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It's been weeks since your last visit with Jeno, and you felt a bit guilty about it. You've been answering paperwork non-stop, and going out for books every day didn't seem to be a great idea. The poor guy was very understanding, though. He always assured you that school comes first and that he will be waiting.

And for being such a gentleman, you would always give him treats like this.

"Is my cam okay, baby?"

You waved your hands through your webcam to see if it's working.

"Yes…" Jeno's voice sounded deep and breathy. He was sitting in his room with his usual geeky attire, just a plain old sweatshirt, and pants duo, and his cute nerdy eyeglasses. You've asked him before what they were for, and he said it's the anti-radiation type.

Once you've made sure that he can see all of you clearly, you fixed your position so that your whole body fits in the cam.

"You know what to do, Jeno. Tell me what you want." There was always a short moment of silence once you've asked him that question. He hesitates to ask you what he wants, but you assure him that it is what you want. You're all his.

"Can you take off your shirt, please?" You smiled. He was still polite about it. You kinda find that cute about him.

Obliging, your fingers found the hem of your shirt and lifted it off your body. You can hear tiny grunts and hums of approval coming from the other line. His breaths are getting more erratic, especially since he had seen the swells of your Brest spilling from your tiny pink lingerie. It was a combination of cute and sexy. It was low cut and had little hearts all over it. You know he likes that over your more racy underwear.

"Is that all, daddy?" You can hear him cursing from the other line. He was still trying to control himself from driving to your room in the middle of the night to fuck the words daddy out of you. Poor guy must've been on edge.

"Don't take off your skirt. Keep them on, baby. But take your underwear off." After a few weeks of doing this, he's gotten a bit more comfortable about giving others. Once he gets past the first one, it keeps on coming.

You laid back down and took off your matching panties slowly, making sure he gets a good look at how you took it off.

"Ahhh. Good girl..." You can see him finally take off his shirt. His whole torso is now exposed to you. It still surprises you how he had such a sweet and innocent face but with a body that can rip you open.

"Okay… what's next?" You asked flirtily through the camera, finally getting into the mood.

"Touch yourself, baby. Just like you know how I would." Your right-hand falls to your right breast, cupping it with your palms.

"Just like this?"

"Yes, exactly like that."

Your other hand now falls on your cunt, now dripping wet from the buildup earlier. You slid two of your fingers on your slit, collecting some of your essences, and then showed them to the camera.

"Look how wet I am for you..." A silent moan escapes his lips as you placed those exact fingers on your mouth, sucking them off. He was now palming himself over his pants, and you can now see his erection poking through the fabric.

Your hand slips down on your pussy again, this time rubbing slow circles on your clits.

"Fuck, I remembered that time when you ate me out the last time. Best fucking orgasm of my life." At this point, Jeno finally slipped his pants off and started rubbing himself off on the idea that you're talking dirty to him.

"You would've come harder if that was my dick, baby." He was right. You've seen how big he is and how it would fill your hole up and stretch you further.

You didn't answer and finally inserted a finger on your hole. A soft ahhh came out, something that made Jeno harder. It was now blushing red, and veins are now popping up.

"Do you get off of this every night? The thought of me fucking you against that headboard? Thrusting so hard that you'll get bruises the next morning?"

You didn't even need to ask him for a response this time. The dom in him shows up when he's in this state.

"Yes, daddy..." You added another finger in you, now fucking yourself faster, matching the pace of his fingers as he continues to pump himself. You lowered your bra a bit, still wearing it, but your tits are now exposed to him. He watched it bounce as you grind your hips on your own fingers while you call out his name.

"Ahhh… Fuck. Jeno..."

He watched as your skirt falls on your tummy, now giving him a full view of how your fingers disappear from your cunt. You watched as he fucks his fingers, moving in and out fast like how we would get to you. Your moans are now syncing. It would have been nice if it was actually him fucking you, moaning and whining about how tight you are in your ears. But this was the best that you can do for now.

You inserted another one of your fingers inside, feeling your walls squeeze tighter to them. You can feel yourself getting closer, and he seems to be coming undone as well.

