NOTAKING
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Chapter 64
🕑 Added 2025-03-15 18:32:01 +0000 UTCTravis quickly turned Na-Yeon around, pressing her beneath him for a moment before getting up and shutting the door behind them. The air in the room was thick with tension, and he could still feel the lingering heat from their earlier encounter.
"You should at least take a shower. You're really sweaty," he said, stretching his arms before making his way to the bathroom. The sound of his steady stream echoed in the quiet space, and after finishing, he washed his hands and stepped back out.
Na-Yeon let out a deep sigh before heading into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She caught her reflection in the mirror and felt her face heat up.
'God, that was so cringe,’ she thought, pressing a hand to her cheek. But then, as her mind drifted, her embarrassment was quickly replaced by irritation. Her fingers tightened around the hem of her shirt before she pulled it over her head.
‘But can you blame me? How could he fuck Seong-Jin before me? That’s ridiculous! She got to have him first? Over me? No way. I’ll show him. I’ll make sure that tonight he won’t be getting a wink of sleep.’
A smirk curved her lips as she undid her bra and let it drop to the floor, her anticipation building as the hot water steamed up the room.
Meanwhile, in the main room, Travis carefully lifted Seong-Jin into his arms and placed her on the sofa. She shifted slightly, murmuring something incoherent before settling again. He draped a blanket over her, taking a moment to admire her peaceful expression.
'Damn… but why did Na-Yeon have to hit her with a beer bottle?' he thought, snickering under his breath. The whole thing was ridiculous, but at this point, he had come to expect Na-Yeon’s impulsive behavior.
Shaking his head, he walked over to the bed and sat down, exhaling deeply. He leaned back slightly, staring at the ceiling as he mentally prepared himself.
‘A virgin. Again.’
This would be the third in the series, and strangely enough, he found himself excited about it. After this, there would only be one more person left to worry about. And he already had a plan for her.
The sound of the bathroom door clicking open pulled him from his thoughts.
Na-Yeon stepped out, completely bare, her skin still damp and glistening under the dim light. Not even a towel—just confidence in every step as she closed the distance between them. Travis let his eyes roam over her, taking in every detail, and truthfully, he didn’t mind her lack of modesty one bit.
She climbed onto his lap, straddling him with ease. Her hands reached for his face, her fingers grazing his jaw before tilting his head up to meet her gaze. A slow, mischievous smile played on her lips.
‘I’ve been waiting for this day since last week,’ she thought.
Without hesitation, she crashed her lips against his, claiming him with a hunger that had been bottled up for far too long.
Na-Yeon’s lips moved against his with heated urgency, her fingers tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss. Travis let out a low hum, his hands instinctively sliding down her bare back, tracing the curve of her spine before gripping her hips. She shivered at his touch, pressing herself closer, the heat between them intensifying.
Her tongue teased against his lips, and he granted her access without hesitation, allowing her to explore him as her hips rocked against his lap. His grip on her tightened, fingers digging into her skin as he let himself get lost in the moment.
Na-Yeon let out a small moan, feeling the evidence of his arousal beneath her. The realization sent a rush of excitement through her, and she smirked against his lips before breaking the kiss.
“You’re already so hard for me,” she whispered, her voice sultry as she trailed kisses down his jawline, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin of his neck. A pleased sigh escaped him, and she grinned, satisfied with his reaction.
Travis slid his hands up, cupping her breasts, his thumbs grazing over her hardened peaks. She gasped, arching into his touch, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“You’ve been waiting for this, huh?” he murmured, his voice deep and teasing.
“You have no idea,” she breathed, rolling her hips against him again, earning a sharp inhale from him.
His hands roamed lower, gripping her thighs before flipping her onto the bed effortlessly. She let out a surprised gasp, but it quickly melted into a moan as his lips found her neck, his teeth grazing her skin before he trailed kisses downward.
Na-Yeon bit her lip, her heart pounding in anticipation.
'Finally... he's mine tonight,' she thought, her body already aching for what was to come.
