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chrissssssmut · 2 months ago

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After reading that I’ve cat girl smut, I feel like I need a lesserafim cat girl smut instead!

COME OVER

Cat Girls Le Sserafim OT5 x Male Reader

AN: Last fic for this week! Need to rest and get back to work tomorrow T____T

The walls were thin.

Like, weirdly thin. Paper-thin. You discovered that on the first night.

You were still unpacking boxes when you heard it: a long, soft mewl coming from the other side of your bedroom wall.

"Meowww~... ngh, mmhh..."

You paused, hand frozen around a roll of socks. That… that didn’t sound like a regular meow. It sounded human. It sounded... breathy.

Then a low, husky voice filtered through the wall. “Stop moving your tail like that, you’re making me horny.”

You blinked. “What the f—?”

Another voice, whinier and higher pitched, answered. “I can’t help it, unnie! I’m itchy!”

“I swear, if you go into heat again, don’t expect me to help this time—”

Smack.

“Ow! You always hit me!”

Your jaw dropped. The argument continued, filled with hisses, giggles, and the occasional unmistakable moan. You had no clue what was going on over there, but you were 100% sure it wasn’t normal.

And the second night, too.

And the third… that was when you broke.

The sounds were worse that night. More rhythmic. More intentional. Soft moans bleeding through the thin wall, playful giggles that sharpened into whimpers. You heard Yunjin’s voice—low, breathy, teasing someone. Kazuha gasping. And then a high-pitched, drawn-out whine that had to be Chaewon.

You weren’t sure who was touching who anymore.

Or if they were just putting on a show.

Your cock ached beneath the sheets, pulsing with every noise. You clenched your jaw. Tried to turn away. You even pressed a pillow to your ear at one point—but your imagination filled in what your ears couldn’t.

You lasted maybe five minutes.

One hand slid beneath your waistband, trembling. You gritted your teeth as your fingers curled around your cock, already slick with precum. Every little stroke felt wrong—like you were eavesdropping on something sacred. But it also felt impossible to stop.

You came fast. Too fast. Shamefully fast.

Right as Eunchae let out a high, giggling moan that sent your brain spiraling.

You came with your fist over your mouth, your hips jerking, your whole body flushed with guilt and heat and need.

And when it was over, you stared at the ceiling, breathing hard.

There was a quiet laugh on the other side of the wall. You couldn’t tell if it was Eunchae or Sakura.

But it felt like someone knew.

By the fourth night, you couldn’t take it anymore.

You were lying in bed, sheets bunched around your waist, just trying to finish your damn math assignment—and there it was again. A soft thumping. A whining moan. The sound of something dragging along the wall. Then a voice:

“...Mmm, I can smell him again…”

Your heart stopped.

“I told you he was cute,” another voice whispered, sultry and amused.

“Do you think he’s awake?” someone purred.

You froze. You didn’t want to be, but now you were rock hard. And a little scared.

Were they talking about you?

You got out of bed and, after a moment of debate, tiptoed to the hallway. The unit next to yours was #505. Your trembling fist hovered over the door.

You knocked.

A pause.

Then, the door creaked open.

Standing there was a girl. Short pink hair, twitching ears poking out from the top of her head. A tail—yes, a literal tail—wrapped around her thigh. She blinked at you, huge eyes gleaming gold in the dim light.

“…Hi?” you managed.

She sniffed.

Her eyes widened. “You’re the neighbor.”

“Uh. Yeah. I… I just wanted to say—”

“You smell nice.”

“…Thanks?”

Before you could react, she reached out, grabbed a fistful of your hoodie, and yanked you into the apartment.

You stumbled in and were instantly hit by a wave of warmth, the scent of incense, and—catgirls. Catgirls everywhere.

On the couch, a tall one with long dark hair (and equally long legs) was sprawled upside down, reading a book with her tail flicking lazily in the air.

Another sat at the kitchen counter, licking what looked like whipped cream off her fingers while purring to herself.

Two more were tangled up on a giant floor cushion, play-fighting and making questionable noises.

“…Who’s this?” the one on the couch asked, raising an eyebrow.

“He’s the one we’ve been hearing,” the pink-haired one chirped. “His scent’s been all over the wall.”

You stood there, dumbfounded. “…Is this, like, a cosplay thing? Are you guys part of a… club or something?”

The tall one snorted. “You think these are fake?”

She swished her tail and flicked her ears.

You blinked.

“…You’re real.”

“Duh.”

The pink-haired one tugged you by the sleeve, grinning. “I’m Eunchae. You live next door. And you’ve been jerking off thinking about us, haven’t you?”

You choked. “What?! No—I mean, I—what?!”

“You moan louder than we do,” said the one with whipped cream on her fingers, grinning. “I’m Yunjin, by the way. Welcome to our den.”

Your face was on fire. “I have not moaned—”

“Last night. Ten forty-two PM,” Eunchae said. “You were panting...”

“Wha-what?!”

“Dunno. But it wasn’t my hand doing it, so I got mad.”

“Pfft,” the long-haired one scoffed. “You’re so horny all the time.”

“Shut up, Chaewon-unnie!”

You had never been more confused. Or aroused. Or terrified.

And yet… you didn’t leave.

Not right away.

You stood there in the middle of their living room, flushed and breathless, surrounded by five cat-like silhouettes in the dim light. Their eyes glowed faintly. Their tails swayed behind them in slow, deliberate arcs.

The air still buzzed with heat—not from the act, but the temptation. The tension was suffocating.

But no one touched you.

No one pulled you in.

Instead, they just watched.

Eunchae had that same sly grin as before, one finger twirling around the end of her tail. Sakura leaned against the counter, arms crossed, still flushed from earlier teasing. Kazuha stood tall, calm, but you could tell her breathing hadn’t settled yet. Yunjin was behind you somewhere, too close, her warmth against your back like a brand.

