"Annyeonghaseyo," Miyeon said shyly, her cheeks flushing a soft pink as she tried to get the attention of the handsome man sitting across the bustling café. She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her long, black hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall.
The man looked up from his laptop, a puzzled expression on his face. He clearly hadn't understood her greeting. "Hi," he responded with a warm smile. "Is there something I can help you with?"
Miyeon bit her lower lip, nervously playing with the translator app on her phone. She had practiced her English lines for weeks, but the moment had arrived, and her mind was a whirlwind. She hoped the app would be her wingman today. "Yes," she murmured, holding up the phone. "I am Miyeon. From Korea. You...are...my...type."
The man's smile grew wider as he read the translation. His eyes met hers, sparkling with amusement and intrigue. "I'm Y/N," he said, pointing to himself. "And you're definitely the most interesting thing that's happened to me in this café."
Miyeon's heart skipped a beat as she read his response on the screen. She had always been curious about dating outside of her country, and here she was, trying to flirt with a white man, a fantasy she had harbored for a long time. Her group's manager had always warned them about maintaining their image, but she was on a break from her K-pop group G-idle, and she had decided that this was the perfect opportunity to explore her desires.
The café was a cozy haven from the New York City rush, its walls adorned with vintage posters and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. Miyeon's eyes took in every detail, from the way the sunlight danced on the wooden floors to the clinking of spoons against porcelain cups. It was her first day in America, and she was eager to absorb the culture she had only seen in movies and dramas.
Y/N leaned in closer, his interest piqued by the beautiful stranger. "So, what brings you to the city?" he asked.
Miyeon paused, her thumb hovering over the app's screen. "Vacation," she typed, feeling a flutter in her stomach. "I want to see America...and maybe find love?"
Y/N raised an eyebrow, reading the translation. He couldn't help but chuckle at her honesty. "Well, Miyeon," he began, "I'd be happy to show you around. And who knows, maybe we'll find that love along the way."
They decided to start with the mall, a place where Y/N knew she would love the blend of familiar brands and unique American experiences. As they strolled through the gleaming corridors, Miyeon's eyes widened with wonder, taking in the sights and sounds of shoppers from various walks of life. They stopped at a photo booth, the kind that promised to capture their smiles with a series of snapshots. Miyeon's excitement was palpable as she squeezed in beside Y/N, her hands shaking slightly.
The camera flashed, and they both grinned widely, the photos printing out to immortalize their first moments together. They held them up to the light, examining the images with playful scrutiny. "We look good together," Y/N said, nudging her gently.
Miyeon nodded, her eyes shimmering with a hint of mischief. "Maybe one more?"
Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she leaned closer, her sweet perfume enveloping him. The next set of photos were more intimate, their laughter and smiles growing more relaxed with each flash. On a whim, he leaned in and kissed her cheek, catching her by surprise. She blushed, but didn't pull away. Instead, she turned to face him fully, and their eyes met, the connection palpable.
As the sun began to set, painting the sky in a canvas of oranges and pinks, they stepped outside, hand in hand. The warmth of the day had given way to a pleasant evening breeze, carrying with it the distant sound of car horns and chattering pedestrians. They paused at a scenic spot, a fountain with a sculpture of a couple in a passionate embrace. Y/N took out his phone, pointing it at them. "One more?"
Miyeon nodded, her breath hitching slightly. He leaned in, his arm snaking around her waist, and they kissed as the camera clicked away. The kiss was gentle at first, a mere brush of the lips, but it quickly grew into something more, their bodies gravitating towards each other like magnets. It was a moment that seemed to freeze time, their hearts beating in unison as the world rushed by around them.
When they parted, Miyeon looked up at Y/N, her eyes filled with a newfound boldness. She took his hand, leading him to the exit. "Let's go," she said, her voice a soft whisper. "I want to show you something."
The taxi ride to her hotel was a blur of neon lights and unintelligible chatter, her heart racing as she thought about what was to come. The hotel lobby was grand, with chandeliers that cast a warm glow over the marble floor. She felt like Cinderella, except she was the one pulling the strings of this fairytale.
"Y/N," she murmured, her grip on his hand tightening as they stepped into the elevator. "My hotel." The words were barely out of her mouth before the doors slid shut, leaving them alone in the plush, mirrored compartment. The air grew thick with anticipation, their eyes locked in a silent conversation that needed no translation.
They arrived at her floor, the soft ding of the elevator echoing through the corridor. Miyeon's luxury room was a retreat from the chaos of the city, with a view of the twinkling skyline that stretched out like a sea of diamonds. She led him inside, her heart thumping in her chest like a bass in a pop song. The room was immaculate, the king-sized bed an inviting oasis in the center.
Y/N took in the opulence around him, his gaze eventually landing on Miyeon as she stood before him, her eyes a mix of excitement and nerves. He stepped closer, placing a hand on her waist. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.
Miyeon's response was swift and decisive. She reached up, her hands cupping his face, and drew him down for a kiss that was filled with all the pent-up desire she had been feeling since she first laid eyes on him. It was a kiss of hunger, a declaration of intent, and it took Y/N by surprise. His eyes widened for a brief moment before a smoldering look replaced his shock.
Y/N took control, his arms wrapping around her tightly as his kiss grew more intense. He dominated the exchange, his tongue delving deep into her mouth, claiming her in a way that made her body tremble. Miyeon felt a rush of heat flood through her, her knees threatening to buckle under the onslaught of passion. She moaned softly, her hands fisting in his shirt as she tried to keep up with the pace he had set.
He broke away, his breath ragged, leaving her panting and wanting more. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "And so eager."
Miyeon's cheeks burned as she nodded, unable to form coherent words. She had never felt this way before, never experienced such raw passion. Y/N's confidence and dominance were intoxicating, and she found herself eagerly following his lead.
Their kisses grew deeper and more urgent as they stumbled down the hallway towards the bedroom, their clothes seemingly dissolving away with every step they took. Buttons popped and fabric slithered to the floor, leaving a trail of discarded pieces that whispered of their desire. Y/N's hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her soft, pale skin as if he couldn't get enough.
Her own hands weren't idle, unbuttoning his shirt with trembling fingers and pushing it off his broad shoulders. His skin was warm to the touch, and she reveled in the feel of his firm chest beneath her fingertips. His belt buckle clattered to the floor, the sound echoing through the room, a stark reminder of the urgency in their movements.
Finally, they reached the bedroom, the large, inviting bed calling out to them. They tumbled onto the soft sheets, their kisses never breaking. Miyeon's long hair fanned out around them, a stark contrast to the stark white of the bedding. Y/N's hands found the zipper of her dress, pulling it down with a slow, deliberate motion that had her squirming beneath him.
The dress fell away, exposing her to his hungry gaze. He took a moment to appreciate her beauty, the soft curves that had been hidden beneath layers of clothing. His eyes roamed over her, dark with desire, and she felt a thrill run through her. This was it, the moment she had been dreaming of.
The air grew thick with tension as they continued to explore each other's bodies, their kisses becoming more frantic. The bedroom was a cocoon, insulating them from the outside world, allowing them to lose themselves in the moment. Y/N's hands slid up her thighs, sending shivers down her spine as he gently parted her legs.
Miyeon felt her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps as she looked into his eyes. She had never been more vulnerable, more exposed, but with him, she felt safe. Her hands found his waist, her nails digging in as she pulled him closer, her body arching towards his.
He kissed a trail down her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone, leaving a delicate line of fire in his wake. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they peaked beneath his touch. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as the sensation overwhelmed her.
Their kisses grew more desperate as their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the music of their shared passion filling the air. Y/N's weight shifted, and she felt the heat of him pressing against her thighs. Her hand slid down, her fingertips grazing the waistband of his pants, and she could feel the evidence of his desire.
The moment was upon them, a crescendo of emotion and need. With a final, gentle kiss, Y/N positioned himself above her, their eyes locked. The anticipation was unbearable, a sweet agony that had her trembling.