"Baby, be a good girl and face your ass up to me..." You did as he told you to. You're now on all fours, legs wide open as you fuck yourself in that position.

"Fuck. I'm making sure that that ass gets attention next time as well." You didn't answer. Instead, you whined louder about how close you are and that you can't hold it any longer.

"Baby, come for me. Come for daddy..."

You didn't need to be told twice and came within seconds. Your moans are muffled by the bed, but you're sure that the guy in the other side of the camera heard it well.

You know that because just a few seconds later, he let out a long groan, spitting out a string of cursing and your name as he reached his high. You slumped back down from the bed a bit, giving yourself a bit of time to breathe.

Once you've composed yourself, the cute little Samoyed was back again, with glasses and all.

"That was fun. But I really need more..." Jeno asked through the camera.

"Tomorrow. 8:30." You blurted out to the camera.

"Huh?" He seems to be confused, or he didn't hear you correctly.

"I said, tomorrow. 8:30. I'll text you the place."

"Alright…" He was back to his awkward self once again. It was like he wasn't the same person you rode out or the guy that was barking order earlier.

You ended the call shortly after and sent him a text.

You: Need to sleep—more paperwork to do.

Jeno: Sleep well, princess

Entering the party through someone’s window is probably the most ungraceful way to enter the party. However, you had no choice. Yes, it was rude to enter someone’s party without the owner’s invite. But, in your defense, it was ruder to not invite someone to a house party at your place.

Your brother, dear Hendery Huang, was kind enough to send you on your merry way that morning when you told him that you’re coming home late for a project.

“You know what, since I love you so much, you can stay over until morning. Sounds fun, right?”

And then the bastard proceeded to throw a party that same day.

The window to your shared bedroom with Hendery was wide open. He should be glad that it was you walking in rather than a criminal.

It wasn’t a criminal offense if you’re the one breaking in at your place.

You have successfully entered your room, changing into an outfit that your family would’ve never approved of, and wore layers of makeup to hide your identity. After the makeover, you’re almost unrecognizable. Your favorite touch is that bright red lip that you ordered from a friend that morning. There had been a mix-up in the delivery, you’re supposed to get that mauve color that you always wore when you go out. It was an honest mistake on the seller’s part, but you were kind enough to not send it back and keep the color instead.

You made it out of the room without being unnoticed. It’s not like anyone knows you at all though. The crowd is usually made up of people within Hendery and his roommates’ circle, people you usually do not interact with daily. You’ve also managed to sneak past the living room and into the kitchen where all the booze is. Grabbing a red cup full of whatever alcohol was on the counter, you made your way once again to the sea of people enjoying the party.

Since you barely knew every one, you just settled on leaning against the wall and observed the rest of the party. Honestly, you couldn’t understand what the fuss was about. It’s just a bunch of people using alcohol as an excuse to doing a bunch of dumb shit.

The introvert in you kicked in, and so you decided to finish your vodka in peace, which is translated to getting drunk in your room as you watch your favorite Netflix series.

Smiling happily, you made your way out past the crowd and into the sleeping quarters, where your room is. Thankfully, the guys are nowhere to be found and you can happily sneak back to your room without getting noticed. You have failed to account for one thing though. Near the sleeping quarters is a single, communal bathroom. Just as you’re about to enter your room, outcomes Sicheng, in a daze, trying his best to stand still as he holds on to the bathroom door for support.

“You can’t go there.” He croaked, speech already slurring due to his drunken state.

“Ah, yes. Thanks.” You made zero fuss about it, knowing that staying there would expose you to Sicheng. You don’t think he will tell your brother of your current whereabouts, but you digressed, just to be safe.

He then proceeds to call your name.

“Is that you? Can you help me out here?” You grunted, knowing full well that your identity had just been revealed. The guy looked like he needed help though, so you threw all the world in and helped him go back to his room. You grabbed him by his arms, which he then wrapped around you to help him support his weight, and walked step by step towards his room.

You heard footsteps coming from the outside, and in your panic, you used the drunk man’s body to shield the view of whoever it is that’s coming that way.

“Winwin hyung, you alright back there?”

