a/n: Thank you so much for trusting me with this piece, I appreciate it deeply for commissioning me-- it goes a very long way...thank you so much once again and hope to work with you more in the future!
"School Bathroom Later?"
Your heart pounded with anticipation as you made your way through the bustling hallways, weaving between your fellow students.
You couldn't stop thinking about Wonyoung's seductive text message from earlier. The provocative selfie of her delicate neck and teasing tongue had ignited a fire within you, and the suggestive words "School bathroom later?" had left you in a constant state of arousal and suspense.
Wonyoung had been your fake girlfriend for weeks now, a ploy to make your ex-girlfriend jealous. But as the days passed, the line between pretend and reality had blurred, and you found yourself increasingly drawn to the beautiful, vivacious Wonyoung. Late-night study sessions had evolved into intimate conversations, and the occasional stolen kisses had turned into passionate make-out sessions in dimly lit corners of the campus.
Now, with just a hint of her desire, Wonyoung had you on edge, eagerly awaiting the chance to be alone with her once more. You knew the risk of getting caught together in a restricted area like the bathrooms, but the thrill of potentially being discovered only heightened your excitement.
As you reached the second floor, you discreetly glanced around to ensure no one was watching. With a deep breath, you slipped into the girls' bathroom, locking the door behind you. The small room was surprisingly quiet, with only the sound of running water from the sink faucets breaking the silence.
You leaned against the wall, your heart racing as you waited for Wonyoung to arrive. The minutes ticked by slowly, each second feeling like an eternity. Just as you began to wonder if she had changed her mind, the door creaked open, and Wonyoung slinked inside, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Took you long enough," she purred, closing and locking the door behind her. Her black hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, and her school uniform was already partially unbuttoned, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her lacy bra.
Wonyoung sauntered up to you, her hips swaying seductively with each step. She looked up at you through her long lashes, her pink lips curved into a sultry smile. "I've been thinking about your cock all day," she whispered, her voice low and husky.
You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. Wonyoung pressed her body against yours, her hands sliding up your chest to loop around your neck. "I need to taste you," she murmured, her hot breath tickling your ear.
Without further hesitation, Wonyoung sank to her knees on the cold tile floor. Her nimble fingers made quick work of your belt and zipper, freeing your already throbbing erection from the confines of your pants. You groaned as the cool air hit your heated skin, your member twitching with anticipation.
Wonyoung licked her lips hungrily as she admired your length, her fingers wrapping around your shaft with practiced ease. She pumped you slowly, her thumb swirling around the sensitive head, collecting the beads of pre-cum that had already gathered there.
"Mmmm, you're so hard for me already," Wonyoung purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I love how much you want me."
She leaned forward, her pink tongue darting out to lap at your cock like a lollipop. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Wonyoung continued to tease you, running her tongue along the underside of your shaft, tracing the veins and ridges with excruciating slowness.
Just when you thought you couldn't take the torment anymore, Wonyoung wrapped her lips around the head of your cock and sucked hard. You let out a guttural moan, your fingers tangling in her silky hair. She took you deeper, inch by inch, until your entire length disappeared into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth.
"Fuck..." you groaned, your head falling back against the wall. Wonyoung's lips stretched obscenely around your girth as she bobbed up and down, taking you all the way to the back of her throat with each downward motion.
The sensation was incredible, the slick heat of her mouth engulfing you completely. Wonyoung's tongue worked magic along your shaft, swirling and twisting around you as she sucked with increasing urgency. Her hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as she devoured your cock with gusto.
"Oh god, Wonyoung," you panted, your hips involuntarily thrusting forward to meet her eager mouth. She moaned in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. You could feel your climax building rapidly, your balls tightening with impending release.
Wonyoung seemed to sense your impending orgasm as well. She doubled her efforts, sucking harder and faster, determined to milk you dry. Her nails dug into your hips as she held you in place, taking you deep into her throat.
With a final, guttural moan, your orgasm overtook you. Wonyoung swallowed eagerly as spurt after spurt of your hot seed pulsed into her mouth and down her throat. She continued to suck gently, coaxing every last drop from you until you were spent and trembling.
Wonyoung released you with a wet pop, licking her lips in satisfaction. She looked up at you with lust-glazed eyes, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Mmmm, delicious," she purred, standing up and pressing her body against yours once more.
You knew the night was far from over, however. Wonyoung had teased you with promises of more, and you were determined to make good on her desire. With a growl of possession, you spun her around and bent her over the sink, hiking up her skirt in one swift motion.
Wonyoung gasped in surprise but quickly melted into your touch as you ran your hands over the smooth skin of her ass. You pulled her panties aside, exposing her glistening folds to your hungry gaze. She was already wet, her arousal coating her inner thighs.
"Please," Wonyoung whimpered, wiggling her hips back against you in invitation. "I need to feel you inside me."