"Be gentle, please," Miyeon whispered, her voice barely audible. Her eyes searched his, seeking reassurance in the sea of uncertainty that was her first time.
Y/N's expression softened, a look of wonder and respect in his eyes. "I was shocked that a beautiful girl like you is a virgin," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Don't worry, I'll make sure it's perfect."
With that promise, he began to explore her further, his hands and mouth worshipping every inch of her body. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, each touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her. His touch was feather-light, as if he was afraid she might shatter under his touch. But Miyeon was no fragile porcelain doll; she was a woman on the brink of discovering a new aspect of herself, and she craved the release that only he could provide.
Y/N's fingers danced over her stomach, teasing the edge of her panties before finally sliding beneath the fabric. Her breath hitched as he touched her, his fingers skimming over her sensitive skin. He took his time, building the tension with every stroke, until she was a quivering mess beneath him.
Miyeon's body responded to his ministrations, her hips rising to meet his hand. The feeling was so intense, so overwhelming, that she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips. He looked up, his eyes dark with desire, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
He slid her panties down, exposing her to the cool air of the room. She felt a flash of vulnerability, but his warm gaze made her feel cherished, not exposed. He kissed her thighs, working his way closer to the apex of her need.
When he finally reached her center, she gasped, her body arching off the bed. His mouth was hot, his tongue teasing and exploring, and she could feel herself spiraling towards the precipice of pleasure.
"Ahh, keep going," Miyeon moaned, the words spilling from her lips in a mix of Korean and English. Y/N's eyes met hers, and he took that as the green light he needed to deepen his kiss. His tongue delved into her folds, finding her clit and circling it with expert precision. Her legs fell open wider, inviting him in, her hands tangled in his hair as she held him there, urging him to never stop.
Her breath grew shallow and ragged as the pleasure built within her, her body tightening like a coil ready to spring. "Ahh, Y/N," she gasped, her back arching off the bed. He hummed against her, the vibration sending waves of ecstasy through her core. She felt her climax approaching, a warm glow that grew brighter with every flick of his tongue.
And then it hit her, a tidal wave of sensation that made her entire body spasm. Her first orgasm with another person washed over her, more intense than any she had ever experienced alone. She cried out, her nails digging into his scalp, her legs trembling around his shoulders. Her eyes squeezed shut, she could see stars behind her lids, a symphony of color and light that danced in time with the pulsing in her veins.
Y/N didn't wait for her to catch her breath. Instead, he took advantage of her heightened state, slipping one finger into her drenched pussy. Miyeon's eyes snapped open, wide with surprise, and she watched him through a haze of pleasure as he began to pump in and out of her slowly. His movements were deliberate and measured, as if he was savoring every second. She could feel herself stretching around him, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Ahh," she moaned, the sound a sweet symphony in his ears. Encouraged, he added a second finger, scissoring them apart to prepare her for what was to come. The sensation was incredible, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that made her toes curl. "So good, fuck," she murmured in broken English, the words falling from her lips like a prayer.
Y/N took her clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking and suckling the sensitive nub. Miyeon's hips bucked, her body writhing beneath him as he brought her closer to the edge once again. He felt her tighten around his fingers, her muscles clenching with every stroke. His other hand reached up, cupping her breast, his thumb rolling her nipple between his fingers.
"Ahh, Y/N," she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut. "I wanna pee." The suddenness of her words took him aback, and he pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers for clarification. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from their kisses, and she was panting heavily. "I mean, it feels like... I need to pee, but it's... different."
He chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through her chest, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "It's okay, Miyeon," he assured her. "It's just your body's way of letting you know it's ready." He could see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes, and he knew it was time to take the lead. "Just let it go, baby," he ordered, his voice firm but tender.
And with those words, she did. A gush of liquid heat spurted against his face, her juices spraying against his cheeks and mouth. It was a moment of pure, unbridled intimacy, one that she had never shared with anyone before. Y/N didn't flinch; instead, he leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving hers. He lapped at her, drinking in her sweetness, savoring the taste of her desire.
"Ahh, ahh," she moaned, her voice a symphony of pleasure as she rode the waves of her second orgasm. It was a sound that would be forever etched in his memory, a reminder of the power and beauty of the connection they had just shared. He could feel her pussy clenching around his fingers, her body trembling as she came down from her peak.
Miyeon's eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze as she gasped for air. "I don't know if it feels so good," she murmured, her voice filled with wonder and a hint of disbelief.
Y/N leaned back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug smile playing across his lips. "Trust me," he said, "it's only going to get better." He reached for her hand, gently pulling her upright. "Now, I want to see all of you."
Miyeon's heart was racing as she allowed him to guide her to the center of the bed. He positioned her on all fours, her knees sinking into the plush mattress. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but the excitement coursing through her veins was undeniable. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his intense gaze, and she knew that she was in good hands.
Y/N's hand traveled down her back, tracing the curve of her spine before coming to rest on her ass. He gave her a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing over the tight rosette of her anus. She flinched slightly, unsure of what to expect, but his touch was reassuring. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
With a gentle push, he positioned the head of his erection at her entrance. Miyeon felt her breath catch in her throat as she waited for the inevitable. She had read about this moment, had fantasized about it countless times, but the reality was so much more intense than anything she could have imagined.
"Please, be gentle," she repeated, her voice a soft whisper that seemed to hang in the air between them.
Y/N nodded, his eyes filled with a gentle determination. He leaned over her, his hand resting on the small of her back as he began to push his erection into her. Miyeon's eyes widened, and she bit her lip, feeling a mix of pain and pleasure as her body stretched to accommodate his size. He took his time, his movements deliberate and measured, giving her body a chance to adjust to the new sensation.
But it was more than she could handle. With a sudden jolt, she cried out, "Ahhhh it hurts!" Her voice pierced the quiet of the room, echoing off the walls like a siren's call. Y/N stilled, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you okay?"
Miyeon nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as she took a deep, shuddering breath. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I just... I need a moment."
Y/N's concern was etched on his handsome face as he leaned over her, his hand caressing her back soothingly. "Take your time, Miyeon," he murmured. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."
Miyeon took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his manhood fully sheathed inside her. It was a strange, almost overwhelming sensation, but she knew that this was what she wanted. She nodded again, her eyes still closed tightly. "No, it's okay," she managed to say. "I'm okay."
Y/N watched her for a moment, his hand still resting on her back. He could feel the tension in her body, the way she was holding herself so tightly. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder. "If you're sure," he whispered, his voice a warm caress that sent shivers down her spine.
Miyeon nodded, her eyes still squeezed shut. She took a deep breath, her body tensing in anticipation. And then she felt it, the pressure building, his cock pushing deeper inside her. It was as if she had reached the end, but there was still more to come. She gasped, her nails digging into the bedsheets. The pain was sharp, a knife's edge that cut through the pleasure, but she didn't want him to stop.
"Fuck, your cock is so big," she managed to murmur, her voice strained and needy. "I thought it's already inside me all." Her words were a mix of Korean and English, a jumbled mess of pleasure and pain that only served to excite Y/N further. He felt a surge of pride at her admission, his cock swelling even more at the thought of being the first to claim her tight, virgin pussy.
"It's only a half, Miyeon," he said, his voice a gentle command. "Just hold it." And with that, he pushed in further, the head of his cock breaching the final barrier that stood between her innocence and the carnality she so desperately craved.
Miyeon's cry of "Ahhhh, my pussy was torn" filled the room, a mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to resonate with the very walls of the hotel suite. Her body tensed around him, the muscles of her pussy clamping down as she tried to adjust to his size. He paused, giving her time to get used to the feeling, his hand reaching around to rub her clit in soft, soothing circles.
As the pain began to recede, she felt the warmth of his hand on her shoulder, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "It's okay, you can take it all."
Miyeon took a deep, shaky breath, her body adjusting to the feeling of fullness. "Move, Y/N," she urged, her voice a needy whimper. He began to rock his hips, moving in and out of her with a slow, torturous rhythm that had her gasping for more. She felt her walls stretching around him, accommodating his girth as she grew wetter, her arousal coating his shaft with a slickness that made every movement feel like a delicious agony.
