#tripleS yubin

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Biology After Hours (Male Reader x Yubin)

Synopsis: You are an 18-year-old boy, just Yubin’s ordinary classmate at Shingal High School. When she gets slammed with overdue homework—due to her idol schedule eating up the semester, she turns to you for help.

Time Background: 1 month before Yubin’s graduation.

Tags: Blowjob, Rough Sex, Fingering, Breast Play, Ruined Orgasm, Teasing, Power Dynamics, Classmate

Words: 6k+

You’re a senior at Shingal High School, just a few months shy of graduation, and the clock’s ticking louder every day. The hallways are buzzing with that restless energy—kids cramming for finals, planning college apps, or just coasting ‘til the end. You’re somewhere in the middle, keeping your head down, but there’s one thing that’s been gnawing at you all year: Yubin.

She’s in your class, tripleS’s Yubin—yeah, that Yubin, the idol who somehow balances school and stardom without breaking a sweat. She’s quiet in class, not flashy like you’d expect, always doodling in her notebook or staring out the window, her long-hair glistened her face just right.

At school, she’s just Yubin—smart... well, a little shy, the girl who always has her earbuds in during breaks. You’ve talked a few times—group projects, passing notes about homework—but nothing big, nothing to hint at the way your chest tightens when she’s around.

The bell rings, signaling the end of the day, and the classroom erupts into the usual chaos—kids bolting for the door, bags swinging, chatter filling the air. You’re packing up slow, shoving your notebook into your backpack, when Yubin turns around in her seat, leaning over the desk with a look that’s half-pleading, half-annoyed.

“Hey,” she says, tapping her pencil against her chin, “I’m drowning in some homework. Missed too many classes early semester—idol stuff—and now I’ve got this huge project due, sort of science things. Help me out?” Her eyes lock on yours, and you’re already nodding before your brain catches up, because it’s Yubin, triplesS's Yubin.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” you say, adjusting your glasses, trying to play it cool. “When?” She doesn’t hesitate. “Now—. Like, right now. No time left to mess around.” Then she drops the bomb: “Come to my place. My house."

Your stomach flips—she’s inviting you to her real home, not the polished idol world you’ve seen on streams or vlogs. It’s personal, private, and the thought of it makes your palms sweat as you mumble, “Okay, cool.”

Half an hour later, you’re walking beside her, backpack slung over one shoulder, her earbuds dangling loose as she leads you through a quiet neighborhood—tree-lined streets, modest houses, nothing like the glitzy dorm life you’d pictured.

Her house is simple, a two-story with a small porch, and she unlocks the door, kicking her shoes off with a tired groan. “Mom’s out, so it’s just us,” she says, tossing her bag down and heading to the living room.

The coffee table’s a mess—biology textbooks, diagrams of male and female anatomy, a sketch of a penis half-drawn in her notebook. You say, pushing your glasses up, “What’s you up to?”

“Genitals—reproductive systems,” she says, like she knows it’s weird but doesn’t care. Your brain stutters—genitals?—but you manage, “Okay then..”

She flops onto the couch, patting the cushion next to her. “Alright, help me out, come.” You sit, pulse racing, close enough to catch her faint citrus scent, the awkwardness of the topic hanging between you as you dive into hers very real, very private world.

You’re sitting on Yubin’s couch, the biology mess sprawled out on the table—textbooks open to chapters on reproductive systems, diagrams of ovaries and testes staring back at you, her half-drawn penis sketch taunting your nerves. She’s leaning in close, elbow propped on the couch arm, watching you with a spark in her eyes while you try to explain.

“So, uh,” you start, voice cracking slightly, pushing your glasses up as you point at the textbook, “the male system—it’s, y’know, got the testes here, and they produce, uh, sperm, which moves through the—” You stumble, face heating up, the word sperm feeling dumb rolling off your tongue in her living room. “—epididymis, then up to the vas deferens. It’s… basic stuff.” You’re dying inside, awkward as hell, avoiding her gaze.

Yubin’s not fazed—she’s excited, leaning closer, her knee brushing yours. “Wait, so that’s where it all starts? That’s kinda cool,” she says, grabbing the pencil and adding a quick line to her sketch, shading the testes with a grin. “Keep going—what’s next?” Her enthusiasm throws you off, you expected her to cringe or laugh, but she’s into it, eyes bright, like this is some fun puzzle.

“Uh, okay,” you manage, swallowing hard, flipping the page to the female side. “So, the ovaries—they release eggs, right? And the fallopian tubes—” You point, hand shaky, “—they’re like the highway to the uterus. If, uh, stuff meets up, you get… fertilization.” Your ears are burning, and you’re sure you sound like a stuttering idiot.

She nods fast, scribbling notes, then looks up, smirking. “Why are you blushing? It’s just biology—don’t freak out.” She’s teasing, but not mean—her excitement’s real, she's geeking out over genital diagrams with you, her leg now fully pressed against yours. “Tell me more—how’s it all connect?” she asks, pencil poised, and you’re stuck, awkwardness clashing with her energy, trying not to melt under the pressure of her stare and the weird, it's tripleS's Yubin after all.

You’re fumbling through the explanation, Yubin’s thigh pressed against yours, her pencil flying across the page as she peppers you with questions—“So the sperm just swims up there? How fast?”—her voice bright, genuinely hooked on this genital stuff.

You’re trying to focus, pointing at the diagram, “Yeah, it’s, uh, millions of them, but only one—if any—makes it,” but her excitement’s doing something to you. Her closeness, the way she’s leaning in, eyes wide, lips parted—it’s hitting you low, a twitch in your pants you can’t ignore. You shift, hoping she doesn’t notice, but your dick’s getting hard, and it’s not subtle.

She catches it—her gaze flicks down, quick but sharp, landing on the bulge in your jeans. You freeze, face flaming, ready to stammer some excuse, but Yubin doesn’t freak out. She tilts her head, smirking a little, curious as hell. “Wait—is that…?” she says, voice dropping, eyes locked on it like it’s a science exhibit. “Are you hard right now?” There’s no judgment—just pure, her intrigue, the same way she’s been about the diagrams.

You choke out, “Uh—shit, sorry, it’s just—” but she cuts you off, scooting closer, “No, no, it’s cool. I’ve only seen it in porn, y’know? Never… real.”

Her curiosity’s electric—she’s staring, half-amazed, half-fascinated, like your hard-on’s the next part of the project. “Does it always do that? Like, when you’re talking about this stuff?” she asks, nodding at the textbook, her leg brushing you again, intentional or not.

You’re dying, cock throbbing now, and mutter, “Sometimes—uh, you’re close, and it’s… yeah.”

She grins, not shy, just Yubin—your classmate, kpop idol, “That’s wild,” her voice low, her nerdy excitement turning into something else, something dangerous, and you’re both teetering on the edge of this weird, horny biology lesson.

Yubin’s still leaning close, her eyes flicking between your face and the obvious bulge in your jeans, that smirk lingering like she’s just discovered something fascinating. “Okay, but what about girls?” she asks, tilting her head, pencil tapping the textbook absently. “How’s it work for us—like, the horny part?” Her tone’s casual, but there’s a glint in her eye.

You’re flustered, cock still hard, but you try to play it off, clearing your throat. “Uh, simple—girls’ nipples get hard, and, uh, the clit too, when they’re turned on. Same deal, just… less obvious than, y’know,” you nod downward, awkward as hell.

Her mouth drops open a little, then she laughs—soft, amused, not mocking. “Wait, seriously? Nipples and clit? I’ve never even noticed that!” She sits back, glancing down at herself like she’s checking for evidence, then looks back at you, grinning. “That’s so weird—I mean, cool, but weird. How’d I miss that?” She’s half-talking to herself, she caught up in her own curiosity, and it’s almost funny—her innocence clashing with the porn she’s seen, now piecing it together with you right there.

You shrug, still burning up, “Yeah, it’s subtle—happens when you’re, uh, into it. Biology, right?”

She nods, biting her lip, eyes darting back to your lap, then up to you, playful but sharp. “Huh. Guess I need to pay more attention—to myself and this stuff,” she says, tapping the diagram, her leg brushing yours again. It’s light, teasing, but her amusement’s got you harder, her clueless excitement making the air thick—your nerdy classmate turning this biology project into something way too real, and she’s not backing off.

Yubin’s still chuckling about her nipple-and-clit revelation, scribbling something random in her notebook, when she shifts, tugging at her uniform blazer. “Ugh, it’s getting hot in here,” she mutters, shrugging it off and tossing it onto the couch arm. The AC’s busted—you can feel the stuffy warmth creeping in—and without the blazer, her white school shirt clings a little, unbuttoned at the top, showing off her collarbone, the curve of her chest just hinting through the fabric. She’s Yubin—tripleS's S8, your classmate, but right now, she’s all sexiness—casual, unaware, fanning herself with her hand, making it impossible not to stare.

You shift in your seat, your cock still hard from her curiosity, throbbing worse now as you try to adjust—crossing your legs, moving your hips, anything to hide it. But Yubin’s eyes flick down again, sharp and quick, catching the bulge you’re failing to mask.

She doesn’t say anything at first—just smirks, leaning forward on her elbows, her shirt stretching tighter, giving you a better view of her shape. “You’re really struggling down there, huh?” she says, voice low, teasing, not letting it slide this time. “Is it me or the biology talk?” She’s grinning, playful but bold, like she’s testing how far this can go.