You couldn't resist any longer. With one swift thrust, you buried yourself deep inside her tight heat, groaning at the exquisite sensation. Wonyoung cried out in ecstasy, her walls clenching around you like a vice.
"Oh fuck yes," she moaned, pushing back against you as you began to move. You set a hard, fast pace, each snap of your hips making her tits bounce in her bra. The bathroom echoed with the obscene slap of flesh and their combined moans.
"You're mine," you growled possessively, one hand reaching up to wrap around her delicate throat. "This tight little pussy belongs to me."
"Yes! All yours!" Wonyoung babbled incoherently, losing herself to the relentless pounding. Her knees shook and her moans turned shrill as she quickly neared her peak.
You could feel your own climax building again already, your balls tightening with pressure. "Cum for me, now," you commanded, slamming into her harder. With a keening wail, Wonyoung obeyed, convulsing around you as her orgasm crashed over her.
The rhythmic spasms of her pussy milking your cock pushed you over the edge as well. You buried yourself deep one last time as your seed erupted inside her, flooding her womb with your essence. "Take it all," you grunted, holding yourself against her as you pumped her full.
Finally spent, you both collapsed against the sink, panting heavily as you caught your breath. After a long moment, Wonyoung straightened up and turned to face you, a satisfied smile on her flushed face. She kissed you slow and deep before pulling away.
"Mmmm, I needed that," she purred, discreetly fixing her uniform and underwear. "Thanks for the quickie."
With a wink and a swish of her ponytail, Wonyoung slipped out the door, leaving you alone and thoroughly fucked silly in the aftermath.
A week had passed since your last rendezvous with Wonyoung in the school bathroom, but the memories of that heated encounter still lingered in your mind. You couldn't help but think about the way she had eagerly taken you into her mouth and begged for your cock, pleading to be filled with your seed.
As you sat in your room, engrossed in thoughts of your fake girlfriend turned real, your phone buzzed with an incoming text. It was from Wonyoung, of course. With bated breath, you opened the message, hoping for another seductive photo or suggestive comment.
What greeted you, however, was even exactly what you thought.
"I'm Home Alone"
Your heart raced at the implication, and you quickly texted back: "I'll be there in 10."
Without hesitation, you grabbed your keys and raced out the door, making your way to Wonyoung's house on the other side of town. Your mind was a whirlwind of anticipation and desire as you navigated the streets, each second feeling like an eternity.
When you finally arrived, you hastily knocked on the door, eager to be let inside. Wonyoung answered almost immediately, pulling you into her home and crushing her lips against yours in a searing kiss.
"Took you long enough," she panted as she pulled away, her hands already working to unbutton your shirt. "I need you so bad."
Wonyoung tugged you towards her bedroom, her eyes dark with lust. As soon as the door closed behind you, she pushed you onto the bed and climbed on top, straddling your hips. She grinded against you, her panty-covered pussy rubbing against the growing bulge in your pants.
"Mmmm, I can feel how much you want me," Wonyoung purred, her fingers deftly unzipping your fly. She reached inside to free your erection, stroking it slowly as she gazed down at you with a sultry smile.
"I want to feel you inside me," she whispered, leaning down to press kisses along your jaw and neck. "I need you to fill me up with your big, hard cock."
You groaned at her words, your hips bucking up into her hand. Wonyoung chuckled softly, knowing exactly what effect she had on you. She continued to tease you, running her fingers along your shaft and tracing the sensitive head with her thumb.
"Wait," you gasped suddenly, reaching for your wallet. You fished out a condom and held it up between your fingers. "We should use this, just to be safe."
Wonyoung's expression softened for a moment before turning determined. She took the condom from your hand and tossed it aside, shaking her head. "No," she said firmly. "I want to feel you raw, skin on skin. I need to feel all of you."
Before you could protest, Wonyoung leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. She rocked her hips against yours, grinding her panty-covered pussy along your shaft as she tangled her tongue with yours.
You knew you should stop her, insist on using protection, but the sensation of her hot, wet folds sliding against you was too much to resist. With a growl of surrender, you let your hands roam over her body, squeezing her ass and slipping under her bra to palm her full breasts.
Wonyoung moaned into your mouth as you pinched her nipples, arching her back to press herself further into your touch. She lifted her hips and pushed her panties aside, allowing you to slide between her slick folds without any barriers.
"Oh fuck," you groaned as the head of your cock slipped inside her tight heat. Wonyoung gasped at the sudden penetration, her inner walls clenching around you like a vise.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto you, inch by inch, until you were buried to the hilt inside her. "So big," she whimpered, her head falling back in ecstasy as she adjusted to the stretching sensation.
Wonyoung began to move then, rolling her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. She rode you with practiced ease, her slick walls gripping you tightly with each rise and fall. You matched her movements, thrusting up to meet her descending hips, driving yourself deeper inside her core.