"Fuck, 12 inches of white dick is inside me," she moaned, the words spilling from her lips in a mix of Korean and English. She had never felt so full, so complete. Her voice was a sweet symphony of pleasure, her moans echoing through the room as he began to increase his tempo. Each stroke brought her closer to the edge, her orgasm building like a crescendo within her.
Y/N watched her, his eyes hooded with lust, as he pumped into her. "You're doing so good, Miyeon," he praised, his voice a gruff growl that made her pussy clench around him. "So tight, so wet."
Miyeon felt a rush of pleasure at his words, her body responding to the praise. "I'm gonna cum, Y/N," she whimpered, the words a desperate plea for more. Her hips began to rock back into his, her movements growing more frantic as she chased the orgasm that hovered just out of reach.
With a groan, Y/N pulled out of her, leaving her pussy feeling empty and begging for more. He sat back on his heels, his cock glistening with her juices. "Look at what you do to me, Miyeon," he murmured, his hand stroking his length. "You make me so hard."
Miyeon watched him, her eyes glazed with lust as she felt the wetness between her legs. She had heard of squirting before, but had never experienced it herself. The thought of it was both exciting and a little intimidating. "How do I do it?" she asked, her voice a breathless whisper.
Y/N leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers. "Just keep breathing," he instructed, his voice a gentle command. He slid his hand between her legs, his thumb finding her clit once again. He began to rub in firm, slow circles, his other hand reaching down to squeeze her ass. "Relax, and let it happen."
Miyeon took a deep breath, her eyes fluttering closed. She felt the pressure building, the warmth spreading through her core. Her pussy clenched around his thumb, her body begging for release. And then it happened. A gush of liquid spurted from her, soaking the bed beneath her.
Y/N's eyes widened in surprise and arousal as he watched her body convulse with pleasure. He had never seen anything quite so beautiful. "Fuck," he breathed, his hand still working her clit. "You're so perfect."
Miyeon's legs trembled, her body still riding the waves of her climax. "Ahh," she moaned, collapsing onto the mattress with a boneless thud. Her skin was slick with sweat, her hair a wild tangle around her face. She had never felt so alive, so alive and yet so utterly spent.
Y/N, his eyes never leaving hers, took her by the hips, gently lifting her ass into the air. His erection, still hard and slick with their combined arousal, nudged at her entrance once more. "Ready for more?" he asked, his voice a seductive rumble that sent shivers down her spine.
Miyeon took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She had never felt so exposed, so open to someone else's will. But with Y/N, she felt something she had never felt before - a deep sense of trust and desire that overwhelmed any lingering fear.
And then, without warning, Y/N thrust into her fully, his entire length filling her in one swift, powerful motion. Miyeon's eyes snapped open, and she let out a sharp cry that was muffled by the pillow beneath her head. Her body tensed around him, the suddenness of the act taking her by surprise, even though she had been anticipating it.
"AHHHHH, SO BIG I AM CUMMING AGAIN," she screamed, her voice reverberating through the quiet hotel room. Her pussy clamped down around his cock, her walls pulsing in time with her racing heart. It was as if the dam had broken, and her orgasm was a flood that threatened to consume them both.
Y/N's pace grew more urgent, his hips slapping against her ass as he drove into her with a ferocity that took her breath away. Each stroke sent a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over her, each impact leaving her trembling and begging for more.
"Ahh, it's bulging under my stomach," Miyeon panted, the sensation of his cock filling her to the brim making her feel so full she thought she might burst. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building deep within her core.
Y/N's hand slid down to her stomach, feeling the base of his cock as it stretched her. His thumb dipped lower, teasing her clit once more as he watched her face contort with pleasure. "You're so tight, Miyeon," he murmured, his own voice strained with effort. "I can feel your pussy gripping me."
Her eyes snapped open, and she looked up at him, a mix of pain and pleasure on her face. "Ahh, yes," she panted, her hips rocking back into his, urging him deeper. "It's so... intense."
Y/N leaned over her, his hand moving to cup her face as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, Miyeon." His thumb traced her cheekbone, his eyes never leaving hers as he continued to fuck her with a rhythm that was both punishing and loving.
Her body responded to his words, another orgasm building within her. "Y/N, I'm gonna cum again," she panted, her voice a desperate whine that sent a thrill through him. He could feel her pussy tightening around his cock, her walls pulsing in time with the racing beat of her heart.
Miyeon felt the pressure building, the warmth coiling in her core. Her body was reaching a new peak, one she hadn't thought possible after her first explosive release. But with Y/N's expert touch, she knew she was about to shatter again. "I... I can't hold it," she gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and fear.
Y/N's eyes darkened with excitement as he watched her, feeling her pussy clench around him. "Don't hold back," he urged, his hips driving into her with a relentless pace. "Let it out, Miyeon."
Her body obeyed, and she felt the warm rush of liquid building up, pooling inside her until she couldn't hold it in any longer. It felt like she was going to burst, the pressure was so intense. And then, with a whimper, she felt it. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and she squirted again, but this time the sensation was different. His cock was so deep inside her that she could feel the warmth of her own arousal trapped, unable to escape. It was an exquisite sensation, one that made her want to scream with pleasure.
"Ahh, fuck," Y/N groaned, his hand tightening on her hip. "You're so fucking wet," he murmured in amazement, his voice thick with lust. He pushed into her harder, his cock sliding through the slickness she had created. "Your squirting is making it so much better."
Miyeon's cheeks flushed at his words, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Her body had never responded to anyone like this, and she was eager to give him what he needed. She pushed back into him, her movements growing more erratic as she felt another orgasm building.
"I wanna cum, Miyeon," Y/N said, his voice strained as he fought for control. "Tell me where do I should put it."
The question sent a thrill through her, a mix of excitement and fear. She had never had a man ask her where he should cum before, and the idea was both taboo and incredibly hot. "Inside me," she gasped, her voice shaky with desire.
Y/N's eyes met hers, and she could see the fire in his gaze. He began to fuck her harder, his strokes deep and demanding. Each thrust sent her closer to the edge, and she knew she wouldn't last much longer.
Miyeon's pussy tightened around his cock, her orgasm cresting. She felt his cock swell even more, and she knew he was close. "I'm gonna cum," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Inside me, please."
With a roar, Y/N gave into his own release, his cock pulsing deep within her as he filled her with his cum. She felt the warmth spread through her, a sense of completeness that washed away any lingering doubts or fears.
"Ahh, Miyeon," he groaned, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. His grip on her hips tightened, holding her in place as he emptied himself into her.
Miyeon could feel every inch of him, his seed filling her, making her womb throb with the sheer fullness. It was a sensation she had never felt before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. "Ah, so full," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper.
Y/N withdrew slowly, his cock slipping out of her with a wet pop. He watched as a stream of cum and her own juices trickled down her thighs, painting the bed in a mess of passion. The sight was more erotic than any porn he had ever seen, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at being the one to bring her to such an intense climax.
Miyeon's body went limp, and she collapsed onto the bed, her legs shaking uncontrollably. The feeling of his hot cum leaking out of her was strange but oddly satisfying. She looked at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure and a hint of awe. "Was that... normal?" she asked, her voice shaky.
Y/N chuckled, his own chest heaving from the exertion. "More than normal," he assured her, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "You're incredible." He reached for a towel, cleaning her up with a tenderness that belied his earlier ferocity. "Your pussy is a wonderland," he murmured, his eyes dark with desire.
As she lay there, panting and sated, she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She had faced her fears and given herself to Y/N completely. And in return, she had experienced pleasure beyond anything she could have imagined. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.
Y/N took her in his arms, pulling her close. "No, thank you, Miyeon," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "That was the most amazing experience of my life."
Their bodies remained intertwined as they drifted off to sleep, the aftermath of their passionate encounter still lingering in the air. Throughout the night, Miyeon's body remained a testament to the intensity of their love-making. She felt her pussy spasming, releasing more of her sweet juices onto the sheets. The warmth of his embrace was the only thing keeping her anchored in reality as she floated on a cloud of pleasure.