You’re caught, face hot, stammering, “Uh—it’s, y’know, both,” pushing your glasses up, trying to laugh it off but dying inside. She’s not fazed—leans closer, her bare arms brushing the table, her scent hitting you again, and keeps staring, amused, curious.

“Crazy,” she murmurs, almost to herself, eyes locked on your lap, then back up to you, that spark in her gaze brighter now.

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The room’s a sauna, the broken AC doing nothing to cut the heat, and Yubin’s relentless—her eyes glued to the bulge in your jeans, a smirk playing on her lips as you fumble through the biology explanation.

You’re a wreck—sweat dripping down your neck, ears red, heart pounding so loud you’re sure she can hear it. “Uh—the, uh, reproductive cycle—” you stutter, but she’s not listening, leaning in closer, her breath hot against your skin.

Your words die, focus gone, as she tilts her head, so close now her hair brushes your cheek, and you think she’s about to whisper something—maybe a tease, maybe a question—but instead, her tongue flicks out, grazing your earlobe, quick and deliberate.

You jolt back, “Whoa—!” voice cracking, scooting away an inch, shocked, your glasses nearly slipping off. She giggles—soft, mischievous—covering her mouth like it’s a game, but she doesn’t stop—crawling toward you, slow and playful, until you’re leaning back, hands braced on the floor, trapped under her advance.

She hovers over you, her knee nudging your leg, then presses her hand lightly against your bulge, not hard, just enough to feel it. “It’s so tense down there,” she murmurs, smirking wider, her tone teasing, curious, like she’s testing how far you’ll let this go.

Your breath hitches, pulse racing, hot all over—half from the room, half from her—and you’re gripping the carpet, trying to hold it together. “Yubin—what’re you—” you start, but she just laughs again, leaning in ‘til her face is inches from yours, her voice dropping low.

“Relax, nerd, you’re too wound up. It’s just us.” She’s pinning you down with that bold, playful energy, and you’re teetering—caught between freaking out and giving in, alone in her house with no way to cool down the fire she’s stoking.

Her hand still rubbing your bulge, slow and firm, her smirk growing as you twitch under her touch. The room’s a furnace—sweat sticking your shirt to your back, your glasses fogging at the edges—and she’s relentless, she is staring down at you like you’re her next experiment.

Her fingers sliding to your jeans, popping the button with a flick. She yanks the zipper down fast, the sound loud in the thick air, and tugs your jeans open, peeling them back just enough. “I wanna see it—a real dick,” she says, voice low, eyes wide with that wild, nerdy excitement.

You’re breathless, “Yubin—,” but you don’t stop her—can’t, not with your cock straining, hard and aching, begging to be free. She hooks her fingers into your boxers, pulling them down in one rough tug, and there it is—your dick springs out, thick and stiff, pulsing in the open air.

She stares, mouth parting slightly, like she’s cataloging it—she's inches from your bare cock. “Well damn,” she breathes, half-laughing, half-awed, “it’s… bigger than I thought.” Her hand hovers, hesitant for a second, then brushes it—light, curious, sending a jolt through you that makes your hips jerk.

Your head tipping back, hands gripping the floor harder as she watches it twitch under her touch. She’s mesmerized, giggling soft, “It’s so… alive,” like it’s some biology marvel, but her fingers linger, tracing the shaft, testing it, and you’re losing it—sweat dripping, heart racing, caught in her grip.

Yubin’s got your cock in her hand now, her fingers wrapped around it, she is staring down at you with that mix of curiosity and mischief as your jeans hang open, boxers shoved down. The room’s a sweatbox, air thick and heavy, and you’re panting, every nerve on fire as she brushes the tip with her thumb—slow, deliberate, smearing the bead of pre-cum already leaking out. “Oh, shit,” she murmurs, grinning wide, rubbing the sensitive head in tight little circles, watching your hips buck involuntary. “Look at that—it’s so cute,” she says, amused, like your dick’s some adorable toy she’s just discovered.

You groan loud, “Yubin—” head slamming back against the floor, hands clawing at the carpet as she plays with you—stroking the shaft slow, then fast, her grip loose one second, tight the next, teasing the hell out of you.

She giggles, low and dirty, “Cute, but kinda hot too—how’s it so hard?” Her fingers slide down, cupping your balls for a second, rolling them gently, then back up, focusing on the tip again—rubbing it harder, flicking it with her thumb, making you twitch and curse under her touch. She’s relentless—turning your dick into her personal playground, loving every reaction she pulls out of you.

“It’s like… wiggling or something,” she laughs, squeezing the head, then stroking down the full length, her hand slick with your pre-cum now, moving faster, rougher. Your breath’s ragged, sweat pouring, “Yubin, slow down—” but she doesn’t, leaning in closer, her face inches from it, her hot breath hitting you as she mutters, “No way—this is too fun.” She’s jerking you off now, full-on—hard, fast pumps, amused and turned on, her eyes glinting as you writhe, completely at her mercy in this muggy, out-of-control mess.

Her hand’s still pumping your cock—fast, slick, her fingers tight around you, playing with the tip ‘til you’re a groaning mess, sweat soaking your shirt, sprawled helpless on her living room floor. She’s grinning, reveling in the power, when she suddenly slows, eyes flicking up to yours—dark, curious, dangerous. “Wonder what it tastes like,” she murmurs, almost to herself, and before you can process, she leans down, her tongue darting out, licking the tip slow—hot, wet, tasting the pre-cum glistening there. “Arh—” you gasp, hips jerking up, but she’s already in, wrapping her lips around the head, sucking light, teasing, like she’s sampling you.

You’re gone—head back, hands useless on the carpet, control slipping as she takes over. “Yubin—you don’t have to—” you start, but it’s weak, pointless, she’s got you now, doing whatever the hell she wants.

She pulls off for a second, giggling, “Kinda salty—cute,” then dives back, taking more this time—her mouth hot, tight, sliding down your shaft, tongue flicking along the underside. You groan loud, “Yubin—!” surrendering completely, letting her run it—sucking harder, bobbing slow then fast, her hand still jerking the base, spit dripping down, making it messy.

She’s in charge, and you can’t stop her—don’t want to, not really. Her eyes flick up, meeting yours, amused and smug as she pulls back, lips popping off, a string of spit hanging before she wipes it with her thumb.

Yubin pulls her mouth off your cock with a wet pop, her lips shiny with spit and your pre-cum, a smug little grin spreading across her face as she sits back up. Her hand’s soaked—dripping with her saliva and the slick mess leaking from you—and she doesn’t hesitate, wrapping it around your dick again, tight and slippery.

“This is fun,” she says, voice low, teasing, she's watching you squirm as she starts jerking you off—slow at first, dragging her fist down your shaft inch by inch, letting you feel every slick twist, then speeding up, fast and loose, just enough to make you buck before slowing again. It’s torture—pure, deliberate torture.

“Yubin—” you groan, head lolling back, hands useless against the floor as she plays you like a damn toy. She giggles, focusing on the tip now—rubbing it hard with her thumb, circling the head, smearing the wet mess around ‘til it’s glistening, sensitive as hell.

“So cute how it twitches,” she teases, flicking it lightly, making you jolt, your breath ragged, sweat pouring down your neck. She switches rhythms—slow strokes, then fast pumps, then back to agonizingly slow, her wet grip slipping up and down, torturing you with the unpredictability, keeping you on edge, desperate.

You’re a wreck—hips jerking into her hand, trying to chase it, but she’s in full control, grinning down at you, her spit-slick palm driving you insane. “You’re dying, huh?” she murmurs, leaning close again, her breath hot on your cheek as she rubs the tip harder, relentless, “Bet you can’t take much more.”

Her hand sliding over your cock, slow then fast, torturing you with that playful grip—when she shifts, eyes glinting with new mischief. She grabs your shirt, still buttoned, and yanks it up hard, the fabric straining as it rides over your chest, exposing your nipples.

“Oh, look at that,” she murmurs, smirking. You’re panting, wrecked, but before you can catch your breath, she crashes her mouth onto yours—hard, sloppy, a full-on French kiss, her tongue diving in, hot and needy, tasting you deep.

Her one hand stays on your dick—stroking, rubbing the tip with her thumb, slick and relentless, keeping you twitching—while the other slides up, fingers finding your nipple. She pinches it lightly, then harder, rolling it between her thumb and finger, teasing it ‘til it’s stiff, sending a jolt straight through you. She kisses you harder, tongue wrestling yours, swallowing your sounds, her spit mixing with yours as she presses her chest closer, dominating you completely.

She’s everywhere—hand pumping your cock, fingers twisting your nipple, her lips sucking your tongue, wet and messy, the heat of her breath making your head spin. “So sensitive,” she whispers against your mouth, giggling dark, then dives back in, biting your lip, jerking you faster now, her dual attack ruthless—she's owning you, shirt hiked up, body trembling, lost in her control as she plays you like a damn instrument, pushing you closer to breaking with every slick, torturous move.

Yubin’s got you pinned—her tongue tangled with yours, sloppy and fierce, her spit dripping down your chin as she kisses you hard, owning every inch of you. One hand’s jerking your cock—wet, fast, her grip slick with spit and pre-cum, pumping you relentless—while the other twists your nipple, sharp and rough, making you arch into her touch.