Your heartbeat raced when you heard your brother’s voice. Knowing him, he would tell your mother that her precious little daughter is not only drunk but she’s wrapped around a guy’s arms doing god-knows-what. You leaned across the wall, stretching your arm out and wrapping it around Winwin’s neck. You pulled him closer, bodies only inches apart, making it look like the two of you are making out.

“Oh, you’re busy. Alright. Have fun!” The footsteps were gone in the moment, but your position stayed the same. You turned your gaze back at Sicheng, which is now looking at you weirdly.

“Hey.” You whispered.

“Hey.”

“I would like to get out of this position now.” You whispered once again, hints of your nerves already peeking out of your voice.”

“You’re pretty.” You stayed quiet, but you’re mentally screaming inside. Your emotions are going in a frenzy and something on the back of your mind keeps on telling you to pull him closer and turn the act into reality.

But that would be weird, right? Even if you’re a bit tipsy, reason has never left your brain. It’s nagging you to do the opposite, to push him away and proceed with your evening plans. The internal conflict rendered you frozen on the spot.

His eyes were fixed on yours, and as much as you want to look away, you’re afraid that that will get you into more danger. Looking away means you’re gonna have to take your eyes off of him, and you won’t see what he’s about to do next.

He was staring, which you now realized is him waiting for you to react and do something. Pull him closer and get lost in him, or push him away and live with the rest of your lives knowing that you missed an opportunity to get with someone you never thought would be interested in you.

Something.

Your inactive irritated him, and so he leaned in closer, his lips now hovering above yours, the scent of his perfume, sweat, and alcohol made him addictive.

“What’s stopping you right now?”

You were breathless, but you know you had to answer. He’s got a bit of authoritativeness in him and you feel like refusal consequent to a punishment.

“You.”

“I can stop if you're uncomfortable,” Winwin smiles, not the perverted kind, but the sweet reassuring kind that made you melt inside. "But the way you're holding me right now tells me otherwise."

He carefully placed his hands on your hip, calculating his every move to not get slapped that evening. It worked. You didn't even pick up a fight, even as his hands glided to your back to finally seal the distance between the two of you.

"So tell me, do you want me to stop?"

You had a clear answer in your head, but no sounds come out of your mouth except small squeaks and squeals due to his touch. It took you a while to utter the following words to him.

"No. Don't stop."

"Good." That was his only response. He took your answer as a sign of your consent and pushed you back to the wall, finally claiming your lips as he does so. You moaned under him, unable to tell him about how overwhelmed you are, and that you don't know how to move and match his pace. You take a deep breath and relaxed, letting him take the lead as he hugged you closer, going deeper into the kiss. He also made sure to give attention to your neck and jaws, which leaves you to place your lips in any piece of skin that you're able to reach the moment.

Before anything fun happens though, he pulled away from you, leaving you there in confusion.

"More?"

"More." This time, it was you who initiated the kiss. Slowly, you get traces of the old Sicheng back. The shy and quiet kid from before, not the confident sex demon that he was a few minutes back.

He had the mind to open his bedroom door, which was just a few inches away from where the two of you were just standing. The idea of him having common sense made him a lot sexier. It was enough to tickle that sapiophile in you.

In a few careful steps, your back hits the bed and he was on top of you. It seems like he was uncomfortable with that idea, and so he carried you in his arms and switched the positions, leaving you on top of him. You can still tell that he was very drunk, and he might not be able to do things with full precision in that state. Again, his sense is sexy.

You took that as a sign to take over, so you pulled away to try and fix the position into something more comfortable. When you did though, you were horrified to see that your lipstick was not kiss-proof, and so he some of it smeared all across his face and neck. It didn't bother him at all though because he used his perfectly white shirt to wipe some of it off of his face.

"Well?" You were snapped back into reality and proceeded to sit on his lower torso, kissing him with the same intensity that you did earlier. He happily returned the favor, making sure to place his hands on your sensitive skin, giving you goosebumps all over.

