Sandwich (Wendy - Red Velvet)

At first you thought it was a dream, but watching the female idol you saw perform mere hours ago giving you head in your room, you admit to yourself you were attracted to them.

Despite being a staff member for a music show you never really paid attention to the idols. Perhaps you were numbed by the beauty of each group every single week, or that you didn’t want to get fired from your job a fourth time; your mind was on autopilot, leading the groups in-and-out of the studio, setting up inexplicably large stage props, and making sure each episode proceeded without any fuss.

As the week’s episode drew to a close and the winner was performing their encore, you and a few other staff were rushing to get the remaining groups back to their dressing rooms as quickly as possible. Your inattention caused you to bump into the shoulder of a brown haired woman, prompting a shriek as she fell onto the ground.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry,” you blurt in a state of shock.

“No worries, I’ll be okay,” the woman responds as she slowly rises up, her members assisting her.

Your conscience clearly felt guilty about it, especially upon seeing the ice-cold stare from who you presumed was the group’s leader, a woman older than the one you just crashed into. Regardless, you had no time to feel regret as you had to attend to the other groups also. 

Around the twentieth hour (8:00 p.m.), you finally had an opportunity to relax as the studio began to close until the following week. You felt your stomach grumble; you had not eaten a full meal since sunrise, and the best thing you could find between rounds of work were some chocolate bars from the vending machine. The studio offered sandwiches to all the employees; it might not seem like much, but it might as well have been all-you-can-eat with how much labor you’ve been doing on a mostly empty belly.

As you munch down on your presumably eighth sandwich, you felt a rough patch cling to your tongue. You find what appears to be an extremely thin sheet of paper, and you pull it out of your mouth, to the curiosity of the co-worker eating against you. The paper contained what appeared to be an arrangement of ten digits, but with no name attached to it.

“Why does my sandwich have a paper with code written on it?” you wonder audibly.

“It might be your lucky day today,” the co-worker answers.

“If I ring this, does it give me a million dollars or something?” you jokingly ask.

“Idols tend to place their numbers in sandwiches,” your co-worker replies. “If you get lucky, they might be looking for someone to date, or something else, if you know what I mean.”

You knew that idols dating was looked down upon by the community, but you couldn’t care any less. The idea of them hiding phone numbers in sandwiches felt more in line with spy thrillers, and you initially brushed it off as a joke as you finished eating and went home. As you settled in, your curiosity got the better of you. Maybe it was set-up by a prank channel, maybe you could have actually won a million dollars, like you jokingly remarked. The answer couldn’t wait any longer. You typed out the numbers on your phone and you got a response.

“Hello, this is Wendy. Who is this?”

You recognize the Canadian accent coming from the other side of your phone. It was the woman you unintentionally bumped into earlier backstage. It was Wendy from Red Velvet. At first, you thought it was a joke, that it might be a pre-recorded message, until you responded back.

“Uh...hi. I got your number from a random sandwich I ate earlier. It tasted weird but I don’t know why I would be telling you that.”

Your mind goes blank from what you just said. Those are some choice words that no one would ever say to someone, let alone a celebrity. But you hear a giggle on the opposing side of the phone.

“Ahh, how..interesting! Looks like we got a date tonight at your place. You got my number! Where are you?” she asks.

Your mind freezes at the thought of dating a Korean idol, but you answer back before the silence would grow awkwardly. 

“Hehe, I’ll see you soon. You owe me for what you did to me earlier,” Wendy jokingly says before ending the call.

You wasted no time as you changed into something relatively decent. Though you had no care for idols, you didn’t want to look like a grotesque shitshow in front of a celebrity. You also made sure your place was cleaned up despite the short time window. You barely sat down on your couch when the doorbell rang. You walked up and opened the door, and lo and behold, a petite brunette is standing in front of you with a smile.

“Hi! You must be the one who ran into me earlier,” Wendy remarks.

You just stood there without any response, prompting Wendy to chuckle. 

“May I come in?” she asks. You moved yourself without a word to the side of the door as she walked into your living room.

“So you got my number from one of those sandwiches,” she mentions, breaking the silence as you closed the door.

“Yeah,” you respond in a slightly muted sound. “I thought it was some kind of urban legend or joke that kids throw around these days.”

“Not really, it’s an open secret. I mean, do you remember Jennie and Kai?”

“Kind of, I don’t really follow news like that,” you reply back as your voice returns to normal.

“Well let’s just cut right to the chase,” Wendy declares as she walks toward you. “You owe me for what you did earlier.”

“I am really sorry about that,” you say as her face is directly staring at yours. “I really wasn’t paying attention.”

“I’ll make sure you pay attention this time,” she responds with a smirk.

You and Wendy’s eyes close as your lips drew closer into a kiss. The feeling was soft for a moment until she drew your body closer to hers, her tongue moaning into your mouth. She pulls away from your lips and lowers herself onto her knees. Wendy makes a quick effort on your pants as she notices your cock erect against her face. Looking up to you, she removes your boxers then seizes your hard knob with her hand, forcing out a moan from you and shutting your eyes. 

Wendy takes your cock into her mouth, licking the tip with her tongue. Her mouth begins to move slowly across your length, as if she was performing with a mic on stage. Moving back and forth, she takes the length of your cock in her mouth at a rhythmic pace causing you to generate more moans to her delight.

“Fuck, Wendy,” you utter in a mixture of struggle and pleasure.

“Feels good doesn’t it,” she answers before returning to her clip.

You place a hand on her brown hair as she continues to suck on your dick, moving faster by the second. You swam in your thoughts, wondering how the same idol you bumped into earlier was now on your knees, taking your cock in her mouth; the same mouth that was performing in front of millions of fans around the world. Those thoughts only rang for a few moments before you forced her out of your cock as she had upped her speed to the point of near-climax, much to her disappointment.

Taking Wendy up from her knees, you pushed her into the bedroom, undressing her crop-top and skirt as you went along. Wendy unbuttoned your shirt while you removed everything save for a black lingerie and matching panties. Your lips once again collided with hers, your tongues swirling with passion and lust for each other’s taste. Your hands were running down her body as she did the same, reaching for your cock and trying to jerk it. Your moans were against hers as your hands ran over to the clasp of the back of her bra; Wendy gets the hint and moves a hand with yours to remove it, letting you remove both straps and allowing you to see her round, perky breasts. Her panties didn’t follow long after as you and her hands worked to get it off while your lips were now making marks down her neck, prompting moans near your ear.

Pushing her onto the bed, you continue to plant kisses over her petite yet appetizing body. Your hands then squeeze her breasts against each other, creating another moan from her. Wrapping her thighs around your waist, Wendy pushes you away from her, provoking a little confusion from you.

“Please. I want you all over me. I need you inside me. Now.”

You had no objections to her request as you slowly inserted yourself inside her. Wendy moans as her insides feel your hard presence. You begin to pace yourself in and out of her while your face took in one of her erect nipples.

“Mmm, suck on my tits,” Wendy utters while she moves her hands across your back. You continue to satisfy her as your tongue licks her right nipple while your cock disappears and reappears inside her cunt at a faster tempo. Her moans grow louder and louder that you might have woken up your sleeping neighbor, but you were busy drowning in pleasure to think about that.

“Fuck, you are so big. Your bump was rough, but this is even better,” Wendy remarks in between her delight-filled groans. Her compliment drives you to go even quicker, her walls tightening up against your cock. 

“I-I-I’m gonna cum!”

A couple more thrusts and her insides explode, you feel her wet juices surround your shaft as she groans while at her high. Slowly you move your cock out before laying on the bed, then Wendy moves up on your chest. 

Wendy again puts herself in you, her hands gripped on your chest as she slowly rocks you back and forth. Together your moans make harmony as she ups her stride against you.

“Your cock is so fucking big. I love it inside me. I don’t wanna stop,” she comments. 

“I don’t want you to stop, you’re so fucking good,” you answer back between moans, one hand flowing across her hair and another holding her tit as you watch her bask in your delight. 

As much as either of you didn’t want to stop, you knew you were close too. She continued moving her hips on your cock while you kept it going up and down on her liquified innards. You begin to tremble as you feel yourself about to release.

“I’m about to cum,” you say.

“Fill me up,” she responds. “Don’t stop until you’re empty for me.”

A few more timed jabs into her and you let out a groan as thick spurts of cum propel into her pussy. She tightens herself on you as waves of your seed provide her bliss. As you both come down from your high, Wendy puts her head down near your neck.

After what seemed like forever, you let out a large belch that triggers a vibration between you and Wendy.

“I must have been full today,” you commented.

“You definitely were,” Wendy adds with a laugh, leaning for a kiss with you on the cheek as you embrace the warmth of sleep together.

Companion (Nayeon - Twice)

“Look what I got,” your friend’s voice echoed in as he walked into the living room.

“Let me guess,” you reply with a slight tone of sarcasm while your fingers mash the buttons of the Dualsense controller. “Another rejected application to be a linguist. Dude, you didn’t even know that the last names of the Bird trio were Spanish for one, two, and three!”

Your friend parks in front of your face two thin sheets of paper with a very distinct logo. 

“Walgreens coupons?” you quizzed your clearly excited friend. “You know there’s not a single store in this country, right?”

“No, idiot! Stop joking around,” your friend angrily replied. “You clearly know what these are.”

Your friend was a big fan of the group Twice. If you weren’t close, played sports together, and the fact that he was a bully to everyone in school when you first met, you’d assume he was a girl if you took one look at his room. There was a shelf with all of their albums, their signature candy bong, and photocards of every member framed on the wall. Despite his rugged appearance and intimidating personality to your other friends, he had a soft spot for them.

You held your silence for a moment before you answered back sarcastically. “Of course I know what they are. They’re--”

“Twice tickets!” your friend interrupted. “I got front row for both of us!”

“How--” you blurt before cutting yourself off. “Both of us?”

“Yeah man. I’m taking you with me!” he said. 

You looked away for a moment in disbelief. You wondered how he got tickets to the concert. Definitely not online for sure; you remembered when he punched a Macbook when you tried to teach him how to use the touchpad the first time. Knowing him he likely threatened some kid over them. Whatever, if he ended up in prison the day after the concert it would still have been worth it. 

“Me? Why not anyone else? You know I couldn’t care less about K-pop,” you say as you turn back to him.

“I got no one else, man,” he murmured. “You’re the only one who has put up with me and my love for them. Please? It’s only for next Friday.”

He was right. No one else could have put up with his routine of blasting Heart Shaker at sunrise, and Dance the Night Away at sunset. You didn’t mind it, but your three busted Airpods certainly did. As much as he is kind of a nuisance to you and your other friends, you felt bad and didn’t want to leave him alone. You let a small sigh out before accepting that you weren’t gonna get yourself out of his offer.

“Fine,” you say. “But you better make sure Logan doesn’t turn my lawn into his personal toilet again.”

“Done and done,” your friend cheerfully replies before running out again, leaving you alone for the rest of that day.

You once again sigh before returning to your game and wiping demons off the field with Vergil.

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One week has passed since your friend broke the news to you, and the day had finally arrived. You were gonna accompany him to his favorite girl group’s first concert in the country. You were thankful because he couldn’t stop buzzing about it during the time between that. It was a decision you may have regretted, but you couldn’t turn him away either. Between asking for a ride because his car is in the shop and not knowing the location of the venue (seriously, how dumb are you), people headed home from work on rush hour, and stopping at a Burger King to eat five minutes near your destination, the road to the stage was a pain in the ass.

Aside from a few near misses with other fans (involving his bias), the night went as smooth as it could have been. Although you were just there to accompany your dedicated friend, you may have involuntarily been dancing and singing to some of their notable songs. That part was to be blamed on your friend though; his playlist is all Twice (and that was all you heard in the vehicle). And so as the girls on stage performed their encore and they went around to get close with their fans, your friend was going berserk and tapping you in the shoulder to the point of near pain.

“Look! Oh she’s coming by!” he screams near your right ear, causing you to flinch.

You look in front of you and see a black haired girl wave and point her mic at the screaming crowd, showing off her trademark bunny teeth.You recognize her as Nayeon, your friend’s ult bias (seriously, if he wasn’t such a dedicated fan you’d have been confused as to who’s who). It was only for what appears to be a split second when she makes eye contact with you and your friend, who might as well have been diagnosed with insanity at this point. 

Finally, the show was over. Although you wouldn’t admit it in front of him, you felt you enjoyed yourself and had a fun time. As you walk together with the other fans, a suited man appears in front of you both. 

“Greetings gentlemen,” the man speaks in a formal voice. You both remain silent and awkward.

“I’d like to request you to come along with me,” the man insists, pointing directly at you.

“Me? For what?” you quizzed. 

No words were ever spoken as the man took you along with him, leaving your friend behind. He then maneuvers you around the departing crowd into some narrow hallways, until he stops at a point then turns back to you.

“Continue along the hallway and find the room with this number,” he commands as he hands you a card containing the number one. You were about to open your mouth and ask what it was for before he walked back in the direction you just came from.

You followed the instructions of the man as you walked along the hallway, running into a few other guys and girls with identical cards as well, focused on what appears to be the same directive. Your attention to them stopped as you made a left into another hall with a room titled one. Using the card handed to you by the mysterious man, you open the door and you see no one in the room...except for the girl that made eye contact with you earlier, sitting on a couch. Nayeon.

“Hello,” the black haired girl says with a soft smile. “Today must be your lucky day.”

“I-I g-guess so,” you answer with a little stutter. “I’m not even supposed to be here.”

“Like I said, it’s your lucky day,” she giggles, showing off her cute teeth as she stands up.

“Yeah uh, is this the part where I get pranked by and some guys holding cameras burst out the room, because--”

Nayeon puts a finger in front of your lips, cutting your words off. You were focused on making an escape attempt you didn’t notice she made her move towards you. At this point, the tension was rising in the room, and something else was, too. You remain paralyzed as she wraps her arms around your neck, looking you directly in the eyes.

“I probably shouldn’t be doing this,” you mumble right at her. “My buddy is going to kill me if he ever finds out.”

“The place is all ours,” she whispers leaning near your left ear. “No one will know.”

Internally you were feeling guilty, reason being you were directly under the bind of Im Nayeon. Not because you were a puritan, but because she was your friend’s bias. You wanted to push her away out of fear that your best friend might find out his friend was getting it on with his ult, but that opposition was put down when she crashed her lips into yours.

Your tongues were engaged in a dance with each other, eyes shut, as she pulled your face closer to hers. Fuck. You were now making out with your friend’s ult bias. A part of you wanted to pull away, to stop before things went past the point of regret, but again, she has you under her control when she grabs your arms and moves them toward her ass. You subconsciously squeeze them and create a moan from her.

“Come on and fuck me,” Nayeon murmurs, not hiding any subtle intention.

You tug away from her grasp and pull up her sleeveless white top, revealing black lingerie that accentuates her cleavage really well and trailing down her jeans. Nayeon moves forward and kisses you again, pushing off your brown jacket and unbuttoning your gray shirt while she does her magic with her lips. She makes her way slowly down to your neck and nibbles it, causing you to utter a soft groan. Nayeon peppers kisses down your body until she comes across your hard shaft, restricted by two layers of undergarments. She makes quick work of your zipper and pulls down your trousers, noticing your boxer is already leaking. Nayeon looks up to you then grins with her trademark teeth before seizing your erect cock with one hand. 

“Fuck,” you utter out as you feel the pleasure coming from beneath you.

“We’re only getting started,” Nayeon says, looking up at you before stroking your cock with one hand and gently rubbing your balls the other, generating another groan from your mouth.

She stops the teasing and does away with your briefs; her eyes widening at your stiff cock. The magic she has with her tongue is on display as she licks her lips before kissing the tip, then slowly opening her mouth to receive its length. Your mind is under a state of ecstasy as she begins to take more of you into her mouth and starts siphoning it in a rhythmic motion, moving her head up and down. 

You were trapped in your lewd happiness to pay attention to Nayeon’s moans coming from her cock-filled mouth. As her suction picks up speed, so does the noise of her pleasure. You feel close to reaching your full but Nayeon stops herself and draws away from your mouth, to your disappointment. 

“I told you we’re only getting started,” Nayeon repeats what she said earlier, before returning to gently stroking your shaft with her hand. You embrace the delight a little more before standing her up and pulling down her black panties. You crashed into her lips once more, unhooking her bra and uncovering her beautiful, round breasts. Your lips move to her neck as you sit her down on the couch. 

“Nayeon,” you murmur as you continue pecking her neck. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” 

Nayeon lets out a little giggle showing those endearing teeth again before snatching your head and pulling you again for another kiss. 

“Do whatever you want with me,” she pleas near your ear seductively, sending chills down your spine. “I’m all yours.”

You pull away from her and drop to her thighs. Tenderly kissing them you gradually pull them apart and you begin to see her wet clit open up to you. Your lips make way around her inner thigh while you gently place a finger in her labia. Nayeon whines as your finger slowly settles into a comfortable position inside her.

“That was s-so good,” Nayeon murmurs under her breath. “Don’t stop.”

Your finger begins picking up speed inside her as it tries to find her sensitive spot. Your other hand trails a path toward her left breast and you give it a squeeze, generating louder waves of pleasure out of Nayeon’s mouth.

“I-I’m so close,” she declares, but you ignore her as you continue fingering her where she wants it the most. Her body twitches violently, a wave of her liquid gushes out and overwhelms your finger with complete wetness. As Nayeon comes down from her high, you pull your wet finger out and taste her in your mouth.

“I only wanted to give my friend a good time by accompanying him,” you say with a hint of regret. “I didn’t think I’d be meeting his bias, let alone be fucking her.”

“We haven’t got to that part yet,” Nayeon replies with glazed filled eyes staring at you. “I want you inside me. Your conscience went out of this room as soon as you opened that door, anyway.”

You carry Nayeon’s body off the couch and sit beside the spot where she came. She wraps her legs around your waist and cups both of her hands on your face, before planting a kiss from your forehead down to your lips. 

“Give him something he’ll never forget for the rest of his life,” she said, biting her lip. “The image of his friend fucking his girl.”

Your attempts to contend her command were next to nothing as you slowly put her down on your erect cock. The room reverberates with the collective sound of your moans as you enter her for the first time. 

“F-fuck,” Nayeon mutters with closed eyes. “Y-you’re so fucking big.”

You try to make yourself comfortable inside her by gyrating your hips at a leisurely pace, creating soft moans from Nayeon. You can feel her walls tighten against your shaft as she begins to bounce up and down your cock too.

“You feel so good inside me,” she compliments as her body begins to pick up the pace. “Don’t hold back. Give me all of your hard cock.”

You follow without hesitation as you put more effort into thrusting in and out of her, creating harsher and harsher sounds of pleasure. Your hands make their way around her ass again and you give them a rough squeeze, causing Nayeon’s satiated noises to grow deafening. She is submerged in rapturous delight as her hands aggressively cling to your hair.

“Yes! Yes! Keep fucking me j-just like that!”

Her raspy voice mixed with her want to have you keep going doubled your speed in which you grind into her. You move your head down to her breasts and take a turn pinching her erect nipples with your lip, making them swell. Her moans fill the room like bursts of thunder; a part of you hoped that no one could hear you two, but you were focused on her wonderful body to think beyond a brief moment.

“I’m gonna cum again!” she exclaims as you feel her body wobble while you continue pushing into her. Your head has made its way to her collarbone where you bite as she climaxes for the second time. You feel her insides secrete cum as it gushes out all over your cock. Slowly Nayeon pulls herself out from you, her hands planted on your chest. Afterward, you take a moment to breathe as you and Nayeon look at each other with an exhausted smile on your faces.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” she says, moving her hand to your wet cock and stroking it back to life. “You still haven’t cum yet.”

“I’m surprised too,” you reply, genuinely staggered with how you haven’t come to that point of release yet.

“Tell me where you want to cum baby,” she enticingly asks, kneading your cock even faster.

“Let me cum all over that pretty face,” you say. “Your lips are so fucking good.”

Nayeon quickly drops down in front of your knees, to your surprise. She had already come twice and yet was still full of energy as if none of that happened. Her signature bunny teeth gleam again as she licks her lips before taking in the full length of your erection, causing you to moan involuntarily.

“Oh fuck,” you utter in shock, placing your hand along a stream of Nayeon’s hair. A splash of her saliva fused with her wet juices over your cock drench you with indulgence, rolling your eyes back in uncontrollable pleasure. Your hand puts force into each thrust of her head forward to take more of you, upping the speed of her sucking you off. For what appeared to be forever, you can feel your insides tremble as you reach your breaking point.

“I-I-I’m co--”

Your words were interrupted and your vision blurred as you spilled your seed into Nayeon, who removed her mouth to take the full extent of your cum to the face. With whatever stamina you had left you used to grind on nothing as you wanted to fill her face until you were empty. Taking in loud breaths, you fall back on the couch while the world around you looked hazy. You barely notice Nayeon licking her face loaded with your fluids before using you as a crutch to help herself up and walk into what appeared to be a bathroom. After what seemed to be forever (when it was only 35 minutes), you were able to get up and put your clothes on before Nayeon re-emerges from the bathroom with a new set of clothing, holding something in her hand.

“This is for your friend. I hope he remembers tonight,” she says before handing you over her item. You take a look at it and it is a photocard of Nayeon with her signature on it, with your friend’s name dedicated to it. You were curious as to how she knows your friend’s name since you never mentioned it explicitly, but she gives you a wink and a kiss to the cheek.

“You should go,” Nayeon said with an adorable grin, a complete 180 from when you were fucking her on the couch an hour earlier. “Thank you for coming today.”

You exited the room holding the photocard and as you made your way back to the venue lobby, you saw the other fans from earlier also holding photocards but with different members. There was complete silence in the hallway except for a muffled repetition of the word “mommy.” The lobby was completely empty once you walked out, so you headed to the mostly vacated parking lot where you spotted your friend waiting inside your car.

“There you are!” your friend proclaims before getting out of the car and giving you a hug. “I’ve been waiting, what took you so long?”

You kept your silence for a minute trying to formulate an excuse. No way would he ever find out about your run-in with his bias out from your mouth directly.

“I had a terrible case of diarrhea,” you answer back.

“Uh-huh, I see,” he replied, unsure about your reasoning, although you said it with utmost confidence.

Unpleasant silence and lack of music echoed around the vehicle as you drove home. It only took less than an hour to drop your friend off at his house.

“Thanks for being a great friend,” he says as he steps off your car. “Great night for the both of us.”

“Sure it was,” you say as you both exchange good nights and head home by yourself.

Pulling your car by the driveway and stopping, you sat back in your seat and took a moment to soak in everything that happened. Despite the hot sex and opportunity to spray all over Nayeon, a part of you felt at fault for doing it. You barely cared about the group until tonight, and thought that your friend deserved it more than you do. You take a deep breath and as you roll your eyes, they notice a flash of white on the floor of the passenger seat. Examining it, you notice it’s some underwear with a wet spot on it.

Perhaps there was no need to explain after all.

Tavern (Miyeon - (G)I-DLE)

The scent of sweaty bodies, delicious food, and savory wine mingled and overwhelmed your sensitive nose as you and your friend made your way around the hotel’s expensive nightclub. That Sunday night you would have preferred to stay in your room and watch a film, but you promised to celebrate your friend’s promotion at his company. It was no help either that the hotel was rated five stars and was one of, if not the most luxurious in the entire city. A single night would have set you back a month’s worth of your salary, yet you were sleeping in the most expensive room option for a week, so you had no choice in the matter. 

Following behind your friend you weave through the crowd, avoiding bumping anyone that could cause conflict until you find an empty spot good for four in the midst of a mostly occupied place. Party music was blaring through the many speakers scattered throughout the club, bringing ringing pain to your ears. The noise was deafening that you couldn’t hear what your friend was saying.

“I’m gonna go get us some drinks then I’ll see if there’s any girls we can score tonight,” your friend echoes. Quick hands make a gesture trying to tell him you were unable to understand him, but your friend was not able to get it either. Either way, he briefly left you for some time before coming back with a pair of bottles and he handed one to you.

You both raise your bottles and down it, but you only went as far as half the bottle before putting it away completely. You just wanted to get out of the club and find a more comfortable place to be in. Any conversations that your friend tried to make your brain paid no attention to; you nod your head involuntarily towards everything he said. His eyes notice a girl performing on the dance floor so he promptly gets up and leaves you again. This gave you an opportunity to zigzag out of the area as you walked out and roamed the hotel lobby and sat down on one of the couches.

A flash of thought strikes you and in that moment you check the pockets of your shirt and pants and realize you had nothing except your phone and wallet. A loud groan could be heard all over the lobby; your friend accidentally took the key card to your room, leaving you without a place to go. Contemplating whether to return to the club (and risk being questioned about why you left) or to ask hotel staff for an extra key (which is embarrassing), instead you went for the third option and that is to say fuck it and walk around the hotel.

Your steps made their way to the hotel’s bar; a much more calmer and relaxing place compared to the club. Making your way to the table, you take a seat and crash your face on the table’s hardwood. Part of you wanted to pass out right then and there, but as you drift into unconsciousness, a gentle hand taps you on your elbow.

“Hello,” the warm, gentle voice says. “What can I get for you?”

Your eyes roll up and notice the feminine figure greet you with big, cute eyes. Sporting a red dress and long, black hair with a matching red flower accessory, she was bright and stunning to behold. The beauty brings life into your brain, widening your seemingly dead optics. 

“Oh I’m so sorry,” you reply with a sense of alertness. “Is anyone waiting their turn too?”

The bartender giggles before giving her answer. “Not at all sir; most guests are in the club during the weekend so it gets pretty quiet around here.”

“I see,” you stared, admiring the bartender’s charms. Making your way down you see a small name tag attached over her right breast. “Miyeon.”

“That’s right, I’ll be serving you today. What can I get for you?”

“Could I get a menu please?”

“Absolutely.”

Miyeon briefly leaves you to grab a menu from the other side of the table, your eyes still ogling over her. When she turns back to you sliding a menu folder, your head instinctively turns away as if you weren’t desiring her. Awkward silence roams the space between both of you as you glance at the menu before looking up to her endearing eyes.

“Vodka martini; shaken not stirred.” you joke, pulling off your best James Bond accent.

“Okay Mr. Bond,” she chuckles, walking away with a smirk.

Your attention is driven away from the television above you when Miyeon returns with your requested drink. Raising your glass in front of her you take a couple of sips while she watches you with a fixed gaze. She breaks the silent air between you with a question.

“What brings you here?”

“Friend got promoted to a high position in his company. I’m just here to celebrate with him.”

“Why aren’t you with him then?”

“I fucking hate clubs,” you sneered, taking another slurp. Miyeon laughs at your answer.

Now it was your turn to quiz her.

“Do you talk to your customers a lot?”

“I do. I love getting to know them; it’s my favorite part of my job.”

“You look so gorgeous. A girl with your beauty shouldn’t be working here.”

“Lucky for me I don’t work here,” she rebutts. “I own the place and I just come by occasionally, but thank you for the compliment.”

“You’re welcome,” you reply as you finish the drink.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?” Miyeon asked. Peeking through the menu again your finger points at what looked like another drink with an unpronounceable name. She nods and walks to get it right away.

Another few minutes pass as she provides you with your third drink of the night. Curious as to why she is only paying attention to you, you turn around and check the bar and notice it is mostly vacant. It was only you and Miyeon; no one else getting in the way of your conversation. Drunk lust fills your brain; desperate to want her badly.

“Mmm, have I told you how fucking magnificent you are?”

“You have,” she said, while you both stared at each other with widened eyes.

“It would be such a waste for you to be alone tonight,” You breathed in front of her.

“I was thinking the exact same thing,” Miyeon replied, her fingers running down the sleeves of your shirt.

Passion overwhelmed whatever self-control you had left. You lean over the counter and pull her for a fiery kiss. Both of your tongues taste each other as you find your body crawling over the counter to be beside Miyeon as you continue making out with her. 

“Hotel room?” she asks between bated breaths.

“No key card,” you whispered as she lifted her head in disappointment. “Fucking friend stole it.”

“That’s okay,” she said, pressing a button on a remote lying on the counter, shutting off all the lights in the bar.

You pull away from Miyeon’s lips and remove the shoulder straps from her dress. The dress flows down to her waist as her cleavage is supported by red laced lingerie. She does the same to you, unbuttoning your shirt and placing a hand on your chest. Miyeon leans in and kisses your chest up to your collarbone, prompting an involuntary moan from you. 

“F-f-fuck,” you blurt out as Miyeon makes her way to your neck and tightly gnaws it, creating a red spot on the left side. 

Miyeon lets go of your neck and gets down on her knees, immediately noticing the bulge hiding behind layers of your clothing. She makes quick work of your trousers and underwear as your cock springs free right in front of her face. You moan once more and your eyes dim when she kneads your balls with one hand.

“I haven’t had one in a long time,” Miyeon hisses in front of your shaft, sending a tingle down your spine. “You’re so fucking hard.”

Her compliment drives you wild with excitement as you force her mouth into your cock without any warning. Miyeon is sent into a brief moment of shock, but she gets accustomed to the feeling of your valve a few moments later. Taking in your full length, her head bobs back and forth at a leisurely pace, creating muffled whimpers from her mouth. Her saliva mixed with your precum glazes your shaft as you grind her mouth against your cock, filling the place with pleasured moans. Picking up speed at which she’s sucking you off, Miyeon teases you with humming sounds that make your body quiver and groan louder. You realize you’re about to cum too soon, so you pull her away from your dick and guide her up to her feet. 

“It’s not fair I’m completely naked and you’re not,” you complained.

“Really? You looked like you were gonna finish after two more strokes,” Miyeon retorted with a mocking sneer.

You didn’t want your pleasurable time with Miyeon to end quickly. You carry Miyeon and place her on top of the bar counter. Afterwards, you lean toward her and kiss her on the lips again, hands behind her back trying to detach the bra covering her cleavage. When you do, you peel the straps over her shoulders, revealing her breasts. They weren’t huge, neither were they small, but well proportioned. Your hands rush over and rub against her tits, Miyeon watching you stare them down with insatiable hunger.

“You like my tits?” she asked, placing an arm behind your neck.

“Fuck yes, they’re perfect,” you answered, squeezing them and creating a moan from Miyeon’s mouth.

“Then eat them,” she commanded. “You haven’t had any food yet.”

Without wasting a single moment you pounce on her left breast, her hand guiding you, giving it a soft lick with your turn which gradually turns into a nibble. Miyeon shrieks in pleasure while you sucked off her left tit and groped the other with your free hand. You do this a few more times before switching to her right tit and doing it the same. 

“Enough of this,” you murmur under her breast as you move away from her chest and focus on her waist. You tear the dress covering her waist, exposing her complete nakedness. Miyeon had not been wearing panties all along. Throwing her dress to the side, you pause and admire her gorgeous figure before placing your hands on her hips.

“Fuck, Miyeon, your body is amazing,” you remarked.

She had no words to say other than giving you an alluring smile, something rather wholesome in contrast to the situation you were both in. Using her as your handlebars, you slowly climb up the counter table to get on equal footing with her. You lay her body down on the counter before noticing the half-empty glass of drink you left unfinished. You take the glass and pour the leftover drink over her toned stomach. Miyeon watches as your tongue laps up both her body and liquid, leaving nothing to waste.

“Tastes good?” she asks, flowing her hand across your hair.

“The best drink of the night,” you say looking up to her.

Teasing had been the play for most of the night, but now you wanted to give her what she wanted. You lined your erect cock in front of her wet pussy, causing Miyeon to squeal in delight.

“Please, give it to me,” she cried, desperation in her voice. “I want your cock so bad.”

“How bad do you want it?”

“So much! Please! I want you! No! I need you!” 

Her frantic urges aroused you, so you chose to grant her wish. Slowly you move your shaft into her, inducing a whine out of Miyeon’s mouth. You grip your hands against hers, her walls beginning to tighten against your hard manhood. Slowly you begin thrusting in and out of her cunt while your plant kisses on her cheek.

“Fuck! Fuck! You’re so fucking big!” Miyeon screams near your ear. “Don’t stop fucking me!”

Her praise worked you up even more, so you keep pushing into her at a faster pace. Miyeon’s moans echo throughout the room as you move your kiss toward her neck and chew on it too, like what she did to you earlier. Your hands move from hers and grip on her thighs. Wanting to get yourself as deep inside her, you move them over your shoulder as you grinded into her with your hips. 

“I’m gonna cum soon,” you whisper into her ear.

“Don’t stop until you’ve filled me with all your cum,” she replied, biting her lips in an attempt to restrain herself from what was about to happen. “I’m close too.”

It took a few more nudges before you groan and feel your stomach quake. Miyeon can’t help but generate her loudest moan of the night as you fill her tight walls with huge loads of your hot seed. You fulfilled her need as your progressively slowing jabs in her kept firing more cum into her pussy until you were positive you had nothing left. After pulling out you set her thighs down on the counter again and crash your head onto her breasts, both of you weary from your steamy session together.

Cleaning up didn’t take long as both of you put your clothes back on (to avoid suspicion from hotel staff), though admittedly you wanted to lay with her a little longer. As you watch Miyeon wear her dress again, you notice the shreds on the fabric you needlessly ripped. You felt very apologetic, but Miyeon consoled you with a kiss to the cheek. 

“No one will notice anyway,” she said, before handing you another drink. “Don’t worry about the bill, it’s on the house.”

Upon hearing this, you gave her a smile and kissed her back. Although you had enough strength to get up from the counter, you wanted to slump there and call it a night. Miyeon receives a call on her phone and answers but you paid no attention to it. She comes back to you after ending the call and taps you on the arm.

“The club just called and asked me if you were around,” Miyeon said with a puzzled look on her face.

“Hmm? Why are they looking for me? Don’t tell me it’s—“

“It’s not about that,” she interrupted. Was it your loud scream from a few hours ago? Tch. If that was the case then people are sensitive as hell. 

“Staff said a man passed out in one of the VIP rooms,” Miyeon added. “According to surveillance footage, you were spotted with him a few hours ago.”

Oh shit. The sex was so good you briefly forgot you ditched your friend in the first place. You asked Miyeon what time it was, and she showed you her phone. 2:16 a.m. flashed on the screen. Immediately you dashed out the bar without leaving any parting words and sprinted for the club again. The music was still lively as ever, but there were fewer people and a few unconscious bodies sitting in the place. 

You dashed down a narrow hallway, down some stairs, and found yourself on the basement floor where you saw a corridor filled with red curtains left and right. Briskly strolling along you shuffled your head both directions, mindful not to take a peek behind the curtains. You bump shoulders with a woman with orange hair, but you ignored her completely. Your attention focuses on the second to the last room on the left, spotting an empty bottle on the floor. Peering through the curtain, you found your friend passed out on the couch with a huge grin on his face, hands tied together with what appears to be his own belt. Examining his face he looked to be red all over, but seeing his bottoms caused you to facepalm in embarrassment.

You spot his undergarments on the floor next to white puddles of cum, flaccid penis exposed to anyone dauntless to step inside the grimy lounge. A prolonged sigh leaves your mouth as you step back in disbelief.

“Why did you get promoted again?”

Eavesdrop (Jihyo - Twice)

“Listen to me, brodie. I’m certain one of them will notice you,” says Daniel, moving your face directly at him with his left hand.

“I don’t know about that,” you answer with a doubtful look on your face.

“Come on dawg,” Edgar interjects from behind the driver’s seat. “We’ve been chasing these tickets ever since they dropped and now you want to back out! Fucking pussy.”

“Hey! I’m not a pussy, I’m just--”

“Woah woah woah! Both of you calm down,” Jules chimes in. “This is not the time to be fighting. All that matters now is that we pray he gets chosen.”

Jules turned to speak to you. “Don’t be nervous. If anything else, just have fun, okay? This is a once in a lifetime experience. Make the most of it.”

“Oh boy, here we go with the speeches,” grumbled Edgar. “Man, just fuck out the car and go inside!”

“You better get moving,” Daniel adds. “We’ll be here if you need anything, so don’t hesitate to call if something happens.”

You step out the driver seat of your car and trudge toward the venue where the Twice concert was being held. Even though fear and nervousness gripped your psyche, it didn’t stop you from metalling your resolve. This was a rare opportunity for you to see your faves on stage and having fun was what kept you from falling apart mentally. You can feel sweat  drip down your face as you make your way to the left side of the audience. Checking your phone occasionally you see texts from your friends reminding you to enjoy yourself, albeit they expressed it their own ways.

Daniel: Have fun! Tell us how beautiful they looked.

Edgar: If anyone gets in your way, try punching them.

Jules: *thumbs up emoji*

Three hours went by so fast. You definitely had a blast watching the girls perform. You were able to pull your phone out during their encore and streamed it with your friends, still waiting in the car. You may not have noticed, but several members waved at your phone and a couple of them threw a kiss aimed at it. The concert drew to a close and you heard your friends react as you were leaving the venue. 

“Told you there it was a fun experience,” Daniel said cheerfully. “There was no need to panic.”

“I saw a few hot bitches in the audience,” Edgar chimed in. “Did you get any of their numbers?” he added.

“Typical Edgar,” Jules interjected sarcastically. “They won’t be sleeping with you at all!”

“Man fuck you,” Edgar barked at Jules. 

“We know you’re just in it for the women,” Daniel quipped lightly. 

“Do you want a fist to the face right now or not?” Edgar threatened angrily.

“Guys! Let’s try to get along now,” you joked. “At least you saw the girls wave at the camera!”

You were laughing at your phone when you tilt your head up and find a man in a gray suit standing ahead of you. You come to a sudden halt, losing grip on your phone and dropping it.

“Oh sorry, I was, uh, talking to my friends, and I--”

“May I ask you to come along with me?” the man interrupts before walking off to the side. You pick up your phone from the ground and follow the man as you pass through several narrow hallways.

“Uh...what the fuck is going on?” Daniel demanded with raised eyebrows.

“I think homeboy’s getting kidnapped!” Edgar exclaimed loudly.

“Listen, are you hearing us right now? Is everything okay?” Jules calmly posed.

“Quiet,” you answered on your phone. “They might hear--”

The man you were following grinds to a halt, causing you to suddenly stop again. You made sure to hold on to your phone tightly this time. Turning to you, the man pulls out a card from his coat’s inner pocket and presents it to you. You took the hint and took the card.

“No phones are allowed once you step in the room,” the man instructed. “Continue along the halls until you see the matching number on your card. Have a good night.” After giving out the command, he returns the way he came from. You paused for a moment before getting back to your call. 

“Did you get all of that?” you asked everyone on the phone.

“Yeah. Something about a room and a matching number,” Daniel replied. “What does it say?”

“It just has the number 5 written on it.”

“I’m guessing you need to go to room number 5. What for though?”

“I don’t know, the man just said to follow along until I reach it!”

“I hope it’s a million dollars,” Edgar interjected. “Or bitches. Actually both can work.”

“Keep us updated,” Jules added. “Again, don’t dither if you need help.”

Bearing those words in mind you place your phone on the left pocket of your shirt. Following the man’s words, you passed through a few narrow stretches of halls. You also see a few other men and women holding identical cards as you walk by. 

“Guess they’re looking for their rooms too,” you quietly mumbled.

“How many did you see?” Jules quizzed.

“Eight others,” you replied.

“Hmm...interesting,” Jules added.

“I’m starting to think this is a sham,” Edgar interrupted. “I mean what if some masked dude chased you with an axe or--”

“Made it,” you remarked. 

You took a glance at your card before looking ahead of the room in front of you. Five is written above the door. You put your call on minimal volume before returning it to your shirt pocket, and taking a deep breath, you pressed your card on the door and slowly opened it. Stepping inside, there was nothing except another door and a couch. Your eyes widen to the beautiful figure sitting on its center, gazing back at you with kind eyes. Park Jihyo.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” Jihyo said with an alluring voice. 

Your legs freeze hearing those words come out from her mouth. She notices you visibly tremble - a feeling you’ve not had since you left the car. Jihyo moves to the right side of the couch and taps the spot where her ass made her mark. You remain paralyzed in place watching Jihyo giggle quietly at your twitchiness.

“It’s okay,” she reassures you with her lovely voice. “I don’t bite...unless you want me to,” she winks. 

Despite your anxiety you somehow managed to get your body to move. Closing the door behind you, you dragged your legs to the couch and sat where Jihyo told you to sit. You place your hands on your lap, some sweat running down your head as she sits beside you in an upright position.

“Did you enjoy tonight’s show?” Jihyo asked, directing your face toward hers. You try to look away, coming up with an answer, but every time you do, she turns your head again.

“I-I-did, it w-was w-wonderful.”

You shudder with heavy tension as Jihyo wraps her right arm around your neck, resting her hand on your right shoulder. Your body stiffens when you discern her face near yours, feeling her breath.

“Tell me, was I your favorite performer?” she breathed. You wonder if she paid attention to you the entire time - which she did. You can’t help but tremor madly as her grin widens toward you. 

“Yes.”

“Am I your favorite member?”

“F-f-fuck yes.”

“Good, this will make things easier for the both of us.”

Your nerves calm down temporarily when Jihyo removes her arm from your body and stands up from the couch. Your eyes are laser focused watching her sway her ass and her breasts jiggle while she struts back and forth; her hands fixing her hair. Turning her attention to you again, Jihyo’s upper body drops in front of your face, bringing you to a state of paralysis once more. 

“Can I make a request for you?” she pleas, placing her hands on your knees.

“W-w-what is it?”

“Call me by one word: Mommy. Understood?”

You inadvertently groan upon catching that last word. “Anything for mommy.”

Any suspense and pressure you had stored up immediately went down the drain the moment your lips met hers. Jihyo’s kiss was as powerful as her voice. You let a few muffled hums escape your mouth before she pulls away from you. Taking her hands off your lap, she stands tall above you and pulls her shirt up and over her head, revealing her massive busts restrained by a white bra. It doesn’t take too long for her top to follow shortly after. Your jaws drop at the sight of her freely roaming breasts. Watching her perform you thought they were tremendous, but seeing them out in the open, bigger than expected, left you breathless with disbelief and shock.

“Holy fucking shit,” you blurted in awe.

Meanwhile in the vehicle, your friends are still on the line, watching everything that’s going on in the room. Even behind a layer of clothing they can still see Jihyo’s magnetic orbs flashing in front of your face. 

“Are you catching this?” Jules asked the others.

“I am. So magnificent...” Daniel replied, mouth watering with amazement.

“Must see milkers in 4k…” Edgar added, his right hand slowly making its way down to his zipper.

Your eyes can’t turn away from Jihyo’s tits as they bounced, not noticing she has mounted herself on your lap. She squeezes her boobs together, teasing you, before pushing your body back on the couch. Moving her hands all over your body you find yourself at her mercy helpless to do anything as she unbuttons your shirt and throws it carefree on the floor. Pressing against your chest, Jihyo kisses you again while your hands clutch her breasts. 

“You want to suck my tits, don’t you?” she murmurs in your mouth.

“Fuck yes,” you answer, giving her tits a gentle wring before kissing her back. “Your tits are unbelievable, mommy.”

“Then milk me.”

You couldn’t refuse an order like that - especially coming from her sultry voice. Jihyo lets out a pleasurable moan, feeling your mouth receive her erect right nipple. Her hands force you to take more as you bite and suck down her tit. Each nibble was delicious, giving energy and urging further guzzling. She leads your head to her left nipple and you give it the same attention as the other one. After some time, Jihyo pulls you away from her swollen, wet breasts and tilts your head, directing hers like a caring mother. Smirks of delight were exchanged between the both of you.

“You’re so fucking delicious, mommy,” you complimented.

“Mommy doesn’t like it when my baby is hungry. Are you still hungry?”

“Fuck, I am, mommy.”

“Then have some more, baby.”

Eager to please mommy, you dive back into her breasts without any hesitation. Jihyo lets out another whimper, hands on your head making sure you consume her tits to the fullest. 

The mood was hot - her silky voice combined with her delicate touch urged you to eat her up unapologetically. It seemed like forever passed before she tore you away from her body again.

Swiftly hopping off your lap and falling to your knees, Jihyo makes quick work of your pants; her eyes widening at your noticeable bulge. You felt embarrassed, but she caressed your hard-on, staring at you back with kind, comforting eyes. Shortly after she removes your boxers, springing free your erect cock. Licking her lips, Jihyo gave your shaft a tender kiss. You let out a moan and roll back your eyes as she sets her breasts to capture your leaking precum. 

“Mmm, you’re quite big,” Jihyo flattered. Without paying attention to her she wraps your cock with her breasts. You partially look down and find her face filled with delight trying to trap you between her tits. Both of you moan once your dick makes yourself comfortable in her cleavage. Jihyo presses her breasts together and starts grinding them on your shaft. You don’t remain idle as you start pumping in her, catching her rhythm. 

“Mommy…” you whine. Jihyo catches wind of your voice. Looking back at you, she meets your contact with lust in her pleasure-filled eyes. You understood what she wanted and began thrusting faster, watching your cock disappear and reappear sandwiched between her large mounds. She glances down, meeting your moist tip with her tongue with each retreat from her cleavage, jolting you with heightened pleasure.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Jihyo asked, each word produced with the same level of ecstasy you were having. “Do you love fucking my tits?”

“Fuck yes, I love them so fucking much.”

“I hope your friends are enjoying these too,” she replied. Your mind was engulfed in pleasure to perceive what she said. Any reminder of your friends’ existence back in the car was gone. You were focused on titfucking the beautiful girl that performed for you a couple of hours ago. 

Your breaths begin to feel short as each drive between her cleavage keeps going faster than before. Every slide in and out of her tits while her tongue continues to moisten your shaft fills you with immense gratification. Involuntarily moaning, you sense your impending climax, but you want to keep going with Jihyo as long as you possibly can. Breaking free from your trapped joy, your hands grasp her shoulder before pulling out from her breasts one more time.

Raising her up to her feet, you pull the hem of her skirt down her legs, noticing the lack of panties. You get up from the couch and grab hold of her thick thighs - ones she worked very hard for. Wrapping her thighs around your waist, you lift her body up and twirl your own, setting her down on the couch. Dropping to her knees, you spot her crotch, wet as yours. Spreading her thighs apart, you look up to Jihyo, seeking some form of approval - and when she nods, you feast on her.

Going to work you take slow licks up and down her soaked clit; a loud gasp leaving Jihyo’s mouth. She can’t help but imprison your head with her meaty thighs, though you had no objection to that. Your tongue revels in the sweet juices of her pussy as you run a couple of fingers into her wet flesh. It took a good while, but once finding her sensitive spots, your digits poke her delicate areas, making her squeal like one of her trademark high notes.

“Fuck! You eat mommy so well,” Jihyo pants. You smile mischievously upon hearing her comment, and carry on eating her out. Her bud swells against your sticky tongue while your fingers haphazardly dig at her g-spot and other sensitive places. Suddenly she hits her peak. Her release catches you by surprise as her juices gush over your mouth; her thighs loosening their grip around your head. You detach your tongue from her crotch while her body aches and quivers from her orgasm. Sitting back on the floor you lick your lips and taste her, admiring her perfect body while she recovers from her high.

“That was so good,” you mutter under your breath.

“Come here,” Jihyo says, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. You jump up from the floor and push her body down on the couch; staring her down with lust. 

“Fuck me please,” she says, eyes practically begging for it. “Give mommy your big cock.”

You wasted no time bringing your still hard shaft near her moist pussy and with a single, powerful stroke, you buried yourself into her tight body. 

Jihyo draws out a lengthy moan as you fill her with the full length of your cock. Her moan turns into a range of operatic sounds as you thrust into her, pushing your dick into her firmly, making sure she feels every hit inside her. Your eyes picked up where they left off - watching her thick figure tremble with pleasure and her breasts bounce with frantic energy from each pass through her body. 

By now you are pounding her at fervent speeds - yet each time you shove into her it is forceful and rigid, showing your delight at watching her go into a frenzy with each stroke. For a few more minutes you fuck her like that, until her heavy moans and breathy gasps leave you wanting more. 

“Does mommy like being fucked like this?” you growl.

“Yes! Mommy loves getting fucked like this! Give me more!”

You give her one last stiff thrust, piercing into her as deep as you could, leaning forward until your face is right beside hers. Stretching forward a little further you nibble her ear and lightly kiss it.

“Then call me daddy.”

“Mommy wants daddy to fuck her more! Please!”

Your attention is directed past her wet body where your shaft is stabbed inside her. Slowly the both of you watch as your cock exits her body, leaving a small trail of her wet juices drip on the couch. Straightening your back, you flip her body so that her plump ass is now facing you. Gently you line your cock against her soaking cunt; her rear spread against you, you slowly maneuver into her asshole. Jihyo releases a soft moan upon feeling the head of your cock make its way inside her ass, but quickly pleasure overtakes her as you feel her warmth enveloping your shaft.

Much like you did with her pussy, you push deep, powerful strokes into her asshole. Groping her cheeks, you pump in and out of her ass, turning Jihyo into a pleasure filled mess. Clawing on the edge of the sofa, her face can’t hide how much she relishes being pounded by you. 

“F-f-fuck, you feel so big inside me, daddy,” she whimpers.

“You like getting fucked in the ass too, Jihyo?” you answer, breaking her sole rule, but you didn’t care and neither did she.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck!”

“Then fucking cum for me. Cum all over daddy’s cock.”

Before long, her body quivers with immense pleasure, each passing stroke in and out of her ass becoming too overwhelming to handle. You bask in your ability to take control - the nervous, anxious side of you was now merely an afterthought. Jihyo’s agitation reaches a breaking point as she squirms beneath you.

“I’m gonna cum again!”

It takes only a few more jabs before you feel wet again from her seed spilling out in climax. She was now an uncontrollable, shaky, drenched mess, trembling while you continued to pound her.

“I-I’m about to cum,” you spouted, her insides becoming too much for you to bear.

“Cum for me! Anywhere for mommy...just cum...oh god!”

You put a few more rigid, powerful strokes, wanting every moment inside her ass to be memorable before you reach your end. Using some quick thinking, you pull your shaft out her body moments before peaking. Stroking your cock with your right hand, you cum hard; thick streams of semen ejaculated from your cock and landed on Jihyo’s ass, thighs, and back, dripping in drawn out flecks.

Falling on Jihyo’s back you notice her look of satisfaction on her face. Her grin wide, eyes shut, and her body glistening from a mix of both your sweat and cum. You run a finger down a spot where you emitted your seed, after which you bring it in front of her mouth. Her tongue swirls around your wet finger, letting her taste you. Your consciousness slowly fades from exhaustion as everything around you turns black.

You open your eyes after some time has passed, your naked body still laying on the couch, though Jihyo isn’t below you anymore. Taking a look around you see nothing left in the room except for your scattered clothes on the floor. You jump off the couch and quickly get dressed when you hear a noise coming from the other door. It opens and Jihyo emerges from it with freshly dried hair and a set of clothing different from before.

“Oh shit,” you exclaim. “Tell me what the time is.”

“It’s only been forty-five minutes,” she answers, letting you sigh in relief.

Jihyo grins before walking up to you and presenting you with four photo cards, each being a picture of her with her signature on it. You take the cards and look at it; each photo card having you and your friends’ names written on it. 

“You made me a happy mommy today,” she says, her eyes returning to her warm, friendly look. 

“I never mentioned my--” you reply before getting cut off by her kiss. Unable to finish your statement, you walk out the door and leave both the room and Jihyo. 

Walking along the halls, you took in everything that just happened. Only one word came out of your mouth and you repeated it like a broken record. Mommy. It was only when you reached the lobby stopped uttering and you remembered your phone and friends. You check your phone and discover the call had ended, the battery on red. You dash to the parking lot where you find your car’s windows open and your friends seemingly unconscious. 

“Hey! Wake up!” you scream, bringing your friends back to life.

“Mmm, mommy you’re so good...Wh-wh-what the...is it over?” Daniel blurts.

“Mommy give me milk please...oh, you’re back,” Edgar wheezes.

“Oh fuck, mommy…Ah shit,” Jules buzzed, glasses falling off.

“What the fuck do you mean mommy...oh my god,” you say, before realizing that you left your phone on while fucking Jihyo the entire time. You peer through the windows and discover streams of white spilled over the dashboard, the seats, and the carpets and notice your friends’ unbuttoned pants and the stains on their undergarments.

“In my defense, that was really fucking hot,” Daniel said, cheeks blushing in embarrassment.

“I’m not gonna talk about it,” Edgar grumbled, zipping his pants up and turning away from you.

“Let’s just pretend tonight didn’t happen,” Jules added, leaving you four in an uncomfortable situation for the rest of the night.

Confess (Jeongyeon - Twice)

You could feel your heartbeat inside your chest, louder than the revs of your engine powering your car through the open highway.

Nothing could get in the way. Without a care for your surroundings you watch the world move past you. You take a moment to glance at the dashboard clock. 4:18 p.m. displayed in the smallest, yet brightest color. You may have spotted a blot of cars or two, but that wasn’t on your mind right now. 

Thank your lucky stars that it wasn’t traffic or a busy city, otherwise you’d have lost her right before it even started. Turning the corner you drive off the main road and travel left, passing a huge sign indicating her location. Traversing through coarse gravel your bumpers may have run into some rubble, but damage was the least of your concerns at that moment. After two more kilometers of off-road driving, you reached your destination; a quiet beach. Up ahead you see nothing else except one car, the one you assume is hers. She told you to meet her at that beach at 4:30, and once you hastily park without any sense of order, the clock turns at 4:28 as you rush out to her. 

You see her distant figure standing on the water’s edge, looking deep in thought. Sprinting like you were running a marathon, you began yelling her name. Over and over you shout, but she remains in her position completely unchanged or fazed by your resounding screams. Drawing closer her form began to take shape; long brown hair and her slender build, she was staring into the horizon, opposite fingers twirling in anxiety. Your adrenaline slows down upon reaching her, and you take a moment to catch your breath.

“Jeongyeon!” you cry in desperation and with a huff. Finally, she stops glaring at the waters and looks at you, exhausted and holding your hands on your tired knees.

“There you are,” she answers with a calm tone, contrasting your hoarse voice. “I knew you’d show up for me, like always.”

“Right,” you huffed. “Now what is it you wanted to tell me all alone? In this beach of all places?”

Jeongyeon looks away from you for a moment, then sighs. 

“I know this may come as a shock to you...so please try to take it well,” she says, changing to a more serious and gloomy intonation.

“I just got engaged last night.”

Immediately your jaw drops, stunned at the news she told you. You wanted to say something right back, but you understood that she wasn’t done explaining herself.

“So I went to our friend’s birthday party, and out of nowhere, he invited me to dance with him, then at the end of it, you already know how it ends…”

“...Oh my god, I-I-I’m happy for you,” you stutter, barely forming the words out of your mouth. “B-b-but why are you telling me this?”

“We’ve been very close for a long time and I figured I should tell the one closest to me,” Jeongyeon replies, not being able to look directly at you. “I’m sorry. If I had known--”

“I-it’s fine, it really is,” you interrupt, a tear falling down your face. “I know he’s gonna take good care of you.”

“Yeah...I hope so too,” she says, though her voice is doubting her statement.

You approach Jeongyeon and hug her, giving her comfort and warmth as she starts crying in your arms. As much as you wanted to be stable for her, internally you were punching the air in frustration. You two had known each other since your days in elementary, sharing food, copying her answers, and even when you separated heading into college, you both tried to meet at least once a week. Though you didn’t want to admit it, you were in love with her. You just didn’t have the strength to confess; lest it ruin your friendship. 

“Jeong, there’s something I want to tell you too,” you say near her ear.

“W-w-what is it?” she answers, her voice vibrating against your sleeve.

“I...I’m in love with you.” 

She looks up at you in disbelief over your confession. You knew you should have said this a long time ago, but now? After she’s engaged? If anything, it would at least provide you closure with Jeongyeon. Pulling away from your embrace, she throws a slap at your face, reddening your right cheek. 

“Why now? Why tell me this now?” she questions, her eyes red due to her tears.

“I’m sorry,” you answer, placing a hand on your injured cheek. “I was afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

“Afraid of...losing you,” you pause before connecting the two phrases together. “But I mean it when I say I love you. I always have, and I always will, even if you’re with someone else.”

An uncomfortable stillness filled the space between you and Jeongyeon. Both of you couldn’t find the confidence to look each other in the eyes.

“...You’re always like that,” she says, breaking the silence. “You’ve never told me these things even though we’re practically best friends.”

“...It’s not you who’s at fault, it’s me,” you reply, remorse emphasizing each word.

“...Selfish bastard.”

“I know, I’m sorry--”

“Please. I’ve been dying to tell you this too. I was in love with you too. I waited to see if you really wanted me after all this time.”

Her declaration caught your attention. She loved you as much as you loved her; neither of you were willing to take the first step into establishing a relationship. Though regret bothered you greatly, at least you knew she was interested in you as well; confirming your feelings. The sun was setting down, the bright yellow reflecting your shadow on the coarse sands. After what appeared to be a long time, Jeongyeon was able to look at you, although you couldn’t do so back. She slowly approached you, until you felt your waist coiled by her arms and her head leaning close to yours.

“I’m sorry,” she once again says. “I know who I really love. It’s been you all along.”

You remain frozen in place, taking in her warmth and comfort the way you did to her minutes earlier. 

“I’m the one who should be sorry,” you answer, moving an arm around her neck. “I should have never let you go in the first place.”

The both of you, deep in your embrace, watch the sun completely set on the horizon. As stars appear visible in the night, you continue to keep each other close.

“I want you to stay,” you softly plead. “Even if it's only for tonight.”

“Who cares about tonight only,” Jeongyeon responds, matching your inflection. “I want us to be together until the end.”

The two of you smile; your love blooming over your confessions for each other. You make the first move and kiss her on the cheek. She blushes, then pulls you close for a passionate, warm kiss on the lips.   

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Your hands wander over her back, lips still locked on hers. Both of you move towards one of the cabins and you carry her on her waist, setting her on the center table. Throughout the process neither of you released the other’s mouth. The stars high in the night sky and clear moon were the only lights gleaming, but in the dark, your passions were set ablaze for each other. After a long time, she pushes you away, ending your intimate makeout session. 

Her fingers seize the fabric of your shirt and she pulls it off you, throwing it to the side. In response you unbutton hers and toss it the opposite direction. You climb the table and lay her down on the wooden surface, planting kisses on her neck. Each kiss produces a soft moan from her lips while you mark her body, down her cleavage and belly. Crawling up to her head, you both stare at each other with lust filled eyes.

Jeongyeon’s hands join yours, helping you unbutton and pull down her jeans before you hurl it off the table. It doesn’t take long for your own trousers to come off either, sliding it off and exposing your bulge hidden by a layer of your briefs. She pulls it off you, your erect cock throbbing in front of her panties. 

“What else are you hiding from me,” she says, biting her lip gazing at your shaft.

You gasp when she takes hold of your cock, stroking it with her left hand. You’re unable to act; she was stimulating your shaft at the fastest of speeds. Bursts of precum splatter over her chest. She slows down rubbing your length, then taking a fleck of your seed with a finger, Jeongyeon moves it to her mouth to taste you.

“Calm down, the night is still young,” you huff.

Suddenly you feel yourself overpowered by Jeongyeon; she flips your positions and now she’s the one on top of you, your cum dripping down her belly. She slips off her soaked panties; showing how wet she is for you. Her bra follows shortly after, her balanced breasts freely hovering over your chest. Wasting no time, her crotch meets yours as she slides her wet pussy down your shaft, both of you simultaneously moaning upon contact. 

“Mmm fuck, you feel so tight,” you whimper in pleasure.

Grinning widely she begins grinding up and down your cock, coveting her need to be pierced to the deepest. She tries to take you the same way she stroked your shaft; hastily and by surprise. This time you manage to prepare yourself and slowly you move in and out of her. Your eyes gaze upon her face savoring every inch of you with delight, her hips slamming down in response to your cock. Echoes reverberated around the area as she impaled herself deeper and deeper on your shaft. 

“You’re so fucking big, fuck fuck fuck!” she grunts, trying to take more of you inside her.

Beneath her your body squirms, attempting to take control of her again, but to no avail. Jeongyeon presses her palms against your chest as she continues rocking back and forth on your shaft. Soon she leans forward, still holding down your upper body, reaching your face. You tilt your head forward and between heavy breaths catch her lips briefly for a quick kiss. She pulls away from you, reveling in your hard cock satiating her utmost desire to feed her sexual appetite. 

It catches both of you by surprise when she orgasms, her wet juices gushing over your cock, letting out concurring moans of bliss from your mouths. Not long after you follow her too, climaxing and squirting hot streaks of semen inside her tight pink walls. Your frantic thrusts begin to decelerate and so do her plunges. At last, she comes to a complete halt, collapsing her body straight down yours. The booming moans had been replaced with quiet, heavy breaths of exhaustion. You glance down and move a strand of her hair with your finger; she looks passed out from fucking you. Jeongyeon angles her head to look at you, a wide grin beaming on her face. You greet her smile with your own before pecking her forehead as the world around you fades to black.

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The only sound you could hear in the depth of the night were the crashing of waves on the beach. The moon having disappeared from the night sky, you sit back and watch the endless process, deep in your thoughts. You wonder why start now? Why tell Jeongyeon all these things after she got engaged? As much as you want this moment of happiness to remain forever, you knew things would be different when the sun rises. It doesn’t change the fact that she was still wearing her engagement ring from the night before. 

A warm feeling surrounds your body and breaks your introspection. Jeongyeon, who you quietly left unconscious in the hut, is cuddling you on your left side. You look at her while she gently brushes her nose against your shoulder before giving it a peck. You move a finger to direct her eyes toward yours and lean in for an intimate kiss. 

“Something bothering you baby?” she quietly asks. You look away from her trying to give an answer. It takes you a while before you create one.

“You’re still engaged,” you whimper with a hint of sadness. “You’ll still get married to that guy. I-I-I just…”

Jeongyeon places a finger on your lips, cutting you off. Removing her finger from near your mouth, she runs her opposite hand on the shiny ring, taking it off. She uses whatever strength she has to toss it into the ocean. You remain silent, raising your eyebrows watching her actions. 

“That's what I presume is a thousand dollar ring,” you say. She laughs at your reaction and response. 

“Was a thousand dollar ring,” she quips. The two of you giggle before she pushes you down on the sand.

Jeongyeon slides off your trousers once more; your erection springing back to life. She grins at you before kissing you once more. A trail of her lips leave marks on your neck, chest, and stomach until she reaches your hard shaft. You moan with delight as you watch her lick the tip of your cock, then caressing it with her hand and kneading it. Looking at you with a seductive stare she slowly takes your length inside her mouth, causing you to roll back your eyes.

“You’re so fucking good,” you groan. Seeing you convulse in pleasure she smirks before teasing you some more by slurping on your cock at a gentle pace. Though you can’t visibly see her, you feel her take more of your length as her mouth goes down on you until your shaft is fully settled in her throat. 

Deciding to pick up the slack she bobs her head up and down, increasing the speed she’s taking your cock in her mouth. Your hands struggle to find something to cling to; your breaths become more frantic as her spit drivels down your shaft. You catch a piece of her hair but she pushes it away from her, locking your right hand on the ground with hers. 

The thoughts that bothered you moments ago were now an afterthought. You relish your best friend - lover, slurping down your cock. Among your soft puffs and whimpers, her messy and loud gags, and her wet tongue slathering the sides of your length with her saliva, all you cared about now was to release for the second time tonight. Jeongyeon seemed to understand this - though you couldn’t verbally communicate it to her - taking you in her throat with seemingly no gag reflex. Seizing your shaft with her hands, freeing yours from its harsh grip, she pumps it at an erratic pace. It doesn’t take much time before you lose control over your throbbing cock.

A lengthy groan briefly precedes your second orgasm; her mouth having pulled away from your full length. Your cock emits plentiful streams of white, her face being the canvas of your shots. While you catch your breath, she licks her face, taking a swig of your seed before catching you off guard by tidying your shaft clean of whatever cum you had left.

Slowly she crawls up to you, sprawled on the sand, your face enveloped in the pleasure you just had. Placing her head below yours, she nuzzles her nose against your neck and you wrap an arm around her in response. A brief kiss, an exchange of ‘I love yous,’ and your bodies tangled in loving embrace followed before sleep called you for the night.

You fall into unconsciousness, still unsure about tomorrow, but for tonight, she was yours. 

Invitation (Yeji - Itzy)

Promotion was always a cause for celebration. Today was no exception. In fact, you should double down on it.