You’re close—too close—your balls tightening, heat spiking, “Yubin, I’m gonna—” you gasp into her mouth, hips bucking, chasing it, the edge right there.

She feels it—your cock throbbing, twitching in her hand—and smirks against your lips, pulling back just enough to whisper, “Oh, you’re ready?”

Her fingers speed up, stroking hard, focusing on the tip, rubbing it raw, and you’re groaning, “Yes, yes—” but then, right as you hit the peak—

She lets go—hand off your dick, mid-thrust, leaving it pulsing in the air. You cum anyway—ruined, weak spurts dribbling out, splattering your stomach, no pressure, no relief, just a pathetic leak as your orgasm collapses. “Arhh—!” you choke, body jerking, desperate, but it’s too late, the wave crashing with no payoff.

She giggles—dark, playful—watching you writhe, shirt yanked up, nipple still tingling from her fingers, your cock twitching uselessly, dripping. “Aw, look at that,” she teases, wiping her hand on your thigh, leaning back to admire the mess—smug as hell. “Cute, but kinda sad,” she says, flicking your nipple one last time, making you flinch. You’re panting, sweating, ruined—pleasure stolen, left hanging—and she’s in control, loving every second of your frustrated, wrecked state, her lips curling as she watches you squirm.

You’re slumped against the floor, shirt still hiked up, chest heaving, your cock twitching weakly as the last dribbles of your ruined orgasm streak across your stomach.

Yubin’s sitting back, smirking, wiping her spit-slick hand on your jeans like it’s nothing, looking way too pleased with herself. You’re a mess—sweat-soaked, frustrated, the high stolen from you—and you manage to rasp out, voice shaky, “How’re you so good at this? Like, that good?” Your eyes flick to her, half-accusing, half-awed, still reeling from her control.

She laughs—light, unbothered—leaning back on her hands, her blazer crumpled beside her, shirt still clinging to her frame. “Oh, that?” she says, shrugging, like it’s no big deal. “I watch a lot of porn. With the other members, y’know—group bonding.” Her grin turns sly, eyes glinting as she watches your reaction. “Chaeyeon’s into the rough stuff, Jiwoo likes the weird kinky shit—learned a few tricks from them.” She tilts her head, smirking wider, “Guess I’m a quick study.”

You blink, brain lagging, trying to process—tripleS’s Yubin, your shy classmate, casually dropping that she’s been watching porn with her groupmates, picking up moves like some twisted team-building exercise.

“You—what?” you stammer, ears red, the image of her and the tripleS girls huddled around a screen flashing in your head, making your dick twitch again despite the ruin. She giggles, crawling closer, tapping your chest playfully. “Don’t act so shocked, nerd—we all watched some porn, right?” Her tone’s teasing, she's back in your face, owning the moment, leaving you stunned and stupidly turned on all over again.

You’re still catching your breath, sprawled on her living room floor, the sting of your ruined orgasm fading as Yubin leans back, grinning, her confession about porn with the tripleS girls still ringing in your ears.

She shifts closer, eyes dropping to your cock—still half-hard, slick with her spit and your mess—and tilts her head, smirking. “Y’know, your dick’s actually pretty impressive,” she says, voice low, teasing but genuine. “Big, too—like, damn, no wonder it felt so good messing with it.” Her fingers brush it lightly, casual, like she’s admiring it, and you twitch, heat surging back, your dick waking up fast under her gaze and words.

She catches your reaction—grins wider—and starts unbuttoning her school shirt, slow, one by one, peeling it open to reveal her bra, her skin smooth and flushed from the heat. Then she reaches for her skirt, sliding it down her hips, kicking it off, leaving her in just her underwear.

Your eyes widen, pulse spiking, and you sit up a little, stammering, “Yubin—uh, you okay? You’re an idol, y’know—don’t you have to, like… be careful?” She pauses, shirt hanging off her shoulders, and looks at you with that sharp, knowing stare.

“I’m human too, nerd,” she says, shrugging, voice soft but firm. “I get horny, I get curious—same as anyone, same as you. No cameras here, just us.”

Her bra’s tight, her panties clinging, and she crawls back toward you, confident, human, stripping away the idol shell. “Besides,” she adds, smirking again, leaning close ‘til her lips brush your ear, “your big dick’s got me worked up now—can’t just leave it there, right?” her touch reigniting you, shirt half-off, skirt gone, pushing you back into that horny haze as she takes control again, no hesitation, just flesh and need.

Yubin’s kneeling over you, her shirt dangling open, bra barely holding on, then stripping down to nothing. She hooks her thumbs into her panties, yanking them down fast, tossing them aside, and there it is—her pink pussy, bare and glistening, right in front of you.

She spreads her legs a little, fingers slipping down, parting the lips shyly but with purpose. “Lube this first…” she says, voice low, a touch hesitant but pushing through, her cheeks flushing as she holds herself open, showing you everything.

You’re done holding back—heart pounding, cock throbbing again—and you grab her hips, pulling her down closer. You diving in, your mouth on her pussy fast, tongue lapping at her slit, tasting her—salty, tangy, a hint of sweetness that hits you hard.

She gasps, “Oh—ahh!” hips jerking against your face as you eat her out, licking deep, sucking her clit, her wetness smearing your lips, your chin. She’s trembling—half-shy, half-wild—fingers tangling in your hair, guiding you, “Yess—like that,” her voice breaking, breathy and needy.

Her pussy’s hot, slick under your tongue—salty from her sweat, sweet from her arousal—and you’re devouring her, no finesse, just hunger, flattening your tongue to cover every inch, drinking her in. She’s moaning now, "Good—so good,” rocking against you, her shyness melting as she grinds harder, letting go, her thighs clamping around your head, her pink folds pulsing, wet and perfect.

You pull back from eating Yubin out, her pussy still slick on your lips, her taste lingering—salty, sweet, addictive. She’s panting with her thighs trembling, eyes half-lidded, caught in the haze you’ve put her in.

You slide up, crashing your mouth into hers—kissing her hard, sloppy, letting her taste herself on your tongue. She moans into it, soft and needy, as your hands move fast—one reaching behind, unhooking her bra with a quick snap, tugging it off to let her breasts spill free, the other diving back between her legs, fingers brushing her wet folds.

"Hmhhh—" She gasps against your lips, but you don’t stop—kissing her deeper, tongue wrestling hers, while your fingers slip inside her pussy, two at once, curling in tight, pumping slow but firm. She’s soaking—hot, tight, clenching around you—and your other hand grabs her breast, squeezing the soft weight, thumb flicking her nipple hard, making it stiffen under your touch.

She whimpers, “Shit—” arching into you, her body rocking between your hands, caught in the rhythm—stripped bare, moaning into your mouth as you finger her and play with her tit.

You keep it up—kissing her breathless, lips bruised, your fingers thrusting deeper, hitting that spot that makes her shake, her wetness dripping down your knuckles. Your other hand kneads her breast—pinching, tugging the nipple, rolling it ‘til she’s squirming, her moans louder, muffled by your tongue.

“So good—” she pants, breaking the kiss for air, but you dive back in, owning her mouth, her pussy, her chest—pushing her further, feeling her tighten, her body begging for more in this sweaty, reckless mess.

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You pull your hand free, her wetness coating your fingers, and shift—grabbing your cock, hard and throbbing, lining it up with her pink, slick entrance. She’s sprawled beneath you, legs spread, panting, eyes locked on yours, ready.

You pause, tip brushing her folds, and ask again—voice rough, careful—“Yubin, you sure? Have you done this before?” You’ve asked a few times already, needing to hear it, needing her clear.

She nods, swallowing hard, her gaze steady despite the flush on her cheeks. “Yeah—yes,” she says, breath shaky but firm. “When I signed with the agency… it happened. Not my first time.” Her words hit you, admitting she’s been here before, some agency rite you can’t unpack now—and it’s enough.

You thrust—hard, deep, sliding into her tight, wet pussy in one smooth stroke, filling her up. She gasps, “Fuck—!” back arching, hands gripping your shoulders, nails biting in as you bottom out, her walls clenching around you, hot and perfect.

You don’t hold back—pulling out halfway, then slamming back in, setting a rhythm, fast and rough, her moans spilling out, “Yes—shit, like that!” Your hand’s still on her breast, squeezing, playing with her nipple, the other gripping her hip to keep her steady as you fuck her—hard, relentless, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the muggy room.

You’re deep inside Yubin, your cock buried in her tight, wet pussy, slamming into her over and over, the rhythm brutal and unrelenting. She’s moaning loud—wrecked beneath you, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, her nails clawing your back as you grab her waist, fingers digging into her soft skin.

You pace up—harder, faster—slamming into her with force, pulling her hips to meet you, the wet slap-slap-slap of your bodies echoing in the hot, stuffy room. “Fuck—yes, don’t stop!” she cries, voice breaking, her pussy clenching you tight, sucking you in deeper.

Her legs wrap around you—strong, desperate—locking you in, thighs trembling as she hooks her ankles behind your back, pulling you harder, not letting you go. “Shit—Yubin,” you grunt, feeling her grip, her heat, her need—she’s not giving you an inch to stop, and you don’t want to.

