Shots

“Saki, babe, hold on–” You’re cut off by a shove, sending you crashing down onto the couch. The soft foam cushions your fall, your weight sinking into the dark cotton. You never even had the moment to stabilize yourself before she’s swinging her legs on top of you, trapping you in between her and the sofa. “Let’s just put the bottle down–” 

“But it’s so good–” She slurs, this dopey grin on her lips as she takes another swig of the bottle in her hands, purple, sweet, and troublesome. You swear that bottle was full a minute ago. She lets out a refreshed gasp, before she starts to sway her head to the beat of the music outside the door. “You should take a shot.”

She goes in for another sip before her lips crash against yours, her free hand tangles in your hair, tugging you deeper into her mouth. Your hands find her hips on instinct, smelling the alcohol projecting off her like perfume, before it invades your mouth, tasting it on her lips as she feeds you a shot of booze.

You try to fight back against her, but another tug of your hair stills you from any form of retort. Her tongue coaxes your mouth open, deepening the kiss, and you get a hit of berries, vodka, and saliva flooding your tongue.

Her head tilts, insistent on swapping spit alongside the liquor, rolling it off her tongue and into yours as you swallow it all in one gulp. It’s dripping off her chin when she pulls away, and she cleans it with a swipe of her tongue.

“Y'know, that other game looked pretty fun earlier.” She draws it out, resting the bottle on your chest. You watch as she flares her (your) jacket off her shoulders, sliding down her arms and letting it pool around your legs. You immediately dart down to her chest, the white crop top sticking to her breasts even as she stretches upward.

“I don’t think we should be doing this here.” You attempt to dissuade her from what she’s planning by grabbing the bottle by the neck. “Someone could come in–”

“Only Chae has the keys.” She cuts you off, taking the bottle out of your hands with surprising strength. “Besides, everyone’s enjoying the party downstairs.”

She angles the bottle downward, letting a small drop dribble past its tip and onto her collarbone, gasping at the first contact on her skin. The liquid trickles down to her chest, staining her top.

“Is this how they did it?” She asks, pouring more, letting it spill and disappear into her cleavage. She gives a tiny little tug at the neckline of her clothing, showing enough to make your cock twitch. “Oh, someone wants to play.”

You let out a curse as she shifts in your lap, every grind of her hips sending jolts of pleasure straight to your cock, straining your pants.

“I liked that top.” You try to focus elsewhere, on anything else that wasn’t her ass on your lap, but the stains get darker, seeping deeper into the fabric, her entire damn chest damp with the alcohol.

“You always ruin this one.” She smirks, pulling it down over her breasts, letting you know that she didn’t wear a bra tonight, bunching the cloth up over her hips. “Remember the last time?”

“Uh-huh.” You’ve blanked out—now entirely focused on the chest, glistening in booze, making them even more delicious than they already were. Her nipples were swollen, and you can’t help but lick your lips at the view you’ll never get tired of.

“Come on,” Her hands cradle your cheeks, tilting your head upwards to meet her eyes. “Consider it a reward for passing the exams.”

“For you or for me?” She answers you with a push of her chest, making sure that your mouth lands right on one of her tits.

It’s amazing how much better she tastes when liquor’s mixed in, though that might be the alcohol talking as you suckle on the hard nub for a moment before you lick the liquid clinging to her skin. Your hands wrap around her frame, reeling her in to enjoy the treat she’s given you.

You’re everywhere the drink went; Starting from one of her tits, wrapping your lips around the bud to give it a suck before pulling off with a pop, moving to her neglected peak and doing the same. You go through all the directions, lapping up every drop of vodka and sweat on her, chasing it before it falls down to soak her bunched up top any further.

She doesn’t help out at all. Letting out these breathy moans, pressing you closer to her with tugs of your locks, to direct you to where she wants you next. Her cleavage, her collarbone, her neck. Her hips never stop rolling on your lap, never giving you a reprieve from her.

You can’t talk, not when you’re too busy getting drunk on her to do anything about it. You venture upwards, giving her neck a quick suck, making sure to leave a hickey. You can hear her trying not to laugh, giving you a quick slap on the shoulder. You blow air through your nose, chuckling as she moves you back into her breasts.

“Ass.”

“You love it.” You murmur against her nipple, wrapping your lips around her, flicking your tongue up, down, left, right. A hard suckle and a bite of her teat makes her moan all the more louder.

“Milk’s not gonna come out baby.” She giggles as you suck harder, greedier, deepening the suction. “Not unless you fill me up.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Drool leaks from your chin. “Breed me right here,” Your cock throbs. “Make me go back outside full of your cum.”

“Last time this happened, we almost got caught.” You pull away from her, already missing her in your mouth. “You wanna push it again?”

“We aren’t doing it in a bathroom are we?” She gulps down the last of its contents, dropping it down next to you. She’s already fumbling around your pants, unbuttoning them. “We can make it quick, come on–”

Now that you found out that she was a horny drunk, you are never letting her near alcohol again. Not unless it was a private affair, where you’re sure as shit gonna enjoy every second of it. Like what’s happening right now.

You were about to push her off you, grab a hold on the waistband of her shorts and yank them down until you hear the door make an audible click.

“Saki, where the hell have you been–” The door opens, Chaewon bursting through the door, before she freezes at the sight of you two.

Oh fuck.