And Chaewon…

Chaewon stood right in front of you.

She tilted her head.

“You’re hard,” she said flatly, almost amused.

Your cheeks burned. You moved to cover yourself, but she stepped aside—graceful, teasing, giving you just enough room to pass.

You hesitated.

Yunjin’s voice came from behind you, low and husky:

“Don’t jerk off this week.”

You froze.

Eunchae giggled. “We heard you last time.”

Your ears went hot. Your fingers twitched against the doorknob.

Chaewon leaned a little closer, her voice quiet, firm, final.

“You don’t need to do that anymore. We meant what we said.”

You looked at them—all five of them. Their expressions weren’t cruel. Just sure. Like they knew exactly how much space to give you before you came crawling back on your own.

You opened the door. Stepped out into the hallway.

You didn’t say goodnight.

You didn’t sleep either.

That weekend, you stayed up late. Again.

And at around 11:00 PM, you heard it. The soft tap on your window.

You turned slowly. Outside, perched catlike on your balcony railing, was Yunjin. Naked. Except for a hoodie. Your hoodie.

She slid the door open like it wasn’t even locked.

“…Hey, neighbor.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wha—how did you—what are you doing?”

“I got bored.” She strolled in like she owned the place, her tail swishing behind her. “Couldn’t sleep. Thought you might need help… with something.”

You backed up until your legs hit the bed. “Help with…?”

Yunjin smirked and knelt on the bed between your legs. She pulled your sweatpants down with one smooth motion.

“You smell so good when you’re turned on…”

Her tongue flicked out, catlike, teasing the tip of your cock.

“Y-Yunjin—”

“You can say no,” she purred. “But your cock’s already begging for me.”

She wrapped her lips around you, slow and steady. Her tail curled around your thigh. You groaned, hands trembling as they gripped the sheets.

She sucked with skill—gentle pressure, wicked tongue, taking you inch by inch until her throat clenched around you.

You could barely breathe.

But then—

Click.

The door opened.

“…Yunjin,” came Chaewon’s voice. Flat. Dangerous. “What the fuck.”

Yunjin pulled off your cock with a pop, licking her lips. “Oops.”

“I called dibs,” Chaewon growled, stalking over. “You always do this—”

“You were too slow,” Yunjin said smugly, leaning back against you.

“I don’t care.” Chaewon shoved her aside and pushed you back down. “I’m next.”

Yunjin rolled her eyes. “Fine. But he’s not gonna last with you.”

“I don’t need him to,” Chaewon whispered, lowering herself onto your cock in one slow, hot, dripping movement. “He’ll last when I say so.”

You gasped—she was so tight, her warmth clenching around you, her claws digging into your chest.

“You like this, huh?” she said in your ear. “Being used. Being fucked by a needy cat in heat.”

You tried to answer—tried to form a word—but all that came out was a strangled moan. Her walls squeezed around you like a vice. Her rhythm was agonizingly slow. Deliberate. Each downward push sank you deeper, and every upward grind left you dizzy with need.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, “Chaewon—”

“I didn’t say you could speak,” she snapped, suddenly pinning your wrists above your head. “Kittens stay quiet unless they’re begging.”

“K-Kitten—?” you choked out, and she smirked.

“You’re mine tonight. Got it?” Her tail flicked behind her, sharp and dangerous like a whip. “And if I ever hear you moaning for Yunjin again…”

“I’ll share him with you later,” Yunjin sighed from her spot on your desk chair, her long legs crossed and her hoodie slipping down one bare shoulder. “For now, just don’t break him. I wanna see his face when he cums.”

“Oh, I’m gonna break him,” Chaewon purred. “Slowly.”

Her hips started moving faster—grinding into you in short, forceful thrusts that sent wet slaps echoing through your tiny apartment. Her claws gently scratched your chest, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave faint red lines. Her ears twitched every time you whimpered.

“You’re twitching already,” she whispered, dragging her tongue up the side of your throat. “Don’t you dare cum yet. Not until I tell you.”

You could barely think straight. Her tightness, her weight, her scent—musky and sweet—was overwhelming. It clouded your mind. Made you want to give in. Made you want to mark her. To fuck her until her smug little smirk turned into desperate cries.

Then she did something dangerous.

Her tail wrapped around your thigh. Slowly slid inward. And curled around your cock at the base—pressing right where your length met her heat.

“C-Chaewon—!”

“You like my tail?” she asked sweetly, her hips rocking faster now, grinding your tip right against that spongy spot inside her that made her eyes roll back. “I trained it just for this. Just for you.”

You couldn’t hold back. Your hands flew to her hips, gripping her so tightly she gasped.

“Ohh, now he wants to take charge?” she teased, letting you push her down harder, deeper, faster.

“Chaewon,” you gasped. “I—I’m gonna—”

“No,” she growled, slamming her hips down once, hard. “You wait.”

She clenched around you. Her tail tightened.

“Beg for it.”

You couldn’t help it.

“Please… please let me cum—fuck—Chaewon, please—”

The second you said her name like that, she lost it.

She leaned down, eyes gleaming gold, and kissed you hard. Tongue first. Hot. Messy. Possessive. Her thighs trembled as she cried out into your mouth.

“Cum in me,” she moaned, voice high and needy. “Now. Now. Fill me—make me your cat—fuck—!”

You groaned, hips jerking up as you spilled inside her. She slammed down one more time, grinding her clit against you as she came with a sharp, broken cry.

Her entire body shivered. Her tail spasmed against your thigh.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. Just panting. Sweaty. Twitching from aftershocks.

Then—

“Oh my god,” Eunchae’s voice piped up from the open doorway, breathless. “You didn’t wait for me?!”