You pound her relentlessly, hands sliding up her waist, gripping her tighter, slamming so deep she’s shaking, her moans turning to gasps, “Fuck—harder—!” she’s taking it all—legs wrapped, body arching, her pussy soaking you, pulsing with every brutal thrust.

You’re lost in it—sweat dripping, your hips driving, her legs holding you captive as you fuck her senseless, the pressure building, your cock throbbing inside her. She’s trembling, clinging, her thighs squeezing you tight, her breath hitching with every slam—raw, wild, completely yours in this moment, and you can feel her breaking under you, pushing you to keep going, no mercy, no pause.

You’re slamming into Yubin, her pussy gripping you tight, wet and hot, her legs locked around your waist—pulling you in, trembling beneath you as you pound her harder, faster, your hands digging into her hips.

She’s moaning loud, desperate, “Fuck—yes—!” and then her body tenses, shaking hard, her thighs clamping down as she cums—hard. Her pussy pulses around your cock, squeezing you in waves, her breath ragged, a sharp “Oh—shit!” spilling out as she rides it, eyes squeezed shut, lost in it.

“Cum outside—outside!” she gasps, voice frantic, still twitching from her orgasm, but you’re too far gone—her clenching, her heat, the way she’s wrapped around you—it’s too much.

“Fuck—Yubin, I—” you try, pulling back, but it’s too late. You cum—hard, deep inside her, a thick, hot burst flooding her pussy, pulsing out as you groan, “Shit—!” Your hips jerk, thrusting through it, spilling every drop, her walls milking you even as she realizes, her eyes snapping open, wide and stunned.

She’s panting, staring up at you, her legs still locked around you, your cum leaking out around your cock as you stay buried in her. “You—did you just—inside?” she says, voice shaky, a mix of shock and something else—maybe panic, maybe not.

You’re sweating, breathless, “I couldn’t—sorry,” stammering, but she doesn’t push you off, just lies there, her pussy full of you.

“Fuck—suck it up, suck it up!” she snaps, voice sharp, panicked, shoving your shoulders down, your cum dripping from her pussy.

“I don’t wanna take those bitter pills again—hurry!” Her hands push at you, insistent, her thighs spreading wider, giving you no choice, no time to argue—your mistake, your mess, and she’s not about to deal with it the hard way.

You drop fast, face between her legs, her pussy still pulsing from her orgasm, now leaking your thick, hot cum. “Shit—Yubin, I—” you start, but she cuts you off, “Just do it!” and you dive in—mouth on her, sucking hard, tongue plunging into her slick, creamy folds. It’s gross, weird—salty, bitter, a mix of her sweetness and your own load, coating your lips, your tongue—but you don’t stop, lapping it up, swallowing the mess you made.

She squirms, “Fuck—yes, get it all,” her hands gripping your hair, pulling you in, guiding you to clean her out. You’re going at it—sucking, licking, the taste strange and overwhelming, her pussy hot and wet, your cum slipping out as you work, she's moaning soft now, less panicked, more relieved.

“Good—keep going,” she pants, hips rocking into your face, her urgency fading into something else—pleasure, maybe, as you eat her clean, taking it all back. It’s filthy, desperate, but you’re doing it—heart pounding, mouth full, making sure she doesn’t have to face the bitter pills.

You’re still between Yubin’s legs, mouth working fast—sucking, licking, pulling every last drop of your cum from her pussy, the taste bitter and strange but fading as you go. She’s gripping your hair tight, panting above you, her thighs quivering, her urgency softening into heavy breaths.

“Okay, that’s enough,” she finally mutters, voice hoarse, tugging you up by the shoulders. You pull back, lips slick, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, both of you wrecked—sweat-soaked, clothes half-off, the living room a muggy, messy haze.

She slumps back against the couch, chest heaving, her skirt crumpled beside her, panties long gone. “Should brought condom” she says, half-laughing, half-relieved, running a hand through her messy hair, she's looking human—flushed, tired, but sated.

You’re just as gone—jeans open, shirt shoved up, sitting back on your heels, catching your breath. “Sorry… got outta hand,” you mumble, glasses fogged, still tasting her and you on your tongue, the whole thing a blur of lust and panic.

She grabs her blazer, tossing it over her lap, then nods at the textbooks still scattered on the table. “Guess we’re done with biology for today.” You both laugh—short, shaky—awkward but real, the tension breaking as you pull your jeans up, she buttons her shirt sloppy, and the moment settles.

It’s over—wild, messy, unforgettable—classmates turned something else, left in the sweaty aftermath, no regrets, just the quiet hum of the busted AC and a project you’ll never look at the same way again.

=================

You catch your breath, pulling your jeans up as Yubin lounges on the couch, blazer over her lap, smirking lazily. You grab your backpack, slinging it over your shoulder.

“I’m out,” you say, keeping it casual, adjusting your glasses.

She nods, “Later” already dozing off, thinking it’s done.

You smirk, heading for the door, knowing the hidden camera in your bag caught it all—every second of her stripping, moaning, you fucking her—recorded perfectly from start to finish.

Outside, the cool air hits you, and you walk home, bag heavy with the secret footage. It went exactly as planned—tripleS’s Yubin on tape, yours to use later, a little smirk tugging at your lips as you imagine what’s next, the power now in your hands.

[octoberautumnbox]

Consider: Yubin who's your seatmate and is very professional in school but every night at 10pm you get the raciest, sauciest, spiciest nudes from her with no warning

Hell Week

tripleS Gong Yubin & Male Reader

Categories/warnings: smut, that's p much all anyone needs to know i think

Word count: 5.5k holy shit

a/n: jeez howd it get this long :nolookk: oh btw i took some liberties with the prompt not that u care heres the fuckin yubin fic :DDDD

~~~

A hand lays itself on your shoulder, the sudden contact nearly making you jump. You turn around and find Yubin clutching a book to her chest with a gentle look on her features. Gesture over to the chair across from you, all the while trying to get your heart rate back under control. 

“My bad, didn't see you were locked in.” She gets into the chair left of you anyway and turns her book to the same page as yours. “How's it going?”

You stretch and groan to let out as much of your tiredness as you can, paying just a bit of mind to everyone else in the library doing pretty much the same. “Dunno. Around twenty minutes ago I accepted I'm retaking this class. What's up with you?”

She giggles while her eyes scan across the paragraphs talking about desert flora and types of precipitation. She rests her cheek on her palm, “I still have a bit of fight in me, but I'm losing hope. I was hoping I could borrow some from you.”

“Sorry, Yubin,” you whisper with every ounce of sympathy you had, “fresh out.” You return to your own book, yet all you do is run your eyes over the same page over and over without much staying in your head. 

A cursory look over to your left shows you scholar-mode Gong Yubin: focused, sharp, and serious. Not that it ever got in the way of you two being friends, but when she gets like this, you know better than to underestimate her–she's capable of plotting the downfall of kingdoms if she set her mind to it. 

However, at the same time, you notice her distress, then immediately notice how well she hides it. It's the same slight crease of her eyebrows in freshman orientation, after midterms in Linguistics 103, and when she finally stopped putting off Geology 102. The realization dawns on you: the situation is dire now that she asks for your help while she's like this, so how could you let her down now?

“Bet you I can score higher,” you challenge her. You have no good reason to issue such a proposition, but if it means giving her support how it matters, whatever embarrassing thing she'll make you do is more than worth it.

It piques her interest and a smile pulls up the corners of her lips. She side-eyes you with an excitement she didn't have just two minutes prior, and you know it worked. “If I win,” she announces as loud as she's allowed to, “make me thick tofu stew. The right way.” 

“Really? That's it?” Then you rebut with just as much fervor, “If I win, you do three of my essays in comparative lit next semester.”

“Now hold the fuck on,” she stumbles, her eyes grown wide and her smile grown toothy, “if you're gonna raise the stakes like that, I need to think of something else!”

Your phone and hers vibrate at the same time, and your screen reads “Get your ass over to Geog.” You both pack your bags and head off to your last Geology class before finals together, and as your book takes its place in the darkness of your backpack, “Fine, but I get to change mine too when I hear yours,” and the spring in her step as you walk tells you it's mission accomplished. 

~~~

In hindsight, it really wasn’t all that bad. The class review session your professor held that day helped you nail down just enough of whatever the fuck sleet might be, and while you're certain it isn't flying colors, your grade at least wouldn't be red. 

Coming out of the exam room, you spot Yubin just seconds before she finds you, and your good deed pays for itself as she skips to approach. 

“Got a good feeling?” There was no point in asking other than that you had to hear it from her, though the wide grin on her face was proof enough. 

“Yeah, I think barely,” she sways cutely from side to side, “and don't think you're off the hook!” She hits you light on the arm, and the most shining feature you can’t ignore is her eyebrows without any sign or symptom of the crease. 

“Not over ‘til the fat lady sings, Gong Yubin,” though you know she's already won. “Three whole essays against… Haven't you decided yet?”

“No, not yet, but the bet is still on!”

You relent, “Fine, fine. Anyway, Nakyoung’s treating the gang to drinks tonight. Wanna come?”

“Nah, busy. Laundry and stuff.” She shifts her weight from foot to foot, and you can tell she’s giddy about what her grade is going to turn out to be. It’s a sight for sore eyes, especially ones that have seen too many grainy tectonic plates and water cycle diagrams. “And why do you insist on full-naming her?”