The company announced your name as one of the new board of directors beginning next month. Not only did you get a say in future business moves, but by institutional rules, you were given a stake in the firm, in addition to your increased salary. This was well deserved; you’d given your blood, sweat, and tears to the firm for a little over five years. Your advancement was met with cheers; some even hinting at a future as Director or even CEO. 

Which is why you were surprised when the chairman gave you two weeks off. You were dedicated to working for the firm, you never considered taking a break. The higher-ups noticed you never used a single day off that was provided as per company policy. You protested against it, but he assured you that nothing would happen while you enjoyed yourself. 

Walking out of the office that day felt unusual for you. Rather than commemorating your achievement, you were struggling to figure out how. Turning to your long time friend, now co-worker, you sought for advice by inviting him out for dinner at a Japanese restaurant you frequented. 

“Well, what did you have in mind?” your friend asked, slurping down a bowl of ramen.

“I’m not sure! I don’t have anywhere to go, let alone what to do,” you replied, chugging down a bottle of sake.

“Anywhere to go, huh? Wait! I got an idea.”

Pulling a laptop from his bag, your friend opened up Google and searched up a website. He placed it at a position where both of you can look at it properly. On the screen were a selection of expensive looking rooms, high-rise buildings, and amenities like swimming pools, clubs, and malls. 

“Isn’t this the most expensive hotel in the city? Why would I book that?” you questioned.

“You have enough money to book two weeks off! Besides, you still drive that shitty ass car and live in that crummy ass apartment for some reason,” your friend retorted. 

You involuntarily nod your head, confirming his response. Staying at an expensive hotel and temporarily living lavishly couldn’t be that bad. You took his laptop and reserved the most expensive rooms available for two weeks. 

“Sounds like a good idea,” you say, handing over his laptop back. “And you’re coming with me.”

“What do you mean I’m coming with you?” 

“I’ll tell your manager to put you on leave. My orders.”

“Are you shitting me--ugh. Why did I have to get involved in this?” your friend grumbles, facepalming at what he just got himself into.

The following Monday you packed your luggage and waited for your friend to pick you up. You stepped out the door as soon as you heard the horn of his car. Not an excitable model, but it was better than the second-hand you still drive everyday to office. Immediately your friend notices the three huge bags you have compared to his sole suitcase; ignoring you asking for help fitting them inside the boot.

“We’re not leaving the country,” your friend said, watching you step inside his vehicle.

“I’m kinda antsy about the whole experience. Can’t help it,” you shrugged.

After two hours of driving you arrived at the hotel. A valet rushed over immediately seeing your car parked in front of the entrance, taking the keys from your friend and leading the car away. Another attendant assisted in carrying your baggage. Stepping inside the hotel lobby both of you were met with a welcome drink as well as kind greetings. While you waited in the queue, your eyes explored the vicinity, and something caught your attention.

A crimson streak sauntering from a distance, alongside three other figures, walking towards one of the exits. Squinting you saw her eyes, though they were not looking at you, that were fierce yet angelic. At that moment you wanted to drop everything and run to her, but your focus was broken by your friend shaking you out of it.

“Yo! What were you looking at?”

“Uh...nothing, that’s all.”

“Huh. Well it’s our turn now, dummy.”

Few hours after you’ve checked into your own separate rooms, your mind still lingers on the beautiful girl you spotted. Perhaps that was a fleeting moment, that you’d likely never see her again. Part of you regretted not asking your friend to wait and just run after her, but alas, maybe it wasn’t meant to be. 

That night you and your friend went out to the hotel’s viewing deck and restaurant. You were overlooking the city, shining bright with the lights of cars, rooms, and other insignificant places. Again your mind is snapped back to reality when your friend calls out your name to place an order.

“Hey! What’s going with you, man?” your friend questions semi-angrily.

“Nothing. Just thinking, that’s all.”

“If you wanted to think then you should probably have stayed in school. Now order up! This waiter is patiently waiting for us.”

Glancing at the menu while your friend apologizes for the delay, you find what you’re looking for and request that. As you tilt your head, something catches your attention in the distance. From far away, you spot her again. The crimson-haired woman, with her friends, taking their seats presumably just having arrived at the restaurant. Her eyes were stealing your curiosity, but her smile and laugh left you wanting her. In what seems to be a running gag between you and your friend, he waves his hand in front of your face, bringing your consciousness back to him. 

After food, drinks, and conversations about considering a new apartment and car, you told your friend you needed a bathroom. Leaving him you subtly passed by the table where the girl and her friends were sitting, only to find no one there. Weaving your way through some people you head towards the bathroom, but suddenly your body is yanked away by a pair of arms towards another room. You barely have time to react as you find yourself inside a stall, the door locked, and you, trapped with another person. Her.

You find the crimson figure staring you down with her dragon-like eyes. The one whom you’ve taken a liking to. It seemed like she found you before you did. Not a word came out from your mouth, except some moans. She has seized your balls and started kneading it. She watches you squirm and groan with delight as her hand stroked your pants, your erection reaching full length. You want her to remove any restraints and fuck her right there, but instead she riles up your cock to near climax before stopping short, leaving you in agonizing pain.

“Why would you--”

“If you want me, come and find me,” she says, placing a finger near your lips, cutting you off. She unlocks the door again and leaves you behind in the stall. Part of you wanted to imagine that it was merely a dream, but the hurt your nuts were feeling says otherwise.

Returning to your friend, he asked what took you so long. Diarrhea was your excuse. He had doubts, but for the most part he seemed okay with your answer. In your head, you were still finding out the answers about earlier. Does she know you want her? Does she know you were looking at her earlier? Does she want me too?

The next few days were uneventful. You tried looking everywhere in the hotel, but neither her nor her friends were to be found. It’s almost as if they were mirages or hallucinations in your head. You had a new thing to worry about, which was both good and bad. Your friend knew nothing about it, and you made sure he never will.

Almost a week has passed since you booked into the hotel. Sunday night you wanted to try out the club, since that was the only amenity you haven’t visited yet. Your friend wanted to stay in his room to watch movies, but you nagged him into joining you, much to his disdain. Both of you headed inside the club, filled with the smell of sweaty bodies, tasty food, and intoxicating beverages. Your senses were overwhelmed by the thumping music blasting over the speakers, to the point where you have to yell everything you want to say.

“I’m gonna go get us some drinks then I’ll see if there’s any girls we can score tonight,” you echoed to your friend. He makes a gesture that you couldn’t understand. So you left him and went to the counter to get a pair of bottles.

At the counter, you request a couple of bottles of Henny. To your surprise, the lady serving there looked eerily familiar. She sported brown hair locked in a ponytail, and you found her features really cute and endearing. 

“...Julia, huh?” you say, staring at her name tag attached near her left breast.

“It’s actually Jisu, but Julia or Lia sounded really catchy,” Jisu answered. You silently nod in agreement as she hands over your bottles.

“You look really familiar; I saw you with your friends a few days ago.”

“Oh them? Ha, I’m sure you’re already acquainted with one of them,” she winks.

“So you...know?”

“Know about what?”

“...Nevermind.”

“How about this. My friends are there dancing and having fun; show them a good time, why don’t you?” she said.

Taking Jisu’s advice as a hint to finding her friends and maybe getting to know them better, you leave the counter with your bottles and reunite with your friend. Raising your bottles, you tried to explain everything to your friend, seemingly paying attention to you.

“Guess what? I found a waitress who looked really familiar...she said her friends were there and she wanted me to have a good time with them.”

“...Yeah, sounds like the drinks are getting to you really early then.”

“I barely downed half a bottle, dipshit. Anyway, I don’t even know how I’ll be able to spot them in that huge crowd over there. And don’t even get me started on my dancing skills, they’re really--”

Suddenly your eyes catch a glimpse of a blonde woman, dancing and moving to the beat of the music. You couldn’t finish what you were saying, but you didn’t care. You rose up from your seat and started sauntering towards her. Your slight drunkenness made it easier to bop to the classic disco song that started playing in the background. She was now shaking her ass in front of you while dancing too, flashing a little smirk doing it. As the song finished, both of you got off the dance floor, her arms snaked around your neck.

“Impressive. You do know how to dance,” she complimented.

“Yeah well, a drink or two certainly helped,” you replied before letting out a slight belch. She laughs.

“I saw you talking to that waitress over there, did she tell you everything?”

“Probably. Are you her friend?”

“Maybe…follow me.”

She releases her grip on you and leads you off the dance floor and down the stairs to the basement floor. Compared to ground level, it was calmer and more relaxed. There was a stage with a pole placed at the center. You noticed a few sleeping bodies on some of the seats, even though it was only a little over 10 p.m. You followed her into a hallway draped with red curtains, and she walked into one of the last ones on the left side. Beyond the curtain was a private lounge, a couple of mirrors, and she pushed you on the couch.

“Wait here. I promise you, she’s coming.” she says, leaving you with a smirk as she exited the lounge.

“Hopefully she’s not the only thing coming tonight,” you remarked alone.

Patience for you started to wane when two hours passed and you were still sitting in the private lounge by yourself. You tried calling your friend, but he wasn’t answering your calls or texts. Boredom forced you to order some food and when the waitress arrived, you watched her hourglass figure bend over serving food on the couch. But you resisted any urges and just ate. Just as you were feeling like you were about to leave, she arrived, leaving you speechless.

The crimson haired figure, her presence, her eyes, looking down on you. You were paralyzed. 

“Guess you’re better at this game than I thought you were,” she said. “I never thought you’d find me, yet here we are.”

You remained still on the couch, your eyes gazing her body down like she was a perfectly sculpted work of art. 

“I brought something to make things more comfortable for the both of us,” she added, holding a bottle of alcohol in front of you. 

“You blue-balled me last time,” you finally spoke. 

“Mmm, and now you won’t have to experience that again,” she replied, drawing closer to you.

“So this is my reward for ‘finding’ you?” 

“Yes. But I want to play some more.”

“And what’s in it for me?”

“You get to sleep with me tonight.”

Your eyebrows are immediately raised at that proposal. Sleeping with an incredibly hot girl that loved to tease? Who wouldn’t say no to that?

The girl straddled herself on your lap, slowly spreading your legs apart. 

“But, only on one condition,” she added, licking her lips while staring down your crotch.

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Only cum when I tell you to cum.”

Those words gave you a tingle down your spine. But you had little time to react to that as she followed up with a warm kiss on your lips. Hums came from your mouth as she started gyrating her hips in front of your crotch, keeping the kiss together. It doesn’t take long before your erection springs free, restrained only by your layers of undergarments. She notices it making near contact with her, and smirks as she pulls away from your mouth.

You watch her intently undress your shirt and pants, making quick work of them both. She glances your hard cock before looking at you again, then much like the bathroom incident, seizes it quickly, giving it a couple of quick strokes. You gasp like before as she pumps your shaft at a quick pace.

“Fuck, you like doing that don’t you?” you murmur.

“You’re so hard for me and we haven’t even gotten to the best part,” she replies, before upping the speed of her handjob.

Pleasure ran through your veins like a jolt of electricity. It nearly overwhelms you to the point of release, but you remembered her agreement, so you desperately fight the itch to cum. After what seemed like an eternity to you, she released your cock from her maddening grip. 

Your eyes were rewarded when she strips her clothes off. She watches you admire her and gives you a devilish grin with each layer of clothing tossed aside. Both of you in equal nakedness, she grabs the bottle of alcohol she brought and pours it over her chest, letting it drip down her body. Straddling between your legs again, she moves the bottle over your mouth, as if she’s giving you an order to drink it. You take the hint and chug whatever liquid remained while she gently strokes your shaft. Your mind is now intoxicated from both pleasure and drunkenness, you don’t notice her grab your belt from the floor and slowly tie your hands together before leaving another kiss on the cheek.

“Remember: only cum when I tell you to cum. Got that?”

“Of course...miss...miss...?”

“Yeji,” she grins. Despite your tipsiness, at least you recognized her name after a long time of finding.

Your vision barely remains stable as Yeji slowly inserts herself on your cock. Moans followed you both while you tried moving your hands, unaware that they’re now cuffed. 

What wasn’t restrained, however, was your shaft, piercing her tight walls. The two of you grind your hips against each other, your intent being to fill her inside with as much of your length as possible. Each drive prompted a rapturous shriek; she threw her head back and her arms grabbed your neck trying to hold on from each thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck you’re so fucking hard! Faster! You feel so fucking good!” she exclaims, working you up to drive into her at a higher velocity.

Moving an arm to claw your hair and the other pushing your head toward her chest, you bite and nibble on her right nipple, giving her more ecstasy. You can feel her wet juices cloak your shaft as you slide into her. She pushes your head away from her breast and pulls you towards her lips to catch a brief kiss. After a few more strokes Yeji’s body quivers above you as she reaches her orgasm. Your cock twitches when her cum rushes all over, making the already difficult task of not cumming near impossible. 

“I’m gonna cum soon,” you blurt out.

“Mmm, remember what I said baby. Only when I tell you to.”

It was becoming a problem for you to restrain yourself any longer. Detecting your inevitable release, Yeji pulls herself out of you then drops to her knees. She starts stroking your cock at a rapid pace, occasionally licking the tip with her tongue, coursing glee all over your body. Your brain couldn’t take it any longer, and you let out a loud groan as you spilled your seed over the floor. You were drowning in pleasure to realize you lost her game, causing her to shake her head in disappointment. 

“What a shame. And I thought you were gonna be the one this time,” she laments, dressing up and leaving your inebriated body in the lounge. Unconsciousness follows you shortly after.

When you regain consciousness, you find yourself lying in your own hotel bedroom, dressed in nothing but your boxers. Getting up you are also suffering from a horrible headache, unaware of how you got there. After putting on something reasonable, you receive a text from your friend who’s eating breakfast on the ground floor. 

I know everything, bruh. lol

Joining him for breakfast, the two of you ate in awkward silence. Part of you regretted this hotel trip because of that embarrassing incident, and another still wanted to find Yeji or her friends, wanting a second chance. You broke the stillness when you asked him how he found you there.

“So how did you find me?”

“Hotel staff did. I actually left you before all that shit happened.”

“And how did you know?”

“I...uh...know someone in here who knows and told me everything.”

“Don’t tell me you ran off with another girl, did you?”

“No! Of course not. Of course not. Why would I?”

Your friend explained his side of the story with a stoic, neutral expression, but something tells you that wasn’t the whole thing.

Stumble (Joy - Red Velvet)

Sixty. Seventy. Eighty. Seventy-five. Eighty. Sixty. Forty. Twenty. Zero.

You were cruising along the highway for your annual silent retreat. No social media, no mail, just you. Or so you thought you were.

On the side of the road you find a girl outside her van, seemingly frustrated. There was no obligation for you to help, but for some reason you were compelled to act with kindness. Pulling over a fair distance from the girl’s van, she notices you and immediately runs to your car for help. As you step out of the vehicle, your eyes catch hers, and you find her features and face gorgeous to behold. Maybe there was a reason after all to help her.

“Sorry for bothering you! Can you please help me?” she says, breaking your attention from her beauty.

“Of course, what do you need?”

You follow her back to her van. As she steps inside the driver’s seat, you notice her slender legs and jean shorts. She attempts to start the engine; it struggles in response and lets out a few disgusting fumes out of its exhaust. After that, she exits the van again and waves a gesture signaling it won’t run. You open the hood, and notice the battery emitting smoke. 

“Well I see the problem, the battery’s practically cooked.” you say, covering your nose with your shirt.

“Ah really? Well fuck,” she replies. “I should have known to replace it earlier.”

“I can call in a replacement, not sure when it will be available though.”

“No! It’s okay, I can do that myself, thank you though.”

She pulls her phone out and calls in for a battery. Overhearing the conversation you discover it could be delivered tomorrow. Hanging up, she gets frustrated and upset over her predicament. You can’t help but quietly giggle at how cute she is when she’s angry. You didn’t want to leave her alone in this situation, as much as you wanted some time for yourself. 

“You shouldn’t be here all night,” you say. 

“I have no choice! I had a perfect trip planned out, but this van had to shit itself,” she vents.

“You can travel with me. I have a nice place I’m going to, it’s much more comfortable than staying here.”

“What about the van?”

“Forget about the van, I’m worried that you might catch a cold or get attacked by some animal from the woods. We can come back for it tomorrow.”

She raises her eyebrows at your proposal.  Part of her thinks you’re hitting on her, the other thinks you’re genuinely kind enough to offer your place, even if it was only for a night. She ran to the back of her van and opened its storage. You were shocked at the load of baggage she was carrying, like she was moving houses or something of similar nature. 

“Thank you,” she smiled, seemingly accepting your offer. You didn’t bring a lot of things with you, so you transferred your bags to the backseat while she placed hers on your boot. 

“I never got your name,” you ask, stepping inside your car’s driver seat.

“It’s Park Sooyoung,” she answers, joining you in the passenger seat. “But you can just call me Sooyoung.”

Getting back on the road you offered Sooyoung the aux cord, but she kindly declined. To fill in the awkward silence, you try to make conversation with her.

“Where were you supposed to go anyway?” you ask.

“Anywhere...if I’m being honest,” she replies, looking out the window. “I just wanna travel wherever for the sake of traveling.”

“Are you...homeless?”

“Of course not, idiot!” she suddenly turned and hit your lap. “Does this face look homeless to you?”

“No no no! That’s not what I meant!” you yelled. “I was just asking an honest question!”

Sooyoung pouted at your response, showing her lack of trust in your answer. 

“I used to work in modelling. Paid really well, but I didn’t feel free doing it. Too many restrictions.”

You wanted to joke about her crummy van, but her eyes and her voice tell you she doesn’t fondly like talking about her past. Instead you decide to change the conversation to your story.

“Well I work in finance...and that’s it. It doesn’t pay well, but it also sucks. I get some time off once a year, so I’m trying to take a break.”

Quietness filled the vehicle again, your attempt at conversing seemingly failed miserably. So you just kept shut and drove for another hour until all you could see was greenery and trees. Turning a corner you go off the road and begin spotting a few wild animals passing by. Finally, you could see in the distance a brown roof and beige cabin, indicating you have reached your destination.

The house that greeted both of you in the woods was modest and welcoming enough to feel nostalgic. Inside you and Sooyoung dropped your belongings; you had a few bedrooms and provided her with one of them. 

“So what do you do here every time you visit?” Sooyoung asks.

“I just enjoy the beauty of nature. It’s not often I get to see nothing but greenery with my line of work. And people are annoying too.”

She laughed at your answer; you feel like she related to it in some way, especially after sharing her story. Near your house was a lake you used to fish at, but you forgot your fishing gear this time, so you head out alone. Sooyoung followed you a few minutes behind, unaware that the path she’s walking on is one that requires some experience. She stumbles trudging down a hill, her screams filling the nearby surroundings. You are able to catch her before she possibly gains an injury, falling on your back with her body wrapped in your arms.

“Oh my god, are you all right?” she panicked, immediately checking for your health by shaking you. It takes you a few moments before you say something.

“I’m...fine,” you grunted, her intense shaking gradually slowing. “Tis but a scratch.”

Sooyoung sighs in relief, happier about you being well than you saving her. Your eyes meet hers for a few minutes, the tension growing by the second. She realizes her body is still held by you, so she pulls away, stands up, and breaks the suspense. She helps you  get up on your feet and wipes off your dust before you two continue walking together to the lake.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can run back and get the medical pack,” she says, still looking at you with concerned eyes.

“Don’t worry about me,” you reply, smiling at her and placing a hand over her shoulder. “I’m glad you’re not hurt.”

She wastes no time getting her top and shorts off once the two of you get there, flaunting her perfect body in a red bra and matching underwear. You ogle at her sexiness; admiring how she moves like she never really left her modelling profession. Only when she calls your name from the water inviting you to join her does your attention snap. You immediately get your shirt off and rush to her. The both of you realize you have developed feelings for each other, even if you just met that same day. She smiles at you, her arms snaking around your neck, before pulling you near and meeting your lips with hers. You wrap your arms around her back as you make out passionately with her in the water.

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You carry her back to the cabin and lay her out on the floor, kissing her whenever you can. Again you remove your soiled shirt, followed by her hands holding your chest. Your hands roam her back and undo her bra, exposing her breasts, which you cup, letting out a squeal from her mouth. You gently kiss her belly then make it up to her right nipple, swirling it with your tongue before sucking it down. Sooyoung’s hands graze your hair and head, compelling you to take more of her tit. You comply and she lets out a few gasps before you switch to her other titty and do the same.

Drawing away from her, you realize it has gotten dark out. You take a couple of matches and light up the wood in the fireplace. Sooyoung did the handiwork of removing her underwear while you did those things. You rejoin her on the floor, cupping her face and leaning in to kiss her once more. She grabs the waistline of your shorts and slowly pulls them off, your bulge peeking out your briefs. Those follow immediately after, and her eyes widen seeing your erect cock hovering above her. 

“Fuck, you’re quite big,” she says, biting her lips.

As much as you loved her complimenting your cock, you had other plans first. You spread her legs wide and her cunt is now exposed for you to mess with. You move a finger around her clit to tease her, prompting a gasp out of her. Her back arches as you alternate between rubbing her pussy and putting a finger inside her wet cunt. She can’t contain herself as the pleasure generates louder and louder whines while you continue flicking her spots. 

“I’m close..” she whines. Your fingers swab inside her faster until her body quivers in orgasm. You pull out your fingers coated in torrents of her cum as you watch her undulate from her high. 

You weren’t done with her yet and so was she. You line up your cock against her pussy then impale her, creating a harmonious moan from you both. Slowly you thrust your dick in and out of her wet walls, gasps and groans filling the place. 

“Please, fuck me harder! You’re so fucking good!” Sooyoung begs.

You don’t hesitate to grant her request. You thrust into her faster while you dive in and nibble her neck. Her sounds have become uncontrollable that anyone nearby would assume a wild animal cry, not sexual delight. Sooyoung wraps her legs around your waist, refusing to let you go from her, but you never think of pulling away from her even once. 

Her nails scratch your shoulders and the back of your hair as you piston into her with overwhelming force, driving her to another orgasm. Your cock is coated with a layer of her liquid while you keep grinding through her high. Her pussy was clamping your dick like metals to a magnet, but she was so wet that you could enter and exit freely. Each pound you make sure she feels every inch of your length, watching her glazed eyes roll with pleasure. 

“I-I’m so close…” you whine, letting her know you were about to reach your limit.

“Fill me with your cum...don’t let go until you’re empty,” she groaned, her legs pushing you forward inside her.

Her words worked you up and it took only a couple more thrusts before you moan. Below your lower body tingles, loading her pussy with bursts of your seed. Slowly you pull your cock out from her, a line of wet semen leaving marks as you leave. You crawl your weak body beside hers and collapse. Sooyoung rolls herself over and plants her head beneath yours, wrapping an arm around you too. Both of you look each other in the eyes, satisfied and satiated. 

“When you smile, I’m also happy,” you whisper in her ear. Her face beams upon hearing your words, before laying down on your chest. You kiss her on the head before passing out with her in front of the fireplace.

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The following morning you wake up to the smell of something cooking. You notice Sooyoung is no longer lying on you. You get up and find her drinking coffee while looking out at nature, still naked. You surprise her from behind by coiling her with your arms and showering her neck and back with kisses. She giggles before grazing your hair and slightly pushing you away.

“We should go get my van now,” she says.

“It’s too soon for that,” you answer, before trying to kiss her again, but she pushes you away again. You jokingly sulk before you leave her and get showered and dressed. 

Driving back to the place where you first met Sooyoung you see the van still there as if nothing happened. Some time passes before the battery is replaced after a quick call. You help her move her bags to the back of her vehicle. Internally you hated that she was leaving already after what happened the night before, then she turns to you and gives you a quick peck on the cheek.

“Thank you for everything,” she says, before handing you a small paper with ten digits. “I hope we can meet again someday.”

You take the paper and kiss her back “I hope so too.”

She waves you a goodbye inside the van, which you return as the vehicle slowly disappears from your sight. Perhaps it was not a bad thing after all you helped Sooyoung out.

A week passed before you returned to your work in the office. As you enter the building, you find your boss somehow waiting in front of the entrance. She never does this at all, so you wondered what happened.

“Come with me now,” she orders in a stern voice.

“Huh? What do you mean?” 

She drags your hand and pulls you inside the premises. “I’m not gonna repeat myself,” she snarls.

“Why?  What did I do?”

“Sooyoung told me everything,” her answer caused you to widen your eyes. How does she know Sooyoung? Before you could think any further, you find yourself inside a private room with your boss.

“Fuck me like you fucked her, she told me you were a great fuck,” she commanded, seizing your pants and kneading your balls. You let out a small groan from your mouth.

“Y-yes, Ms. Joohyun.”

She gives you a harsh slap on the face. “No. When you want to address me, call me mommy. Understood?”

“Y-yes, mommy.”

Ball Control (Sunmi)

“…takes it across half-court…passes it to the corner…gets double teamed…kicks it outside…splash!”

“Fuck! That timeout cooled us off…they’re back up by three again,” the young man yelled in front of the television, accompanied by cans of energy drinks and fattening chips. Displayed on the expensive flat screen was a basketball game of high intensity, one could feel the presence of the arena even from home. 

“…takes it all the way to the rim but gets stuffed!”

“Damn this guy is very long! Fucking lockdown D,” he growls in front fo the projection, as if his frustration would change anything. 

Suddenly the door to the apartment opens, and Lee Sunmi is welcomed by the smell of overcooked food and spilled beverages all over the floor. She immediately recognizes who is responsible; surely a thief is much cleaner than her roommate. Trudging to the living room, she finds him watching the game intently. Swiping for the remote she then turns off the television.

“What the hell?” he snapped, his glare directed at his noona.

“I’m the one who should be asking that,” she snarled in response. Sunmi immediately points to the living room, calling his attention to the mess he made. “Go clean up your shit, you disgusting rat!”

His face scowled and showed obvious signs of resentment as he walked away. She observes his mouth making subtle movements, as if he’s saying something. 

“Are we forgetting whose apartment you live in?” she barked as he went to the closet and took out the vacuum. Turning away, she slumps back on the couch and powered up the television again. Taking bits of whatever leftover food was available, she snacks while paying attention to the match he was watching. He could overhear the commentary while cleaning. 

“Bitch…” he grumbled.

“I can still hear you…pig,” she answered. Guess he wasn’t as quiet as thought he was.

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The following morning, the man rose up very early to go on his morning run. He sneaks out of his bedroom, puts on his gear, then quietly checks to see Sunmi fast asleep. Gently opening the door, he leaves the apartment. Just as he is a few steps away from the entrance he hears a loud echo calling his name.

“Don’t forget to take out the trash!” the voice yelled.

He looks up at the building and finds her wide awake, glaring at your area. What the fuck? She was dozing off a few minutes ago, he thought! With a small sigh he walks back inside and follows her command.

Three hours later, he finds himself getting ready to go to his big day. He rushes out of the shower, finds his suit freshly ironed and puts it on. As he straps his bag on his shoulder and prepares to leave he hears his name called again by that familiar accent.

“Didn’t you forget something?”

He takes a moment to think. “Oh right, my jersey!”

“Not that, idiot!”

He takes another to think some more. His stomach grumbles in need of nutrition. Breakfast. Right.

Rushing to the kitchen he takes the egg sandwich she made. A brief thank you and he’s outta there in a flash.

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Loud cheers erupted inside the gym. They might not be as booming as that of a professional arena, but college hoops was no less intense than that of the big leagues. Friends, family, and visitors (some notable faces too) filled the seats and the place with cheers for the home team. The atmosphere was electric.  

He could hear the chants from within the locker room. The weight of the crowd was with every member in there, but even more so on his. Pressure was heavy for anyone competing in the national championship, yet the scrutiny and eyes were on his talent and leadership. Numerous individual hardware and labels like being the top player in the country would be for naught if the end result was defeat. He couldn’t care about the coach’s pregame speech, nor the thunderous yell of his teammates as they ran out onto the court. It was about the win and winning alone.

Opening quarter. Frustrations immediately grew as the visiting rivals in black took an early 27-11 lead. 16 point deficit in the biggest game of his life. Their athletic wings put his squad in handcuffs. Six turnovers to their sole turnover. Yikes. Despite the struggle, the chants were as strong as ever. No way he and the team were going out sad in the fucking championshop round. 

Another twelve minutes of action. They successfully fought back. 57-54. Three point deficit entering halftime. Some lucky breaks here and there (such as Taeyong getting into early foul trouble and the season’s top percentage three point shooter Mark missing all five of his attempts), but he was leading a strong charge despite the poor start. Buzzer sounds. Both sides head back to the locker. As he looked back at the roaring crowd, his eyes caught the ever familiar figure. Noona was in the audience watching him play. She was never fond whenever he watches basketball, now she’s there to observe him too? 

He couldn’t get his mind off her. Sunmi knew he played college ball, but of all times she went out to a game, it had to be the championship game? He tries to focus on coach's second half strategy, but to no avail. This isn’t the time to wander off. Like Troy Bolton once said, get your head in the game!

Third quarter. The away team were jumping and popping off, shooting lights out throughout  the period. 91-79, thirty-six minutes into the title match. Yells from both the crowd and the team overwhelmed his ears. One more chance to win it all, he thought, and so did the rest of his squad. The top ranking player was struggling to lead his team. Critics might say he falters under the brightest lights. Others would say he has no help (an argument could have been made; he was two rebounds and an assist away from a triple-double). Focus. Winning is all that matters at this point, even if it means taking it with his own hands.

Fourth quarter. He has begun catching fire. First three mid-range jumpers against multiple defenders, swish. Steal on Mark. Fastbreak layup, and one. Contested three over Jaehyun. Splash! 94-91 with only six minutes left to play. Catch a rebound. Go coast-to-coast, hard foul! He falls on the floor after running into the bruising Chenle. He feels his body go numb. Possible injury. Not on the biggest game of his life so far. No way.

Slowly he rises as the cheers boom all over the gym. He walks back to the bench glancing at the crowd. Noona’s still watching with a poker face. Was she not paying attention to what he pulled off earlier in the fourth? He takes a second or two to glance at her outfit. Damn, she looked good. But that was only for a fleeting time. Why think horny thoughts right now? Back to the game you go! Thankfully it was hard hit, but pain is the last thing on his mind, especially in the clutch.

The game’s pacing grinds to a halt. Stoppage after stoppage. Free throws on both sides. Some of the home starters fouled out, but some of the opposing team too. Less than a minute left. Game tied and the visitors have possession. They take their sweet time, running out the shot clock to give the home team less opportunity to score. Taeyong calls for isolation with his defender. Couple of dribbles, pull-up from mid-range...the whistle blow echoes as another foul is called. Bedlam fills the gym, both boos and bullshit being spewn. 

This doesn’t faze Taeyong as he hits his first from the charity stripe. Road team with the one point lead. Uproar grows louder, tension growing higher. Second one is released and it hits the side of the rim. Secured the defensive rebound. Time to win it all.

They have a timeout, but decide not to use it. Pass to the captain and the best player on the floor. Ten seconds on the clock. Call for an iso. One point deficit. It’s win or go home on the very last possession of the game. Ball in hand...dribble, dribble, dribble. Chenle with the task of guarding the handler, five seconds. To the right wing, outpacing the defender with a quick first step. Paint is all clogged, no choice but to shoot. Four...three...two...one. Never has silence been more loud than at that moment.

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His hands covered his face, filled with shame and anger and everything else in between. Encouraging words from teammates and coaches weren’t kicking him out of his mopey mood. Soon enough, everyone else had taken their showers and left, only he was left in the locker room. Suddenly, the door opens, and Sunmi finds her roommate quietly sitting alone in disgrace, tears falling from his eyes. Silently she grabs one of the chairs and sits right next to him, placing an arm on his back. 

“You played well today,” she whispers. “I’m impressed.”

Stillness filled the locker for a few minutes. Nothing. 

“That’s a performance to be proud of.” 

Another few minutes. No response either.

Sunmi nuzzles her nose against his ear. Noona was never like this the whole time he stayed with her. 

“It doesn’t matter,” he finally spoke, breaking the void of silence. “We lost the fucking championship.”

“And why did you decide to show up to the game today? I know you hate hoops or me watching hoops.”

“I wanted to support you,” Sunmi said, cupping his face and directing it toward hers. “As your noona, I care about you.”

“Since when did you start caring about me?” he spat with a flash of sarcasm.

“Ever since you moved in,” she replied, her silvery voice deflecting any negative sentiment. “I liked watching you work really hard, and your physical prowess showed it.”

Her hands roam his broad and toned shoulders, the results of months of strenuous training and maintenance. It isn’t obvious now, but something is stirring within him. With a soft smile, her lips peck his cheek. One hand wiping any tear left. 

He looks away from her, feeling more guilty about how he judged her preemptively and not noticing how much she helped him, even if he didn’t like it. “I’m sorry noona, but I really disappointed everyone rooting for us today.”

“You didn’t disappoint me. Besides, that last foul was complete BS. This is why I don’t like sports,” she chuckled. Her response got a little laugh out of him too. Slowly her other hand trails down to his crotch. “There are better ball games to play.”

Quietly he attempts to resist her subtle seduction, but it was feeble. Those few quick flashes of looking at her in the middle of the game should have been hints of attraction, but only now did he give in to her completely. Turning to her again, their lips meet together for the first time. His hands traverse her back until they reach her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Fuck, I am so wet for you,” Sunmi moaned between their kiss, tightening her grip on her roommate’s balls. He let out a gasp and broke away. 

“Shhh, not here,” he whispered. They smile at each other before leaving the locker. Rather than take the team bus, like he normally did, she pulled him away to her expensive car. Where did she get that, he wondered. She looked really expensive showing up to the game. But when you have a 65 inch television in your apartment, it wouldn’t have surprised him if she was suddenly wealthy. Had she been the one scouting for their university, she’d have offered rich things to join their side all those years ago.

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Carrying Sunmi back to their apartment was way easier on his body than carrying his squad for 48 minutes. They couldn’t keep their lips apart for more than five seconds from the car to inside their place. Once home, he heads straight to his bedroom, her legs coiled around his waist. Sunmi pushes him onto the mattress before meeting his gaze with a passionate look of lust. 

“I didn’t expect you to fall for me, noona,” he said, admiring the foxy woman above him.

“I know you secretly like me too,” she murmured. He normally hears her sharp, stern voice everyday, but this was the first time it felt smooth, alluring, and somehow, comforting. 

Her deft hands make quick work of his buttoned shirt, then tossing it away. Sunmi licked her lips while running her palms all around his chest and upper body. Each soft touch sent chills down her spine. Light breaths could be heard coming from his mouth, as she dove into him, planting kisses in select places of his body, including his abs. His hands tugged against the fabric of her shirt; she took the hint and raised her body, lifting it over her head and exposing her bare breasts. She didn’t wear a bra to the game, he wondered, but that quick thought disappeared as her lips met his own once more. 

He could hear the sound of his belt from being unbuckle, a small woosh as it flew off the bed. Not long after his pants come off, and so does his underwear, freeing his erect penis. Sunmi nudges her forehead on his, while her hand stifles his cock. A wide grin forms on her face seeing him moan with her teasing. Moans turned into soft but sharp profanities as she kept fondling his balls to the edge. Little bits of disappointment follow when she pulls away from him again.

Sitting above his wide body, she pulls off her joggers. His eyes point out the damp puddle on her panties. She runs a finger down to her soaking clit. 

“See how wet I am? It’s been like this since you started living with me,” dropping it casually like a normal conversation between friends. They weren’t very close at all, until tonight.

She assists his hand in guiding her undergarment down her slender legs before flinging it with their other clothes on the floor. Hesitation prevents his finger from following her lead to her moist clit. 

“Are you sure about this, noona?” he asked, with a hint of concern.

“If I wasn’t okay with it I’d never lead you,” she replied before taking his finger to feel her wetness. Sunmi let out a gasp upon making contact.

He took the hint and stretched his arm inside her, hitting random spots. Screams of pain quickly turn into pleasure as by some luck, he finds his sensitive target and starts poking at it. Her nails claw into his thick thighs, begging to nudge at that part more. Like a good team player, he obliges without saying a word, her shrills echo all around the bedroom. A handful of strokes and she gushes over his finger. Her body twitches in climax as he slowly pulls out from her wet area.

Few minutes pass. Sunmi isn’t done just yet. Her cat-like figure crawls over her roommate’s lying body, her taut nipples directly hovering above his face. Some of her juices drip on his cock, making him gasp gently. That was more than enough for lubrication. Her arms reach for the drawer next to the bed, finding it empty. No matter. Stretching herself over him, she lowers herself onto his shaft; his hands placed on her waist. Both collectively groan as he impales his dick inside her.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted.

“And you’re so big,” she returned, their exchange  filled with heavy breaths. 

Placing both palms on his chest, Sunmi began grinding her hips against his dick. Hands moving toward her ass and giving it another squeeze, her soft moan turned to a gasp. 

“Mmm! Fuck! Do that again.”

Without hesitation he repeats the previous action, groping her rear and letting a few more high-pitched screeches out. His cock wasn’t idle while that was happening. His own hips gyrated wanting to feel more of her wet insides. With her mouth agape and eyes closed, she continues to ride him, increasing in speed.

“Don’t stop…give me all your hard cock…don’t stop fucking me.”

Her nails digging through his chest, Sunmi rocked back and forth with each thrust, her breasts bouncing freely. His cock pistoned inside her tight walls, flesh slapping each other could be heard between coarse language and the name of their roommate. Both parties’ breaths were becoming rapidly unstable.

Any thought of losing, the loud crowd, the bullshit foul play, was all in the past. He is completely submerged in noona’s heat; having no recollection of the mistreatment and inconvenience she had against him. All he cared about right now was plunging his cock deep inside Sunmi’s pussy.

“Noona, I’m so close,” he grunted between gasps.

“Fill me, don’t stop until you’re empty.”

“But is that-“

“I’m safe. Fill me with all your cum,” she interrupted, assuring him with that statement.

Sunmi slammed her waist harder on her roommate’s cock, her face covered with glee feeling every inch inside her. He couldn’t contain it any longer. A handful of thrusts and he feels his lower half quiver frantically as he let out a powerful groan, reaching his orgasm. His throbbing cock spilled warm, thick flecks of cum inside her womb. She bites her lips for a moment before belting a loud moan feeling his seed within her. A minute passes before she slowly pulls herself from his softening penis, body still trembling from receiving her roommate’s orgasm. Collapsing her head on his chiseled figure, her hand holds his, wanton lust turning into romance. A smile formed on his exhausted face, placing his hand over her raven-colored hair.

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Minutes, maybe an hour passed before his mind wandered back to normality. He notices his hand placed on his own chest, Sunmi nowhere to be found. Gingerly getting off the bed, he limps around the apartment, legs still wobbly from the passionate sex. Ears caught the sound of running water, so he trudged to the bathroom. Inside he finds noona cleaning herself, her shapely figure giving him a hard-on. Quiet as a mouse, he joins her in the shower, gently wrapping his arms around her waist.

He peppers her back with kisses, trailing from her neck to near her ass. The tip of his cock meets a spot outside of her ass. A small gasp came out of Sunmi’s mouth. 

“You’re hard again.”

“How couldn’t I be when I find noona taking a shower?” he whispered before pecking her shoulder. Her hand reaches behind her back and seizes his cock, stroking it and causing him to moan in pleasure.

“Fuck me in the ass.”

Her command riled him up to action once more. Planting her against the wall, he looks down and sees her ass stick out in an act of seduction. With no resistance, he slowly inserted his cock inside her again, earning a cry from her lips. Clamping her hands, he slowly grinds his hips into her backside. 

“O-oh-fuck, that feels so good...every time,” she moaned, pleasure returning to her face.

He continued to pound her tight posterior, building up the speed, the sound of flesh slapping flesh growing louder. Pumping into Sunmi’s cunt was as thrilling as catching fire on the court, if not better. Her loud grunts were as motivating as the cheers of a crowd, if not more stirring. If not for his eyes involuntarily shutting in enjoyment, he sees her back up against his shaft. Taking the hint he drives his cock deeper into her ass, his stomach quivering as they approach their end.

“I-I’m gonna cum again,” he blurted.

“Fuck yes...me too...fill my ass baby.”

Her words and stretched out pussy were enough to push him over the edge. One more thrust and he rolled his eyes as he came inside her for the second time. Sunmi’s moan reverberated throughout the bathroom as more shots of his seed filled her womb. Soon, only flowing water and rapid breaths could be heard while he slowly pulled out of her ass, fucking her in two positions and both being the best she’s ever had. He gazed down and watched his cum drip down to her thighs, amazed at the amount he still had even after the first fuck. Turning to face him, Sunmi snaked her arms around his neck and passionately made out with him again.

Breaking the kiss, his eyes met hers. “Noona...fuck…” he huffed.

A warm grin made up her smile. Pulling him into a caring embrace, there were no more words needed to describe how he felt with her that night.

Sunscreen (Im Nayeon)

Sunscreen

“You forgot what now?”

“Sunscreen. I forgot to bring the sunscreen again,” Nayeon replies, her hands rummaging through her purse.

Again and again you constantly reminded Nayeon to remember bringing important items. Her phone during an important business meeting, her wallet during a date, and her in-ear monitor during one of the music show performances were just a few notable instances of her negligence. It seemed like she was doing it on purpose.

There was no way you were driving back home just to get that sunscreen. The city was two hours away and you woke up at four o'clock just to get to the beach before the crowds arrived. Nayeon on the other hand, had other ideas.

“Wait…I know where I put my sunscreen now,” she says, letting her long robe fall on the sand, revealing her swimwear and her thighs.

“Okay, now where is–” you stop yourself short, gazing down her body. You paid close attention to her thighs you don’t notice her sauntering towards you.

Nayeon pulls down your shorts, your erection springing free from its restraints, then seizes your cock. Her hands work their magic, stroking your shaft, soft moans leaving your mouth. You were unable to resist her touch as she ramps up the speed, causing you to cum over her thighs in the early hours of the day.

“Found it.”

Crackin in Taiwan (Tzuyu)

Your body was in a state of peace and relaxation, with your head facing down against the table. You didn’t hear the sound of the door sliding open, then closing. The masseuse that was appointed to you was shaking nervously; but this was a temporary habit of hers.

Setting down her basket of lotions, oils, and towels with haste, the young girl’s hands were shaking with tension. As she spread the hot oil all over your backside, your muscles and joints were being stimulated. Her delicate hands were clutching your body with a mixture of comfort and shock. Anyone watching her would see the visible anxiety on her face and believe she’s a new employee. Those doubts would be challenged once she gets to work; her confidence now on full display.

She had one goal in mind; your pleasure and hers too.

The relief was so good you unintentionally let out some gas. Silently she giggles before turning your body over, facing the ceiling. Adding more of the aromatic oils to your chest and shoulders she continues pummeling you to rejuvenation. She opens one of the bottles, among the many made to loosen cramped or tight parts of your body, then pulls off your towel that was draped to your lower half. She applies the “oil” over your now erect shaft; your mouth letting out a few moans.

You weren’t aware of it, but soon you were massaging her too: on the inside. She climbed onto the table, then slowly impaled herself with your cock. Her hands pressed against your chest and upper body, still doing their part to soothe you. Your shaft is piercing her tight, wet walls, both of you letting out small curses of pleasure. Without trying to disturb you, she bounces her hips up and down your cock, taking in more and more of you in full. Your eyes were glued shut; she made sure to apply enough force to disable your sight long enough for her to do work. It takes a few more thrusts in her before you reach orgasm; hers following shortly after. A harmonious groan from you and your masseuse fills the room as you both shoot your cum at each other.

Another hour passes and the session is over. You weren’t exactly sure what happened, but you definitely knew that Taiwanese spas were cracking, that’s for sure.

(A/N: Wrote this thinking of that old KD tweet. If you know you know! 

Might drop a few quickies every few days, long one coming sometime before Wednesday.)

Bathtub (Miyeon)

Rainy Monday night. Entering the comfort of your warm home, you immediately head straight for the couch, slumping your body without any care in the world. Work was exhausting and you had four more days to go. You just wanted to go to sleep.

Thirty minutes later, your wife opens the door and finds you slumbering on the sofa. She is just as tired as you are. Unlike you, however, she has other ways of relaxing.

She heads inside the bathroom and prepares the bathtub. As the water gradually rises, she drops her layers of clothing, before adding soap to the water. There’s only one more missing element: the mood. Without waking you up, she sneaks around the living room to grab some candles, before lighting them up in the bathroom and livening up the atmosphere.

Slowly she dips her naked body into the tub until only her head and fingers remain visible. The scent of warm wax spreads from the bathroom to the rest of the house, which alerts your nose. It’s a sign that your wife has returned when the candles are used, so you wake up and slowly walk to the shower. You find her in the bathtub lying in peace, but you knew she was waiting for you. Having divested of all your clothes while going to the bathroom, you slowly climb the tub and tower over her.

Rub a dub dub, time to get dicked in the tub, you internally say.

Your erect cock gently lines up in front of her cunt. The lack of lubrication makes it a slight challenge for you, but eventually, you are able to insert yourself inside her. You both the air with your moans as you slowly thrust in and out of her pussy. Her hands involuntarily cling to your shoulder while you quicken your pounding inside her tight walls. It doesn’t take long before you both orgasm, spurting shots in her while her cum gushes over your throbbing shaft.

Her eyes open to meet your gaze as you slowly drop your body onto her, weak and heavy. Your bodies tangle in a warm, loving embrace, reassuring the other that everything will be okay.

Acceptance Speech (Dahyun)

“First of all, I’d like to say thank you to our…” *glug!*

Your hard shaft parted the mouth of Kim Dahyun, cutting off her sentence. While the other members were out celebrating their win after the year-end ceremonies in some party, you led her away back to your hotel room, somehow convincing her to take one of their three awards without any need for explanation.

Earlier that night you watched as everyone gave a small speech with each win, all but Dahyun. You wanted to hear her voice. The audience doesn’t deserve it anyway.

Looking beneath you Dahyun’s eyes met yours, glinting like the flash of media cameras and lightsticks of the cheering crowd. Her hands held your cock firmer than any music show trophy or Daesang. Pulling out your dick you meet resistance from her tongue, refusing to let it go. You drove it inside her again, muffled moans meet your shaft, charging your nerves with pleasure.

“Continue baby,” you blurted, placing a hand and grazing her hair.

Her voice vibrates on your cock with each subsequent word. “…Our Onces for continuing to support us this past year…mmm!”

Typical speech chatter. You weren’t an active streamer or voted in some meaningless poll like any fan on social media, but you provided oral support when they needed it the most.

“We would also like to thank our manager unnies and oppas for taking care of us throughout the year…mwah!”

Pull out of her again. She wasn’t exactly wrong though. Despite the overwork, they seem like kind people who treated the girls really well. You could take care of them better, you think for a moment. Shove it inside her gaping mouth more, her vocabulary stumbles. Eyes watering, she takes much of you, overwhelming it with noise and saliva.

*gurgle* “Thank you…to our producers who helped us make these songs…JYP-nim…” *croak!*

JYP. Something about that name riled you up, and not in a sexual way. A shot of frustration took over your bliss-filled psyche. Soon, you find yourself involuntarily thrusting in her quicker and quicker, both hands clawing her hair. Dahyun could barely form any coherent speech left, only louder cries of pleasure which worked you up even more.

“…We’ll…show…you…a…better…Twice…in…the…future…so…keep…supporting…”

You would have let her finish first, had you not finished right there. You feel your lower body quiver deliriously as your cock spews shot after shot of white in her mouth. Dahyun’s eyes go shut taking your seed before pulling away from you. You look again and find her cheeks puffed from your fill, before swallowing it all.

All you could do was pet her head, before handing her the trophy she took earlier.

Sure, others may have won more valuable awards in the music industry, but for you, you won the biggest prize that night.

Lotto (Mina - Twice)

The monetary prize for this week’s Super Lottery is now amounting to around $92 million, with around $70 million in estimated cash value. Your average joe throws in $2 in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, their stars align to earn the coveted prize. After taxes from the state, as well as federal demand for two years, one doesn't fully receive the full extent of your winnings. Most winners don’t value or know how to make the most of their cash, somehow. It’s a wonder how they struck out, let alone deserve to win.

You didn’t need any sort of luck with your revenue. Your blue Armani suit and Gucci shoes say so. Add a dash of Tom Ford perfume and now you feel like a million bucks. That shot of confidence will be needed as you step out of the company bathroom and into one of the elevators. It’s way past office hours at this point, but at the end of each month, behind closed doors, a secret meeting takes place. Hidden behind the regular elevator switches is a secret button with no corresponding floor level. Press it and the lift descends into the basement floor. It opens for you automatically and you step into a seemingly empty pathway. Walk for a few minutes, the lights grow brighter and brighter as you inch closer. A bouncer inspects your personals before he lets you in. 

The confidence you presented in that bathroom turns into mushy nervousness inside the private ballroom. Among those in attendance are executives, other celebrities, and even political officials, drinking and talking to each other. You are just a music producer who composes hits for some of the biggest names in the music industry. Gulp when you see your CEO spots you and quickly welcomes you to the secret ceremony. 

“At last you made it! I thought you wouldn’t show up after you wrote it off as a joke.”

It wasn’t a joke all right. When the CEO of the label gave you a proposal of an invitation-only ceremony that only the richest attended monthly, you thought he was making an elaborate joke with some of the worst stereotypes made about the entertainment industry. His chuckle said otherwise, but you assumed he had unusual behaviors. Then you heard a few more whispers and quiet gossip from fellow co-producers and up-and-coming names convincing you that maybe he might be onto something.

And he was.

Nod your head quietly and cautiously follow him as he introduces you to some notable names. It feels bizarre to see men like Jeff Bezos, Bob Chapek, and Bang si-Hyuk casually chatting in one section while Elon Musk shares a drink with Floyd Mayweather and JYP in another aisle. It’s almost like you entered a simulation –– if you weren’t already part of one. 

This secret meeting was less about how to control the masses and more about personal pleasure. All of them would have a chance to win a famous woman for one night if their number was picked out during the lottery. Scoff at the idea of possible fair opportunity, thinking that like most sports, it’s all been rigged from the start. Everyone in that room received cheers when their name and achievements flashed on the big screen, and you only got a handful of claps — mostly from the Asian figures in the room. Again, you just produced music and your decent stream of revenue was nothing compared to the gargantuas the big names were making. You weren’t one to waste time and ignoring this whole ordeal would have been better if you lost out on all the opportunities that night. 

After a round of drinks, the special meeting had begun. Before it officially started, every attendee, including you, chipped in $100,000 — chump change for most of these millionaires, if not billionaires. Some part of you feels disgusted taking part in an activity exclusive to the world’s elite. Sooner or later they might invite you to drink children’s blood or something. All eyes paid attention to the screen as well as the machine beneath. The first name flashed up. Dua Lipa. These names were only revealed during the selection itself, lest the organizers be sued under false advertising. The gentleman picks out one ball from the lottery machine and 54 is marked on it. Turn your attention to one of the CEOs you couldn’t care less about, pumping his fist in the air celebrating his win. 

Time slowly passed. Miss out on a few more names you liked. Margot Robbie, Lady Gaga, Zendaya, Jennie Kim, and Anya Taylor Joy. Your vision slowly blurs. Watching others flex their lucky draws was boring you immensely to the point of near drowsiness. Then suddenly your eyes widen at the next prospect: Myoui Mina of Twice. You didn’t care about your losses from the previous rounds; if there’s one round you needed to win, it was her. Losing this one would hurt more than anything else. Even if you won any subsequent selections, you would not be satisfied.

Time seemed to stop for a few moments as the lottery machine rolled out another ball. All you could do was breathe, fingers crossed, willing your victory into existence. For those thirty seconds, you ignored your status as a sort-of celebrity and felt more like an average joe. With a heart beating fast and gritted teeth, you carefully watch the man in charge of the drawing take the ball that decides one’s fate. Small chance of it being rigged? Maybe. Also likely for it to be exactly what you need. One hundred twenty-seven. Briefly glance at your own number. It matches the digit on the drawn ball. 

Bingo.

Hastily you rise from your seat and briskly walk up and receive your prize, to moderate applause. Part of you wanted to scream and flex like the others that came before you, but you’d be embarrassing yourself in front of some of the most powerful names in the world. Keeping the excitement to yourself with internal backflips, you receive your hotel key as you’re given instructions backstage to go to this location before the allotted time. 

Without wasting any more time, you rush to your designated hotel room. There you thought about celebrating, but once again, are reminded that you’ll stand in front of a very gorgeous woman. Best not to be messy for now, it’ll end up on the floor anyways. Pace back and forth the room a few times. It’s still 11:00 p.m. on your watch. Turn on the television and channel surf. Most of the night has been spent waiting and waiting. Patience is a virtue after all. 

Thirty minutes pass. Hear a knock on the door. Quickly you leap out your chair and rush to open the door, ready to make the most of your night. The wide grin on your face rapidly drops when it turns out to be a chicken delivery man who likely got the wrong customer. Hiding your slowly growing annoyance you hand out a generous tip before taking the food and slamming the door shut. 

The fake out demoralized you temporarily, but you remained optimistic. You could feel it in your bones that she would arrive soon. No way this one time you chose to partake in a lottery happened to be fraudulent since the richest people on earth were seemingly funding it.

Thirty more minutes passed as the clock struck midnight. This time you casually walked over to the door, trying not to get your hopes up in the event of another fake out. Open and your eyes gleam with wonder. Myoui Mina has arrived, wearing a shy smile on her face and a glittery dress perfectly tailored for her. 

Quietly you let her through the door. She knows she was groomed for this sort of event, and so do you. Nevertheless, you try to act gentleman-like to break the tension. You take a glance of her heavenly figure. From photos she already looked gorgeous, but in the flesh she stood out even more. 

Offer her the chicken wings you didn’t eat, she politely refuses. Grab the bottle of wine from the fridge, but she turns you down again. Mina wanted to proceed without any of the formalities.

“Whenever you’re ready,” she kindly says. Hearing her voice from recordings you received was music to your ears, but her soft dialect directly was orchestral. She was clearly there only for the assignment and nothing else. No matter, you were gonna put aside the classy act regardless of whether she accepted it or not. 

After taking another moment to let your eyes soak in her ethereal beauty, you nudge her near the bed and smear her lips with yours. It catches Mina by surprise, smudges of red lipstick mark sides of her cheeks. Stretch your mouth towards her ear, letting her hear your breaths.

“I’m going to make sure you cum as many times as humanly possible tonight,” you whisper with your most seductive accent.

Beneath your breath her features make a wide grin. Mina has had similar men make those familiar promises, but all they could do was make her feel cold, much less cum. This was different — the confidence, if not straight up arrogance, oozing from your words felt real, as if you were going to exert every last effort you could to make it happen. 

“Please. I wanna see you try,” she murmurs, anticipating your next move.

Catch her off guard again when you sneakily seize her body from her waist and toss her onto the wide mattress. Mina watches you quickly unbutton your pants, prompting her to run a hand through her dress and peel off her underwear, tossing it aside. You had been waiting long enough, you just wanted to get straight to fucking her hard, despite the layers of clothing you had.

Climb onto the bed, your erect shaft hovering over her lower half. Mina hikes her skirt up while biting her lips. You were already turned on by looking at her, this riled you up even further. 

“Give me that big cock,” she says.

You were happy to oblige, she didn’t need to say anything at all. Line up your dick on her cunt and immediately pierce her to the hilt. All you get from Mina is a heavy grunt and nothing else. She was accustomed to taking a cock from almost every kind of person; so the feeling is nothing new to her. Quickly ramp up the pace you grind your hips against her, your moans louder than hers.

“Fuck me hard,” she demands, wrapping her legs around your waist. Such words from her mouth come off as dull to others, but for you, it was needy and genuine.

Without hesitation you thrust into her faster, letting off the stress you were experiencing from earlier. She comes off as a cold, hardened person who just did what she was told, by routine. At least her clients were happy and she was getting paid for it. You were determined to crack that shell.

Lean on her neck and give it a gnaw, intensifying her soft groans. Combined with your increased pounding, her fingers clawed deep into the fabric of your shirt. Besides the stress from earlier, and proving you were a cut above the rest to Mina, you remember the losses from before. It shouldn’t be bothering you, as you won the one person you wanted, but your competitive side wouldn’t let it go. In response, you vent out your frustration through harsher and rougher strokes. The sound of flesh slapping grows louder, and so do both your groans.

Pulling on her black hair you feel your first stomach knot. You still have so many plans for Mina throughout the night, but her tight pussy was too good to resist. 

“I-I’m about to cum,” you whisper.

“Yes. Fill me with every bit of your load.” her voice is sweet but it’s apparent the feeling of being filled has become numbing.

A handful of strokes later and you hit your first climax; with a prolonged groan of her name your throbbing cock spills your first wave of cum inside her womb. Sliding your dick out you roll over beside her, panting and gasping for air. 

“Too soon,” she murmurs with a pout. “I was getting to like your cock too.”

Face her directly, an arm pulling her body close to yours, partially thinking it’s still a dream and you refuse to let go. 

“I’m only getting started,” you reply, getting a smirk in response.

Gently rise from the bed after a substantial amount of time passes. Mina takes the hint and follows your action. You get the rest of clothing off, tossing your shirt aside. She slides her dress off, exposing her breasts and taut nipples. You notice she does not have a bra on. Gazing at her perfect figure waiting, stroke yourself back to hardness. Notioning with your idle hand to make her come to you, you lean your back against the wall. Her hands join your sole hand in stroking you off, before pushing it away. 

Mina drops to her knees. Her tongue licks your sore tip, filling it with her saliva. You did not say a word yet she knows what you wanted. She’s always ahead of her clients when it comes to their pleasure. Your fingers dig through her skull, moving her head forward to take more of your shaft. Noisy hums vibrate through your dick the deeper she goes, tingling your nerves. Her eyes gaze upon you feeling satisfied with each slurp till your length is fully lodged in her throat. 

You motion a hand telling Mina to rise to your level. A loud pop escapes her mouth when she releases your cock. As she’s reaching your height you quickly seize her body and pin her to the wall, leaving a sore red spot on her neck with a smooch. Your hands trail down her figure, reaching her legs and slowly spreading them. You find her crotch, showing subtle signs of wetness. You’ve cracked her impenetrable shell. 

“Fuck, you’re wet,” you say, taking a mental snapshot of her moist pussy.

Mina licks her lips and looks down at her own wet spot, nodding to you once she sees it. You’re not kidding. At the very least you can say “I made Myoui Mina wet” to your friends, and your colleagues who’ve fucked her before. What a nice feat to boast about.

Lift her right leg then slowly insert your cock inside her soaked cunt again. The cold, firm image she’s displaying is gradually falling apart. You’ve been surprising her throughout the night, and she thinks you’ve got more left. Again you pump your shaft into her, steadily increasing the pace while clamping her hands to the wall. Her moans have grown from whimpers to stabilized groans. Mina has been fucked aplenty, but not to this level of uniqueness and creativity. Her pussy wasn’t the only thing you were stretching out. 

Leave purple and red marks on her collarbones, her whines filling the room. You were breaking her by the second and she’s loving it. Most winners only take photos and die out after one orgasm, but you were hellbent to fuck Mina’s brains out. Mina could feel her stretched out leg slowly wobble with each thrust, but she trusts you to hold her firmly as you reach your second orgasm. 

With a quiet gasp you let yourself go over the edge. Your throbbing cock emits another wave of seed inside her cunt, some spilling on the walls and on her thighs. Steadily holding her body you remain in that position for a few minutes. With wobbly legs you carry her back onto the bed, tossing her there before you collapse on the floor from weariness. 

Her panting is the only audible thing heard inside the room. You look at her dress spread on the floor, and find the choker and lace holding it together. Take it as you rise from the ground and hop onto the mattress. You find Mina’s eyes shut, skin glistening from the sticky white you’ve been filling her with for the past hour. This is your masterwork as an artist, and you were almost ready to put the finishing touches on her.

Flip her body so that her round ass is facing you. Tie the choker to her neck alongside the lace that you have full control over. Stroke yourself back to hardness while Mina braces herself for what’s about to happen.

You line your drenched cock on her ass, grunting as you fill her with every inch until you’re completely sheathed inside her. With the lace on one hand you slowly pound her, dragging the cord towards you to hear Mina’s screams unfiltered. She initially resists, clawing her fingers deep into the fabric and muffling her mouth with a pillow, before submitting and letting out harsh shrieks. 

Mina has fully broken down, her distant image fully shattered and now she’s a mewling mess right in front of you as you thrust harder into her asshole. Give her ass a couple of loud smacks, rippling with each hit, adding more fuel to her whines. You were given the greenlight to do anything with her as long as you didn’t hurt Mina, but from her wide ‘O’ face you barely see, you don’t see anything wrong with what you were doing.

To make up for the pain you might be causing her, you place smooches on her nape and back. Mina reassures you by reaching her arms out to feel your muscles. It’s a light ego stroke, as you were already fucking her brains out prior, but any sign of thanks is always appreciated.

Pull the cord as you hammer away again, filling the room with the sounds of your screaming and flesh slapping. You feel your stomach twitch one more time, a sign of your third orgasm. You wanted to make the moment last a little longer, the sight of the beautiful Japanese idol shouting your name as she feels every inch of you. But her wet juices flooding your cock tells you otherwise.

With a bellowing groan, you release into her a third time, filling her ass with another burst of your load. It may have only been a few seconds, but you weren’t sure if you would ever stop cumming. You end up fully drained, of course, but the high of ejaculating inside her never ceased. Slip your cock out of her, staining the clean fabrics of the mattress. You pass out from exhaustion, the memory of such a climax being the last thing you think about.

When you wake up it’s already a little over ten in the morning. Any trace of Mina seems to have disappeared through the night. Check the place for any sign, you find nothing. You notice a thin sheet of paper lying next to the television remote, with ten digits written on it. A smile forms on your face, you feel like the biggest winner out of everyone last night.

Such a lottery may be risky and expensive, but the euphoria is priceless.

Time to develop a gambling addiction.

Night Fever (SinB - GFriend)

Bright colorful lights flash rapidly in all places. Music is blaring loudly through the thumping speakers. Men and women are out wearing their Sunday bests. The energy is infectious all over the place. Clubs are a fun place to be in.

And you’re sitting alone by the bar, a round in with the most stoic look on your face.

The liveliness isn’t exciting you. Friends aren’t there as company; not that you had any in the first place. Look around and the whole thing just fills you with disgust. Drink, thinking that this would be a nice hangout from the worries of working tomorrow. Maybe it will get better. Ask the waiter for another shot. Boredom is slowly killing you more than the alcohol you’ve ingested.

“Not having fun? Yeah, I feel you,” you hear a feminine voice, distinctly talking to you.

Look to your right and she’s sitting next to you, downing her own glass. She’s sporting a silver shirt with her shoulders exposed. She’s also looking at the crowd with the same level of disinterest as you. 

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” you ask.

Her features form a subtle smirk. “Oh, I apologize for not introducing myself properly. The name’s Eunbi. Hwang Eunbi.”

She puts her glass down on the table before returning her gaze to the party. 

“Look at the guy over there,” she instructs you, pointing to a blue shirted man dancing his off. “See his dancing? You can tell he’s got no game.”

Your attention is fixed to that man, moving like he’s carrying the weight of a truck on his body. 

“And? He looks like he’s having a good time,” you say, still observing the guy.

“Now turn your attention to that other guy,” she replies, pointing her finger to another man with an outrageous outfit. He’s got his chest exposed, with a matching purple coat and sparkling pants, wearing shades to disguise his eyeliner. So much attention to detail that you forget he’s got a ridiculous afro on his head.

Watch as he twirls, spins, and narrowly avoids bumping into the other partygoers on the dance floor. That afro isn’t helping him at all. 

“Fucking ridiculous,” you say with a look of disgust on your face. 

She nods. “He’s not only the clown, but the whole circus.”

“Okay, let me try,” you say as you look around for the next one to make fun of. Through the myriad of colorful figures you spot a man doing pretty much every Fortnite emote you possibly can think of. Eunbi follows along and meets you halfway.

“That’s what happens when you don’t touch grass for too long,” she says, mocking the raver as he slips doing a foot move and hits butt first onto the ground. Both of you let out a small chuckle.

Finally, someone you can vibe with in this club for once.

She has quite a knack for judging people’s dancing, it’s almost as if she’s been trained as one herself. Something about her is familiar, but you’re unable to figure out what or who she might have been.

“You’re quite familiar. I think I remember you, somehow.”

“Come. You’ll figure it out soon enough.”