You and Chaewon both turned, dazed.

Eunchae stomped in wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt, her ears flat with indignation.

“I wanted to go next!”

Yunjin snorted. “Told you it wouldn’t take long.”

Chaewon sighed and slid off you, panting. “He’s still hard. You can have your turn.”

Eunchae’s face lit up.

“Ohhh~! My turn my turn my turn~!”

She was already climbing into bed before your head even cleared. Her tail flicked excitedly, her eyes shining with mischief.

“But,” she purred, crawling over you, “if I feel even a little bit left out…”

She leaned down and whispered against your lips.

“I’m gonna scratch so deep you’ll be bleeding all week.”

Eunchae’s hips straddled yours like she was claiming her throne.

Her oversized shirt slid up just enough to reveal a flash of pink panties—and the flick of her twitching tail. Her pupils were blown wide, her breath shallow, and her grin?

Downright feral.

“You came already?” she cooed, trailing her nails down your chest as her eyes locked on your still-hard cock. “But you didn’t wait for me, oppa… That’s mean.”

She leaned down until her nose was brushing yours.

“So now you have to make it up to me,” she whispered. “And you better pet me right.”

Her nails scraped your jaw. Then her fingers reached down, curling around your length—still slick and throbbing from Chaewon’s heat.

“Mmm~ You’re still twitching.” She gave it a slow, tight stroke. “You came so deep in her, but your cock still wants more… Am I not enough? Huh?”

“Eunchae—fuck—” you groaned, hips bucking into her fist.

“Oh? What’s that?” Her voice dipped low. Her other hand slipped between her legs, pushing her panties aside to reveal soaked folds already glistening. “You’re hard for me now?”

She didn’t wait. She lined herself up and dropped.

You both gasped.

“Oh my goddd—” she whined, trembling, her hands clenching against your chest as you filled her inch by inch. “You’re so big—f-fuck—wait—”

You gripped her hips to steady her. She was so tight, snug in a way that made your vision blur.

“You came in her just now,” she whimpered. “I can feel it inside me… I’m gonna mix it, okay? I’m gonna ride you till your cum becomes mine.”

Then she started moving.

Chaewon, still dazed and panting next to you, blinked at the sight. “She didn’t even ask. God, you’re such a spoiled kitten.”

Eunchae just smirked over her shoulder. “Jealous I ride better?”

Her rhythm was frantic from the start—needy, fast, grinding her clit down with every bounce. Her claws dug into your chest, hard enough to sting.

“You’re gonna cum in me next, right?” she panted. “Right? Say it.”

You grabbed her by the waist, slammed up into her, and she squealed.

“You want it so bad?” you growled, fucking up into her faster, harder. “You’re dripping all over me. You’re shaking. Just say it.”

“Y-Yes—yes—oppa please—breed me—fill me up—I need it—I need it—!”

From across the room, a soft gasp echoed.

You turned your head.

Standing by the open door—dressed in silk shorts, hair messy from sleep—was Sakura.

Her cheeks were flushed. Her thighs pressed together.

“I… I was just checking the noise,” she mumbled.

But she didn’t leave.

She stayed. Watched. Bit her lip.

Eunchae noticed too.

“Ohhh~ Are you getting wet watching us, unnie?” she purred between gasps. “You wanna ride him next? Or should I let him eat you out while I sit on his cock again?”

“I—!” Sakura blushed deeper, eyes fixed on where you and Eunchae were messily joined. “You’re insane…”

“Jealous,” Eunchae replied smugly, grinding her hips down until she was trembling. “Say it. Say you wish you were me.”

Sakura’s breath hitched. “...I wish I was you.”

Then—

“Move,” came a flat voice from the corner.

You all turned.

It was Kazuha. Standing near your closet. Wearing your shirt. One of your boxers underneath. Her ears were pinned low. Her eyes? Dangerous.

“You’ve all been fucking him without me,” she said quietly.

You froze. “Wait—how long have you—?”

She stepped closer. Calm. Controlled. But every inch of her radiated heat.

“I’ve been watching since the first night.” Her tail twitched. “When you moaned into your pillow. When you came thinking about us. I smell everything, remember?”

Eunchae slowed down, panting hard. “Zuha…”

Kazuha ignored her.

She walked to the bed, gripped Eunchae by the waist, and lifted her off your cock with shocking strength.

Eunchae gasped, legs trembling. “H-Hey!”

“Your turn’s over.”

And before you could even blink, Kazuha straddled you—silent, graceful, deadly.

Then she sank down.

All the way.

No teasing.

No games.

Just a single, slow thrust that made your eyes roll back.

“…You feel even better than I imagined,” she whispered. “So warm. So full.”

You couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.

Eunchae was whining on the floor. Sakura had crept to the edge of the bed, thighs clenched together.

Kazuha rocked her hips once.

Twice.

Then she leaned in, lips brushing yours.

“Let’s see how many times we can make you cum before the others beg to join.”

Kazuha rode you in perfect silence.

Every rise and fall of her hips was precise. Deliberate. Each slow roll dragged your cock deeper into her tight, wet heat. She didn't moan. She didn’t whimper. She just stared down at you with glowing, hungry eyes—like she was memorizing every twitch of your face.

“I waited,” she murmured, her voice low, dangerous. “Watched you play with the others. Touched myself while you groaned Chaewon’s name. And now…?”

She clenched.

Hard.

You gasped.

“Now you’re mine.”

“Zuha—fuck—” You grabbed her hips, fingers digging into her soft skin. Her walls were like velvet wrapped around steel. You were so close already—too close—

And then a pair of soft hands touched your chest.

“I wanna taste,” came Sakura’s soft voice, almost a whimper.

You turned your head.