The sounds of your bodies joining filled the room, a symphony of moans and grunts as you lost yourselves in the pleasure. Wonyoung leaned down to kiss you again, her tongue dancing with yours as she increased her pace.
"Harder," she demanded breathlessly, breaking away from your lips. "Fuck me harder, please."
With a grunt of exertion, you flipped their positions, pinning Wonyoung beneath you on the bed. You hooked her legs over your shoulders and drove into her with renewed vigor, each snap of your hips hitting a new depth within her.
"Oh god, yes!" Wonyoung cried out, her fingers digging into your shoulders. She clung to you desperately as you pounded into her, your bodies slapping together in a frenzy of lust.
You could feel your climax building rapidly, your balls tightening with impending release. But you wanted Wonyoung to come first, wanted to feel her convulse around your cock before filling her with your seed.
Reaching between your bodies, you found her swollen clit and began to circle it with your thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive her wild. Wonyoung's moans escalated to high-pitched wails as her orgasm approached, her pussy clamping down around you like a fist.
"Cum for me," you growled, pressing harder on her clit. "Now."
With a shrill cry of ecstasy, Wonyoung came undone beneath you, her body shaking and spasming as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her inner walls contracted rhythmically around your pistoning shaft, milking you for all you were worth.
The sensation was too much for you to resist. With a final, deep thrust, you buried yourself balls-deep inside Wonyoung's spasming cunt and let go, filling her with spurt after spurt of your hot, sticky release.
You collapsed on top of her as the last tremors of your orgasms faded away, both of you panting and sweat-slicked in the aftermath. Wonyoung wrapped her arms around you, holding you close as she peppered kisses across your face and neck.
"That was amazing," she whispered, nuzzling into your chest. "I love feeling your cum inside me."
You knew you should feel guilty about neglecting the condom, about potentially putting Wonyoung at risk of pregnancy or disease. But in the heat of the moment, with her soft body pressed against yours and her walls still fluttering around your spent cock, all rational thought fled your mind.
You had given in to your basest instincts, allowing the primal need to dominate your better judgment. And as you lay there with Wonyoung in your arms, basking in the afterglow of your raw coupling, you couldn't help but wonder what other risks you might be willing to take for her pleasure.
As you lay there with Wonyoung, basking in the afterglow of your raw, unprotected coupling, you thought the moment of passion had passed. Your spent cock remained nestled inside her slick heat, a reminder of the intense pleasure you had just shared.
But then, to your surprise, Wonyoung began to wiggle beneath you. She gently pushed on your chest, signaling for you to roll off her. As you complied, pulling out of her warm, tight sheath with a wet squelch, Wonyoung scooted down the bed until her head was level with your groin.
You watched in fascination as she wrapped her fingers around your softening shaft, pumping it slowly as she gazed up at you with a mischievous smile. "Mmmm, look at this mess," she purred, swirling her thumb through the mixture of your combined fluids leaking from your slit.
Before you could respond, Wonyoung leaned forward and ran her tongue along the underside of your shaft, lapping up the sticky essence. You groaned at the sensation, your half-hard cock twitching against her tongue.
Wonyoung chuckled softly before wrapping her lips around the head and sucking gently. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive glans, teasing the ridge and flicking over your slit to gather more of the combined juices.
"Fuck..." you moaned, tangling your fingers in her hair as she bobbed her head, taking you deeper into her warm, wet mouth. Wonyoung hummed in satisfaction, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body.
She continued to lick and suck at your cock, cleaning it thoroughly of any residual fluids. The sensation was incredible, her expert tongue working magic on your sensitive flesh. You could feel yourself hardening again under her ministrations, your hips lifting involuntarily to push more of yourself into her eager mouth.
Wonyoung picked up on your increased arousal and doubled her efforts. She took you deeper, her nose pressing against your pubic bone as she swallowed around your length. Her throat constricted rhythmically, massaging your shaft and pushing you closer to the edge.
"Oh god, Wonyoung," you panted, tugging on her hair as you thrust shallowly into her mouth. "I'm gonna cum again if you keep that up."
Wonyoung moaned in response, the vibrations making your cock throb with need. She looked up at you with lust-glazed eyes, nodding to indicate she wanted you to finish in her mouth.
That was all the encouragement you needed. With a few more sharp thrusts, you buried yourself deep in Wonyoung's throat and let go, spilling your seed directly into the warm cavern of her mouth. She swallowed greedily, her throat working to gulp down every last drop as you pumped what felt like an endless stream of cum into her waiting mouth.
Finally, as your orgasm subsided, Wonyoung pulled back, releasing your sensitive cock with a pop. She licked her lips clean of any stray drops, a satisfied smile on her face.
"Mmmm, delicious," she purred, crawling back up the bed to curl against your side. "I love tasting us together like that."
You wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as you both caught your breath. Your mind was a whirlwind of pleasure and awe at Wonyoung's insatiable appetite for you. You had never experienced anything like this before, this intense connection and desire.