As the hours passed, their breathing synchronized, and the room grew quiet except for the occasional sound of their bodies releasing the tension of the day. Miyeon's pussy continued to spurt out liquid, her body reacting to the presence of his cum still deep inside her. It was as if her body was trying to cling onto the feeling of being filled, even as she slept.
The dawn broke, and the first rays of sunlight streamed through the hotel room's windows. They awoke to find themselves still entangled, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum. Y/N kissed her forehead, his eyes filled with affection as he took in her peaceful expression. He knew that he had been the one to give her this moment of pure bliss, and it filled him with a sense of accomplishment and pride.
Miyeon stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. She blushed, remembering the events of the night before. "It's morning," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.
Y/N chuckled, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "It sure is," he said, his voice filled with a gentle teasing. "And we've got a whole day ahead of us."
The mention of the day ahead brought a spark to Miyeon's eyes, and she leaned in to kiss him, her lips hungry for more. But as she did, she felt the warmth between her legs, a reminder of the night's activities. She pulled back slightly, a look of embarrassment crossing her face. "I'm still... leaking," she said, her voice a whisper.
Y/N looked at her with a knowing smile, his eyes filled with lust. "It's okay," he assured her. "It's just your body's way of saying it enjoyed itself." He leaned in, his tongue sliding along her bottom lip before delving into her mouth.
The kiss grew more intense, and Miyeon felt the familiar stirrings of arousal. Before she knew it, he had picked her up effortlessly, his arms cradling her as he carried her into the spacious bathroom. The large, sunken bathtub was filled with steaming water, the city skyline visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was a sight that took her breath away, and she couldn't help but feel like a character in a romance novel.
He placed her gently into the tub, the warm water lapping at her skin as he followed suit. They sat facing each other, the water up to their chests, and began to kiss once more. The warmth of the water was soothing, a stark contrast to the fire that raged within her. She felt his hands on her thighs, sliding upward, and she parted her legs without a moment's hesitation.
Y/N took advantage of her openness, his hand moving to her pussy. He found her still slick with cum and her own arousal, and he began to stroke her gently. Miyeon's eyes fluttered closed, her breath hitching as she felt the beginnings of a new orgasm. The water sloshed around them as she leaned into his touch, her hands reaching for his shoulders to steady herself.
Their kisses grew more urgent, their tongues dancing together as his hand worked her clit. She could feel the water lapping against her sensitive skin, adding to the sensation. He pushed two fingers inside her, his movements slow and deliberate, and she moaned into his mouth. The feeling of his cock growing hard against her leg was all the encouragement she needed to rock her hips against his hand.
Y/N broke the kiss, panting, and leaned back slightly. "I want you to ride me," he said, his voice a gruff command. Miyeon's eyes widened, but she nodded eagerly. She straddled him, the water sloshing around them as she positioned herself over his erection.
With a deep breath, she pushed herself down onto him, feeling the tip of his cock breach her entrance. "Ahh," she gasped, the sensation a mix of pleasure and pain. But she didn't stop. She kept going, her hips rising and falling as she took him inch by inch, her eyes never leaving his.
Y/N's hands tightened on her hips, guiding her movements as she grew more comfortable. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt her pussy clench around him. "Keep going, Miyeon. Take all of me."
Miyeon nodded, her own eyes glazed with passion. She leaned back, her hands bracing herself against the edge of the tub. The water lapped at her breasts, adding to the sensation as she began to bounce up and down on his cock. Each movement sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her, and she couldn't help but moan.
"Ahh, Y/N," she gasped, her voice a sweet symphony of pleasure. She felt his cock swell even more, filling her completely. "I'm gonna cum," she panted, her hips moving faster.
With a final, powerful thrust, Y/N pulled out, leaving her pussy gaping. He watched, entranced, as Miyeon's hips lifted off the tub's edge, her pussy squirting uncontrollably. The sight was like nothing he had ever seen before - a fountain of pleasure that seemed to flow endlessly. She threw her head back, her body shaking with the intensity of her climax.
"Ahh, ahh, Y/N," she panted, her voice a desperate plea. "I can't stop squirting."
He watched her, his eyes hooded with lust, as he reached for her waist. Before the flow of her orgasm could cease, he pulled her back onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt. The suddenness of the movement made Miyeon's eyes go wide with surprise, and she let out a scream that pierced the quiet morning air.
"Ahh, my pussy was torn again," she gasped, the pain mixing with pleasure as she felt herself stretch around his thickness once more. But she didn't push him away. Instead, she leaned into the sensation, her hips moving in a rhythm that was both desperate and needy.
Y/N took her hips in his firm grip, holding her in place as he pumped into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the bathroom, the water in the tub sloshing with each movement. Miyeon's orgasms came in waves, one after the other, each one more intense than the last. She couldn't believe how much she could take, how much she craved the feeling of being filled to the brim by him.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she threw her hands over her mouth to stifle the moans that threatened to escape. Her body was no longer her own; it was a vessel for his pleasure, and she reveled in it. Each stroke brought her closer to the edge, each guttural groan from his throat making her pussy clench around him.
"Fuck, Miyeon," he grunted, his own orgasm approaching. "Your pussy feels so fucking good." He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. Without a moment's hesitation, he guided her face closer, her eyes wide with surprise and lust. "Take it," he ordered, his voice thick with desire.
Miyeon opened her mouth obediently, her heart racing. This was new to her, but she trusted him completely. She took his cock in her mouth, her throat tightening around the head as she deep-throated him. She could feel him swelling, his cum building at the tip as he fucked her mouth with the same fervor he had used on her pussy.
He watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of amazement and lust. Her eyes watered, but she didn't pull away, taking his length deeper and deeper until she couldn't handle it anymore. And just when she thought she couldn't take it, he came, his hot seed spurting into her mouth. She swallowed it all, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her own screams of pleasure.
The taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced - salty and bitter, but somehow addictive. She licked her lips, savoring the flavor of him, feeling a sense of power in the act of giving him such pleasure. "All of it," he growled, and she eagerly obeyed, her tongue darting out to catch any stray drops that escaped.
As she swallowed the last of his cum, she felt another orgasm building within her. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and she moaned around him, the vibrations sending him over the edge.
With a roar, Y/N grabbed her hips and slammed into her one final time, filling her mouth with his cum as he emptied himself into her. The feeling of his release only served to heighten her own, and she came again, her pussy clamping down on his cock in a spasm of pure bliss.
When it was over, they remained connected, their bodies entwined in the warm water. "Swallow," he murmured, and she obeyed, her throat working to take all of him in. She felt his cock twitch in response, and she knew that she had done well.
They lay there for a moment, panting and sated, their bodies entangled in the aftermath of passion. The water grew cold around them, but neither moved to get out. The bond they had formed was stronger than any physical sensation, and for the first time in her life, Miyeon felt truly alive.
Miyeon looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of love and awe. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming his name.
Y/N leaned down, brushing a kiss against her swollen lips. "The pleasure was all mine," he said, his voice a low rumble. He knew that this was just the beginning, that their connection would only grow stronger with each shared moment of passion.
The water grew cold, but they remained in the tub, their bodies intertwined. The sun had risen high in the sky, casting a warm glow over their entwined forms. It was a new day, filled with promise and excitement, and Miyeon couldn't wait to see what it held for them. With Y/N by her side, she knew she could conquer anything America had to throw at her.
After they had caught their breath, Y/N helped Miyeon out of the tub, his hands lingering on her wet skin. They dried off, and he handed her an oversized jacket. "This is all you're wearing today," he told her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. She looked at him questioningly, and he smirked. "It's a surprise, but trust me, you're going to love it."
Miyeon slipped into the jacket, feeling the warmth of the material envelop her. It was so large that it practically swallowed her, reaching down to her mid-thigh and hiding everything beneath it. She felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of what might come next. Was this a new kind of fashion statement? Or was there something more sensual behind his choice of attire?