She’d finally climbed onto the bed—knees tucked under her, wearing nothing but a sheer lace bralette and silk panties that were soaked through. Her tail curled shyly behind her. Her pupils were blown wide with heat.

“Can I?” she asked. “Can I taste him while she rides you?”

Kazuha didn't even pause.

“Do it.”

Sakura crawled over, cheeks burning, and dipped her head down.

And then you felt it.

Her tongue—soft, shy, kitten-like—licking the trail of cum dripping from your base, licking along your balls, up the edge of Kazuha’s slick folds where she’d slammed down to the hilt.

Her lips closed around your base while Kazuha ground down harder.

The stimulation was insane.

“F-Fuck—Sakura, I-I’m gonna—!”

But before you could finish the sentence—

A weight shifted at the edge of the bed.

You blinked—and there she was.

Yunjin. Crawled up from the corner like a panther. Hair messy. Top gone. Her breasts rising and falling with every heated breath.

Half-naked. Eyes wild.

And completely unamused.

“You bitches think you can have him all for yourselves?!”

Eunchae, still on the floor, panting and covered in hickeys, giggled. “Told you he wouldn’t last.”

“I’m gonna break him,” Yunjin growled, storming in. “Get the fuck off, Zuha—move.”

Kazuha didn’t flinch. “Wait your turn.”

Yunjin climbed onto the bed like a lioness on the hunt. Her hair was a wild mess, her tail lashing back and forth like a whip. Her chest heaved with every breath.

“You think I’m waiting now?” she snapped. “I’ve been soaked since Chaewon pinned him. I’m in heat. I can smell it on all of you. It’s in the sheets. The air. His skin.”

Then her eyes dropped to your cock—still inside Kazuha.

And pumping cum out with every bounce.

Yunjin's breath hitched.

“God… he’s still hard?” Her voice cracked. “How the fuck are you still hard?”

“I-I don’t—fuck—know—!”

Sakura, still licking you while Zuha rode you, smiled. “He likes when we fight over him…”

Yunjin pounced.

She didn’t wait. She forced Sakura back with a kiss—tongue-first and filthy—before grabbing your face and kissing you even harder. Her body was burning up. She was purring against your lips.

“Get ready,” she whispered. “When it’s my turn, you’re not getting a break. You’re gonna fuck me till I can’t stand.”

Kazuha came with a strangled cry—back arched, thighs shaking. She clenched around you so hard it was like she was trying to milk the cum out of you.

And you gave in.

You came again.

Deep, hot spurts that filled Kazuha to the brim.

She slumped forward onto your chest, panting.

“Still… not done…” she murmured.

But Yunjin was already pulling her off you.

“Fucking move.”

Your cock slid out of Kazuha with a wet, obscene sound, coated in slick and cum.

Yunjin stared at it like it was the last drink of water in the desert.

“Ohh, baby,” she moaned. “Look how messy you are already… You gonna make me messy too?”

You couldn’t even answer before she slammed down on your cock—no teasing, no prep, just heat and desperation.

“Yunjin—fuck—!”

She rode you like she was trying to erase every girl who came before her. Her thighs slammed into yours, her breasts bouncing wildly, sweat dripping from her temples. Her claws raked your chest and shoulders, leaving hot red marks.

“You belong to me now,” she growled. “You’ll remember my name. Not Chaewon’s. Not Eunchae’s. Mine.”

You couldn’t last. Your body was shaking. Overstimulated. Drenched in sex and heat and the overpowering scent of five heat-crazed catgirls.

Chaewon reappeared at your side—naked again, lazily stroking herself as she watched you get ruined.

“Think he can go one more round?”

Eunchae crawled back into bed, planting kisses down your neck. “Mmm… I want him while he’s twitching. He gets cuter.”

Kazuha just curled against your other side, purring.

Yunjin moved with a feverish desperation. Her hips slammed down onto you like she was trying to take everything—all your cum, all your attention. Her fingers dug into your chest, claws scraping with each intense, needy thrust.

You barely had time to recover from Kazuha’s tight grip before Yunjin began to bounce—hard and fast.

“Did you think they were the only ones who would claim you?” she growled, lips brushing your ear. “You’re mine now. I’m taking what I want. And I don’t care who gets in my way.”

Her hips snapped against yours, making a wet, obscene sound that filled the room with every thrust. Your cock buried deep inside her, and you felt every tight squeeze, every wave of heat. She was so tight—it felt like she was milking you dry, dragging you into her rhythm until you thought you might explode.

“Yunjin—fuck—I can’t—”

“Can’t what?” she taunted, her voice dripping with need. “Can’t handle me? You’re going to have to. I’m not letting you go till I get everything.”

Her claws scored your skin again, but this time it was more forceful. Her eyes flashed wild, her face twisted in pure lust. She was so fucking dominant.

And she wasn’t the only one.

As Yunjin continued to ride you, you felt something soft and wet against your neck. A familiar, teasing tongue. It was Sakura, who had silently snuck up behind you. Her body pressed against your back, her breath hot against your skin.

“I’ve waited patiently,” Sakura whispered, almost too softly. But you felt her hands grabbing your shoulders, pulling you back to face her. She kissed you with all the gentleness of someone who had been holding herself back for too long.

“I’ve been watching,” she confessed against your lips. “Watching them claim you, while I’ve been so fucking desperate to touch you.”

You groaned into her mouth as she slipped her tongue inside, deepening the kiss. She didn’t stop there. Her hands wandered down your chest, brushing over your stomach before slipping into your boxers and wrapping around your cock—the one still buried deep inside Yunjin.

“Fucking perfect,” Sakura breathed. “I’m going to make you cum so hard, you won’t even know which hole to fill.”

Her pace was fast and eager as she stroked you, her lips never leaving yours.