The air is thick with anticipation as Minji pushes you onto the couch, her fingers already at the button of your jeans. Hanni drops to her knees beside you, her lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk. “You’ve been thinking about this all night, haven’t you?” she murmurs, her breath warm against your thigh. Minji yanks your pants down, and the second your cock springs free, Hanni doesn’t hesitate. She wraps her lips around the head, tongue swirling, as Minji rolls your balls in one hand. The wet heat of Hanni’s mouth is relentless—she takes you deep, throat flexing, while Minji watches with dark, hungry eyes.
“Fuck, look at you,” Minji growls, gripping the base of your shaft. “You two look so good together.” Her thumb swipes over your tip, spreading precum as Hanni pulls off with a slick pop. Hanni licks her lips. “Your turn,” she says, turning to Minji. Minji grins, sliding her fingers through Hanni’s hair as she guides her back down. Now it’s both of them—Hanni swallowing you again while Minji palms your shaft, stroking in time with her rhythm. You groan, hips rocking between their hands and mouths, lost in the wet, greedy pressure. This is just the beginning.
Hanni takes you deeper this time, her nose pressed against your stomach as her throat clenches around you. Just as you feel the tension building, Minji pulls her back by the hair. “My turn,” she purrs, replacing Hanni’s mouth with her own—sloppy, deliberate, her tongue dragging along your veins.
They trade off like that, Hanni’s soft lips and teasing swirls giving way to Minji’s hungry suction, each pull wetter than the last. Saliva glistens down your length, strands of it connecting their tongues as they switch, never letting you slip completely free. Hanni moans when Minji captures your cock again, her fingers slipping between her own thighs. “Fuck, she’s good at that,” she breathes, rubbing slow circles over her clit just to watch you twitch. You thrust upward, fucking Minji’s mouth as Hanni leans in to lick your balls, her nails scratching lightly at your thighs. The rhythm is relentless—Minji’s lips seal tight, hollowing her cheeks, while Hanni’s tongue traces every sensitive spot she can reach. The couch creaks beneath you, the air thick with the sound of slick, open-mouthed pleasure. Neither of them lets up, trading control, until your grip on the cushions is white-knuckled and desperate.
Minji pulls off with a gasp, lips swollen and slick. Hanni sits back just enough to let her spit into her palm before wrapping her fingers around your shaft—tight, slow, her grip slippery with both their saliva.
She strokes you deliberately, twisting her wrist on the upstroke while Minji leans in to drag her tongue over your tip, lapping at the precum beading there. The rhythm is filthy—
Hanni’s hand working you in long, gliding pulls while Minji’s mouth teases the head, sucking just enough to make you curse. Every stroke is wetter than the last, their combined spit dripping down your cock, coating Hanni’s fingers as she pumps faster. Minji catches your balls in her mouth, rolling them with her tongue as Hanni murmurs, “You like this? How we’re fucking ruining you?” Her thumb presses hard under the ridge, teasing that sweet spot just before you lose control. Your hips jerk, fucking into their hands and mouths, the friction relentless. The air reeks of sex, their breath hot on your skin as they take you apart
Hanni’s grip on your cock tightens as she leans in, her lips crashing against yours—hot, urgent, her tongue pushing past your teeth with a possessive hunger. The kiss is messy, sloppy with spit, her breath ragged as she strokes you harder, twisting her wrist just the way you like. Her other hand tangles in your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss as Minji watches, lips glistening. “Look at you two,”
Minji purrs, tracing a finger down your chest. “So fucking desperate.” Hanni breaks the kiss only to bite your bottom lip, tugging softly before diving back in, her tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that matches her hand.
She moans into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you as her fingers work your cock, slick and relentless. Every stroke is edged with desperation, her thumb flicking over the head just to hear you groan. Minji’s fingers trail lower, nails scraping your hip.
“Don’t stop,” she murmurs, pressing close—close enough for you to feel her breath on your neck—as Hanni takes you right to the edge with her mouth and her hands.
Hanni drags her teeth along your neck, her hand never stopping its brutal pace on your cock. "Mine," she growls against your skin, voice thick with greedy possession. Minji scoffs, shoving Hanni’s shoulder—not enough to break her rhythm, just enough to make her glare. "Bullshit. You’ve had your turn." Her fingers dig into your thigh as she leans in, lips brushing your ear. "I’m the one who *makes* him beg." Hanni’s grip tightens almost painfully, her thumb smearing pre-cum down your shaft.
"Fuck off—he likes my mouth better." To prove it, she drops to her knees without warning, swallowing you deep in one slick slide. Your hips jerk as her throat constricts around you, the wet heat unbearable. Minji doesn’t let her win that easily. She yanks Hanni back by the hair, her other hand replacing Hanni’s mouth with her own—tongue swirling around the head, slow and filthy. "You don’t know how to take your time," she taunts, licking a stripe up the underside. Hanni surges forward, shoving Minji aside to reclaim you, her lips wrapping around your cock again with a filthy moan.