They left the hotel suite and stepped out into the bustling streets of the city. Miyeon was used to the flashing lights and crowds of Korea, but there was something different about this place, something that made her heart race in a way she couldn't quite explain. She looked up at the towering skyscrapers, feeling both tiny and powerful at the same time. Y/N took her hand, leading her through the throngs of people with a confidence that was as intoxicating as it was reassuring.
Miyeon's mind raced as they walked, her thoughts a whirlwind of anticipation and curiosity. What was Y/N planning? Would they be recognized? What would people think of her dressed so... unusually? But as they strolled, she realized that no one was paying them any mind. They were just two people in love, enjoying a day out in the city. And for Miyeon, that was all that mattered.
The lingerie store was tucked away in a corner, a beacon of lace and silk among the concrete jungle. The moment they stepped inside, the scent of vanilla and sex hung in the air, making Miyeon's cheeks burn. She had never been in a place like this before, but the way Y/N's eyes lit up as he perused the racks made her feel like she was in the most natural place on earth.
"Y/n, my pussy still leaking," Miyeon whispered, feeling a little embarrassed but also incredibly turned on by the fact that she was sharing this intimate detail with him. He looked at her with a knowing smile, his eyes filled with mischief.
"I know, baby," he said, his voice low and soothing. "And that's exactly why we're here."
Y/N led her to a rack filled with the tiniest, most delicate pieces of lingerie she had ever seen. Thongs, panties, and g-strings in every color and design imaginable beckoned to her, and she couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. He picked out a black lace thong, holding it up against the light to inspect it. "This one," he said, a grin playing on his lips.
Miyeon took the thong from him, her hands trembling slightly as she stepped into the dressing room. The plush carpet beneath her bare feet felt like a cloud, and she couldn't help but feel like she was in a dream. She slipped off the oversized jacket, revealing her naked body to the mirror. Her skin was flushed with excitement, her nipples hard from the cool air conditioning and the anticipation of what was to come.
Y/N followed her into the dressing room, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. He couldn't believe his luck, having this gorgeous, famous woman all to himself. Without a word, he reached out and flipped her around, her body now facing the mirror. She gasped in surprise, but her eyes remained locked with his in the reflection.
He positioned her just right, her feet spread apart and her ass pushed out. "Look at yourself, Miyeon," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You're so fucking beautiful."
Miyeon stared at her reflection, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal. She had never seen herself this way before - vulnerable, exposed, and so utterly desirable. Y/N's hands roamed over her body, his fingertips tracing the lines of her hips and the curve of her ass. She watched as he slid the thong up her legs, the lace tickling her sensitive skin. The reflection in the mirror only served to amplify the sensation, making it feel as if she was being touched by a hundred different hands.
Once the thong was in place, he stepped back, his cock already hardening at the sight of her in the skimpy lingerie. "Turn around," he instructed, his voice firm but gentle.
Miyeon obeyed, her breath catching in her throat as she saw his expression - a mix of hunger and admiration that made her feel like the most cherished thing in the world. She had never felt so exposed and yet so powerful. The lace of the thong barely covered her pussy, leaving little to the imagination.
"Now, bend over," he said, his voice a low growl. She complied, her hands on the dressing room chair, her ass high in the air. The thong stretched tight across her cheeks, the wetness from her pussy seeping through the fabric.
He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the line of her spine. She shivered under his touch, her body responding instinctively. And then, without warning, he pushed the thong aside, exposing her to the cool air. He bent down, his mouth hot and wet against her skin. "You're mine," he murmured.
Y/N's hand found her pussy, his fingers sliding through the slickness that coated her folds. He teased her clit before plunging two fingers inside her, making her gasp. The sudden intrusion was enough to make her legs wobble, but she managed to stay upright, her eyes never leaving the mirror. She watched as he began to stroke his cock, his hand moving in a slow, steady rhythm.
Miyeon felt a rush of heat as his fingers curled inside her, hitting that spot that made her see stars. She bit her lip to keep from screaming out, her eyes wide with a mix of pain and pleasure. Y/N noticed her struggle and leaned in, his hand covering her mouth to muffle any sound she might make. The feeling of his warm skin against hers only served to make her more aware of the delicious pressure building within her.
He pumped his cock faster, his eyes never leaving hers in the mirror. "You're going to cum for me, right here," he said, his voice a low command. And Miyeon nodded, her body already responding to his words. She felt her pussy tighten around his fingers, her juices coating his hand as he worked her closer to the edge.
The tension grew unbearable, and she felt the orgasm building like a storm within her. Y/N's hand moved from her mouth to her neck, his grip firm but not painful. "Come for me," he whispered, and she couldn't hold back anymore. Her body convulsed, her pussy spasming around his fingers as she came, her eyes squeezed shut with the intensity of it.
The sound of his hand slapping against her skin filled the dressing room, the only noise other than their harsh, uneven breaths. He didn't stop, pushing her through the orgasm and into another, her body shaking with each stroke. She felt his cock throb against her ass, knew that he was close.
With a final, powerful thrust, he pulled out, his cock pulsing in his hand. She watched in the mirror as ropes of cum shot out, painting her ass and the floor of the dressing room. "Swivel your hips," he ordered, his voice strained with his own climax.
Miyeon did as she was told, the movement making her pussy clench around the remnants of his fingers. He groaned, his hand moving to cup her sex, his cum mixing with hers. She felt a thrill of power, watching his hand move over her, marking her as his.
As the last tremor of her orgasm passed, he reached for his phone. "Smile, baby," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. He snapped a mirror selfie, his cock still glistening with their combined release, and her pussy swollen and red from their love-making. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but something about the moment felt right. The raw intimacy of it all made her heart race.
Miyeon looked into the camera, her lips curving into a wicked smile as she leaned into him. The mirror captured them perfectly - two bodies, one in the throes of passion, the other caught in the afterglow. The photo was explicit, but it was also beautiful in its honesty. It was a visual representation of their connection, a memory that would stay with her forever.
They left the dressing room, the sound of their laughter mingling with the soft jazz playing over the store's speakers. The clerk at the counter raised an eyebrow but said nothing, simply ringing up their purchases with a knowing smile. Miyeon felt a thrill of excitement as she realized that they had just had sex in the middle of a lingerie store, and no one had even batted an eye. It was as if the universe had conspired to give them this moment of pure, unbridled passion.
Y/N took her hand again, leading her out onto the sidewalk. The city was alive with energy, and she felt it pulse through her veins, making her feel more alive than she ever had before. They turned a corner, and she saw it - a sex shop, the neon sign blinking in the daylight. "Hey, Miyeon," he said, turning to face her with a playful smirk. "Ever played with sex toys?"
Her eyes went wide, and she felt the heat rising to her cheeks. "No, I haven't," she admitted shyly. The thought of entering such a place was both terrifying and thrilling.
Y/N's smirk grew into a full-blown grin. "Then it's about time we change that," he said, pulling her closer. He led her into the sex shop, the doorbell chiming as they entered. The air was thick with the scent of latex and musk, and Miyeon couldn't help but feel a little nervous. But she also felt something else - a sense of excitement that grew with every step she took further into the store.
They wandered through aisles of vibrators, dildos, and restraints. The walls were lined with DVDs, their covers displaying scenes that made Miyeon blush. But Y/N didn't seem to mind her inexperience; if anything, it only made him more eager to introduce her to new pleasures. "Choose something that catches your eye," he said, his hand brushing against hers.
Her gaze fell upon a display of anal plugs, and she felt a thrill of excitement. The idea of being filled there was both scary and intriguing. She pointed to a small, pink one, and Y/N nodded with approval. "Good choice," he said, taking it off the shelf.
He moved on to the next aisle, and her eyes landed on a pair of nipple clamps that were attached to a small, buzzing device. "But we need this too," he said, holding them up for her to see. She blushed a deeper shade of pink, but couldn't deny the curiosity that sparked within her. He demonstrated how the clamps could be adjusted for different levels of intensity, and the vibrations sent a jolt of anticipation straight to her core.