“I know someone whose name sounds the exact same. As far as I’m concerned, our Nakyoung’s the other Naky.” You place your hand on the small of her back and lead her away from the doorway, and she walks with you without a second thought.

“Mean. You’ll have to introduce me to this first Naky, then.” You slide into rhythm with her gait, and it hits you just how relieved you are for Yubin’s worries to be over. 

It seems such a waste, you think, that laundry is the only thing keeping her away from celebrating, so as you walk out of the Social Sciences building, you bargain one more time: “We’ll be there all night, so just come by when you’re done. I speak for everyone when I say we want you to come, please?”

She giggles again, “I’ll see what I can do. It’s not like I don’t wanna be there, either. Plus,” she admits defeatedly, “we’re getting the results later, and God knows I’d rather not be alone when it comes.” 

~~~

“Hey, where's Yubin?” Nakyoung slings an arm around your shoulder and shoves another mug of beer into your hand. It's a welcome gesture, and it takes all of two and a half seconds for you to down half of it. 

“She has laundry,” you nearly shout back your reply above the music. “Said she'll drop by if she has time.”

Nakyoung makes to yell another reply right into your ear, but decides to pull you away into one of the quieter booths in the bar. “She's a goody-two-shoes, no? Laundry, oh please. Kaede hasn't done laundry in two years.” She takes a gulp of her own beer and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. 

“Hey. She studied her ass off for that test. I made a bet with her and it looks like she has high spirits, but I honestly dunno what I'd do if she fails.”

Your friend takes your chin up with her finger and you realize how pensive an expression was sitting on your face. “This is Gong Yubin. You know she'll kill it.” Nakyoung flashes a confident smile, and it reassures you almost more than your own trust in Yubin herself. “You drunk yet?”

“Nah, not getting shitfaced without Yubin.”

“Cute. You know she likes you too?” 

“Go fuck yourself, Nakyoung. Go steal Seoyeon's boyfriend while you're at it.”

“I wish; she has him under lock and key. But I wouldn't really mind both of them,” she muses, eyeing Seoyeon in the middle of the dancefloor. 

Just then, the devil strolls in through the front door. “Hi! You weren't kidding, it's really loud in here,” Yubin exclaims with her hands shielding her ears as she adjusts to the noise.

She takes Nakyoung's seat–you whip your head around and find Nakyoung at the dancefloor, with Seoyeon grinding against her–and picks up Nakyoung's old mug. She takes a careful sip and ends it with a relieved ahhhh, before setting it back down and getting to business. She leans in like keeping a secret, though she can't hide her toothy grin. “Have you seen your grade yet?”

“It's out?!” You fumble for your phone, and the second it lights up, cold runs through your veins–the email notification is the first thing at the top of the screen. Meanwhile, Yubin calmly slides her phone across the table to you. She asks “I read yours, you read mine?” with the sweetest smile on her face, again with the slight crease on her eyebrows.

Calm your nerves, silence the alarms blaring in your head. You know she did well, absolutely certain. However, it still doesn't soothe you enough; not until you see the grades for yourself. So, as your thumb hovers over her email, your heart nearly beats out of your chest, only to see–

“You got 87 percent,” Yubin states in the blandest, matter-of-fact tone you've ever heard. Her eyes move left and right over the same spot on your phone, making ultimate certain that she's reading it right. Once she is, her tone softens just enough, “Yeah, 87 percent. Wow, that's good,” she sighs with relief, “... Hard to beat.”

Now her turn, you peek at her score. doing the same making sure, and then some. When you read it for the fifth time, you kick yourself mentally for being so worried and having such little trust in the genius that is Gong Yubin. “Goddamn, 95 percent.”

Her eyes widen like sinkholes as her hand flies to cover her mouth. It almost doesn't matter that you hand her back her phone; she snatches it back anyway. Her disbelief chips away at itself with every run through of the email she reads for herself, and when she's finally done, returns her shocked gaze back to you.

“You were that scared of three essays?” you joke. The beer tastes sweeter now that your worries have gone, and as if all six septillion kilograms of the world is off your shoulders. 

“No, three essays is easy,” she taunts, but immediately her voice takes on a gentler tone, “so I win, right?”

You scoff at her haughtiness, but your relief triumphs over all. “Yeah, whatever. What do you want?”

“... I wanna go home. This is enough excitement for one day.”

“Alright, let me take you. Tell me in the cab what you want for winning, though?”

“Sure,” she says with a tiny smile.

~~~

“So,” she declares. She catches her breath, and her face is overcome with a subtle red flush, “about the bet.”

“Yeah, about the bet.”

“I want…” and she hesitates. The cab runs over a mild speed bump, and the resulting sway seemingly knocks her completely out of focus. She gathers her resolve once more, as if every time she tries to speak she drops it and has to pick it up again. 

“You want…?”

It's a good couple minutes of her breathing heavily, and your concern shows itself for her and whatever she has planned for you.

“Is it illegal? What could possibly be so bad that you're hesitating this much?”

“No, no, shut up. I'm working on it.” She takes one last deep breath, even placing a hand on her heart to steady it. “I want… a cum tribute.”

“... A cum tribute.”

“Yes.”

“You want me to…?”

“I'll send you a photo. And do it on that.”

“You want a photo of–”

“Video.”

“You–video?”

“I want a video. Of you. Cumming on a photo. My photo. I'll send it to you.”

There's no way the cab driver doesn't think this is weird. Then again, he has an earphone in, so he might not be listening in at all. You get the feeling Yubin doesn't care either way, completely focused on you. 

“... Alright. You want it this bad, fine.”