But Minji’s already sliding two fingers into her own mouth, coating them with spit before pressing them against your hole, teasing. "Bet he’d rather feel me inside him," she murmurs, circling the rim. Hanni pulls off with a gasp, your cock glistening in her grip. "Keep dreaming." She licks the tip, eyes locked on Minji. "I’ll ride him so hard he forgets your name.
" Minji laughs, low and dark, and sinks her fingers into you without warning—stretching you open as Hanni surges up to kiss you again, her tongue claiming your mouth while her hand strokes you in time with Minji’s thrusts. "Fine," Minji breathes against your shoulder. "But I get his cock when you’re done." Hanni nips your jaw. "If he lasts that long."
You grab Hanni’s hips and nearly drag her down onto your mouth, groaning as her sweet taste floods your tongue. At the same time, Minji finally lowers herself, your cock stretching her tight pussy as she sinks down inch by inch. She shudders hard, moaning until she’s seated to the base.
“Fuck, so thick,” Minji whimpers, rolling her hips slowly. Her nails scrape your chest.
Hanni gasps when your tongue flicks her clit. “Yes... right there... oh god.” She grinds shamelessly on your mouth while tugging at her tits for you to watch.
Your hands clutch both of them greedily — one on Hanni’s firm ass as you eat her out, the other gripping Minji’s waist as she rides you faster.
Minji leans forward against your chest, riding hard, her small tits bouncing with every thrust. “I can feel him... every vein, every inch... oh fuck, I can’t stop—” she cries out, burying her face against your neck.
Hanni moans above you, thighs trembling around your head. “Your tongue’s so good... don’t stop, don’t stop—”
The room fills with the sticky sound of wet pussy sucking at your cock, with the obscene sounds of lips slurping, moans mixing into one messy symphony.
Eventually, Hanni can’t take it anymore. She slides down your body urgently, nudging Minji aside.
“My turn to ride that cock,” she pants, already positioning herself.
Minji, cheeks flushed and pussy dripping from the hard fucking, agrees with a wicked grin. “Go on, Hanni. I wanna watch you cream him.”
She kneels beside you and licks your spit-slick cock head as Hanni lowers herself onto you, ensuring it’s sliding perfectly into her tight heat.
“Oh shit!” Hanni gasps, nearly collapsing forward as your cock stretches her snug hole. “So big... it’s splitting me open...”
Minji watches intently, licking one of Hanni’s bouncing tits and pinching her nipples while you pound into the blonde’s pussy. “Yes, ride him, babe... let me see you cum all over his cock.”
The pace builds. Both girls are moaning, grinding, gasping, sometimes kissing over your sweat-soaked body while fighting for turns to get fucked. Minji sucks on your fingers while Hanni slams harder down onto your cock. Then they swap again.
Each thrust pushes you closer to erupting. Your groans are guttural; your orgasm building so hard your toes curl.
“Where do you want to cum, baby?” Minji teases, riding you fast as Hanni strokes your chest beside her. “All over our tits? Inside one of us? On our tongues while we swallow it?”
Hanni leans close to your ear: “Cum in me... fill me up. Please. I want to feel you dripping down my thighs after.”
The mix of their voices, lips, tits bouncing, and the tight vice of Minji’s pussy is too much.
Your release tears through you. You grab Minji’s waist and slam into her harder, groaning like an animal as you cum deep inside her tight, warm pussy. She shrieks, grinding down as the waves of heat spill into her — pulse after pulse of thick cum stuffing her until it spills out around your cock.
She collapses against your chest, panting. Hanni looks down, licking her lips before sliding two fingers into Minji to scoop up your cum, sucking them clean. “Mm... fucking delicious.”
The three of you lay tangled together, panting and spent after your marathon love-making session. As you catch your breath, you feel your cock still rock-hard and throbbing between your legs. Minji and Hanni exchange glances, both grinning.
Minji crawls down your body, leaving a trail of soft kisses along the way. She settles between your legs, wrapping her small hand around your shaft and giving it a few slow pumps.
"Looks like someone's still ready for more," she purrs, licking her lips. "Shall we finish things off with a bang? Or a mouthful, rather?"
Hanni giggles and positions herself next to Minji, looking up at you with hooded eyes. "I'm definitely up for a final round."
You grin down at the girls, more than happy to oblige their desires. Minji leans forward, wrapping her soft lips around the head of your cock and giving it a long, slow lick. Her tongue swirls around the tip teasingly before she takes more of you into her hot mouth.
Hanni joins in, running her tongue along the length of your shaft while Minji bobs her head up and down. They work in tandem, using their hands and mouths to stroke and suck every inch of you. The sensation is mind-blowing, leaving you panting and moaning.