Eunbi rises from her chair and her hand drags you out of your own, leading you to the dance floor. You suddenly feel the music and atmosphere change from the noisy electro dance you’ve been tired of since entering the club. 

“All right! It’s time for a little funk in your soul!” the DJ says, his raspy voice echoing through the speakers as he spins the record.

Eunbi turns around to face you with a crafty look on her face. 

“Show me what you can do,” she says, swaying her hips as the lyrics start.

It only takes a second or two before your body moves in sync with the retro beat. Your feet instinctively tap all over the place, hiding some talent you never showed until now. The lights are following along too, changing from red to blue to green then repeating the cycle. Your hands move back and forth, pointing left and right diagonally to the lyrics of “Satisfaction, I came with a chain reaction.”

Little do you know you’re focused on the tune so much you’ve entered a zone where dancing seems so easy to do. Everyone around you leaves some space as you do a series of moves before making a jump then landing on your feet to thunderous applause and the DJ screaming with hype. 

The beat switches up again. Lights are now going through the colors of the rainbow in rapid succession. This song sounds a little too familiar to you. Fuck it. Push everyone aside while still vibing as the beat drops. Eunbi watches with her hands on her waist. Perhaps it’s your drunkenness that awakened your dancing prowess, or the fact that you practiced dancing as a freshman in college, which you barely remember. 

This song was meant for you. After seeing that movie one too many times, you’ve never been ready to pull out your best John Travolta impression. You’re not wearing the same getup as he had, but whatever. As you start replicating his moves to the music...

“You should be dancing, yeah…”

By the end of the lyrics, you’ve somehow got everything right without breaking a sweat. There’s bedlam all over the place. Some people have their phones on and are probably sharing the thing on social media. But you didn’t care. You only wanted to impress Eunbi. When you get back to her, she has the widest grin on her face.

“Now you remember?” she asks, arms still on her waist. You still don’t understand what she’s talking about. Shake your head.

The funky music changes back to some techno noise bullshit. Eunbi suddenly kisses you on the cheek. Place a hand on the now blushing spot.

“Let’s get out of here and go somewhere more comfortable,” she says, her wholesome smile turning to a wicked smirk. “Maybe you’ll remember when we’re all alone.”

---

Because you were two drinks deep, you couldn’t drive home. Instead, you book a cab back to her place. As soon as she opens the door for you both, your hands are all over her body, trying to undress her as fast as possible. Push her onto the bed. Eunbi kicks off her heels while you quickly divest all your clothing. She loosens her black pants allowing you to peel it off her easily. You make quick work of her top too, exposing her perky breasts.

“No bra?” you ask. She bites her lip and nods.

Eunbi looks down on your leaking crotch, restrained only by your boxers. “Fuck, take those off. I need to see them.” You comply at once and pull them off before tossing it aside, revealing your hard cock.

“They’ve never been bigger,” she says, leading her hand to peel off her panties. “I need it inside me.”

Her eyes tell you she’s craving it badly. You don’t want to keep her waiting any longer. Slide your cock inside her damp cunt, feeling the heat between her legs. Your left hand caresses her thigh while your right hand grabs a handful of her breast. You both moan in unison as you bury yourself to the hilt. 

Eunbi gives you a strong and intimidating gaze. “Don’t play, just fuck me. Now.”

You stop teasing and drive your shaft in her, pumping her with hard thrusts. With each stroke you let out a slurred moan, her tightness being the second thing you’ve been intoxicated with. She remains mostly stoic, groaning lightly as you grind on her.

“Fuck, you have such a nice cock and you only fuck just like that? Pathetic,” she taunts. “Harder!”

She wraps her legs around your waist, tightening your grip on her. You’re dazed by pleasure to hear her challenging you. Regardless, you give her what she wants, impaling her with harsher poundings. 

Eunbi remains stone-faced despite this. “I should have talked to someone else. What a waste of a perfect cock.”

Keep hammering her at a breakneck pace, your breaths becoming more unstable by the second. She continues in her idle position as you wear yourself out, trying to chase that orgasm. Suddenly she grabs you by the shoulder and flips positions with you. Still impaled to your cock, Eunbi presses her hands on your chest, preparing to grind against your shaft.

“Do I have to do everything by myself,” she snarls. “Just be quiet and fuck me.”

Gradually she sinks down on you, piercing herself with your cock while you penetrate upwards. Your pace is not as quick as hers, still fatigued from trying too hard earlier. Eunbi rides you, succumbing to pleasure while you remain silent, only letting out deep breaths. 

“O-oh fuck, that’s it, that’s what I want…”

Your hands roam her swaying body, grabbing her breasts. You give them a squeeze to call Eunbi’s attention. Her face displays a clear sign of enjoying herself. She looks at you and nods, allowing you to fondle and play with her mounds. Breathy moans fill the bedroom as you feel her wet walls pulsate against your throbbing cock. 

You want to say something but her pussy’s driving you crazy. Not only that, but she’s swinging her body around like she’s dancing for you. Such things leave you inebriated as you pick up speed again, rocking with her hips. Your hands make their way to her supple asscheeks, giving them a slap, and turning her moans to screams. 

Her yells are a distraction from her sudden orgasm that shortly follows. A wave of her juices flow over your shaft, causing you to grit your teeth. Despite your tipsiness, you somehow are able to resist the overwhelming urge to climax with her right there. She crashes her body down, her head landing right beside you, still gingerly rocking her hips through the orgasm. 

You want to topple her over and finish above her, but you can’t. Her hands claw deep through the sheets preventing you from tipping her onto the mattress. It takes a handful of thrusts before you eventually hit your own peak. With a hand digging through her back and balls deep in her pussy, you fill her with a powerful burst of seed, followed by a few more streaks of semen until you’re completely drained.

Heavy pants from you both are all you hear for the next few minutes.

“You’re so hard to please,” you mutter, each word being a lungful. “I should have just stuck to dancing.”

Eunbi giggles, her laugh vibrating through your skin. “You’re still the same guy I know.”

Widen your eyes. How does she still know you?

“Same...guy? What do you mean by that?”

“You’re really bad at remembering, huh?” she says, tilting her head to face you. “We used to do this all the time. After dance class, remember?”

The pieces begin forming into place. “Oh...that was a long time ago. We’d make fun of everyone dancing at random clubs then steal the show...then you left.”

“Yeah...I thought you’d recognize me at the club,” she says, with a slight hint of sadness in her accent. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too. It hasn’t been the same since you were gone. But I’m glad you’ve come back.”

Your fingers twirl strands of her black hair. No wonder you two hit it off immediately. Eunbi was an old flame that returned to light up again.

“That was the most fun I’ve had in a long time,” you reply, caressing her soft skin. “Next week again?”

She nuzzles against your cheek before nodding. “Yeah, let’s bring it back. For old times’ sake?”

“For old times’ sake.”

After Hours (fromis_9 Chaeyoung)

Ding.

The elevator opens and Lee Chaeyoung’s smile widens. Another exhausted day of schedules. She grew tired of waiting. The presence of one man is enough to lift her spirit, however exhausted she might be. You.

You couldn’t wait to pick her up either. Time feels twice as slow whenever you and Chaeyoung meet, and this is no irregular visit either. Those eyes. That wicked grin. You’re her favorite part of the night.

“Chaeng,” you say matter-of-factly, waving at her.

“You’ve kept me waiting, babe. Let’s go.”

She heads inside the elevator, joining you before it promptly closes again. It’s getting late. One of the best times for you to be alone. The numbers slowly descend from 40. 37, 34, 31, 28…

You stare at the screen, continuing to watch the digits slowly fall. She stands beside you, feeling indifferent. Her hand tries to touch yours, but you keep instinctively brushing it off. Not here, not here.

Chaeyoung’s work life is very stressful. Hours of practice, interviews, and performances can wear a person down severely. Through the eyes of another, she looks tense. Nervous. You know her better than anyone else, even more than her members. She’s been keeping the pain at bay for so long, and it’s time for much needed — and deserved — relief.

You feel a tight sensation rising from your hand. She’s captured it the same way she’s taken your whole mind. Look at her and her eyes tell you all. A fire sparks inside you. You can’t help it. A wicked grin forms on her face. There’s no need to hide the lust you’ve been restraining for so long. That voice in your head is telling you, “Give her what she wants.”

Before your mind registers the act, your lips are all over her face. You’re smearing wet, sloppy, marks all over that perfect, clear face. A loud thud goes over deaf ears. Chaeyoung’s back arches against the wall, her hands guiding you on where to touch her. She is needy, as are you. What a perfect time for both of you to be alone by yourselves in an elevator. Suddenly you feel your tongue being magnetized back straight to hers. Her taste is something you’d want to get stuck in forever.

You’re not hiding any shame in making out with her. Her smooches are loud and clear for anyone to hear. You don’t mind. The taste of her tongue on yours is sweeter than anything you’ve eaten in the past week. She’s sporting your favorite cherry lipstick too. Not that the other flavors didn’t hit, but the lush pink she’s marking on your lips has some kind of drug laced in it. It’s addicting and numbing to your senses in a good way.

A sniff of her perfume takes you to a different place. Her paradise. A grasp of her bare shoulders sends you into a sensory overload. You just wish the rest of her skin was accessible to you. Chaeyoung has you under her complete control, and you wouldn’t want to break free from her.

Again you escape her confining lips and trail down her jawline and collarbones. Such perfect features could not have been designed by anyone other than the gods, which you are blessed to have all to yourself. She lets a soft moan out and places a hand on your neck, binding your throat. Your kisses become hotter due to the limited passage of air entering and leaving your lungs. Chaeyoung has you in a state where she is your goddess, and every peck is an offering of worship to her. Thursdays are like a sacred day for you.

The sexual urge consumes you by the minute. Her low moans compel you to lose yourself. Lust tempts you like a tireless alarm clock. As if you forget the world around you and are trapped in her presence. In this daze you feel nothing — only pure hunger for Lee Chaeyoung. The look in your eyes says it all. They’re filled with nothing but maddening, unquenchable thirst for more of her scrumptious body.

Red. There’s nothing but swollen red patches on her collarbone and neck. It drives you to a wild frenzy like an uncontrollable bull. Chaeyoung giggles. She knows what she’s doing. She lives in your mind rent free. You’re about to dive in for another round, but then—

Ding.

Right. You remember you’re in an elevator, in a public space. If only the lights flickered and the lift suddenly stopped working. Too bad it’s not one of those scenarios. You’d have gone all in had it happened, but alas. You rush back to where you were supposedly standing, acting like nothing happened. A well placed security camera above the sliding panels observes all the action. Pray to your god or lucky star that someone isn’t actually monitoring everything. How embarrassing.

Chaeyoung loves to be on the edge. Her fantasy is okay with you, though. Look at what she can do to you in an instant.

She chuckles again. What now? Look at your reflection and your mouth is basically slobbering like a starved dog. As if you didn’t eat an hour ago before fetching her. You brush it off as you both depart the elevator, aware that you’re still out in a public place. Before leaving, you notice a few buttons of your shirt are undone. So close.

As you leave the building, she holds your hand. Not out of lust, but love. You turn to look at her as she tilts her head the other way. Chaeyoung is more than a mind-controlling goddess, she’s also someone who desires sweet closeness. It doesn’t seem like that when you see her serious face, but you deep down know her inner desire for pure intimacy. You watch her with a spellbinding gaze. You’ll do anything to make her happy, you swore to yourself.

Your hands break apart as you approach your car. As you enter the driver’s seat, you press the button unlocking the passenger door. She steps in and flashes a small, innocent smile at you, which you beam back. Lightly closing the door, the engine starts up. Your tongue is still stuck at that elevator, licking your lips, reminding you of her sweet taste as you switch from park to drive.

Except for the light radio playing, the drive is mostly quiet. It’s a refreshing change of pace from the frantic, unhinged haze you were in. Chaeyoung slumps deep into her seat, very fatigued from her day at work. At some point, you’d think she might end up falling asleep, but she doesn’t. Brief glances turn into gradual smiles every time your eyes meet. Like she does to you, you gently slide your finger between hers which are laid out on the center console. She recognizes your action and a narrow opening reveals itself, allowing your hands to weave between each other. It makes your heart flutter. A relieving grin manifests as a sign of your happiness.

An hour of driving later and you pull up to your driveway. Not her or her members’ apartments. Your house. She has a day off tomorrow, so her absence will not be minded by anyone. Pocketing the keys to your car, you open the passenger door and she steps out. Another flash of her familiar smirk. For a moment you think you’re going too fast, but that is snapped away by her calling your name from the front gate entrance.

No. Maybe you’re both exhausted and just want to head to bed. That sounds fine. As long as you’re with Chaeyoung, you’ll be okay. Strolling through the garden you pick up a flower and hand it to her, which she happily accepts. It’s not like you’ve given her something expensive before – you have – but she always preferred simpler presents.

Turning the keys to the door knob, you open it for her first, letting her inside. Shortly you follow, gently closing it behind you. Your eyes catch a glimpse of her well defined body, peeping at her ass.

“Hey. Over here,” she says, snapping your attention towards her face, chuckling lightly as she walks away.

You both are halfway through the living room. Looking at the large flat-screen television, you wonder what you should do. A glance at the wallclock and it’s 10:15 p.m. Maybe you should ask Chaeyoung what she wants. As you open your mouth to say something, she suddenly turns around. Your eyes meet for a moment then her lips crash into yours.

There’s nothing holding you back. No cameras, no people, nothing. Just the two of you locked into each other’s bodies, radiating powerful lust and passion. Control is but a long forgotten word at this point.

Slamming her against the wall you mindlessly ignore the thump it makes. Her hums as she forces your tongue deeper in her mouth tell you she feels the same. Two pairs of hands fly around you both, scrambling to seize anything. You get a grip of her ass. She grabs your waist. Her body lends itself for you to grind on. Through your aching pants, you press your weight on hers, furiously making out with her.

Then you feel a tight clutch on your chest. Chaeyoung pushes you away, which gets a subtle pout from you. Her fingers work tirelessly on your dress shirt, nearly ripping the fabric off. Not that you didn’t mind if she did — you would go tit for tat on her clothes. She wrestles the top off you, tossing it away somewhere to be forgotten.

Her eyes are begging — pleading — for you to do the same. One seductive look and you’re done. As if that wasn’t enough, her lip bite pushes you over the edge. Salacious. That’s all you could think of describing her. Your fingers hastily grab her thin straps, the only thing holding her top and slide them up her head. She raises her arms to assist you, leaving nothing but her bare chest.

Your body quivers. There she is, Lee Chaeyoung, naked in front of you. If your nether regions weren’t aching painfully enough, now they are. A little longer and your bulge might tear up your pants from how hard it is. But you’re both only getting started.

You slide down to your knees, quickly applying the same effort on her shorts. She wiggles her legs so that her shoes slip off as easily. Your digits slip through her underwear. When they make contact with her folds, a wet sensation can be felt. It’s calling to you powerfully and any sort of resistance is shattered.

Without hesitation your remaining fingers ease her underwear down her fishnet covered legs. Open and ripe for your consumption, you dive headfirst between her folds, running your tongue freely against her nub. Chaeyoung moans, lifting her right leg as she loses control over her lower half. Your arm instinctively carries it over your shoulder, spreading more of her sensitive region for you.

“Fuck…” she whines, but her cries fly over deaf ears, you being consumed into lapping up her sensitive nub.

Her nails dig through your skull, making your hair a disheveled mess. She pulls your head further into her, burying you between her legs. It’s a suffocation you would happily die from — death by her thighs is a better fate than anything else in this world. With your senses on edge, you’re able to perceive every melodic moan, heavy pant, and sharp curse that leaves her breath. Though she can’t outright say it, it’s a stamp of approval to how you’re eating her out.

Eventually her body gives in to the pleasure. With a sharp vice grip on your head she climaxes. A wave of her juices coat your face, which you slurp freely. Your thirst for Chaeyoung is quenched for now. Her hold on your head loosens, allowing you to draw back from her folds. She drops her legs on the floor, body a trembling, shaky mess from her orgasm.

You don’t allow Chaeyoung to catch her breath. Unceremoniously you sweep her off her feet, lifting her up the stairs. Carrying her into your bedroom, you toss her onto the mattress, releasing her from your kiss.

Her eyes roll down to your pants, glaring at your noticeable bulge. You take the hint and undo your zipper, pulling down your bottoms and boxers. When your hard cock is released from its leathery confines, it feels like a wind of relief aired over you. Hiding for so long, it springs in the direction of where it wants to be: in Chaeyoung’s warmth.

She kicks her legs out, asking you to peel off her fishnets. You don’t say no to such a command, and you follow without fail. Then you join her in bed, hovering her splayed, bare body. Her fingers trace a pair of lines across your chest. You look her right in the eyes. There’s a fire looking to be rekindled. A moment of love in the midst of your neverending lust.

You lean down on her, giving her a soft, intimate kiss. Your hands intertwine with hers, pinning her further into the bed. The smooch lasts for an indefinite amount of time, though it might as well have been hours. You exchange hums and moans with Chaeyoung, consuming each other with devotion.

But you know she wants more than that. After all the patience and teasing, it would be out of character for you to slow down to just tenderness. She understands this too and pushes your lips away regretfully. Her eyes light a fire in your pit. She’s asking, begging for you to fuck her.

“Take my breath away,” she says. Her command is clear. You didn’t have to think twice.

You drag Chaeyoung from her lying position, slightly lifting her above you. Soft, low breaths fill the air between you two. Shifting your body into a comfortable angle, you gently lower her to your level. She shuts her eyes involuntarily and releases a groan in response. Your cock slips inside her wet slit until it’s comfortably sheathed inside her.

You thrust upward at a steady pace, stretching her innards out. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull, fully engrossed in pleasure. This isn’t your first time fucking her — you’ve been in each other’s heat before — but it always feels like the first time. So tight, hot, and intoxicating.

She throws her hips downward against your shaft, wanting to feel every inch of you to spear her. Her groans and moans compel you to pound her harder. Thoughts rapidly fade away from your mind — being replaced by libido — and before long your body rocks faster.

Her hands clasp deep through your hair, breasts bouncing right in your face. You somehow are able to regain your consciousness and your eyes gaze at her chest. With a portion of your brain running, your hands dive straight to her mounds, pressing and squeezing them. She squeals sharply upon the first pinch. The habit becomes an obsession. Like a sound toy, you play with them more. Her shrills, gradually increasing in volume, delight you to no end.

“F-fuck, you’re so f-fucking tight.” You can barely form words, let alone a full sentence from her pulsating pussy.

She responds with nothing but moans. Seductive, alluring moans that overpower your flesh slapping hers. Her hands, travelling from your hair to your back, pull your face in. Another meal to eat: her breasts. Your tongue swirls around her tits, giving each nipple equal amounts of attention. Pleasure devours your soul the same way you devour every inch of her perfect body.

“M-make it last f-forever, babe,” she says, almost stuttering through her own sentence. You realize you’re approaching your own climax. Desperate to keep the sensation going, you slow your rhythm. Chaeyoung’s actions betray her words. She crashes her hips harder and quicker against yours, stretching her pink walls thin with your cock.

Last ditch effort, you throw her down into the mattress. In the missionary position, you give her a handful of hard, powerful strokes. You’re preoccupied with chasing that high that your memory lapses. Too late. With a deep, lengthy groan of her name, you orgasm. Burying deep in her pussy, you release thick shot after shot of hot semen. At the end she gets the last laugh as you continue thrusting through your peak. Your combined juices overflow and spill onto the clean, white sheets.

Once you descend from your high, your body stops functioning. The volume of pleasure becomes too much to handle. It comes to a complete stop, your weight pressing down on her slender figure with a thump. She grunts in pain but quickly recovers. Tangled in each other’s embrace, you cling to Chaeyoung, both of you exhausted from that steamy, intense session.

———

The moon is on the opposite end, it’s presence nearly gone from the clear night sky. A little over 3 in the morning. You’re now laying on the bed while Chaeyoung uses your chest as a pillow for her head. Your hand gently rubs her smooth back. You’re lucky to have her in your arms.

“Mmph…mmph,” she blurts, her eyes slowly opening. Your gaze turns from the ceiling to her face. Chaeyoung looked so beautiful in the afterglow of sex, the street lamp shining through the curtain.

You want to say something — anything — to her. Tell her how you feel. How much you love her. That you’d do anything to make her happy. But not now. After such a wondrous high, all you can do is look at her returning peacefully to sleep. Unlike her, you haven’t been able to rest. Your thoughts are only Chaeyoung and it leaves you restless.

“Nobody does it better babe,” she murmurs, hugging you tighter. There it is. That’s more than enough to reassure you. Her feelings are the same as yours. Your mind fully settled, you peck her on the forehead before joining her in deep slumber.

(A/N: BFH goes brrrr—

I’ve been getting invested in fromis a lot more recently. Sheesh. She’s never caught my attention until that Relay Dance aired. There’s a reference to The Weeknd here too, that song’s playing in my head as I wrote this one. Thanks for reading, as always!)

Distance (ITZY Yeji, Lia, & Ryujin)

“Oppa! You like the photos I sent you?”

Jisu’s cheery voice echoes through your earpods. Slide from FaceTime to your Messenger and find six new shots in your DMs. Of course you like the photos she messaged you. You were growing a little concerned with her diminishing weight and slimming figure. Such is the arduous idol lifestyle, but those worries have been dashed with her latest pics. She looks so good in Adidas, even though you’re more of a Nike person.

“Yeah, I have seen them. Looking amazing as always, love.”

Her features conjure a smile that you never grow tired of. Jisu loves hearing your compliments, even more than from her members. You beam in response. It’s been over a year since you last met in person, let alone dated. Curse this pandemic tearing a hole in your relationship. Video calls are decent, but you want to see her in the flesh — feel every touch, every word from her mouth against yours. You want her close. No. You want her right beside you.

“It’s been a while since we last saw each other.” Jisu’s jovial tone abruptly changes to a gloomy one. A reflection of the fact you try not to remind yourself. She pouts. This is clearly not your fault, but her expressions make it seem like you’re the problem. “When will you see me again, babe?”

Look at your surroundings. Tight and enclosed, but comfortable enough. “I honestly don’t know, but please know I still love you, right?”

Flash a reassuring smile. She does in return. Your words are conveyed sincerely to convince her you’re not up to something suspicious. “Of course, love.”

“You’re working really hard, Jisu. I hope you’re eating well, or else.” You swerve the topic from serious to lighthearted again. It works. Her laughter is all you need.

“Or else what?” She continues giggling through her mocking threat.

“Or else I’ll come over there and beat JYP so hard, he won’t know what hit him.”

You’d probably follow through on that remark, just because. Who knows what terrible things he’s done to Jisu and her members, and her weight is probably the least problematic of them. Perhaps she’s hiding other horrible experiences from you. From your shared conversations, it seems like everything’s all fine and dandy. For now.

“Look, it’s getting real late here, so I’m going to bed,” you say with a yawn at the end.

“Late? It’s only noon. Surely you have another hour at least.”

“I’m getting really exhausted, plus I have a busy work day tomorrow.”

“What is that noise in the background? I can hear something loud from your side.”

Oh no. She can’t find out exactly where you are. Airplanes are supposed to be quiet inside. Your seat in business class may be relaxing, but it doesn’t block out the crying baby four aisles away. Need to think of an alibi quickly.

“It’s just the…um…vacuum.”

“Vacuum? I thought you’re going to sleep.”

Terrible excuse. Come on, how dumb are you? Sure, automatic ones are a thing now, but those are expensive, even by your standards.

“I mean, it’s probably my toilet flushing again. I’ve been having plumbing problems.” Sounds more reasonable.

“Oh…well as long as you’re doing okay, I’m fine with it. Good night, love.” She smooches her screen, which you do as well. Too bad you’re lagging by at least five seconds. Airplane Wi-Fi isn’t the best.

“Good night, Jisu.”

———

Ten days of quarantine. Yet they feel like a year in prison. For Choi Jisu, it’s all worth it.

You’d rather just stay in the airplane, incessant infants included. At least they serve decent meals and have reclining seats that can be turned into makeshift beds, unlike the lodging you’re trapped in. Canned meals for more than a week. There’s no hot water in the showers. What kind of lodging is this?

Sometimes at night you’d hear loud thumps a few rooms away. Either that’s a ghost who likes isolation rooms, or that’s two people fucking. More likely the latter. The first three days were tolerable, but you can’t help yourself to think of Jisu. How you miss her, how you want her, and how much you want to show her love.

Your mind battles as to whether to call her or not. It’d be too obvious you’re in Korea, she probably knows this type of apartment. Would you ruin your surprise visit to her when you have a few days left of isolating?

Fuck it.

You decide not to open up FaceTime, instead calling her with your international sim. Ring three times. Nothing. Try again a fourth time. Then you’re greeted with a lengthy and soft moan.

“Oh, fuck…hello?”

Wait, what? This is clearly Jisu’s voice. There’s no way she’s being, you know? Not when you’re this close to seeing her again. Your heart palpitates with anxiety. It’s almost eleven in the evening when you called her. You’re filled with so much dread that your words escape. You don’t know what to say or do. Fifteen seconds of silence. Deafening silence.

Then she moans again. Louder than the initial one.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re so good…”

It’s like Jisu forgot she’s on call, which she is. Your thoughts bounce all over the place. Possibilities of cheating, masturbating, and even pranking; it’s all too much to bear. But you can’t bring yourself to hang up. Her soft, charming, inflect has you in a bind. Especially when she swears, it’s cute and warm. Perhaps the loud thumps from your neighbors was a sign of things to come.

Just when you’re about to open your mouth, she moans yet again.

“I miss you so much, oppa. Please fuck me like this, fuck…”

Blood starts gushing to your nether region. What a painful relief. At least she isn’t being railed by another person. Then it possesses you out of nowhere. The neediness. The arousal. The aching feeling of wanting to pound Jisu. Your hand instinctively travels to your crotch, slipping through your shorts. You can’t contain yourself any longer.

“Fuck.” A groan escapes your lips as your fingers begin stroking your own cock. Neither of you are aware you can hear the other pleasuring themselves.

Remembering the photos she sent you days before, your free hand reaches for the phone and slides between calls and messages. The image of Jisu in her training gear plus the thought of ripping them off is enough to up your pumping pace. It feels meant to be that you’re both rubbing to the other.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, fingers working harder to chase that high so desperately. Jisu’s moans motivate you, push you, to stroke harder and faster. It doesn’t help that you’ve been missing her for more than a year and you’re days away from seeing her in the flesh again. Patience is anything but a virtue to you now.

“Jisu, fuck, I miss you too.” You blurt out as your precum continues leaking. She can’t hear you, of course, she’s drowning in her own pleasure as much as you are.

The minutes pass until after what seems like an eternity, you finally peak. With a drawn out groan of Jisu’s name you release, unaware that you still have your shorts on. A very noticeable damp patch forms on your crotch, it’s substance sticky and slimy, but you’re not really going anywhere. From what you can hear, her pleasure is just as fulfilling. Her moan is only held back by what sounded like restraints in her mouth.

Your body falls back on the body, fully succumbing to the self-arousal you gave yourself. Deep breaths fill the room for the next few minutes. If this is just from a casual phone call, how much more when you finally reunite?

“Hello?” A voice echoes through your phone repeatedly. “Oppa?”

Your body is worn out and can’t move. You inch close to your phone, but not before you drop it from the table next to the mattress. No crack. Don’t care if it’s damaged anyway. You pick it up from the floor before laying back on the bed again.  There’s tiredness in your intonation. “Hello?”

“Oh! Oppa, I didn’t realize you were on call for 15 minutes!” Her shout catches your ear by surprise. Jisu must have realized her mistake. It’s not like you were bothered. In fact, you were enjoying it. “Sorry!”

“No, it’s fine, I was busy.” Which you were.

“Oh, um, why are you calling anyway? It’s late for me here!” she asks.

“I figured I might return the favor since you told me it was early for me to hang up.”

“Well, I have a busy schedule so I’m going to bed. Love you!” You hear a smooch after she finishes her sentence.

“Love you too, Jisu. Good night.” Then you finally hang up.

A deep sigh. Your want for Jisu keeps growing by the minute. The damp feeling in your shorts you cared little about. Only her. Just a few more days left.

———

Wearing some merch from your favorite group as well as a fedora, you look up and find your destination. The JYP building. Try not to cause any attention. You want your visit to be a complete surprise.

Inside the cafe you order some coffee. The taste isn’t too bad. Maybe this diet plan he’s been enforcing on his idols and trainees is actually a good idea. Nope. It’s still doesn’t change the fact he’s fucking JYP. You survey the area, scouting for cameras and guards, planning your way in. After gobbling a donut, you make sure the guards are positioned at the front entrance before sneaking out into the fire exit.

Up a few flights of stairs. Outside of knowledge from the internet and pics Jisu’s been sending you, you’re not really sure where you might be going. Fifth floor appears to be where your old friends are. Bang Chan and his members somehow recognize you through your disguise. Fuck.

“Aye, man! It’s been a while! I didn’t know you were in Korea—”

You gesture with your fingers, telling Chan to keep quiet. Thankfully he seems to have understood and returned to practice. Another flight of stairs. Nine pretty women are also practicing. None of them is Jisu though, so you cared very little. But you can’t help stare a bit while they dance. Suddenly you remember your roommate who’s a huge fan. Too bad you don’t have anything that they can sign.

Seventh floor. It looks mostly quiet and empty. Perhaps only two groups are in the building right now. As you approach one of the doors to a practice room, a force abruptly seizes you, causing you to jolt forward. A pair of hands pull you inside the room forcefully. The strength and sudden momentum causes you to crash on the floor, losing your hat in the process.

When your eyes regain full vision, there’s two figures you can recognize. Her members.

“Yeji? Ryujin?” you ask, trying to regain composure.

“Ohoho, we’ve been waiting for you,” Ryujin says with a smirk.

“Yeah, we knew you were coming.” Yeji adds, sharing an identical devilish grin.

Their eyes are filled with lust and hunger. You’re shocked. Did Jisu somehow know of your surprise visit? Then you remembered the phone call. It’s likely they overheard it. Oh no. But you’re also puzzled. There’s only two of them. So many questions are on your mind.

“How’d you know? Did she tell you?” you ask.

“She didn’t tell us anything. We saw you through the cameras and knew we’re in for a treat,” Yeji says. Both of them are standing tall above you. Try not to look at their exposed midriffs. Failed in less than five seconds. Fuck, they’re hot.

“I mean, come on. A fedora? Seriously? You’re such a dork.” Ryujin mocks your disguise. She’s not exactly wrong. “Perhaps Jisu really likes dorks.”

“Hey look, don’t even mind that. I just wanna know where Lia is—”

Yeji cuts you off by crashing her lips into yours. Her lipstick is a flavor you clearly recognize. Jisu’s favorite. It’s obvious that they knew you were coming in some way. As she sinks her tongue deeper into your mouth, her strength forces you down to the floor again. Even with someone else, they taste sweet and delicious. Your willpower quickly shrinks.

“Don’t worry about her, she’ll be here soon,” Yeji says with a devilish grin, breaking the kiss. “Why don’t we keep you occupied while we wait?”

“But what if she sees this—”

Another passionate smooch. Another interruption. They don’t give a fuck. While Yeji has you pinned on the ground, Ryujin pulls your pants off, tossing them across the room. Yeji’s slim body doesn’t obscure your raging erection held back by your boxers. Those quickly come off too, the cold air tingling your free cock.

“Oh, fuck, so this is what Jisu’s been hiding from us this whole time?” Ryujin says, dropping to her knees to cup your balls. “I should feel so bad that she won’t get it first, but I don’t.”

She continues to press your nuts, measuring the load reserved in them. Even after a quick rub from a few days ago, they’re just as full as they’ve ever been. You’ve been saving it for Jisu, but now her members have taken you by force and you’re powerless to do anything about it.

Both women lift their tops. Only their training bra remains. Those go quickly as well. Piles of garments fly all over the place until they’re completely naked, leaving nothing to your imagination. You swear your mouth started drooling at the sight of two hot women getting the jump on you. Are you going to forget Jisu just like that? It’s Hwang Yeji and Shin Ryujin, of course you would.

Their grubby hands run over your top, lifting your shirt and throwing it aside with theirs. Yeji is positioned to your left while Ryujin is on your right. Their eyes and features tell you everything. They’re burning up with unquenchable lust and greed for your body and they’re not going to share that. Not even with their own.

You groan and twitch as they lick up and down your shaft. A hand from both of them stroke you to heightened pleasure while their tongues dance and swirl around your tip, occasionally touching the other. Two rivers of saliva drip down your dick. You wish you could get a grasp, a touch, a clear hold of them, but the sensation leaves you paralyzed. All you can do is watch. And ogle you do, your own eyes feasting at the sight of two sexy idols hungrily sharing your cock.

As you gaze into their sloppy work, they stare back. Their eyes, full of lust, lure and hypnotize you. It’s like they want your approval — which is given by the deep groans leaving your breath. Their taste buds hit a sensitive spot, causing you to throw your head down on the floor. Pain is quickly superseded by pleasure. Yeji and Ryujin smirk, knowing they have you under their full control.

Their tongues leave your tip with an audible pop, much to your disappointment. It’s short lived as Ryujin crawls over your face, her plump ass hovering above your face. Yeji lines her slit with your dick, and you can feel yourself wanting to unload at the mere touch of her dripping cunt.

“Mm, you like this? Just relax.” Ryujin wiggles her bottom, teasing you even more. You wish you could get a hold of them, if not for her hands bolting yours rigidly to the hardwood.

Air once free is now sparse, thanks to Ryujin’s ass smothering your visage. You feel a sensation on your groin too — Yeji’s wet, pulsating pussy allowing your cock to enter freely. Such tight, overbearing restraints would be torture for anyone. But for you, it’s a sinful nirvana. Their bodies rock against yours in perfect synchronization, with the same timed movements of their usually frenetic choreography. Dance isn’t the only thing they practiced together, it seems.

Their collective moans of bliss overpower whatever muffled noise you try to make. Your tongue laps up Ryujin’s slick, making her whines higher pitched. Your own precum is their shared meal; the two women make out and swap your seed with their lips, all while they fondle the other’s breasts. Such a sight would cause you to erupt, but you don’t mind the obstruction when it’s Shin Ryujin’s plump, heavy ass blocking the view.

Yeji and Ryujin ride you at a quicker pace, your body shaking and wrestling with the intense suffocation weighing you down. Their hands work to make sure you’re fastened, but you begin to fight back out of desperation. Oxygen is more important than slick. Your heart pumps wildly, you can almost feel it break loose. You can feel yourself approaching the cathartic climax, but suddenly, they come to a full stop.

Ryujin lifts herself off your face, then you take a deep breath. Is this hate? Or just lust? Maybe lust disguised as hatred? You don’t know. Ryujin and Yeji crawl to the other’s positions. Now Yeji’s ass is above your face and Ryujin playfully teases your cock with her leaking lips. There’s something serious about their features. It’s like they intend to ruin or destroy you.

You have no time to think as the cycle repeats anew. Yeji spreads her butt on your face while Ryujin quickly drops her pussy on your shaft. Rinse and repeat. They ride you to oblivion in a torturous process that’s both painful and pleasurable at once. At least they allow you to move your hands freely this time, but you just end up flailing around like a helpless person drowning — which you are, except the ocean is Yeji’s ass and her wet juices.

Babble is ultimately what ends up coming out of your mouth. Your words that want to say something amount to meaningless drivel. You’re not the only speechless one; Yeji and Ryujin can only let out alluring, seductive whimpers and moans. Four palms are pressed on your chest. They feel like a singular anvil pulling your body even further down than where it actually is.

You feel it happening again. That distant climax. The high which you desperately crave. The two ladies tag teaming to overwhelm your body made you ignore that they climaxed twice each. All three disruptions hurt more than the actual smothering of your face. Perhaps they could be merciful to let you finally cum in one of them, right?

Wrong.

Ryujin suddenly gets off your sheathed cock before crawling towards Yeji for a deep, passionate kiss. Your throbbing shaft, no longer able to restrain itself, orgasms. You violently erupt — thick hot spurts of semen spill all over your crotch, legs, and the floor around it. It’s both the most cathartic and unsatisfying feeling; even though it was meant for Jisu, you were endowed with her members’ tight pussies so much that they would have made for a suitable consolation prize.

Then you hear a pair of mocking laughs. They knew what they were doing and they succeeded.

Yeji drifts off your face, completely red from near asphyxiation. As consolation, the twosome work together to clean up whatever cum is left. Their tongues trail from your dick to around your nether region, and all over your upper body. They give you seductive stares as they do, still wanting to lure you away from Jisu completely. As if taking you by surprise and crushing your profile wasn’t enough.

“You’d be much better for either of us,” Ryujin says playfully before following up with a slurp.

“Mm, you’re too good for Jisu. Leave with us.” Yeji adds. Another slurp.

Both women continue their oral assault, both on your body and psyche. The more they taunt and tempt you, the less interested you are. Sure, they can satisfy you, but only on a physical and sexual level. What you and Jisu have is special, and it would break your heart seeing you with her members like this. You can do nothing except lay down powerless, like you’ve been the whole time.

Should have waited for her to come to you instead.

———

The door opens. Yeji and Ryujin are focused on cleaning you up, while you lay absolutely defeated. As if your stroke of bad luck has no end, your worst fears have come true. The entering figure puts her hands on her mouth, dumbfounded at the unnatural sight: her members messing around with her boyfriend completely nude.

“Jisu! It’s not what it looks like!” A wave of energy and panic rushes over you as you raise your head.

You know you should have resisted, but they were too strong. Perhaps you were liking the moment a little too much, so you definitely have a fault in this. Yeji and Ryujin fall back as you try to get up, ignoring that you’re naked and somewhat sticky.

“I know what it looks like, shithead. Don’t talk to me.” Jisu pouts and immediately turns around, leaving the room and closing the door.

You scramble to put your clothes on in a haste. Except the fedora; someone else could keep that. You leave the practice room without saying another word to Yeji and Ryujin, who continue to lick your juices clean off their own faces. They’ve completed their purpose so they don’t care what happens anymore.

By the time you return to the ground floor of the JYP building, Jisu’s all but there. You can’t help but blame yourself. Ask any of the Stray Kids or Twice members, they told nothing about where she went. The repetitive description of how angry and frustrated she looked as she left sank your heart further. You knew this was your doing, and it was obvious. She wouldn’t lash out on her members — not when their careers were at stake should anyone else find out.

Then you remembered your phone. You still have Chaeryeong’s number on it, despite not being close to her in any way. Trigger fingers tap rapidly to dial her. Hopefully Jisu has told her about what happened. You want to explain everything, and you want to make things right.

Your heart tenses up hearing it ring. Thankfully, an answer.

“Hello?”

“Chaery?”

“O-oh? Aren’t you Jisu’s boyfriend? Why are you calling me?”

“I don’t have time to explain, but is Jisu at your dorm?”

“No. She just went off to the JYP building. Why?”

“Please find out where she’s going. I need to reach out to her.”

“Oh, all right. Calm your voice down, dear.”

You can feel a cold sweat flow down your face. At least Chaeryeong hasn’t learned about it, and that Jisu arrived at an inappropriate time. The quietness makes the waiting more anxiety inducing. Her voice comes around again after a minute.

“Hello?”

“Y-yes?”

“Jisu told me she’s going to the baywalk by the river. By the way, she told me something about you hanging out with Yeji and Ryujin? What’s going on?”

“That’s all I needed to know. Bye!”

“Wait—”

Before she could get another word off, you hang up. A quick taxi book later and you find yourself running down the stairs of the Han River. It’s not as crowded as before, because of the pandemic, which makes spotting Jisu much easier. Her figure could be spotted from five feet away.

You don’t want to make a scene, but you need her. Jisu is the only one you truly love. Without shame, you begin screaming her name.

“Jisu! Jisu! I need to talk to you.”

It immediately grabs her attention, plus those of the people nearby. You wave your hands to signal where you are. You’re so focused on getting her focus that you unintentionally skip a stair step and are a few centimeters away from stumbling the rest of the way down. Jisu wouldn’t pay for your medical insurance. Her annoyance grows and she begins sprinting farther away.

You wouldn’t give up. Not when you’re this close. You run while still shouting her name out loud. Your footwork outpaces hers, so you’re able to reach her within a few minutes. Onlookers watch as you chase her down, with some holding their phones out, possibly waiting to post it on social media or snitching to Dispatch. Their problem isn’t yours, however. You want to reach Jisu and that’s all you care about at the moment.

Finally after a few minutes of running, you close the gap between you and Jisu. You approach her for a bear hug, but she immediately resists and pushes you away while screaming a Korean profanity. “Leave me alone!”

You switch your approach, choosing to come to her slowly with your arms wide open. “Jisu, please, I need to explain what really happened.”

“I don’t want to hear you explain shit,” Jisu says, her features expressing clear anger at your very presence. “I know what I saw, asshole.”

“Yeji and Ryujin got the jump on me!” You start explaining even though you know she won’t buy it, even though it’s true. “I wanted to visit you during practice, but they were the only ones there, and they took advantage of me. Jisu, please, I know you’re angry at me right now, but I didn’t want to fuck them! They forced themselves on me and had me on strings!”

Jisu continues to walk away crossing her arms as you try to reason with her. Why would her members have you on strings, she thinks. It sounds very fabricated and a terrible excuse to cheat on her with her own partners.

“Jisu, I know what I did, and I’m sorry. Please, I didn’t mean to fuck them. They forced me to. Please, Jisu, look me in the eyes.” You cup her face toward yours, her eyes twinkling with tears. No resistance as you motion her. “Believe me.”

You gaze into each other for a while. Time and the world around you stops for a moment. Your heart beats, not as intensely as before, but slowly. Waiting for the answer. Your eyes are pleading, begging, for her to open her heart to you once more.

Then the floodgates open. Jisu suddenly magnets herself onto you, wrapping you in a tight embrace. Her tears flow openly as she cries on your shoulder, soaking the side of your wrinkled shirt. You reciprocate those feelings by hugging her in return, rubbing your hand on her back.

“I’m sorry. I just…I didn’t want to believe what happened,” she says, followed by a sniffle. “I know you’re not that kind of person.”

“I’m not. I wanted to see you because I miss you.” You whisper in her ear softly, warming her heart. “I love you so much, Choi Jisu. More than anyone I know.”

She continues crying on your shoulder while in deep embrace. It reliefs your own heart to see everything resolved. Losing Jisu would hurt you far worse than you could imagine. Caress her face, and her eyes twinkle at your sight. Love that wouldn’t break easily. Then, you make your move. Your lips dive into hers. She requites. A deep, passionate, make out on the river sidewalk. Jisu is yours, and you belong to hers.

———

The day passes by in a flash. It’s all a blur in your head. The intimacy becomes too much to the point where you nearly flashed her tit in public due to how engrossed you both were passionately. Even on the bus, you both consummated love by exchanging a few smooches, much to the dismay of some passengers.

Before you know it, you and Jisu are now in her dorm, continuously making out, planting kisses all over each other’s faces. You enter her room with her legs straddled around your waist, never releasing your lips’ touch on hers. Inches away from her bed, you toss her on the mattress and it shakes lightly.

You strip yourself completely first before undressing Jisu, removing her black top. Clothes fly over the place and are left on the floor to be completely ignored. You join her in bed, hovering above her slim figure. She’s put on a weight since then, which you are thankful for. Idol life can be harsh on their bodies, but now, beneath you naked, she’s perfect.

The kisses never stop as you continue to leave marks on her face and neck, eliciting a few soft moans. As much as you want to fuck her, you also want to savor the tenderness. Both of you have been waiting to make sweet love since you last met, more so than the lust radiating from your wanton bodies.

Jisu pushes to the side of her bed before pulling you in again for another passionate make out. Your fingers caress the brown locks of her tied up hair while hers roams your nape and back. Your erect cock twitches upon touching her, but you’re not in the mood to pound the daylights out of her. Each kiss is warm, loving, and sincere how you feel towards each other. You wouldn’t trade this for her members, or any other girl. This is something only you and Jisu can share together.

“I miss you so fucking much.” She murmurs through the smooch. Her soft voice tingles your spine.

“Me too.” The only words you say, and yet the simplest are the most impactful.

Jisu’s hand stretches over your shoulder and reaches into an object on her bedside. It’s phallic. She draws it toward you to show what she’s been doing while you were gone. You understood, since that one phone call told you everything.

“I’m ready.” She flashes the dildo right in your face. Her eyes gleam with burning lust similar to that of Yeji and Ryujin. “I wanted your cock for so long, that I imagined yours while using it. Please, babe, fuck me.”

You’ve been grinding at the opportunity, and finally it’s time. You’d never turn down her request, lest it show how much of a fool you are. You clamber over her body, and line your dick against her slit. She shudders at the slightest sensation of your shaft.

“Fuck me,” she says again. Reminders weren’t necessary.

You grab the dildo from her hand and put it away. She wants the real thing, so you’ll give her the real thing. A peck on her forehead and a finger that caresses her loose strand to show you’re still wanting to be soft with her, but the look on her features say otherwise. That dangerous lip bite. No holding back.

Without a word, you gently insert yourself into her cunt. A collective groan fills the room with your voices harmonizing in pleasure. Her nails dig deep through your back, clinging to you like you’re her only support.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so fucking big, fuck—”

Her cries of profanity are superseded by moans as you begin pounding her at a natural pace. Your thoughts go blank and the pleasure takes full control of your muscles. It takes a few deep strokes to prove that her sex toy is nothing compared to your throbbing cock. Flesh slapping and low whines reverberate around the room. Luckily, no one seems to be around to hear it.

Words do not convey how tight, hot, and slick her pussy is. Your body does, and it responds with increasing thrusts in speed and power. It knows only one purpose, and that is to stretch her walls thin. Gone is the idea of being a soft boyfriend to her; you want to show her what she’s been missing all along. The bed rattles harder as you continue fucking her deep into the mattress.

Her fingers scramble to claw your hair, face, and back. Your teeth gnaw on her collarbone and neck, leaving a sensitive red patch. This is even better than what those two did to you earlier. The ecstasy you’re both experiencing is spellbinding and addicting.

“I-I’m gonna cum, Jisu, I’m gonna—”

“In me! Please fill me, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You both regain and lose the ability to formulate words. The sensation is bringing you both to an inevitable close which you’ve been desiring for a long, long time. Her thighs wrap around your lower body to prevent you from escaping, which you wouldn’t do, not in a million years. They have the same strangling power as her members, which caught you off-guard. Any of them could have you on the ropes whenever they wanted.

A deep groan escapes your breath as you orgasm. And what a satisfying finish. Thick ropes of semen fill her womb, your dick fully sheathed inside her drenched pussy. Jisu follows shortly too; a high whine signals her own climax, overflowing your cock with her wet juices. The bed creaks gently as you ride out your peaks until you finish spurting inside her. Then your body finally collapses on hers.

Deep, heavy breaths fill the room for minutes. You and Jisu remain entangled in each other’s bodies. Something you never want to let go of, now that you’re with her again. Then she surprises you by flipping you over so that you’re laying down while she’s on your chest. Neither of you minded the sudden stickiness on the sheets.

Using your body as her pillow, she hugs you tightly before giving you a peck on the cheek. For a second, she flashes an innocent smile. “Love you. Let’s do it again when we wake up.”

Caress her hair and forehead, and kiss her again. Home has never been closer than ever.

(A/N: So, whose era is it?

Itzy: Yes.

Honestly it was quite a chore to decide who to write because every member looked so fine! So the best plan was just to write them all in a single story. Chaeryeong will definitely have a solo piece of her own; I haven’t thought of hers just yet. I also lied when I said that this was gonna be lighter, shades of angst still ended up in the final version. Thank you for reading!)

Seen Through Glass (Jo Yuri)

“This is so boring! Why are we in an appliance store?”

Yuri’s complaints pass through willfully ignorant ears. Something you’re very familiar with. Selfish reasons aside, perhaps bringing your idol girlfriend with you on a casual shopping trip is a terrible idea. Not only could anyone be secretly working for the media and expose your secret relationship, but there’s often a switch that flips inside Yuri’s brain that makes each date risky. On the stage she’s an elegant, graceful performer who could do no wrong. With you, she develops a rebellious, often bratty persona. It’s such a night and day difference that she might as well be an entirely new person.

Ignoring her incessant protests, you keep a safe distance away from her, browsing through the aisles of television screens varying in size. Each one at a hefty price. So is the cost of having Jo Yuri as your girlfriend.

One of the panels shows the two of you walking by. Seeing this, Yuri takes a glance at you before hiding a devilish smirk.

“Oh, if only I had a boyfriend that would punish me for being such a bad girl,” she says sarcastically, sliding a digit between her groin. “I wonder where he might be right now, fuck…”

Focused on finding the suitable television, this goes by unnoticed for some time. Another aisle, another set of panels. One of them has a Playstation connected beneath a Sony model. Your old model’s been collecting dust for five years. You wonder if it’s time to get the newest one, even though you’ll likely put it down after only a month of usage.

Walk a little further down the lane and behold, Yuri’s rubbing one off! In front of a television no less. Not to mention the dozens of surveillance cameras overhead. Alarmed, you rush back to Aisle 22 and call her out. Thankfully there’s no one around but the two of you.

“Yuri! What the fuck are you doing?”

She turns to you with glazed eyes from self-induced pleasure. “Oh, you know exactly what I’m doing.”

Approach her and she takes a few steps back. Yuri has always been naughty, but this is the most defiant she’s ever been. She bites her lip, flashing a wicked smirk at your face. The character of idol Yuri is poles apart from that of her true self. It’s this illusion that helps her play the role of a nuisance proficiently.

“You better stop before we get caught!” You yell at her. It’s a command, not a request.

“Make me.” Her voice playfully teases you, hand deep inside her clit. A quick look and it’s dripping.

“Don’t do this to me,” you say, pitch rising with your anger. “I’m not in the mood to deal with your shit.”

“How sad. I missed the part where that’s my problem.”

That’s it. You’ve reached boiling point. Actually, you’re beyond that. Countless times Yuri has pushed you into her will, but you’ve resisted. Not today, however. Even saints eventually run out of patience.

With the anger of a thousand raging bulls you blitz toward her, reaching her within mere seconds. Her petite body in your grasp, you could easily tear her to shreds right now. But that’s what she would have wanted. If you allow your emotions to dictate your actions, you’ll enable her to win.

An exchange of looks between you both. Yours is completely intense, while hers is facetious. You’re a puppet tangled in her strings. It’s a lose-lose situation either way. Either you push through and bear her misdemeanor, or reprimand her and let her receive pleasure.

“Punish me, baby. I know you want to do it!” Her urges feel like the devil tempting you to sin. Your hands quiver while seizing her soft shoulders, hesitant on what to do next.

The closest form of venting she gets from you is a mild slap in the ass. Then you leave her alone. It’s not even a punishment, it’s a reward. Somehow a dash of self-restraint that’s still there is keeping you from succumbing to her wiles.

Maybe if she realizes that you’re genuinely agitated, she breaks character and quits her wicked ways. At least for now. Instead, Yuri sees a crack in your perfect facade and knows she can definitely break you down.

Returning to your perusing of televisions, you walk through Aisle 26. It contains some of the most expensive panels on sale. Other models have speakers attached to them. One of the screens has a movie playing. Yuri’s following you several meters behind. Her eyes glimmer with a plot to finally bend you.

Eyebrows furrow as you watch a lewd act play out on screen. Why would they have this airing during store hours boggles you. Suddenly you remember Yuri, so you turn around and find her unzipping her dress! Like the actress on television, she was wearing black. A portion of her breasts reveal themselves before you rush towards her, preventing it from falling off.

“Yuri!”

She giggles. Innocent, but maniacal. “What’s wrong?”

You raise your eyebrows as she poorly feigned her ignorance. Her wide, devilish smirk flashes again. Are you really going to do this? They say three strikes, but for you it only takes two.

She’s gotten away with long enough without any consequence.

Pin her against one of the shelves. Her petite body makes it easy to seize and move around. She doesn’t resist. In fact, she enjoys it.

“Punish me, daddy. Give your naughty girl a good pounding.” She says the words you want to do the most.

“You don’t get to have a say in this.” You hiss against her neck while your hand slips beneath her dress, sliding her wet panties down.

Those same fingers you use to rid of her moist fabric then slip between her slit, poking and rubbing her clit. She whines and she whimpers. Quickly the tempo builds up as you hit her pleasurable spot repeatedly.

“Ah, fuck you feel so much better than these fingers of mine! Yes Daddy!”

Her cries turn to muffles as your hand covers her mouth while the other is stroking her. As much as Yuri’s voice is beautiful and soothing, you’ve admittedly grown a little sick of it, especially when it’s taunting you’ve been hearing all the time. Chastening her is the only thing on your mind. The world around you is but a blur.

Yuri orgasms. Her wet juices spill over your digits and rain down on the floor. But you’ve kept her mouth shut. She doesn’t deserve to groan over her own climax. Not after all the bad behaviors she’s done.

Release your hand from her cavern and taste her slick. Delicious.

Pull away from her while dragging her with you. She ends up on her knees. Your pants and boxers promptly join her on the floor. Her eyes glint at the sight of your fully hard cock. She knows what’s gonna happen next, so she licks her lips, ready to partake of her meal.

“Fucking suck my cock, you naughty slut.” You hiss, pushing her mouth directly towards your shaft.

Her tongue doesn’t get to swirl around your dick freely. She has to know who’s in charge. Actions have consequences. Contrary to your command, you drill your cock in and out of her throat. She doesn’t get a second to lap your tip.

Tears rapidly flow from her eyes. A forceful hand grips her hair as you push her against your cock repeatedly. It hurts more than it pleasures, but that’s what she deserves. You don’t think she’s suffering; you imagine she’s enjoying every second getting used.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, slut? Answer me!”

Her answers are nothing but gags and stifled whines. Thought so.

Your cock slips out of her mouth with a loud pop. Her mouth is messy with her own drool, and so is your dick. She’s left speechless; a complete turnaround from the loudmouth she was mere minutes ago.

And you don’t allow her to regain her breath. Lift her off the ground. She wraps her legs around your waist then you slam her against the shelf again. A grunt and a sigh escapes your lips. She cries a loud moan, releasing her repressed feelings of pleasure that were forcefully bound earlier.

Only nasty thoughts are left in your head. If her plan was to corrupt you, then she’s succeeded. But that’s merely an afterthought. The only thing on your mind is your own pleasure, and to admonish her.

Praise would only enlarge Yuri’s ego toward you. So you remain silent—save for the occasional moan—and fuck her wildly. Her body glides up and down as you pound her at a random pace. Moans of varying sonority escape her breath. That’s all she can muster up after all the provoking she’s done.

“So fucking tight for a brat.” Your hot breath scorches her neck. “I bet no one’s fucked you or made you cum as hard as I can.”

Her frantic nodding confirms this. Yuri’s consumed entirely by pleasure to say or do anything. Skin slapping against skin echoes steadily noisier. It didn’t matter that she got what she wanted, or that you’re pounding her in a video store of all places. She needed to be reminded that she doesn’t get away with being mischievous.

The dress which she almost slipped off before is freely loose. Her breasts bounce with her petite body. Tempting as it is, you refuse to dive in. That’s saved for the bedroom when she’s all tied up and completely powerless. Suddenly your flesh thumping becomes more cacophonous than ever before. The speakers right beside you boom each erotic sound. Neither of you realize that you’re being projected on all the television screens in the video store.

As people’s whispers, gasps, and murmurs rumble over the scene playing out right in front of their eyes, you relentlessly plunge deeper inside her, chasing that high you desperately crave. Right as you nearly fly over the edge, she beats you to it again. Another Yuri orgasm. The screen is splashed with waves of her slick, spilling over the floor, speakers, and television. It doesn’t stop. Not for another minute.

“Right in my pussy, please daddy!” Yuri gathers enough strength to speak for the first time in a while.  “Fill this slut with your cum!” she cries, her words hastily rushed and delivered.

Remembering that she doesn’t get what she wants, you pull out at the last minute and set her on the floor. Stroking yourself with your hand rapidly, you climax. Streaks of thick semen fire right all over her face, her breasts, and her wrinkled dress. A deep groan leaves your lips as you launch more flecks until you’re drained.

To her disappointment, Yuri laps up your seed, wishing it were her pussy instead.

“Why daddy? Why?” She pouts as she picks her loose garments off while cleaning herself up.

Shake your head with authority. “You don’t deserve it, you naughty, bratty slut.”

Your answer causes her to look away from you in shame. Now she’s learned her lesson. Or not. This is the first and only time you’ll ever let her win, and even then, it’s a hollow victory to her.

Look around and notice the screens copying your every action. Then the realization hits.

“Oh shit, we gotta go.” You say as you finish dressing back up.

As the two of you walk past the cashier to head home, a commotion stirs up between a woman and a salesman. She’s pointing her glasses directly at the man who has no response. “In front of my babies you got porno shows up in here? What kind of freak ass store is this?”

The woman catches a glimpse of you both as you quietly walk by her. “Cover your eyes, baby,” she says to her eight year old son as she places her hand over his pair of eyes, covering them. “And you two motherfuckers need Jesus!”

———

(A/N: Happy birthday Jo Yuri! Her Glassy era is serving so many good looks, my goodness. She’s almost becoming a top bias in IZ*ONE, which is crazy considering there’s five members vying for that spot. Thank you for reading!)

Valet (Jeon Somi)

It’s a miracle you haven’t gone deaf yet or lost your mind. Between loud horns, head-splitting sirens, and raucous passengers, your ears have a pension for torturous sound. Daily driving is already a chore enough, but the weekends are a different level altogether. Your slacks might as well be replacement material for the worn out driver’s seat.

Each new customer brings new experiences. But there’s also patterns around the few types of people you meet. There’s businessmen who surprise you by not going to work in their private helicopter or with a personal chauffeur, foreigners who don’t know how addresses and arrows work, and that one guy who often shares the entire day’s events to a mostly mindless driver, even down to the most mundane. You know the one. By the time they get to the most interesting parts, you’re either on autopilot or at your destination.

But when Fridays arrive, the animals come out to play.

Three women dressed in their most eye-catching outfits put their branded makeup on in the backseat. They openly discuss how many men they want to add to their body count,  and not in a murder-esque manner. Their language is as filthy as the clothes they’re wearing.

“Ugh, and when I get three cocks in my mouth you’re the one who’s gonna be sorry!” The brunette says to her raven haired friend.

“False. Remember the club we went to last week? They gave me seven shots!” She retorts back. The two continue to bicker while the blonde in the middle minds her business applying eyeliner.

As a driver for about three years, you’re numb to the noises your passengers make. So you steadily follow through with your job as professionally as possible. Everything seems fine, until they decide to pester you. They stare at you with lust filled eyes. Not even at the location yet they’re ready to seduce.

“Hey driver, you like this dress?” The brunette mocks you. “Don’t you wanna rip it off us and fuck us like the sluts we are?” She drags her top down, exposing her plump breasts. Collective laughter follows.

You stare, but only for a second. Not today. You’re more annoyed than allured. Even worse is the pileup on the normally light highway you’re taking. More opportunities for them to tease you playfully, which they do.

Two pairs of tits out in the open fill your rearview mirror. Nothing but a petty distraction to you. At least you have a camera installed on your dashboard. Even so, you’d rather just willingly crash into one of the endless lamp posts. You do your best not to make your annoyance clear. The stalemate lasts for the duration of the ride.

An hour later and you’ve arrived at a luxurious hotel. As much as you’re frustrated by them, these types of junkies pay well, you admit. Definitely worth enduring.

The two women that were bantering earlier step out of the car, but not the blonde. You remember that she rolled her eyes whenever her friends peeved you. She remains seated, like she’s waiting for them to leave her presence.

“Hey babe! Let’s go get those cocks!”

“I’ll be with you in a few. I just need to pay the driver.” She shouts back at her black haired friend. She watches her friends enter the hotel’s doors before turning to you. Now it’s only you two left in the car.

“Hey, I’m sorry about my friends. I know they’re quite frustrating—”

“It’s fine, ma’am. You should go join them.” You cut her off respectfully. Sure they were an irritant, but you’ll never disrespect your passengers outright.

“I’ll be very honest, I was kind of forced into joining them. I wanted no part in their mischievous behaviour, so I’m truly sorry for their actions.” Her voice expresses clear disdain and sincerity.

“I’m not one to butt in y’all’s business, but I’m fine with that. You don’t need to apologize for anything, miss.”

“Please, it’s Somi.”

“Well, Miss Somi, it’s part of the business to treat every customer with utmost respect. So again, no need to apologize.”

Somi hands over a few hundred dollar bills as payment. After paying she bows repentantly. You traveled a fair distance but it’s not worth this much. They’ll just be an afterthought in about a week. No need to be extra, you thought.

“Please take these as an apology,” she says before stepping out of the vehicle, still curtsy in her behavior. “I hope that’s enough.”

“Thank you so much, have a wonderful night—”

Suddenly she opens the door to the driver’s seat and cups your face. A warmth grows within your face. What is she doing now?

“Please take it all.” She leans toward you then your mouth meets hers. You weren’t sure what was happening but you’re liking where it was headed. Your hand caresses her face, the soft texture of her skin a delight to your fingers.

Somi breaks the kiss then enters the vehicle and joins you in the driver’s seat. She straddles herself around your lap before closing the door. Though she’s compressed between you and the steering wheel, she has a slim body perfectly suited for a congested space. Her black shirt is showing copious amounts of cleavage that draw your attention more than her friends ever did.

“I hope this is enough.” She lifts the shirt up her head and tosses it to the passenger chair. A similarly colored bra is the only fence between you and her breasts. Those come off as fast as her tee too. Her pale tits gleam under the lights of the hotel’s valet. Such a body is more than enough.

“Go ahead,” she says with a clear smile, cheeks as red as her lipstick.

You knew what she meant. The only crash you’re headed toward is her chest. Instead of a pow or a bang, it’s an erotic moan. Your mouth consumes her nubs completely, your tongue forming wet patches on both nipples. Her eyes roll towards the back of her skull while you relish the taste of her mounds. From the first touch they’re snug with your palms, as easy to grip as the rudder of your Mercedes.

Usually you tend to eat dinner close to midnight, if not during early dawn the next day. For once, you’re thankful you chose not to eat early tonight. You hungrily consume her damp flesh, piling more pleasant sensations on Somi. Her hands sneakily clasp at your pants. Deep in your lust you don’t notice your pants slowly coming off, along with your boxers. Your rigid shaft slaps her toned midriff. Shockwaves of pleasure cause her body to quiver in your lap. Her dignified character slowly shifts to that of her more openly lewd friends.

“God you’re so fucking hot.” You hiss against her chest. Another rapturous surge fills Somi’s sexy figure.

Now it’s her turn. She works against your continuous flow of pleasure in wrestling her own pants off. Suddenly you feel a damp tingle in your groin. Her thong can’t keep her wet entrance at bay. Without interrupting you she guides your cock around her slit then creates warm friction between you two with your tip around her folds.

Collective moans escape your mouths as Somi slams her hips directly against your cock. She starts gyrating her hips to allow your dick to stretch her velvety walls out. You’re still consumed by her well-endowed breasts, never wasting a second without squeezing them and tasting her nubs.

“Fuck, that’s so damn big!” Somi gasps an airy moan. You push her against the steering wheel that activates your car’s horn. Didn’t matter that you were in the valet of a hotel. The only way this ends is either in climax or you getting forced out into the open streets.

You and Somi work together to reach that high, slamming your cock upward while she fucks herself against your shaft. Her erotic moans block out the much louder blares of your car’s horn. If things go well, you’ll add more red spots on her body later. Despite how noisy you two were, not a single bellboy notices the action happening nearby. Under the bright lights of the valet you relish each other’s bodies as consolation for the annoyance that were Somi’s buddies.

“Gonna cum! I’m about to cum!” Somi cries out. Her fingers rake your hair as she relentlessly crashes faster and faster against your throbbing shaft. One of the only crashes you wouldn’t mind being a part of. Your tongue slides down to her midriff. Now half her body is filled with your saliva. For a second you assume that someone’s finally decided to put an end to your indecent acts. Nope, it’s just the car gently rocking with your movements. Her relentless hips could make a good hydraulics substitute.

The next crash is inevitable. You’re seconds away from flying over the edge. “I’m gonna cum too.”

“Fill me, babe. I want all of your cum to drip out my worn out pussy.”

Her words, combined with her pleasure-filled face, are more than enough to end you. A deep throaty groan precedes your release. Thick shots of hot semen coat her warm, moist walls. Somi rolls her head back one more time, accepting your heavy load. Your seed drips down from her pussy to the carpets and clothes. Nothing new, you’ve had a fair share of damp rags from some very horny passengers.