But the pressure of the situation grew. It was too much. You were so overstimulated already, and every girl had a way of pushing you to the edge and keeping you there. The scent of their heat, the sounds of their breathing, the way their bodies moved with animalistic desperation—it was overwhelming.

You felt Eunchae’s hands on your legs, spreading them open wider. Her lips trailed down to your inner thighs, leaving wet kisses that burned hotter with each touch.

“You’re so sensitive now, oppa,” she whispered, her voice full of mischief. “I wonder how much longer you can last. Maybe I’ll make you cum just from my kisses…”

She kissed the inside of your thigh, and you jerked against her, already on the edge of breaking.

But Eunchae had no intention of stopping. Her mouth moved closer, closer, until she licked a slow stripe from your balls all the way up to your cock.

“Oh god—Eunchae—”

Her lips wrapped around your tip, and you felt a surge of heat flood your chest. She sucked with intense pressure, using her tongue to tease the underside of your cock in slow, teasing motions.

“Ohh—fuck—you’re going to make me cum so fast—”

You didn’t have time to breathe before Kazuha—who had been content to watch from the side—grabbed your hand and dragged you back to her. Her eyes were hungry, demanding, and she wasn’t going to wait for you to come up for air.

“You’re not ignoring me again, are you?” she purred. “We’re going to share this.”

And without warning, she kissed you—hard. Her tongue explored your mouth as she kissed you deeply, her body pressing down on you again. Her fingers gripped your wrist, guiding your hand to her slick, dripping pussy.

“Touch me.” Her voice was soft, but there was a command behind it. And you obeyed.

You slid a finger into her—slippery and warm—and she moaned against your lips. Her hips ground against your hand, desperate for the same kind of release she had seen from the others.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “So deep. Just like that.”

It wasn’t long before the heat in the room intensified even further. The catgirls were starting to melt into each other—skin slick with sweat, breaths heavy and erratic. The air thick with the scent of their arousal. And you were caught right in the middle of it all, being pulled in every direction at once.

You were so close to breaking, so close to giving in entirely. You couldn’t decide who to focus on. They all wanted you. Needed you.

But then you felt Yunjin’s hot breath in your ear. Her hips still grinding against you, making that maddening friction between you both.

“You’re gonna give me all of it,” she demanded. “All of it.”

And that was it. The pressure was too much.

You let go.

You came hard.

And the room erupted into chaos.

Sakura was the first to push you onto the bed completely, straddling your face, her body dripping with anticipation.

“Lick. Now,” she hissed, grinding her pussy against your mouth.

Kazuha and Eunchae moved around, claiming your other limbs. Kazuha bit your shoulder, marking you as hers while Eunchae wrapped her tail around your neck, pulling you into her as she panted into your ear.

And all you could do was give in to their demands—over and over again. The heat, the pressure, the insatiable hunger of the Le Sserafim catgirls, all demanding their turn.

Your body collapsed against the bed like a ragdoll.

Sweat clung to every inch of your skin. Your chest rose and fell in ragged gasps, twitching with the aftershocks of yet another intense orgasm. Your cock throbbed — spent but still hard, twitching from pure overstimulation.

You didn’t even realize they had flipped you over until your legs were lifted — not by hands, but by soft, coiling tails.

Yunjin’s tail hooked under one thigh. Eunchae’s curled around the other. Sakura’s and Kazuha’s looped under your arms and chest, holding you up like a sacrificial offering.

You were too weak to resist.

Your body was suspended, helpless, every muscle trembling. And your cock—still slick with a mixture of cum and spit—stood upright, twitching in the open air.

Chaewon leaned over first, dragging her tongue up your shaft with a low, hungry moan.

“Mmm,” she purred, voice sultry. “He still tastes like Yunjin.”

“And Kazuha,” Sakura added, her lips already planting kisses along your inner thigh. “And Eunchae. And…”

She paused. Her pink tongue slid across the head of your cock in a slow, teasing swirl.

“…Me.”

You gasped.

Your hips tried to jerk, but the tails held you perfectly still.

“Poor baby,” Kazuha murmured. “He’s shaking.”

Eunchae crouched down next, her tongue flicking across your balls. “He’s twitching too. I think he’s still sensitive…”

“Good,” Yunjin growled. “He needs to learn what happens when you make all of us go into heat.”

And then — all at once — three mouths descended on you.

Chaewon’s lips wrapped around your tip, slow and methodical, her tongue swirling as she sucked softly. Eunchae licked underneath, tracing your shaft from the base up with kittenish strokes. And Sakura kissed along the side, purring the whole time, her tail tightening slightly around your chest in delight.

It was too much.

The sensation of multiple tongues—soft, warm, wet—lapping at you from every direction made your whole body convulse. You could barely breathe, barely think. Your head lolled back, groaning helplessly as the girls feasted on you like you were their favorite meal.

“You’re not allowed to cum yet,” Yunjin warned from behind. Her hand ran down your chest, claws tracing a light path down your stomach. “Not until everyone’s had a taste.”

Kazuha leaned in next. Her lips joined the others at your tip, sharing your cock with Chaewon like it was a lollipop.

“You’re so warm,” she whispered between licks. “So full of our scent…”

Chaewon moaned against your cock. “And there’s still so much of you left inside.”

Then she pulled off with a wet pop, only to kiss Sakura, open-mouthed, tongues meeting in a filthy exchange of taste and slick. They both moaned into each other.

“You two are insane…” you managed to whisper.

Yunjin grinned above you. “No, love. We’re in heat.”

Her tail tightened as she slid down to join them. Now four girls were on you—licking, sharing, purring. Their tongues lapped over each other as much as you. One girl would suck your tip while another licked underneath it. Then they’d switch. One would kiss your shaft while another kissed her.

It wasn’t just oral.

It was worship.

They weren’t just trying to make you cum again. They were tasting you, savoring you.