The girls speed up their movements, sucking harder and faster. You feel your orgasm building, pleasure radiating through your entire body. With one final thrust, you explode into their eager mouths. They both moan around your cock as you paint their tongues with thick shots of cum. They swallow every drop before pulling off, licking their lips in satisfaction.
You collapse back onto the bed, spent but incredibly satisfied. The girls cuddle against your sides, basking in the afterglow together. It's a perfect end to an unforgettable day and night of pleasure with two stunning idols.
The lights dim, and the crowd’s excited murmur swells into a roar. You stand just offstage, mic in hand, heart pounding. The giant LED screen behind you flickers with the award show’s logo before fading into a dramatic black.
“Ready?” a familiar voice asks softly beside you.
You turn to see Chaewon in her glittering silver outfit, hair swept back, eyes sparkling under the stage lights. She tilts her head slightly, the corner of her mouth lifting in a smirk. “Don’t freeze up out there,” she teases, nudging your arm.
“Me? Freeze? You’re the one who said you might trip in those heels,” you shoot back, earning a soft laugh from her.
The MC’s voice echoes through the arena: “Please welcome… for the first time ever, a special collaboration performance—Chaewon and Y/N!”
The stage bursts to life with gold and crimson lighting. You both step forward together, the roar of the audience hitting like a wave. Chaewon moves with practiced grace, her voice blending perfectly with yours as you sing the opening lines. The two of you exchange glances between verses—quick, electric, and full of unspoken rhythm.
Midway through the choreography, you take her hand for the partner spin. For a split second, you forget the thousands of eyes on you; it’s just her, smiling at you under the glow of the spotlight.
When the final note rings out, the crowd explodes. Confetti rains down as you and Chaewon bow, and she leans in just enough to whisper over the noise, “Told you we’d kill it.” The stage doors swung shut behind you, muffling the thunder of the crowd. The adrenaline still pulsed in your veins, but now it was mixed with the warmth of victory.
Chaewon let out a small breath, fanning herself with one hand. “Wow… that was insane,” she said, a hint of disbelief in her voice.
She glanced at you, her lips curling into that familiar, knowing smile. “Yeah, but I didn’t expect you to match my energy like that. Guess I underestimated you.”
“Guess you did,” you teased, leaning slightly closer as you both kept walking down the narrow hallway lined with stage crew and congratulatory nods.
Someone from the staff handed Chaewon a water bottle, and she cracked it open, taking a long sip before passing it to you without a word. The simple gesture caught you off guard, but you accepted it, your fingers brushing hers for the briefest second.
“Don’t let this go to your head,” she murmured, a playful edge in her tone. “One good collaboration doesn’t mean I’m making you my permanent partner.”
"Hey," she says softly, a coy smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "You pulled of that last choreo perfectly"
"Thanks," you reply, leaning in closer. "I couldn't stop thinking about you out there."
Chaewon's smile widens, and she steps forward, pressing her body against yours. "Is that so? Maybe we should do something about that, then."
Her words send a shiver down your spine, and before you can respond, she's pulling you into a passionate kiss. Her lips are soft and warm, and you can feel the heat radiating off her body.
Chaewon breaks the kiss, her breathing heavy as she looks up at you with desire in her eyes. "I want you," she whispers, her hands roaming over your chest and abs. "I want to taste you."
She drops to her knees, her fingers making quick work of your belt and zipper. Your cock springs free, hard and throbbing with need. Chaewon wraps her hand around your shaft, stroking slowly as she leans in, her breath hot against your skin.
"Fuck," you groan, my head falling back against the wall. Chaewon chuckles softly, her tongue darting out to lick at the tip of your cock. She circles it teasingly, her hand continuing to stroke up and down your length.
Slowly, she takes more of you into her mouth, her lips wrapping around your shaft as she begins to bob her head. She takes you deeper with each stroke, her tongue swirling around your cock as she sucks hard.
You tangle your fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as she works your cock with skill. She takes you deeper and deeper, until you can feel the head of your cock hitting the back of her throat.
Chaewon looks up at you, her eyes watering slightly as she takes you fully into her mouth. She holds you there for a moment, her throat constricting around your shaft as she swallows around you.
You let out a low moan, the sensation almost too intense to bear. Chaewon pulls back slightly, her hand stroking your slick shaft as she catches her breath.
"That's it," she purrs, her voice low and seductive. "I want you to fuck my face. Use me like the dirty slut I am."
Her words send a surge of lust through you, and you grip her hair tighter, thrusting forward into her waiting mouth. Chaewon takes you deep again, her nose pressed against your pelvis as she gags around your cock.
You set a hard and fast pace, fucking her face with abandon. She takes it like a champ, moaning around your shaft as she strokes your balls with her free hand.
The sensation is overwhelming, and you can feel your orgasm building quickly. You thrust deeper and harder, chasing your release as Chaewon takes everything you give her.