You lean back into your seat, exhausted and sweaty. “That’s quite the payment.”

Somi playfully slaps you in the chest, her features showing irk with your joke. “Guess what, driver. I want to go somewhere else. Take me away from here. Double the payment.”

“Where do you want to go, ma’am?”

“Your place.”

First Lesson (Blackpink Jisoo)

One kiss is all it takes. You’re scrambling how to get out, but it’s too late.

Jisoo’s bed is a little too unstable; the slightest movement creates an audible creak and mild wriggle comparable to a distant earthquake. Your fingers, through their shakiness, grip to her soft, clean blanket. You shouldn’t be here, at least right now and in this stage of your relationship. She’s nowhere to be found—but she did say she’ll only take a moment. Thirty minutes have passed since then.

Part of you wants to leave quietly and call her when you reach home (she’ll understand), but you’re too kind to ghost her like that. An instinctive decision turned into an inescapable trap. Your fault. The movie was getting too romantic and it felt like the perfect opportunity to do the same. Such impulsive action seldomly happens. You never made the first move until that moment. Look where you’ve ended up.

The partially opened door budges. Kim Jisoo walks in, still in her red sweater but her jeans have shifted into comfortable shorts. Her eyes gleam under the dim orange light. Not a surprise that you’ve fallen for her at first sight. If only there was a record player and some fifties’ song in the background. Then the mood would be perfect.

She gently sits next to you on the bed, your gaze never departing her. Everything about her is dainty and graceful like a trained princess. Might as well be one in disguise as an average girl. The way she moves never fails to take your breath away. All thought of leaving is but a passing memory.

You can feel your heart beating through your chest. As comfortable as you are with her, you’re tense. Unsteady. Being in her bedroom worsens these dreadful feelings. One wrong play and it likely comes crashing down, the same way one kiss turned into an intense makeout session at the movie theater. These thoughts linger for what seemed to be hours, but her gentle voice sends you back to reality.

“Baby.”

Your eyebrows are raised, unaware of the words she just said, except for one. An involuntary “huh” escapes your breath. Jisoo giggles and slaps you in the knee. Out of all the times to be deep in your obliviousness. Way to go, what a good start to your bedroom talk.

But Jisoo’s charmful laughter comforts you. You did nothing wrong. At worst, it’s a petty mistake that will be long forgotten when the night’s over.

A subtle grin replaces the gnashing of your teeth. Jisoo sees this and reflects with a brighter, wider gummy smile. If there’s anything you’ll never beat her in, it’s in a smiling contest, that’s for sure.

All appears to be fine, just the two of you beside each other’s warm bodies—until you feel the heat surge throughout your face.

Jisoo pulls you in for a deep, torrid kiss. Something about this feels different compared to the silver screen. The setting surely adds to the intimacy of the scene. Except this isn’t a movie, it’s reality. Her pink lipstick still has that stick, even many hours after passing. A pair of soft hands clutch your face, which leads to yours cupping her pristine features too. It’s passionate, amorous, tender—any word that defines romance describes your shared feelings with each other.

Your smooch never breaks as you two crash into the mattress. Through the up and waves of the bed, your tongues explore the other’s mouth. The taste of her lips is more savory than the five star restaurant you had your date in. From her cheeks your hands roam down her perfect waist, the red sweater she has on acting as a barrier between you and her smooth, silky skin. Hers never lets go of your face, however; she treats it like her most prized treasure. Anyone that puts their mark on you will have to fight her, even to the death if need be.

A war wages on between your impulses and your mind. At some point you’ll have to confess your lack of inexperience. That time is now.

“Wait.” Pull away from her lips and sit up again.

“Hmm?” Jisoo is confused by your sudden withdrawal but joins you in sitting afterward. “What’s wrong?”

A few seconds of internal debating whether to let her know or not. Sigh. It has to happen eventually.

“I’ve never done this before.” You say remorsefully while looking down at the floor.

“What do you mean?”

“You know, the thing.”

“Oh. You mean to tell me you’ve never had sex before?”

You nod with your face remaining down. If there’s any time to leave or change her mind, it might as well be here.

“That’s great.” Her answer leaves you surprised. Your head stops bowing shamefully and tilts toward her again. “It means you’ll lose your virginity to me, isn’t that great?”

“I suppose it is,” you say, puzzled by her excitement. She’s had a few flings before you, so sex wasn’t anything new to her. “I mean, I seriously don’t know how I’m gonna do this.”

A smile then a kiss on the cheek is her response. Her right palm rubs against your flushed red cheek. “You really don’t know what it’s like, huh? We have our firsts, after all. Let me make it memorable for you.”

Jisoo kicks the slippers off her feet then crawls to the center of the bed. “Come.”

You oblige and follow after her, also punting your shoes and partially loose socks. She sits in an Indian position, which you copy. Your eyes focus only on Jisoo like an eager student waiting for the teacher’s lesson.

“I want you to kiss me,” she says bluntly. A simple command should be near impossible for you to get incorrectly. Immediately your lips crash into hers for another torrid smooch. Only five seconds till she pushes you away, causing you to recoil against her pillows.

“What did I do wrong?” you ask, puzzled by where you made a mistake.

She gives you a mildly displeased look. Even when angry she’s still adorable, which makes it difficult to take her seriously.

“Forced.” That’s it. One word. You don’t understand. She glares at you, hoping you’d get a clue, but instead you’re even more dumbfounded. It’s like you learned a new word for the first time. Her stern voice, which barely appears, terrifies you.

“Don’t get it? You come off as very hasty. Girls don’t like it when you look desperate.”

The gradual drop of your jaw expresses your newfound discovery. She’s your first, so your inexperience will come to light.

“Okay. Do it again.” Her voice switches from austere to casual at a switch’s flip.

Sit up close to her once more. This time you’re hesitant. Uneasy that she might correct you again. A bead of sweat flows down your face. You just stare awkwardly while she waits for you to comply.

“I won’t hurt you. I promise,” she says in her quiet, tender inflection, lightening your anxious heart.

So you pull yourself together and kiss her again. Slow and gentle is your approach, allowing your lips to sink into hers inch by inch. Your eyes go shut; the only sensation you want to feel is her delicate tongue pressed against yours. Sweet and sweeter.

Jisoo doesn’t resist. She gives in to the smooch and joins you in blind bliss by closing her eyes too. Her hands run exploratory laps all over your back, needy and desperate to remove your shirt. You regain awareness for a brief moment and take her hint. The five seconds you break the kiss are the most agonizing yet. One lifted and tossed aside shirt later, you’re back to indulging her lips again.

A sudden surge in strength causes you to overpower Jisoo. From her seated position you lower her upper body to the mattress, your lips sealed with hers. Another brief break when she slips her red sweater off, joining your discarded shirt somewhere on the floor. Under the low light, with you on top of her, you stare into the stars in her eyes. They only want one thing: you.

You and Jisoo repeatedly enter the same song and dance. Kiss, stop, an unnecessary piece of fabric is removed. It’s easier to learn with repetition after all. So this goes on a couple more times, until you’re left with your boxers while she’s only in her lingerie and underwear. Somewhere in between she rolls you over that you’re beneath her now. She quickly unclasps her bra and tosses it aside before you even think about the idea. There’s a lot you need to learn before you get the chance.

Her hand seizes your bulge, restrained only by your boxers. A pleasurable groan escapes your mouth and you wince, having been caught off guard. What is this new feeling?

“Ready for the next part?” she asks. Unaware of your body acting on it’s own, you nod impulsively.

Jisoo slides your briefs off, freeing your hard cock from its agonizing prison. Afterward she clutches your shaft then gives it two pumps. More groans from you in response. You might as well have actually cum when your precum leaks and drips over your shaft.

“So you really are a virgin after all. But god, you’re huge.”

You’re overwhelmed by pleasure to fully hear her comments. Even if you did, you’d never think much of them anyway. Jisoo then slips her own panties, then tosses the remaining clothes away to be forgotten as well. She parts your legs and hovers above your dick, preparing to fill her entrance with your shaft.

“I’m going to put you in me. Ready?” she asks. With your recollected awareness, you nod once more. Not another word needed to be said.

She lowers herself steadily while you intently watch your cock disappear into her sensitive pussy inch by inch. Despite only minutes passing it feels like hours of slow, harrowing torture. Upon completely burying your shaft inside her, Jisoo lets out a loud moan.

“Oh that feels so damn good,” she mumbles while her nails dig deep into your chest. You release another drawn out gasp too.

“What do I do now?” you ask, the first words you say since you’ve mindlessly made out with her.

She snaps from dick filled daze, looks down at you, then slightly grins. “Fill me out.”

Your body hears her loud and clear and begins thrusting upward. Her tight, velvety walls clamp harshly against your rigid shaft. Quiet whimpers turn to deep, raucous moans that echo all around her bedroom. Each pump is slow and careful, still wary of causing pain to her. Your eyes fight through intense sensory overload and watch Jisoo’s breasts bounce with each slam against your waist.

“Oh, oh fuck, you’re doing great. Keep fucking me like this.” Such profanity rarely comes from Jisoo’s mouth but sounds so rewarding to hear.

Jisoo throws her head back in bliss, savoring your every lengthy and deep plunge into her warmth. Her slick, wet, and tight pussy swamps your senses unlike anything else and makes you just as much of a noisy mess as she is. You’d happily never have sex after this. It fills you with such euphoric pleasure that might never be reached again.

A pair of eager palms grab her chest and squeeze her mounds. Her moans reach a higher level of loudness that you never thought she’d make. You have no control over your lust filled body—it just acts on its primal urges that have been awakened for the first time.

Continuing to act on without any prompts, you sit up and bury your face into her tits. Hungrily you devour her taut nipples, giving a handful of wet, sloppy slurps. She buries her head beside yours, a relentless burst of whimpers continually leaving her mouth. You didn’t need any sort of verbal approval to know you were doing it right. Her erotic whispers tell everything you wanted.

An endless stream of curses that never run out fill your ears with satisfaction. Your strength gets the better of you and you press Jisoo against the headboard. The slow, careful pace you’ve been filling her up gradually picks up in speed. Her nails dig deep into your hair and neck, needy to reach that climax. Forget about learning; time to be selfish.

A wetter sensation fills your groin as she orgasms first. Her juices coat your shaft which accelerates your own peak. It’s becoming harder to stop—that not the thought would come up in the first place. She’d never tell you to pull out even if you tried.

“Jisoo, I’m gonna—” Too late. The lesson is over. Your final result is a wave of seed planted inside her womb. A deep cry reverberates around the room while your body still rides through the orgasm.

With your bodies still pressed against the headboard, a hand reaches around her features. Quiet, deep breaths replace the sonorous lovemaking sounds from minutes ago. Still inundated by her climax, Jisoo barely musters enough energy to look you right in the eyes. It’s love again, not lust.

“You’ve passed. Great job,” she says before looking down again. Her approval is enough to put a wide grin on your face. Kiss her on the shoulder. Such creamy skin is never tiring to touch. “But we’re not done yet. There’s still a lot you have to learn.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” You wonder what else is next, and that was quite a lot to take in after just one lesson.

Jisoo breaks the embrace then gingerly reaches for her bedside desk. From the drawer she pulls out a bottle and presents it in front of you. ‘Lube’ is written on the cylinder.

“Ready for lesson two?”

(A/N: Pokémon has me hooked for a week, trying out these glitches. I still haven’t even got to badge four. Anyway, I’m really excited for Snowdrop. Jisoo’s so cute and I can’t wait for her acting debut. Thank you for reading!)

Present (Kim Minju)

Come to the office after the party. Fourth floor. I’ll hand you your real gift myself <3

From your secret santa,

Minmin

You quietly read through the note of the gift you received. Signs of her premature departure were made clear early on. The way she acted distant from her fellow employees, how she always would position herself at the back of staff photos, and how she actively shied away from games. She clearly had other plans that day, but at least she put you, the recipient of her present, on notice.

Leaving the present behind (it was just a typical coffee mug anyway), you make up an excuse to your peers to make a beeline for the doors to get out there as fast as possible. As you look around, thankfully there’s no one else spotting you entering the elevator. One quick tap later, you find yourself where she wanted you to be: the fourth floor of the studio offices.

Only your footsteps can be heard while you walk around the floor searching for Minju. Everyone else is enjoying themselves downstairs, leaving a dead silent office. As you approach your quarters, you notice that the lights are on. It’s the only lit up space in a mostly dim hall. There’s no way it could be anyone else but her alone.

You gently turn the knob and slowly enter your personal quarters. As your eyes pierce through the blinding light, they’re welcomed by an unusual but sensual sight.

“Hey.” Minju huskily greets you as you come in. “I’m so glad you read my note. This would have been a complete waste if you didn’t.”

Your eyes widen and jaw drops. In front of you is Kim Minju, your partner at work, dressed in indecent clothing and seated on your desk. Gone is the cute beret and red jacket she sported earlier. Instead, a thin black dress with a short skirt draws your lust-filled gaze towards her.

“Holy fuck, Minmin.”

Seeing your awe for her elicits a smirk from her. “Don’t think I’ve been so naive, boy. I know that you sometimes look at me funny while we’re working.” Minju spreads her long, creamy legs wide with a slight giggle. “You like?”

No words can properly describe the lust coursing you. You drop to your knees and nod. It’s the only response you have.

“Remember when I said that I’d hand over your gift myself? Well I’m the gift. What are you waiting for? Come here and unwrap your present.”

A switch flips inside your head and your primal urges take over. The way you draw toward her is almost instantaneous. She’s become a lightning rod of your desires and her body is the best present you could ever have asked for.

As if that wasn’t enough, Minju spreads her arms wide, ready to receive you. She’s practically asking, begging for you to break her.

You’re not one to tear your gifts in half. One by one, you remove her heels, mindful not to damage them. Afterward, you peel off the pair of stockings off her long legs. Your actions are slow and delicate, wanting to tease her.

Her sultry gaze shifts to that of slight irritance. “C’mon, fuck me already.”

“I only get to open gifts once a year.” Your lips slowly lick and kiss up her smooth skin. “Let me savor the act of opening my present.”

As you reach her inner thigh, Minju’s eyes struggle to remain open. Her fingers brush against your hair and she lets out a mild but audible moan. Your own digits clasp her similarly colored underwear then slide it down her too. Now there’s nothing between you and the real prize: her pussy.

Pour a few more sloppy kisses on her inner thigh then finally, you graze her slit. At the touch of your tongue, she throws her head back and her groans become louder. Her fingers have glued themselves to your hair as you swallow and lap up her sensitive cavern. Soft, muffled hums escape your breath while you continue to lick her nub and satisfy her.

“Oh fuck, that’s so good. Don’t stop. Please don’t.”

You respond by devouring her pussy, fully immersing your face deep between her warmth. Minju quivers, flails, and trembles uncontrollably. The endless pleasure drives her mad and she finds herself thirsting for more. Her body begins to fold under the pressure and she can’t keep herself seated for much longer.

Up until this point, your slow, patient technique has kept you mostly restrained. As you indulge in her wet, delicious flesh, you find your pace quickening. She tasted better than any wine or drink from the party and you couldn’t get enough. Your hands rumble as they latch onto her thighs, relishing the sensation of her thick, creamy skin.

Several slurps later, Minju finally falls apart. She orgasms. Hard. Your mouth consumes it all. The torrent of her wet juices and slick. Not a single drop of her wasted. Even after you swallow and depart her pussy, she continues to shake and vibrate frantically.

“Please, I need you inside me. Now.” Through uncontrollable pleasure, Minju’s able to spare a few words. Not that you needed any, but her needy, desperate tone compels you to comply. And comply you do.

While she slumps on the desk, you hastily undo your suit and slacks then toss them aside along with her clothes. Afterward, you hop on the desk and reach for the back of her slim dress, struggling to undo her zipper. For a moment, it seemed like you broke it, but they didn’t. You slide them down as she’s now as naked as you are.

Your eyes meet in a passionate look of lust. You want to keep her waiting a little more, but that wanton stare and subtle lip bite tell you otherwise.

As you lean down to kiss her, your erect shaft slowly inserts itself inside her. With a deep groan, you impale her hilt-deep while your lips sink into her neck.

“Fuck,” both of you collectively say as her nails trail down your back and dig into your skin.

You relish the feeling of her tight cunt for a brief moment. Her legs snake around your hips to keep you in her. Pulling out never crossed your mind either way.

Minju suddenly groans and yelps as you take her by the waist and pump into her. Flesh slapping against flesh makes a harmonious yet rewarding sound. Your eyes wander at the ceiling above then slam shut as the only things you want to feel are her wet pussy, her erotic noises, and your own gasps as you carry on with pounding her.

Between quick, sensual moans, she hisses in your ear what you’ve wanted to hear. “You’re filling me up so fucking well. Harder.”

Your body acts on its own accord. Involuntarily your thrusts shift pace, drilling her without a care for her comfort nor yours. You grunt as her walls choke your cock, unknowingly releasing your mouth’s grip on her neck. The end is coming much faster than you expected. So you try to stave off the inevitable as much as you can, but Minju refuses. She tightens her hold around your hips and she rocks against your pumps with harsh force.

“Gonna cum, Minmin.” You breathe against her neck and send shivers down her spine.

“That’s it. Let it all out and fill me with everything you have. Don’t stop.”

And that’s all she wrote. It takes three pumps later before you stretch her walls with your full length and climax. With a groan of her name, you orgasm. A powerful wave of your seed fills her up, making her cunt mushy and warm.

Snow isn’t the only white substance coating the whole place.

“Oh that feels so fucking good.” Minju murmurs into your ear then pushes your head toward hers for a soft, gentle kiss on the lips. A moment of intimacy after the intense session.

As gratifying as it was to cum in her, you felt disappointed that you couldn’t savor her as much as you wanted. Oh well.

“So what do you think about your present?” she asks with a cheeky, innocent smile.

Before you give your answer, another kiss on her temple. “Best present ever.”

You can’t wait to take your gift home.

Shot in the night (Rosé - Blackpink)

As you grab a subway card from the dispenser, you bump into someone right when you turn around. The sudden collision causes both cards to drop to the ground.

“Oh shit, my bad,” you blurt out impulsively. You hastily reach to pick up your card, but right as you grab one of the cards, another hand meets yours at the opposite end. Both you and the stranger take the card simultaneously until your eyes meet. Turns out it’s a girl that you ran into.

“Is this your card?” she asks.

“No, I’m pretty sure this is yours,” you reply back.

“I don’t think so.”

“I think this is your card, mine is still on the floor.”

“Definitely not. You should take it.”

While you both contend whose card belonged to whom, you can’t help but awkwardly smile at the girl. She had a melodic voice and cute features. She notices your facial reaction and giggles. Neither of you minded the small queue piling up in the ticket dispenser. Seeing this, she grabs the other card left on the floor and hands it over to you. Even as you take it from her, your gaze never departs from hers. 

“We should probably leave now,” you say as you peep at the line of slightly irritated travelers ahead of you. The girl flashes a wide grin as you both retrieve your respective cards and head downstairs to catch the next train. 

Something about this girl has your stream of thought in a frenzy. She’s caught your heart unknowingly, and you hope you’d break the ice and start small talk with her. Before you’re able to muster up the confidence, she leaves you behind and disappears into the endless crowd of moving bodies. Perhaps that was it. A random, innocent encounter with someone you'd most likely never think about again. 

Once the next train arrives, you step onboard and take a seat between a pair of random people. Like that girl, as you move from station to station, people from all walks of life come and go without a second glance. They all have somewhere to go and so do you, even late into the night.

Much like those same people, you mind your own business with your head down and eyes glued to your phone. It’s all routine to you at this point. 

Several stops later, a familiar voice catches your attention. “Hey there. It’s you again.”

Look up and behold, the girl you met in front of the ticket dispenser is seated beside you. Her right arm leans into the seat and her eyes have an intent gaze. The same feelings you had are building up in your chest again. 

“Hi, I didn’t realize you were traveling in the same station as me.” Each word comes out of your mouth awkwardly.

“You’re so cute.” Her compliment combined with that sweet voice makes your heart flutter. Before you know it, your cheeks are rosy.

“What’s your name?” you ask, still nervous.

“Park Chaeyoung.”

“Nice to meet you, Chaeyoung.” This time, you can feel your voice grow slightly more confident.

A voice from the speaker interrupts your conversation. “Next stop: Station 45. Please take the Blue lane for Stations 51-68.”

“Oh, this is where I swap stations then,” you say while standing up. “I hope we can see each other again sometime.”

As the train reaches its next destination, you line up in front of the doors, ready to leave. Little do you know Chaeyoung is inches behind you. The panels flip open, and a sea of bodies enter the train. After you let them pass, you make your leave. Take a flight of stairs up, then walk past several terminals until you reach the Blue lane. She’s quietly following along without drawing your attention. 

The next train arrives at the station shortly after. A few more stations and you’ll be home. With tired thoughts, you enter and take a seat. Chaeyoung takes the one beside you again. 

“Same station, huh?” you ask as she sits on your left.

“Yep.” 

Once the train starts rolling, she starts to speak. “So tell me, what’s your job? What do you do?”

As much as you want to entertain her, you’re exhausted. “It’s very boring stuff. You’d melt in your chair of boredom if I I told you that.” 

“C’mon, don’t be shy. It’s okay, I’m more than willing to listen,” she answers in a singsong tone.

Sigh. She’s quite persistent. Maybe if you reply with something average, she’ll leave you alone. 

“It’s just office work. And I mean, a typical nine-to-five. What else did you expect?”

“I see. And what exactly do you do?”

Roll your eyes. She’s becoming a little too intrusive. But you can’t really be frustrated at her, especially with how nice she asked, and with those cute eyes, beaming with anticipation every time you open your mouth. 

“Lots of paperwork. I go around the place meeting men in suits and sign a bunch of shit that I can barely understand. Is that good enough of a job description?”

Chaeyoung laughs. “You’re a little hilarious. Yeah, that’s quite a job description, all right.” Awkward silence fills the space between you for a little, but then: “What a dull job you have.”

“Hey, I did say what else did you expect!” Your angry reaction gets another laugh from Chaeyoung. 

“Oh man. You really are adorable, aren’t you?” She leans back into her seat with her right leg raised on her opposite leg. “I really like you.”

As soon as she says that, your cheeks blush brighter than the sun. Maybe, just maybe, you really like her too. It’s not often that someone, especially a woman like her, comes in to spice up your dull, everyday life. 

Now it’s your turn to ask. “Mind if I ask what you do as well? It’s only fair for me to ask.”

She meets your question with a head shake. “Nope.”

“What do you mean no? I told you my job, it’s only right I know yours!”

“Won’t tell ya.” Chaeyoung gives you a taunting, mocking smirk with crossed arms. She’s frustrating as she is charming to talk to.

“Are you fucking serious? You’re really getting on my nerves.”

“Been called way worse than that.”

Sigh again. Chaeyoung’s pushing your patience to its absolute limits. You’re certain she’s trying to bait you into doing something you’ll end up regretting. From that point, you shut your mouth and turn away from her. Lovely as she looks, her personality’s a different entity altogether. 

As the train stops and goes along, you can’t help but give occasional glances at her. She’s too quirky for you to refuse to play along. And she knows it too, by the way she lightly smirks whenever you  look at her. Those confident features are imprinted on your mind. 

Two stations left. In the middle of the quietness, she finally speaks up. “I sing. There.”

The answer you’ve sought for isn’t really enough. Turn and look at her again. “You sing?” She nods. 

“Where? Like a bar singer, or a busker? You look too beautiful to be singing in the streets.”

“Yeah, well, I really can’t tell you that. Sorry.”

At first, you were annoyed that she refused to answer again. But the somber tone in her voice tells you that it’s a deeply personal secret. You’re uncertain whether to pry into her or leave it at that.

“I hope you don’t mind if I ask, but what exactly do you mean you sing?” 

She sits upright in her seat then pushes you closer to her ear. “Don’t ever tell anyone, but I am quite popular in places.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Chaeyoung whispers in your ear as quietly as possible. “You know what an idol is, right?” Shake your head.

“You really don’t know what an idol is?” She tries to confirm if you really don’t know. You really had no knowledge, so you shake your head again. 

“Sorry, I only know American Idol, but that’s pretty much it. Did you join that show?” You mumble in her neck.

“Oh, not that idol. I mean like, I sing and dance and perform for large crowds and they look up to me as a good figure. That idol.”

You weren’t sure how to reply to that. Before you can think of an appropriate response, a voice announces over the speakers. “Next stop: Station 68. This is the last station in the Blue lane. Thank you for riding with us!”

Remembering that this is where you leave, you draw away from her and stand up. “It’s been fun, but this is where I live. Hope to see you around, Chaeyoung.”

Chaeyoung could only raise her hand slightly and wave in response. Even as the train approaches its final stop, you look back at her and she remains glued to her seat, as if refusing to leave. You spot that her mostly joyous look has turned to a moderate frown. Regardless, you have somewhere to be, and get off.

As you approach the subway exit, you hear footsteps growing louder by the second. 

“Wait!” 

Stop in your tracks and turn around. Chaeyoung somehow caught up to you and once she’s reached you, rests her hands on her knees. She gasps for air as she takes a minute to recover from that pursuit. 

“I never realized, but this was your ticket actually. I’m sorry.” She slips a red card from her coat pocket and extends it out to you.

“Then you’re saying that I—”

“Yeah.” She continues to huff and puff for oxygen while she still has her arm stretched out. “I actually took yours by accident. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine,” is your reply while you take your actual card and replace it with the card in your pocket. “Is that everything you wanted to tell me?”

“Yeah, have a good night.” Chaeyoung happily waves goodbye and takes her card into her coat.

“Goodnight then.” With that, you turn away and head home.

Right as you walk a few steps, you feel something take your hand. Look back and it’s Chaeyoung again, her hand intertwined with yours.

“What now?” you ask.

Her eyes sparkle as they meet with yours. “Can you take me back to your place?”

—————

“This place isn’t bad at all,” she says as she looks around your apartment. “Guess that boring job of yours has some benefits.”

“Sorry if it looks like a mess, I haven’t had time to clean up around here.” You open up the lights to your bedroom. Take your suit and coat off, leaving only a white undershirt. After you open the television, you dive into your couch and reopen a partially consumed pack of chips. “But yeah, if you need anything, let me know.”

“I hope you don’t mind that I use your bathroom.”

“Go ahead.”

Half an hour passed and you’re getting too invested in the basketball game. Since then, you’ve grabbed a can of beer and opened another pack of chips. You intently watch while you down on your second round of junk food. Right as a foul is called, your new acquaintance and guest emerges from the bathroom.

“Look over here.” 

Your attention is diverted away from the screen and unknowingly your jaw drops in shock. Chaeyoung stands in front of the door with her leg crossed, only in a white shirt and most of her pale skin exposed except for the shorts that were concealed under her massive coat the whole time. 

“Holy fucking shit,” impulsively comes out of your mouth. You weren’t sure if it’s the alcohol you drank kicking in or that your heart skipped a beat when you saw how hot she was. Is this another one of her tricks to play you again?

She struts from the door to the screen, all while your gaze never leaves her legs. 

“Okay, that’s great, but, uh, there’s a game on right now. Mind if you move out of the way, please?” You try to feign ignorance, but she doesn’t take you seriously. Chaeyoung leans back against the television, making sure the only thing your eyes are focused on are her and nothing else.

It’s clear she wants to bait you into an action you’ll wind up regretting. Who cares, right?

“You’ll have to make me.” 

That’s more than enough to get you off that couch. Approach her and size her up as she coyly avoids eye contact with you. Beneath that sweet face are passionate, lewd intentions. Her fingers sneak around and clasp the hem of your undershirt, playfully tugging at the fabric ever so slightly. Your stare remains fixated on her features while she tiptoes around you, away from the screen and towards the bed. One little step at a time she lures you until you’re both on the edge; she’s just begging you to push her onto it. No words, just follow what she wants.

Her slender figure crashes onto the mattress with a slight bounce. Right as you’re about to join her, her feet get in the way and stop you in your tracks.

“Ah ah.” Chaeyoung kicks her feet up, implying what you should do.

This is where you should lose it and quit, but you don’t. You’re not really yourself right now, and you know this. So does she. 

Grab her feet and peck her toes. Left to right you shower her delicate thumbs with soft yet wet kisses. She’s tickled by your lips and throws her head back with peppy giggles. Despite the sensitiveness of her soles, she manages to grab the remote beside her and changes the channel. What a coincidence that her face is also on the screen. A music video starring her. You’re too engrossed in entertaining her to look back.

“Is this enough?” You ask with a slight gruff. She barely tilts her head up to face you. Another chuckle escapes her breath when you peck her feet again. 

“N-not yet. You’re so good—a-ah!”

Chaeyoung yelps as you hear her unsatisfied with your work. The kisses come at a quicker and sloppier pace this time. She releases the remote from her grip as she begins to quiver and buckle under your passion. Your hands trace their way up her thighs, cupping her soft, thick flesh. Throughout all this, your disgust and annoyance is slowly replaced with thirst and hunger for her slim, sexy body. 

Her fingers claw at your sheets, desperate to keep herself in control, but it’s becoming overwhelming to endure. She can’t help but groan and moan, a more than welcome sound that pleases your ears. Kiss up to her thighs and fill both of her legs with your spit. Your hands clasp at her shorts, but you struggle to pull them off her. 

An unwelcome ringing noise interrupts the action. A beam of light flashes briefly in her shorts’ left pocket. Her phone. Chaeyoung sits up then whips it out while she makes a gesture at you. “Did I tell you to stop? I never said stop!”

With that, you continue to kiss her as she immediately falls back into the bed. While she answers her phone, you wrestle with the buttons and zipper of her bottoms. 

“Hello?” she speaks into the phone with a singsong tone. She tries not to budge as you continue to pour kisses on her silky legs, but she can’t help but tremble and shake frantically. “I’m sorry I’m not there tonight, I was getting bored and—aaah!”

After a little effort, you tug her shorts down. Her underwear shortly follows. Chaeyoung does her best not to acknowledge you but you’re becoming more of a distraction with each passing moment. You couldn’t care any less about the person on the other side. 

“Tomorrow? We can’t leave yet—aaaah!”

She suddenly yelps with a high-pitched inflection as your tongue darts around her sensitive nub. Poke and nudge at her clit repeatedly in random directions. Even as her body buckles under the overflow of pleasure, she manages to keep her phone in her hand steady. Ignore that the caller’s asking what’s happened to her—they’re but a mild inconvenience. 

“Wh-where am I? I’ll be on my way back to the hotel—oh god!” Chaeyoung continues to yell into the phone. Not an ideal cover up. Her tight frame quivers as you lick and swirl her nub while your hands palm and squeeze her thighs. She releases her phone from her grip and can’t hold herself back any longer. Neither of you notice that the call ended. It’s all good since you can have her all to yourself again.

She spasms and reaches her climax. Her eyes go completely shut. Waves of slick and wet juices gush out and you lap it all up. Every last drop. 

As she gasps for air, you take the opportunity to lift her white shirt off and toss it aside. Afterward, you reach towards the back of her black bra and unclasp it. Your own clothes come off too; first is your undershirt, then the belt, and finally your slacks and boxers. Still recovering from her orgasm, you grab her by the waist and lift her back into the bathroom.

Put her down in front of the mirror. Her legs wobble as she needs to grip on the sink to keep herself stable. Kiss the back of her neck softly.

“God you’re so fucking beautiful. Tell me, who was that on the phone with you?” you whisper huskily in her ear. Kiss her nape again.

“It’s…it’s…” Chaeyoung’s overwhelmed by pleasure to say another word. Even her stutter sounds so attractive.

You line your stiff shaft between her thighs. Her mouth gradually makes an ‘O’ shape as your full length makes itself at home with her legs. Your hand intertwines with hers once more as you give her another kiss on her neck. 

Slowly you thrust between her thighs at a snail’s pace. Both of you let out quiet groans as your cock drives between her creamy legs. You wrap Chaeyoung in a huge embrace. A tranquil moment after the intense session. Between moans you gnaw at her collarbone and shoulder while her whines become melodic hums and whimpers. The sight of Chaeyoung’s happiness in the mirror arouses you even more.

“Was that a manager? Mm, fuck, your skin feels so delicious.” You mumble into her neck, sending chills down her spine.

“Yes…fuck, I need that in me so damn bad.”

Your ears twitch when they hear Chaeyoung beg for your cock in her. After all that teasing, she’s now a vulnerable, needy mess. You won’t give it to her that easily. 

With a husky tone, you answer, “Not until I get what I want.”

As you finish speaking into her ear, you steadily increase your tempo between her thighs. Your eyes also slam shut as you tighten your hold of her slim body. You had no intention to let her go. Chaeyoung doesn’t seem to mind either. She sinks deeper into your embrace as you pump yourself into the high you wanted.

It doesn’t take long before you hit that climax too. Even though it felt like eternity, you end up orgasming within minutes. With a deep groan you fill her creamy legs with a blast of your seed. Your hands clasp even harder on her soft flesh as the aftermath of your peak causes you to shiver and vibrate uncontrollably. You temporarily rest your head on her shoulder after the orgasm.

“Please. I need that inside me, please.” Her tender voice urges you to power on. As exhausted as you were, there was still one more place left to fill.

You lead her hand down your shaft to stroke it back to hardness. Once it’s done, you pin it on the sink again. From behind, you slowly impale yourself into her to the hilt, eliciting another long, collective groan. 

Absent-mindedly you pump her to the brim, stretching her velvety walls thin. Between the orgasm and the fact that you’ve had a long day, you had no consideration for her comfort. Only fuck her. That’s your only thought. 

“Fuck, fuck, that’s so deep. Yes.” 

Chaeyoung has seemingly gone quiet and subdued. No longer was she the teasing or high-spirited woman you’ve met on that train, but a completely different person. A wanton, loose mess. Her moans wavered, but your thrusts strengthened and intensified. Your hand pulls on one of the blonde braids of hair that elicits a brief yelp from her mouth. 

You can feel yourself on the verge of staggering, but it’s just the dizziness of alcohol and fatigue. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for you to finish a second time. 

Another powerful wave of cum fills her up, this time in her womb. You spasm and cling to her for dear life, as if letting go were the end of you. The aftershocks leave you completely drained. As you ride down your climax, the room goes nearly silent. Deep breaths occupy the space left by your groans.

“Thank you.” Chaeyoung can barely get her words out, almost like they’re air. From that point, everything goes completely black.

—————

When you regain consciousness, you’re laying in bed. The sun is peeking through the windows of the apartment and the television is still on. Chaeyoung is nowhere to be found, as you expected. Rub your head from a seemingly sore migraine. Put on a bathrobe then look around the place, but she’s completely gone. Not a single trace of her. And maybe that’s just that. A small presence in your life that will be lost in your memories.

Afterward, your monotonous cycle goes on. She was an anomaly that temporarily spiced up your life. At least that’s what you thought. 

Months later, on a familiar night ride home, you bump into a figure at a ticket dispenser.

“Sorry, my bad—” you reach for your dropped card but your hand is greeted by another on the opposite end. As you look up, your eyes sparkle for the first time in a while.

Her.

Frozen Hearts (Saerom - fromis_9)

You wake up with a low groan and a severe pain on your head. You’ve had terrible starts to a morning, but not to this level of heightened agony. Your eyes can barely muster up the strength to open more than a quarter only. It feels like an anchor weighing you down when you try to move. It isn’t like you’re exhausted nor do you drink excessively—you simply feel a lot heavier than you normally do. 

Getting up is an immense struggle. Every fiber of your body refuses to cooperate. They drag along with heavy resistance. It’s like they don’t want to associate with you. Nevertheless, you’re able to stand on your two feet, albeit it takes a couple of falls to your knees. Your vision is blurred by a vast field of pure white; you aren’t sure if this is heaven, limbo, or some other plane of existence. Everywhere you turn, you are met with an endless void of nothingness. 

Am I dead? Certainly not. I can feel the cold air flow all around me.

Your left foot sinks into the thick snow when you take your first step. Same for the right foot. After the fifth step, you lose balance and land chin first into the sleet. Eyes go shut and you grimace in pain. Blood trickles out of your chin upon impact, but it’s only a minor cut. Clearly you’re not in the best condition to move, but your instincts tell you to continue, to survive, to live. 

With a grunt, you rise to your feet again then carefully trudge along the dense, endless stream of ice and frost.

The frigid atmosphere persisted. Your hands kept themselves wrapped around your body for most of the long, anxious walk. Under the relentless, icy winds you constantly shivered and trembled. Thankfully, the sun shone brightly, high in the clear sky. No signs of a brewing snowstorm. One less problem to worry about. Still, you struggled to journey down the vast, slush covered wasteland.

After hours upon hours of aimless hiking the frozen plains, you stumble upon chunks of metal and other random material. Your eyes widen as a piece of white metal reveals itself out of the snow. After you pass by it, more pieces continue to emerge, as if they lead to somewhere. With what little burst of energy you have, you start to jog a little, desperate to find where these shards would take you. Around the corner, you finally see its place of origin. Look up and your jaw drops.

Remnants of a destroyed airplane ripped in half lay above the ice. Its interior is exposed and open for exploration and dissection. Luggages and bags are left scattered around the wreckage, having been ejected from the compartments and storages during the crash. You refuse to think about what’s in there, let alone step inside. By some miracle, you managed to survive this. As you walk around the ruins, you can’t help but shiver—for a different reason.

Traces of skin are wedged between the plane’s engine. Lifeless bodies lay everywhere in the open, partially coated in ice. There isn’t much to see on the inside from where you stand, but you mostly assume it’s mostly the same there too. You grit your teeth and shake your head as the gruesome thoughts of death occupy your mind. None of these people deserved their sudden, cruel, and tragic fate. How you ended up a long distance from here, you don’t know. 

A silent prayer of peace is all you can say.

Remembering your urgency for survival, you take two random luggages then slowly walk away from the wreckage.

You can see the sun start to set over the horizon. Question is, where to go and what to do? Everywhere you turn is nothing but snow and frost, as well as sleet covered trees. Resources are extremely limited, who knows what animals might be roaming around, and civilization feels like another world altogether. Nature has stacked its cards against you, and you’ll end up just like everyone on that plane sooner than later.

With no plan, you decide to trudge forward. What lies ahead you don’t know, but it’s better to remain curious than to lay down and die. It would be a waste of a miracle if you give up so easily.

As night falls, the cool winds intensify. Even as your body shivers, you need to keep moving. Tired as you are, you can’t stop. It would be the end of you if you choose to stop. Damaged bags in hand, you lug your tired feet onward. Not even as the mild gale turns into a snowstorm, something you hoped wouldn’t happen. 

It’s almost impossible for you to see ahead because of the violent blizzards. Despite this, you had no choice but to continue. Even what’s right in front of you becomes difficult to perceive. As a result, you hit your knee on an icy rock and trip forward. With a scream you crash into the ice a second time, cutting up your face again and drawing more blood. It feels like nature is coming at you with all of her might. 

Using the bags as leverage, you manage to pick yourself back up, albeit your legs wobble uncontrollably. Take a deep breath, then grab the luggages and move again. This snowstorm won’t cease and neither will you. 

After a few steps, your ears twitch with sensitivity. You hear foreign noise—cries that you’ve never heard up until now. Desperately you soldier on, with hopes that you don’t run into anything hostile. Your eyes shift left and right, perusing the nearby surroundings for any possible threat. The noises swell by the minute. Something quickly approaches you. There’s no escape. 

From the bushes emerges a grey wolf. Its eyes gleam a bright yellow, its sharp teeth bare, ready to bite. Seconds later, another wolf jumps out to meet you, this time with black fur and blue eyes. The rest of the pack show up too; the hounds appear in pairs until they surround you in a wide circle. Twelve wolves versus one vulnerable man. 

You quietly hold as the pack closes their loop around you, their fangs exposed for destruction and consumption. They will certainly devour you within minutes. A choir of growls reverberate around the nearby surroundings. It appears that the road ends here for you. Maybe you could incapacitate two wolves if you’re lucky, but that’s about it. It was a good effort.

As you close your eyes and brace for imminent death, you hear a small hiss in the midst of the howling. 

The wolves see one of their own suddenly drop dead in front of their eyes then break position immediately. Chaos ensues; some scramble nearby in search of the killer, others begin to attack their own brethren, and the leader of the pack howls loudly in grief over the loss of a kin. Before you can grasp an idea of what’s happening, another wolf is suddenly taken out by this unknown force.

One by one the pack slowly disperses from you either by death or fleeing. Five wolves end up dead as a result. After that near-death scare, you’re free to move forward. You’re both confused and relieved. Put a hand on your rapidly beating chest and sigh. Another miraculous save and you might possibly get a heart attack.

“Are you okay?” A mysterious voice asks from the woods. Turn your head with raised eyebrows. From the bushes a coated figure appears. They have a bow and arrow in hand. That’s what they used to kill the wild wolves. 

“Yeah,” you answer back. “Thank you for saving me.”

“I’m glad I got wind of you. Who knows what could have happened if I was a second late.” The hooded figure walks from carcass to carcass to recollect their arrows. “I wasn’t expecting any other survivors.”

Their words take you by surprise. “Wait, are you a survivor too?” you ask.

“That’s right.”

Remembering the countless dead souls from the wreckage, you’re astounded that there’s also another one besides you. You approach her while they grab the last of their used arrows. “Wait, I want to thank you—”

As you grasp the person’s shoulder, they turn around and remove their hoodie. It’s actually a woman! When she meets your eyes with hers, you stagger back in shock and withdraw your hand. You’re unable to finish your sentence.

She gives you a cold glare, as if you offended her. “Well? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Coherent words struggle to form in your mouth. Despite the raggedy environment and mildly tattered garb, she looked beautiful. That was your first thought. Not only that, but she’s also a skilled archer, which boosted her appeal even more. You never expected a woman like her to be your savior. 

“I-I-I-I…” Your brain can’t process it all properly. What can you say? “I wasn’t expecting a woman to swoop in and save me.”

Her features turn sour. Incorrect response. “Well, would you have liked me to unsave you then? Okay, I’ll bring the wolves back. I can also do that!” 

“No!” You blurt out as she walks back into the bushes. “I didn’t mean it like that! What I meant was, I wasn’t expecting you to save me!”

“So would you have liked it if someone else saved you? Ungrateful ass,” is her reply, each word delivered snarkily. 

“No, no, no! I meant that I wasn’t expecting someone to save me at all! That’s what I meant!” 

No amount of corrections and explanations could change the fact that you pissed her off. Not a good first impression. A light moment in the midst of the seriousness. She brushes off your reasoning, annoyed that she wasted her arrows on someone like you. Even so, she doesn’t shoo you away and allows you to follow her back into a deserted house in the middle of the woods. 

“Woah, you built this?” you ask as she goes up the stairs.

“Nope, this was already here before. Got lucky.” The woman removes her boots before opening the door. She turns around before entering and looks back toward you. “What are you waiting for? Unless you wanna sleep with the wolves.”

You comply and follow her shortly into the house, shedding your sneakers outside in the process.

She takes off her thick coat then places it on a chair. Look around the place and it’s surprisingly well built and maintained. All the floors, tiles, and walls don’t appear too damaged. No electricity, though. Light fills the mostly dim room when she places a lamp on the table. 

The woman pulls one of the chairs from the table then sits down on another. “Settle in, we might be here for who knows how long.” 

You nod. Despite how blunt she was, you can tell she was welcoming enough for you to lower your guard. You remove your sweater and place it on the provided chair. Afterward, you sit opposite her. 

Awkward quietness fills the space between you two. You try to avoid eye contact with her while she intently stares you down. Her elbow is planted on the table while her arm supports her cheek. Where did your talkative self from earlier go? Maybe if you ignore her long enough, both of you will pass out from boredom or exhaustion.

You honestly didn’t know what to say. Especially after that terrible first impression, you became wary of your words, lest you piss her off. What else could you tell her other than ‘Thanks?’

After what feels like an eternity, she breaks the silence. “I want to ask you something.”

“What is it?” Your gaze meets hers. Those eyes. They’re like a magnet. All of your attention is drawn towards those expressive pupils. 

“If you don’t make it out of here alive, what is the last thing you want to be remembered for?”

“What?” involuntarily comes out of your mouth. It sounds like the right response to such a strange question. Thought provoking, yet incredibly bleak. She stares at you with those expressive, curious eyes, eager for your reply.

She sits there, waiting tirelessly as you process her question. Eventually, she lays her head on the table, but her patience persists. 

No amount of brainstorming could come up with a definite answer. “I don’t know.”

“Did you have a life before this?” She changes the topic. “What did you leave behind before you ended up here?”

And again, the answer is, “I don’t know.”

The woman raises her head from the table and sits upright again. “What were you travelling for, then? Why did you get on that plane? Where were you going?”

Take a deep breath. Your brain tries to process all of her questions. It’s almost like an angel is interrogating you before you get sent to heaven. In a normal situation, these would be ridiculous things to ask, but their magnitude is way different in a life or death scenario.

“I…wasn’t sure about where I was, as a person. All my life, it was always about following the orders of everyone else. It didn’t matter how I felt or how I’d end up, as long as I did what I was told, everything would turn out great for me. So I got on a plane, expecting things to fix themselves on the other side. You see, I was getting really tired of it all. Being yelled at like I was a puppet…it finally broke me. I was just done. I didn’t know who I was, and I yelled at my boss because of it.

“I probably shouldn’t have done that. The one time I finally thought about myself first, I felt really good about it. Next thing you know, I took a plane. I hoped that if I traveled for a bit, maybe I could rediscover who I really was and why I was acting like that. Little did I know I’d end up in the middle of a cold wasteland, without help, without a person to call. Who knows if they even care about me now.”

She leans back into her chair as you pour your heart out. You can’t help but let a few tears flow down your eyes as you bare yourself out to this stranger. “Happy?” you ask with a sniffle. It’s apparent in your tone and face that you’re done for the day. Her eyes never depart from you even as you get up and make your way into one of the empty rooms without asking her where they might be.

The following morning—or afternoon, since you don’t have a clear indicator of time—the sun’s light pierces through your eyes. When you enter the living room, the woman is nowhere to be found. A few articles of clothing which belong to her are still lying around, so she hasn’t deserted you completely. You step outside to a mostly serene forest—gone is the violent snowstorm from the night before. It’s completely quiet, without a trace of her, except for several footsteps marked in the snow. Your shoes are positioned on the stairs while her boots are gone. She must have gone to scavenge, you thought.

You take one of the chairs from the living room then place it on the porch. Deafening silence fills your nearby surroundings while you sit and wait for her to return. Watching the trees—covered in thick layers of frost—as you contemplate on them feels cathartic when panic and survival aren’t on your mind. A rabbit jumps out from the snow, its fur almost indistinguishable from the pale sleet. Its little frame almost draws a silent “Aww” out of you, until a blinding arrow pierces through its skin and it dies a swift, painful death.

Distinct footsteps follow the whir of the fast arrow. Your intuition was correct; she was looking for resources after all.

Your eyes can’t look away from her as she picks up her used arrow and dead rabbit. She turns your way in such a manner that draws a bright smile from you. It’s simple, but she has that effect on you. And you don’t know her name at all. The way she rolls her eyes and shakes her head with a little snarky smirk on her lips makes you realize she recognized you all along. Now your cheeks are red with embarrassment. 

“Are you just gonna sit there and look at me funny or what?” she mockingly asks you while heading straight into the house. 

“I thought we were looking for a way out.” You get up from your seat and follow her inside, changing the subject. “How come you're hunting like it’s your day job?”

“I did,” she replies with a drastic change in inflection, from light to serious. “It’s been 12 days since I sent a distress signal. How could you not know that?”

Immediately your eyes widen with disbelief. The sudden realization hits you hard. “I was unconscious for 12 days?”

“12 days? How are you still alive then?”

Much like the questions posed upon you last night, you had no idea. You stand there, mouth agape, unable to speak, let alone answer. When she realizes that you’re too deep in thought to reply back, she leaves you there and heads out into the wilderness to gather more. Only after she’s long gone again do words flow out once more.

“12 days.”

How did I survive that long in the open?

Later that night, both of you sit by the fireplace, sharing rabbit meat. Using wood she picked up from the woods she manages to create a fire to cook. Your eyes glance back and forth between the fire and her. Even in this dire environment, she appears composed, laid back, and calm. You watch as she munches down her food like a casual meal. There’s little weight of urgency on her shoulders. It’s like another casual day for her. 

“You seem eerily calm about waiting for rescue. Are you sure it’s been 12 days?” you ask quietly.

She nods while taking her last chomp. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Don’t you miss anyone? Do you ever think that maybe someone’s looking for you?” You deflect one of the questions she threw at you from before.

“Sure. If you mean family, then those count, yeah.” 

Something feels off. It’s like they’re just acquaintances to her by the way she answered you. Maybe it might be pushing it too far if you continue to pry into her life. Is this concern or curiosity? Both?

From the pocket of her jeans she pulls out a phone. Cracks make themselves clearly reflected in the fire. You can hear a gentle sigh from her breath as she looks at the screen. Wanting a closer look, you chow through the remnants of your dinner then crawl closer towards her. She doesn’t push you off nor hide it from you. 

“And this is? Who are they?” you ask while you peer at the damaged display. Nine girls, including her, flash on her home screen.

“My best friends. I mean, sisters.” Her fingers scroll through different photos of their group in happier times. “They’ve been with me for the longest time. Through thick and thin. I’ve never felt closer to anyone besides them.”

Again your eyes shift back and forth between hers and the phone. A tear starts to form on her right eye. “I’ll admit, this is the first time I’ve ever felt truly alone. I tried to survive, to live off the land, to cope with this loneliness by fighting, but this is a fresh experience. I’ve never felt more relieved and happier to see someone else when I rescued you.”

You draw away from her a little after she reveals this side to her. If there’s anything you’ve discovered, it’s the two of you: opposites on the social spectrum brought together by fate and circumstance. 

Perhaps there’s a reason why you survived.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper as you tap her on the shoulder. “I didn’t realize how much—”

“It’s okay,” she interrupts you, her eyes closing while she puts her phone near her heart. “To be completely honest, talking to you has been quite fun for me. You remind me of them so much.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You see, my friends and I, we got into a heated argument before I left.” She sniffles and crinkles her nose, tears flowing freely now. “So in my anger, I took a plane to get my mind off them. I didn’t want to resolve our conflict, I didn’t want to speak with them, I just wasn’t in a good place. I felt that if I removed myself, they’d be better off without me.”

You look down on the floor to let her words sink in. Silence seems like the most appropriate response, as well as a solemn appearance. Her words hit a deep part of you—that you weren’t the only one who felt lost, who felt aimless, and most important,  who felt lonely. Perhaps there is more yet to be added, but her bloodshot eyes and depressed frown tell you that’s already enough. 

As you’re about to get up, you feel a hand tug against yours. She’s not even looking at you—her eyes focus fully at the fire. There’s no resistance as you allow her to hold your hand. No words but you can feel her beg for you to stay a little longer. Deep down you’d do the same too. So you sit down beside her again and your heads bury themselves together as one. This was more than survival; you needed each other to fill the vacant patches in your hearts.

With a small whisper, you say, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

You close your eyes, but you can’t sleep. There’s something missing. With a half opened eye, you look at her, falling into slumber. “I never got to ask your name.”

“Saerom.” 

Her name clears the mess wrapped in your head. Finally you can be at peace. “Goodnight, Saerom.”

“Goodnight.”

With that, both of you enter into a deep, cozy slumber with your hands intertwined together.

———

Day 13. Two figures sneak from bush to bush as quietly as possible. They’re in search of a target they can use as a resource, as well as practice fodder. Usually Saerom hunts by herself in the open fields, but this time, she takes you into the deep forest, where small animals are commonplace.

Two pairs of eyes peer from a thick shrub and spot a bunny hop out of its retreat. “This looks like a great, easy target.” Saerom whispers in your ear while she hands you her bow and arrow. 

“I’m not a good shot. Like, I shot eight airballs in my college tryouts.” You scramble and attempt to give the weapon back but she insists you try your hand at shooting.

“It’s gonna be fine, trust me.” Her eagerness makes it hard to refuse, so you cave in and focus your aim. Your hands twitch frantically while they hold onto the bowstring. Admittedly you’ve tried archery only once, and that resulted in an arrow straight into a girl’s head. No one should know about this. Not even your new friend.

Trying not to remember this at the worst time you shake your head and focus your fire on the idle rabbit. Her eyes shift between you and the little creature intently. 

“On my word, fire. Got that?” she says. You simply nod at her command. A bead of sweat drips down your head. There’s a bigger chance of you messing up instead than following through. The waiting grows too long that your hands begin to lose hold of the string. Your heart beats rapidly. 

“Ready?” Each second that passes feels excruciating to your mind and your hands. Just say the command already, you think to yourself.

“Three. Two. One. Fire!”

Immediately as she drops the last word, you release your grip and let the arrow fly. As it jets into the distance, slow motion kicks in. You both watch as the projectile glides over the wooden surface mixed with snow. Inexperienced as you are, you want to prove you can be a capable archer. That, and disappointing Saerom would be the most shameful thing you’d be doing in her presence. 

The bunny sits, unaware of what’s about to hit it. It approaches the innocent creature with plenty of momentum, until it zooms past and completely misses the mark. Afterward, the rabbit hops away, completely oblivious of you and the object.

You slap your knee and groan in disappointment. No amount of excuses can change the fact you misfired. Horribly. But be honest, what else did you expect?

Saerom takes the bow and arrow back from you, but joy remains on her face. “It’s fine. I guess you were onto something when you said you had terrible aim.”

You shake her comment off with a casual shrug, but at least you tried. She walks out of the shrub to recollect your used arrow. From here, she takes over and easily collects a few bunnies for consumption. Four of them, in fact. Hunting is second nature to her and her skill leaves you in awe. She’s way more efficient than you—she takes less time to aim, fire, and gather. When she offers you another opportunity later on, you wave your hands and decline. 

As the day draws closer to the end, she sees one more chance to gather up meat. Both of you find a brown, furry creature in a bush. She immediately draws her bow and arrow. This beast’s fur is much more distinct which makes it easier to target. But something seems weird. You haven’t spotted a brown rabbit all day long. They were mostly grey and white. Worry overtakes you and you put down her hand, wary of the possibilities.

“Wait. I don’t think I’ve seen a brown bunny at all. I think we should let this one go.”

She turns to you and raises her bow again. “Let me have this one shot. Last one, I promise.”

“Are you sure?” The bush shakes violently, something an average rabbit can’t do. “I think we should just head back. Maybe look elsewhere.”

“Relax. This one will go down after one shot, like they always do.” Saerom draws on the bowstring, ready to fire at the presumed little critter. “Do you not trust me?”

“I trust you!”

“Then why are you so hesitant?”

“I don’t know, maybe it could be a violent creature or something! I just don’t want you to get hurt.” Your concern ends up becoming frustration that it also alters your voice from a murmur to a shout. This finally draws the attention of the animal as out of the bushes, a wild bear appears. Seeing the large, deadly beast in front of you, Saerom immediately retracts her bow. Her arrows will have little to no effect on its thick fur. The bear, walking on all fours, slowly approaches you both. For some reason, your legs freeze in place from fear. 

Part of you wants to tell her that you were right, but now’s not the time. You and Saerom look at each other, expecting a command to be made. And with a collective shout, you both yell, “Run!”

Both of you flee from the bear as fast as you can. The bear roars and gathers momentum to chase you down on all fours. Neither of you refuse to look behind, lest it grab you with its big claws and slash you into pieces. Splitting off into two to divert the beast’s attention was never on your mind. Up some hills and even past a small river you run. Hard. Not even the snow, forest, and rocks can stop you.

It was relentless. The bear never stopped in its pursuit and both of you pushed your bodies to the absolute limit just to get away. Eventually, you manage to make it back to the retreat safely, closing the doors and placing a chair in front for added security. When the bear realizes you’ve both disappeared, it stops and goes in another direction. 

Both of you drop to your knees in the living room and take deep, heavy breaths. A scary situation that could have easily gone south just as it was fortunate of you to escape. 

After taking a few minutes to breathe, you turn to Saerom with a face that pretty much says, “I told you so.”

———

Later that night both of you sit by the fire and have the same dinner as before: rabbit meat. At first, you were disgusted to eat it, but when you’re out in the wilderness, you can appreciate and consume it freely. Anything to fill up that empty stomach.

Still, there were no signs of rescue on the way. Tomorrow, it’ll have been two weeks since the crash. You wonder how much longer can you endure, wait, and survive. One way or another, eventually your luck will run out. 

And then there’s Saerom, as composed as ever. Just a few hours ago she was running for her life but she looks like she’s already forgotten about it.

“You seem so awfully relaxed.” You point out her calmness again. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s been 14 days. 14 days! Are you sure you sent a distress signal to come and rescue us?” Your voice spirals out of control; your rationality breaks and the frustration gets the better of you. “Or was this an excuse for me to hang out with you?”

Saerom rapidly blinks in response. You’re losing it. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m not sure! I honestly don’t even know anymore! Why did I even ask for your help in the first place?”

“My help? It was me who found you, asshole!”

At that point you rise from the floor and head straight to your room in frustration. Not that you didn’t want to fight Saerom—you would if you could—but rather freely express your frustration without hurting her too much. Afterward, you slam the door behind you while she watches you storm out the living room. From where she sits she could hear loud thuds from your private quarter. 

Saerom doesn’t rush to speak to you. Instead, she waits a little to let your anger boil over then only after you’ve become quiet does she knock on your door. Your rage has changed into guilt and sadness. Shame fills your thoughts as you contemplate your impulsive, emotionally charged actions.

“Don’t come in,” you say with your back against the wall, crouching and burying your head in your arms. You definitely don’t want her to see you in this vulnerable state.

She doesn’t listen to you and slowly enters the room. She finds you curled up and in tears. Sniffles fill the small space. Seeing your terrible position, she sits beside you once more. Her fingers gently brush your hair aside, revealing your messy eyes. Even after what you did to her, she still chooses to care about you.

No words can tell what she really wants to say. She buries her head on your shoulder. For the first time, you’ve felt warmth. 

“I admit I do feel alone, too.” Saerom opens her mouth after you’ve calmed down and stopped crying. “I was slowly losing it. This waiting game was killing my soul. Still is. I felt like a dead person walking. I thought death was a better fate than to live with this trauma. But then, I met you. In a way, you saved me. I’ve never felt happier seeing another person. It gave me life again. You gave me life again. I know that feeling so well. Please, let me comfort you now.”

She wraps her arms around you in a big embrace. You don’t resist. With open feelings, you welcome her full comfort. Her nose nuzzles your left cheek. For some reason, you feel your heart thump rapidly. 

You weren’t sure what took over you. 

Saerom is taken by surprise. You pull her in and passionately kiss her on the lips. Your hands cup her face to draw her deeper into your smooch. Underneath your cold shell, there’s a special fondness for her that never crossed your mind and now it finally blooms. All it takes are the three simplest words.

“I love you.” 

Her cheeks flush a bright red like a ball of sunshine, which she is. You knew this, but you couldn’t tell her that until now. She draws you back in and continues to lovingly make out with you. Your body topples her perfect frame and your hands pin hers to the floor. 

She reciprocates your feelings. After regrettably pulling her lips away, she murmurs back, “I love you.”

It’s too soon. Maybe it’s not the best time. Forget about your situation. Ignore that you’ve been stuck in a frozen wasteland for almost two weeks. Only her. You don’t know if you’ll ever have another chance. And if this is the end, you might as well have one last moment with someone close.

Saerom tugs at the fabric of your long sleeve shirt and lifts it halfway before you do the rest. In return, you easily pull her white sweater, leaving only a matching colored bra. Then you crash back into her sweet lips once more. You can’t get enough. For once, this quiet solace has a use. A backdrop for passions brought together by fate.

She overpowers your frame and rolls on top of you. After regretfully breaking the kiss again, her hands unclasp her bra then toss the garb aside. You quietly groan at the sight of her exposed, shapely chest. 

“You’re so perfect.” You blurt out, which causes her to blush and cheekily grin from ear to ear. 

The rest of your clothes follow suit. Saerom makes quick work of your pants and boxers as well as her own jeans and underwear. They’re all thrown away in a messy pile on the corner of the room. “And you have a perfect cock,” she says as her eyes ogle at your stiff shaft. You feel a slight tickle as some cold air cuts through the closed window, but her hand strokes you a few times to hotness.

“Wait,” you say while she lifts your upper half from the floor. “I don’t have—”

“I’m safe. It’s okay.” She quickly answers you before you could finish. As if she was reading your mind. “I still had a few more saved.”

Any peculiar thoughts about her statement disappear when she slams her pussy straight into your cock. A collective, deep groan fills the room. It almost hurts—the way she crashed down on you—but the immediate pleasure overrides the pain you feel. 

You bury your head and plant your lips on her shoulder as she rides you at a rhythmic pace. Her soft, husky moans in your ear flip a switch in your head—one that causes your lust to burn brighter. She takes your left hand and leads it toward her left breast, asking you to fondle it. Your body happily obliges as it clutches her tit and squeezes freely. Lust has taken over and you’re more than willing to relinquish control to your bodily desires.

Reflexively you thrust upward to meet her hips halfway. She’s slick, wet, and tight, a perfect match for your shaft. Your hand is hard at work too; it continues to caress and handle her titty like a valuable possession. The other hand reaches behind to cup her ass. Her body’s a treasure. Ideal in all the right places. So gratifying and pleasing to your senses.

She’s far too ahead of you. It doesn’t take long before you feel a warm sensation in your groin. Wet juices gush down and liberally coat your dick. When she orgasms, she deeply groans with great relief. Her hands cling to your shoulders tightly as she rides out her peak. In the midst of her climax, you never quit pumping her. You don’t intend to stop. 

Shortly after, your own orgasm follows.

Waves of seed are sent deep inside her wet body. Your hand grips her breast and ass harshly the same way she did your shoulders. She moans with each powerful blast. The climax is only brief, but feels endless. You watch as she opens her mouth wide in rapturous pleasure. It’s enough to get you hard almost immediately again.

You slip your shaft out from between her legs. Only for a minute.

Saerom wants the moment to last longer. Before you can do anything, your eyes meet and she pulls you in for another deep, intimate kiss. Her fingers rake your hair and nape. You take this time to lift the two of you off the floor and push her towards a wall. 

Then you take her by surprise and turn her against the wall. 

You hold your wet dick and slowly insert it against her round, perfect ass. Saerom’s high-pitched screams reverberate against the thick barrier. Her fingers claw deep into the wall desperately as you bury yourself inside her asshole fully. At first there’s excruciating pain and it seems like it wouldn’t budge, but your wetness is able to penetrate her from behind. 

With a groan you fuck her. Slow, but hard. Each thrust brings her body into a frenzy, quivering and shaking without control. Your breaths against her neck sends chills down her spine. She’s a wanton, needy mess. Her mouth’s agape, endlessly delivering sharp whines of pleasure and profanities. There’s no need for filters when the rest of the world is a vast emptiness. 

Between pumps you shower kisses all over her back. With inaudible whispers you mumble how perfect she is and how you mean to her. A stark contrast to her loudness. One hand latches onto her shoulder and the other on her waist. You’ve never relished someone like her. Space and time are all irrelevant. What matters now are your pleasures being fully realized for one last time.

After a long while, you can feel your loins twitch again. As if she’s telepathically linked to you, she demands, “In my ass! Fill that ass with your cum!” 

And you freely comply. 

You weren’t counting how many thrusts it took to get there—because you focused on the finish line. The second orgasm is just as powerful as the first. With each spurt of seed, she sighs and grunts and moans. Deeply. Her voice doesn’t waver, it goes on and on until your end. Afterward, you throw your head back. For a moment, your mind goes blank after the climax. If you passed right then and there, you’d die a very happy person.

Her eyes flicker open and she turns her head back, finding you in your bliss filled daze. “I bet you want to die now, do you?”

Your senses bring you back. Her words you hear but you couldn’t comprehend them. Either way, you’ve never felt at ease more than now. You look down and see cum drip down her ass and pussy. Grinning from ear to ear, you take Saerom down with you to the floor again, exhausted but relieved. She places her head beneath yours, her features forming an innocent smile.

After that intense passion, you couldn’t find the perfect words to say. Your hands gently brush her messy hair away. The soft, delighted look on her face is the last thing you see before you give in to sleep. 

“Goodnight.” She mumbles while wrapping your other arm around her back before kissing you on the cheek. Then she joins you in slumber.