After paying for their purchases, they stepped out into the bright sunlight, the cool breeze a stark contrast to the warmth of the sex shop. Y/N led her to an empty park nearby, the only sounds the distant chatter of pigeons and the rustling of leaves in the trees. It was a hidden oasis in the middle of the bustling city, and Miyeon felt a strange sense of calm wash over her as they sat down on a bench.
He handed her the bag with the lingerie and the sex toys. "Open it," he said, his voice low and commanding. Miyeon's heart fluttered as she took the bag, her fingers fumbling with the paper. Inside, she found the small pink anal plug and the set of nipple clamps, the sight of them making her stomach clench with anticipation.
"Open your jacket, Miyeon," he ordered again, his eyes never leaving hers. She looked around the deserted park, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. But the thrill of doing something so daring in public was too tempting to resist. She took a deep breath and did as she was told, letting the oversized garment fall open.
The cool air hit her bare skin, making her nipples harden even further. She watched as Y/N took the nipple clamps from the bag, his eyes dark with desire as he approached her. He took one of her breasts in his hand, his thumb brushing gently over the sensitive peak. "Look at me," he murmured, his voice a soft command that she couldn't ignore.
Miyeon met his gaze, her heart racing as he leaned in to kiss her, his lips brushing against hers with the same gentle touch he had used on her skin. He kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth as his other hand found its way to her other breast. His thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple, rolling it gently before the cold metal of the clamp closed around it with a sharp pinch.
Her gasp was muffled by his mouth, the pain quickly morphing into a throbbing pleasure that made her pussy clench with need. He waited for her nod before attaching the second clamp, the sensation sending a shockwave through her body that made her toes curl.
With the clamps in place, he leaned back, his eyes taking in the sight of her - her nipples standing proud, a stark contrast against the soft fabric of the jacket. "Perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Miyeon felt a thrill of excitement as she reached into the bag once more, her hand trembling slightly as she pulled out the small, pink anal plug. She had never used anything like this before, but the memory of his fingers inside her last night made her eager to try.
Y/N noticed her nerves and took the plug from her, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He leaned in, his warm breath tickling her ear. "Trust me," he whispered. "You're going to love this."
Miyeon took a deep breath as she felt the tip of the plug nudge against her tight hole. The coldness of the material made her gasp, but she remained still, her eyes never leaving his as he slowly pushed it inside her. The sensation was strange, a mix of discomfort and a building pressure that sent sparks of pleasure through her body. She felt a twinge of pain, but it was quickly overshadowed by the feeling of being filled, a sensation that was both new and exhilarating.
Y/N's hand guided her through the process, his eyes never leaving hers as he worked the plug in deeper. He was gentle, his movements measured and precise, ensuring she was relaxed enough to take it without causing her too much pain. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to her nerves. "You're doing so well."
When the plug was fully seated, he stepped back, his eyes raking over her with a mix of pride and lust. "Now," he said, his voice a low growl, "it's time for you to put on the lingerie."
Miyeon nodded, her heart racing as she opened the bag once more. She pulled out the black lace thong and matching bra, the delicate material feeling almost sinful against her skin. She slipped on the thong, the lace caressing her sensitive pussy, and then slid the bra on, her breasts spilling over the cups. The clamps on her nipples tugged with every movement, sending a fresh wave of arousal through her.
"Good," Y/N murmured, his eyes dark with desire. "Now, put the jacket back on."
Miyeon complied, her hands trembling slightly as she pulled the oversized jacket over her lingerie-clad body. The fabric rubbed against her sensitive skin, sending a shiver down her spine. With the thong in place, the plug nestled in her ass, and the nipple clamps tightening with each breath she took, she felt like a bomb ready to explode with pleasure.
They walked out of the park, her heart pounding with each step she took. The wetness between her legs grew more pronounced, and she could feel the fabric of the thong sticking to her skin. Each time she took a step, the plug inside her moved, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through her body. "Y/n," she whispered, her voice thick with need, "I can't wait anymore."
He nodded, his eyes dark with desire. Without saying a word, he led her down a side street, his grip on her hand tightening. They turned a corner into an alley, the shadows swallowing them up. The sound of their footsteps echoed off the walls, the only indication that they weren't the only ones in the world. He pushed her against the brick, his body pressing into hers, his cock already hard and demanding.
"Here?" she gasped, her voice a mix of shock and excitement.
"Here," he confirmed, his voice a low rumble. He reached for her jacket, pulling it open to expose her barely covered breasts to the cool air. He leaned in, his mouth capturing her nipple, his teeth grazing the metal clamp. The sensation was almost too much, a blend of pain and pleasure that made her pussy throb with need. She moaned, her back arching as he continued to tease her.
Miyeon could feel the eyes of the city on her, could almost hear the whispers of those who might be watching. But she didn't care. All she cared about was the man before her, the man who had claimed her so completely, so utterly, that she would do anything for him.
Y/N's hand found her pussy, his fingers sliding through her wetness. He groaned against her skin, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves through her body. "You're so fucking wet," he murmured. "Do you have any idea how much you turn me on?"
"Yes," she breathed, her voice shaky with need. "Please, Y/n. I need you."
Without another word, he shoved her down to her knees, his cock standing tall before her. She took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip as she sucked him deep. His hands were in her hair, guiding her, controlling her movements. She could feel his excitement, his desire for her, and it only served to fuel her own.
He pulled her to her feet, his eyes never leaving hers. He pushed her back against the wall, the rough bricks scraping against her skin. With one swift movement, he pulled the thong to the side, his cock sliding into her pussy. She gasped as he filled her completely, the plug inside her ass adding to the sensation.
"Fuck it was so full," Miyeon whispered, her voice a mix of amazement and pleasure. Y/N's eyes blazed with lust as he began to thrust into her, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the alley. The plug inside her moved with each stroke, the pressure building until she thought she might split apart.
Her pussy was so wet that she could feel it running down her thighs, and she knew that she was going to squirt soon. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Ahh, I wanna squirt," she managed to say, her voice breathless.
Y/N groaned at her words, the sound of her need pushing him closer to the edge. He pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. "Do it," he growled, his eyes never leaving hers. "Squirt for me, Miyeon."
Her body responded instantly, her pussy clenching around the emptiness he'd left behind. The plug in her ass was a constant reminder of his claim, the pressure inside her building. And then, it washed over her - a wave of pleasure so intense that she couldn't contain it. Her pussy began to pulse, spurts of her juice squirting out, coating the alley's floor with a sweet, musky scent.
Y/N watched, his hand still on his cock, stroking it with renewed vigor. His eyes never left hers as he brought himself to the brink, her orgasm pushing him over the edge. "Cum with me, Miyeon," he said, his voice tight with need. "Together."
And with that, he thrust back inside her, his cock filling her completely. The sensation of being so full, so claimed, sent her spiraling into another orgasm. Her pussy clenched around him, her squirt mixing with his pre-cum as he drove deep, his movements punctuated by the sound of their bodies slapping together.
He picked her up, his strong arms wrapping around her waist. Miyeon wrapped her legs around his hips, her feet dangling in the air as he fucked her against the wall. The cold brick pressed into her back, adding to the sensation as he moved within her. She could feel the plug inside her shift with each stroke, the pressure building until she was sure she would shatter.
"Ahh, so full," she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt him swell inside her, his cock thickening even more. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he came, his seed spurting into her womb, filling her completely.
Miyeon's body responded in kind, her pussy clamping down on him as she squirted around his cock. The feeling was overwhelming, the intensity of their shared climax making the world around them fade away. They remained like that, locked in their passion, for what felt like an eternity.
When it was over, Y/N's arms remained around her waist, supporting her trembling legs. They both panted, their breaths mingling in the cool air. He leaned in, kissing her gently. "You're amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with awe.
Miyeon couldn't help but smile, her body still singing with the aftershocks of pleasure. "So are you," she said, her voice barely a whisper. They stayed there, their bodies joined, for a few more moments, basking in the afterglow of their love.