“His cum’s changing flavor,” Eunchae giggled, licking up a bead that had dripped down your shaft. “Sweeter now.”

“Let me—” Sakura cut in, tongue replacing hers. “Mmm… yeah. Sweeter.”

“You’re lucky we like sharing,” Kazuha whispered, dragging her tongue up your length with an agonizingly slow lick. “But next time? I might keep you to myself.”

Yunjin moaned, licking your slit. “No way in hell. We’re all addicted now.”

Your cock pulsed again, and your body tensed—right on the edge.

They knew it.

You felt Chaewon’s lips wrap around the tip one last time.

“Cum for us,” she whispered, her breath hot.

And your body exploded.

Cum spilled across Chaewon’s tongue, dripping out of her lips. She didn’t pull away—she shared it. Pulled Sakura in for a deep kiss, letting the taste linger between them.

Eunchae licked the rest off your shaft. Kazuha cleaned your balls with slow, loving strokes. Yunjin dragged her tongue across your abdomen where a drop had splattered.

And they all looked at you the same way.

Starving.

Satisfied.

The room was quiet now.

Heavy with heat, sure—but also something softer. The kind of silence that followed a storm, where every breath felt slower, deeper. The air still tingled with scent—sex, sweat, a faint trace of jasmine from Sakura’s shampoo—but it wasn’t chaotic anymore. It was… content.

You lay sprawled on the bed, entirely bare. Skin glowing, chest rising and falling slowly, lips parted in exhaustion. There were faint scratch marks across your sides. A few teeth marks on your neck. Your thighs were still twitching with aftershocks.

But you weren’t alone.

Kazuha curled up against one arm, her cheek on your shoulder. Sakura lay across your stomach, purring softly as she traced circles on your chest with one finger. Eunchae sat between your legs with her head resting on your thigh, half-asleep but still lazily playing with your now-soft cock. Yunjin was at your side, one leg thrown over yours, her lips pressed against your pulse point like she didn’t trust you not to disappear in your sleep.

And then there was Chaewon.

She was the last to move. She hadn’t been the loudest or the wildest, but now, in the quiet, she was the one who mattered most.

She shifted closer, her tail flicking behind her as she leaned on one elbow and looked at you.

“Hey,” she said softly.

You blinked up at her. “Yeah?”

Her eyes—sharp but warm—searched yours for a moment. Then she leaned in and kissed your cheek. Slow. Tender. It was different from everything else that had happened tonight.

Chaewon brushed your hair back with a gentle hand.

“You’re not just our heat toy, you know,” she whispered. “That’s not what this is.”

You swallowed. Your throat felt tight.

“I know…”

She smiled—just barely. But it was real.

“There’s no more secrets to hide, okay? You’ve seen everything now. All of us. What we are. What we want.”

Her hand rested on your chest, right over your heart.

“And what we want… is you.”

You opened your mouth, but she cut you off with a kiss—just a breath against your lips.

“You have five girlfriends now,” Chaewon whispered. “So you better start acting like it.”

Your breath hitched. “Girlfriends?”

“Yeah,” Yunjin murmured sleepily from beside you. “We voted.”

“Unanimous,” Sakura giggled, nuzzling into your chest.

“You’re ours,” Kazuha said. “No running. No hiding.”

Eunchae yawned, licking a fading mark on your hip. “And we’re not letting you sleep alone ever again.”

You looked around the room at all of them. Their tails tangled over the sheets. Their eyes glowing in the dim light. Their bodies pressed against yours like they couldn’t bear to be apart.

And you knew it was true.

You weren’t just some neighbor anymore.

You were theirs.

And maybe… maybe that was exactly where you wanted to be.

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Bill prefers a more hands-on approach when it comes to gaming.

cw: set between late 90s/early 2000s, fem!reader, r is not a #gamergirl for plot purposes, ooc to the max bc bill isn’t allowed within 50 feet of the opposite sex :P

Nailed to the wooden door, painted in bold, red letters, is a giant sign that reads ‘NO GIRLS ALLOWED’.

“You break a single thing in here, and I’ll call the cops, I swear to god.”

“Great, anything else?"

“Touch my comics, and you’re dead.”

The threat rolls off your shoulders as quickly as he said it.

It’s been like this ever since you walked through the front door.

After getting a call, at 2 a.m. might you add, Bill had been real adamant about you coming over; something about his usual visitors being 'too busy doing other stupid bullshit' and wanting to show off his mad skills at a new game he'd purchased.

Had you not been on the verge of falling back asleep, you would've called him on his shit and made him admit that he really just wanted to see you.

Regardless, and in hopes of putting an end to the semi-rantish call, you said yes.

Bill, having finally gone through his extensive rule list and coming close to having you sign a contract, unlocks the wooden door and pushes it open; the worn-out stairs squeak loudly as the two of you make your descent into the dark room.

As if it were second nature, he felt around in the air for a moment before yanking on a dangling cord. The only source of light reveals his magnum opus.

The basement was exactly as you pictured it.

Hanging on almost every wall that didn't have a giant bookshelf pushed in front of it, several shelves were bearing multiple miniature knick-knacks and large posters featuring what you assumed was every single sci-fi movie to have ever existed.

Towards one of the corners of the room was a beat-up table covered in a fictional map, surrounded by over a dozen mini figurines; a battle having clearly taken place the night before.

But what stuck out to you the most was that it was noticeably clean.

Y'know, for a guy.

Aside from the clutter of personal belongings that bordered on a novice level of hoarding, there was not a single speck of dust.

No crumpled papers, bits of plastic, fast food wrappers, or anything. You could be mistaken, but you’re almost positive he vacuumed, too; Hell, even the tiny waste basket shoved next to the couch was empty.