———

Day 14. You try to disregard that it’s been too long and there are still no signs of an imminent rescue. Still, with renewed optimism, you and Saerom head into the fields to gather food for the night.

“Let me shoot this time,” you say while you point at a rabbit close by. An easy target.

“Are you sure?” Saerom scoffs, remembering your miss from yesterday. “I mean, that looks like it could be a difficult one.”

“Please, this one is much closer!” You retort. “Just give me the arrows and watch.”

She complies and hands over the bow and arrow. As you said, this bunny is easier to aim at and fire because it’s nearer. Just as you prepare to fire at the game, you both hear a thunderous sound. The usually calm wind of the day starts to whirl faster. It doesn’t throw you off, but the animals nearby, including the rabbit, start to disperse and hide.

Saerom pulls at your jacket. Her eyes are looking elsewhere. “Do you see this?”

You look at her then where she stares. Up in the sky is a white, blue-striped helicopter. At long last. You couldn’t be any happier and so is she. 

With great joy, you both wave your arms to signal above exactly where you are. The helicopter spots you and begins to land. You rush toward its landing spot, with arms still tirelessly motioning. Eventually the helicopter gets low enough that a few rescuers can open the door and help you. 

Only a few hours later, you’re finally at an airport. News and media reporters wait at the arrival ready to interview you about the experience. Your story is all over the internet. So much unneeded attention, but the most important part is that you lived. You survived. And somehow, you found the love of your life.

Family and loved ones welcome you back after you power through the different interviewers and journalists. Giving quick and short answers is your weapon. Saerom’s friends and family are there as well. They rush over to her, who’s following you closely. 

“Captain! We missed you so much!” Her friends surround her and cry together. She welcomes them with open arms as they hug her. You’ve grown attached to her after your time together that it feels bittersweet. You don’t even notice how much your own family misses you. Their words fall on your deaf ears.

Her friends disperse from her and approach you. They look at you with interested eyes. 

“You didn’t tell us you were dating!” Hayoung says jokingly, which gets a few laughs from everyone else. 

“Please, let’s not—”

“He’s quite good looking if I do say so myself!” Chaeyoung interrupts Saerom, creating even more laughter.

“Guys, we’re not—”

“Did he beat that bear’s ass? He’s a keeper! If you don’t want him, I'll have him all to myself if you don’t mind.” Gyuri continues the joke chain which makes Saerom facepalm in frustration.

While you laugh along, you can’t help but feel sad when you look at her. You really don’t want to say goodbye. This is where you part. 

As your respective parties prepare the cars, you take her hand one last time in private. Your eyes meet and both of you start to tear up. She wipes your tears away with her hand. You give her one more kiss on the cheek to reassure her you’ll be fine.

“I don’t know if we’ll ever see each other again, but once again, thank you. For everything. I hope we’ll be in touch.”

She nods. You don’t want to let go. Neither does she.

A loud horn draws your attention. Your party’s SUV is waiting. The window opens and your family stares at both of you.

“Hey!” One of your brothers says, “You never properly introduced us to her. Who’s this girl?”

Her hand intertwined with yours, you proudly reply, “Well, her name’s Saerom and she’s the one who saved my life.”

Make me smile, make me scared (Choi Yena)

A fanmeet usually starts somewhere between 2 and 6 p.m. You have been there since you had lunch. Five hours later, you’re still waiting.

It’s already 8:00 p.m. and you’re still seated in the hotel ballroom with four others. That’s the other thing very noticeable. Usually there’d be plenty of cameras, staff, and more than around 20-to-30 audience members, mostly fan sites. Not today. The enclosed space feels vast when there’s only five of you close together—waiting without a waver in your patience. Occasionally you’d hear a rumble of an empty stomach that elicits an audible giggle in the midst of the awkward silence.

As for the guys you’re stuck with, they’re all seemingly fine people—most of them anyway. Some of them sleep. Others mindlessly scroll through their phones.

They appear to be close to your age bracket—save for one. The older gentleman with a elderly beard creeps you out. After all, he’s a notable stand out in the lucky list, being somewhere around his early forties based on his appearance. You try not to make much of it and assume the best, otherwise he wouldn’t have been selected for a good reason.

At least you all shared something in common: a love for Choi Yena.

Speaking of, just as you look away from him, the doors ahead of you open. You’d complain angrily about the hours wasted waiting, but you certainly wouldn’t want to look bad in front of your idol—especially in such an intimate setting.

Entering the next room awaits five chairs surrounded by couches and blankets all over the floor. Still no sign of personnel or anyone else for that matter. After you’ve all passed, the doors behind you automatically close. The unusual ambiance combined with the lack of staff puts you on edge. Meanwhile, the other fans act like there’s nothing to worry about.

You just wish for this tasteless prank to end.

As you take your seats, you hear a slight rumble of footsteps from behind the panel. All eyes watch intently as the woman of the hour makes her entrance, enthusiastically waving to her most dedicated fans.

“Hi everyone!” Yena waves from the stage, her gummy smile and cute charms present for all to see. This was the idol you admired from behind a television screen, now bright as the sun to your eyes. Waiting for this moment was always worth it—heck, you’d bide even longer. Anything for her.

Her exuberant energy is met with equally resonant claps and cheers from everyone, including you. Unlike the others, you bothered not to pull a camera or phone out. The memories you keep from tonight will be more memorable than an image on a digital plaster. No one can take that away from you.

“I know you’re all tired and exhausted from waiting, but I wanted to make this show very personal for you all! You’ll have a unique experience that no one else can say they have!” Yena’s enthusiasm once again evokes a lively response from her audience.

The intimate fanmeet goes by so well that you ignore the passage of time. When you check your watch again it’s already half past 10 in the evening. But who cares about going when she’s having fun. Performing all her songs from the Smiley album, playing games with her fans, and signing all your items—it was a dream come true. You reckon that your ordeal far surpasses that of even a concert. No—it does surpass any event you’ve ever gone to and probably will ever go to.

When all is said and done, the others have taken countless photos and clips on their cameras. You still insist by not doing the same. Regardless, all five of you shared a wonderful time with your favorite idol.

“It’s been incredibly fun and I’m so happy to interact with you,” she says on stage. “I’m really thankful for you all.”

Another applause. No one feels like they want to leave. Neither does she.

“And I have one more surprise for you guys,” Yena adds, her cheeky grin turning to a subtle smirk. “I hope you all brought your sleeping gear.”

Sleeping gear? You don’t recall that part of the items-to-bring list. Maybe it was there, but you’ve most likely forgotten. And every other fanmeet you’ve been to didn’t last a whole night, so what gives?

“Sleeping gear? I didn’t know we were gonna sleep here,” you whisper to the person beside you, a blonde haired man. His eyes widen and he gently turns to you without the attention of anyone else.

“You didn’t know? This was an intimate fanmeet for a reason.”

“How come?”

Before he can answer, Yena says it on his behalf.

“I want to make you smile and feel better, so let’s get the real party started!” As soon as she finishes, her black sheer top begins to flow down her tight body. Her bare body is revealed to the loudest cheers of the night so far. Even blondie looks away from you to revel in her nakedness.

And your joy suddenly turns to a mixture of disbelief and dumbfoundedness.

Thoughts of a staged prank return. There’s no way someone like her, especially with that innocent demeanor, suddenly transforms into this except through manipulation.

“Woah, woah, woah, what!” You partially restrain your shout by covering your mouth with your hand. “What is going on here?”

“You didn’t get the memo?” Blondie looks at you again, confused. “We’ll all get the opportunity to fuck the shit outta her! Isn’t this great?”

“What do you mean this is great? She’s a pure, innocent doll! This just feels so wrong!”

“Oh you’re quite out of it, huh? She’s a cockhungry slut. At least I thought she was. Now it feels good to be validated.”

You’re speechless to how openly he speaks lewdly about her. Then you realize that the others were possibly chosen for possibly the worst reason imaginable: being insufferably horny bastards—including the uncle fan.

Yena continues to twirl and show her mostly nude figure to her private audience—the ones who probably have the lewdest, nastiest ideas about her. Her heels and stockings are the only things left attached to her body, but once they get their filthy hands on her, it’ll be torn apart in mere seconds. Your view shifts between her on stage and the fans. Denial occupies your head rent-free.

You slap yourself in the face, believing this is some croak dream—but it isn’t.

“All right, boys. I know you’re as excited as I am. Your turn.”

On command, everyone except you begins to shed their own clothes. You’re still glued to your seat, stupefied and utterly stunned. Garments begin to form a makeshift pattern on the floor—the only ones missing are yours. You look at Yena again and find her eyes grow into saucers, staring hungrily at the stiff shafts. She’s eager to take them all.

Once again, all eyes are on you. Peer pressure is scary.

“Wait,” you say. “This just doesn’t feel right. I thought we were gonna have a good time!”

“We are,” Yena says, getting down from the stage to approach you. “What’s up?”

With your favorite idol eyeing you close until she’s directly in front of you, surrounded by five of her most devoted fans, you’re not really going to be able to fight back. You can, but the price of pain isn’t worth the pleasure you already had.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting this type of intimate fanmeet.”

Yena places her hands on the buttons of your shirt, slowly undressing you. You’re powerless to resist, especially when her delicate fingers and touch leave you paralyzed and overwhelmed. She peels through your top then grabs your bare shoulders. A choked up moan escapes your breath.

She looks at you with that familiar sweet gaze. “Don’t worry, everyone gets one. Including you. Whenever you’re ready.”

There’s no getting around it. Deep down, you’re just as whipped for her as the men in the room.

“He seems uneasy, but he’ll be fine.” Yena’s eyes scour the fans circling you both. “Now shall we begin?”

The question is met with collective nods. She draws away from you and walks back to the stage, with her fans following close by. You remain frozen in place, your feelings conflicted between whether to go through or not. But you’re half-naked already, and soon enough your pants follow. Little do you know you’ve already decided what you want to do.

“Don’t worry about hurting me.” Yena spreads her arms wide, ready to receive her fans’ affection. She flashes a gummy smile, a contrast to what she’s about to get. “Fuck me like you’ve always imagined.”

At once, five pairs of hands seize various parts of her body. Her nude figure is a magnet for everyone’s lips as her neck, shoulders, breasts, stomach, and back become spots to fill with wet kisses. One of them, a surprisingly massive dude you simply nickname Swampy (because he towers over everyone like a tidal wave), takes a firm hold of her ass. He squeezes them so hard you’d almost believe he’d pop her for a quick second. All of them seem hellbent on pleasuring themselves without care for Yena’s comfort.

She begins to choke up and gasp heavily under the duress of all the bodies all over her. Tears start to run down her face. Her perfect makeup is completely ruined within minutes. In any other situation, you’d step in and intervene, but instead you’re only able to watch helplessly. The sight of her wrapped with other flesh around her troubles you even more. Even after she reassures you, the image of your bias being a cockhungry girl can’t fullymprocess in your head.

Though she drowns under the many sensations that course through her petite figure, she’s able to lock eyes with you. Fighting against the pressure of her fans, she lifts her arm up to present her hand. Her fingers make a small gesture as if inviting you to join the fun too. She ultimately submerges under everyone’s weight and slumps to the floor. One after another the men slam down on each other, vying for complete dominance. A crescendo of grunts escape their mouths as they struggle to get a piece of her.

Ultimately Swampy gets the win, his mammoth frame blocking out her view of the men atop him.

Surely she can’t last, especially with how out of control these fans are. Yet she continues to work tirelessly to please them all, her fingers slowly but surely reaching for his shaft sandwiched between her thighs. Meanwhile, the losers have to compete for even a slight touch of her as consolation.

At the end of the day, everyone gets one, so no one’s really a loser here. Except maybe you, watching from a distance.

“Fuck, baby girl, you’re so fucking tight.” Swampy mumbles in her ear—which ends up as a proclamation to everyone in the room. He somehow manages to insert himself inside her despite the awkward position and the weight imposed upon him. As he starts to thrust, the fleshy heap’s foundations shake and slowly fall apart until they eventually crash down. Without the lump on his back, he’s free to pump inside her with reckless abandon.

No one flinches or winces for more than a second. Before any sort of pain registers, the sounds of filthy talk and skin against skin is sufficient to pull them back. Eager eyes watch as Swampy fucks her to oblivion—without a thought that there’s three, maybe four people still waiting. One of them doesn’t even care anymore. Frank—the name you give to the dude who openly watches porn and even tries to share one with you at some point—slips his fingers around his dick and pleasures himself at the sight of Yena being railed hard.

Any minute now, whoever’s operating this chaotic mess is going to say ‘cut.’ Instead, the scene continues until this mammoth sized man finally reaches his end.

Swampy’s grunt of release is the loudest orgasmic groan you’ve ever heard in your life. You’re absolutely sure that everyone in the lobby can hear him climax. Heck, even those from the mall across the street can feel that too. He rolls himself beside her, somehow completely zapped of energy within minutes.

Yena props herself up with her elbows and starts to look at the others. They look at one another with awkwardness and confusion. No one’s willing to go second. She turns to you for a moment, but you hide your growing lust behind a shy blush and lowered head.

A light stream of white flows from where she sits to the edges of the stage. By the end of tonight, there’ll probably be a new waterfall installed in this ballroom.

Her gaze lingers on Frank—who’s lost himself completely in his own indulgence. He doesn’t even realize that Swampy came and went just as quickly as he nearly edges himself. A hand stops him short of his inevitable high. He opens his eyes to find the coy idol grabbing his cock with a surprisingly threatening grip. One deliberate pump causes him to throw his head back and his eyes to slam shut.

His mouth slowly opens until indescribable sounds escape. Eventually they form coherent speech. “F-fuck, duck makes me wanna cum so fucking hard. God, yes.”

Then it reverts back to meaningless babble. Frank’s the kind of guy who’s been on the internet too much to fall under the touch of a woman. Unsurprisingly, he does—even quicker than Swampy. Jerking off beforehand does him no favors either. And just like his buff brethren, he collapses to the floor.

Just as she finishes him off, Blondie approaches her for round three with something concealed on his back.

“Tell me what to do,” she purrs as he takes her by the hand to his level. “Anything for you.”

He raises his eyebrows and a confident, somewhat arrogant smirk. “Anything you say?” Then he leads her to the wall of the stage and places her to her knees.

“All right then. Suck my cock.”

Without wasting any time, Yena proceeds to fill her mouth with his cock. Blondie places a palm on her loose hair. At first, you question the simple command he makes her do, but then the intent makes itself very clear. In his other hand is a belt. You already have an idea of what’s going to happen.

He binds the girdle around her neck like a leash while she licks her way beyond his tip. Halfway through his length, she feels a sharp tug on her nape that stops her blowjob. She looks up to a devilish smirking Blondie, smiling from ear-to-ear. Seeing that the sensation stopped, he yanks the strap hard again.

“Did I tell you to stop, pet?” Yena shakes her head. In response, he pulls her for a third time. Airless gasps leave the idol’s mouth, as well as a couple of chokes. Your orbs grow as she suffocates under his grip, but he meets you halfway with a cocky grin.

“She said anything!” he says, as if he knows you will contend against him. Then he returns his eye to her, humming and slurping down to his base. Her hands clutch on his surprisingly hairy legs as now it’s his turn to groan.

To keep her in check, he jerks the leash to cause her to slightly suffocate. Yet this doesn’t stop her at all; she tirelessly pecks and blows his cock while a palm slips underneath his balls to squeeze it. This weakens his control over her, giving her enough time to let him fly over the edge. With continued laps around his tip, he loses hold of the belt as he succumbs to his orgasm too. Yena opens her mouth wide to consume his entire load. Afterward, his shaft departs her with an audible pop.

She playfully puffs her cheeks with her gob full of seed before swallowing it all. Then she flashes a cutesy expression right in his face. Blondie’s back slowly slides down the wall, his smug visage turned to a defeated and exhausted one. Only two more left.

Yena flashes an impish grin to you before she approaches the penultimate victim—or winner. She massages Uncle Joey’s shoulders as he wraps his arms around her waist. Then she straddles herself on his lap, gently lowering her moist slit on his girth. Seeing that’s an older man, you’d rightfully assume that she might go gentle on him, considering his age, but you’ve seen some crazy shit tonight that’s more twisted than a pretzel knot.

As he has been all night, he remains quiet except for the low moans he spews as she begins to ride him at a gentle pace. He pushes his face towards her petite breasts and hungrily kisses her chest. She rests her head against his shoulders. It seems like she’d give someone normal pleasure for once.

Little do you know you’d be proven wrong again.

“Fuck, daddy, I love how your dick feels inside me. Fuck me like you fuck mommy.” She mumbles in his ear. A switch flips inside his head as his seemingly rusty hips begin to thrust upward against hers. Completely in utter disbelief, your finger rests against the side of your temple. Yena’s duality is an unreal sight.

“Daddy,” she continues to purr huskily. The more she mumbles into him, the faster he hammers into her. She’s pushing him to his absolute limits. He lifts his head up, desperate to fight against his own impending finale, but she grabs his skull to force him to make eye contact with her.

With a devilish smirk, she kisses him torridly. “In me, daddy. Isn’t this what you like doing to mommy?”

“I…I…” Poor Uncle Joey’s unable to formulate a word. Without any sort of escape or resistance, he too, falls just like the others before him.

“Cum for me daddy!” On cue, he orgasms. She leaves him slack jawed and drained on the chair after he fills her tight pussy with his thick load of semen. Look around and see unconscious bodies splayed all over the place. All of them entered this place full of energy, now left depleted and absolutely wrecked.

And to make things worse, Yena shows no signs of slowing down. In fact, she looks much livelier after having emptied everyone’s balls. It’s like she absorbed their life force and used it to empower herself.

With you being the only one left, she has her sights set. How she approaches you is like a serial killer. Seeing what she’s done to everyone leaves you paralyzed with fear. It’s not like you have a way out—these doors are most likely locked and no one can hear you scream.

“Oh god, please, I swear I’m sorry for lewding you like a complete fuckdoll!” You brace yourself. “I’m really, really, sorry! I don’t wanna be a dried up skeleton!”

You feel a tap on your knee. Then you impulsively yell the loudest you’ve ever yelled.

“Don’t kill me!”

Silence. A few minutes pass. Her hand is still planted on your knee. Slowly you open half an eye to find Yena with a gummy smile. The smiley side from when things seemed normal.

“Come on, scaredy cat. I said everyone gets one, right?” She says it so innocently, but you’re paranoid to assume otherwise.

She takes you by the hand and leads you away from your seat without a hint of resistance from you. As you walk together toward a pile of soft pillows, you look around again. The motionless bodies everywhere are a grim reminder of your certain fate. Then she lets you loose and pushes you down into the cushions. Afterward she clambers on top of you. Despite your fright, your cheeks are flushed.

Her fingers coil around your cock, stiff and slick. You struggle to keep your eyes open. She giggles as you squirm beneath her. “I thought you didn’t want to fuck? Looks like your dick says otherwise.”

A slight jerk of your shaft causes you to moan on her neck. Watching you flail and whine in pleasure compels Yena to do it again. And another. Each stroke forces out a small burst of precum. Though it’s only a handful of pumps, each one is intentional, deliberate, and calculated to send waves of delight all over your body.

You sigh. Her eyebrows rise, then her cheeky grin grows.

Yena positions herself above you, lifting her waist up until she positions her wet slit around your shaft. You slowly watch your dick impale her down to your base, snug as a glove. Despite taking three cocks earlier, she’s incredibly tight. Her warm, soaked pussy suffocates your girth.

“Oh, fuck!” You manage to utter out after a deep, lengthy groan. Then you make one ‘last’ request before she brings you to her end.

“Please be gentle.”

She shakes her head. “No promises.”

Gulp your throat. Of course she won’t guarantee anything, you silly fool.

Your eyes shift back and forth between Yena’s delight filled face and her hips grinding against your groin. You try to grope her breasts, which she allows. She cries out a soft whine after the first squeeze. In response, her pace quickens slightly. As she continues to ride you hard, the sound of flesh and moans make you thrust upward too. Bliss replaces the fear in your heart. A part of you wanted this for the longest time. You’ve long resisted it, but she’s broken your chains.

Between fucking you, Yena lowers her head next to your ear. “You know, I’ve picked you guys for a reason.”

Her fingers enclose around your throat, but not too tightly. “I’ve read everything you say about me. How you’re my biggest fan and all…but also how you want to fuck me.”

As she confesses to you, you’re unable to respond. Her slick walls occupy your brain, the wet noise of skin driving away other thoughts.

“Yes. I know you want to lick my pits too. Go ahead.”

And like those before you, you comply immediately. She reaches her right arm around you, open for consumption. You dive into her pits like a hungry animal, kissing and licking her creamy skin like your favorite dessert. The cherry on top in your personalized fantasy. Yena understands what you truly desire, but you’ve been foolish to deny yourself a free gift. Or maybe not—saving yourself for last lets you savor the intimate feeling more. Deep down, you’re no different than anyone. Be a disgusting weirdo freak. Accept who you are.

Kiss up to her fingers with tender lips. Yena crashes her hips against you at a constant rhythm. Her slim frame presses down on yours that you can’t move beyond your head. You know you’re not worthy to dictate how you want her, but you’re thankful for her grace nonetheless.

“God, Yena, you’re fucking amazing,” you blurt out, the words words leave you airy as your groans.

Swampy rolls over to find you pounding her. Shortly after, the others regain consciousness. They watch with heavy breaths as she rides you hard. Relishing the moment was no longer the priority—both of you are determined to reach the end.

Yena wraps her fingers around your neck again. This time she puts a little more grip to it, disrupting your gasps with croaks. As you’re pushed to your brink, she throws her head back, fully drowned in your shaft.

“This cock is so fucking good. You’re not the girthiest, but fuck, does this feel the best inside me.”

You wriggle beneath her. You can’t hold yourself a minute longer.

“That’s it. Fill me up.”

And that’s all she wrote. Her command finally ends you.

With a shout of her name, you submit yourself to your orgasm. She harshens her hold on your neck to keep herself stable. Her pussy pulsates against your shaft as she quietly cums as well. Waves of your seed fill her and mix with her slick and juices. As this goes on, Yena continues to ride you through your collective climaxes.

Just as she winds down, a black leash wraps around her own neck. From nowhere, Blondie and the others yank her away. Your dick slips off her with a disappointed sigh from your lips.

Taken by surprise, you quickly jump to your feet. The foursome take the idol and force her to a chair. Blondie has his belt around her while the others ready their hard dicks as payback for what she did to them.

“All right, tell us where you want her,” Blondie asks you how you want to take her. Five sets of eyes, including Yena, fixate on you as you make your decision. Your gaze lingers on the restrained idol. She nods in approval.

“Put her on fours,” is the answer. They push her down to the floor and set her on her fours at once.

You look at Blondie. “Where do you want to take her?”

“Her ass.” he says with brimming enthusiasm. Then you turn to Swampy and ask the same question.

“I want her pussy again.”

“So do I,” says Frank. “I want to fill this cumstain with my children.”

Uncle Joey doesn’t speak a single word. Instead, he moves beside her and leads his cock around her shoulder. Blondie tugs at the makeshift leash to make Yena grab Uncle’s hard shaft.

The five of you approach her entrances with your erect tips. Yena’s whine is muffled by your dick in her mouth as she endures a cock-filled assault from every side. Her hand begins to pump the oldest man’s shaft while Blondie fights to enter her incredibly tight asshole. Meanwhile, Frank and Swampy’s girths stretch her slit wide, though the mammoth man’s build almost knocks away the former’s manhood.

Tears form in Yena’s eyes, having been slammed shut. Your hands play with her hair and ruffle it up. As you all fuck her in varying paces, Blondie drags the belt around her. Her cheeks and later on her face flush cherry red. A crescendo of grunts and moans fill the room, combined with bursts of foul language from everyone’s tongue.

“You’ve been such a naughty pet,” Blondie hisses as he continues to pull on her neck, his dick thrusting in her at a snail’s pace. “Fuck, you deserve all our cocks as punishment.”

A stream of lustful intent follows.

“Yeah, bratty cum duck slut. Take all our fucking cocks.”

“I bet you love being taken like an open prize, right? Look at your needy face.”

“We’ll ruin you so hard that you become a cockslave for us only.”

“How are you still so tight?”

Yena pumps Uncle’s shaft at a quick rhythm. The sweet sound of sexual desires stirs not only her, but also everyone else. You continue to slide in and out of her mouth, occasionally extending your dick to her throat. She continues to whine a constrained mewl as the men pound without care for their own comfort or hers—only pleasure.

Despite your lack of acknowledgement for one another, you’re able to coordinate your thrusts. Her body quivers all over the place. Beads of sweat mesh with her streaks of ruined makeup and tears. Even as you tug her hair and Blondie yanks her with his belt, you read each other’s minds and take turns to pull her around.

One by one, someone admits they’re close. A minute later, another confesses. It repeats like a chant three more times until you’re the last one to finally break. Knowing you’re about to reach your ends once more, you decrease your rhythm, savoring each little euphoric sensation of Yena’s mouth. The others do the same. Even she reads the room and also slows her jerking of Uncle’s shaft with her hand.

Instead of covering her insides with seed, everyone pulls out as they reach their climax. A rising choir of grunts fill the air as you all orgasm. You paint her face and neck with another blast of sticky white. She arches her back as the others coat her with their own cum. Blondie glazes her lower back and ass, Swampy glazes her upper back and a portion of her chest, Frank on her legs, and Uncle sprays over her arm. Then in synchronized motion, you all collapse to the floor. And finally, Yena falls, her body trembling from the overwhelming sensation of cock.

The ray of bright yellow lights on the ballroom ceiling is the last thing you see before you pass out with a smile on your face.

———

You wake up to the sounds of muted moaning and kissing.

Yena’s on her knees while Blondie’s seated on a chair. To no one’s surprise, he’s got her on a leash while he pounds her from behind.

When you loudly yawn, she stops to look back at you. Then you look behind you and find that the others are still fast asleep. Gingerly you stand up and scour the massive place for your pants. Eventually you find them in a clustered pile composed of everyone’s clothes. Check your phone. 10:27 a.m. flashes on the screen.

As fun as it has been, you were needed at work the next day.

Dressing up quickly you wave farewell to Blondie and Yena as they reciprocate your gesture. You make sure not to create noise as you push through the doors of the ballroom. Even as you walk through the lobby with many eyes glued to what appears to be your fly exposed, the memories of last night linger on your drive home.

Later that night, you receive a private message on your personal blog.

Hey there!

Last night was an amazing night and I couldn’t be more thankful. Thanks for the great fuck. I hope I didn’t scar you for life though. Hahaha. Anyway, attached here is my personal number. Feel free to call if you want to have sex during the weekends. Also, there might be six friends from the company also interested too. They’re as wild as I am! Call and you might receive a lovely surprise. Thank you for the continued support! <3

Sincerely,

Jigumi.yena

YH Entertainment

———

(A/N: I don’t think it’s a hot take but Yena’s solo is probably my favorite post-IZ*ONE release. Early SOTY! This might also be the last lengthy work I release for a while; the new Pokémon game dropped and I’m no-life grinding the shit out of it. Amazing experience so far, even though I’ve made little progress story wise. Thank you for reading!)

Uncooperative friends (Jiheon - fromis_9)

“Will you boys keep it down? I’m trying to study here!” 

Jiheon is met with a collective cheer from the living room. Her group-mates care little about her—their attention is focused on the football game instead. Knowing how rowdy and chaotic they usually are, it was a terrible idea from the start, but she still allowed them to use her apartment as their study place anyway. They’ve done nothing but make a mess, eat from her fridge, and be a burden to her overall. She tries to block out the noise with earpods, but they just keep growing louder. 

It’s finally getting to her. She can’t deal with their bullshit any longer.

She puts down her book, hops off the bed, and slips on her sandals. Afterward, she enters the living room with a clenched jaw. Her frustrated gaze shifts between her three friends and the screen a couple times. Even if she screams her lungs out, they’ll most likely never give ear to her. Then she glances at the back of the television. Her eyebrows rise . A plan suddenly forms in her head.

“Go, go, go!” You and your pals repeatedly chant at the screen as if you were in the audience. From one player to another the blue team passes the ball with only three minutes left of play time. Score tied, it’s anyone’s game. You grit your teeth with slight fear that they might lose or blow in the clutch. As they fast approach the enemy goal, Seungmin rises from the floor in anticipation. You’re too engrossed to notice the couch go up and down as Seojun jumps excitedly on the sofa. The striker closes in and receives a perfect pass from his teammate. He readies a kick until the television suddenly goes black. 

“No!” You all shout as chaos ensues. Immediately Seojun notices Jiheon beside the television with an angry expression on her features. 

“What the fuck, Jiheonnie?” He yells at her. She remains unfazed by his frustration. You and Seungmin stand beside him in protest. 

“I’ve had it with you, boys.” Jiheon reveals the unplugged cord in front of you as a taunt, then tosses it toward you. “Get out. I don’t want to see your pathetic, ugly, asses in my apartment ever again.” 

As soon as she vents out her disappointment with the three of you, she immediately walks toward the front door and opens it. She points her fingers in the direction, essentially demanding that you leave. 

“Do I need to repeat myself? Get out!”

You should have known it was inevitable. For the longest time, you’ve taken advantage of her kindness. Seeing that you don’t want to upset her any more, you tap your friends on the side. Taking the hint, the three of you gather your belongings as she watches intently, eager to see you go. One by one, you all step out as she commanded. As the last one to exit her place, you give an apologetic look at her before you join your friends outside her apartment. Then she slams the door on you. 

Jiheon sighs while she walks back to her bedroom. It’s a sound of both relief and concern. Perhaps she shouldn’t have done that. She was justified to lash out, but you weren’t given an opportunity to explain yourselves. Then she remembers how much you’ve been a nuisance to her, and soon she returns to her studies in a more peaceful setting.

Only five minutes later, she hears a knock on her door.

Against her own conflicting thoughts, she decides to open the door. Unsurprisingly, it’s you. Her expectant stare becomes a piercing dagger. 

“Did I not tell you to fuck off? Go away!” Your foot blocks the door when she tries to close it. She does this two more times, but it hits you lightly instead. 

“Please, Jiheon, we’re—”

“I don’t want to hear any of your apologies. Now please fuck off and let me study in peace.” Jiheon slams the door against your foot once more, desperate to cut you off, but you’re too stubborn to deal with. 

“Jiheon, please, listen to us. We want to help you out, for real this time.” You beg her to give you guys a second chance. “We’ll do what you want us to do, promise! No more messing up the place, no more being assholes from us, none of that. We just want you to help us with our project. Please.”

She continues to push against your foot, but she suddenly stops. The sincerity in your voice opens her heart. Her underlying guilt also speaks to her conscience. Kindness is an inherent trait that she possesses. With a roll of her eyes and a disgruntled sigh, she opens her door to you and your friends. 

“I knew you’d pull through. Thanks!” You smile at her, which she responds with another disappointed groan. The three of you rush inside Jiheon’s apartment and put down your belongings in her living room again.

“Fine. But please, do better this time, okay?” she says while you pull out your books from your bags. Seungmin first whips out his laptop before Seojun taps him on the arm. He realizes his mistake, so puts his laptop away in place of his book instead. 

Things start to turn around from there. Within two hours, Jiheon manages to solve all of your homework. By midnight, your group project is completed.

“See? Not that difficult to understand,” she says as she closes her book. So does everyone else. Despite how exhausted, and downright dull it is to study, Jiheon’s enthusiasm for learning persists. She looks at your party, visibly bored and clearly uninterested. 

“You guys got none of that. Don’t even argue with me. Look at your faces.” 

You can’t argue with her about that. Your thoughts linger toward more exciting, actually fun activities, instead of complicated jargon that you’ll forget within a week. 

A stomach rumble elicits laughter from the four of you. Seungmin giggles in embarrassment. 

“I’ll go order us some food,” he says as he gets up from the floor, phone in hand, before he dials a number in her bedroom.

Jiheon plugs the television cord and it opens to some drama show. “I’ll go look at the fridge for some food. Why don’t you guys have a little break?” She turns around to walk towards the kitchen. 

Seojun inches close towards you, his eyes fixated on her ass. “Damn, I never realized how pretty she is.”

“Dude, what?” You hit your friend on the arm. “She’s like the most popular girl around! We’re just lucky she’s really kind towards us. We don’t have a chance!”

“Maybe, but I’d love to tap that.” His lust brings out your disgust. Very sure his mouth drooled a bit too. You draw away from him, a little sickened by his horny thoughts. 

“Ugh, why are you like this? No wonder everyone looks at us warily.”

“Hey, you guys want some soju or Pepsi?” Jiheon yells from the kitchen. 

“I’ll take the soju!” Seojun yells out. 

“Me too!” Seungmin moves his phone away for a second to answer her. 

You’re dumbfounded to say a word. After a few minutes, she returns to the living room with four bottles of the alcoholic beverage. She hands one to you and your friends, then she sits on the couch with her opened drink. 

“Cheers,” she says, to which the two boys respond heartily. They chug down their drinks together. You reluctantly follow, guzzling little of your bottle.

Even though it’s only one round, it’s more than enough to let your friends loose.

“Jiheon,” Seojun says as he plops down beside her on the couch. His true intentions begin to express themselves openly. “Have I ever told you how sexy you are?”

She shys away with flushed cheeks. Her voice becomes a little quiet. “Really? No one says that, but thank you.”

“Why so shy?” his hands clamber on her knees as he tries to draw his face close toward hers. “You're really hot. I mean, you’ve got such nice legs, a gorgeous face, and such a tight, sexy body. I sometimes think of you when I’m alone—”

“Hey, you better stop that.” You hastily rise from the floor and approach your tispy friend, but something grabs your hand out of nowhere.

“Shhh. Don’t. Look at her,” Seungmin says, his eyes burning with unquenchable lust.

Jiheon’s eyes gently close. Seojun kisses her from her lips down to her neck, gently grazing her delicate skin with her teeth. She’s unable to resist as he tugs her black coat. He slowly pulls off the garment, her bare shoulders exposed. His soft hums on her neck cause her to moan and slightly throw her head back in pleasure.

“Mmph, that feels really good,” Jiheon utters out with a low tone as he smears her collarbones and shoulders with wet snogs. He lowers her body down on the couch as she kicks her slippers off. His lips make their way towards her covered chest, lightly pulling at the fabric with his teeth. She squirms and wriggles below Seungmin as an opening allows him to sneak his hands around the back of her dress. Mindlessly he continues to wrestle with her garment while he trails down her belly. Feeling a slight click, he almost unclasps her top, when suddenly, a knock on the door draws everyone’s attention.

“Goddamn it,” he mutters to himself, disappointed at the momentum lost. So close. He quickly gets up, acting like nothing happened.

Jiheon sighs then sits up on the couch. She’s caught up in the moment as well.  Meanwhile, you don’t even notice your partially undone pants until you look down. Seungmin rushes toward the front door with a few paper bills in his hand. He hastily takes the bag from the delivery man in exchange for his money before quickly slamming the door without a word. 

“I almost forgot we were hungry,” he says as he puts down the food on the living room table. “Anyone want some?”

“I’m hungry for her pussy,” Seojun replies, his intentions clear as day. “Now where were we?” 

His loud stomach rumbles again, telling him otherwise. Jiheon laughs boisterously while she grabs one of the boxes of chicken wings from the table. “You should go eat. Don’t worry, we have all night.”

“But—”

“Unless you want to hear me from outside my apartment.”

Terrified of the prospect, he gives in and opens the food box. You make your way to the table and get your share, as well as your other friend. Jiheon rises from the couch to get more soju from the fridge. Desperate to continue the action, everyone gobbles down their meal within a couple minutes. When she comes back with a set of drinks, she notices everyone’s already finished theirs. 

“Come on. Really?” she says playfully with an eye roll. “Why are you guys like this?”

Seungmin lets out a loud burp in response. You jokingly pat your stomach. She puts down the drinks on the table before sitting on the sofa with her own food. 

“You’ll have to wait for me though.” She continues with a mischievous wink. Even if she ate for an hour there, you’d surely wait. All of you would. Thankfully she doesn’t take that long—you’ve already consumed two bottles of alcohol by the time she’s finished.

Jiheon hops off the couch after she puts down her food box. She walks to her bedroom, but realizes no one’s following her. “Well?” Immediately the three of you jump to your feet and hastily trail her to her room. Articles of clothing fly land all over the floor as you enter almost naked, your boxers the only piece left on you.

Her eyes light up at the sight of your erections, desperate to be freed from their fabric constraints. “Oh my. Looks like we got some big ones.”

Your friends, having lost most of their patience, push Jiheon onto the bed without warning. She giggles with anticipation over what’s about to happen to her. Her tight frame rises and falls like a wave on the mattress. Seungmin climbs onto the opposite end while Seojun clambers atop her. They work together to strip her completely naked. Seungmin finishes what he started, easily unclasping her top while Seojun pulls down her underwear. You remain frozen in place, unable to join them as they fill her body with sloppy kisses all over. 

“Aye man, you just gonna stand there and jack off or what?” Seungmin calls your attention. Nod and join them in bed. 

Seojun slips a couple of digits between her groin, which elicits a soft yelp from her. He groans and takes a deep breath at the new sensation. She’s already wet. Her eyes struggle to remain open as he pokes his fingers at her sensitive nub. A pair of hands wrap her from behind, landing at their most desired prize—her breasts. Seungmin presses and fondles them freely. His lips trail along the back of her shoulders, never releasing his smooch from her delicate, creamy skin. You wish you’d get a piece of her too, but they’re too engrossed to share.

“Ah, that feels incredibly good. More. Please.” 

Her silky, airy inflection stirs up Seojun. His fingers prod faster against her clit, filling his digits up with more of her slick. Seungmin massages her chest while he continues to kiss all over her back. Jiheon throws her head around, her mouth filled only with moans and whines of euphoria.

You sit beside them, unsure as to what you’re even supposed to do. If only you had the willpower to push one of them aside—but you’ve been incredibly hesitant the whole time. So much for having good friends. They’ve forgotten you. Only Jiheon’s body and delight is on their minds. 

“Mmph, aah, shit, you’re pleasuring me so well.”

“Fuck, Jiheon, so damn hot when you moan like that,” says Seojun. His fingers relentlessly flick against her sweet spot. He’s rewarded with another heavenly whine from her. 

Most of her back is filled with Seungmin’s drool and red marks. Yet this doesn’t stop the taller lad. He kisses the underside of her armpits next, raising her arms to create an opening for him. His hand finally darts to her ass, which finally allows you to do something. Hover beside her and dive into her shapely chest with your lips. Her moans become chaotic mewls, filling the room with her pleasure-filled cries. Despite the awkward position you’re in, it doesn’t matter. The taste of her breasts and nipples in your mouth are worth your lack of comfort. 

You continue to swirl and lick her taut nipples. Jiheon can’t contain herself much longer—her body quivers as she rapidly approaches her climax. Not only that, but also her moans begin to echo all over her apartment. If the neighbors complain, let them. 

“Fuck!” she cries out, finally reaching her orgasm. Until now, you’ve never heard her cuss and it’s incredibly rewarding to hear. Her juices coat Seojun’s fingers liberally as she trembles violently under her own peak. Even as she quivers, you continue to press your tongue against her chest hungrily. After she winds down, Seojun draws his soaked digits back to taste them.

“Delicious. You’re so tasty.” He takes another mouthful of her slick in his mouth then shares it with Seungmin, who also hums with delight. You relentlessly indulge in her breasts, when Seojun suddenly pulls you away. Your disappointment quickly turns to delight when you get your share of her juices from him.

After that quick tasting session, Seungmin pushes Jiheon forward on her fours. She lets out a sonorous scream. 

“It’s not fair for you to cum and not us,” he whispers in her ear. Jiheon braces herself for the full force about to hit her.

Seojun grabs her shoulders and lifts her upper half again. They take their places to fill her with their cocks: Seungmin against her ass, and Seojun on her pussy. Her body twists and contorts in such a knot that looks uncomfortable, but she doesn’t resist. This leaves her mouth for you, which you line your dick against her lips. 

“Is she gonna be okay?” you ask Seungmin. He bends his back so that Jiheon’s cunt is on display for you and Seojun. Your other friend props lies on the bed before her then the former puts her on her fours once more. With the three of you in position, you slowly insert your shafts in her holes. Her cry becomes muted as you fill her mouth with your cock. Seojun’s dick impales her easily thanks to her wetness. Her sensitive asshole pushes against Seungmin but he eventually manages to fill her with his girth. He also grabs a fistful of hair and tugs against it. She winces in pain, but sensory overload quickly overrides the throbbing all over her.

Seungmin’s other hand grabs a piece of her ass as you start to thrust in her mouth. She fills your dick with saliva, her whines send jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. Seojun has the best view: her breasts bounce atop him while he jerks his hips upward. You and Seungmin play a game of tug-of-war with her hair as you take handfuls and tug her back and forth while pounding her from opposite ends. 

You throw your head back in pleasure and groan as the pleasant sensation of her lips overwhelms your senses. From here, your body does the rest. Push and pull in her mouth, watch your length enter and exit with more wetness than before. Unlike the others, you want to relish this feeling and make it last, so you fuck her throat at a steady rhythm. Seungmin pushes hard against her incredibly tight asshole, his hand harshly gripping her cheek until it burns a bright red. Meanwhile, Seojun comfortably drills her cunt, her walls suffocating his cock. She drools, gags, and chokes, but she doesn’t turn you away. 

“So fucking tight. For a pretty face, you’re such a cockslut,” Seungmin hisses, his cock pressing inside her sensitive hole. With each plunge, more of his filth is released. “Fucking cumslut, take all this cock. Shit, I bet you want only nothing but cock. Sometimes I think about you before I sleep and I imagine you filled with my cock. That’s it. I bet that’s all you think about too. Cock. Cock. Cock.”

His words ring in your head like a chant. Soon you begin to shove your shaft in her faster and faster. Seojun nibbles on her neck while he pumps her just as quickly. It becomes a mad dash to climax in her as the bed creaks violently with your collective thrusts. The sound of flesh slapping flesh overpowers the sound of her gagging, which arouses the three of you further. 

One last push and you finally reach your end. With an ear-splitting grunt you release a powerful blast of seed down her throat. Jiheon’s cheeks puff as she takes your load in her mouth. Some of it leaks, but for the most part, you fill her mouth with your seed. Tears flow down her face as she takes everyone else’s load. As you pour the last of your semen, Seungmin and Seojun also cum in her asshole and pussy, respectively. 

She lowers her head, still full of you. Just as you pull away, there’s still a short spurt left that you manage to spray her pristine face with a thick streak of white. The others, satisfied with their release, don’t pull out immediately. They keep their cocks buried inside her as she collapses on the bed, exhausted and depleted. Their orgasms eventually die down, so they slip from her and ultimately fall, just like her. Deep, heavy breaths replace the ceaseless moaning and filth from earlier. 

Get off the bed and grab a towel from her bathroom. Despite the satisfaction of coating her face with your paint, you still want to clean her up. Just as you’re about to tidy her sweet features with the cloth, she lightly raises her hand. Even though she can’t open her eyes, she knows. Then she falls fast asleep. Seeing this, you toss her towel away and rejoin them, having the best slumber of your life.

When you wake up, you’re somehow beside your friends on her bed, who are still asleep. Jiheon is nowhere to be found. Check her clock, it’s almost eight in the morning. 

“Shit,” you say. “We’re already late for school!” Your sudden raise of voice wakes up the other two. 

“What? We gotta go, then!” Seojun says. He taps the still drowsy Seungmin on the shoulder as you both try to hop off her bed.

“Huh? What’s going on?” Jiheon enters from the living room, covered in a bathrobe and a peanut butter sandwich in hand. “Did you guys really forget again now? Today’s Saturday.”

“What are you talking about?” you say in opposition.

“You promised we’d work on our homework together for the weekend. Today’s Saturday, silly!” To prove her point, she pulls her phone out and flashes the screen. It’s indeed the weekend. So your panic ultimately amounts to nothing.

“Oh. My bad,” you reply, realizing your mistake. “I was more caught up in the fact that we just had sex and—wait! But aren’t you—”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m safe.” Her words ease you. You sigh with relief. 

“I checked your books. We’re pretty much done. And since we have a few more days together…” She raises her eyebrows and smirks. You look at your friends. They turn to her, then back at you. You know what she means. All of you do.

“Get up, you three. Let’s have breakfast, then we'll figure it out from there.” 

At her command, the three of you follow her as she walks away, hungry for more. 

I heard you're married (Wendy - Red Velvet)

> I’ll be there soon, pumpkin pie. Just wait a little longer.

You roll your eyes after you read the latest text from Seungwan, your ex-girlfriend. She’s sent this message over five times within the last hour and yet she’s nowhere to be found. The food on your plate becomes colder by the second. Keeping your promise to her—marking two days in a month to see her at her favorite restaurant at exactly 3:00 p.m.—is something you’ve come to regret sometimes. Not once has she ever showed up on time whenever you meet. 

You slowly sink in your seat, the entrance and exit of customers the only notable sight. Your vision slowly blurs as you get dizzy from boredom. Time doesn’t feel real. Just as you’re about to fall asleep, a sweet, familiar voice snaps you out of your vertigo.

“Hey, sweetie. Sleeping on our date, are we? No wonder we broke up.”

The woman chuckles after that mocking gloat. Scathing, but fair. Rub then flutter your eyes. Seungwan greets you with a wide, wholesome smile that you’re nostalgic with. Then she sits down opposite your side of the table good-for-four. She takes notice of the unconsumed dish on the table and pouts with widened orbs. 

“Aw, you bought some for me? Thanks, honey. Sorry it’s cold now, but I was surprised that you decided to buy food for me this time.”

Though she says it so innocently, you can’t help but lightly assume it’s a backhanded compliment. Even your simple kind gesture turns into an attack against you. You know she means well, however. You wouldn’t do so otherwise if your relationship ended on poor terms. 

“So Wannie, what’s the deal now? How’s Jongho?”

“Oh, him? He’s doing fine, I guess,” Her tone becomes dead as the thought of her current boyfriend enters her mind. “And you? Back on the dating market?”

“Not really. Seulgi tried to hook up with me but I recommended her to one of my friends. Freshly graduated and he just opened up a new clinic.”

“Ooh, and what does he specialize in?” Her eyebrows rise. She lightly lifts her frame up. 

“Something about stress therapy? Sounds really weird, but hey, more power to him and all the best.”

“Stress therapy, huh? Maybe I should go and visit this friend of yours.” Her left finger makes a figure-eight on the glass table, as if to taunt you by using him. “What kind of therapy does he do?”

“You wouldn’t want to know, trust me.” The strain in your voice grows stern. Your gaze becomes sharp as a dagger. 

“And what if I go find out for myself?” Seungwan replies back in a singsong tone. She’s poking the bear inside you. Even when you were together, she always enjoyed teasing you, and more so now that you’re not with her anymore. 

You know better.

“Well I won’t stop you.” 

Her face inches closer to your side of the table. As she stares back, you try to avert your glare elsewhere. Her cleavage behind her simple black shirt demands your attention. That’s another thing about these monthly meetings—she always makes sure that your eyes look at her shapely, petite body. Wearing any skimpy, revealing outfit for seeing you is one of her habits. 

A quick glance down on the table and you find a bright sparkle on her hand. 

“Wait.” Your eyes make contact with Seungwan’s and your demeanor is serious. She takes the hint and sits back down. “Is that a ring on your finger?”

She doesn’t need to look at it to realize. Her right hand conceals the other immediately. Her head shakes with denial. “No.”

“No more lying to me, Wannie. We’re not together anymore.”

“It’s just an accessory, don’t worry about it. It’s far too soon for me to—”

“Exactly. That’s why I don’t want you to deny it.” You forcefully grab her protective hand and push it aside. The evidence is clear. There is a diamond ring on her left ring finger. Her jaw slowly drops as you expose her secret. 

“I heard from Chunghee that you’re married. I knew it.”

Seungwan’s too flustered to answer back. Her cheeks burn a bright red from embarrassment. 

It takes a couple of minutes for her to say anything. And when she finally does, it comes out broken. “I-I-it’s n-not—”

You intercept her words by flashing your phone in front of her face. On display is a picture of her in a beautiful white dress behind some intricate flower decorations. Your finger flicks the screen and another photo of her, this time with her man Jongho, is made clear. Another slide of the light panel and it’s a group photo of her, her husband, and the other Red Velvet members together. There’s no denying the evidence.

“Pumpkin pie—”

“Hush. Don’t try to sweet talk your way out of this.” Your steely inflection easily overpowers her shaky, almost quiet tone. Once she’s completely silent, you release your grip on her hand and lower it down gently.

“I’m not even surprised nor am I upset. I just want to ask: Why didn’t you invite me to your wedding? I didn’t even know you got married until my friend told me.”

No response. She remains dead quiet, as if adamantly refusing to answer your question. Her face, despite the shame of earlier, becomes sour and bitter. Your piercing glare remains fixated on hers. It’s like an interrogation, except there’s a bunch of loud noises in the background and no overseers.

Place a finger on her chin. With your softest tone, you say, “Please tell me.”

A tear falls from her right eye. She tries to look away from you, but you gently tilt her head back. Your exchange goes back and forth with her a few times until her eyes are essentially flooding. Seungwan gradually breaks right in front of you. So weave to her side of the table that she has a shoulder to rest on. Her hand connects with yours, but you never realize it. 

Perhaps you’re being harsh on her again. Brief flashes of similar behavior play in your head. It’s this pushy attitude that ultimately ended the two of you. Despite that, every single time, she ultimately forgives and forgets. But you haven’t. So many chances to keep your love alive and yet you blew every opportunity.

While your former flame continues to sob into your sleeve, you brush your hand gently against her soft hair. The minutes quietly fly by without a care. You didn’t. This intimate moment—you and Seungwan together—though they are recent, brings you nostalgic memories. Deep down, you still really care about her and wish she was still yours. 

“Sorry.” The words depart your lips, but that’s the only thing you can ever say to her. You’ve said it to her numerous times, but now feels like the first time it means something. Seungwan sniffles and draws her head. You feel a nudge on your right side. 

“Pumpkin pie,” she murmurs. Her eyes are red but glisten when they look at you. “I should be the one who’s sorry, I was—”

“No, I’ve been such an asshole to you for the longest time,” you interject. Kiss her temple tenderly. “I really was pushing you without ever realizing you were hurt. I didn’t see where I went wrong until after you were gone.”

You look at each other with remorse and regret. Moments after, she snuggles deep into your warmth, purposefully wrapping your arms around her. No words can tell how much you needed the other right then and there.

Afterward, Seungwan suddenly pushes you off and gets off the couch. Your hand in tow with hers, she drags you with her too. You weave around the crowd and make your way to one of the bathrooms without drawing attention from anyone. Once you’re inside, she locks the door behind you. Before you could ask her what she’s doing, she pulls you toward her for a deep, passionate kiss. Her hands brush and squish against your flushed cheeks, then make their way up to your hair. 

“I want you to fuck me right now,” she murmurs in your ear. “Fuck me hard like nothing happened.”

That was always the plan. This is why you remained in touch even after it ended. The sex was too good for both of you to stop. 

She quickly unbuttons your shirt and lifts it over your head without any resistance from you. You work together to unbuckle your belt and pants before she tugs it down. Leaving only your boxers and your clearly erect dick constrained behind its fabric prison, Seungwan teases you by giving your balls a tight squeeze. Your eyes slam shut and a groan escapes your breath. Seeing your reaction makes her giggle.

“I miss when we could do this so freely, pumpkin pie.” A pleasant sensation jolts up in your groin. Peek down and find your cock fully exposed, close to her face. Seungwan’s on her knees but she immediately crawls back up your naked body when she notices you. “I’ve been waiting for this the whole day.”

“And you’re out here married to this guy I barely know,” you mutter back, which earns a giggle from her. “Why’d you do it in the first place—ah!”

Seungwan playfully seizes your balls in retaliation. “I think it’s more fun that way if I play with your feelings like that.” Then she kisses you lovingly on the lips again. 

Break the smooch and hold her waist. “But you still regret it anyway, so who’s the real loser here?” 

“Shut up and just take this off of me,” she answers back in an attempt to shift the conversation. You happily comply and take her shirt off as soon as she raises her arms. The black bra is unclasped seconds later. Much like you from moments before, another passionate liplock stops her words short. Little by little your lips down her neck and nibble on her collarbones. 

Seungwan’s airy moans are music to your ears. Her nails dig into your nape and the back of your head. Sink lower down her petite frame and bury your face into her chest with a muffled hum. She whines louder and her senses go frantic from the pleasure. Your hands join you in pressing her breasts, giving them firm squeezes. 

“Missed a spot.” Through the overwhelming bliss Seungwan manages to let a few words out and slightly pushes you away. She angles your head toward her taut right nipple. You take the hint and dive into her again, going back and forth in gobbling up both of her tits. A stream of moans escape her mouth as she returns into that euphoric state. 

“Mm, right there, that’s it, I love it when you do that.” 

You freely feast on her chest like the main course—which it is. Her breasts have never tasted this scrumptious. Her hands continue to brush your neck and nape while you mark red and drool all over her supple bosom. 

Regretfully she draws you away, even though you aren’t fully satisfied. You let out a disappointed sigh. “Enough. Need you inside me now.”

Seungwan shakes her hips to arouse you into hastily undoing her jeans. You take your sweet time to tug her down—admiring how nice her butt fits into her pants. She tries to slap you into hurrying up, but you quickly parry her hits away with a laugh. Despite her petty distraction, you’re able to pull her denims and black panties then push them aside with your own clothes. 

Lift her leg, then wrap it around your waist. Seungwan’s petite frame quivers lightly as you line your hard cock against her cavern. Even before you enter her, you can already tell she’s moist. She’s so giddy and can’t help but squeal as you prepare to impale her. 

“Seungwannie, I’ve never seen you this needy before,” you rasp.

“I don’t care. Just put it in me already!” Seungwan’s desperation is very clear in her hurried and whiny tone.

“Close your eyes.” She beams at you before complying, eager to fulfill your part. Instead of your stiff shaft, you insert your fingers in her cunt. Prod her sensitive pussy as the sound of slick flesh fills the vast space occupied by the two of you. Her wetness fills your digits as Seungwan melts into the blissful sensation of your touch. 

“Ah! Oh that feels so nice! Right there, pumpkin! Ahh!” 

Lick your lips in satisfaction as you jab her labia and vulva repeatedly. There’s no specific rhythm, only pure chaos. More of her slick latches onto your digits, occasionally spilling bits onto the floor. To add to her immersion you playfully rock her body as if you’re pounding her, when you’re actually not. Her moans echo all over the bathroom—like both of you would care if anyone knocked. Your legs buckle as you continue to pleasure, unable to keep your stability much longer. So you poke her faster and faster, without care for your comfort or longevity. 

Seungwan lets out a high-pitched scream when she orgasms. A wave of her juices gush out and coat your two inserted fingers. They drip down to the floor as you continue to stick your digits in her through her climax. Afterward, you slip away and put her coiled up leg down. She instinctively plants her hands on your shoulders, her feet numb and unable to balance themselves. 

“Oh my God…” Deep breaths replace her ear-splitting shouts of pleasure. “I really needed that, thank you.”

As she rests and recovers from her peak you plant kisses on her temple. Twirl her around and wrap her in a bear hug. Then you slowly lead her steps towards the sink, cuddling and nibbling her ear in the process. 

When you approach the mirror together, you see the two of you entangled in each other’s arms. An all too familiar image, but this feels like the first time it looks beautiful in your sight. Kiss her ruffled hair. Seungwan hasn’t opened her eyes since you commanded her to close them. A pleasant smile is plastered on her face. She looks comfy and warm in your embrace. 

“I hate that I have to share you,” you whisper in her ear. “Fuck, I really miss you so bad.”

She mumbles inaudible babbles. Her arm wrings yours like her favorite pillow. Even if the bathroom is the most impractical place to sleep in, you wouldn’t mind if you rested there together. 

A low whine escapes Seungwan’s lips. Your satisfied grunt follows as you slip your dick inside her at last. You guide her attached hands from your shoulders to the sink, complemented with a kiss of her collarbones. Thrust upward at a snail’s pace, savoring her tight, warm walls clenching against your shaft. Gradually her mouth hangs wide open, a protracted moan that echoes all over the bathroom. 

Your body presses on hers hard that she bumps against the sink. Her breasts bounce with each nudge. Your gaze shifts between her lewd expression and the mirror reflecting both of you. So intimate and yet so hot. Seungwan’s pretty much in a numb state, only focused on the pleasure you’re giving her. Hold her tightly like she’s yours—which she is at that very moment. 

“Has he never fucked you once?” you ask with a husk in her ear. You’re still pounding her at a slow, tender rhythm.

She hums without a verbal response. Then words finally come out. “No. He said he’s waiting for our honeymoon.”

“What a damn shame.” Grit your teeth and your hips quicken in pace. Your fingers somehow remove the ring on her finger. “He’ll never fuck you this good like I have.”

She nods. Outright she won’t admit this, but the way her body responds to each pump openly agrees. You sink deeper into the bliss too, closing your eyes and enjoying the warmth of her moist pussy. The sound of flesh reverberates over the room along with your collective moans. Without a care for the time or the wet sensation of her slick filling your cock numerous times, you pound her relentlessly, pinning her tiny frame against the sink. 

“Very close,” you mutter. “I’m gonna cum, Wannie.”

“Hnngh, fill me with cream, pumpkin pie.” She pushes you even closer to her, as if there’s any space left between you. “Fill me with your all!”

One emphatic pump later, you finally peak. You fill her with a powerful blast of your seed with Seungwan’s name etched in your lip. She releases one final piercing cry, her loudest one, which you complement with your own relieved groan. Your dick twitches as her walls milk more of your cum, still pounding her through your orgasm. 

Finally, your body gives out and comes to a screeching halt. Little do you realize you’re on tiptoes, unable to keep your legs in control. Then you quietly draw your softening cock from her as you take deep, heavy breaths. You hold her in a tight embrace, the only thing you want to cling to at that moment. A brief lapse of shared joy before you part. Neither of you don’t want to let the other one go.

Half an hour later, with both of you finally dressed, you reach for the bathroom door. 

“Wait,” you say just as she’s about to unlock the door. In your hand is her wedding ring. “You forgot this.”

Seungwan turns to you and beams while taking her ring back. “Thanks.”

“I still don’t like that you’re married and you never bothered to tell me. Congratulations.” 

“I’m sorry, but thank you. I really needed that. You’re such a great friend.” She slips the ring back on her finger. You try not to make it clear that you’re upset, but it’s too obvious to conceal. Why would she do this when she’s with someone else now?

She unlocks the door. With one final smile and wave she bids you farwell. “See you after the honeymoon.” 

“Yeah. Bye.”

You watch as she leaves the bathroom, but you stay behind. When you’re certain she’s no longer there, you whip your phone out from your pants. Scroll through your contacts until you reach a certain name. Slide right until a red ‘X’ appears, as if to delete that person from your list. With a wistful sigh, you press the screen.

Son Seungwan has been deleted from your contacts.

Get a room (Arin - Oh My Girl)

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

You’re not even halfway past the door of your designated hotel room when Yewon suddenly exclaims in shock and disbelief. Though you are carrying both your luggage and hers, you hastily put the bags down to rush toward her. The bags prevent the electronic door from closing automatically and slamming it shut.

“What’s up?” you say when you reach her, immediately discerning the disgusted expression on her lips. 

She pays no attention to your question; instead her eyes focus on what’s in front of her. Taking the hint, you look on as well. The main takeaway is that you don’t really see anything wrong with the room you’ve booked—at least for the discounted price you found it. It appears perfectly adequate and suitably equipped, with a perfectly clean floor, a small coffee table with two couches, transparent sliding doors that connect the suite to a boxy terrace with a lovely view of the seaside cliffs overlooking a close but still relatively distant island, and a 45-inch television fastened to the wall.

For the most part, it looks perfectly normal, until Yewon points out the immediate problem.

“We made sure to ask for a twin room, right?”

Turn to Yewon again. You clearly hear the concern and repugnance in her tone. She can’t look away from the most obvious elephant in the room—a single bed that normally rests only one person. There’s two of you. It’s not rocket science to figure out, but your mind still denies the evidence ahead of you.

“Ummm,” you can’t process the situation properly and answer her even plainly, causing you to trail off until you somehow get it together. “I think we did?”

“No—yeah, we definitely did.” She directs her finger to point out the obvious. “We definitely asked for a room with twin beds. That isn’t a twin bed, that’s a—”

Return your glare back to the single queen bed, then your eyes shift back-and-forth between the mattress and Yewon a few times, asking for confirmation. She catches a glimpse of your stupefied reaction, and her response is blunt but says everything, with a nod of her head and a quiet, “Yup.”

Letting the scene completely sink in, your first thought running through your head is: This is going to be the most awkward night of your life.

Indeed, you booked a twin room for you and Choi Yewon as part of your two day road trip up in the mountains, your getaway vacation back when you were childhood friends. Even though somewhere in your teens you went your separate ways, with her becoming a successful idol as part of Oh My Girl and you focusing on a career in journalism, you still connected with each other though you never really saw her in person until way after her group became incredibly popular. With more solo activities on her plate, she decided to call you up and relive fond memories before she’d return to her busy life as a star.

“I swear to God, this is just—” Yewon stops herself from complaining some more. Even though you had not seen her in years, everything you remember about her is still present. The cuteness, the dorky attitude, and the playful innocence in her tone whenever she groaned about something remain part of her, now in a more gorgeous package. She’s become so eye-catching that you can’t really look away from her no matter how much you continue to remind yourself you’re merely friends.

“No, no, this is fine. It’s fine.” She shakes her head, pretty much accepting defeat in this situation. “We can deal, we’re both adults.”

“I can sleep on the floor if you want—”

“Definitely not.” She turns to face you, her tone quickly changing in a defensive manner. “Well I’m not taking the floor because I drove the whole day, and you’re sure as hell not sleeping on the floor either, because you’re driving tomorrow. So, let’s just adult it up and share. It’s a big bed with plenty of space.”

Convincing as she might sound, it won’t suddenly change the size of the bed, which would awkwardly fit both of you, nor will it split into two like magic.

“I mean I guess we can’t completely adult it up,” she follows. “We can put a pillow barrier or something if that makes you feel better?” 

“Pillow barrier?”

“You know? The kind we had when we used to have sleepovers at your place?” she lightly giggles as she remembers your fond childhood memories together. “I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything.”

“I appreciate your concern, but you’re being silly.” Remembering what she said a moment ago, you deflect her own words back to her. “We’re both adults now. Besides, I’ve slept in worse.”

She pauses, thinking things through. You don’t know what’s going on in her mind, but you can at least find some comfort knowing she’s most likely just as stunned as you are.

“You know what, you’re right.” Yewon shakes her head again, internally beating herself for not being mature about it. “I’m being silly. Let’s just pick one side, and stick to that.” 

She walks over to the right side of the bed, designating it as her spot in the little mattress, leaving you without any opportunity to choose. Her graceful hands flow along the silky, clean sheets. “I’ll take this one, is that okay?”

You simply nod while you raise your eyebrows and nod in agreement. Even if you didn’t like your lack of freedom, you didn’t have the will to deny her what she would have liked, especially with those kind features of hers.

“Great.” She looks outside, then to her wristwatch, then back to you. “We should probably shower and get ready for bed. It’s getting late, and we still have quite a way to go. You can go on ahead first.”

Wasting no time, you turn away from her to pick up the luggage you left at the front door. You barely catch her mumble another complaint, “Oh boy.”

—————

The bathroom door opens. Out comes Yewon, with freshly wet hair and changed out of her clothes, only sporting the customary black hotel bathrobe. She wraps her locks around a braid as she walks back to the living room.

“The water pressure here is ass!” she chuckles as she finishes tying her hair. “I literally—and you’re asleep.”

She gasps in shock. You’re in bed, arms and legs spread wide, snoring like a whale, and obviously oblivious to what she was ranting about. Thankfully you’re mindful enough not to fully occupy her designated side of the mattress.

“Shit.”

Yewon walks over to the opposite side of the bed, footsteps as quiet as a mouse in an effort not to wake you up. 

“I’m dry enough,” she whispers to herself. “Maybe if I just slide quietly right in, on the right side—”

Without stirring up the bed to cause even a slight rumble, Yewon gently lowers her ass on the partially ruined sheets. All the while, her stare lingers to your face, trying to look on if you’re actually asleep and if her entry might possibly disturb your peace. When you don’t react, she sweeps her toned legs around in an upward motion off the ground, then she carefully slides upward to reach the pillow. Eventually, her head rests on the cushion without drawing even the slightest commotion.