With a final thrust, you bury yourself deep in her throat, your cock pulsing as you explode. Chaewon swallows every drop, her throat working overtime as she drinks down your load.
You slump back against the wall, gasping for air as Chaewon pulls off your spent cock with a pop. She looks up at you with a satisfied smile, her lips glistening with saliva and cum.
"That was incredible," you manage to say, your voice hoarse from pleasure.
Chaewon stands up, pressing her body against yours once more. "It's not over yet," she whispers in your ear, her hand sliding down to cup your balls. "I want more."
You feel your cock twitch back to life at her words, and you know that this is just the beginning of a night of pleasure and depravity.
Chaewon's words send a jolt of excitement through you, and you feel your cock hardening once more. She smiles up at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she takes your hand and leads you deeper into the backstage area.
You follow her through a maze of corridors, the sound of music and cheering fading into the distance. Finally, she stops in front of a door and opens it, pulling you inside.
The room is dark, with only a single light illuminating the space. It's a dressing room, with mirrors and makeup stations lining one wall. But what catches your eye is the large, plush couch that dominates the center of the room.
Chaewon pushes you down onto the couch, straddling your lap as she leans in for another kiss. Her tongue explores your mouth, tangling with yours as she grinds her hips against your growing erection.
You reach up to cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh through her tight top. Chaewon moans into your mouth, arching her back to press herself more firmly into your touch.
She breaks the kiss, sitting back and pulling her top off in one smooth motion. Her breasts spill free, the dusky nipples already hard with arousal. You lean forward, taking one in your mouth and swirling your tongue around the sensitive peak.
Chaewon gasps, her hands tangling in your hair as you lavish attention on her breasts. You switch to the other nipple, biting gently as you continue to suck and lick.
Your hands roam her body, exploring every curve and hollow. You slip your fingers beneath the waistband of her skirt, teasing at the damp fabric of her panties.
Chaewon grinds down against your hand, seeking more friction. You oblige, rubbing your fingers along her slit through the thin barrier of cloth. She's already wet, her arousal seeping through the fabric.
Suddenly, Chaewon pulls away, standing up and shimmying out of her skirt. She's left in nothing but a tiny pair of lace panties, her pussy clearly visible through the damp material.
She hooks her thumbs in the waistband and slowly pulls them down, revealing her smooth, shaved mound. You can see the glistening of her juices on her folds, and your mouth waters at the sight.
Chaewon turns around, bending over to present her ass to you. She looks back at you over her shoulder, a coy smile playing on her lips. "I want you to taste me," she says, her voice low and sultry.
You don't need to be told twice. You lean forward, burying your face between her cheeks. Your tongue delves between her folds, lapping at her juices like a man starved.
Chaewon moans, her hips bucking back against your face. You grip her ass, spreading her cheeks wider as you feast on her pussy. Your tongue swirls around her clit, flicking the sensitive bud as you thrust two fingers deep inside her.
She's tight, her walls clenching around your digits as you pump them in and out. You curl your fingers, stroking along her inner walls as you suck hard on her clit.
Chaewon's moans grow louder, her thighs trembling as you bring her closer to the edge. You can feel her walls starting to flutter around your fingers, and you double your efforts, fucking her harder with your tongue and hand.
With a cry, Chaewon comes undone, her pussy spasming around your fingers as she gushes into your mouth. You lap up every drop, savoring the sweet taste of her arousal.
As she comes down from her high, Chaewon turns around, pushing you back onto the couch. She climbs on top of you, straddling your hips as she grinds her slick pussy against your hard cock.
"I need you inside me," she whispers, positioning herself over your shaft. "I need to feel you stretching me open."
You groan as she sinks down onto you, your cock disappearing inside her tight heat. She's so wet, taking you to the hilt with ease. Chaewon starts to move, rising up until just the tip remains inside her before slamming back down.
You grip her hips, helping to set a hard and fast pace as she rides you. The couch creaks beneath you, the sound mingling with the slap of skin on skin and Chaewon's cries of pleasure.
She leans forward, changing the angle and allowing you to go even deeper. You can feel every inch of her, her walls fluttering around your shaft as she takes you to the hilt.
Chaewon's nails dig into your chest as she picks up the pace, chasing her second orgasm. You thrust up to meet her, driving yourself deeper as you feel your own release building.
With a final cry, Chaewon comes again, her pussy clamping down around you like a vice. The sensation is too much, and with a roar, you explode inside her, painting her walls with your seed.
Chaewon collapses on top of you, both of you panting and sweaty from the exertion. You hold her close, stroking her back as you both come down from your highs.
But even as you bask in the afterglow, you can feel your cock starting to stir again inside her. Chaewon must feel it too, because she lifts her head to look at you, a wicked grin on her face.
"And you're a naughty girl," you reply, smacking her ass playfully. "But I'm not done with you yet."
Chaewon laughs, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Good. Because I have so many more ideas for us to try.