Was this all because you were coming over? Did he want to make a good impression?

The thought alone sends your guts aflutter with some bizarre version of flattery.

As your gaze flits all around the room, you feel a heat radiating from your host’s laser-focused gaze aimed directly at your face.

“What?”

“You look… different.”

Okay, so what if you actually put some effort into your appearance, doused yourself in your favorite perfume, and put on your nicest pair of jeans?

It’s not like you wanted to look somewhat decent for the guy you were maybe-kinda-sorta seeing or anything; even if said guy couldn’t give any less of a damn about how you looked.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrug nonchalantly, hoping he wouldn’t see through your thinly-veiled ruse, “I always look like this. Are you just now paying attention?”

God only knows the amount of ridicule the little weasel’d dogpile you with if he found out you got all ‘prettified’ just for him.

Plus, his ego would over-inflate to unprecedented levels and take out all mankind like a modern-day version of the meteor that ended the reign of dinosaurs.

Luckily, with one last eye flicker and a low, noncommittal ‘hm’ from the back of his throat, the brief subject is dropped.

Guess you both did some light primping.

He moves further into the room, not before throwing back a witty 'You should take a picture; it'll last longer.'.

“I can’t help it; it’s not every day my pookie bear lets me into his holy sanctum to play with his little toys.” You flutter your eyelashes at him, earning a disturbed sneer in return.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What? Pookie bear?” you feign innocence.

“Yes, that. Only pussywhipped normies use that cutesie crap and I refuse to subject myself to such standards.”

“Whatever you say, snookums.”

“I so loathe you.” Bill let out one last aggravating sigh before busying himself with the gaming system he’d mentioned over the phone.

As he connects a couple of wires to his TV, you awkwardly hang around for something more to do, settling on picking at a hang nail just to have something to busy your hands with.

The solution comes when you make eye contact with a nearby shelf, a couple of out-of-box action figures practically beckoning you over.

“Ooh! What if we each grabbed one and made them kiss and junk? Wouldn’t that be romantic?”

You snag a figure that had a very Baywatch David Hasselhoff-y vibe with puffier hair and a gun strapped to his hip and deepen your voice, holding it up close to Bill, “Listen to the chick, punk. She’s got the right idea.”

A certain lasso-handling heroine is also thrown into the mix as you adjust your tone to be more smooth and confident.

“I agree, Please help me declare my undying love for…” You pause for a moment in an attempt to recall the gunslinger’s name, “that guy.”

Bill scoffs 'unamusingly' at your childish display and (lightly) swats the hand holding the intergalactic smuggler away from his face, “Like Han Solo would ever be caught dead making out with a woman who wears her panties out in public to fight crime.”

“Pssh, He’d be lucky if Wonder Woman even glanced in his general direction.”

He pauses, “How do you know who Wonder Woman is?”

“Can’t tell you; it’ll take the mystery out of our relationship.” (You thumbed through a stack of comics when he wasn’t looking.) “Are you going to show me how to play or what?”

As if on cue, the TV’s noisy static blaring through the speakers smoothens out to a more upbeat and inviting tune, making way to display the psychedelic home screen of one Mario Kart 64.

You let out a delighted ‘oooo!’ before plopping down next to your kinda-sorta boyfriend on his circular carpet as he fiddles around with two controllers, ensuring that both are fully functional and cooperating.

Bill messes around with the game select screen, making sure to pick two players before moving on to the character select screen, the more exciting of the two.

There are eight options for you to choose from, ranging from a human plumber to... you want to say a punk dragon with a mohawk?

Before you can make a decision, you're given some unwarranted advice: "You can be peach, obviously."

“Are you saying that because I’m dainty and pretty like her?”

“Uh, no. She’s pink and the only girl.”

As appealing as that sounds, another character had already caught your eye. “Forget that. I want to be the green dino thingy.”

“Yoshi? Out of the question, I already chose him.”

“No way, I want him!”

“No, fuck off! I picked him first!”

“BILL, PLEASEEE!”

“Get off of me!”

———

After the two of you take the time to have a well-rounded and productive discussion ("STOP THROWING CUSIONS AT ME!"), you come to an agreement.

“Whatever, I wanted to be Toad anyway.” He eventually concedes.

A triumphant giggle bubbles past your lips, earning a heatless scowl from Bill, as the game finally, finally begins.

You watch as a quick runthrough of the track displays itself: a hilly, rainbow-y mess set deep in outer space; cartoon logics, who were you to argue.

As the countdown begins and the competitors rev up their engines, a previously forgotten problem makes its way to the forefront of your mind. “Wait- Bill- I don’t know the controls!”

“Can’t help you, gotta win.”

And the race is on!

As he moves freely around the map and plays out maneuvers only capable of being done by someone who already knew every trick in the game, all you managed to do was move forward a couple feet, change the camera angles, and then crash straight into a wall, where you remained until the end of the race as Bill, as expected, effortlessly places first.

To add insult to injury, right before crossing the finish line, one of the last remaining CPUs nails you with a projectile. "Oh, come on!"

He lets out a victorious and annoyingly mocking cackle as the rankings are given, placing you at dead last, right underneath a literal ape.

You jut your bottom lip out in disdain, “Does unfairly beating me make you feel good about yourself, Dickey?”

“It really does. Thanks for asking.”

"Jerk."

"It's not my fault you're so bad at this."

“I am trying my-“ a sudden warmth descends upon you as a pair of flannel-covered arms wrap themselves atop of your own, “-best.”

He’s initiating contact! holy shit, holy shit, don't make any sudden moves or he’ll get spooked. Oh my god!

Bill ‘hand-holding is for douchebags’ Dickey was willingly pulling a slightly less messy version of the pottery scene from Ghost; all in the name of showing you how to play a game meant for kids.