Successful, she sighs in relief. Her eyes look up to the ceiling and the four unopened lights that form a square. The only things she can hear are her own deep, heavy breaths. Your snoring has gone radio silent. Drowsiness begins to flow down her exhausted body, preparing her for dream land. 

But just as she’s relaxed enough to settle in, a sudden weight that bears itself on her breaks the silence.

“Are you really asleep, you absolute dick?” she sneers venomously. Her glare points toward you. Unknowingly, your right arm is wrapped around her belly, while your right leg is coiled over her own right leg. To make things worse, your lips are close to her bare shoulders, grazing her soft, dainty skin. Despite the sudden screech from her mouth, it doesn’t elicit a reaction from you. 

“God, I should have showered first,” she hisses to herself. The pillow barrier was a good idea, why didn’t she press on with that? “How am I supposed to fall asleep when you’re right fucking there?”

Though she clearly hates you draped around her, she tries her best to ignore your presence. Intentional or not, you won’t let her have any sort of peace. 

Much to her dismay, half of your frame is all over her like your warm, favorite blanket. Any sort of space between you is gone when your lips leave saliva trails over her right shoulder. 

Yewon looks behind her, angered and evidently upset. Any little form of subtlety and quietness left is unceremoniously thrown out the window. “No, no, no, you’re kidding me! You asshole! This is so not fair! You cannot sleep spoon me! How are you supposed to be asleep? This is literally the worst version of my—”

She stops herself again from gushing, suddenly remembering you have a chance to hear her deeper, more intimate feelings. Yet you don’t respond in any shape or form. There’s an essence of innocence and gentle warmth as you embrace her without your knowing. Yewon can’t bring herself to push you away, annoyed as she is. 

Eventually, she does find some comfort and adapts herself to the cuddle. She sighs again wistfully. “I guess this is nice, though. Figures you’d be a good cuddler.”

Yewon sinks into her pillow once more, determined to put aside her discomfort just to be able to fall asleep. Minutes, perhaps hours, pass. Her eyes remain wide open as she can’t bring herself to completely relax. Something’s definitely preventing her from snoozing.

“Okay this is comfy and all, but if you’re gonna poke my back with your knee I—” A brief look behind her and she finds a noticeable protrusion between her legs, sending her into a wild panic. Instinctively, she pushes you off her, perhaps further than she expected. “That’s not your knee—oh shit!”

Distress builds on more stress. She watches as you roll off the bed and onto the floor, causing you to yelp loudly and snap wide awake. Yewon crawls to your side of the mattress as you sit up on the ground. Her hands cover her mouth as she checks in on you, whether you got hurt or not. 

“Fuck, I am so sorry— Dude, are you okay? I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to kick you off the bed, you were just really fucking close,” she says, the words leaving her in rapid succession, like she was blurting. “Here, let me just—Oh my God!”

Before she reaches her hand out to pick you up, she catches a glimpse of your raging erection. Your pajamas are halfway off. She turns away with cheeks completely on fire, hands on her eyes, and her mind with a new memory she wants to unsee. Her mouth is completely unrestrained.

“Why the fuck are your pajama bottoms so loose, dude?”

As you get up and push up your underpants, you retort, “You got really excited when you saw them.”

“No I am not flustered, shut up! This is the worst fucking night!” she replies with her back turned against you, but even in the dark, you can see her red cheeks from embarrassment. “Can I uncover my eyes yet?”

“Yes you can, you horndog.”

“Okay, thank you.” She promptly draws her hands back then faces you again. Not even the snarky word you called her draws away from her awkwardness. As you stand in front of her, not willing to rejoin her in bed, she draws her breath, then exhales, regaining her composure. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I really did think I was going to be fine with this.”

You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow, questioning her comment. “Are you sure? I think you’re weirded out by this.”

“No, no. I’m not weirded out or anything,” she replies. Her eyes look away from you, unable to face you directly. “It’s not like I feel unsafe or anything.”

“Are you nervous?” You gently approach the bed.

Yewon pauses for a second, trying to formulate a reply that hopefully won’t offend you. 

“Y-yeah, I’m nervous, b-but not like that, you know? Not because I’m uncomfortable with being near you, or not, not uncomfortable in a bad way—”

She stammers through her faulty reasoning, ultimately giggling as she struggles to finish her justification. 

“I-I can’t do words right now! I mean, you literally just spooned me with an erection, you cannot expect me not to talk about it?”

Look down and find that your boner seems to have calmed down. Hopefully, she is too.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I never meant to—”

“No, don't be sorry,” she interrupts. “It’s not your fault, umm, I mean, it’s kind of my fault for kicking you off the bed?” Can we just go back to sleep? I promise not to kick you again.”

Wanting to move on, you simply accept her offer and slide back to your side of the bed while Yewon wiggles back to the opposite end. This time you leave a wide space between you two. Both of you lie back down while staring at the ceiling, allowing silence to fill the room for a few minutes.

“So, the shower here kinda sucks, right?” Yewon breaks the still quietness, recalling the awful water flow. You might as well just have used a dipper or swam in the pool as an alternative. You simply nod as you place your arms behind your head.

“Yeah. Bad water pressure,” she continues with a chuckle. “And maybe it’s just me, but the room heater is kinda terrible too.”

She’s right. Even though you’re confined to a shut room, the coldness of the outside still peeks through the windows. You’ve mostly overlooked the chills and shudders until she pointed it out, to which you nod in agreement again.

Yewon turns to you while you shiver from the cold. “Do you wanna huddle a little closer? Instead of us both hanging off opposite ends of the bed?”

Facing her again, you ask, “You won’t kick me off, right?”

She shakes her head with a cheeky grin. “No more kicking off the bed. I promise.”

Her welcoming smile is enough to draw you back to her again. She also reciprocates your approach, steadily inching close to you until you both meet halfway in the center of the bed. Then your arms wrap around each other as you feel the heat of the other’s body pass through yours. Inches apart, cold breaths on each other’s chin, the awkwardness has faded to make room for soft, intense tension.

Your hands explore her hips, and hers roams yours. One move and this could end in a complete mess. While you feel every delicate sensation of her toned body, gasping and sighing with restrained lust, Yewon closes her eyes as her hands claw through the fabric of your shirt, struggling to keep herself together.

“Oh this is nice,” she says, her tone wavering between formality and passion. “I did say you were spooning me in your sleep earlier.”

Your cheeks are flushed with a bit of embarrassment, even though she doesn’t fully blame you. Of all times your hormones decided to lose control, it just had to be with her.

“I didn’t mind it. It felt nice,” she continues, gently reassuring you from your guilt. “You felt nice. Better than I imagined you would, you know?”

“You imagined this?” you ask, raising concern over her thoughts regarding you.

“Yeah I imagined this before. Cuddling you like this, not because of warmth or anything, but because we wanted to. I mean, not like this, but you know—”

Yewon’s heart is slowly gushing about her true feelings. There’s very little left in her that can resist from admitting the truth. She knows if she can’t admit it now, there won’t be another opportunity for her to do so. Her hands pull back from pinching at your shirt, still preventing herself from opening up to you completely.

But there’s nowhere left to go.

“Of course, I wanted to,” she continues. While you brush streaks of her hair away to clearly see her beautiful face, she averts eye contact with you. “I’ve been into you, okay? I’ve been into you for years. I’ve literally had a crush on you since we were kids. I—”

Yewon realizes what she’s just said and stops herself short. She retreats her hands back and spins away from you with immediate regret. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that. I should just go and ask for another room and I—”

Before she turns away from you entirely, you cup her face and meet her in a fiery, passionate kiss on the lips. Any sort of barrier between you is completely shattered. Without any inhibition, Yewon sinks into the smooch with every bit of her passion, love, and desire that had been contained for so long. And now, she has an outlet to pour her every bit of affection onto you.

“You fucking idiot,” you murmur in her mouth. Drawing her back to keep her close, you peck at her lower lip as she freezes in place.

“Wh-wh-what do you mean I’m an idiot—”

This time you’re the one to interrupt her. You dive back into making out with her, your childhood friend and longtime crush. Both of you realize how much you have deep, intimate feelings for the other and never really had the chance to share how you needed each other. Perhaps this single bed was the best thing to ever happen for you two. 

Yewon suddenly breaks away with a cheerful laugh, the brightest she’s ever been. “Maybe we’re both kind of idiots.”

Then you pull her back in again. You have no intention of letting Yewon escape from your grasp, especially not after your mutual feelings of affection for each other. 

“You genuinely have a crush on me?” you ask, mumbling between her lips. Part of you still refuses to completely believe her, even when her tone meant complete sincerity.

“I meant it,” she replies softly, reaffirming herself. “I’ve always really, really liked you.”

She crawls on your chest, slowly climbing up your body until she’s on top of you. Now it’s her weight pressing against you, a retaliation for what you did to her earlier. Her eyes gleam in the dark, full of burning desire. “I’ve imagined it—what it would be like to cuddle with you.”

The sudden change in her eyes, the wide smirk on her lips, and the heat emanating from her hands—you feel a lot hotter. Then she leans her face directly close to yours. Those luscious lips demand your attention, but you stop in place. Your heart races with anticipation and tenseness, allowing Yewon to have her way with you, the way she always wanted it to be.

“And also what it would be like to kiss you,” she continues, following it up with a gentle peck on your lips. Then another. And a third one. She’s so hot when she slowly teases you, with that alluring stare and irresistible sweet lips all over your mouth. You feel tingles all over your nerves as her hands run down all over your body, shuddering from just her sensitive touch. “And put my hands all over you.”

Any fleeting thoughts supposed to run through your head instead flow down your groin. Your shaft hardens as your childhood friend continues to toy with your patience and restraint with each delicate kiss and flick of her fingers against the soft fabric of your shirt. 

Allowing the pleasure to consume you, you close your eyes and release an airy groan. Another step closer to breaking.

“If I put my hands under your shirt, is that okay?” she asks. They’re already halfway underneath the cloth. There was no other answer she’d accept other than a clear yes.

“Go,” you reply, still winded from the sensation of her tender fingers on your body.

Yewon immediately slides her hands deep into your chest while she kisses you to distract you from the sharpness of her nails. You jerk and groan a quiet sigh as her sensitive touch steals your breath away. 

“Can we keep going? I want you to touch me too.” 

The idea of having a piece of her snaps you back. Her chest is the first point that your eyes go straight through. Somehow, you feel like you’re in a dreamlike state, as if all of this is just a part of your fantasy, something long gone when the morning comes.

“Your tits,” you blurt, the heart expressing their first desire. “Let me touch them.”

“Of course. You can touch me there,” she replies almost instantaneously, her own eyes shut from pleasure as well. “Just place your hands over—ugh!”

You didn’t need any further instructions. Your hands slip between her thin bathrobe and grasp handfuls of her shapely breasts. They aren noticeably huge, but they feel so hot and warm in your palms. A couple of fingers twist and flick her taut nipples, eliciting a whine from Yewon. The smooth sensation of her flesh also causes you to moan pleasurably too. 

“Do you like how they feel?” she asks, to which you nod enthusiastically. “They fit so nicely in your hands, like they were made for you.”

Her words bring a smile to your face. She’s matured so well in all the right places, and yet they feel incredibly welcoming and warm as you fondle and massage her mounds. In response, she presses her hands tightly against your cheeks, as if to suffocate you. Even as you play with each other’s bodies, you’re still occasionally drawn to the other’s lips. 

“Fuck, you’re smothering me, Arin,” you say as you lightly choke from her clutch, ignoring that you addressed her by stage name rather than her personal name.

She giggles heartily while shaking her head. “No, I won’t let go of your face. I’m just gonna keep cradling your head in my hands,” her lips smother yours for a moment, “And running my fingers through your hair,” her right hand brushes up a streak, “And I’m gonna pull you close and suffocate you with tits if I have to, but I’m not letting go.”

As if she knows what you’re thinking of, she continues with, “I want you to feel that this is real, and this is really happening. Come here.”

When she kisses you for the umpteenth time, even if her lips feel like a familiar presence, it’s only now do you truly accept and come to understand that this is real. Yewon is truly in love with you, your hands are really on her tits, and this is as intimate as you can possibly get with your childhood friend.

Yewon notices the sudden lack of heat on her chest. “Wait, why are you taking your hands off my—fuck!”

A stream of hums escape her breath involuntarily. She whispers and whines against your lips. The lace separating her bathrobe is loosened, and so is your lust. Your digits find their way between her slit and her sensitive hole. Immediately, wetness protrudes your fingers as they dig into her pussy.

“Oh, that feels good, too. Oh fuck, mmm.”

Her airy and sensual moans arouse you even more while her juices coat your fingers as they explore and pleasure her cunt blindly. 

“You’re so wet,” you say, whispering into her mouth as you continue to satisfy her hole, hitting all the right spots.

“Yes. You made me do that, made me hot and dripping.” Yewon wrestles with the overwhelming pleasure coursing throughout her body to kiss you again. “I’m like this for you, okay? Just for you.”

As if you needed any more motivation to bring her all the pleasure and lust she wanted. Your wet digits pump inside her faster, making her jerk and buckle on you as she whines and moans uncontrollably, feeling waves of wanton bliss surge all over her. With two fingers buried to her hilt, poking at her most satisfying spots, Yewon is a few moments away from flying over the edge.

“Wait, wait, wait. Stop, stop, stop.” she gasps, feeling tense and on edge from her impending climax. You don’t waste a second as you regrettably draw your wet digits back before you proceed to taste her juices in your mouth. 

“Is everything okay?” you ask, puzzled by her sudden change of heart. She looked like she was enjoying every second of it. “I thought you were liking what we were doing so far.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s really good, but I want more.”

After you give her a moment to catch her breath, she catches your lips in another kiss. You’ve lost count long before that. When she breaks the smooch, her lust-filled eyes look down on you with renewed passion. She’s ready for another round.

“Sit up now, right against the headboard,” she says, commanding you like a superior, which you immediately comply with. 

Though her frame presses against you, you lean your body upwards in a sitting position before you arch your back against the wooden headboard. 

“Now, take off your shirt.”

You waste no time and immediately lift it over your head almost as fast as she demanded it. Her eyes peep down to gawk at your bare chest, brimming with even more lust than before. 

“God, you’re gorgeous.” She can’t help but place her hands against your stomach again. In the process, she props herself against your lap, making sure her plump ass is all over your pajamas, making your cock twitch beneath her perfect butt.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for years, baby,” she whispers in your ear. Her tone changes with the ever growing neediness in her soul. “I can feel how—how hard you are. Mmm. You like it when I grind against you like this?”

Her hips gyrate around your pitched tent, stealing more of your air. When she finds your eyes twitching up from the immeasurable pressure you feel, she smirks with greater confidence. 

“Do you like having me in your lap where you can feel my warm, wet pussy through your pants?” 

Between her sultry inflection and her shapely butt against your groin, you’ve never felt more suspended in such a pleasurable sensation in your life. Much like your restraint slowly slipping down, so do your loose pajamas. Yewon feels a thick protrusion beneath her, partially stimulating her moist cunt.

“You know those pajamas are really loose? They slip off so easily.” She suddenly reminds you of those damned bottoms. Her flesh feels so tight around you that you forgot you were still clothed at all—not that you need other thoughts lying around when she is effortlessly grinding you like a high-class lap dancer. “And I think I want them off again.”

It isn’t really a want, but more like a need. With a few powerful swings of her backside, she manages to pull down your pants again. This time your cock has room to breathe, unlike you. Somewhere in between her loosened bathrobe slips off her too. Now there’s really nothing between you two—only bare souls, both literally and figuratively.

“Fuck, wow.” Her eyes linger on your hard shaft, brimming with desire like she’s looking at shiny jewelry. The little precum that glistens under the dim light add to the effect.

Yewon plants her hands on your legs, her body stretched out before you as she brings herself closer to your dick. She looks up to you with pleading eyes. “I need you in my mouth, okay?”

With your eyes completely shut, you merely nod. The only want in your mind is the hot sensation of Yewon’s mouth or cunt—any piece of her to fill your need.

You hear your back thump against the headrest, but it’s immediately forgotten when you hear her lips smooch and peck your tip. Her soft hums send you into a pleasure-filled craze. When she gently kisses up your length, you hiss and recoil even as gently as she goes. Out of desperation, your hands flail and grapple for something, anything—until you settle for the edges of the board that you’re leaning on. 

She releases your dripping shaft from her plump lips. A little peek and you find it stained with dashes of white. You haven’t cum yet, but with the amount leaking, you might as well be.

Yewon looks up again. She notices your barely opened gaze. “Did I do this to you?” 

Yes. Absolutely.

Is what you would say if your brain can register and deliver language to the other parts of your body. Instead, what comes out of your mouth are indiscernible babbles. She doesn’t need to understand baby talk to realize what her baby feels about her.

“Did you get hard for me?”

You’ll never outright admit this to her, but those peeks of her cheeks on stage, her ass trying to make itself known through tight underwear definitely turned you on. Maybe she does know; that’s why she’s doing it in the first place. To drive the point home, her bare ass sticks out, inviting you to grab her.

Works well enough, because a moment later, a hand is firmly planted on her backside. Her skin has never felt softer and more inviting.

Forget about the question at hand; Yewon takes you into her mouth again. Your other hand positions onto her hair. You tug her forward whenever she pulls back. At this point, it’s a complete mess. Her mouth is full of spit and precum; your cock is full of spit and precum. There’s a bit of red on your legs thanks to her nails, you leave spots on her butt in kind. She laps around your shaft until you’re full of imprints written in her saliva.

“You taste so good,” she says between licks. “I love the way your cock feels in my mouth.”

It’s almost dreamlike how she feels around your shaft. Her tongue swirls all over your length so smoothly it’s unreal. Everything about what she does feels almost like a mirage. She works to pleasure your dick harder as you ease into a more relaxing, comfortable position.  Your eyes slowly fade back into the darkness again. You wish to never wake up from this dream, at least until after you’ve reached the climax.

That is, until you’re given a hard reminder that you haven’t fallen asleep yet. 

“Look at me. Look down at me. I’m here. This is real—mmmph!”

Open your eyes; hers meet yours in a melting gaze. She takes you into her mouth completely, piercing her throat, more than enough to force you back to life. You gasp and pant while she continues to choke herself on your dick, coloring her tongue with even more little shots of white. Then you feel a sharp twitch on your groin; the sign of imminent release.

Feeling your probable burst, she quickly drops you with a pop louder than the last two. With a few swift motions, she rises to your level again, straddling your lap while her hands rest on your shoulders once more. 

Lifting herself slightly, lining your cock against her dripping slit, she whispers into your ear, “I want you inside me. Can I have you?”

Safety was a bottom priority to both of you. If anything, her soft bottom was what you needed the most.

The little nod signals your approval, much to her delight. With that, Yewon lowers herself down on your throbbing shaft. Seconds feel like minutes with each moment that you don’t feel her presence in your body, yet you still feel unprepared for how tight she was.

A collective groan escapes both your lips as Yewon impales herself to your sheath. You slightly hurt the back of your head as you recoil against the headrest, but it matters little, if not at all, when the pleasure of her suffocating pussy clenches greater than anything you’ve felt tonight—and she gave you head minutes ago. 

“God, I feel so full of you. It feels so good, mmph.” 

Yewon’s nails dig deep into your shoulders, drawing more marks on your body. She moans into your ear as you start to pump upwards into her tight, wet cunt, almost as if it was second nature even though it was your first time. In turn, she grinds her hips against yours, rolling her round ass around your lap like rubber. You grit your teeth as she sinks into your body deeper with each thrust, restraining your own moans to make room for her singsong, throaty whines. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this for so long.” The words leave her in a rushed, desperate way, but she meant every single one. “You feel so good—aahh!”

Your mouth latches onto her bouncy nipples as she rides you wildly, forgoing all sense of pace and timing. Elsewhere, your hands find themselves with handfuls of her plump, shapely ass. Full of bliss, she throws her head back as she wraps her arms around you in a deep embrace. Neither of you have the intention of letting the other go—not that you want to.

“Can I go faster?” she asks, between moans. No need to ask, that’s exactly what you desire her to do. 

Except that asking is meaningless when she proceeds to throw herself down quicker and quicker. She pushes your head into your chest when you start to slip away. The bed creaks as you continue to fuck her hard. Her cunt pulsates tightly against your cock as you thrust in her with just as much vigor as she has. As the friction builds up, you begin to feel like you’ve been set on fire.

Yewon then pushes your face up as you moan into each other. No eye contact, just the sounds of skin slapping skin and the occasional squeak of the small mattress. You don’t know what will break first: you or the bed. 

The yelp you make abruptly turns into a sharp scream. Suddenly you both grind to a complete halt.

Yewon’s no longer in front of you. She’s on your right shoulder, her teeth somehow deep into your skin. Realizing this, she pulls back a bit then looks at you with apologetic eyes.

“I’m sorry, sorry! Did I bite into your shoulder?” Her stare returns to your sore spot.

“I mean, you did, but it’s okay.”

“Really?” She looks at you again with twinkles in her eyes. “You don’t mind? You want me to leave marks?”

“Fuck, I do.”

“Fuck yes.” Yewon doesn’t waste a second to leave another red mark on your other shoulder, grazing your sensitive flesh with her teeth. To distract from the pain, she begins to bounce against your lap again. “I’ll mark you.”

It’s not fair she gets to have fun alone. So in turn, you nibble her delicate collar bones back. She whines between nibbles, a distraction you cause when you spear her constricting walls. 

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” Yewon cups your face and intercepts you for a brief, passionate kiss. It’s immediately broken by her body riding up and down while you fuck her. She glares at you deeply. “And you’re mine now, right?”

You hurriedly nod, as if you already knew the answer—and you do. She kisses you on the lips once more. Undoubtedly correct.

“I’ll mark you so that we’ll both remember that—hnnghh!” 

Your lips burrow on her neck first, taking her by surprise. She retaliates by gnawing your nape. Before you know it, both of your upper bodies are colored red, from the collar bones, neck, shoulders, and chest. Somewhere in between, your fingers are intertwined together as well. 

All of it is a temporary distraction from what’s really happening: your eventual finish.

Push Yewon down to the mattress. Now you have the top position over her. Locking your fingers tighter with hers, you thrust in her faster and faster, all the while relentlessly nibbling her sensitive flesh with your teeth. Yewon might be a girl group member and under some company’s management, but you made it clear that she belongs to someone now. 

Her marks can easily be hidden. Your budding relationship can be hidden. What cannot be concealed anymore was your utter hunger for her.

You thrust in her faster and faster, her moans reaching a high you didn’t expect her to hit. Even as you try to slow down, attempting to save the hot sensation of her tight pussy suffocating your cock, you can’t. Try looking away, only to be brought back to her when she announces her impending end.

“Fuck, I’m so close, please! Please, I’m so close—”

There was no going back. You proceed forward with harsher, deeper thrusts as you hiss back, “I’m close, too.”

“That’s it. Please, cum for me. Cum for me.”

And that’s enough to finally push you over the edge. One was good enough, but two seals the deal. A handful of hard pumps and your mind goes blank. You hiss while Yewon groans your name louder as you reach your orgasms, one after the other. Her jaw drops as you fill her womb with a big load of warm seed, followed by her slick juices on your shaft. An exchange of moans of relief and satisfaction accompany your peaks as you drain the other more than you anticipated. 

Even as you orgasm, your body has no willingness to stop. She loosens her grip on you and lays dormant on the bed while you thrust in her until you eventually grind to a full stop. You lay your body beside hers as your cock withdraws, creating a thin string of white while the rest of your cum forms a huge puddle on the sheets.

Much like your position on the bed, you’re both upside down. Things won’t ever be the same.

Both of you allow silence to fill the room. There’s much to think about and you’re still sure this is a dream, even with her constant reminders.

Out of nowhere, Yewon starts to giggle. “When I said ‘We should adult it up,’ this isn’t what I meant.”

Roll your eyes with a bit of disgust, then turn to her. “Well we definitely acted like adults there, did we?”

“Shut up.” Yewon slaps your back jokingly at your retort before giggling heartily again. Afterward, she kisses you on the lips. She doesn’t regret a single moment that happened regardless. 

“I did mean it,” she continues, caressing your face with a wide smile and pecking you on the lips again. “Everything I said.”

Another kiss, another confirmation. 

“Look,” you say before uttering a wistful sigh. “I’ve never felt happier with you until tonight, but we should really talk about what this means for the both of us.”

“Yeah, I know. But we should probably go to bed, though. We have a long drive tomorrow.”

Your smile turns to a frown. You wonder if Yewon’s just dodging your questions or setting you up, especially after a confession like that, possibly leaving you sleepless for the night.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to bother you, but if we’re gonna do this—”

“I promise. We’ll talk about it more in the morning. Definitely. Okay?”

You give her a nod, but with a brief reluctance in your motion. She reaches her pinky finger out. This can only mean one thing.

“Pinky swear.”

You extend your own pinky out in response. She hasn’t made a promise like that since you were children. Only then do you finally come to understand she genuinely means it, finally leaving you at peace about your long term relationship—at least for now.

“Well if we’re gonna be like that, might as well just sleep on the couch,” you say before turning away from her.

Yewon yanks your arm as you turn around and try to roll off the bed. She reels you back to her while both of you use your feet to grab the pillows away from you. You wrap your arms around each other as you cuddle yourselves to sleep, but not before you share another intimate kiss on the lips.

“Just come here and hold me, you dork.”

Try me again (Jo Yuri)

For everyone inside your social circle, which included your friends and family, it was completely baffling to see an idol of distinct popularity act completely childish whenever she’s around you, but not to Jo Yuri. It was her favorite thing to do during her downtime and primary method of keeping your attention on her. She was unabashedly bratty in front of the cameras, and this behavior was usually exaggerated for the oblivious viewer who didn’t know better. 

When they’re turned away, however, was when this troublesome trait was at its most extreme. 

Yuri relished every opportunity to get both of you in some close calls, when there were more opportunities by the public to see the real her. Maintaining a reputable and clean celebrity image meant nothing to her with you around. She wanted to keep herself entertained at your expense, even if it meant that you’d both be found in plain sight.

The ones closest to you, both your acquaintances and hers, did their part in keeping you two a secret—everyone, except Yuri herself.

With only a few days until her next comeback, Yuri suggested that you both go out on a date together. You agreed, under the belief that she was taking serious preparation ahead of her tight schedules, so you assumed that she had no opportunities to fool around before then. 

As you walk together hand in hand, your momentum is halted by a red light. On a building across the intersection, a large electronic billboard plays a promotional clip of her next release, presenting her colorful charms on a massive scale. You ogle at her big projection with wondrous, sparkling eyes. Every time she appears on screen, you have nothing but admiration for her. Regardless of how occasionally vexing she might be, you maintain a big sense of pride to have someone like her as your girlfriend.

You could stare at those round, sweet eyes of hers all day long. However, Yuri seems to feel the exact opposite.

“Hey, stop staring at my cute face, you silly dummy!” Her sudden echoed voice draws your attention away from the large billboard. Tilt your head to the right and she’s no longer beside you. 

She shouts again, a little louder this time. “Over here, you dumbo!”

Look straight ahead to find Yuri, who’s already on the other side of the intersection. She jumps up and down like an energetic child, flailing her arms around, demanding every ounce of your attention. She has shown no signs of such erratic behavior with her staff; it’s only when she’s with you. A quick glance of the pedestrian signal and you find yourself racing against the clock. It slowly ticks down as it flashes white, blinking along with the timer. 

Five, four, three, two—

And one.

You manage to swiftly cross through the other side right as the walk sign changes to a red stop, narrowly avoiding the bumper of a speeding vehicle, whose driver angrily presses his horn in frustration. Turning to the car, you gesture and blurt out a quick ‘Sorry!’ as he continues to honk out his grievance at you. The unidentifiable person drives past the intersection, taking no heed to your apology as you place a hand against your rapidly thumping heart in relief.

“Dummy! You almost got yourself hurt. Hmph.” Yuri pouts with crossed arms as you calm down from the brief but sharp spike in stress.

“I have to blame you for that,” you say, deeply huffing from your chest as you stare at her with a grimace and a raised eyebrow.

“Why? Because I’m the one who’s not paying attention?” she rebuffs sarcastically.

“No, because you’re so cute.” You look directly into her eyes, which causes her cheeks to blush a burning red.

Without a response or retort, Yuri tilts her head away from you with a bigger pout on her lips, proving your point. Your giggle of victory turns into a hearty laugh. You’ve managed to get one back on her without the subsequent conflict going off the rails, which is how it usually ends up—a rare feat that you’ll fondly look back on.

Putting that small incident behind, the two of you continue to casually stroll around the city. Your mind reverts back to mindless observation of the nearby stores and shops, eventually landing your gaze on a familiar face—Choi Yena. Except she isn’t physically there, but as the face of some makeup brand. You wonder why Yuri doesn’t invite her over, even though they’re both incredibly close friends. Maybe it’s because she’s that clingy to you that she won’t allow anyone else to have you, or that she’s probably doing her own thing as well. Before you know it, you’re overthinking and analyzing every possible theory over such a random picture of her, but that’s how much Yuri has affected you. Every little move she does is unpredictable, so you have to keep yourself on your toes.

“Why haven’t we invited Yena to come over and hang out?” you ask Yuri, completely oblivious to the notion that she’s secretly gone off again. 

The lack of a response causes you to look away, and sure enough, she’s nowhere to be found again. No loud, attention seeking yell to call you back this time around. As you look around to try and catch a hint of her, you hear raucous echoes and cheers from a distance.

“Way to go!” One man shouts.

“You’re a natural at this!” Another yells with emphatic claps.

Turning your head the other way, you find a group of men on an unused paved road converted into a street court. Six tall, athletic dudes surround a small figure holding a ball at the center of their circle. Half of them are dressed in matching black jerseys and shorts, while the other half are in contrasting white uniforms. They are cheerfully applauding the person in the ball, who stands out quite prominently among the boys with her short stature and eye-catching outfit.

When you realize who they’re lauding, your heart drops.

Immediately you rush onto the court while screaming from the top of your lungs, “Yuri!”

Instantly recognizing your voice, her cute, endearing smile and gaze from one of the boys in white turns to you. You put the brakes on right as you close in on her, stopping short of running into her. Her lovely expressions maintain their tenderness as you approach her. Planting your hands to your knees, you huff deep, heavy breaths as you gather yourself once again. She’s calm, composed, and happy, oblivious to your panicky concern toward her.

“Hey, babe! What’s up?” she asks innocently.

“What are you doing?” you deflect her question right back at her, looking up to her with a cocked eyebrow, still panting and gasping for air.

“Not much!” Yuri twirls the ball around her index finger, only for it to fall as soon as she tries it. “I saw these guys playing and it looked really fun! Right, guys?”

“Yes!” All six players shout in unison, unanimously backing their new friend.

One of the men in an all-black uniform picks up the dropped ball, then hands it back to Yuri. She throws a wide, beaming grin and flirty wink at him as a little reward. “Come on! I think you should play too.” 

There’s really not much you can do to curve your way out of this situation, especially with a crew of able-bodied, buffed stalwarts on her side. 

Accepting defeat, you sigh, then you examine your shoes. Thankfully, you’ve decided to wear sneakers instead of dress shoes. After checking your footwear, you look around to try and size up your competition, only to realize that these dudes are noticeably taller than you. One way or another, you’ve already lost.

“All right,” you say as you extend your hand out to receive the ball, directing your gaze at every single player on the court, one at a time. “Whose side am I on?”

Yuri hands over the ball to you while the men gather in their own circle to discuss quietly. Just as she places it on your hands, she huskily whispers right in your ear.

“Good luck, daddy.”

——————

Needless to say, your distinct physique, improper outfit for sports, and lack of playing experience put you at a huge disadvantage. You were essentially a nonfactor throughout the entire game. Every drive to the rim for a layup was blocked, most jump shots ended up as either airballs or bricks, and the opposing team used your inability to defend to their advantage by exploiting you in isolation. The worst was when someone crossed you up, leaving you to eat pavement as he drilled the jumper, causing a raucous reaction from everyone on the court. 

As the play went on, you wandered away from the prospect of winning and was thoroughly convinced that Yuri set you up for humiliation as payback for that comment you made to her earlier. That was another thing that took your attention away from the match—she was on the stands, watching your every move so intently. Every time you took a glimpse at her direction, she seemingly was looking mischievous, quietly cackling and smirking at you, occasionally throwing a playful wink in there as well. 

You weren’t fully certain of your suspicion yet, but near the very end, you absolutely believed it. 

As the game winded down, Yuri started to fiddle with her jeans with each passing glance. Little by little, she began to press the denim garment down her petite body, showing tiny hints of black underwear hidden within. She wasn’t even remotely subtle about her intent; her wandering glazed eyes that occasionally looked at her handiwork below, the fiery blush of her cheeks, and the wicked, naughty smug expressions on her features were the evidence you needed to confirm your intuition.

And yet, despite all that, you couldn’t look away from her. It wasn’t until a teammate passed you the ball and shouted that drew your head back into the game. She was almost there, too, her jeans a quarter of the way down, her panties in full view, and her back arched against the chained metal fence. Hate her as much as you want, but she always knew how to lure your gaze in.

By some miracle, both teams are tied on the scoreboard, with your squad on offense. The ball ends up in your hands. Seeing you brick every single attempt so far has made the enemy complacent and lax on defense. They firmly believe you’ll miss this next one again. The paint is covered by four bodies, and your teammates have at least one defender close to their proximity, leaving you no choice but to shoot.

Without hesitation, deafening your ears from background noise, you throw the ball towards the hoop. As you jump and release it from your hands, time seemingly comes to a near standstill. All eyes direct their gaze on the ball that will decide the fate of both teams. It continues to rise high in the air as it flies toward the rim, each second lasting an eternity, even as it begins to descend toward its designated landing spot.

Your heart races wildly as it inches closer and closer toward the net. You know well that if it misses, the blame will be placed on you. With widened eyes, you watch, and watch, and watch—

…

…

…

Swish.

At that moment, your mind blanks out and shuts down. You’re still under the impression that the ball is on its way down. Meanwhile, your teammates leap and run toward you in victory. Even as they gather around you and one of them even lifts you up as their hero and savior, you still can’t process a single bit of what’s happening. You have no idea how to react to this win. 

Was that actually you who did that?

As your teammate lowers you down again, your mind starts to function again. Surrounded by everyone, your opponents give you daps of respect while whispering “Good game” and your partners throw fervent handshakes at you. Still, you’re unable to muster up a word or react appropriately, as noted by the neutral, unfazed, and wordless expression on your face. 

Unbelievable. 

Finally, the boys part to the side as Yuri runs over with outstretched arms, then envelops you in a tight bear hug. She showers kisses all over your drenched, sweaty face, leaving pink lipstick marks all over you. Her face shines with utter delight; a wide smile on her features and her bright eyes meet you in an endearing, tender gaze.

“You did it! You did it!” she cheers enthusiastically as she holds you close to her. Then as she wraps you close to her, she whispers in your ear, “Great work, daddy.”

You regain a semblance of a functioning mouth when you quietly reply, “Let’s go home.”

—————

Surprisingly, the walk home was quiet and uneventful. Although Yuri was always several steps ahead of you, she never pulled away or tried anything remotely troublesome. She would occasionally look back at you with a cheeky, beaming smile and with childlike eyes, but that’s about it. 

Half an hour later you both returned to your apartment. Yuri immediately rushes in once you unlock the door while you follow and close it behind you once you step inside your own flat. 

As Yuri jumps around the living room gleefully, singing random gibberish, you remain standing on the front door, staring intently at her. Since leaving the court, you’ve kept a relatively emotionless, cold look on your face. Additionally, you were also radio silent, never uttering a single word or sound from your lips. She assumed you were merely exhausted and had little concern about your sudden change in behavior.

Until a sharp, stern word escapes your breath, full of authority.

“Yuri.”

She stops jumping in place to face you, still blissfully unaware of how you really feel.  

“What is it?” she innocently asks. 

“Bedroom. Now.”

—————

Like a victim held hostage, Yuri wastes no time in following your command. Gone is her energetic, whimsical attitude, replaced by one of fear and dread. You trail close behind as she enters your personal quarters first. Once you’re in there too, you slam the door shut with a sonorous thud, followed by a gentle click of the knob to lock it tight. 

Yuri turns around to meet your piercing, sharp glare. She’s never felt terrified of you until now. 

She takes a step backward with each little trot you make, until she’s cornered by the edge of the bed. Taking a quick glimpse behind her then back to you, she gently raises her hands in surrender.

“What are you gonna do? Please don’t hurt me,” she whimpers, wobbly and quietly. Any hint of liveliness and energy in her voice and body language is nowhere to be found.

Tilt your head and size her up, from head to toe. Her tight jeans are back on, like she didn’t test your patience wearing it. That’s your first observation. 

Maintaining your strict, authoritarian inflection, you reply, “Take those stupid clothes off.”

She trembles as your ironclad voice sends tingles down her spine, but this doesn’t excuse her from complying right away. Yuri lifts her red, sleeveless crop top over head, exposing her perky cleavage behind a black bra, giving you a nice view of her well-endowed breasts. The jeans that plagued and taunted you for hours swiftly come off shortly after, leaving her in just color matching dark lingerie and underwear. 

You despised how Yuri wore very showy and skimpy clothing whenever you’re out together, but it also made undressing her much sexier.

Yuri continues to fidget uncontrollably right before you, but even more so when you steadily approach her. Your stare wanders all over her exposed body, providing your eyes with a much needed visual treat. Walking right beside her to scan her back, you continue to examine her thoroughly like a patient. To you, she was in need of a cure of her annoying, frustrating, borderline inexcusable behavior.

Whispering in her ear, you command, “Bed.”

Without hesitation, she immediately turns around to dive onto your mattress. She knows she’s in deep trouble and any more mistakes on her part would signal more severe, damning punishment. 

As she tries to get comfortable on your mattress, you join her in her nakedness, ridding yourself of your own clothes and leaving them in an easily forgettable pile. Taking your boxers and belt from the heap, you loom over her as she sits in the middle of the bed. She meets your stare with hers. Frightened by your intimidating gaze, tears begin to form on her eyes. Your glare is so magnetic that she can’t even look away and notice your raging erection down below, already throbbing and leaking precum.

“I’m so done with you, Yuri,” you say to her. “Or should I say, fucking brat.”

She gulps her throat as her dignity grows smaller and smaller with each passing second. She never once thought that you had limits too, and that she’s broken said limits with her little stunt.

“Close your eyes.” You hiss at her, to which she immediately complies. “Now lie down.”

If there’s anything you can take from this, it’s that Yuri can be a good listener, but only when she wants to be. Of course, she’d often act rebellious and throw some snide remarks or outright refuse to heed your command, but not here—not when you have a dead serious attitude toward her.

With Yuri splayed out on your bed, you’ve never felt more compelled to ravage and ruin her immediately. However, that would be no fun if you got on with the act right away. So you intend to weaken her will even further first. 

Gently gather her arms together at the center of her waist, then bind her wrists tightly with your belt, preventing any hand movement. Afterward, you put on your boxers over her shiny, sheened face. The wafting scent of your cum, which has partially stained your briefs, causes Yuri to go crazy almost immediately.

“Mmph! Mwaagh! Hnnggh!” 

Yuri is reduced to nothing but muffled whines with resistance to the smell of your wet cock. She tries to pull her hands apart, but to no avail thanks to your tightly wrapped makeshift cuffs. She’s never been in a more vulnerable, weak position than ever before.

“Fucking hell, Yuri. I’m really sick of you being a complete and utter tease,” you comment as she helplessly struggles to free herself from your binds. For the first time since you’ve been home, your tone shifts from cold to casual. She can hear you over her own restrained whimpers as your boxers don’t cover her ears.

While she squirms and wriggles about on your bed, you look through the drawers beside the mattress to grab a pair of particular items. Then, you return to the center of the bed as her legs flail around freely while the rest of her light frame is limited to their makeshift restraints. Quietly hopping on the bed to join her, you begin to spread her legs apart as Yuri grows wilder with lust, trembling and shaking with need.

Yuri doesn’t know exactly where you are, nor does she know what you will do. She also doesn’t know what hits her when she suddenly shrieks as her body courses with pleasure engulfing all five of her senses. 

Peeling her underwear off partially to reveal her clean bush and open pussy, you then insert the dildo you retrieved into her dripping hole. Normally, this item would never see the light of day, but for once, it finally finds some relevance inside Jo Yuri. Even though it’s not the real thing, she grunts and whines as if you were actually pumping in her, which you technically are. 

Yuri vibrates and rocks even more as your hand studiously works to rub the toy in and out of her cunt. You hiss, grunt, and clench your teeth, trying to sell a make believe act. Her breasts bounce and jiggle behind her cleavage—an almost perfect sight if not for the lingerie holding them back. So while she’s completely drowning under your essence and euphoria, you lift her from the bed at a certain angle, then you unhook her bra and slip it off her. 

Not just the bra, you realize, but the underwear needs to come off too. Both garments are tossed off the bed after being problematic eyesores for so long.

Yuri still doesn’t have a clue that you’re merely using a toy to pleasure her, but with how she reacts and how there’s a puddle of slick on the sheets around her pussy, she might as well have been taking cock from you. 

For a moment, you contemplate whether or not you want to fill her up with the real thing.Then you ultimately decide not to, at least not yet.

Returning to her widely spread, trembling legs, you continue to piston the soaked dildo inside her, pumping her faster and faster. Yuri is powerless as she continues to scream into your muffled boxers, unable to do anything to defend herself from such overwhelming sensory overload. You continue to moan along as a way to tease her in retaliation for what she’s been doing to you repeatedly, giving her a taste of her own medicine. 

As the pool of wet juices spreads lower and lower on the bed, you relentlessly assault every fiber of Yuri with nothing but your essence, allowing no breathing room as you switch between thrusting the rubber inside her drenched cunt and brushing it against her sensitive, messy slit. Even though it’s only been around less than ten minutes, you’ve finished your fair share of mucking about. Time to give her what she really wants.

You then remove your boxers off her head, expecting her eyes to open. They don’t. She’s too weak and inundated by bodily pleasure to move a muscle after you finish toying her. Hovering over her deflated head as she tries to gather oxygen for her lungs, you line your hard shaft over her mouth slowly, positioning your body inverted against hers, until your cockhead protrudes her soft, pink lips, making you gasp with surprise. 

With your head between her legs, you dive tongue first into her tunnel while your cock begins to bounce up and down her throat. Yuri’s moans are quieter and constrained as you suffocate her with dick, thrusting and spearing until your base hits her lips. Meanwhile, you lift her thighs over your arms as you lick and swirl her sore nub, pleasuring her sensitive spots. She continues to provide very little in terms of defiance, her hands still firmly bound to your belt and her strength completely depleted by sensory pleasure. 

In the end, this is what she wanted, right?

Regardless of how she feels, you maintain a steadfast pace, both in eating her out as well as slamming your shaft in her mouth. The bed rocks along with your hasty, frantic movement as you can feel that tight knot in your chest grow with every thrust. What little saliva she has left coats your cockhead and half of your dick as Yuri remains motionless and practically unresponsive to you. 

It ultimately doesn’t matter as you continue to relish in her weakness, lapping up more of her slick as it gushes onto you and you meet a timely climax.

“Gonna fucking cum.” 

Your end goes completely unheard and unnoticed as you orgasm deep in her mouth. Ropes of thick, warm seed flush down her throat as your legs quiver and tremble on the edges of the bed, while you stick your dick deep in her gullet so as to not let a single fleck of semen go to waste. 

When you finally come down from your peak, you withdraw your cock, coated in her saliva, from her mouth with a sloppy plop. Yuri remains completely flat on the bed, her chest breathing heavily while the rest of her body shudders from the continuous surge of ecstasy. Allowing her some time to recover, you hop off the mattress, then reposition yourself back in, hovering over her splayed, tired, but beautiful figure. Even in her limp state, she looks so gorgeous, innocent, and uncharacteristically pure. 

Brushing off her messy, long hair away on her partially stained face, you check if Yuri’s fallen unconscious. She’s been soundless since you’ve begun messing around with her. It takes a few moments, but she eventually opens an eye, allowing you to breathe a sigh of relief. 

“Mngh, daddy.” Amazingly, she manages to mutter a gentle word out too. For a moment you thought you’d done enough to shut her up, but it appears that you’ve not done enough.

“How’s my bratty slut doing?” you huskily whisper into her ear, just enough to send chills down her spine. “If I knew a little cock down your throat was all that was needed to shut you up, I’d have left you completely mute.”

“You fuck me so well, daddy.” Yuri’s hands caress your shoulders up and down. “I’ve really been a bad girl, and I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t wear you down.”

The game did not wear you down at all. In actuality, it’s Yuri’s antics that drain you, and you know full well a sweet little apology won’t cut it—not this time.

As if reading your mind, she begs, “Punish me, daddy. I don’t deserve your cum anywhere inside me.”

That would usually be how you’d discipline Yuri—by not letting her get what she wants. Thankfully, you have other plans in mind, with one in particular forming since you rushed onto that court.

Without a verbal response, you tenderly kiss her chin, then down her neck, the center of her chest, her belly, until you reach her moist crotch, eliciting a quiet, airy moan out of her. Then, cock in hand, you line your stiffening shaft against her slit as Yuri lightly squirms and convulses, still visibly spent and affected from your dildo. 

Three minutes was far too generous already.

And so, with a grunt, you ease yourself into her tight walls as they immediately pulsate and suffocate your shaft. Even with the presence of phallic rubber shoved in her beforehand, she still feels so warm, hot, and heavenly to the senses. After savoring the brief blissful wave of her cunt, you tuck her legs around your waist in a lock, and finally fill her with the real thing. 

This time, you’re determined to finish the job at hand. You give both you and her very little space or air, thrusting in her as deep as you can, as fast as you can. Comfort was last place in your priority bracket, instead all your energy is spent on your primary goal: to leave a complete ruin. Yuri is once again reduced to nothing but a powerless, jerky flesh toy, with her only functioning part being a mouth that continually whimpers and moans with each frenetic pump. 

Your eyes laser in on her bouncy breasts, prompting one of your hands to grab and press her thick mound. Leaving your hips on autopilot, you lean down on her as you continue to fuck her senseless, gasping and sighing with pleasure as you intend to end Yuri once and for all. 

“I bet you were thinking of having all their dicks fill your every hole, right?” you rasp in her ear. 

She whines and quivers, but doesn’t provide you a proper answer. 

After kissing the side of her nape, leaving your tongue and teeth’s signatures on her skin, you bounce back to her ear. 

“I bet you didn’t want Yena to know about this—about our secret, because you know deep down in your heart that she’d be a better cockslut than you. That’s why you ran when I asked about her, right?”

She remains unresponsive beyond moans as your chilly breath gives her shudders. Your dick is still hard at work pounding her, slowing down in tempo as soon as you begin to interrogate her, but still plunges deep inside her womb nonetheless.`

You proceed to peck, caress, and fondle parts of her sweaty, sexy body as Yuri takes every inch of you without any rebuttal. Licking and taking a whole breast into your mouth makes her cry out a sudden shriek—the loudest she’s been in hours. Other tit firmly in the grasp of your palm, you send a message that tells her you’re the only one for her. 

“Slut,” you hiss against her chest before pulling yourself away. “You really want this cock or what?”

Yuri’s still incapable of producing a sound more than an erotic whine. Her legs twitch and dangle as you continue to hammer away at her warm, gooey pussy, your second climax rapidly approaching. 

“Mmrpghh.”

“What’s that? Can’t hear you, babe.” You reply tauntingly as you quicken your thrusts again. 

“Dddnghh.” 

You can see her lips shift around to form the words she wants to say, but she’s deafened out by the bed’s steady creaking and wet flesh slapping. 

“D-d-d-daddy,” she mumbles very faintly. She’s barely hanging on, unable to move a muscle, yet she still feels just as needy as ever. “F-f-finish—aaaggghhh!”

Before she gets to complete what she wants to say, her next climax gets the best of her, leaving her a mewling, wanton mess—yet that one word is all that’s needed for you to form the pieces together. 

Through her orgasmic surge, with your cock freshly coated with another gushing wave of slick, you steadfastly pound and drill your way to your own end. As you feel yourself fly over the edge, using whatever willpower you have left, you remember your promise from before. So, right as you plunge deep into her womb once more, inches from crossing that invisible line, you quickly withdraw from her ruined hole as she cries out in shock, then you fire away. Using her belly as your canvas, you pump thick, viscous shots of semen on her glistening, sweaty flesh. You groan in steadily-increasing volume with each quick but intense throb, controlling your shaft with your hand so as to not let a single fleck drop anywhere other than her skin. Most of her chest, stomach, and even up to her collarbones and neck—every part of her, you fill with your mark, your essence, you.

A quick look at the windows and it’s still broad daylight. Bouncing off her leg lock around your waist, you waste no time to harden your shaft again. From behind, between her chest, and between her legs, the rest of the afternoon passes by without a second thought as you repeatedly take her in almost every position imaginable until your body completely gives in. By sunset, she’s on her backside, completely unconscious and fast asleep, while you lay beside her, eyes aimlessly staring at the ceiling and your lungs heavily spent, gathering much needed air. 

At the end of it all, everything but the pillows is completely soiled in wet juices and sweat, the smell of endless sex emanates throughout the room, and Yuri’s whole body is painted entirely with your seed, except for one thing: her pussy. 

She doesn’t deserve your cum inside her after all; it’s what she said and wanted, anyway.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

(A/N: I was working on another thing (perhaps you’ll see that next after this) until I hit a roadblock. Then I realized Jo Yuri was having a comeback. Combine that with those music video teasers and ultimately the video itself, and I knew that I had to do something with her again. Sure enough, Seen Through Glass is considered one of my best pieces, so it was difficult to figure out where to take things from there, but Yuri made things a lot easier. Thank you for reading!)

Awards after-party affair (Itzy Yuna)

Like a ringing bell at the top of the hour, the signal is loud, instant, and right on time. One eager attendee catches the first van roll onto the red carpet entrance. He makes the call like it’s routine, alerting everyone else for an invasion—a visual attack is about to happen. 

“They’re here!” 

You’re no different from the rest of this eager crowd. You stop whatever you’re doing—in this case, fiddling with your handheld camera—to redirect your gaze in the same direction as everyone else. Despite how little in common you share with these people, you’re all in perfect sync, like this has all been practiced and choreographed a thousand times. From the front seats come out two imposing men: one serving as driver and the other as manager/bodyguard. The driver slides open the door. Though they’re only silhouettes, shadows that are unassuming, it’s enough to make the masses scream their lungs out.

See, you’re not a fan. To you, you’re only doing a job. It pays remarkably well and creates jealousy to anyone whenever you bring it up in conversation. At this point though, you’re completely callous to the experience and share the same amount of displeasure as an average joe working a 9-to-5. The ordeal of covering numerous award shows, red carpets, and press junkets from week to week—sometimes two events in a single day—serve as more of an endless assault on your senses and test of patience with everyone, and this is no different. Sure, it’s a rare privilege to meet all kinds of larger than life stars, but dealing with their bitchy PR managers is a whole other affair.

It’s late in the afternoon, the sun at its apex right before descent, without a single cloud in sight, and you’re fucking dying of dehydration. It doesn’t help that there’s cafes perched on nearly every corner you look, and an iced drink never looked so mouthwatering. Even if you wanted a teeny-tiny sip, you can’t. You have no power to, because as trivial as it is compared to other events you’ve attended, everything’s on the line. Your editors need the scoop to regurgitate the same old content produced by almost every other media outlet patiently waiting in line, too. 

The truth is: it’s always been the same old same old since day one. Really, there’s little that crosses the line from both the interviewer and interviewee. It’s always the safest option, the cleanest question. Nothing goes beyond that; no one’s willing to step beyond that arbitrary boundary, even if it’s to spice up the headlines once in a while. No wonder your publication, along with many others, resorts to shady gossip and misleading articles with poor, if not any supporting evidence.

Still, you’re already there, and there’s nothing to lose in the long term—except a few hours of your time. 

One by one, both actors and idols alike hop off their black vans, wave to the crowd, speak to a few junkets in line, then head inside. Extra time willing, they take a couple of pictures with the screaming audience or some lucky fan. The entire process moves by in a robotic and formulaic way, it reinforces the negative stereotypes critics have about the industry—and you’re quietly one of those detractors. Nevertheless, you put aside your personal judgment, and follow along, the several dozens of photos you’ve taken of every star on the carpet as proof of your professionalism. 

The endless stream of appearances from both small and big names continue for at least another hour. Celebrity vans line up bumper-to-bumper to continue dropping more off; it might as well be a delivery store of people’s dreams. Out comes the next anticipated set of stars, another indistinguishable five-member girl group, all dressed in black. Your trigger fingers take as much as they can, as fast they can. The end result is several individual and group shots added to your camera roll, probably some of your best so far, as they are conveniently positioned right in front of you—at the center of your lens—compared to almost everyone else. Take another look at a few of the pictures you took, and you notice they’re staring right at you. 

Even as the red carpet wraps up, you don’t really think much of it. Inside, you’re called backstage, along with your fellow media representatives, where it’s basically a rinse and repeat of what happened outside, with longer, more forgiving intervals. At least you can finally rest your tired legs, and unlike the red carpet, where it’s a nonstop barrage of action, commercials actually give you, and the other journalists by extension, more room to breathe—the only positive ads will ever have for humanity.

Similarly, winners line up backstage after claiming their trophy and giving their typical, routine speech. Arriving at a room filled with nothing but media, they answer a different but familiar set of sanitary questions, then go back to their seats. The pacing difference between awards proper and red carpet is night and day, like hitting traffic at rush hour. Most of the time, everyone’s eyes are glued to the widescreen television while the show plays out, and it’s no different from a viewer watching at home. The energy inside the cramped room is laid back and relaxed; at times you forget you’re at an awards ceremony and not your local bar.

Really, it’s only the celebrities themselves who are in a hurry, speaking to the press like they’re rapping, tapping their feet like they haven’t stopped dancing, clear in their intention to leave in a hurry, which is the most relatable they can be with their audience. Most winners appear only once, with a few exceptions. The seven boys you see almost everywhere in Korea, even more so globally—make the most frequent returns, even closing out as the recipient of the grand prize, and their exit means everyone in the media is done for the night, too.

You should be going home by now. It’s getting late, and you’re practically done, except not really. As is tradition, there’s always a few afterparties being thrown around in celebration, and to your annoyance, you have to attend one. To make things worse, you’re not there to have fun and get wasted—not in the slightest. You’re there to take some more photos and get additional quotes, according to your superiors’ orders. There’s no added incentive or bonus in return for a few more hours of your time that could have been spent in more productive activities or resting for the next day, but you still power on because your job is never truly stable. One missed opportunity, one stolen scoop, and next thing you know, you’re being shown the door.

The lounge you end up going to might as well be a goddamn rave. Flashing lights, bodies crowding up the dance floor, deafening bass-boosted music blasting through the many speakers—it’s the most torturous parts of the job crammed into one colorful, insufferable hellhole. It’s less of a place where celebrities hang out and more of a grimy hangout where needy, desperate mad men and women look to get fucked. Before entering, you check the address and location on your phone. Perhaps there’s been a mistake, and you were given incorrect information. Nope. The text you receive from your supervisor reconfirms the location. Inside, you also find a few other journalists suffocating under the same toxic air like you. 

Squeezing between drunk bodies, mindlessly dancing like there’s no tomorrow, you sneak to the spacious bar, a temporary reprieve from the ear-splitting, soul-crushing madness. Whipping out several paper bills from your pocket, you slide them forward on the counter, mumbling to the barista your desired drink. At this point, you’d take anything, as long as it makes the rest of the night bearable.

“I’ll take two of what he’s having.” A feminine voice interjects, more bills than yours twirled between her fingertips, and the barista accepts her payment instead, overturning yours and sliding your money back.

From the blurred reflection on the counter, you swing your gaze to the right. A cute, young woman in a black, slinky dress takes the unoccupied seat beside you, flashes you an eye smile and cheeky grin back. 

“Sup,” she says, casually, like you’re two friends hanging out together. “Didn’t expect you to show up here as well.”

“Wait.” With furrowed brows, you point a finger at her. She looks awfully familiar, but you can’t really tell her apart from the countless well dressed people you’ve been seeing for hours on end. “Aren’t you from—”

“Oh? You interviewed me earlier!” 

Her answer doesn’t provide a single hint or narrows down who. You’ve taken countless pictures of different girl groups, and your lack of investment towards any of them means they’re basically indistinguishable in your eyes. Still, she looks young enough to be a member from one of the more junior groups. 

“Yeah, none of this is adding up.”

“Yuna? Shin Yuna? Does that name ring a bell to you?”

“Oh, of course it does!” Her name rings a few bells, but still, you’re not confident enough to confirm, and it shows in your tone. “Itzy, right?”

She nods positively, brimming with joy at the mention of her group’s name. “Yep yep!”

“Well, congrats on the award again,” you reply, reaching out your hand as a friendly gesture. You don’t really remember what award her group won or how many trophies they won, nor do you have the willpower to care, but a little kindness goes a long way. “You had a great performance as well.”

“Thanks!” Smiling toothily, Yuna bows while reciprocating your motion, meeting halfway for a respectful handshake. Her grip tightens for a brief moment before quickly pulling back. “I appreciate your comment.”

Timely. The barista returns to you with two drinks you forgot you ordered. She takes them both, hands you one, and you both raise your glasses to the sky before clinking them together. 

“Cheers.”

With hearty spirits, you take a little sip from your drink, while Yuna downs a quarter of her beverage.  The sweet taste elicits a cheery, wide smile on her lips, compels her to down more. After only the second swig, half of her drink is gone. Both of you can’t be more different when it comes to enjoying alcohol; you’re one to ease into it slowly, while she rushes into the feeling. Then you take note of the fact that she looks quite young—she’s the youngest of her group, in fact—having just come of age, and drinking appears to be a fresh concept to her. No wonder she looks so enthusiastic and pumped about indulging liquor.

“So,” Yuna places her glass on the counter with an audible thud and peeps you with comically wide, childlike eyes. “What brings you here?”

“Not much,” you say, casually, as you stare at the stainless glass and the yellow liquid contained within. Its bubbliness fascinates you, captures your scrutiny like it’s the most interesting thing around, like a work of art in an exhibit. “I should be the one interviewing you, and to get some more information.”

“Information about what?” 

“I don’t know. Something to fill up the paper, I guess.” You inch the drink closer to you, inspecting it from top to bottom like some type of rare artifact—something to occupy your idle, bored mind. 

“You make it sound like you’re spying on us,” retorts Yuna, playfully resting her chin against her clenched fist leaning on the table. Her eyes take a cursory look, examining you from head-to-toe, finding something around your chest that intrigues her. “I mean, good try though.”

“It’s not that kind of information,” you reply, aware that it’s spoken with hyperbole, but still, there’s a difference between safe, journalistic reporting and straight-up criminal stalking. 

“You’re really terrible at this tabloid job, you know?” mocks Yuna, poking her finger at the camera partially hidden behind your coat. On her lips is a cocky, teasing smirk, with the clear intent to toy with you. She’s leaning closer, eager to watch your expressions crumble little by little. “It’s like you’re begging for information.”

If only she weren’t so cute and innocent in how she goes about it, you’d probably wave the white flag, give up halfway, and profess—or straight up leave.

“And is that supposed to dissuade me?” says you, flatly, completely unbothered. Your eyes make contact with hers, staring at her with a piercing leer. Instead of being intimidated, her smile widens, and her shiny teeth are blinding; she knows she’s caught you under her trap, slowly pulling on your most sensitive strings, and her words have a subtle effect on you. 

“If it could, yes,” replies Yuna, peering through your gaze with widening eyes, looking at you with heightened intrigue, unfazed by your shallow threat. “But since you’re so determined and stubborn to get some information for that shitty paper of yours, I’ll let you in on a little secret.”

“Do tell.” 

Suddenly, she tears her gape away from you, turns her head left and right for any crossing sign, then back at you with a wider, suspicious smirk. “Not here.”

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You expected her to take you to a peaceful location, like the back rooms or one of the many uninhabited private booths. For someone like her, a K-pop idol, surely there’s a van waiting for her outside, ready to depart on call. 

A bathroom stall was far from it.

The moment she stood up, walked away, then looked back with a different, expressive glance, that was an open invitation for you. Forget about the fact that she’s an idol and a celebrity first; in those caramel eyes was a glance that was forbidding and scandalous, but alluring enough to draw you in without a moment of hesitation. Not once you questioned where she was leading you. You trailed closely behind, drinking in the young starlet’s hourglass figure, perfectly shaped for a skintight dress that made her stand out from everyone in the crowd. With such dreamlike beauty walking in a sea of commoners, you thought all eyes would be on her, as usual, but the opposite happened—it was you who became hypnotized by her.

Eventually, you both sneak past everyone, which proves to be relatively trivial, locking yourselves together inside an empty bathroom secluded on the club’s second floor. Yuna looks around the spacious restroom for possible occupants, only to find every one of the five available stalls completely unoccupied. Despite how hidden you are from the rest of the party, the music echoes loud enough to pass through the walls.

“Perfect,” she says, taking another scope then to the widescreen mirror, possibly referring to the setting, and to herself. She looks at her reflection with a confident, proud grin, and your suspicion is proven correct. “I’m pretty sure you know where this is going, right?”

“Mhmm,” you reply, nodding. Two people, alone in a bathroom. You know damn well what’s about to happen.

This isn’t the first time a star has offered themselves to you behind closed doors. It’s an industry secret, but open news shared among most publications and certain names that get around. It’s these private affairs where most of the money comes from. Each incident generates revenue in exchange for keeping such filthy secrets classified and hidden. Can’t say you’re clean or innocent in the issue; you’ve had a few experiences with some of Korea’s biggest film stars in exchange for money too, but this is your first time with a K-pop idol, and they say they’re the ones who are deepest in the circle.

“Good, I guess I don’t have to tell you how fucking horny I am,” says Yuna, casual in her delivery of such shocking filth. “And the rumors are true,” she continues, flashing you a flirtatious wink. Her fingers play with the straps holding her dress together, dragging them along her shoulders.

“That you’re a slut?” 

“We’re all sluts, baby,” she replies, approaching you with a seductive gaze that can render anyone paralyzed, and you’re no exception. With a cute, fresh face like hers, It’s unbelievable and quite frankly dumbfounding how leisurely she says it, like it’s the norm for everyone in her profession—and it’s sufficient evidence to prove that case. Then again, she’s still a teen, and you’re on the edge of a really dangerous line. Sure, having sexual favors with anyone in the entertaiment industry is already a line crossed, but this is a whole layer below with far more grave implications, and here she comes, forcefully dragging you far beyond the point of no return. Really, with your line of work, this was bound to happen eventually, but you never expected it to come from such an unexpected person—a Korean idol, your least favorite kind of celebrity.

But this is the moment where all of that changes.

“Still have some battery left in that camera, right?” Yuna points at the handheld camera dangling freely on your chest again. “Go and take some.”

You incorrectly predicted her to jump right into the action, but you’re not bothered in the slightest. You were already taking a gallery’s worth of mental pictures of her sexy body, made hotter by her deliberate, seductive teasing, but having a physical reference for future personal use is helpful too. 

So you pull the camera from its strap to take photos of the frisky maknae while she does many poses for you. Even behind a lens, her beauty is so ethereal, it doesn’t compare in the slightest to looking at her with the naked eye. She exudes a perfect balance of cute and sultry, a trait you’ve rarely seen among the many actors and actresses you’ve met before. Perhaps this is the greatest strength of an idol, and you’re left wanting more. 

Yuna then approaches you, occupied taking as many pictures you can of the idol, running your remaining memory dry. She drops to her knees, looks at you with those wide, inviting eyes, and her fingers wrap around the edges of your pants.

“Don’t stop,” she says, pouting her lips upward, in the direction of your camera to emphasize her command, and you know you can’t do otherwise. Photography isn’t in your skill set, yet she trusts you with her life—her career—and there’s pressure beginning to amount in your head. Surely she’s not that desperate to the point where she’s asking a random journalist to get her quick fill of excitement.

The spark in her eyes, the determination on her brows, and the carefree smile on her lips—this isn’t her first rodeo, and it certainly won’t be her last. 