As they pulled apart, Y/N tucked his cock back into his pants, his gaze never leaving hers. He helped her stand, his eyes lingering on the wet spot between her thighs. "Let's go back to the hotel," he said, his voice low and filled with promise. "We've got more exploring to do."
Miyeon nodded, her heart racing with excitement. She knew that there would be no going back to the innocent girl she was before she met him. But she didn't care. With each new experience, she felt herself growing, becoming more of the woman she was always meant to be. And she knew that with Y/N by her side, she could conquer the world.
They walked out of the alley, the city's noises rushing back in. But it was different now - the world had shifted on its axis, and nothing would ever be the same. They were no longer just two people; they were a force to be reckoned with, a symphony of desire and passion that could never be silenced.
The hotel lobby was a blur of marble and chrome, the chandeliers glinting in Miyeon's eyes as they made their way to the elevator. She was acutely aware of the plug in her ass, the throb of it reminding her of their earlier escapade with every step she took. Y/N held her hand, his grip firm and reassuring, as if he knew the tumult of emotions swirling within her.
The elevator ride was silent but for the faint sound of their breathing, the anticipation palpable. When they reached the room, he didn't even bother to close the door behind them before he pinned her against the wall, his mouth on hers in a searing kiss. His hands roamed her body, tracing the lines of the nipple clamps and the plug, his touch sending shivers through her.
Miyeon's hands moved to his shirt, frantically working the buttons free. She needed to feel his bare skin against hers, to reaffirm that this was real. Her fingers danced down to the waistband of his pants, finding his cock, already hard again. She stroked him through the fabric, his groan urging her to go further. He pulled away from her, his eyes smoldering with desire as he reached for the zipper of her jacket.
In one swift motion, he stripped her of the oversized garment, the nipple clamps digging into her sensitive flesh as they swung freely. He took in the sight of her in the black lace lingerie, his gaze lingering on her erect nipples and the wetness staining the crotch of her thong. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with need.
With trembling hands, Miyeon helped him remove the clamps, the sudden release making her gasp. The sting of pain was quickly replaced by a rush of blood, making her breasts feel even more sensitive. Y/N discarded the clamps on the floor, his eyes never leaving hers as he hooked his thumbs into her thong and pulled it down, exposing her to him once more.
He reached behind her, his fingers sliding along the base of the plug. "Ready?" he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. She nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as she braced herself. And with one swift motion, he pulled the plug from her, the sudden emptiness making her whimper.
"Ahh," Miyeon said, her body shivering with the loss of the intrusion.
"Suck my dick, Miyeon," he said, his voice a command that she couldn't resist. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees before him, her eyes never leaving his. He stepped closer, his cock mere inches from her face. She could feel the heat radiating off him, could almost taste the desire that coated the air.
Miyeon leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste the tip of his cock. He was already hard, the evidence of his desire for her gleaming in the soft light of the hotel room. She licked all the way down the shaft, her tongue tracing the veins that stood out in stark relief against the velvet skin.
"Yeah, Miyeon, just like that," Y/N groaned, his hands tangling in her hair. He guided her head, showing her the rhythm he liked, the depth he craved. She took him in her mouth, her throat working to accommodate his length as she swallowed him whole.
He watched her with a mix of awe and desire, her eyes watering slightly but never leaving his. "You're a natural," he murmured, his voice tight with pleasure. "So eager to please me." His praise sent warmth through her, bolstering her confidence. She took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock as she took him back out.
The sound of her sucking grew louder in the quiet room, the only other noises their heavy breaths and the faint "gluk glukk gluk" of her saliva. She felt the pressure building in her jaw, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the way he was looking at her, the way his hips began to rock slightly, urging her to go faster.
Y/N grabbed her hair, his grip firm but gentle as he started to set a rhythm. Miyeon's eyes watered as he picked up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with increasing speed. She could feel the muscles in her throat contracting around him, her eyes fluttering shut with the intensity of the sensation.
His hips began to move in time with her bobbing head, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Miyeon felt a thrill run through her, knowing that she had him right where she wanted him. His breath grew ragged, his grip on her hair tightening as he approached climax. She moaned around him, the vibrations sending a shiver down his spine.
"Miyeon, baby," he grunted, his voice strained. "You're going to make me cum." She nodded, eager to taste him, eager to show him just how much she wanted this. Her mouth moved faster, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. His eyes rolled back in his head, his body tensing as he reached the peak.
And then, with a strangled groan, he came, his warm cum spurting into her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him as he filled her throat. His grip on her hair loosened slightly, his body going limp with the force of his orgasm.
Miyeon looked up at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction. He leaned down, kissing her deeply, the taste of himself still lingering on her tongue. "You're perfect," he murmured, his voice filled with wonder.
With a gentle tug, Y/N led her to the couch, his cock still hard and demanding. He laid her down, her legs spread wide, the damp fabric of her lingerie clinging to her skin. "Now," he said, his voice a low growl, "I want to feel you all around me."
He slid into her, his cock filling her pussy in one smooth stroke. She gasped at the sensation, her body tightening around him. He began to move, his hips setting a steady rhythm that made the couch creak in protest. "Your dick feels so good," she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and amazement. "So...so good."
Y/N's eyes never left hers, his expression one of pure hunger as he fucked her. "Your pussy," he ground out, "is so tight, Miyeon. So wet." He leaned in, his teeth grazing her ear. "I can feel how much you want to cum."
Miyeon's hips bucked against him, her pussy clenching around his cock as she neared the edge. "Please," she begged, her voice a desperate whisper. "I need to cum."
Y/N's movements grew more urgent, his strokes deeper, harder. "Cum for me," he growled, his own need echoing in his voice. "Show me how much you like my cock."
Her body responded to his words, the pressure building until she couldn't hold back any longer. "Ahh, I'm cumming!" she screamed, her body shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm.
Y/N watched her, his own climax building. "Again," he demanded, his voice strained with effort. "Cum for me again." And with a few more powerful thrusts, she did, her pussy spasming around him as she screamed out his name.
The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking - the slap of skin on skin, the wetness of her pussy, the harshness of their breathing. And through it all, Y/N remained focused on her, his eyes never leaving hers as he brought her to peak after peak.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he slammed into her, his cock pulsing as he reached his climax. He filled her with his seed, the sensation sending her over the edge once more. They clung to each other, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their shared release.
For a moment, the world outside the hotel room ceased to exist. There was only the two of them, their bodies joined, their hearts beating as one. And as they lay there, gasping for breath, Miyeon knew that she had found something special, something she had never even dared to dream of.
Y/N pulled out, his cock slipping from her with a wet sound that made them both shiver. He leaned in, kissing her softly as he wrapped her in his arms. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice a promise and a declaration.
Miyeon nodded, her eyes shining with love and lust. "I'm yours," she said, her voice a soft echo of his.
With a smirk, Y/N picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to the kitchen, the coldness of the marble countertop a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. He set her down gently, his cock still hard and demanding. "I want to feel your tight pussy on my dick," he said, his voice a low growl.
Miyeon leaned back, her hands braced on the counter as he positioned himself at her entrance. With one firm thrust, he was inside her, her wetness coating him as he filled her completely. She gasped, her nails digging into the counter as she felt him stretch her open. "Ahh, so good," she moaned, her hips rocking back to meet him.
Y/N leaned over her, his hand cupping her face as he kissed her deeply. "You're so fucking tight," he murmured, his voice a mix of praise and amazement. "Your pussy is perfect."
Miyeon's eyes never left his as he began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her with a delicious rhythm that made her toes curl. "Your dick is so big," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. "It feels so good inside me."
Their bodies moved together, a dance of passion that had been building since the moment they'd met. The kitchen was now their stage, the gleaming appliances the only audience to their love. Y/N's hips snapped against hers, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. "I want you to cum," he said, his voice tight with his own need. "Cum all over my cock."
And Miyeon did, her body bowing as she shuddered with the force of her climax. She screamed his name, her pussy contracting around him as she squirted all over the counter. The sensation was like nothing she'd ever felt before, a mix of pleasure and power that left her breathless.