“Good. Um,” she follows, “sorry in advance. It's gonna be my first time… taking a photo like this.” She refocuses her attention to the buildings whizzing by outside as she says it, the telltale sign the conversation is over. Still, it lingers in your head for a little while: Yubin's first time. 

~~~

“Look, I'm sorry,” she sighs, “just come up with me? Please?”

You're standing with her outside her dorm, all the while the meter ticks away in the cab. The driver waits expectantly inside for you to get back, but Yubin's fingers wrapped around your sleeve make for a very difficult decision. 

“Okay, okay, just let me pay the cab driver,” you concede, but as soon as you sum up the fare, Yubin snatches it from you and brings it over herself. She and the driver exchange a few words, ending with her waving him off and him leaving her in the dust. She waddles back with her signature grin: the one that tries and fails to hide her excitement. 

“Can I just ask why you want it so bad?”

She shakes her head, “Nope. Now shush,” as you both make the now-silent trek up the four flights of stairs to her floor and room. 

Upon entering, you immediately notice it's nicer than most dorm rooms: huge space, carpet floors, a big window, and two double-size beds, not to mention its own bathroom. It makes you stop and wonder if you ever glossed over any signs that Yubin or her family might come from old money.

“Uhh, give me a few minutes to get ready. The bed on the right is mine, make yourself at home. WiFi password by the light switch. Kaede doesn't like her stuff messed with, so steer clear.” Yubin then disappears into the bathroom, and you lay yourself down on her bed. You're made aware of how you sink comfortably into the memory foam, and of the disarming fragrance that wafts from her bedsheets and pillowcases. She's always smelled like this, you recall, but it's rather nice, you finally admit. 

“Hey,” Yubin attempts. She sits on the edge of her bed next to you, wearing a set of pajamas and no makeup at all. You always knew Yubin was a pretty girl, God knows how many times she's been asked out, but seeing her like this is new; her allure draws you in with a smile and an embrace. Shit, was Nakyoung right? Do you like her? 

“So… How do you want me?” She avoids your eyes and touches her fingertips together, a blush forming on her cheeks. 

“Do you… Do you have a tie?”

Her ears perk up, “Yeah, hold on,” and she retrieves a thin, striped necktie from her dresser. She places it around her neck, her fingers delicately maneuvering the fabric into an intricate-looking knot, and when she's done, she presents herself to you. 

“Take off your top, Yubin,” you tell her, and she hands you her phone with the camera already on. Point it at her, making sure the flash is off, and start taking pictures one by one. 

She pushes aside the tie and fiddles with the top button. It's effortless how she undoes it, and she pulls the collar apart to show you more of her. She unbuttons the next, then the next, all the while showing you her smooth skin. With half the buttons undone, she shows off her chest, showing nothing but skin underneath her top.

You take a moment to catch your breath, swallow your spit. “Are you sure about this, Yubin?” 

“Yeah… Just keep going, please.” She undoes her fifth button at the very bottom, revealing her midriff and making you salivate. Must be heaven to kiss her there, when she snaps you out of it, “Are you still taking pictures?” Am I that distracting?” Look up to her, find her with the same sweet smile on her face but with a new blush decorating her cheeks.

Her last button is her fourth, and it's undone before you know it. She keeps her pajama top on a little bit longer, covering her chest a little bit more, and finally she shrugs it off one shoulder. It's nothing but everything all at once, and the split second your self-control wavers is the exact moment you leap in.

You drop her phone somewhere on the mattress; both your hands grip her shoulders as your lips capture hers. She leans into the kiss, wrapping her fingers on the back of your neck, and tiny moans escape her amidst smooches that get louder the hungrier she gets. 

Pull the top off her other shoulder, and she finally strips it all off. However, you can't even enjoy the sight, not yet, as you draft down from her lips to her slender neck, leaving a trail of kisses on your way. She runs her fingers through your hair before holding you in place, all the while leading your free hand to her chest. 

She sucks air in through her teeth, “That's really good, just like that…” she moans as her head tilts to allow more access to her neck. The scent of her shampoo fills your nostrils and you feel yourself getting addicted, but not as much as to the softness of her skin. 

She pulls you down onto the bed, and you find yourself leaning over her. Yubin lies under you, watching you intently and waiting for what you'll do next. Her tie sits right in the valley of her tits, and it drives you wild. Take a nipple in between your teeth while you fondle her other breast. She breathes heavy in pleasure, wordlessly asking for more and more of your attention and love. Her fist closes on your hair as she pushes you further onto her chest, her other hand hopelessly tugging on your pants.

It's all the message you need from her: your pants go, then your underwear, then everything else. Your cock stands hard in her sights, and the way her fingers wrap around your length is nothing short of heaven. 

“Do… do you wanna do it with me?” Her question is purely innocent, without a single hint of malice in her voice. She rubs your shaft slowly, sending waves of tantalizing pleasure throughout your whole body.

“Do you have condoms?”

“... Kaede will forgive me.” She crawls down the ladder, picks out a square plastic wrapper from her roommate's dresser, and hurries to get back to you. The smile on her face as she comes up the ladder again is one of, if not the most beautiful things you've ever seen. 

You guide her as she puts the condom on you, and the sensation of her fingers gently unrolling the rubber along your length only makes you more impatient. Finally, you hook your fingers on the garter of her pajama bottoms, and she lifts her hips to accommodate you. The fabric slides off her so easily, revealing her long, smooth legs that she seems desperate to have you in between of. 

“Go easy, okay? I told you…” 

“Yeah, your first time. I'll take care of you,” you reassure her. Line up your throbbing cock against her slick heat, feel her palm on your cheek, watch her flash that killer smile again. She bites her lip, and while you know it isn't on purpose, it makes her look sexier all the same. 

Slide your cock into her, making sure to go slow. She shuts her eyes harder with every inch she takes of you, and when she moves her hands to your forearms and grips tight, it reminds you like a looping cycle: “Go easy, go easy.”

So you go slow and steady, staving off your lust for the woman giving herself to you. Each thrust into her sex is careful and calculated, though by the second you feel your calculations going awry. She pants at every good spot in her cavern you happen to drag across, earning her little admissions of newly found pleasure in the form of mewls and moans like a song you’d never tire of. 

“Faster, please…? You’re so–ugh, fuck…” And the way she pleads flips a switch in you; plant your elbows into the memory foam on either side of her head while she takes your face in her hands. Yubin pulls you in for a kiss and it means the world to her when you grow careless with your lovemaking.

“Fuck, fuck, not too fast, just right, mmm,” each time you push into her cunt. The way she mumbles sweet nothings into your ear, the way she holds on for dear life and leaves scratches all the way down your back, she takes up every single thought going through your head: Yubin, Yubin, Yubin…

You scarcely notice how she's scratching your harder, gripping you tighter, grinding against you faster–it’s much too late to finally hear her warning, “I'm close, I'm close, oh fuck, fuck, aaahhhh!” as she explodes with you still inside her. Her pussy clenches around your cock in all the best ways, and you savor the feeling as she rides out her orgasm. Her knuckles turn white as she grips you by the shoulders, though all you can see is how her tits bounce with every jerk that runs through her body. Yubin's eyes roll to the back of her head and her mouth hangs open, a prolonged, deep moan gracing your ears as she ambles closer and closer to spent. 

Take a moment, let her breathe. Every gasp of air in her lungs is like a blessing, and each one steadily brings her from beyond heaven back to you. Her hands fall to her sides as she pants out her delirium and replaces it with tiredness, and once she's stable she flashes you that killer smile again. It pulls on the corners of her mouth, showing the tiniest amount of teeth, though her eyes are nowhere near open. Plant a kiss on her cheek, then her neck, then receive her giggles once you stay and rest right on her pulse. 

“You good? Still alive?”

All she can do is nod, having had every last ounce of her strength sapped. She lays motionless under you, save for her chest rising and falling with her breathing, and you know she looks to you for comfort and security. You take another moment to bask in her afterglow; she's never looked more gorgeous. 

“Hey,” she whispers, and you swear it's the most tired you've ever heard her, or anyone for that matter. “You good?”

“Yeah, I'm okay. Are you sure you're good?”

“Yeah. Thank you.” She pulls you back down and plants a kiss on your cheek. Her lips linger for a second, as if she's taking in your scent made hers. You stay like this for a good while, just enjoying each other's presence, relishing in the warmth of a body that gave itself up for the other. You don't even notice when you slumped over onto the mattress beside her, but her head on your chest felt like the rightest thing in the world.

“We're not done, by the way,” she prods.

“What? Why not? Aren't you tired?”

“‘Tired’ isn't part of the bet. I still want that tribute.”

And you remember, you have a job to do, a debt to pay. It’s between your common sense and your lust for the hottest girl in the world right now, and there is a clear winner. 

Pull back from her, off of the bed, and plant your feet on the floor. Firm and resolute, tell her: “Fine, on your knees.” The flush on her face deepens to an igneous red, and she scrambles to the floor in front of you.

“You're so pretty, Yubin,” you muse as you point her camera back to her face. Make sure the flash is off, and once you push the big red button to record, your other hand immediately takes her cheek and guides her to your tip. 

Yubin's eyes flutter shut as she inches her lips closer and closer to your cock. The first contact is heavenly; just gentle kisses and licks from a complete novice pretending to be an expert at this sort of stuff. The way her tongue glides over your shaft, the way she plants kisses all over your cock with the tiniest sucks, the way she does all of this with her eyes gracefully shut makes for a killer video for her to get off to later. A blowjob from a girl like this comes once in a lifetime, so you resolve to give her everything she'd ever want from a tribute like this. 

A moan escapes you, and she picks up that she's doing it right. With your subconscious approval, the hand on her cheek pulling further her in, she takes your tip in her mouth. Her tongue works overtime in running all over the head, paying special attention to your slit, making absolutely sure her spit coats wherever she can reach. She takes in more and more of your shaft, pressing her tongue on the underside of your cock as she does, all the while her cheeks hollow out like her life depends on it. 

Tiny vibrations from her throat only add to the pleasure, sending shivers up your spine and your hand to the back of her head. For the first time, she opens her eyes, and the sight is something to behold: she looks up at you with the biggest, roundest, most pleading eyes, the epitome of cuteness if not for your cock she oh-so-diligently services to get what she wants. 

Yubin takes you in just a bit deeper, slightly turning her head and savoring the way your length fills her mouth, when you hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag. She pulls back abruptly as a tear forms in the corner of her eye, and you have half a mind to pull out entirely to make sure she's okay. Instead, she never lets you–she takes your cock again, shooting you another pleading look before she shuts her eyes and bobs her head onto your cock again and again. 

Luckily, you pick up on her message; Snake your fingers through her hair, grab a fistful, make her yours. A moan rises from her throat once again, and she steadies herself with her hands on your thighs in preparation. She's ready. 

Pull her in as far as she can take, and it's a good most of your shaft before she gags again. Offer her no breathing room, bob her head onto your cock over and over, all the while more of her slobber coats your length, some of it falling off her lips and onto her chest and lap. She never fights, only takes–soon the gagging is replaced by an obedient, rhythmic gluck-gluck-gluck than you're sure even she'd find hot if she could think straight. Instead, her phone picks up every sight and sound for her to enjoy later, while you both enjoy each other now. 

It's everything all at once: the sight of Gong Yubin's plump, sexy lips around your shaft, the feeling of her tongue relentlessly dragging over every inch of your cock, the sound of your tip meeting her throat again and again while her groans fight their way out. “Yubin… I'm close,” you confess, but with her eyes still shut and her tongue still going crazy all over you, you don't think she heard. So make the decision yourself: yank her hard off your cock, rub your shaft right against her delicious lips. Once she exits her daze, she takes your dick in her hand and rubs all across the length. Tears fall from the corner of her eyes and her lips give off the slightest tremble, but she's resolute in what she wants to earn from you. 

It takes no time at all until you reach your limit. It's the best handjob anyone has ever probably given, but it's that one last kiss from her, right on your tip, that sends you over the edge. One last groan, one last jerk, one last tug of her hair, and your orgasm hits. Your cum shoots out in ropes, all landing on her face and tits. She's determined to receive everything from you, so it's only right to give her exactly what she wants. She shuts her eyes again, but her mouth stays wide open to catch whatever she can of it–she never stops jerking you off even as your cum falls onto her eyelids, her nose bridge, her forehead, her chin. Yubin savors every moment and every drop, burning the memory of bliss into her mind as you coat her face with your love. 

Your orgasm finally dies down, and you realize just how much she squeezed out of you. You're sure no one has ever looked lewder, your cum smeared all over her face, yet she proves you wrong when she picks up a fingerful of it to take into her mouth. She licks her lips, apparently loving the taste, while you love the sight of her acting so sultry for you. 

Stumble back onto the bed, take Yubin with you. Both of you are out of strength, breathing heavy, and in the middle of processing that you just painted her face with cum–that she asked you to paint her face with cum. You barely notice the stars swirling in your eyes, but your sense of the situation comes back just quick enough to avoid things getting awkward. 

“I think I wanna shower, so you should wash up first,” you mumble, still staring at her beige ceiling, and you can feel she's panting and doing the same without even seeing her. 

Wordlessly she gets up and her carpet-muffled footsteps grow quieter as she heads to the bathroom. A door shuts, a handle creaks, a shower gushes to life. Your brain sits idle, making no attempts to form thoughts other than acknowledging the shower turning off and on while she bathes. It's calming in its own way, you suppose–taking a bath is one of the normalest things in the world–as if what you just did with her was a close runner-up. 

An unknowable amount of time passes, and a fresh, citrus-scented Yubin emerges from the bathroom again. She dries her hair with her towel as she makes her way to her hair blower, but not before shooting you a gorgeous smile and a head tilt to the bathroom to let you know it's your turn. 