During all this overthinking, he's also pointing out each multi-colored button and its designated purpose.

So it's possible he doesn't consciously realize the very intimate hold he has on your right now.

Oh well, you'll take what you can get.

Is that aftershave you're smelling? Since when has he ever worn that?

“-button to perform slides on turns so you don’t lose any speed, but it’s a move for more advanced players, such as myself, and I doubt you’d be able to do it correctly.”

Wait, how long has he been talking for?

Any sound tumbling out of his mouth sounds exactly like it’s coming from one of the offscreen adults in Peanuts.

"You’re holding it wrong.”

You blink. “W-what other way is there? I don’t have three hands.”

“The controller's only meant to be held by the middle and right part.”

You nearly swallow your tongue as Bill maneuvers your hands, which were getting embarrassingly clammier by the second, into the correct position.

He then chooses another track, one that was covered in cows, and the countdown begins once again.

Except this time, once the little guy on the cloud makes it to one, instead of focusing on winning and jetting off to remain ahead of the other racers, his cart remains at a standstill next to yours. “Okay, press A to go.”

That should be easy enough to find!

One measly little A shouldn’t be an issue.

You stare down at the controller, and a beat of awkward silence hangs thickly in the air.

“Uh...”

Unseen by you, Bill rolls his eyes. “Are you new to the English language? You’re hopeless.”

He presses your thumb down, and by some odd miracle, Yoshi is finally moving forward, this time without hitting any barriers.

Like the world's most annoying teacher, he helps remind you again and again what button serves what purpose, all while keeping his hold on you.

While it initially flustered you, you started to get used to the added heat and focused on actually winning.

When he feels that you've finally got a grasp on the controls, he gives you full-reign of the controller and drops his arms; although, Bill doesn't seem to go too far, simply choosing to hang them loosely around your waist.

You don't think much of it, too preoccupied dodging a few cows whose life mission was to be run over.

"Stupid asshole," you murmur angrily under your breathe as a green plumber bumps into your kart and nearly sends you veering off course.

The race gets even more intense when you finally manage to catch up and riding the red plumber's ass for first.

"Throw it already, he's right fucking there!" Bill encourages, his grip tightening from excitement.

Your arm jerks to the right as if the movement will help Yoshi avoid a banana placed by the unfair CPU racer. "I'm trying, I'm trying!"

"Then throw the damn shell!"

"Stop backseat driving!"

With the checkered finish line in sight, you make the last ditch effort to twart your opponent and toss the green shell.

You both watch with bated breath as it hits the white fences along the sides like the world's most annoying pinball, inching closer and closer to its intended target before it finally makes a-

"Direct hit!"

At the absolute last second, Mario is sent toppling over like the giant tool he is, making a clear path for Yoshi, the ambitious little dinosaur, to take first place.

"I did it!" The wide grin on your face nearly splits your face in two as Yoshi lets out his victory... cheer?

You don't dwell too much on it.

Maneuvering yourself around and then tossing your arms around his neck, you relish in the small, dare you say, proud expression displayed on your boyfriend's face, "Did you see that?"

This time, you can see when he rolls his eyes, "Duh, I was right here."

"How does it feel to be dating someone with better gaming skills than you?"

"Please, I could've played better than that in my sleep."

"Is that a bet I hear, Mr. Dickey?" You twirl a lock of his auburn hair in between your fingers.

You're not sure exactly when it clicks, but the sudden realization of the extremely close proximity he's placed himself in brings an abrupt end to the light teasing between you two.

Bill's entire face turns a brilliantly bright cherry red as he scrambles back over to his side of the floor, accidently knocking you on your ass and stammering the whole way, “T-tell anyone about this and I-I’ll just say you were c-coming onto me.”

Initially, you thought that you accidentally overstepped your boundaries and caused him some grief, knowing how weird he is with physical contact, all of which is thrown out the window when he keeps glancing over at you.

You snicker, "Don't worry, I liked it too."

He sucks his teeth in what you took as dismissal, "whatever."

The tiny smile he's fighting so hard to stamp down says otherwise.

He quietly grabs his controller and returns to the map selection screen, scrolling through the submenus until he finally settles on one.

You take the silent hint and reach for yours, keeping your distance and refocusing on the screen.

As the two of you settle back in, Bill not-so-subtly scooches himself closer to you, tensing slightly when his leg makes contact.

Not wanting to ruin the moment, you just slump further into his side, leaning your head on his shoulder.

It takes every fiber in your body and then some to not squeal in pure ecstasy when he returns the small gesture by squishing his head on top of yours.

"YEAHHH, EAT SHIT!”

“WHEN DID YOU GET A RED SHELL?!”

extra:

"Hey, freak. Have you seen my sewing kit? I got a couple grudges to- what the hell?”

Jane watches in complete shock as the whirlwind formerly known as her brother frantically shoves pile after pile of trash into a large bag.

There’s a couple more just like it in terms of size piled up in the corner; right beside them is a discarded feather duster and a tangled-up vacuum cleaner.

"I didn't touch your shit," Bill calls over his shoulder, "can't you see I'm busy?"

“Since when do you clean?”

Her only answer is a grumbled 'mind your damn business' as her brother proceeds to dump last night's leftover campaign fuel into the overstuffed garbage bag in his tight grasp.

"Is it for a girl? It's a girl, isn't it?"

The younger Dickey takes a moment to soak in the fact that her brother, the selfish bastard that couldn’t bring himself to give a shit about other people, was actively making an effort to try and impress another human being and allowing them to step foot into his ‘nerd cave’.

You really can’t make this stuff up.

"Y'know,” she drawls after a moment of complete silence, an almost cat-like smirk stretching itself across her pale cheeks, “for a while there, I thought you weren't interested in girls."

"Oh, for the love of- GET OUT!"