Yuna turns her attention away from your curious, troubled gaze to your pants, unzipping the hindering garment down while you continue capturing every still, every frame of the young woman in such a vulnerable, lewd position. These photos would spell disaster should they ever leak out of this room, and it’s even more dangerous when it’s a young group, a rising name who has a stake on the global stage. Even so, you continue snapping photos at her request, fingers pretty much playing a single repeating key on the trigger, you might as well have glued your index to the button.

“I knew it,” she murmurs, the erect tent on your groin area poking into view. Seconds later, your boxers join your pants on the floor, springs your cock free from its clothed prison. “I’m gonna have a lot of fun tonight. I don’t know what the other girls are doing, but they’ll regret not being here. It’s fine, I don’t feel like sharing this.”

With your hard cock next to the pretty, demure idol, your involvement can’t be any more obvious. Yuna immediately notices the sudden quietness of the camera, so she looks up at you again, notes your flushed cheeks, the little beads of sweat forming on your head, and giggles. 

“Really now?” she says, lifting a puzzled eyebrow, fingers slowly gripping around your shaft. You try to resist, show a little opposition, but it’s superficial; before long, you can’t hold in the jolt of pleasure coursing through your nerves and utter a low, muffled moan. “You’re perfectly fine with taking sensitive pictures of me, but you’ll say no to this? You’ve said it yourself. I’m a slut—a slut for good cock.”

Her soft, dainty tongue latches onto your tip, rendering you more speechless. Can’t say she’s wrong, and telling her otherwise would make you look worse. Bodily ecstasy makes your senses go haywire; your hands struggle to hold the camera, but you manage to save all that important material with one hand and let the other wander down to caress and stroke her long, auburn hair. Your eyes flutter shut, unable to take in the sight of Yuna kissing and pumping your cock, and the knot in your tongue loosens, releasing delicate, breathy moan after moan.

It’s clear that Yuna’s done this before, experienced with the art of sexual pleasure, like it’s her primary line of profession, and she knows all the tricks and weaknesses to get to the core of any man or woman. At this point, you’ve practically neglected her demand, but the soft, intimate kissing sounds she makes as she revels in your cock give you a solid reference point to take more mental pictures of her. The camera in your grasp has been set aside on the sink. Both of your hands grip on the young woman’s brown locks, straddling a line between gentle and assertive as she gradually takes your length into her mouth.

“F-fuck, Yuna—” you mutter, having difficulty to formulate words, forcing your brain to resort to moans and grunts like a baby.

She doesn’t react or budge in the slightest; she only works harder and harder. The idol remains steadfast, filling her mouth up to your base, generously coating your shaft with her saliva. Her fingers dig into your thighs, pressing you harshly against the sink as your moan turns into an echoed groan. The quick burst of pain you feel is overtaken by the continuous pleasure flowing throughout your veins, like sexual indulgence is the only thing your body understands. 

You try to fight your overwhelmed senses, hoping to catch even a tiny glimpse of the beautiful woman giving you the best blowjob in the world, and it proves to be an intense struggle. Not once are you cognizant about tossing the idol’s head back and forth, even with the audible, echoey plop plop sounds raising several warning flags saying you’re too aggressive. Eventually, you manage to lift one eye open to see Yuna, completely immersed in her own pleasure, diligently sucking your cock while mixes of drool and precum splatter on her chin, her collarbones, and down to her black dress, leaving even more apparent hints for everyone to see.

In the end, it’s only you who gets to look at the different, ruined side of Yuna. Here’s a popular star, larger than life in the eyes of many, down on her knees, subservient to the most human and primal urges, just like anyone else. A wave of cum gushes into her mouth right as she releases your cock like spilled milk. Your burst of seed waterfalls, filling her chin and her dress with a dirty, sticky coat of white. Her eyes pop open, surprised at how filthy she looks, and how early she made you cum.

“Oh God,” says Yuna, pressing a hand on her glistening chin, then to her dress top. Gooey strings connect her fingers and the expensive, messed up fabric. “I made you cum early didn’t I?”

You’re catching heavy breaths, looking up at the ceiling, staring at the blinding lights like you’re seeing heaven. You might as well be; she ripped your soul out of your body with only her tongue.

“Shit, Yuna, I—”

Returning to her mischievous ways, her laughter echoes throughout the bathroom, poking fun at your overwhelmed state, like it’s the first time you’ve had sex. She’s proud of herself for making you cum with a mere blowjob, and she flicks her digits to coat them with more of your seed as her reward. Lapping them up into a sizable sample, she takes her fingers into her mouth for a taste.

“Yeah.” She rises to your level, licks her fingers clean, decorates her pink lips with your seed with a wide, charming, cheeky grin. Your marks are prominent on the grooves of her lips. “You’re so yummy.”

Lowering your gaze back down to earth, you finally see the ravaged mess you’ve done to Yuna. Spurts of white on her face, neck, and many puddles that have stained her dress. Seeing the utter disbelief in your expressions, she plays into the naughtiness by pressing her cum stained fingers on her inviting, visible cleavage.

With a free hand snaking down to your crotch, she pumps you back to hardness, holding a steady gaze of lust with you, the fire in her loins freshly renewed. “I know you want more. I want more.” Her other hand reaches to one strap, pulls it further down her arm, then does the same with the remaining cord, freely exposing her sizable breasts, drawing your eyes toward her chest. It’s difficult to look away, especially when someone like her knows how to captivate with a face like hers, natural with how expressive she is, only because she allowed you to stare elsewhere.

You gasp and sigh under the tight duress Yuna puts on your groin, giving her more confidence and a stronger hold on you. Grasp her bare shoulder with one hand, wander around her waist with the other, carefully crossing the lines of fabric and skin until you reach her surprisingly round ass. Her features slowly melt and eyes widen as she leans her face close, breath tensing up in anticipation, lips repressing her groan, practically whispering to you, “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

Yuna’s eyes pop out, caught unawares as you take her body and flip your positions around. She’s now pressed against the bathroom sink with you assuming control. Her hands hold onto your shoulders, still fixated to your eyes like she sees stars within them. With the strength of your hand gripped to her ass, you lift her up partially so that her feet no longer touch the ground, and her legs slowly part, giving you an opening. Your other hand ruffles through her short skirt, digs into her tunnel, and she winces.

“Oh, fuck—” Her nails dig into the fabric of your shirt as you feel a slick, wet sensation on your fingers. Her features are so expressive, they’re best actress worthy. She shudders, teeth gritting intensely as you withdraw your digits. In an instant, her calm, confident attitude fades at your slightest touch, and she grows impatient and desperate. “Give me your cock now! I need you to fill me—”

You capture her lips in a passionate, fervid kiss, shutting her up as a distraction while you line your erect cock between her sopping cunt. She whines into the smooch, tries to break away, but you pull her in, let your tip run up and down around her wet entrance, and she hums musically. In turn, she pushes you as close to her as humanly possible; you might as well be practically inside her. Her lips curl into a frown as she pushes her dress further down, bunching it with the bottom of her skirt, her now naked, sweaty midriff pressed against your shirt.

Drawing your face away from hers, you take a second to admire the spry starlet, once dolled up to near perfection, now as filthy and human as the typical clubgoer. She doesn’t reciprocate your adoring gaze, annoyed at the small amount of time wasted, when that time could have been spent already impaling yourself deep inside her. It’s not like you’ve spent the whole day salivating and taking pictures of her.

“Wait.” Avert your eyes from the idol to the camera you’ve forgotten for a moment. She kisses you madly, showering your cheeks with wet, soppy marks filled with lipstick and sticky cum, but it doesn’t faze you in the slightest. You know simple distractions don’t bother you by now. 

Camera pointed at you both, you return your attention to her, finally giving her what she wants without any further delay. With a single smooth stroke, you plunge your cock into her wet pussy, and it flexes right back in a brief move of resistance, but you push deeper into her heat and it takes the breath right out of your lungs. 

“F-f-fuck, Yuna, you’re—tight.”

The spry woman lifts her head back, exposes her smooth, flawless neck, uttering a long, breathy sigh before it turns into a pitched whine. Her nails poke into your nape, clutches deep into your skin, body sliding up and down along with your cock as you acclimate to the suffocating tightness of her cunt. There’s no sense of rhythm or pace in the manner you pound her, only focused on chasing that sensual high, using her model figure as canvas for your pleasure.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, that’s—” Yuna whines with each slam of your hips, slack jawed and drooling, eyes completely shut, enveloped under the gripping force of your cock spearing her tight, sensitive hole. “Your cock feels so—”

Her sentence fades into another series of whimpers and cries of bliss. Seeing her tits bounce and ripple with each rock of her body arouses you, and they draw you in, more than any other part of her. Yuna’s body was an open invitation for you to take, which you gladly do. 

Bury your face between her chest, cupping her soft, creamy flesh within your grasp, then take her taut nipples into your mouth, going back and forth between both breasts, giving them the equal amount of attention they rightfully deserve.

You continue to fuck the maknae into submission, giving the camera a good show, already more entertaining and exciting after only a few minutes than a four-hour-long awards ceremony. The artist is treated way better, and so is the cameraman by being an active participant in the action, dictating the pace the way he sees fit. As it goes, you push yourself quicker and quicker, trying to wrap up the show, plunging deep into her constricting walls, drenching your cock with more of her wet juices. 

The many expressions she makes as you touch her and ruin her are award worthy; they can belong in a fancam reel and it wouldn’t be any more different. Hell, she’s more provocative and intense than her typical routine music performance. Her features curl into almost every emotion a human can experience, from pain and pleasure, evoking a strong, unforgettable image, another mental picture to save in your memories, more detailed than any photograph. 

Then there’s the sound—the music is as loud as ever, blocking out the endless stream of cries she makes. Yuna’s tone is high-pitched, moaning out a blissful song as you stretch her pussy out, with the little flap of wet skin against skin backing her up, and it tickles your ears in all the right spots. 

You slide a finger from her breast to her crotch, feel the surging wetness coat your digit, then lower her to the floor—but only for a moment. While Yuna remains staggered in ecstasy, you turn the woman around, facing the mirror, before you reacquaint your cock inside her drenched cunt, and it’s like you never stopped fucking her. She moans, and moans—and moans.

“You’re so fucking hot, Yuna,” you whisper in her ear. Her back arches as you wreck her from behind. Staring at your reflection, you note your smug expression. For once, you look really good in the mirror, especially with the woman in front of you. 

Her expressions say it all: she likes being fucked. The way her smile briefly flashes before melting between thrusts, she knows her body is built for sex—perfect for a slut like her. Even she can’t help but look proud at how drop dead gorgeous she is, especially in that lewd, erotic position. 

Using her expressive, satisfied face as motivation, you piston quicker and quicker, glancing at the young idol flaunting her many charms off like she’s in front of the cameras, like the bright lights are on her, like an audience is watching her. Your mind is centered on her too; in fact, she’s the only one in your thoughts, with each thrust intended to make her sing, make her perform, make her act. 

“Gonna—gonna—” she cries, hoarsely, barely able to muster up the strength to formulate coherent speech. 

“Cum on my cock Yuna,” you say, whispering in her ear again, pulling on her triggers. “Cum on my cock.”

The words are more than enough to set her off. Yuna’s mouth goes wide, forming an ‘O’ shape, her body going rigid and quaking as she loses control of herself to her bliss. She orgasms; it’s powerful and lengthy, dragging you further into her inescapable whirlpool, and really, it only accelerates your own forthcoming climax, and you fuck her as she rides out her peak, savoring the remaining time you have left before you drown in your own high as well.

“I can feel you throbbing hard for me,” she says, completely washed over by her own dwindling orgasm. “Cum in me. Cum for this slut. Don’t ever think about pulling out of this wet pussy meant for you!”

Gripping your hands between her dirty chestnut locks, you try to resist a little more, show that you can last longer than she initially thought, but ultimately give in for a second time. On a deep, violent stroke, you make a lengthy, incomprehensible sound that might as well be the relief you feel after holding in that burning sensation in your loins. You release hot spurt after spurt into her pussy, her name dripping from your lips like you’re thanking God for release, and you feel a sticky, gooey tingling on your thighs.

Eventually, your hips wind down along with your orgasm, until they come to a full stop. You rest your head forward, laying on the sink beside her, still embedded inside her. The moans that filled the room fade in the background of the club’s thunderous music, but both of you are oblivious and tired to hear anything except for deep, heavy breaths.

After an uncertain period of time—could have been a few minutes or a few hours, you have a timely day off tomorrow, so it’s the least of importance—you come to your senses first and check on the camera you’ve set on the side. Yuna follows shortly after, washing her hands clean, but it doesn’t cleanse her of her filth.

“So?” she says, trying in vain to look neat. She looks at the camera in your hand while you scan through the reel. “How do I look?”

You present the gallery to her, showing her every single ilicit and raunchy photo you’ve taken of her, until you get to the part where you reveal that you’ve recorded yourselves having sex. It’s crude, it’s pornographic, it’s perfect.

She pouts her lips, gives an approving nod. “We look so good together. I need you to send me these via email.”

“Of course,” you say, nonchalantly—like this is a completely regular exchange—like she’s not an idol and you’re a journalist with an integrity to uphold, but all that’s thrown out the window now. “When I get on my computer tomorrow.”

After you both clean up to the best of your abilities, Yuna gestures at you to wait as she unlocks the bathroom door, then slowly turns the knob. Not once has it knocked and distracted you. Maybe you’ve missed a few, but still, it was probably drowned out by the music and the moaning. As a result, you were left unbothered the entire time, so perhaps Yuna’s plan was foolproof right from the start—

“Hey!” 

Yuna’s eyes grow wide in shock, followed by yours. On the other side of the door are four women waiting, well dressed as she is, who look just as surprised as both of you. 

“Who’s that guy you’re with?” asks the woman with dragon-like eyes, tone expressing disappointment at her member. Her gaze is similar to Yuna’s, studying you from head to toe like she did.

Then they all say in unison, “And why weren’t you sharing him with us?”

Radiance (Kep1er Chaehyun)

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Thank you to @capslocked for beta reading/input.

I swear I didn’t purposefully delay till Christmas. Enjoy!

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“So, how do I look?”

No words are enough to describe how divine she looked—how her body and dress couldn’t complement each other more.

To say she was perfect would be an understatement. She was beyond perfection.

Your attention is drawn away from the phone in your hand, in the middle of taking pictures of the dolled up idol like you’re her model photographer, and her beauty shines more radiantly with the naked eye compared to the camera lens. She’s examining herself in front of the mirror, sizing herself up from head to toe. A risque outfit by industry standards, her long white dress, along with the little jewelry to adorn her, is intricately designed to attract every eye on her when she comes face to face with the bright lights of the red carpet—cameras, fans, everyone.

By most accounts, this was a risk—one that was large for a rookie group and idol to take. 

“That’s the look of a winner,” you comment, clicking another photo of the gorgeous idol—your girlfriend—right in front of you. 

“Please,” Chaehyun spins around, has this sarcastic edge in her voice, like your words are nothing but flattery—which they are. She looks down at her chest, adjusting her cleavage to hide those prized assets of hers, but they can’t help but stick out in a sea of perfection. “You know well that’s not true.”

“What?” You lift an eyebrow, confused. “That you’re gorgeous? Of course you are!”

“No, no, silly.” Chaehyun approaches you, each step of her high heels clicking on the marble floor, then she playfully slaps you on the shoulder. “You know damn well we’re not going to win anything tonight, stop puffing me up.”

Admittedly, you knew deep down there was a less than zero percent chance of her group winning any competitive award, especially amongst other rookies. By all statistical accounts, their peers have surpassed them in every category—digitals, sales, views. Still, it doesn’t change the fact that they’ve had a successful debut campaign, and are deserving to be recognized up there with their contemporaries. 

“No, I believe in you guys,” you say, shaking your head. “I’m sure you will have at least one win tonight.”

“Stop joking around. This isn’t funny at all,” grumbles Chaehyun, showing slight contempt with her stern glare. It’s disheartening to hear such defeatism from her, especially with how positive and optimistic she has been throughout the year. Not once have you seen her look dispirited, until now. Nothing breaks your heart as much as seeing her radiant face fade with dejection.

In a perfect world, you wouldn’t have gone out of your way to spend thousands to glam her up and the rest of her members. She could have saved herself all the trouble; feign sickness, stay in this hotel to cuddle with you, and everything would have turned out fine. After all they’ve been through this year, no one would blame her or the group for taking a day—hell, even a week—off. Of course, you didn’t really need to step in for their styling department, but with the way their management has handled their outfits throughout award season, you knew it was time for an intervention.

“I’m sorry, Chae,” you whisper in her ear. “I don’t know, maybe there’s still a chance—”

“Forget about it,” she mumbles, interrupting. “I look so good not to act out like this. I’ll go out there, perform my heart out, and have fun regardless of what happens.” Afterward, she gives you a soft, comforting kiss on the cheek, easing your concerns about her. 

You look her right in the eyes, still conflicted, but ultimately resign your doubts and return her little smile back. The setting may be different, but it’s just another day in the idol life for Chaehyun, one she’s already used to in her short career. “Atta girl.”

Look down at your watch to find that it’s already three in the afternoon. That’s how early the red carpet starts, and they’re expected to be among the first in a long line of star appearances. If it were up to you, you’d take her there yourself, but instead, you’re forced to sit there, alone in your hotel room, while she disappears until around midnight.

“You have to go now,” you call to her, while she’s back in front of the mirror, placing additional makeup on her face. You want to hold her in your room a few minutes more—maybe two hours more—keep that beautiful presence in front of your eyes a bit longer, withhold this secret from the rest of the world if you can, but you can’t, and you’ll have to share her with everyone else.

After putting on her tiny diamond earrings, she returns to you with a wider, casual smile; her transformation to idol form is now complete. She adjusts the bowtie on your suit, tightening it a bit too much to leave you in a temporary chokehold—as if her cuteness and beauty wasn’t already suffocating. 

“You know you’re not coming along, right?” she remarks, giggling and blushing with embarrassment. No one else is around, but she acts like you’ll be watching her over the shoulder, like you’re the voice in her head or her inner subconscious. Her other members are nestled on different floors, intentionally booked by you to avoid letting them see how extra of a person you are. They have zero idea of you two as a couple; you’re like an urban legend to them—a mysterious benefactor who’s secretly helping them from the shadows, when really, you’re only in it for Chaehyun. “Gosh, can you imagine if we stepped out together like this? My career would be over, and you wouldn’t like that, would you?”

“Of course not,” you reply, suppressing a chuckle. Truly, you would break the rules in an instant if there weren’t any dire consequences. “I’m getting you in the mood, you know?”

“Mood, huh?” She gives you a glint of want with her gaze; she knows how you’ve purposefully dressed her in such a provocative way. Planting a kiss on your nose, she adds, “Then how about this: If our group wins, I get to have my way with you tonight.”

“Of course you will win tonight!” 

The lie is completely unconvincing and doesn’t affect her in the slightest.

She leads your palm toward her chest, cupping one of her breasts, slowly melting her perfect form into something malleable, something yours. “Only if we don’t win anything tonight.”

“You will win something tonight, believe me!” you say, panicked and sweating. Your eyes slow to lengthy blinks, relishing the soft sensation of her mounds in your grasp.

“How can you say that when you don’t believe it yourself?” Chaehyun leaves your hand on her tit, giving you a fiery look that almost breaks you. If it were up to you, you’d tear that piece of fabric off and rip through her expensive dress like paper in an instant, but you’re in no position to do so—at least not yet. 

Forcefully removing your hand from her body, she twirls around, then walks away. Opening the door, she looks over her shoulder and says, “See you later tonight, babe.”

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It’s late into the night when the gentle creak of the door snaps you from your drowsy state. You’ve comfortably melted into the couch while you aimlessly scroll through fansite pictures and thousands of tweets about your beautiful idol girlfriend, liking every post on your secret fan account. They can’t stop raving about her dress, how exposed her cleavage is, and how bold it is by their standards. Safe to say the risk paid off in the end.

A gold trophy lands on the coffee table in front of you. At first, you thought it was a hallucination, so you rub your eyes, but the cup remains there at the center, glimmering in the near-dark room. Look around to find Chaehyun standing beside you, still in her internet-breaking red carpet dress, but with her hair frazzled from performing. Had it been anyone else, you would have cried out ghost, but instead, an angel appeared right before you.

“Guess what?” she says, smirking. You both already know the answer and what it entails.

“I said I believed that you would win,” you mutter, sarcastically, somewhat annoyed.

“No you didn’t, silly.” Chaehyun leans down, beaming a wider, smug grin. “You liar. Remember the promise we made earlier?”

“I didn’t promise you anything,” you reply, almost shouting in protest, but without any intention to fight. Even if it was a joke, the way she called you a liar stings. You really didn’t, but there was no escaping her demand, no matter how much you contend, especially after a win like tonight’s. 

“Oh, don’t play with me. You know what’s about to happen next.” 

Chaehyun’s figure is now directly at center view, her cleavage right up in your face before she forcefully smothers you between her chest for a closer look. Your skittish hands latch on to her thick waist as she suffocates you with her boobs—a punishment for your lack of faith, but ultimately a satisfying reward. Now freed of the cameras, and with all the time in the world, the dress that has drawn everyone to her needs to go.

She realizes how much of a hindrance it is, too. So she pulls on the sleeved part of the outfit, exposing her shoulder and one of her breasts as it falls down her perfect, goddess shaped figure. Cradling your head while you strain yourself gathering oxygen between her bosoms, her jaw slacks, and she releases a deep, lewd moan. Her tight hold on you denies you any opportunity to do the undressing—or proper breathing. Nevertheless, you indulge in her creamy flesh, kissing and suckling up her mound and her freed nipple in your mouth.

“Oh God—fuck, that feels so good—” Chaehyun’s lolling, drooling uncontrollably, and her eyes are fluttering, already consumed by her voracious lust, and you haven’t inserted any part of you inside her, at least not yet. You knew how sensitive she was, especially around her chest, and you took advantage of it. Slow and steady wasn’t how she preferred you partook of her; she always wanted you to drink her up, to take her in full, to ravage her. Without the cameras on her, she could finally loosen up and release her pent-up needs.

You continue to consume her tit, leave wet marks all around and over her taut bud, make her flesh as red as the sun. She’s too engrossed in the quick surge of bliss; now she’s clinging to you for support. A string of moans pass through your ear, mixed with the occasional profanity, and it’s a better song than her group’s discography. The sensory pleasures begin to drown you further along, too; you’re close to passing out in her arms and waking up to them. You’re so engaged with her breasts that you ignore that she’s still mostly draped in expensive clothing, slowly piercing through the fabric with hungry, needy nails, and leaving sharp red trails on her skin.

“Wait, wait, wait—” Suddenly snapping from her daze, she suddenly shoves you off her, realizes the tear in her clothes, and how much of an obstruction it is. She grabs her exposed tit, then begins to shed the rest of the dress, letting it free fall down her body. Kicking the useless garment aside with her heels, she stands in front of you in all her naked glory, and you swear your heart is wildly beating through your chest. 

“My God, Chae,” The expression on your face makes it look like you’ve seen something unbelievable, which you have. You’ve seen her bare before, but something about tonight feels so different, feels so special. “You’re so—fuck—”

She doesn’t allow you to finish; instead she puts you back where you belong—between her chest, indulging in her mouthwatering tits. Your fingers dig and squeeze her thick mounds in your clasp. Fuck, if they aren’t the most soft and perfect material you’ve ever held, as if they were only meant for you. Between soft kisses and hungry licks of her rigid bud, you’re worshiping at the altar of her divine figure, and she returns your offering with moans in kind, tugging you as close as she possibly can.

“That’s it, that’s it. You like my tits? You saw all those pics of me in that dress?”

“Fuck—fuck yes I did—” you mumble. Staring up to her pleasure-ridden face, you gasp and take a deep breath, briefly escaping her suffocating hold after your reply. Admittedly, a strange sight when she’s usually the shorter one. “Everyone was talking about you online. You wore it so perfectly.”

Cupping your cheeks, she flashes a gummy smile, a tender one in the midst of the expanding heat. “I have to thank you for it. Too bad it’s ruined now. I really liked it.”

“I was gonna ruin it either way,” you say, rather bluntly. Your cheeks are burning up—likely more from asphyxiation than love. “That dress was gonna end up in ruins, one way or another.”

“Then let me ruin yours then,” she replies, smirking, pushing you against the couch, and her thick, shapely thighs pressed against yours, making it impossible to move. “I wanna ruin you tonight.”

Planting a kiss on your lips, you work together to strip your clothes, one by one. Bowtie, coat, shirt, pants, and boxers make a growing heap on the ground while Chaehyun passionately makes out with you, palming your cheeks with deep conviction, as if unwilling to let you go after being away from her for so long. Eight hours isn’t an eternity, but to her, it was. Your fingers slip between her luscious locks of hair as you slide your tongue into her mouth, motivated by desire just as much as she is.

Her creamy trunks create agonizing friction against your hardening shaft, makes you wet, creates a slick puddle between her legs. Aroused, her thighs acclimate and rub in slow motions against your dick, closing whatever gap remains between you two. Resting her head against yours, she sings streams of moans into your ear; she’s so honey sounding, yet so adorable as you both comfortably sink further into the sofa.

Digging into the soft texture of her curves, your fingers dig into her flesh, all while you slowly thrust between her forelegs, brushing the entrance of her lower lips. What started as a promise to ruin you, the opposite is happening instead. She’s in your arms, with complete freedom to break character after all of the night’s activities, solely dependent on you for relief, which you are more than happy to provide.  

When you try to get off the couch with her in tow, her weight presses you down, seemingly aware of your subtle motions. Her teeth gently nibble on your sensitive neck, and she whimpers, breaking the near silence. “No, baby. Let’s do it here on the couch.”

It was worth a try, but there really was no way out of there and straight to the bedroom. She was exhausted and the neediness in her voice couldn’t be any more obvious—she needed you right away.

Laboriously gasping and grunting into her ear, you continue to cuddle Chaehyun in your clutch, slowly but certainly building more tension in your loins—and your cock. Leaving your climax at the suffocating mercy of her legs, your vision goes dark, gradually closing as the pleasure sinks you deeper. If not for the constant grinding of your wanton bodies against each other, you’d be fast asleep with her by now. It’s tense how her thighs buckle with each passing second and thrust between them, and you’re silently praying for that sweet, satisfying release.

Her fingers caress the back of your skull, an endless loop playing between her lips as she sighs sweetly. You’re stuck in this state for so long, it might as well be a lifetime. The conflict of quickening the pace between her legs challenges your patience; your loins are practically screaming at you to finally give in, but she feels so good, so wet, it turns your brain and thought processes into mush. 

Sneaking your hand past her ass, you slip a finger between her bottom lips. Eliciting a deep moan, you insert a second one, drawing out a second whine. Stimulating her sensitive spot like it’s second nature for you, the heat between her legs builds up rapidly, presenting how desperate and wet she is for you. Her thighs rattle as they grind against your shaft, quickening your impending orgasm ahead of hers.

“Mmm God—” she quietly whines, pinching her hands on your shoulders. As if she couldn’t be any weaker for you, you push all the familiar buttons, hit all the right spots in her clit. It shouldn’t take long before she joins you, knowing how delicate she is.

Your climaxes come one after another in a quiet but hard hitting fashion. Gripping onto each other’s clasp, Chaehyun writhes violently as you spill thick, hot seed between her legs. Even while you hit your peak, you continue to pump between her thighs as your digits undo her. She breathes into your ear, still quivering in near silence as you fondle her with tender, utmost care, kissing her ear softly. 

“Cum for me, baby. Cum for me.”

Perfect timing. Chaehyun gushes like you’ve got her brainwashed. A muffled, wispy moan follows her climax, liberally coating your fingers with wet juices and staining what was clean, quality made fabric with uncleansable slick. The space between your groins is soaked, and though the weight in your loins is fading, the load on you has never been heavier.

Until it wasn’t.

Chaehyun mutters wordless babbles into your shoulder, then she slowly perks up, lifts that weight off your lap, then drops to her knees. For a second, you’d believe she was acting drunk, but she’s wired with pleasure. Her fingers reach between her thick, drenched legs, gathering up the cum you’ve blasted them with. It’s a hot, hypnotizing and arousing sight, watching the usually spry and clean idol play and sheen her body with flecks of your semen. 

If not for your own fatigue, you’d be stroking yourself back to hardness at the lewd scene playing out before you, but she saves you the effort. She grabs your cock by its length, pumping you to another erection with a particularly sultry gaze. One second and she’s transformed into a completely different person.

Your eyes pop wide at the sight—not because she looks sexy (that’s one thing, she always is), but at the tighter, even more asphyxiating sensation of your cock sandwiched between her big bosoms. “My God, Chaehyun—” Your voice cracks, and the immediate burst of pleasure scatters your thoughts and the rest of your sentence. 

Staring up at your bliss-filled face with glazed eyes, she hums delightfully as you grow weak for her. Pressing your dick between her breasts, the combination of your cum mixed with her sweat eases the movement of your shaft in them. 

One stroke up and down and that was all you needed to see. Submitting to her control—for real this time—you slump back on the couch, resting your eyes and spreading your legs wide as Chaehyun pumps your cock between her chest with minimal effort. Each stroke is hot and emphatic, makes your body shudder wildly, better than your dick could do inside her cunt. 

As if you weren’t already drowning in her heat, she darts her tongue out to lick the tip of your shaft, and it shatters whatever parts of you that still remain.

“Oh fuck, Chae—” you rasp and clench your teeth, overwhelmed by a powerful ripple of bliss that you’ve never felt before.

Another taste in her mouth, with an audible slurp of your cock imprinted on her lips. Unknowingly, you’re drooling—and groaning. 

“You like that?” asks Chaehyun, and it’s swooning. “You like how my body feels on your cock?”

“Of course, I do,” you manage between breaths, moaning loudly after she slides her tits again. “So goddamn good, you feel so good, my God—”

“Just relax. Shhh.” She kisses your tip, makes your whole body quiver with heightened excitement. “I promised that I would ruin you tonight. Now let me ruin you tonight.”

Even when she said she’ll ruin you, you know you’ll feel way better coming out of this. So you let yourself go, and allow her to have her way with you. Comfortably settled into the sofa, you gasp and whine, cursing and praising Chaehyun’s name with your lips while she continues to deliver an unbelievable tit job. Brushing her tousled locks aside, her nails dig deep into the skin of your legs, coating your shaft and her breasts with her saliva and kisses.

It didn’t matter how late into the night it was—you were practically humming her name out loud without care for the poor souls who had the unfortunate luck of occupying the rooms around yours. If anything, what was being ruined was their sleep. The warmth around your groin burns hotter as the puddle around her chest grows. Not too fast, nor too slow, she pumps her busts between your cock at the perfect pace to maximize the pleasure surging through every nerve and muscle in your body.

“So good, so good—”  What began as a stream of moans and profanities turns into a continuous string of two words, each delivered with the same level of intensity. “So good, Chae, fuck—”

Meanwhile, Chaehyun quietly watches on, drowning your throbbing cock in a pool of semen, sweat, saliva, and flesh. “Gonna cum again, right? I can feel that you’re close.”

Shaking your head, you deny, knowing that the burning sensation in your loins is close to exploding a second time. A pointless show of resistance, as it takes only a few more pumps to bring you to another collapse.

With your tip peeking out on a particularly deep stroke, you erupt—considerably weaker than the first, but enough to fill her chin and her chest with a deluge of white, hot seed. Tilting your head upward, your jaw slackens while you groan deeply, nails digging into the tattered fabric. When you finish cumming on her, labored breaths follow, making you look more exhausted than she ever was, despite her having the busier schedule.

At the end of the day, she fulfilled what she promised to do—she ruined you.

“Told ya,” teases Chaehyun, tone playful, giggling at the laughable sight of you completely in shambles. Holding you by the wrist, she leads your hand to wrap around her waist. 

When you regain your senses, your eyes take in the sight of Chaehyun standing in front of you, one finger dipped on her cum-stained chest, hypnotized by the fresh coat of paint on her. Even in her filthy state, she still looks so divine. 

Noticing your freshly opened eyes, she follows, “Bed?”

Still recovering from the high, you merely nod, weakly.

“I was thinking, how about we make another bet?” she adds, resting a finger on her chin. You lift a weak eyebrow, intrigued, incapable of formulating a single word. She looks all around the room, searching for a flash of inspiration, until it hits her right in the eye—and her eyes perk up like a lightbulb has appeared above her head.

“I bet if my members don’t call tonight, I’ll let you cum inside me.” From the award on the table, she returns her gaze to you, smirking. “What do you think?”

—————

Maybe if you moan loud enough, then the bet is off.

Much later into the night, early into the next day, the ringing of a phone is mostly ignored by the echo of collective moans, bed creaking, and the sound of wet flesh slapping flesh. You’re both in bed, but not much has changed. Chaehyun remains atop you in full control, riding you vigorously with your hands glued to her hips, distracting you from the deep soreness in your cock with her swaying, glossy breasts. 

“I’m gonna pretend I don’t hear anything,” says Chaehyun, half-teasing and half-seductively, between moans and rocked hips, looking over her shoulder, completely aware of the loud impediment. “I’m gonna make sure the rest of your seed ends up inside my wet pussy, until your balls are completely dried up—or when the sun rises.”

Tell your friends (Ive Yujin & Wonyoung)

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Thank you @capslocked for the input/advice <3

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“What do you think?” asks Yujin, casually, as you’re both walking up the long, winding stairs. A scenario you’re familiar with, but this is completely different from before.

“Of this place?” Your eyes wander around, scope out the surroundings like you’re evaluating real estate. “Eh, it’s fine—I mean, I’ve already been to your place and it’s really nice.”

“First time I’ve heard anyone call this place just fine.” Completely surprised at your reply, her eyes go wide, along with her jaw, as if you’ve said something taboo. “This place is no joke, it makes mine look like an average joe—just like you!”

“Hey.” Offended by her personal taunt, you counter, “At least I’m content with what I have instead of pouring needless amounts of money for this narcissistic shit.” 

She simply laughs off your retort. You’re not even trying. Part of the game is you actually playing along. “Gotta keep the image up, after all.”

“What image? That you’re slutting out every night for a ‘random nobody’ off the street?”

“If I wanted a random nobody off the street, I could have at least gotten someone with a bigger cock,” says Yujin, trying to get under your skin. This kind of banter should render you poisoned with all the toxicity, but you’re almost numb to it at this point. Her words hit hard, because she’s speaking the truth. Anyone else could be in your position right now, and you’re luckier than 99.9% of the people on this planet, because she’s still An Yujin—variety queen, fashion icon, and pop star—after all. “Or maybe someone who’s willing to rip through my clothes when I tell them to—”

“Yeah, I get it. You get new clothes that you’ll use for a week, only to stash them away in the storage.” Might as well put on those imaginary headphones to drown out the noise, but you’ve heard it so many times, your ears simply block out her voice. “You’re rich and famous; I’m a nobody. We get it.”

She shoots you a devilish smirk, complemented by a wink before going ahead. Her flawless body and model strut serve as the perfect hall pass; you’re willing to give every excuse and exemption just to be with her in bed when it’s all said and done.

The huge front doors swing open automatically. The living room alone dwarfs your entire house and makes Yujin’s look miniature in comparison. Collective chatter fills the atmosphere as guests convene everywhere. Not a single space remains unoccupied with at least two people engaged in conversation over drinks. 

Like the visitors at your girlfriend’s party, you have no idea who these people are or what their intentions are. Some of them turn their heads, stare at your direction and greet you hello. They’re not actually meant for you, but for the woman right beside you. To your dismay, she remembers how awkward you are at large gatherings and takes advantage of it. Bumping shoulders, she encourages you to wave back at them. Not the name you want to make for yourself.

So you sneak away from her and escape into the crowd. Passing through different rooms, you eventually run into a familiar face in the entertainment room. The person turns around, meets your gaze in dramatic fashion, and her excitement immediately rises to dangerous levels. 

“Hey! Oh! Were you invited too?” asks the girl, enthusiastically, running toward you.

You vividly recognize her cute face—and her Japanese accent. She was the girl who almost uncovered you twice in a single night.

“Oh God—” You grumble, bothered, silently praying your whisper drowns in the sea of loud gossip. “Oh—hi, Rei.”

“You must really be someone special to be invited to Mistress Jang’s party.” Rei suddenly pulls you by the shoulder to whisper something secretive in your ear, closing any opportunity to escape. “You know this is a blue card invitation, right? Only those deep in her social circle can come here, and her private circle is really, really small. Just so you know, there’s an industry rumor going around that the son of a government official offered millions in a bid to woo her, and she turned him down.”

“O-oh, that’s—cool.” 

Respectfully, what you wanted to say was that you had no interest in the so-called Mistress Jang, or the corrupt children of the officials running the nation with puppet strings. You were only there at Yujin’s insistence, and nothing else. “Surely he must be fuming that Jang—”

“Shhhh.” Rei puts a finger between your lips to quiet you down. She briefly looks left and right, scanning everything and everyone around you. “We call her Mistress Jang, Miss Jang, or Miss Vicky Jang. The title is very important here.”

“What?” For a moment, you thought you had stepped inside the palace of some ancient dynasty, the way titles are held in high regard. “What are you talking about?”

“You don’t know, huh? Are you living under a rock? Miss Jang is one of the biggest names in the country! She’s Korea’s it girl and national princess. Gosh, every brand she wears—and touches—becomes instant sell outs. She’s like a god even among celebrities!” Rei turns around, scouts the place a second time, as if she isn’t already screaming. Surely, this has to be hyperbole because you’ve never heard anyone with a description this grand, only in children’s role play. “She’s practically royalty, even if she doesn’t have a title.”

“Oookay.” Your lack of interest shows through your dry tone. “Yeah, well Yujin invited me here so—”

“Well, that makes perfect sense. I was thinking you were some kind of celebrity or photographer, but now I also know you’re Yujin’s boyfriend. So, the guy hidden in some of her Instagram photos was you.”

“Right.” Shake your head, slowly drawing away from her and this conversation before you become the center of discussion and treated like an actual celebrity. “So, yeah, it was nice seeing you again—”

“Can I ask you one question?” Her narrow eyes and pouty lips are practically pleading to you. Might as well amuse her just this once. Maybe she’ll finally leave you alone. “Please?”

“Fine, what is it?”

“What kind of person is she in bed?” The question elicits an animated reaction on your face—the kind that gets passed around on the internet as a meme. “I bet she gives really good head—”

“There you are!” Yujin suddenly shouts, interrupting right before it becomes extremely awkward. “Hey Rei! What have you been talking about?”

“Yujin!” The Japanese girl abruptly releases you, meeting her in embrace and exchanging friendly kisses. “Not much, just catching up with your guy about some—” she suddenly pauses, making up an excuse on the fly. “—stuff. Anyway, did you know he doesn’t know who Miss Jang is?”

“I was about to take him to her, actually.” 

“Oh no—” You impulsively blurt, losing control over your volume at that moment. 

Forget that they’re right in front of you. Forget that you value your own life over some pussy you can get any other time you want.

Surely Miss Jang would be the kind of person who immediately comes for the life of the offending party when the smallest rumor or slander reaches her ears—how much more at an occasion with some of her most esteemed guests, making you an example of what not to do to cross her.

Fortunately, the two friends then turn their eyes toward you, seemingly unaware of your dismayed reaction. Yujin takes you by the hand, but her soft touch doesn’t relax you in the slightest. “I’ll take him to her now. See ya!”

“Of course, have a great night, you two.”

There’s no light at the end of this tunnel; it’s more of a series of unfortunate events connected from one to another. You’d rather take the option of sharing the freakiest, lewdest secrets of your sex life with Rei over meeting this Mistress Jang face-to-face. You had no say in the matter, not when you’re Yujin’s partner and she’s just as highly esteemed of a name, if not greater, as everyone else in the room.

After a flight of stairs, she scans the second floor, where more people are drinking and chatting it up, before heading in. With you in-tow, you head toward the center hallway together. Seemingly uncaring of your hand getting crushed by her grip, she weaves around dashing from one side to the other until she suddenly stops. Her eyes light up when she sees several suited men assembled in a circle surrounding something—or someone. 

“She’s over there. Give her a minute,” she says, observing them without giving a moment to consider your squished hand—or you for that matter.

“Understood, Miss Jang,” says the oldest man at the center, nodding. The suited men disperse in different directions like a trained, coordinated army unit. A young girl emerges from the assembly with a cold, steely expression in her eyes and her features. 

You expected Miss Jang to be of intimidating, imposing stature, like she could snap you in half like a twig, when really, you’re more likely to toss her around instead. At first glance, everything about her appearance makes her akin to a doll. Pearly white skin, soft, silky lips, and a lightweight figure—everything about her seems curated and designed for maximum appeal to the unrealistic standards of the public. It wouldn’t surprise you if she was actually a life sized model in disguise, with metals and electrical wirings operating the body underneath several layers of unnatural beauty.

Your assumption seemingly comes to pass when she turns her head in a rather mechanical motion, then the blank look on her face shifts to a fixed little beam, hiding any sort of emotion behind them. “Yujin.” Her voice comes out near silent but honeyed, eyes curling into a smile as she recognizes your girl.

“Wony!” She lets go of your hand to hug and give her a kiss on the cheek, treating her like every other acquaintance or friend of hers.

“So, a boyfriend huh? Congratulations,” the other woman replies, reciprocating her friend’s gesture with a kiss on the other cheek. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks. He’s kind of a bum, but he’s all right.” Even around friends, Yujin couldn’t help but make the gap between you and her obvious. You’re properly dressed for the occasion (disregarding the fact she bought and tailored it for you), but otherwise, you’re a fish out of water. 

“Come here.” Mistress Jang shoots you a cold stare. Frightened, you immediately follow. Releasing herself from Yujin’s hug, she extends her hand out for you to shake. “You must be Yujin’s boyfriend. Welcome.”

“Um,” You try to think of something—anything—respectful to reply to her with, but ultimately come up with nothing. Sure, she’s not the dangerous boss or demanding overlord you envisioned, but she’s still the most important person in the entire mansion, with emergency protocols practically marked all over her. “Thanks.”

“Please, make yourself at home.” Her eyes lock onto yours, curls into a friendly smile, inviting you to act comfortably in her presence. “I know it’s your first time here, so enjoy.”

“Thanks,” you reply twice in quick succession because it’s the only word you can think of. Other words aren’t necessary when it’s the safest option available. 

Patting you on the shoulder, then giving it a playful squeeze, she reassures you again, “I know you’re nervous because of the whole Mistress Jang thing, but please, I don’t bite. I would never.” 

A little teasing smirk and wink from her makes Yujin giggle. The two women rub foreheads, share a brief stare into each other’s eyes, reveling in their strong bond. “Please just call me Wonyoung.”

“Um, okay. Thanks for the welcome, Wony,” you say, looking over your shoulder, trying to escape those magnetic eyes of hers, but they ultimately draw you back in. No one else in the room other than you three. “You two know each other, Yujin?”

“Of course!” The energy Yujin answers you with is infectious. Your girlfriend plants a kiss on her cheek, hooking her arms around her shoulders. If you weren’t around as a third wheel, they’d make for a perfect pair. If she had her way, she would talk about her all day long. “We’ve been friends for a long, long time. Then she got bigger and richer than me and—”

“No need to compare,” interrupts Wonyoung, facing her with a wider grin. “Let’s not make our guests here jealous.”

A hearty laugh from the two follows, and you can’t do anything but smile. You don’t really find their jokes funny, but at the very least, their tight friendship warms your heart. The way their eyes glimmer when they meet, how rosy their cheeks burn, and how close their lips are from making contact—they love each other dearly and intimately it’s almost invasive that you’re awkwardly watching them, as if you didn’t exist in that moment.

You have places to be and other things to do. Inelegant as it sounds, you’re forced to interject, respectfully. “I think I should be on my way now.”

Wonyoung turns her gaze back at you. “Oh, right. Almost forgot you’re there,” she replies, almost bursting into a giggle at the end of her sentence. “The main event will begin soon. Go and have fun in the meantime.”

“Yeah. Go and have fun,” Yujin repeats, almost taunting. It’s almost second nature for her to tease you. The twosome turn around and walk away, hands still clingy like they can’t live without the other, and their collective laughter echoes all over the room as they leave you alone.

—————

You promised yourself not to stir up a commotion during the party, knowing that anything you do has a high probability to snowball out of control very fast. Only one drink will suffice. It’s not like you’re deeply hurting at all, unlike in the past. 

You’re sifting through framed photos throughout the house, mostly of Wonyoung’s silver spoon childhood, but one picture sticks out from the rest—one with her and Yujin that was certainly taken recently. It becomes even more apparent that she’s most likely her only friend, considering she’s the only one present in the photos who isn’t connected by family or bloodline.

“Yo!” A shout breaks your introspection. Turn your head and Rei’s fastly approaching you. This time, you don’t even try to hide your annoyed expressions. “Enjoying the place? Have you met Mistress Jang yet? What was she like?”

Remaining silent, you feign ignorance, looking the other way, back to the photos. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t work.

She’s standing right beside you, smiling mischievously. It’s almost trollish, almost pervasive, and downright annoying. You wonder how anyone puts up with her, and how she even gets invited to these gatherings. “Did you see her and Yujin holding hands? They look so cute together! I bet they would make an amazing couple, you know?”

You raise your eyebrows, partially in agreement, but mostly to entertain her, if it means she eventually leaves you alone. 

“You know, you’re such a weird guy for being Yujin’s supposed ‘boyfriend’,” she continues, pushing her face close to yours, lips pouting and shooting you mischievous, playful looks. “I mean, I don’t get why she’d want someone like you, unless you’ve got something big down there—”

At this point, you’d rather cut your ears off than listen to another minute—no, five seconds—of her grating prattling. 

When you walk away from her, she takes a hold of your hand, causing you to look over your shoulder, furious. Glaring at her, you snap. “Back off.”

“I’m not backing off until you answer me!” Rei’s shouting, trying to make a scene out of this heated exchange. “Serious, I’ve been nice to you the whole time, yet you don’t even look at me with equal respect!”

“What does that have to do with respect? You’re being annoying as fuck!” You don’t mince your words. “I mean, why does it matter to you that I’m fucking Yujin every night?”

She staggers back, eyes wide in shock, jaw slack, and the hand that seized you covers her mouth. It’s the answer she wants, yet it sounds unbelievable. It also draws the attention of everyone nearby, some approaching to see what kind of commotion is happening. There might as well be a huge spotlight shone on you both. You’re the main characters now.

One glance and it rips you from the immersion of the moment. Dozens of eyes focused on you and your co-star, eagerly anticipating what happens after the cliffhanger. The break is long and awkward; nothing exciting happens while you both freeze in place, like the script hasn’t been completed yet. In your mind, you’re hoping someone slaps some sense into you—or wakes you up from this elaborate dream. 

“We’re just talking here, not much is happening!” Somehow, you’re able to break character to break the tension. It doesn’t seem to work initially. The onlookers remain observant of the situation, unconvinced, until one person leaves, followed by another, and more disperse, until you’re completely irrelevant in their eyes once more. Even more amazing is how not a single butler stepped in to intervene during the sudden uproar.

Deafening silence follows as you’re both left alone to contend within yourselves without outside interference. One look at Rei and you find her still motionless, like every part of her malfunctioned. Perhaps it’s the bluntness in how you’ve admitted a lewd secret to her or the way you snapped against her that caught her by surprise. You’re not entirely responsible though. She should have known what she was getting into by poking the bear.

Still, you’re a nice guy, and it’s still a heat of the moment action you’ll definitely regret in the morning. “Um, look, I’m sorry, but yeah—”

“Gosh.” Rei suddenly blurts, eyes still wide, staring at you without a single blink that it’s a little unsettling. You expected her to finally calm down after such a quiet, low answer, but instead, she follows with, “I wonder how well she takes your cock—I mean—how well does she give head?”

“Is this how you talk to friends and acquaintances, Rei?” you reply, tilting an eyebrow, more amused than annoyed. 

“Maybe—” she rolls her eyes, avoiding your gaze, and you can spot the faintest sign of a devious smirk on her lips. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you showed me with your girlfriend’s consent—”

“To all house guests. To all house guests.” An artificial voice echoes over the speakers, interrupting the conversation and grabbing everyone’s attention. “Please gather outside. The special show will be starting soon.”

After the brief distraction, she faces you again with a friendly, mutual smile, saying, “We can talk about this another time.”

Leaving you on another cliffhanger, she spins around and follows everyone outside.

—————

The interior of the mansion is nothing compared to the courtyard. An enclosure so large in scale; it can host a concert or festival. While you and the guests pick seats, butlers form the stage for the performance. Surprisingly, Rei opts not to lurk close by, instead choosing a seat far behind. You, on the other hand, settle for one in the second-most front row area. She doesn’t spot you spying on her a fair distance away, and probably for the best, too, after what had just transpired.

Ignore her. You’ll want to avoid her for the rest of the night. Perhaps if you’re luckier, Yujin decides she’s had enough and wants to leave, but it’s very, very unlikely. It would take the ground beneath you splitting to separate her from her best friend.

Smoke rapidly fills the platform as the stage goes dark. The entrance is grandiose; the audience around you erupts in thunderous applause as two silhouettes flash themselves behind a door-shaped window. You can recognize both figures with ease. With all the times your fingers traced her skin and curves, you could recreate Yujin’s body from memory alone. 

The cheering grows as the windows swing open, their faces now in clear view. Yujin and Wonyoung make this sexy pose side by side. It’s almost unbelievable how radically different their attitudes are on stage, and you were just speaking to them a while ago. A handful of phones are stretched out to take photos of the duo, while you’re mentally taking pictures, taking in their overwhelming beauty that cameras don’t do them enough justice. Your girlfriend was always the first thing you had your eyes on, but admittedly, Wonyoung’s making you feel some kind of way, too. 

They follow up with a parallel strut that outshines any model. Yujin shoots your side of the audience a flirtatious smirk, and your reaction is no different than anyone else, falling head over heels for her, as if you weren’t her lucky one. Wonyoung’s smile is more innocent, dainty—the kind that warms even the coldest of hearts. Had your fingers not bore deep into your thighs, self-restrained, you might have quietly snuck them between your groin, irrespective of where you are and who you’re with. 

You don’t realize they’re singing on stage with the stationed mic stands. You’re mostly immersed in their little sensual movements and the way they motion to the crowd with their hands. You don’t know the lyrics to every song, but you’re bopping lightly, imagining how their tight bodies would react when they ride you in private. There’s a little hum quietly dripping from your lips, not because you’re following along with the tune, but because you’re moaning. 

Yujin and Wonyoung perform for half an hour, but you don’t waste a single second of it not admiring them. There are times when one of the girls waves or shoots a pair of eyes at your direction, but you remain reactionless, taking in the sight of their perfection before you like they’re a present for your patience.

One more wave to the audience before they leave, to the loudest wave of resounding cheers. They walk back to where they stood in the entrance, flaunting their cheeks before the doors close and they disappear in a puff of smoke. In a different setting, you’d have ran onto the stage and taken them both, right then and there, in front of the crowd, without a care in the world. 

—————

You don’t hear a word from either of them for the next two hours. Biding the time, you wait on the outskirts of the courtyard, beyond anyone’s sight, taking solace under the fresh mountain air, occasionally looking through your phone with no texts or calls, looking for a sign to leave. One look over your shoulder and it’s very clear that no one’s going home anytime soon. Taking photos of the two was the smarter play, in hindsight.

“Miss Jang would like to have a word with you.” A steely voice catches your attention. Tilt your head to find one of the many nameless butlers standing upright before you. “Come with me.”

“Oh thank God.” You’re not even hiding your excitement, as evident by that lively pep in your step. You feel your patience is finally being rewarded.

You follow the servant back to the mansion proper, avoiding eye contact with anyone, even when you catch a glimpse of Rei around the corner interacting with another guest. Back up the stairs to the second floor. Not another soul around and not a single sound can be heard. Ultimately, he leads back to the room where you first met Wonyoung before turning around and leaving you there alone.

“Wait, what does she want—” The door slams shut with a loud thud before you can even finish the question. Run back to chase him, but the door remains firmly shut and you’re unable to open it. Knowing how much surveillance there is everywhere, it wouldn’t surprise you if she knew of your little exchange with Rei, whether it be cameras, microphones, or guests disguised as moles. 

“No, no, no—” you grumble, each one more fearful than the last. Try as you can to turn that knob, it refuses to budge. Texting Yujin’s your only other option, but you can’t get a good signal inside the spacious chamber, despite previously seeing 5G on your phone. The lights suddenly shutting off would be the last thing you want to happen, and against your wishes, it’s what does end up happening—leaving you entirely in the dark. 

It’s the stuff of nightmares: completely shut inside a rich manor, with lights suddenly going off at random, and with no forms of communication. The only thing missing are the windows swinging open to let strong winds blow, but you have to stop thinking more of these grim thoughts before they become reality. 

Desperation sets in so quickly; you’re banging aimlessly at the door, at the window, but not even your hardest efforts can move a single inch. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Your fate is basically sealed.

A little gleam clears darkness from the other side of the room. A call to judgment. A slim figure walks in, judge, jury, and possibly executioner all at once. Then the lights come back on, blinding you. 

“Hi.” She calls to you gently, ignoring that you’re walking in aimless circles. “You okay?”

A scream escapes your breath, leaving you in your most embarrassing state. “Wonyoung!” You don’t give her any space to ask for context. “Look, if this is about what happened earlier, then I’m sorry—”

“Sorry?” She raises an eyebrow and her lips curl into a frown, concerned for different reasons. “Incident? Are you okay?”

“Didn’t you know? Me and Rei got into an—oh.” Realizing there’s no reason to panic, you relearn the ability to pick up cues, and act like everything’s normal. Wonyoung’s shooting you a wary look, and it’s not far off from how everyone else at this party saw you—at least at one point. “Yeah, no. I was kinda scared because the lights suddenly went off and—”

“The lights? Well, Yujin told me you were a scaredy cat,” says Wonyoung with a small smile. You roll your eyes to the side, far more annoyed than anything else that happened tonight. Take back what you’ve said earlier. Yujin’s the kind of person who’d actually pull those tricks on you, and of course she’d allow her friend to get involved in her own warped games to avoid suspicion. That’s how cunning she can be. She sees you as a sandbox to play with.

“I’m sorry. I called you so I can apologize and because I want to speak to you.” Wonyoung continues quietly, bowing reverently as if she committed an unforgivable crime—something she most likely learned being under intense scrutiny all the time. Forgiveness was going to be given, regardless. This seems completely unnecessary, but you appreciate the sincerity and effort.

“Wony, or Miss Jang, whatever you want to be called—it’s fine, there’s no need to cry about it.” She lifts her head, sobbing a little, and her lips contort into a gentle smile. You can see and understand why she’s so beloved; beyond the wealth, she’s so innocent, pure looking and sounding, all the elements of a likable character in a cute package.

“Thank you.” She nods her head energetically, shaking your hands in appreciation. Dramatic behavior for something relatively minor, but you’re a guest without any authority in her house. Besides, how can you say no to that endearing face? “I’m really sorry. I just wanted to be close with my friend—”

“Yujin? Don’t worry about it. She likes to tease me a lot,” you interrupt, rolling your eyes to the side again, tone mildly disgruntled. Another one of her playful tactics, out in the light. “And I can see you two are really close.”

“Yeah.” Wonyoung brushes a finger against her pink cheek, pouting her lips. “We’ve been friends for so long, I don’t remember anything before we met.” 

She suddenly stops, looks over your shoulder, before adding, “We should take our little talk to another room.”

—————

“Thirsty?” asks Wonyoung, walking around the room, scouring for the tea infuser.

“Kind of,” you reply, unsure if you really want a drink—or to drink her. Either way, you’re dying for a taste of something sweet. 

While she’s preoccupied with serving you tea, you scan her from head to toe, still dressed in her showy outfit from earlier. A red corset covers her white dress shirt and tie, complemented by her hair wrapped in a cute bun. None of it steals your attention more than her short shorts, showing a glimpse of her plump ass cheeks that ripple when she casually walks back and forth. Her attitude is nothing compared to what she displayed on stage, yet she renders you speechless. In your head, she’s still the daring woman out there performing.

She walks over to you, casually reclined on the comfy sofa, with a fresh pot of tea in hand. Pouring a drink on your cup, she shoots you a heartstopping smile, like she’s facing the cameras; it’s second nature for her to charm. A memory you’ll keep forever. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Lean over to grab the cup and take a sip. Very hot that it scalds your tongue, causing you to flinch, but it’s tasty. “Mmmmm—hot, hot, hot.”

She giggles in the middle sipping her own self-made drink, but it doesn’t bother her. Admittedly, you’re no religious tea drinker to tolerate it, but on the contrary, she handles it with such well-trained poise. It’s in the little details: how straight her sitting posture is and how she holds the cup in her delicate hand, despite the long nails, along with the saucer—very princess coded.

“Not used to tea?” she asks, before taking another swig at it. “It’s healthy for you, you know that?”

“Don’t really have time for it,” you reply back, mirroring her motion, but the second nip is just as sizzling. As a result, you end up looking even more stupid. She has this neutral, deadpan look on her features, but the little shift in her lips as you burn your tongue on her tea reveals cracks in her well-manufactured character. A very embarrassing display, even behind closed doors. “Shit—I mean, crap, that’s hot—”

“Hey, you can swear here. This isn’t a church.” Her cup is half-empty or half-full, depending on how she sees it, before she puts it down on the table. “So where were we again? Right. Yujin.”

Her name sets off red flags in your head, activating your fight or flight response. Even when you’re in the most secure place in the world, where nothing can hear or see you, she’s lurking around the corners of your mind rent-free. Knowing she’s close with Wonyoung means she’s more than likely in the know about every part of you, down to your most personal parts. The lights prank was the biggest proof of this.

“Tell me. What is she like as a girlfriend to you?” No mincing words, no gentle mood setting opener, she goes straight to the point, yet you’re still on edge. The wary side of you believes she’s probably extracting info that you’re keeping for yourself. It’s the perfect lure; behind all the flashy lights, she has a kind and friendly aura wrapped in a sweet package.

It takes a few minutes to process and think your answer through. Her eyes demand honesty, but to you, it’s probably just a front. She’s a celebrity, after all. She wears a mask everywhere she goes. 

“That’s a very personal question to ask,” you reply, emphasis on very. There are lines that can’t be crossed, and this is one of them. You’re not falling for the bait so easily. 

Wonyoung tilts her head, cocking an eyebrow, unbothered. “I know. Yujin tells me you’re a great lover, but I wanna hear it from your side. How do you feel about her?”

“She’s a great lover too,” you reply, testing the waters’ depth. Very treacherous. Hope it doesn’t pull you down and drag you to the bottom. “She likes to tease, she’s very playful, and she likes to make me look bad in front of her friends, but otherwise, she’s great in just about everything.”

She lifts her eyebrow and nods, taking mental notes of every spoken word. After a pause, it’s on to the next question. “In what way does she make you look bad in front of your friends?”

There’s still time to swim back to safety, but the waves are growing more turbulent by the minute. 

“Er—” you struggle to formulate anything that doesn’t raise a suspicious eyebrow. Either it breaks continuity, or makes no sense. Maybe you’ll float, somehow, but that sinking feeling remains stronger. “She likes to stick it in my face that she can own me if she wants to.”

“And is that not true? You know you’re dating a celebrity right?” Wonyoung places a finger on her chin, staring deeply into your soul. She’s the taller person in the room, but not the bigger person. “We’re kind of narcissistic like that to anyone. You should have known that.”

“If I knew all celebrities were like that, I’d have never come back to her,” you say, using every bit of your willpower not to yell at her. 

“Yet here you are. And you’d never be here without her presence.” Wonyoung crosses her legs, mildly entertained as you gradually pull those metaphorical hairs off in front of her. “You told me she was great at everything, right? I guess ruining the bedroom must be part of that, too.”

The sound that comes out of you is almost inhuman. Wonyoung’s no longer acting sincerely, breaking character to laugh at your misery. It was bound to happen with how shallow your brain thinks. Then again, you weren’t in the clearest state of mind when you reconnected with Yujin.

“I get it. She’s very hot. Everyone wants a piece of her. Consider yourself very lucky she’s just that—and not a naggy bitch, unlike some of the people in this party,” she adds, smarmy in delivery that it doesn’t feel like proper consolation.

“Yeah, but what else am I supposed to do? I don’t like being her punching bag.” 

“To be honest, I don’t know what you two are like, I really don’t.” Wonyoung suddenly stops, hops off from her couch to sit beside you. Disarming of a tone it is, the answer is anything but reassuring.  “But think of it this way. Gotta take the bad with the good, right?”

“I guess.” You take a deep breath, uncertain about what to feel, or do. 

“She hasn’t done anything to you tonight, right?” She quietly wraps an arm over your shoulders, inching her pristine face close to yours. Another line crossed. Forget about that, she’s dancing back and forth between those non-existent lines.

“Nope. Haven’t seen her after the performance, either.” 

Your eyes meet, and hers twinkle brightly, worthy of a star of her name. It’s the thing you wanted the least to happen.  You’re drowning in her gaze.

“Can you do something for me?” she asks, whispering softly. Her breath fills your nostrils with inviting warmth.

“Sure,” you say, without hesitation, throwing all caution to the wind.

“I wanna know what she feels,” she says, each word dripping with honey and rapid growing lust. “I wanna know how she feels with you in bed.”

“Are you sure?” you question, but it’s pointless. Your hands are already tracing the outline of her back, marking new territory to explore, until they cup soft, bare, round flesh. 

“I’m ready,” she replies back, eyes gleaming with desire. She shifts her entire weight onto you, pushing you to the bottom of the couch, asserting dominance over you. “She told me how amazing you are in bed, and I can’t help but be curious. I really wanna know what it’s like.”

Before you can even question the security of the place, she’s right ahead of you. Kissing the ridge of your nose, she whispers, “Don’t worry if we’re being too loud. Only the both of us will know.”

Kiss her on the lips in return. A lure until you flip positions. Suddenly, you’re hovering above her. Your hands drag along upward until they grasp the zipper of her red corset. You meet resistance when she quivers beneath you, shaking her head vehemently.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, pulling yourself back into a crouch.

“I want to keep my clothes on,” she whispers, timid and nervous, her demure character gone in an instant. “Um—it’s not that I suddenly changed my mind, it’s just that I haven’t done this before.”

You sit up on the couch, perfectly understanding, quickly formulating a way for you to make her first time feel comfortable. “Tried any toys before?”

Wonyoung follows you, softly grasping your hand. “Played with a few dildos, but that’s about it. I find it quite uncomfortable at times.”

“Hmm.” An idea suddenly hits you like lightning. It’s ridiculous, but you might as well swing for the fences. “Watched porn?”

“What?” Wonyoung’s jaw slacks, caught off-guard by such a rather obscene question, even by lewd standards. She lets a moment to let the question sink in, more on the side of disbelief than looking for an answer. “Yes, but—why?”

“Well, I was wondering if you want to learn how to suck a cock.”

“Mmm, that sounds interesting, but I’ve seen enough ‘movies’ to have an idea.” Wonyoung hops off the couch, promptly drops to her knees. Frisky fingers latch on to the hem of your pants, already ahead of you. “Would you like me to suck your cock?”

There was no need to elaborate any further. 

You give her an approving nod. Immediately, her fingers work on your zipper, sliding them down. The rest of your pants and underwear follow. Her eyes light up at the sight of your cock, springing to life after being freed.

Looking up at you again, she asks, “Can I?”

Nod again, completely hypnotized by the sight of your shaft close to the perfect, young starlet’s face. It’s almost scandalous how you have what’s basically a goddess in everyone’s sight brought down to earth in such a filthy manner. 

“I’m not really good at this, but I really wanna try.” Wonyoung’s being apologetic again before anything happens, and it’s repetitive, but you’ll let it slide over and over. She sticks out her tongue, nervously inching it close to your cock, until it plants atop your tip, breaking your resolve almost immediately.

“Mmmmm.” She gets her first taste of real cock. It’s bitter, salty, and everything she expects, everything she craves. That first slurp cools her dry throat, like finding an oasis in the middle of a desert.

“Christ.” You lose control of your senses, eyes growing weary at the sight of her dainty fingers, the way they wrap around the base of your dick, pumping you to full hardness. You can’t believe it. There’s this surge of ecstasy, and it renders you helpless under her control. “This was your first time? Fuck–”

Sloppy slurps and smooches from her lips reduce you into a groaning mess. She spreads globs of precum all around your shaft, unintentionally spilling little specks on her chin and cheeks. Her eyes continue to watch intently while you fall weak at the knees, clinging nails to the sofa’s linen. Ignore the collateral damage you’re making. It will barely dig into her deep pockets. 