~~~

Leaving the bathroom yourself, you find a dark bedroom, save only for a yellow lamp shining against a nearby wall. Yubin is sitting up in her bed and scrolling on her phone, and once she spots you, she beckons you over.

“Look, funny,” she whispers with a giggle, and she shows you a clip of a guy much too excited about a truck looking like Optimus Prime. 

“Yeah. Hey, listen, I'm pretty tired,” you attempt. In no way is this a lie, and you're sure she's tired too. You bet she wants nothing more than to finally go to sleep and end what should be a perfect night on a high note. 

“Totally,” she agrees, “come on in. It's cold.” She lifts up the covers and looks over to you expectantly. Not that it dumbfounds you, but it throws you for a slight loop; she literally just said it was cold. 

“Wh– I'm heading out, is what I mean. You should get your rest, too.”

Yubin's eyes take on a softer expression, “Oh, you're not staying over?”

“... Did you want me to?”

“Yeah…?”

Your eyes lock with hers for what seems like half a second and a million hours at the same time. You're stuck in place, still in a stalemate of a staring contest with her, and you're not sure even she knows what the two of you want out of the situation. Her expression turns into one of concern, and her arm holding up the covers falters just a bit. Fuck, you think, window's closing.

Make your choice, have no regrets. Get in the covers with her, and she lets them drop to snuggle up to you. Once the both of you settle, her head on your chest and yours on one of the fluffiest pillows in the world, she blurts out quietly: “You fucked up, you know.”

She navigates to her gallery and finds your video of her, and skips to a part near the end. “Your dumb ass stopped recording just as you were about to cum.” And the video did show that: Yubin rubbing your cock, eyes shut, tongue out and ready for your load, and the video stops. 

“Shit, sorry–” 

“This wasn't the bet. I wanted a cum tribute, not a facial. You need to send me a proper one,” she muses, “or take a proper video.”

Now that stuns you. You wonder how interesting her ceiling is for you to stare at it so much, but she snaps you out of it partway through by snaking a hand up your shirt and settling it right above your heart. Reciprocate–it only feels right–wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her even closer. An exhale from both of you, and one last exchange of words: 

“Okay. Tomorrow?”

“Can you go again that soon?”

“If it's you, of course.”

“Don't guys need to recharge?”