Y/N watched her, his eyes dark with lust. "Again," he said, his voice a demand that she couldn't refuse. He began to pound into her, his strokes deep and unrelenting. She moaned, her pussy clenching around him as she neared the edge once more. "Y/n, it's so good," she panted. "I'm going to cum again."
And she did, her body trembling with the intensity of her orgasm. He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum. They remained like that, their bodies joined, for a few moments longer, the kitchen a testament to their passion.
When it was over, they both leaned against the counter, panting and smiling. "That was amazing," Miyeon whispered, her voice filled with wonder.
Y/N leaned in, kissing her softly. "It's just the beginning," he said, his voice filled with promise. "We've got all night."
With that, he picked her up again, carrying her to the balcony. The cool evening air kissed her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. He set her down on the edge of the railing, her legs draped over the side. She could feel the cool metal against her back as he positioned himself between her thighs, his cock pressing against her already-soaked pussy.
He pushed into her, filling her completely. "Fuck," he groaned, his voice a low rumble. "So tight."
Miyeon gripped the railing, her knuckles white with the effort of holding on. She could feel the cool air against her bare skin, the sensation heightening every stroke he made inside her. "It feels so good," she whispered, her voice a moan of pleasure. "Your dick is so big."
He began to fuck her in earnest, his hips pistoning into her with a rhythm that made her toes curl. She could feel his cock stretching her, filling her up until she was sure she couldn't take any more. "You're so wet," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Your pussy is begging for it."
Miyeon nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "It's so eager," she said, her voice breathless. "It wants to cum."
"Cum for me, Miyeon," he urged, his strokes growing faster, harder. "Let me feel you squirt all over me."
And with that, she did. Her pussy clamped down on his cock as she came, her juices spurting out over the balcony. She could feel the wetness running down her thighs, the sensation making her even more sensitive.
Y/N watched her with a smirk, his own need building. "That's it," he murmured, his voice a mix of praise and command. "Keep going."
Miyeon's body responded, her hips moving in time with his. She could feel another orgasm building, her pussy tightening around his cock with every thrust. "Ahh, Y/n," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. "It's so full."
"Your pussy is so tight," he said, his voice strained. "It's like a fist around my dick."
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came again, her body shaking with the force of her climax. The sensation was almost too much to bear, but she didn't want it to end. "More," she begged, her voice a whimper. "I need more."
Y/N's eyes narrowed, his strokes becoming more urgent. "You're going to get it," he promised. And with one final, powerful thrust, he reached his own climax, filling her pussy with his cum.
They stayed there for a moment, their bodies joined, the sound of their heavy breathing the only noise in the night. And as they looked into each other's eyes, Miyeon knew that she had found something that went beyond the confines of a simple vacation fling. This was something real, something that could last.
"Y/n, my pussy," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming his name. "It's sore." But even as she said the words, she felt a thrill run through her. The pain was a reminder of the pleasure they had shared, a badge of honor that marked her as his.
Y/N's only response was to kiss her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth as his cock remained buried deep within her. He didn't care that she was sore, that her pussy was tender from his relentless pounding. All that mattered was the desire that still burned between them, a need that seemed to grow with every passing moment.
He picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom. The soft light from the lamp cast a warm glow over their entwined bodies as he laid her on the bed, the sheets a tangled mess from their previous encounters. He positioned her so that her legs dangled over the side, her pussy open and inviting.
Without a word, he slid into her again, her moan of pleasure muffled by the kiss. His strokes were slower now, more deliberate, as if he were savoring every inch of her. And Miyeon, despite her protests, couldn't help but arch her back, her hips meeting his thrusts as she sought her next release.
They fucked like that for hours, Y/N's cock never leaving her pussy except to tease her clit or slide into her ass. She came over and over, her body a symphony of sensations that she had never before experienced. Each orgasm was a crescendo of pleasure that left her trembling and weak, her voice nothing but a series of incoherent cries.
In the window, her body was bared to the night, the cool breeze whispering over her skin as he took her from behind. In the bathtub, the warm water lapped at their bodies as he pounded into her, her cries echoing off the tiles. And in front of the corridor, the risk of being caught only added to the excitement, the possibility of discovery making her pussy clench around him even tighter.
The hotel room became their playground, each corner a testament to their passion. The bed creaked under their weight, the couch bore the marks of their desperation, and the floor was sticky with their mixed juices. And still, Y/N didn't stop. His stamina was like that of a creature from myth, a beast that feasted on her desire and grew stronger with each passing moment.
As dawn approached, Miyeon's voice was nothing but a series of breathless gasps. Her body was a canvas of pleasure, painted with sweat and the evidence of their love. But she didn't want it to end. With each new sunrise, she felt herself changing, growing more and more into the woman she was always meant to be.
And when the sun finally peeked through the curtains, they were still at it, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time itself. The soreness was forgotten, lost in the haze of their shared ecstasy. And as the first light of day bathed the hotel room, they collapsed onto the bed, their hearts racing and their bodies sated.
Miyeon looked up at him, her eyes shining with love and lust. "More," she murmured, her voice a mere whisper. And Y/N, his body still hard and ready, smiled down at her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Always," he promised, his voice a low growl.
And with that, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in unison. They had conquered the night, claimed every inch of the hotel room, and each other. And when they woke, the world would be theirs to explore once more, their love a beacon that could never be dimmed.
Days turned into nights and back again as they reveled in their newfound freedom. Y/N had become more than just a lover; he was her confidant, her guide, her everything. And with each passing moment, their bond grew stronger, their desire for one another insatiable. They fucked in every corner of the hotel suite, leaving a trail of passion in their wake.
The time came when Miyeon had to prepare for her flight back to Korea. The thought of leaving him was a knife to her heart, but she had an idea. "Y/n," she said, her voice soft and filled with hope. "Will you come back to Korea with me? Be my personal assistant. That way, we can be together all the time."
Y/N looked down at her, his eyes filled with love and lust. "I'll do anything for you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. And with that, he nodded, sealing their fate together.
The days that followed were a whirlwind of excitement and nerves. They fucked in the back of the limo on the way to the airport, the thrill of the unknown driving them closer together. And once they were back in Korea, nothing changed. Y/N was by her side, fulfilling his duties as her personal assistant and her lover with equal passion.
After each concert, when the screams of adoring fans had faded into the night, they'd sneak away to the quiet solitude of her dressing room. There, amidst the glitter and chaos, he'd peel away her stage costume, his kisses leaving a trail of fire on her skin. He'd fill her up, his cock claiming her once more, reminding her that she belonged to him, and he to her.
Their secret love affair grew with every day, every touch, every whispered promise of more to come. They'd steal moments in the green room, his hand slipping into her pants as they talked over the day's schedule, her body tightening around his fingers as she struggled to keep her composure. And in the quiet of the night, when the world outside was fast asleep, they'd explore each other's bodies with a hunger that never waned.
In the bustling city of Seoul, they found their own brand of nirvana. Y/N would take her to secluded places, his cock buried deep inside her, as they made love in the shadows. The thrill of discovery, the danger of being caught, it all added to the allure. They were unstoppable, a force that could never be contained.
And so it went, their lives a tapestry of love and lust, of passion and desire. Every day was a new adventure, every moment a chance to push the boundaries of their love. They were bound by something far stronger than duty or obligation, a connection that transcended the ordinary.
In the end, it was clear that this was no fleeting fling, no holiday romance. This was something real, something that would last. And as Miyeon looked into the eyes of the man who had claimed her body and soul, she knew that she had found her home.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "For making me feel so alive."
Y/N kissed her softly, his hand tracing the line of her jaw. "The pleasure is all mine," he said, his voice a promise. "Forever."
Their story didn't end with the final beat of the tour or the closing of the hotel room door. It was just the beginning of a love affair that would span continents and conquer hearts. And as they stepped into the bright lights of their future together, Miyeon and Y/N knew that nothing would ever be the same again. They had found in each other a love that was as fierce as it was tender, a bond that was unbreakable.
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