The more Wonyoung continues to blow you off, the more seed splatters onto her, making her sparkly features even more glinting. It’s difficult to comprehend just how incredible she is at sucking cock—or maybe it’s just you struggling to think beyond pleasure and nothing else. She claims it’s her first time, yet the way her fingers stroke you with confident and elaborate precision means anything but. The little bits of white that taint her flawless face do nothing but make a masterpiece shine even brighter.

Her tongue continues to slide and make itself known all over your length. It’s almost impossible not to give in to your urges and force yourself down her throat. She’s doing well so far; you can barely hear her gurgle or complain while she takes more of you inside her, little by little. Caress that dark hair, still bundled together in a cute package. She reciprocates your compliment by pushing a little bit further, even when her maw tries to resist, only to cross a line she hasn’t reached.

“Ghhhk, mmmph, ghhhk!” Wonyoung coughs into your shaft, overwhelmed by the fullness of your length, tickling her sensitive part deep in the gullet. You pull her by the bun, release her throaty grip on your shaft with a sloppy pop, letting saliva spill onto the floor and her dress.

“You okay?” you ask, concealing the bliss you feel with a frown. Compared to her, you’re not a good actor.

To your surprise, she slaps you away from her harshly, then shoots you a disappointed pout. More adorable than intimidating. “I was still adjusting, asshole. If your dick wasn’t so fucking big—”

“Gotta take the bad with the good, right?” you deflect what she said to you earlier, chuckling at her cute scowl. Unknowingly, Yujin’s mannerisms are rubbing off on you, but you refuse to give credit where it’s due.

Wonyoung rises from the floor, opting to straddle herself on your lap instead. Your shaft lines against soft, wet flesh. Her hands grab the bottom of her shorts, pulling them up for easier access to her folds. It’s impossible to look anywhere but those magnetic caramel eyes, staring deep into your soul, telling you what she wants, without the need of any needless words.

“I’m ready now.” She rests her hands against your shoulders, looking at you expectantly. That was only a warm-up. It’s time for the real test. “Fuck me.”

You’re briefly taken aback just by how blunt her demand is, but those two words spoken in such a sensuous tone linger. Denying her at this stage would be downright criminal. Her slim thighs wrap around the area where your cock stands, the softness of her skin more than capable of making you cum before you can do anything. 

She leans forward to capture you in a passionate kiss, hotter and more passionate than the first. The spell that pushes away whatever logical and moral barriers remain. There’s an angel placed before your lap; time to make her sing. 

Lift her up until she gently descends and makes a graceful landing against your shaft. Upon impact, the kiss is disrupted, rocking her entire body with a new, electric sensation. Moaning music  into your mouth, she makes it clear how heavenly you feel. 

“Mmm—oh God, you’re already stretching me out,” she purrs against you, shutting her eyes and letting all the pleasure wash over her. 

“Better than any dildo?” 

“Better than any dildo.” She nods, lifting her head to expose her neck, clean and pure—ready for ruin, just like every other part of her. 

“Just moan for me, okay?” you say, whispering against her nape. “I’m gonna fuck you like how I fuck Yujin.”

Her body locks as you push deep into her tight, overwhelming cunt. To say she was suffocating would be an understatement. Her sopping pussy proves to be a strong vacuum when you draw back for the first time, pulling every bit of you deep into her core. She’s grasping at straws to not fall apart so quickly. Tugging your hair, neck, and into your expensive dress shirt—none of that bothers you in the slightest, thrusting in a second time, adjusting quicker to her heat than you expected.

You release a breath you’ve unknowingly been holding, looking up at her pleasure ridden face. Her expressions melt in every direction, chest heaving deeply from all the built-up pleasure. “You’re really tight, Wony.”

Resting her forehead against your temple, her palm grips the back of your skull. “And you’re so big.” Praise you’ll never grow tired of hearing from anyone. “C’mon. Do it already.”

In an ideal world, all her clothes would have been gone while you pound into her wet, delicious pussy. This is just as hot, too—maybe even hotter. The usually imperfect Wonyoung looking like your typical girl at the local bar arouses you. So you weaponize those nasty thoughts and do your God-given purpose—to fuck pleasure into their needy, wanton bodies.

Pushing your strained hips up, you pound her, make her sing to high heaven. Hungry fingers hike up the rest of the leftover fabric in her shorts being sucked in by her gap, partially stained from pent up excitement. It’s a familiar feeling, reminiscent of when you were young, innocent and didn’t know any better. Now it’s playing out again, scene by scene, with a few key differences. The girl is different, and you’re nowhere close to being drunk, but here you are—stuck in that old place.

Wonyoung is nowhere close to assertive, unlike her. Her confidence and emphaticness immediately crumble after the first thrust, and freefall even further on the second. She’s not ripping through your clothes, nor is she eager to lead you to bed right away, how she has you glued to the couch with those slender legs. None of that matters when her moans are pornographic, unbefitting of her otherwise pure, princess-like charm that she’s famously known for. On the contrary, her torrid, frantic kisses perfectly embody that trademark allure.

You’re testing those waters again to see how far you’ll go before you inevitably drown. One hand rests at the zipper of her corset, imprinted with your fingerprints, eagerly anticipating her go-ahead for undressing. The other confides on her plump ass molding into your grip, into something truly yours. Meanwhile, she continues to alternate between a mewl and a moan, crashing her body against your shaft to stretch her out even further. Soften her up more with kisses and nibbles on her chin and neck, leave crimson marks as red as her dress. As glowing as she already is, she will shine brighter than the lights above.

“Yujin must be so lucky to have you,” whines Wonyoung, huskily, tilting your face up to meet her fluttery eyes glazed with pleasure, expressions twisting with every overwhelming sensation. She kisses you again. The taste of strawberry flavored lipstick will never leave you. “This dick is so good—”

“I’m still holding back, babe.” Kiss her reddened neck and collarbone. The way she moans in response reminds you of her, a pleasure they both share. “I want you to feel good since it’s your first time.”

Yujin would demand you to up the pace, and lead you to a rushed ruin, but not Wonyoung. “It really feels so good. Keep going.”

Even as you engage in small conversation, your slow, loving tempo rocks her light frame vigorously, releasing sweet melodies you’d never hear from that mouth otherwise. Her tight, sopping cunt flexes against your cock, allowing you smoother and sloppier glides in and out of her core. You’re nowhere close to hitting the perfect angle, but her silvery mewls offer consolation. She continues to envelop you in her tight embrace, hands reaching all over your back, wanting more of you merged with her as possible.

The hand itching to undress her roams down her back to rejoin the other in squeezing her soft, cheeky flesh. To your amusement, she yelps in your ear and she violently quivers, eliciting a silent giggle out of you. A test of the room’s soundproofing, and it works as intended. Her entire body is in your grasp, moldable and malleable in any shape and form to your heart’s utmost desires. 

“I don’t know how much longer I can last. I’m so close to cumming,” she whispers, and it only spurs you on to lead her into a satisfying climax. Slow as you are penetrating her, you want the moment to last longer. A few minutes isn’t enough for you to relish the warm sensation of your cock buried in her incredibly tight hole. Still, she has this look in her weary eyes demanding you to pull through, which you happily oblige.

“Where do you want me to cum?” you ask, slowing your pace down that even snails move faster. You’re unwilling to take any risks, especially with someone like her.

“Anywhere you want.” Wonyoung continues to fuck herself against your cock, apathetic about everything else except the high she intensely seeks. “I swear, if you pull out now, I’m going to—”

A kiss on those sensitive collarbones tempers her demanding mouth, back to those broken, varied moans. Another reminder that she’s nowhere close to grabbing you by the balls like Yujin could. As punishment, the dress must come off, but you know it’s not worth the rest of your life in perpetual harassment in exchange for temporary pleasure. You’ve already learned your lesson; she’ll understand it one day.

For now, you settle into that laid back pace, lifting yourself a bit off the couch as much as your legs allow you to. Wonyoung has basically marked down your whole back with her nails, hoarsely squealing and whimpering as her body trembles. You can feel it in every part of her how she’s ready to cum with the way her pussy clenches against your cock, unwilling to let go, just like the first time you entered her.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum—” 

Right on the dot, Wonyoung finally gives in, throwing her head back to let pleasure run its course. It pulls you deep, gives her juices to liberally coat your shaft with delicious waves of slick, dripping on the couch and down to her thighs, forming a lifetime connection with you. The force sends you back down on the sofa, enough to stop you right in your tracks, long before you’re even close to cumming. 

“Oh my god, oh my god. I came so much.” Firmly clinging to you, she rests her head on your shoulders, completely zapped of all her strength. Her eyes tilt down to note the wet puddle blocked by your legs. It doesn’t alarm her in the slightest; to her, a replacement couch is cheaper than a thorough cleaning. 

Kissing her ear and placing her beside you on the sofa, you quietly ask, “How was it?”

“I came so much. Oh my God,” she says, unable to comprehend she spilled that much. Her gaze remains glued to the wet pool formed on the couch, now seeing the full extent of her wreckage. A curious finger taps the sticky pool to make sure she’s not imagining things. “I don’t think I ever came that much with any dildo.”

Putting back your pants on, you smile at her innocent reaction. She’s still fresh to it all, but there’s a curiosity in her eyes, wanting to learn more. “You’ll get used to it.”

“I really wanted to undress you, you know.” you follow, examining her from head to toe, all sweaty and clothes soiled from a simple session—and you weren’t trying too hard. “I can’t help but imagine what’s beneath all that clothing.”

“You’ll see.” Her eyes have a fiery glint reminiscent of your girlfriend, and all of a sudden, she has this renewed life. “Just so you know, you didn’t cum in me, asshole.”

“Just being safe,” you reply, shrugging your shoulders. “Wasn’t sure if you were on the pill or not.”

“Of course I was on the pill.” Wonyoung looks away, but you can discern the scornful expression on her features, seemingly offended by your comment. “I would never.”

You flash a taunting smirk, ready to play her preferred trick. There was no way this would end after a one and done. “Why don’t we take this to the bed right now, then?” 

—————

It was so obvious right from the start. 

The door barely grants access to Wonyoung’s bedroom, but you already had a finger directed at the center of the mattress, pointing out the glaringly obvious figure laying on its edge. It doesn’t surprise you in the slightest, and looking back in retrospect, everything building up to this moment was all part of an elaborate plan.The questions, the setup, the secretive location—they were all red flags. Then again, you always think with your cock, not with your brain, especially when there’s a pretty girl begging for it.

“Hey sweetheart,” says Yujin, whimsically, posing on her side like it’s one of her typical photoshoots. Like Wonyoung, she’s still in her performance outfit, but with her hair down in contrast to her junior’s bun. “Having fun?”

“Was,” you retort, but your complaint has no ground when you’re unable to keep your eyes off your seductive girlfriend. 

She smirks and giggles, knowing everything’s falling into place. “Wony baby. How was the experience?”

“Pretty good,” replies Wonyoung, smiling from ear to ear. “He didn’t cum in me though.”

“Hey,” you suddenly blurt out, turning your gaze to the younger woman, not even trying to hide your annoyance, because you know what really happened.

“You’ll get yours, babe.” Yujin rolls off the bed to approach you, retaking control of what’s hers from her friend. She then pushes you onto the mattress, staring you down like a hungry predator stalking down her prey, aroused by the taste of blood—or in this case, lust. If not for those fiery pupils watching your every little move, hammering home the fear of God into your soul, there would be some fight in you to resist.

Now that’s a lie, because you would never—she always had her way with you.

“Watch and learn.” Climbing and hovering atop you, slowly spreading your legs, Yujin looks over to her best friend, watching on eagerly to see what it’s really like with you two. She’s seated on the edge of the bed, having restored much of her elegant poise to its clean, camera friendly form. 

“You did a great job warming him up for me,” says Yujin, grinding her hips against your clothed prison, already on the verge of blowing up. The two beauties watch in amusement as your tent pitches a second time. Fuck. You’re already leaking copious amounts, it’s quite obvious, and she’s humping you at such a relaxed tempo. 

“He really wanted to undress me,” comments Wonyoung, still flashing that princess-like beam, looking innocent in the matter, when in fact, she’s the instigator. “I told him not to, and he thankfully didn’t, but I felt his hands on my zipper a few times.”

“Mmm, being so naughty when I’m not looking?” Yujin’s tone is honeyed, but her movements are anything but. The pace she grinds herself against you quickens, and you’ve never felt so desperate for release, but you had no say in the matter—not when she has your hands tied over your head, kept in place by Wonyoung’s delicate but firm grip. “Were you ready to leave me for her? Good choice, but typical.”

Quick fingers make near-instant work of your pants and underwear, pushed down to the floor in an instant, freeing up your hard cock. Such relieving freedom is taken away just as quickly as it’s given when Yujin seizes you by the balls and your length, setting you alight. Each second burns hotter than the last, a kind of fucked-up form of punishment typical of the justice system. 

“Jesus, f-fuck, Yujin—” you hoarsely whimper, visibly struggling to gather air, but it only serves to arouse Yujin, and she reprimands your feeble oppression with a tighter lock on your most sensitive parts, smirking devilishly. It’s useless. For Yujin, this is all play, an elaborate demonstration to teach Wonyoung, but the pain is real. There’s a good likelihood you may not have a functioning pelvis in the morning. 

“You’re being very rough on him.” Wonyoung watches on concernedly, but also intrigued by the rather torturous method being performed. She knows she couldn’t overpower Yujin if she tried, and well, she most certainly didn’t want to be on the receiving end of her hands, either.

“He actually enjoys being handled like this, dear.” Yujin makes sure not a single spot in your shaft is left unchecked by her steely hold. The deflated, helpless expression on your face says otherwise, but it’s only a front for what comes after. Little white spurts spill from the tip of your shaft, sufficient evidence to prove her point. “See?”

“Mm, are they like this all the time?” Wonyoung remains unconvinced. 

“Not always, but you’ll find one someday—someone who’ll beg on their knees to fuck you.” Her stranglehold on your cock loosens, finally giving you some actual breathing room—at least in your groin. “Didn’t you have that Korean government official sending you birthday ads and flowers?”

“Too ugly for my taste.” The younger woman grimaces at the reminder of that particular man, wishing he never be brought up in conversation ever again, much to her friend’s laughter. “I would never.”

Yujin nods along in agreement. “You’re too pretty for him. I bet he doesn’t even have a big dick like our little friend over here.”

“True.” Suddenly, both pairs of eyes turn in your direction, stare you down with a maliciously smirk, full of purposeful intent. You would meet them halfway with your own confidence, but not when you’re in such a powerless position and with most of your strength sapped.

“Come up here.” Yujin gestures to her keen friend, hopping off your lap to make room for the lighter woman. Hiking up her equally short shorts, she hovers above you, giving you a peek of her splayed out pussy—the one you’ve craved for so long. Meanwhile, Wonyoung occupies the space previously occupied by Yujin, smothering you in a sea of soft, creamy thighs. The older woman spins around to face her untrained partner, hanging her cheeky flesh atop your face—a perfect view and obstruction.

“What are you gonna do to him?” asks Wonyoung, eyes wide with curiosity at Yujin’s seemingly awkward and strained position.

“Don’t pay attention to him.” Yujin promptly rests her ass against your face like a pillow, followed by her thighs muffling up your ears. “Get on top of his cock.”

Wonyoung complies, gliding her hips down in a graceful manner until she hilts herself down to your base, impaling her cunt with your hard dick. The inviting, suffocating heat that surges throughout your sensitive body makes you violently tremble. What a position you are in, something that most people in the country could only dream of. Two beauties in the prime of youth, desired by everyone, sandwiching you with their perfect, goddess-like figures. At this point, you were simply an outlet of pleasure to two wanton, hot bodies and nothing more. 

“O-oh God—” Yujin lets out a prolonged, tense whine as your tongue licks between her glistening folds, indulging in the sweet taste of her wet juices. Her thighs tighten up in response to your stimulation, closing spaces where you can breathe, but that doesn’t bother you. You craved her more than a drink in a dry desert with the way you lapped up her slick, and her suffocating legs were nothing but practice to hold in your deep breaths. For once, it was nice to have some form of control in the situation.

“You okay?” asks Wonyoung, clambering her palms against your thighs, looking hesitant.

“More than okay. This feels so fucking good.” Yujin’s confident expressions gradually melt away to make room for pleasure to take over. Before long, her slender, hourglass-shaped hips ride against your face, maximizing the areas your tongue can dig into. Her hands cling to your clothed chest for support, unable to remain balanced while you continue to feast on her. Miraculously, she’s still able to formulate a follow up, albeit with a string of stammers and stutters. “S-see? You’ll w-want your guy to be l-like this.”

“C-come on, ride h-his c-cock, d-dear. I-I-i’m s-sure h-he won’t mind.” Yujin reassures her friend with a weak smile that immediately folds under the helpless, blissful sensations her body feels. 

Fueled by newly found courage, Wonyoung glides and slams her hips against yours in delicate, graceful motions, still testing her limits. Your primal instincts take hold of you and you thrust upwards in kind, making her thin figure move atop you in smooth waves. It doesn’t take long before their collective moans form a harmonious symphony that you wish you could hear perfectly, if not for the two layers of silky, thick skin blocking your ears. 

“F-fuck!” Wonyoung whines, clutching at your waist, but the overbearing pleasure coursing through her body almost makes her fall off multiple times. Thankfully, her closest friend is there to keep her on her toes. “O-oh my God, o-oh God—”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Yujin rests her hands on her junior’s shoulders while grinding her ass against your face, allowing you an endless fill from her slick fountain. “Just hold on. I’m here, okay?”

Wonyoung nods. Unsatisfied with her limitations, her hips increase in pace riding you. She wants to prove she can handle it, and that she’s ready for more of it. Soon, she grows comfortable, fully adjusted to your length. No longer needing Yujin’s help, she helps herself to her own lewd pleasures, using your cock roughly as her conduit. 

Not a single second passes by that you feel your body split in half, moving in two different wavelengths: one half preoccupied with eating Yujin’s delicious pussy, and the other slowly pumping into Wonyoung’s tight, sopping cunt. You’re a quick learner. You know all their sweet spots to hit and create the most satisfying sounds from their lips. Subtlety is the least of their priorities—a point proven when they’re loudly cursing and passionately declaring how good you feel, echoing across several rooms. The rooms might be soundproof, but the entire mansion may as well hear you three fuck.

Between clean licks of Yujin’s wet folds, when she lifts her ass out of your view, you can barely make out her and Wonyoung’s pleasure-ridden expressions. The two friends have begun making out with each other in between lewd moans and whispers, while never letting up the pace they ride you with.  

You’d love to lay in this position forever, as the complementary piece for two of the most beautiful girls you’ve ever met to pour out their pleasure in. But you knew deep down it wouldn’t last long, especially with Wonyoung, freshly recovered from your first session with her. She was always a ticking time bomb with a shorter fuse, accelerated by the now vigorous rhythm she rode your cock. It was always on your mind that this was her first, but she was fucking you like she had racked up a significant body count.

“S-so c-close,” whines Yujin, huskily, the first spoken word in a while that isn’t either your name or some kind of profanity. 

“M-me too,” adds Wonyoung, breaking sequence with a deep kiss of her partner’s lips. There might be no competition, but the twosome’s intensity rises even higher as they desperately chase after that climax. Your body is close to falling apart, cock throbbing wildly, also on the cusp of sweet release, but you’re merely a silent witness with little to no say. You’re just a channel for them to bask in bodily, sexual pleasure. 

It’s all but inevitable at this point. The real question is: who would be the first to cum, the first to start a chain reaction?

Their cries bounce loudly against the walls of the bedroom, past opened rooms as they lose control of their bodies, fucking themselves on you until the dams finally break. Yujin’s muscles spasm and crush you between her thighs. For a moment, you’d think she could snap you in half like a twig. A waterfall and a lake forms on opposite ends of your powerless body, creating two sticky pools on both sides. The powerful double surge of their climaxes is enough to bring you to a full stop, allowing them to drown you in their orgasmic bliss, creating one last crescendo as a swan song to their peaks. 

The wave of Wonyoung’s orgasm washing over your cock should make you orgasm too, urging the tightness in your balls to burn up. Thank your lucky stars you grinded to a standstill right as they came, giving you enough time to put up some form of resolve not to cum in her right then and there. You’ve been holding the impulse for so long, but you wanted your load not to belong to her first.

To your regret, Yujin clambers off you, parting her bountiful ass away from your face and bringing you to the light. Similarly, Wonyoung gingerly slides off your lap, rolls over to the side, wrapping an arm around your body, completely zapped of all her energy. Yujin rests opposite her junior, not as fatigued as she is. She can’t resist giggling when she sees the aftermath done to you, your entire face a canvas for her cum, which you clean with your tongue. 

“You did a number to her. Good job,” she says, darting her eyes over to her tired friend. She plants a finger on your groin, collecting a sampler of Wonyoung’s juices to taste in her mouth before gathering more to put in your mouth as well. Licking her wet digits, she adds, “Tasty.”

Her words barely register in your brain, and so does the little slick she places in your mouth. Your mind only focuses on one particular thing you’ve always wanted to do the whole night besides fucking, and that is to undress both girls and fuck them.

“You okay, Wony?” You turn over to face the worn out Wonyoung, who shoots you a weak but satisfied smile. She lifts her tired arm to give you a thumbs up, as if her beautiful beam wasn’t enough of a reassurance. “You know Yujin and I fuck more than once, right?”

“I know,” replies Wonyoung, coming out as little more than a faint whisper, mirroring her exhaustion. “Give me a minute. Maybe two.”

Eager as you were, you needed a breather, too, and there was no better place to rest than in the middle of two hot girls, lovingly resting their arms around you like they belonged to you.

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You take a beat to wipe the nonexistent filth off your chest as the two beauties stride ahead of you towards the desk table. With the way they walk, it doesn’t look apparent that they were railed to oblivion minutes prior. An insignificant detail that quickly becomes forgotten when your eyes take in the seductive and inviting manner they present themselves to you. Two sets of mouthwatering cheeks peek through their particularly short shorts—the most intrusive thing between you and them.

“Come on and fuck us, sweetheart,” says Yujin, looking over her shoulder with that sultry, near-impossible to resist gaze to entice you with sweet, dirty pleas, as if you weren’t already intending to fuck them hard. You always loved to hear those two words, but it’s a lot more special that she’s not alone. 

“You still owe me your cum, baby,” adds Wonyoung, trying but cutely failing to mimic her friend’s motions and sexy voice. There’s still an air of elegance and cutesiness in her projection that almost makes you giggle in amusement, but you wouldn’t dare—not when Yujin’s there, eying your little every move, growing impatient and testy, likely because she would pick her over you any day. 

Count your blessings.

It’s not difficult to get hard again, especially with the delicious sight in front of you. You finally rid the pesky dress shirt they’ve never removed and expose yourself down to your barest essentials. Positioning yourself between their legs, you stroke your cock with your hand, paint flecks of precum on their round cheeks, warming yourself up to embrace their heat. It’s impossible not to give their flesh a good smack as a reminder that their clean image is nothing more than just that—an image, a facade. You know them more intimately than anyone else.

“You two are so fucking hot,” you say, peppering their asses with a palmful, first to Yujin, then to Wonyoung. “And so naughty. I wonder what those people would say when they see you looking like this?” 

“What did I tell you about kissing ass during sex, sweetheart?” Yujin shoots pointed daggers in your direction, unamused. Wonyoung’s not innocent either, following her senior’s eyes with an intrigued gaze. “Put it in already, babe.”

And that was all she said. 

It only takes a moment before Yujin falls back to earth. All of her confidence instantly crumbles as you line yourself between her folds, then promptly invade her tight, welcoming pussy, foregoing all manner of pleasantries. She’s as warm and divine as you always wanted her, made easier and slicker by all the juices dripping and flowing down her toned legs. Her face rolls and slams against the surface, yet it can barely contain her strained cries of pleasure. Frantic nails scratch against the board’s edge as her body reacts to every little jolt, surrendering herself to your every whim.

You don’t leave Wonyoung unattended either. You slip a finger between her soaked lips, watch as her sweet, innocuous face crumbles into something lewd, something corrupted. Her eyes immediately go shut and her mouth goes wide with a whine a pitch higher than her senior before they melt into the desk. She’s a bundled mess, moaning into her friend’s ear as her pussy graciously coats your fingers with thick sheens of slick.

“P-please, o-oh God—”

“F-fuck, f-fuck, aaaaah—”

Their combined voices of strained, distorted bliss, dripping from their pleasure-laden faces spur you on and motivate you to ruin them some more. It’s unbelievable how they present themselves out there with a clean image when they have the most salacious, lewd tongues in private. None of it makes sense, how they could wear skimpy clothing in the sight of the most esteemed and well-regarded people in the room and no one would bat an eye, and they certainly wouldn’t raise an eyebrow with how loud they are as they’re being pounded from behind.

None of that ultimately matters to you. You don’t see two big celebrities in front of you. You don’t see your girlfriend and her partner asking for sex. You only see two of the hottest girls you know demanding pleasure, and you’re more than willing to give them everything.

With one hand gripped on Yujin’s ass and two fingers on the other deep inside Wonyoung’s cunt, you dive in and indulge into their overwhelming wetness. This is the kind of sex you always preferred—without any banter, without any further demands, just mindless submission into each other’s heat, filling the air with only the most pornographic sounds and nothing else. There’s nothing the two can do in response, especially when their bodies are squirming and vibrating beneath you, tightly clinging on the desk for dear life, growing wetter with each pump into their wanton pussies.

Without any voices in your head giving you directions, you have free reign to toy with them, use them as your outlet of pleasure now. So you switch your position behind them, sliding your wet dick inside Wonyoung’s pussy and replacing your cock inside Yujin’s cunt with your fingers. Even as you skip a beat, they’re too enamored in their own pleasures to realize your sudden absence, and far preoccupied by the new presence in their loins to care. 

That’s the sequence you follow: mindlessly stroking yourself deep into their hot, drenched cunt while fingering the other, back and forth, ignoring the discomfort you feel in both your legs and fingers from this disruptive cycle. Your only regret is not being able to see the twisted expressions in their stained features without a mirror to revel in their perfect, pornographic image, but the chorus of moans accompanied by your flesh slapping against their flesh are more than enough of a validation. 

“Going to cum, fuck,” you quietly announce, not wanting to let one seize demand over the other, but their ears catch wind of your little words. They tilt their heads slightly upward, still in the throes of bodily pleasure.

“Please cum for me.”

“Cum inside me, baby.”

Distinct as their voices are, they’re indiscernible to your ears, especially when they’re so husky and strained. Using the last of your strength, you pull out of someone’s pussy, stroke your throbbing cock with your hand, gasping and grunting as you finally let go. Gripping the other hand on someone’s waist, thick streaks of seed stain both girls’ clothes and cheeks, coat reddish spots of pounded flesh, letting it drip down their butt and thighs, to their boots.

The two girls lie motionless on the desk while you cling to their waist, gasping for air, barely holding out after your powerful release. Their legs and ass glow with your freshly coated sheen under the orange lights of the bedroom, and they sparkle brighter than any diamond in the world. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” Yujin’s voice brings you back to reality. She’s the first to catch you in her embrace, cheekily smiling. 

Unable to muster up the strength to speak, you simply nod, head still spinning.

“Is it okay if I ask you a question?” Wonyoung asks, having unlatched herself from the table to join in the embrace, pecking your cheek with her soft lips. Your eyes glaze over the young beauty in response.

“Whose pussy was better? Mine or hers?”

A question you certainly have no answer to—nor do you have any intention of answering.

“I guess he’s still undecided,” says Wonyoung, turning to her senior, smirking. “Do you know?”

“Nope. I have no idea either.” Yujin’s sweet grin turns into the same, wicked smirk. 

Something’s wrong; you can feel it. You feel yourself staggering backward, saved only by their embrace of you. Yujin and Wonyoung kiss and moan into your body while moving you in the direction of the bathroom.

Possession of control swings back in their favor. They have you exactly where they want.

“Only one way to find out.”

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(A/N: Holy shit this one was an uphill one to create. I’m not a Wonyoung simp, not in the slightest even after writing this piece, but her SBS Gayo outfit made me feel some kind of way. Then there’s Yujin being perfect as always. This is barely my new longest fic, topping out at a little over 12K words, and working on it became a chore at times. I only revisited this universe only because of those outfits and how good they looked together. Thank you for reading!)

Thinking about you (Choi Yena)

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Thank you @capslocked for reading and input <3

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> How have you been doing? I miss u ㅠㅠ

> I hope you’re taking care of yourself and eating well ㅠㅠ

> I can’t wait for you to hear the comeback!

> Let’s meet each other soon

> I hope you’re thinking of me too

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She was absolutely right.

You missed her. The old her. Clear flashes of her energetic, glowing face persisted, but so did those unfathomable, lewd expressions.

You never looked at Yena the same way you did before. She was an entirely different person after the day you met.

Not a single night passes by without you restlessly thinking about the fanmeet. You got way more than your money’s worth, even if it punched a hole so deep in your pocket that only recently began to heal from. It was both the best and the worst night of your life. Almost six months have passed, yet it hasn’t sunk fully in your head that this bright, cutesy idol moonlights as an eager cockslut to her most dedicated supporters.  

That isn’t to say you’ve never stopped supporting her. To the dismay of your neighbors, her music plays over a hundred times a day inside your apartment, any of her social media posts is an automatic like, and you don’t open up YouTube without watching at least one video of her, be it a performance or her other content. It’s an obsession bordering on lunacy; it might actually be lunacy.

Your credit card may as well be linked with Yena, even though she’s nothing but an idol to you. In her eyes, you’re just a mere fan. Since that fateful day, you didn’t spend a single coin on any of her merch—not even when she had her first comeback—but you’ve always kept that Universe membership active. That notification from the app is your version of the morning newspaper. Your daily routine grinds to a complete halt whenever you hear that sound. Your brain hardwired itself to instinctively grab the phone, dash and flick through the screen, as if your life depended on it.

On the screen are four new photos. Usually she sends selfies with a common style: Acting cutesy and bright, pouting and puckering her trademark duck lips on camera. This time, it’s different. 

It’s only ever seen seldomly in live performances—think her red top at that one festival or a similarly matching green crop she previously wore—but she’s rocking a white crop top with jeans, perfect belly exposed, complemented by faux panties linked to her pants. Her plaid is dropped down her arms, shoulders fully exposed. It’s bold. It’s scandalous. To almost everyone else, it’s a dramatic shift from her bubbly concepts, but you, along with a lucky few, have already seen this before—far beyond explicit detail.

Immediately, your thoughts return back to last summer. Quick, vivid flashes of her in every lewd position imaginable play in your head. Whenever you see that face, you can’t help but be reminded of how you were atop her, how your cock was deep inside her mouth, and how she was carelessly used by five different men, including you. A cloud of guilt and trauma lingers over you, still incapable of grasping how this cute girl with a colorful image, enjoys being taken in such a pornographic manner. 

Still, the door to the past remains open, enough for a little light to seep in—or in this case, darkness. 

Another bell, another notification. She follows up her jaw dropping photos with three perfectly timed messages:

> I can’t wait to show you a different side of me ㅠㅠ

> Some of you already have ;)

> You mean a lot to me, jigumi

It’s almost like she’s reading your mind, actively dissecting your thought process, and using the right words to drag you back into that darkness. Most people would definitely embrace and relish in it, but not you. In your eyes, she’s still an idol with a family friendly image to uphold, and not everything is tainted, but when Yena herself comes out with these kinds of photos and outfits, you’re like a parent dumbfounded at their child for being rebellious. 

She’s an adult and she can do whatever she wants—you acknowledge this—but your heart feels heavy seeing her act this bold and confident.

A handful times you’ve considered dropping her. It’s not like she’s the only idol you like; you like her former members just as much, some of which are prospering in their new groups, but you’ve always had a special connection to Yena, one that was corrupted when you participated in that fanmeet. She’s still the same Yena, with the same charms that caught your attention, but it seems as if you’re looking at a clone or a variant. It doesn’t feel the same.

Suddenly, you hear a knock on the door, interrupting your deep contemplation. It’s probably one of your neighbors, as usual. Lxxk 2 You plays over the big television subwoofers, bass thumping, loud as if it were a concert, and it’s that time of the night when most working people should be sleeping. You should be preparing for bed too, but you’re considering other activities before you get some shut eye.

So you hop off from the couch and walk over to the flat’s entrance, powering the music down to ear-friendly levels. You open the door, and your face goes wide, completely in shock.

It takes everything in you not to shout like the building’s on fire. Celebrities shouldn’t be visiting middle class apartments randomly, nor should they be knocking on people’s doors, especially this late at night—unless an entire camera crew is behind them. Not a single camera person or hidden camera in sight.

This has to be some sort of elaborate stage prank, because the timing couldn’t be any more on point; then again, that’s what you thought when she began undressing in front of you.

Yena’s standing at your apartment entrance, grinning from ear to ear. In her tiniest, squeakiest tone, she whispers, “Hi.”

As if you were gonna say anything back, and even if you had something to say, the overwhelming emotions you’re feeling derail your train of thought.

She playfully leans her face close to yours, eyes scanning your idle, unintentionally humorous expressions. “Looks like someone’s happy to see me again.” 

An understatement. Despite the emotional conflict you were dealing with, no words and no width of a smile can express how excited you were to see her in the flesh—and right at your doorstep, no less. Unless—

“It’s—it’s y-you, right? Tell me this isn’t a joke.” Doubt makes itself evident in your anxious tone. You didn’t want to expect much, only for that hope to be ripped to shreds.

“Of course it’s me!” Yena puts her hands on her waist, jokingly pouting, as if she was offended. “Who else would be knocking on your door this late at night?”

Blinking rapidly while you stare, still in utter disbelief, a momentary pause before you reply, “My neighbors?”

“Really?” Expecting a predictable answer, only to be subverted, her eyes dilate. “I’m sorry. I can come back next week if you want—” 

“No!” The scream you let out echoes throughout the hallway, foregoing any form of built up subtlety. Joke or not, it’s far too soon for this fleeting moment to end. “I—I didn’t expect you to show up like this at all.”

“Nobody does.” Yena giggles, and it’s cute, warm, and everything that drew you to her in the first place. “Anyway, if you want me to stay, you can invite me inside your place and we can talk some more.”

She didn’t need to add a follow up smile. You were always going to welcome her regardless of whether or not she said anything.

—————

Call it hyperbole, but you’re really caught up in your own feelings. How wishy-washy you are— contemplating whether supporting Yena was the right thing to do, only to drop those questions the moment she appears at your doorstep, reminding you that nothing of value was lost.

From the dining area, Yena casually watches you teeter across your little kitchen, holding that smile from outside your flat. Ignore the hot kettle in your hand; you can’t last even a few seconds without looking in her direction, sometimes meeting her gaze. When your eyes do meet, there’s a spark, a connection taking form, but it’s make-belief inside your head. She has a finger gently placed on her rosy cheek. It gives you butterflies in your stomach. Then her grin broadens an inch wider, and your heart races. Every little thing she does makes you flutter, as if you’re having a crush on someone for the first time.

Yena has this large racing jacket layered on top of what appears to be a gray sleeveless dress shirt with matching color skirt, striking a balance between quirky and attractive. Even outside of her profession, she always dresses unconventionally—probably because it’s her style, and not only because she wants to stand out. Had she appeared in that fit from the photos she sent half an hour ago, you wouldn’t have been able to control yourself.

Despite the beautiful distraction occasionally getting in the way of your focus, somehow, you’re able to brew up some hot chocolate to serve to your guest. She already had dinner earlier—she told you right as you led her inside—and thank goodness for that; you didn’t want her to use your bathroom for all the wrong reasons, make her second guess the decision to randomly visit a fan out of the blue, especially right before a comeback. Worst case scenario would be a reported hospitalization and the postponing of many different schedules, all because of you.

Can you imagine the fallout? 

It’s probably best not to think about it too much, especially after she drank through the whole mug like it was a bowl of ramen. There’s small residue, tiny little specks on her lips, and she has this gleeful, childlike look in her eyes. 

God, you’re so cute, you think to yourself.

“It’s really good,” she says, turning her gaze to you, shifting to a more businesslike stance in a snap, smiling and nodding. “Thank you.”

No words can describe how mushy your heart feels. Being complimented by your favorite idol—your favorite person—has to be one of the highest forms of validation possible. You’re set for life. If she tells you to quit your job to sell drinks instead, you’d drop the resignation letter in a heartbeat.

“Would you like another?” you ask. The joy is too much to contain, cutting loose in the form of a toothy grin. 

“This is enough, but thanks,” she replies, and you’re brought back down to earth again. Still, this memory will last as long as you live. 

Deep in thought, her eyes roll down to the empty mug. Her index finger runs loops around the cup’s edge. Even when she’s doing seemingly mundane things to pass the time, you’re left in awe of how gorgeous she looks. You already saw her before, under different circumstances, and she was everything you hoped for—far better than what any camera captured. Here, with less makeup and with a more casual fit, she was as close to perfection as she can possibly be.

You look at her for what appears to be hours, soaking in the sight of a homely Yena you’ve previously only imagined in dreams. The way you stare at her, scan even the tiniest of motions, and examine every little part of her leans on disturbing at points, yet she doesn’t say a word, nor does she care to glance in your direction. She appears lost in thought, mindlessly using the cup as a tool to exercise her brain. You’re anxious to say a word, let alone ask a question—and you’ve got plenty.

“I bet you’re wondering,” she says suddenly, tone hushed, eyes focused on the mug’s base, index finger still running laps on the edge. Pausing, she repeats herself, reforming her train of thought. “I bet you’re wondering why I’m here.”

“Yeah.”

There’s one of your questions, delivered in a way you’re unable to. At least she knew that one, but she may as well have known everything inside your head over the last several months.

“I like to remember the people in my fanmeets.” She lifts her finger off the cup, cleans the stains off the fingerprints by rubbing it against the wooden surface of the table. “And I checked who I haven’t spoken to in a while, and guess what? We haven’t interacted since then. At all.”

Your eyebrows lift, concerned more than surprised. “You’ve been visiting your fans?”

Her eyes slide up, meeting yours in a magnetic gaze. She flashes you a grin, no different from any of her other smiles, but you’re immediately smitten. “I do.”

There’s a pause, a moment where you stare into each other like you’re both in love. You’re smiling too. 

“I mean—I don’t go out of my way to visit them.” Yena breaks the tension, averting eye contact. The right sleeve of her jacket slides down, exposing a lot of shoulder and skin. It’s dangerous, how nonchalant at how sexy she is. “Everyone sends me a message, and they usually run over to my place to do the thing, then they leave.”

“Damn,” you comment, taken aback by her sudden reveal. “You let everyone run through you so easily?”

“I don’t hate it. I enjoy it.” Yena fires a mild scowl at you, seemingly insulted by the manner in how you said it. “You were there, you know.”

You lean back into your chair, rattled by her sudden stern demeanor. “Yeah, but—”

“Idol life is exhausting. I’m sure you know that, right?” interjects Yena, half pouting and half grimacing, her brows lowered. “I need an outlet from all the stress, and what better way than to get some from my fans? They get to feel good, and I feel good too. It’s a win-win.”

“It has to hurt at some point,” you reply, even more worried. The thought of Yena being used on a daily basis many times agonizes you, yet you never really mused the idea when you were using her mouth. 

“I’m used to it, don’t worry.” She relaxes her composure, gradually returning to her softer side. “You weren’t this worried when you were shoving that long dick of yours down my throat.”

Consider your argument invalid. You look down at the table, guilty as charged.

“Something up? I remember how hesitant and nervous you were, but you still used me like everyone else.” She holds your hand, drawn into a knuckle, inching her face a bit closer to yours. “Didn’t you enjoy yourself?”

You sigh. “I don’t know if I should say it to you directly.”

“You can tell me everything.” Yena says it with endearing conviction, as if she were your therapist. Here’s the thing, though: you have no experience with one. 

You pause, then you sigh. Again. There’s a line between her invitation and your doubt tugging at you from opposite ends. Months of pent-up turmoil and internal conflict, ready to unload all at once. You have to remind yourself that she’s an idol, not your personal counselor, and it may prove to be overwhelming even for her. There’s her hand, tenderly resting on yours, lulling you into a sense of security, but here comes your mind, acting in ‘self-defense’, feeding you negative thoughts like the three meals you eat every day.

For a third time, you sigh.

Fuck it. You’ve got nothing to lose, anyway.

“God—where do I begin—” you huff, tilting your eyes in the opposite direction, dodging Yena’s perceptive gaze. A brief silence follows. You’re hesitant, undecided on whether to tell all or keep it to yourself, but your toes are already deep in the water—might as well dive in. “I—I thought you were special.”

Yena angles her face, quizzical. “What do you mean?”

“I really liked you from the beginning, when you were still on Produce,” you reply, eyes now facing the direction of the living room. There are a handful of framed photos, mostly Yena photocards from previous releases. “I don’t know how I can properly explain it, but—” you pause. Swallow that lump in your throat. “You were different from every idol I’ve followed before.”

She frowns. The hold on your hand becomes a tad bit tighter.

“Gosh, this is gonna sound so cheesy—” you quietly mutter, chuckling at what you’re about to say. Yena fails to suppress her own giggle, her hand trembling. “But—I thought you were just the best, you know? So funny, so cute, and so talented in every way. You were the perfect girl. Still are.”

Her cheeks blush a bright flowery pink. “That’s really sweet of you to say. Is this a romantic confession?”

“God damn it, Yena—” you quietly groan, rolling your eyes back to your skull. Way to ruin a serious moment with humor. “Kind of! If you want to look at it that way—”

“Not the first time someone outwardly asked me to be their girlfriend. Sorry to tell you this, but I’m kind of busy with myself to have relationships.”

“I mean—no! I don’t want you to be my girlfriend, obviously—” 

“I wonder what she’s gonna say about this one—” 

To your dismay, Yena smirks.

“I don’t have a girlfriend, ugh—” you grumble, annoyed. On the other hand, she’s laughing heartily, enjoying every single moment of the exchange. “Can I just cut to the point?”

She cackles a bit longer before gradually calming down. “Okay, okay. Continue.”

“Okay, where was I? Perfect girl. Right. Point is, I wanted to follow your career and watch you succeed. So when I heard you were coming out with a fun and colorful concept, I was so excited. I knew it was the perfect match for your personality. God, you had no idea how overjoyed I was when I found out I was gonna finally meet you face to face. All that album spending was finally worth it. Then the day arrived, I thought it was gonna be simple and fun. God.”

“Then what happened?” she asks, casually, seemingly oblivious to the sudden widening of your eyes. There’s trauma written on both of them.

“Then you started stripping.”

The little smile on her lips curls, turning serious. “And then?”

You couldn’t really answer, not because you didn’t know—you do—but because you don’t want to elaborate. Even thinking about it now, with whatever confidence you’ve mustered up until this point, this is as far as your resolve can go.

Sighing, you say, “You became tainted to me.”

Yena nods. Ridiculous as it sounds, she immediately understands. “Oh.”

You feel something loosen; it’s her hand on yours, pulling away. A tense silence follows, while you both ruminate over everything that you’ve said. It’s heavy—perhaps a bit too much to take in all at once, like you predicted.

“I still don’t regret it,” she says, pouting. Call it cold, insensitive, or callous, she shows no sign of remorse. “But I understand where you’re coming from. Look at this young idol, she’s cute and sweet, but then she lets herself get used by everyone for fun. I guess you wanted me all to yourself? I don’t blame you. Everyone wants me for themselves, too.”

For a moment, she was close to figuring it out. For a moment.

“It’s not even that,” you reply, unamused at the somewhat narcissistic answer. “I mean—you’re not wrong—”

“There you go!” Yena interrupts, internally celebrating and patting herself on the back. “You’ve said it yourself that you wanted me too. Well, here I am—”

“It’s not that simple!” you shout, throwing your hands in the air out of frustration. Forget that she was an idol, forget that she was a guest—you’re yelling at her the same way you argue with your landlord about rent. “Can you listen to me for just one moment?”

She looks at you, eyes wide and mouth agape. Frozen, stunned, speechless.

For a moment, you hesitate, regret almost immediately striking you in the gut. You don’t blame her if she decides to walk out on you. Wasting time arguing with a fan should be the least of her priorities. She’s a soloist who can go about with her career in any way she wants. You have just as little power over her as anyone else—none.

“God, forget about it,” you say. If there was any moment not to be human, not to be you, it would be now. “I mean—I really do want you, but I just—”

“No, no. Go on. I’m listening.” Yena’s tone and expressions are dead serious—a far cry from the usual jumpy side she normally shows. Her hand snakes back to grab yours. At first, you draw it an inch back, until you change your mind and reach it out for hers again. An olive branch of sorts.

“I don’t know where to begin, Yena. You’re so cute,” you say, staring into her starry eyes, twinkling under the dining room light. “I didn’t expect you to be such a—um, you know—”

“A cock slut?” She says it so casually, it’s off-putting to the ear. It still feels weird to hear those two words come out from those seemingly sweet lips, even though you’ve heard them before.

“Yeah. A cock slut.” The words escape your mouth like puke.  You can feel your conscience gradually die calling her one, worse than any profanity you’ve ever spoken. “Can you not—”

“Of course, of course.” Yena nods. “Sorry.”

“Anyway—” You pat her hand tenderly, rolling your eyes while you condense your thoughts into something coherent. “Look, I just—I really can’t tell if you’re still Yena after what happened. I know this is so stupid, but I always liked your cute image, and now it’s ruined.”

She caresses your hand back, showing a little reassuring smile. “Aw. I’ve heard that before, and I understand where you’re coming from, but as an artist, I want to make the music I want, and I want to be more than one-dimensional. I want to show sides I never could when I was in a group. I want to be great at everything, so you can be proud of supporting a multi-talented idol.” 

“I’m already proud of you,” you whisper. “You’re already perfect in my eyes.”

“I appreciate it, and I appreciate you for supporting me all these years.”

Next thing you know, your hands are no longer on each other—they’re caressing rosy cheeks, feeling the warmth and affection of the other’s skin. You’re staring. With much of the angst you’ve repressed is finally poured out, there’s nothing left except a growing desire of want and lust.

“So, you don’t want to support me anymore?” she asks. Seeing the disheartening look on her features breaks your heart. It’s like saying farewell to a best friend going away, never to be seen again. “I understand, but I am always grateful—”

“No. I still want to cheer you on. I just—this is just a little too fast for me, seeing you mature gracefully.” 

Her smile grows a bit wider. After the dark clouds, the sun shines brighter. It’s not over. “I’m still young, so I’m not maturing that fast. At the end of the day, I’ll always be your duck—and your smiley hero.”

—————

It happened way too fast. Love makes no sense. 

How quick those tense moments fly by, only to be replaced by bliss so shortly after.

She kissed you, pulled you close by the fabric of your shirt. Feelings of a long distance relationship that may have blossomed in another life spring forth. It’s reconciliation. It’s a reconnection. 

It’s like the last half-hour of superficial melodrama never even happened.

Then again, you should have known exactly why she was here to begin with.

Before you know it, you’re making out with each other passionately as you head into the bedroom together. Her jacket’s long gone, forgotten somewhere in your living room. Based on how muted the music has become, you may have a hunch as to where it ended up. There’s little resistance from your end; you submit to her quicker than when you shared her with others.

Some things are best experienced alone, and making love with Yena is one of them.

Your lips trace down to her chin, to her soft, sensitive neck. She whines. It’s a sweet sound that tickles your ears. Raising her head up for greater access, you leave marks deep into her flesh, assert full ownership of her body, even just for one night. You hold her by her shoulders, hugging her like your favorite pillow, kissing her delicious, mushy skin, leaving red blemishes on her cute figure, glowing brighter than the sun.

“Mmm, this feels so good,” she whines, humming. She grabs a fistful of your hair while weaving her other hand between your chest lightly pressing on hers. The little separation breaks your attention. When you regain some semblance of restraint, you note the last of the buttons on her dress shirt come off, a black bra revealed behind it. With an inviting smirk, she looks at you with glazed eyes, indicating what she wants without the need for words. 

There’s a tinge of anger, some leftover frustration, in those hands of yours. You shove her down, send her crashing to the bed. It only serves to arouse Yena even further. Your pupils are dilating, driven crazy by the lewd scene playing out in real time. It’s a possessed, hungry stare, ignoring all those endless hours of existential contemplation within mere seconds. 

How quick you are to throw away your qualms on a whim.

She looks up at you with an intense, deep glare. Instantly getting up from the fall, her fingers dig deep into your pants.

She isn’t the only thing quick to rise tonight. 

Your pants are the next to fall, shortly followed by your underwear. Only now do you realize the disparity between you and Yena—how you’ve been talking to her in your pajamas while she’s dressed up like a star. Given the circumstances, you’re not at fault, but still—shameful. The only thing saving you from embarrassment is your lack of self-awareness, and that your erect cock demands complete attention. Soon, those carefully curated nails dig into your skin, making you wince. A brief retaliation. It’s not like you can do anything back, even if she gracefully relinquished control to you. 

Nothing worth getting flustered for, you’ll both be down to your barest shortly.

“Can I?” asks Yena, in her cutest tone, hot air against your tip making you shiver. It’s almost fucked how she pleads to you while readying herself to do the one of the filthiest things imaginable. Tip barely grazing her strawberry lips, her nails itching to grab you by the length, it would be criminal at this point to say no.

You barely notice you’ve given your approval. Almost immediately she takes your tip into her mouth with a delicate hum, so hungry to taste you, so eager to claim you. It takes every bit of your strength not to crumble right then and there, not to succumb to your weakness, clutching at her raven colored locks for support. Both her hands grab you by your girth, stroking your shaft as she plunges it deeper into her maw, devouring you.

Every breath you take is tense, like it’s the last one before you inevitably drown. Based on how consumed you are by pleasure, you’re practically halfway there. Mouth agape, eyes completely shut, hands gripping and losing hold of Yena repeatedly while she vigorously sucks your cock, purring with delight as she engulfs you with her wetness and spit.

“Ummmppfff.” Yena releases your dick from her mouth with a sloppy pop, your shaft now coated in a fresh sheen of saliva and precum. The relief is only temporary as she leashes your cock with her hand, pumping you at a steady but excruciating tempo. 

When you manage to reopen your eyes, the first thing you see is the pornographic expression in her eyes meeting you halfway as her tongue laps up your tip, followed by your underside, then down to your balls, swallowing some of it in her mouth. Kissing around your balls, she refocuses her attention back to your cock as it leaks some more.

“Oh my God—” you groan, still holding onto her locks, before the rest of your unspoken words deteriorate into nothing more than pleasurable, erotic sounds. In some twisted form of appreciation, she pecks up your balls as your tip stains her tiny nose, before putting your girth back into her mouth again.

The short bursts of moans you make spiral into a strain of prolonged, breathy groans. Add the occasional drop of her name and a curse, and it’s the perfect string of praises to give to her. Yena’s tempo goes haywire, losing herself in ecstasy of your cock deeply buried in the back of her throat without any gag reflex. She’s all blushed up, makeup and sweat and precum glazed on a perfect canvas—an expression of wanton desire. Before it dawns on you, she surrenders herself to your most basic of urges, allowing you to fuck her face without consideration for thought or comfort. 

The hair tie keeping her locks together loosens. Another chain unshackled. You don’t really need your eyes open to know how much Yena loves your cock—how she tightly keeps your shaft sealed between her lips with each thrust, how she sings the sweetest song, and how much spit she lathers all over your shaft. All of these sensations combine for a shiver that’s the closest experience to heaven, almost as if she’s ripping your soul out of you.

Yena rushes the pace even further, grabs your ass from underneath you. She doesn’t care that she chokes and coughs from desperation to fill her mouth. She knows something you don’t. The signs are starting to show: the rapidly expanding tension in your loins and the quivering in your legs—an inevitable climax is about to happen, and you’re trying in vain to keep yourself in this position even a second longer than you deserve.

“Fuck, Yena, I’m gonna—”

Determined, she pushes you against her, makes sure your cock is tickling the deepest part of her throat. It’s enough of a rush that spikes an incomprehensible high before you’re sent spiraling back down to earth almost as quickly. Just like that, you’re gone. Your body shuddering, Yena takes you all in like an open faucet, thirstily swallowing every thick, warm shot of cum down her dry throat. 

She releases your withering cock from her airtight lips with a familiar sounding pop, breaking the thin connection between her mouth and your tip made of saliva and seed.  Playfully, she swallows her throat in a show of glee, grinning from ear-to-ear. That’s the first thing you see when you regain your senses.

Your legs are barely holding out, only supported by whatever willpower left in you remains, and your hand pressed into her long, loose dark locks. While you’re gathering yourself, she grips onto your thighs, licks the tip with her filthy, cum-stained tongue, then around the rest of your shaft to render it ‘clean.’ 

You consider that a night well spent, and more than enough, but for Yena, one isn’t enough. To her, it was merely an appetizer.

“You done?” she asks, innocently, but to your ears, it’s almost teasing, mocking—at your poor stamina.

“Not yet,” you say, still gasping in between. 

“That’s what I wanna hear.”

Yena pulls you overhead, sends you down to the bed on all fours, hovering atop her lithe figure. It’s an arousing sight enough to make you hard, but sore—and you’re slowly coming around the fact that you sorely needed her. So you lean down and kiss her, show her intimacy you’ve previously only done in private, behind these same closed doors by yourself, when it was only you and a photograph of her.

Kiss her again. The way it plays out seems ripped directly from your dreams, but something seems a bit off—she still has the rest of her clothes on. 

So you quickly dispose of them, to the floor where they belong—bra first, followed by her panties. In between, you shower her with delicate kisses down her body, from her chin and neck, to her chest as you peel the lingerie off her, down to her toned tummy. You reach between her groin, make instant work of her underwear, and note her already sopping, wet cunt.

That too, you give a kiss of appreciation. 

Right as you’re about to leave, Yena’s thighs begin to clench between your face, denying you an opportunity to leave without a taste of her as well. It’s a brutal sweeping force pulling you in, and you can do nothing but concede, allowing yourself to get swept away in her over wetness. Her body writhes, squirms as you indulge in her, lapping your tongue around her tasty flesh and her sensitive clit.

“Mm—oh t-that’s so—f-fuck—” she whines, tensing up and body clenching tighter as you devour her with greater hunger than what she did to your cock. 

It only serves to spur you on, unlocks a deeper level of thirst and instinct you thought you never had. With a frenzied pace, your tongue sticks to her mouthwatering clit like a magnet, with her mmms and aaahs in the background urging you to take it all. Any spilled drop of her would be a waste, and you’re determined to make sure none of it goes anywhere except your mouth.

Her body quickens and accelerates to its natural bliss, faster than you expected, and you can feel every nerve, every fiber burn and tense beyond the point of repair, yet she can’t—and won't—stop moaning, unable to keep herself shouting with ecstasy, crying out your name like you’re her savior. Hands gripped on the sheet, she eagerly anticipates the moment you’ll deliver her to her nirvana, her paradise, and you’re working your hardest to bring her there.

Digging your fingers between your thighs, you slip a digit around her delicate folds, and it drives her mad. She lets out her loudest yelp, a scream worth a neighbor’s concern, but you’re beyond past caring for subtlety. Let them knock, let them burst through the door. They’ll have to drag you away for you to stop.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, I—”

It’s on a rather weak flick that sends her careening over the edge. Your face becomes a vessel for a torrent of ambrosia, of gooey juices to gush over. She twitches and groans, enveloped in a shockwave of her own high. Releasing your fingers from inside her, you barely hold her upright, keep her legs suspended in limbo while you’re still an outlet of pleasure she uses to fill up. 

Winding down, the grip on her thighs loosens. For the first time in minutes, you can finally breathe. When you emerge from her delicious clit, you’re a beautiful mess, a canvas made of ecstasy and slick—an image she always draws for every fan she meets, and perfectly recreates.

And it still isn’t enough to satiate her.

“I need that dick inside me,” says Yena, delivered low and seductive. She extends her arm out, points out your already hard cock. This was her plan all along—to buy time while you ready yourself for the second time. “I can’t go without at least one nice warm load in this wet pussy.”

You sigh—not out of frustration, but exhaustion. 

She smirks and silently giggles. “I didn’t see you grumble like that at the fanmeet. Now that we’re all alone, you have me all to yourself. Come on. Use me. Fuck me.”

It’s not just in the way she says such profane, salacious words to lure you, it’s in the elaborate order she says them—like she’s practiced it meticulously a thousand times, and knowing everything now, it makes complete sense.

Yet with the way your body moves, how you almost immediately respond to her call, it works to near perfection. 

Hand on your cock, you hover atop her, line your shaft against her sopping cunt, force a gentle whine in response. Testing the waters, you whisper against her lips, “How do you want it?”

“Any way you want,” she mumbles back, smiling sweetly, but the intent behind the expression is anything but. Her hand traces the outline of your free arm, up to your cheek, caressing your face tenderly—a display of gentleness in the middle of high tension. “From here, from behind, on all fours—maybe even my mouth again. All up to you.”

So many options to choose from, you wish you had the strength and the endurance to do them all—maybe in that order as well. It’s an inconsequential question and challenge, but the decision making is more than existential. You don’t know when you’ll get to have an opportunity like this again.

Her lidded eyes stare into yours, anticipating your next move. Leaning into her ear, you moan into her as you penetrate her pussy with your shaft, her cry melding with yours into a harmonious sound. Your hands intertwine with hers, lifting them over her shoulders as you slip your cock into her tight, suffocating cunt. Missionary might be the least inviting of all the possible positions, but you wanted to see her crack, to see her fall apart, to see her break.

Unsurprisingly, she does. Between one deep nail into her after another, you watch Yena crumble into a lewd, pornographic heap of skin. Her eyes go shut and her lips curl, melt wide open, moaning and cursing like they’re the only words she ever knows. The same expressions that haunted you are back, but with the way you’re smiling, now you’re master over them—it doesn’t torment you anymore. 

Call yourself hypocritical, but you’re enjoying every moment of this, every moment of your cock buried inside of her cunt—for yours alone. Combine your collective moans with the sound of your thighs sloppily slapping against each other, you’re making beautiful music. 

“Fuck, Yena. Fuck, Yena.” Your thoughts loop between those two words, with nothing else to fill in the gaps, and it eventually materializes on your lips. There’s her breasts, bouncing vibrantly with each ripple of her body, so that might be the distraction. You grip them with a hand and it doesn’t change anything. At best, it only changes her pitch. You’re fucking her, that’s for sure. 

Many nights you’ve secretly wished and pined for this moment—and at times, you’ve slept with wet fingers pretending it would come. Now it’s here, at its apex, and you don’t want to let the time slip away—at least not yet.

Your body doesn’t follow, doesn’t recognize you’re one whole entity. It’s rebellious. It thrusts, it picks up speed, it only knows to go either 0 or 100. There’s no in-between. Yena’s perfect figure recognizes how unruly you are. Her pussy flexes against your cock harshly. It may as well be a death grip. It’s almost taunting to see how difficult she makes it for you to slip out, so determined to make you cum in as little time as possible. 

She has places to be, but you’ll make sure she doesn’t walk out of here unless it’s limping.

Even that proves to be counterproductive. The way you rail her, exert every last bit of effort into ensuring your dick is deeply buried inside her as humanly possible proves to be too much for your own body. Your pelvic joints flare up, ache and sore, pleading for you to be gentle, but anything less would be a disappointment to Yena. That’s how she wants it, and you’re more than willing to sacrifice yourself to give her everything.

You’ve drowned out her loud screams at this point. Even the idea of a few more minutes seems out of reach. Yena helplessly quivers beneath you, screaming in both agony and joy as you wildly fuck her, completely submissive to your most radical of whims. Rational thinking is practically non-existent, only dependent on the most basic and primal of your instincts to end her—and yourself.

Mouth agape, exposed neck with red sores all over from marks you’ve unknowingly made, she cries out, aware of your plight, “I can feel you’re so close to cumming—Give it to me—I can tell how badly you want to cum—just give in and fill me up!”

You can’t even look at Yena, losing the last of your restraint rapidly by the second. The sight of your cock spearing her beneath doesn’t help either. It’s basically over. With a deep thrust and sigh, you give in and do as she says: fill her up. 

The groan you make is inhuman, borderline animalistic. Without thought, you let yourself go, fire thick shots of cum, one after another inside her soaked pussy. The painful but thrilling feeling lingers on for what may as well be hours. You can’t stop throbbing inside her, pulsating inside her greedy cunt, waiting for your cock to finally stop shooting a presumably infinite amount of seed to fill her with.

Using the last of your strength, you move yourself to the side with enough space that when you eventually crash, your outstretched arm gently settles atop her bare chest. Gone are the loud, deafening moans and unrecognizable bed creaks, replaced by deep, gentle breaths.

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Thank goodness it’s the weekend, otherwise you’d be worrying about the work day to come while you lie restless in bed. Actually, you do have something concerning—the heap of reports your boss gave you earlier that day. You’ll get it started after you’ve gotten enough rest, which will take you into the afternoon.

It’s not the monotony and the tedium of work driving you crazy tonight. It’s Yena. You both should have been completely tired by now, bodies completely drained of all their strength. Instead, you’re trying your hardest not to give in to her advances while she playfully demands another round with you. 

Toss and turn as many times as you want, pretend to act like you’re sound asleep as much as you want, she doesn’t buy into the act. She’s considerate enough to be gentle, but mischievous, kissing every part of you, clambering over your shoulders, looking at you with an unassailable bliss, all while you’re evidently miserable. You were done.

“You don’t have work tomorrow, right?” she asks, so sweetly but quite taunting. Her arm wraps around your waist, teasingly going for your groin, completely numb at this point.

“I don’t.” A feeble lie. Even the slightest notion can start another wildfire, so you desperately avoid entertaining her, yet she proves to be more persistent than you bargained for.

“Come on, then. I suppose you don’t have a little more for me, right?” Yena flips you face up that you’re staring into each other’s eyes. She’s still hungry, still greedy, a fire still brightly lit within them. 

Sighing, you lightly lift your head, pulling her face close for a chaste kiss. Then she steals whatever control you have. It spirals out into a full-blown make out session.

Next thing you know, she’s riding you, moans overpowering the aching and groaning you loins feel, demanding every last drop out of you, yet you can do nothing but watch helplessly as you succumb to her wanton desires. 

Then you flip her around and pound her against the backdrop of a mirror, making your argument completely pointless.

Plenty of time has already gone to waste, and you will spend some more, but you don’t regret a single second of it.

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“Thank you for a wonderful time,” says Yena, cheekily smiling as she crosses beyond your entrance door. Fully dressed and mostly clean, she sounds like a guest for a simple dinner—as if you didn’t rail her five times throughout the night. 

“Yeah, thank you as well,” you say, holding your throat between words, unsure whether you’re feeling guilty or awkward—perhaps both, but it’s a terrible disguise for the high you’re actually feeling. “Thanks for thinking of me.”

“Gosh, you should just drop the act. I know you actually enjoyed it.” 

Caught red-handed, you lift your hands, shrugging your shoulders playfully. You’re lightly smirking, barely suppressing a chuckle. She’s right. “Yeah. Sure did.” 

“Comeback’s on Monday. Maybe I wear this outfit during the showcase,” she remarks—the first time she’s said something about her occupation throughout her stay with you. Winking, she adds, “I hope you enjoy the new music. I’ll show a different side of me.”

“Heh. I have already seen it.” 

“And I have already seen yours. To be quite honest, I quite like it.” Yena shoots continued winks at you, her favorite weapon of choice. “I’d like to see more of it, in fact.”

Tilting your chin up, amusement clearly written on your features, you fold your arms. “I know you’re busy and all, but I don’t know when I’ll get to see you again.”

“I don’t really have a lot going on. Just some appearances, but no serious music show promotions, so you’ll see me sooner than you think, who knows?” Yena waves you goodbye while you slowly but quietly pull the door on her, her cheery smile persistent even with the sight of your evident sadness. “Please rest, okay? Oh, and check your table later. See you.”

Instead of taking her words to heart, the dinner table is the first place you head to, not your bed. On the edge lies a polaroid of you two like a couple, her arms wrapped around you in a bear hug. Behind is a 10 digit number with a note written beneath in tiny letters, but with the three most encouraging words your eyes will have the joy of reading.

> Call me anytime. <3

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(A/N: I figured it was high time to write a Yena fic again. 34-35 days is like the longest gap between fics on a non-hiatus period. I thought it was kind of interesting to explore what happens to an OC after one of those fanmeets like that of Make me smile, make me scared. Thank you for reading!)