He was the first one to take off his shirt, throwing it into the side of the bed to take some of the heat off his body. You followed the suit, discovering that you made a good call earlier by wearing something sexy underneath. It was supposed by making you feel confident as you blend in with the crowd earlier, but it was a happy coincidence that it matched with the lipstick that you had earlier.

He sat down from the bed, leaning against the bedframe, just so he can reach you better. His fingers twirled around the straps of your bra, bringing them down slowly and let them fall to your shoulders. You helped him out by unclasping the hook, removing it completely from your body. It has now joined the pile of discarded clothing below the bed.

His eyes now fall on your half-naked body, gulping down a few times before he said, "I never really took you as the type to do this." You placed a finger in his chins and scooted closer.

"Me neither." You placed a few, quick pecks on his lips, which slowly turned back into a more passionate one, tasting the aftertaste of alcohol in each other's mouth. His hand traveled upwards, cupping a boob softly. The touch sent shivers throughout your body. He started kneading it softly, matching the current pace of the kiss. In between kisses, he staring spewing out nonsense, like how beautiful you looked at that light and how soft your skin feels under his skin. This is the most talkative he's been since you first saw him, and you can't tell if it's the alcohol or he's just that noisy in bed. Nonetheless, you were elated. Every piece of flattery that he says made you blush, making you glow even more in his eyes.

But his favorite will always be your lips. He loved it when your lips left red marks on his neck. He loved it when you moan his name every time his hand would caress you. He made sure to let you know that your pretty lips would be something that he can't forget.

He takes off the rest of your clothes. Even as he dipped his fingers inside you, he made sure to claim your lips, keeping it occupied as much as he can. It's the only thing that's keeping him hooked, even when his body is telling him to shut down.

You couldn't wait any longer, and so you scooted down and took off his pants and underwear, rolling it off him as quickly as you can. You didn't wait for him to respond, taking it in your mouth instead, earning a surprised gasp from him. You can hear him whining from under you, moaning your name, and as your mouth takes all of him. It didn't take a while though, because he motioned you to stop and come closer. He was breathless after you were done with him.

He reached out for the desk rights beside his bed, feeling out the drawers before he managed to pull out a foil packet. He carelessly ripped it with his teeth and grabbed the condom inside to hand it to you. You realized that his vision must still be blurry, and so you took the liberty to unroll it in his cock and get on with it. Then, you carefully lined his dick to your entrance, lowering your body slowly, stretching you down until he was fully inside. He grabbed your hips and pushed inside further into you unexpectedly.

"Oh my god, Dong Sicheng!"

He laughed at the notion of you saying his full name in shock, but you were able to recover quickly and met his movements, which is getting quicker and harder every few minutes. Your head falls on his chest, muffling your moans with his skin as you tried your best to keep quiet and hide your presence from the rest of the people in the party. More lipstick stains scatter on his chest, but at that point, Sicheng never cared. He wasn't feeling like himself anymore. His thoughts are empty besides the image of you on top of him, riding him out to orgasm.

Winwin is now getting rougher by the second, series of moans and curses spilling from his mouth as his grip on your waist gets tighter, drilling deeper and harder into you like a madman. You also threw all care away, moans now reaching all four corners of the room, holding on to Sicheng for your damn life as you get closer to your orgasm. In one quick thrust, you started to unravel on top of him, hugging his body closer as you shiver from your orgasm. He never slowed down, because he soon let out a long, drawn-out groan, and you can feel him growing soft inside you, milking out your orgasms as much as he can.

The activity did a number on Sicheng because, in a few minutes of cuddling from under his sheets, you can already hear the quiet snores coming from his direction. You felt bad, apologetic even, that he had to pour out all of his remaining energy on you that night. You slowly pulled away from him, picking the rest of your clothes off before you bid your roommate goodbye for tonight. As much as you loved the cuddles, you'd rather be caught dead than be caught by your brother under someone's bed.

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"Please don't let any of this get to Hendery. He would never let me see the end of it." You pleaded, placing a hand on the bridge of your nose as you recall the moments of last night.

"I think your brother knows already. He's smarter than you think, just like how you're not as innocent as he thinks."

It was the first time that he smiled today, which gave you major flashbacks of last night's rendezvous.