“... I'll handle it.”

~~~

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TRIPLES GODDESS8ES24 - YUBIN + JIYEON

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Between Members: After Live Event (Yubin x Jiyeon)

Synopsis: After finishing their live stream, Yubin and Jiyeon’s casual break turns heated due to Jiyeon’s revealing outfit, sparking an intense, unrestrained encounter.

Tags: lesbian, fingering, breast play, mutual masturbation

Words: 1.9k+

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The directive from the content team flashed boldly on the screen in front of them: 'Please adjust Jiyeon’s outfit.'

Yubin glanced over at Jiyeon, her eyes catching on the loose off-shoulder top that had slipped lower than intended during the live stream, revealing more than the camera was meant to capture.

With a faint flush creeping up her cheeks, Yubin reached out instinctively, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric as she tugged it gently upward to cover Jiyeon’s exposed skin. The air in the streaming room felt suddenly thick, the hum of the recently powered-down equipment fading into a charged silence.

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The next instruction from the content team popped up on the screen, unwavering in its focus: 'Jiyeon, step off-screen for a moment and fix your outfit; the camera will shift to Yubin.'

The note was a persistent reminder that Jiyeon’s top—still slightly askew despite Yubin’s earlier efforts—hadn’t quite been tamed. Yubin’s brow furrowed as she scanned the words, then turned her attention back to Jiyeon, who stood poised but visibly unbothered by the wardrobe malfunction.

“Wait, turn around. Turn around,” Yubin said, her voice a mix of urgency and quiet exasperation. She reached out, guiding Jiyeon by the shoulders to pivot her body until she faced away from the camera’s unblinking eye.

With a steadying breath, Yubin’s hands moved to the front of Jiyeon’s top, her fingers carefully grasping the fabric near the chest and collar. She pulled it upward in one smooth motion, smoothing it over Jiyeon’s skin to restore some semblance of modesty.

The brief contact sent a jolt through Yubin’s fingertips, and though the crew bustled around them, dismantling lights and coiling cables, the space between her and Jiyeon seemed to shrink, the moment stretching taut with an undercurrent neither could yet name.

"Cut! Great job, you two… take a break or chat a bit longer if you want," one of the content team guys said, his voice relaxed as he switched off the camera, ending the live stream on tripleS's YouTube channel.

The tension in the Cream Office eased, and Yubin’s hand lingered in Jiyeon’s after they waved goodbye to the fans together. The streaming room gradually cleared out, the crew filtering away, leaving only Yubin and Jiyeon behind with the big table they’d used, a few scattered water bottles, and their small bags tucked in the corner.

Yubin cast a glance at Jiyeon, her gaze unintentionally—or perhaps deliberately—slipping to Jiyeon’s chest. Jiyeon wore a loose off-shoulder top, the fabric having shifted during the live stream to reveal deep cleavage, her breasts straining against a thin bra.

Yubin’s mouth dried, a flush creeping up her face, and she couldn’t hold back her words. "Eonnie, your top’s so revealing," she said, her voice husky as her hand brushed Jiyeon’s shirt, gently tugging it up to cover the exposed skin. "Your chest was basically on display."

Jiyeon turned to face her, her eyes locking onto Yubin’s with an intensity that quickened Yubin’s pulse. "Why? I'm sure wavs would like it." Jiyeon replied, her tone low and teasing, a faint smirk curling her lips.

"Eonnie... it's just—" Yubin replied, but Jiyeon interrupted, her hand shifting to Yubin’s shoulder, pressing her back gently until she bumped against the big table.

"Just what, Yubin-ah? Don't you say, you're flustered seeing me like this?" Jiyeon murmured, her body closing the distance until it pressed against Yubin’s.

The sensation of Jiyeon’s breasts against her chest, the thin bra grazing her shirt, and the hardness of Jiyeon’s nipples through the fabric drew a soft moan from Yubin.

"Eonnie, wait—" she gasped, her voice trembling, and then Jiyeon kissed her—fiercely, lips hot and demanding, her tongue claiming Yubin’s mouth and erasing every coherent thought.

Jiyeon’s hands moved with urgency, yanking Yubin’s shirt up roughly until her torso was exposed, revealing a plain white bra already damp at the nipples from her arousal.

"Yubin, you’re soaked here," Jiyeon taunted, her voice laced with amusement as her fingers pinched Yubin’s nipple sharply, eliciting a yelp. "Eonnie, ahh!" Yubin cried out.

Jiyeon chuckled, peeling Yubin’s bra off slowly, the cool air hitting Yubin’s smaller breasts—modest compared to Jiyeon’s. Jiyeon didn’t hesitate, her tongue flicking out to lick Yubin’s nipple swiftly before sucking it hard, driving Yubin to clutch the table for support. "Eonnie, I…" she pleaded, her voice raw with need.

Jiyeon hoisted Yubin onto the table, her legs dangling over the edge, and swiftly yanked down Yubin’s shorts—her panties came along, drenched and clinging to her thighs. Jiyeon’s gaze fixed on Yubin, now fully exposed, her eyes blazing with intensity.

"Yubin-ah, you're wet because of me, huh?" she murmured, her hand gliding to Yubin’s inner thigh, inching downward until her fingers slipped inside—two at once, plunging fast and deep. Yubin let out a piercing scream, "Eonnie, ahh, I… I can't take it!" Jiyeon moved with relentless precision, her fingers striking tight and wet, the table quaking beneath her forceful thrusts.

Yubin’s hands shot to Jiyeon’s hair, gripping it tightly and pulling her in for a desperate kiss, her teeth sinking into Jiyeon’s lip until Jiyeon moaned, "Yubin, ahh!" Yubin’s hands then dropped to Jiyeon’s top, tearing it down roughly until Jiyeon’s breasts spilled free.

She squeezed them hard, pinching a nipple until Jiyeon yelped in response. The sensation drove Jiyeon to intensify her rhythm, slipping a third finger into Yubin, pushing her past her limit. Yubin shattered, her release flooding over Jiyeon’s hand and dripping onto the table as she collapsed backward, breathless, "Eonnie… ahh…"

Jiyeon withdrew her fingers, licking them deliberately while holding Yubin’s gaze, then climbed onto the table, straddling her. Their bodies pressed together, slick with sweat and heat. "Yubin, we're just getting started," Jiyeon whispered, her tone laced with promise, leaving no doubt that Yubin was wholly at her mercy.

Yubin lay sprawled across the table, her body glistening with sweat and the remnants of her earlier release, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Jiyeon loomed over her, their skin pressed tightly together, Jiyeon’s breasts flattening against Yubin’s chest, her nipples brushing against Yubin’s bare flesh. For a fleeting moment, Yubin thought Jiyeon might relent, but Jiyeon’s eyes locked onto hers, still ablaze with unrestrained desire, signaling that their encounter was far from over.

“Eonnie… I…” Yubin began, her voice faltering, but Jiyeon silenced her with another kiss—brutal and unrestrained, her teeth grazing Yubin’s lips, tugging until a faint taste of blood emerged. Yubin’s mind emptied, overtaken by Jiyeon’s dominance.

“Yubin-ah, I want more,” Jiyeon rasped, her voice rough with longing as her hands slid to Yubin’s waist, pulling her off the table until Yubin’s feet hit the floor, unsteady but tethered to Jiyeon’s will.

But Jiyeon didn’t let Yubin stand—she shoved her toward the chairs nearby, the two Yubin had hastily pushed together during the live stream. Yubin stumbled onto them, collapsing backward with her legs thrust into the air. Jiyeon climbed over her, straddling her with legs spread wide, pressing herself against Yubin—wet and scorching, grinding right where Yubin was already drenched and sensitive. “Eonnie, ahh!” Yubin cried out as Jiyeon rocked her hips rapidly, sliding against her until the sensation was tight and slick, the wet sounds reverberating through the room.

Yubin’s hands clamped onto the chair arms, her nails digging into the fabric as she arched her hips, pushing back against Jiyeon. She felt Jiyeon’s arousal drip onto her, coating her thighs in a sticky mess. Jiyeon’s lips found Yubin’s neck, her teeth sinking in with a sharp bite that made Yubin flinch.

“Yubin, I… ahh, you feel so good!” Jiyeon moaned, her hands dropping to Yubin’s breasts, squeezing them roughly and pinching her nipples until Yubin’s voice broke, “Eonnie, I… ahh, more!” The chairs teetered precariously, threatening to give way, but neither noticed���Jiyeon hauled Yubin up, spun her around, and pushed her face-down onto the table again, Yubin’s ass raised high, legs dangling off the edge.

“Yubin, I want it from behind,” Jiyeon whispered, parting Yubin’s thighs wide. Her fingers plunged into Yubin—three at once, swift and deep—drawing a scream from Yubin’s lips, “Eonnie, I… ahh, deeper!” Jiyeon thrust with force, striking Yubin’s wet, tight core, the table rattling as a water bottle from earlier tipped and rolled to the floor.

Yubin clutched the table’s edge, her body slamming against the wood with each movement. Jiyeon withdrew her fingers, replacing them with her mouth—licking Yubin from behind, her tongue delving deep, sucking fiercely until Yubin teetered on the brink.

“Eonnie, I… ahh, I’m gonna come!” Yubin shouted. Jiyeon nipped her lightly on the ass, accelerating her pace, pushing Yubin past her limit. Yubin climaxed, her release flooding Jiyeon’s mouth, spilling onto the table and floor as she collapsed, trembling, “Eonnie… ahh…”

But Jiyeon wasn’t finished—she dragged Yubin back to the chairs, settling into one and pulling Yubin onto her lap, Yubin’s legs splayed wide on either side. “Yubin, let’s come together,” Jiyeon said, her hand slipping between them, fingers sliding into Yubin and herself simultaneously, moving with urgency.

Their bodies pressed together, wet and searing, their rhythms aligning. Yubin kissed Jiyeon, their tongues clashing, her teeth catching Jiyeon’s lip as they moaned in harmony, “Eonnie… ahh… / Yubin… ahh!” They reached their peak together, their releases mingling, soaking each other, the chair, and their thighs until the surface beneath them glistened. Yubin slumped against Jiyeon, utterly spent.

Yubin slumped in Jiyeon’s lap, their bodies drenched—sweat and their mingled release soaking into the slick, unsteady chair beneath them. Yubin’s breath came in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling, her breasts brushing against Jiyeon’s, their nipples grazing faintly as they struggled to steady themselves. Jiyeon’s gaze met Yubin’s, her eyes hooded yet glinting with a fire that hinted they weren’t finished—and Yubin felt it too, that lingering heat pulsing within her, undeterred by the countless times she’d already unraveled.

“Eonnie, we… we gotta clean this up,” Yubin rasped, her voice hoarse as she surveyed the wrecked room—the table slick with their marks, the chair dripping onto the floor, a stray water bottle rolling aimlessly, their clothes strewn haphazardly.

Jiyeon let out a soft laugh, her hand threading through Yubin’s damp hair. “Yubin-ah, hurry, don’t wanna get caught,” she whispered, prompting them to scramble off the chair, their legs wobbly but adrenaline overriding any hesitation.

Yubin darted to her small bag, grabbing tissues and hurriedly wiping the table, swiping at the sticky residue clinging to the wood. The scent of their encounter hung heavy, stirring her senses anew, but she forced herself to focus on erasing the evidence.

Jiyeon snatched her bra from the floor, slipping it on swiftly, her breasts bouncing as she tugged her sweat-dampened top back into place. Yubin pulled on her torn panties and shorts, the fabric sticking to her thighs, then attacked the chair, scrubbing at the soaked patches embedded in the fabric.

“Eonnie, this stinks so bad,” she muttered, her voice quivering, and Jiyeon chuckled, joining her to wipe it down with her bare hand—her fingers still slick from Yubin.

They shoved the chairs back into position, placed the water bottle upright on the table, and Yubin cast a quick glance at the floor—wet, but subtle enough to pass unless someone inspected closely.

“Good enough, Yubin, let’s go,” Jiyeon urged, seizing Yubin’s hand. They slipped out of the live room, closing the door quietly behind them, leaving no obvious trace—or so they hoped.

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Orientation Week

tripleS Gong Yubin & Male Reader

Categories/Warnings: smut

Word count: 0.7k

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a/n: yuri fics cooking too long have this in the meantime

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Your phone vibrates again, same as always. You note the tardiness–five whole minutes. She's never this late under normal circumstances, but getting anything at all this late means getting something special. 

You unlock your phone, open your messages. Yubin's name is in bold letters, and the typing indicator only then disappears, a split second before a new message pops up in your chat. You read them from the notification bar: 

Yubin sent 6 photos. Kaede's out Had fun with these Hope you do too 😘

Delayed gratification is nonexistent when it comes to Gong Yubin; there is never any point to it when she doesn't believe in it either. At this point, it's less a tease and more a nuisance when you don't open her messages by 10:07 pm. She gets cute about it sometimes, but something tells you you're in for a treat tonight. 

You're met with a screen full of Yubin, her phone covering her face as she takes her selcas, but that isn't the main point–tonight she's laying on her bed, in a skirt much too short for anyone to wear outside. She has it fastened around her waist, showing off her puffy cunt. Her fingers spread her moist lips while another grazes her clit, and even though you know it's just a photo, you could almost see how she plays with herself and how sexy her moans sound. 

The next picture is none much better: she sits relaxedly on the floor in front of her mirror, her white blouse unbuttoned all the way, showing off the valley of her breasts still covered with the nearly see-through top. She drapes an arm under her tits as she pushes them up, and her thin striped necktie looks hotter than ever on her. It turns you on so much more that she doesn't hide it–usually these pictures are taken in the bathroom, in the tub or with the mirror over her sink–but with the room all to herself, she takes advantage of everything she can to entice you over.

Next still is the same pose, but with her necktie between her teeth, and she covers only her eyes with the phone this time. A smile graces her lips as she shows the top shrugged off her shoulders to reveal her stiff nipples. She squeezes her breast for you, index and middle fingers pinching her nub. You could almost hear her giggles as if you were right there with her, watching her strip for you again.

The fourth photo, and likely the rest too, is much more daring than anything you get when Kaede is around: still on the floor, Yubin sits with her legs open, again showing her pussy, with the top completely off her. The skirt is unfastened and merely balanced on her waist with nothing holding it there, as if the lightest gust of wind or the wrong change in position will bare her completely naked.

After that is a photo that reminds you of something you sorely miss: Yubin brings two fingers into her wet cunt, all the while she squeezes her tits together with her arms. You recall one night you went over and made love to her just like that–pulling her wrists towards you for leverage while you fucked her cunt–and she said she never felt so good. And you finally realize the play.

The last photo is of her bent over, showing off her perfect ass, legs apart, and spreading her thighs to show you how much she misses you. You can tell by the way her thighs shine and the darker spot on the carpet that she got herself off while taking these, and it's an invitation if there ever was one.

Weigh your options, consider your consequences. Your class tomorrow is 8:30 am, it's the sociology class you'd pass even if you only took the final, it's interesting though, you still have five free absences in it. Pros and cons fail to tip the scale in either direction, so it's up to a mere flip of the proverbial coin. 

As if on cue, your decision is made for you. Yubin sends another set of messages:

Done? 😊 If not, come over Kaede texted me where her lube is 😉

~~~

a/n: oh right lmao @sinswithpleasure here :DD

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