He stepped closer, his body radiating warmth as he wrapped an arm around her, drawing her in. The heat between them intensified, an unspoken electricity crackling in the space where their bodies met. His fingers trailed along her bare skin, featherlight yet purposeful, before dipping lower. The moment he parted her pussy lips, a shudder rippled through her. Her slick arousal coated his fingertips, glistening under the dim light. He dragged them slowly along her folds, teasing, savoring the way her body responded to him.
A soft gasp escaped Na-Yeon’s lips, her breath hitching as their eyes met. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her gaze betraying a mix of anticipation and embarrassment. She wasn’t usually this shy—something about tonight felt different. Maybe it was the way he was looking at her, studying every little reaction, as if committing them to memory.
‘What’s that about?’ he wondered, smirking to himself before lowering onto his knees.
Leaning forward, he inhaled deeply, letting her scent envelop him. It was intoxicating—warm, musky, laced with a sweetness that made his pulse quicken. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he glanced up. Na-Yeon’s eyes were wide, fixed on him, her thighs quivering ever so slightly. The anticipation rolling off her only made him hungrier.
Without another thought, he pressed his mouth against her, letting the warmth of his lips contrast with the cool air around them. The reaction was immediate—a shiver ran up her spine, her fingers curling into fists. He spread her open further with both hands, his tongue making the first slow, deliberate stroke along her folds. The taste of her spread over his tongue—warm, slightly salty, the texture smooth yet just rough enough to hint that she had shaved recently.
He groaned into her, the vibrations sending a jolt straight through her core.
“Ahh... fuck,” she thought, struggling to stay still as her legs threatened to close around his head. “He hasn’t even done much, and I already feel like I’m gonna cum... What is this?”
He took his time, tracing the contours of her pussy with eager precision, exploring every inch as if discovering something sacred. When he found her clit, he wasted no time. Wrapping his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves, he sucked lightly, feeling the way her entire body tensed.
A sharp cry escaped her, followed by a drawn-out moan.
That was the encouragement he needed. His tongue flicked over her clit, slow at first, then faster, alternating between gentle strokes and firm licks. Each motion sent her closer to the edge, her wetness increasing, her thighs trembling against his shoulders.
He pulled back just enough to watch her, loving the way her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, the way she bit her lip, trying to hold back her moans but failing miserably.
Then, his tongue dipped lower.
Na-Yeon’s breath hitched as she felt him tease her entrance, his warm breath ghosting over her. A whimper left her lips as he pushed inside, tongue gliding into her tight heat. She gasped, hips bucking forward involuntarily, desperate for more.
“Ahhn... Mmmm... keep... doing that... Ahhh... OH GOD!”
He groaned at the way she clenched around him, his tongue delving in deeper before pulling out to circle her entrance, teasing her mercilessly. But he wasn’t done. Slowly, he replaced his tongue with his fingers, slipping one inside her, then two, curling them upward until—
“Ahhh—Travis!” she cried, her hands flying to his hair, pulling him closer as he found her G-spot.
His fingers pressed against it just right, rubbing in slow, deliberate strokes. With his free hand, he reached up, palming her breasts, rolling a nipple between his fingers. The dual sensations sent Na-Yeon spiraling toward release, her body trembling uncontrollably.
“I’m gonna cum!!!” she gasped, her voice breaking as pleasure coiled tightly inside her.
And then—
Nothing.
His fingers stilled. His mouth withdrew. His touch disappeared completely.
Her breath caught in her throat, her body frozen mid-release, the unbearable ache of denied pleasure making her whimper in frustration. She looked down at him, eyes wide with disbelief.
Travis licked his lips, tasting the remnants of her arousal, and smirked.
‘I fuckin’ love doing that,’ he thought, watching as Na-Yeon squirmed, her body still tingling with unfulfilled desire.
She glared at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her entire body burning. “You… you asshole,” she panted, voice trembling.
He only chuckled, leaning back on his heels, enjoying every second of watching her struggle.
“Patience,” he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. “We’re just getting started.”
TO BE CONTINUED 