Chaewon grins wickedly at your suggestion, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh, I like the way you think," she purrs, climbing off your lap and getting onto her hands and knees on the floor in front of you.
You stand up, your cock already hard and ready for more. Chaewon looks up at you, her lips parted invitingly. "Fuck my throat," she says, her voice low and sultry. "Use me like your personal fuck toy."
Your grip on your shaft tightens at her words, a surge of lust coursing through you. You kneel down behind her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back.
Chaewon moans, arching her back to present her ass to you. You rub the head of your cock against her lips, smearing them with your pre-cum. "Open wide," you growl, pushing forward and breaching the entrance to her throat.
Chaewon gags slightly as you slide inside, her throat constricting around your shaft. But she takes it like a champ, her eyes watering but her expression determined.
You start to thrust, shallow at first but quickly gaining speed. Chaewon relaxes her throat, allowing you to go deeper with each stroke. You can feel the back of her throat against the tip of your cock, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.
You set a hard and fast pace, fucking her face with abandon. Chaewon takes it all, her moans muffled by your cock but still audible. The sound only spurs you on, and you grip her hair tighter, pounding into her throat.
Your balls slap against her chin with each thrust, the lewd sound filling the room. You can feel your orgasm building quickly, the intense suction of her throat too much to resist.
With a final thrust, you bury yourself deep, your cock pulsing as you explode down her throat. Chaewon swallows around you, her throat working overtime to milk every last drop from your shaft.
You pull out, gasping for air as Chaewon coughs and sputters, cum dribbling down her chin. She looks up at you with a satisfied smile, licking her lips clean of your seed.
"Fuck, that was intense," you manage to say, your voice hoarse from exertion.
Chaewon chuckles, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You're not done yet, are you? I want to taste more of your cum."
Before you can respond, she's crawling towards you, her tongue snaking out to lap at the tip of your cock. You groan, your spent shaft twitching back to life at her touch.
Chaewon takes you into her mouth, sucking gently as she works you back to full hardness. It doesn't take long, her skilled mouth and tongue coaxing you to readiness once more.
When she pulls off your cock, it's standing at attention, ready for more. Chaewon stands up, turning around and presenting her ass to you once more.
"Fuck me from behind," she says, looking back at you over her shoulder. "I want to feel you stretching my pussy again."
You don't need to be told twice. You grab her hips, lining yourself up with her entrance and slamming inside with one hard thrust. Chaewon cries out, her walls stretching to accommodate your thick shaft.
You set a brutal pace, pounding into her pussy with all the force you can muster. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, mingling with Chaewon's moans of pleasure.
You reach around to rub her clit, your fingers circling the sensitive nub in time with your thrusts. Chaewon's moans grow louder, her walls starting to flutter around your cock.
"Come for me," you growl, your thrusts becoming erratic as you feel your own release approaching. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
With a scream, Chaewon does just that, her pussy clamping down around you like a vice as she comes hard. The sensation is too much, and with a roar, you explode inside her, flooding her walls with your seed.
You collapse onto the couch, pulling Chaewon down with you. You both lay there panting, sweat glistening on your skin as you come down from your highs.
But even as you bask in the afterglow, you can feel your cock starting to stir again. Chaewon must feel it too, because she lifts her head to look at you, a wicked grin on her face.
"You're insatiable," she teases, grinding down on your hardening shaft. "But I'm not done with you yet."
And with that, she starts to move again, ready to take you on another wild ride of passion and pleasure.
The lights dim, and the crowd’s excited murmur swells into a roar. You stand just offstage, mic in hand, heart pounding. The giant LED screen behind you flickers with the award show’s logo before fading into a dramatic black.
“Ready?” a familiar voice asks softly beside you.
You turn to see Chaewon in her glittering silver outfit, hair swept back, eyes sparkling under the stage lights. She tilts her head slightly, the corner of her mouth lifting in a smirk. “Don’t freeze up out there,” she teases, nudging your arm.
“Me? Freeze? You’re the one who said you might trip in those heels,” you shoot back, earning a soft laugh from her.
The MC’s voice echoes through the arena: “Please welcome… for the first time ever, a special collaboration performance—Chaewon and Y/N!”
The stage bursts to life with gold and crimson lighting. You both step forward together, the roar of the audience hitting like a wave. Chaewon moves with practiced grace, her voice blending perfectly with yours as you sing the opening lines. The two of you exchange glances between verses—quick, electric, and full of unspoken rhythm.
Midway through the choreography, you take her hand for the partner spin. For a split second, you forget the thousands of eyes on you; it’s just her, smiling at you under the glow of the spotlight.
When the final note rings out, the crowd explodes. Confetti rains down as you and Chaewon bow, and she leans in just enough to whisper over the noise, “Told you we’d kill it.” The stage doors swung shut behind you, muffling the thunder of the crowd. The adrenaline still pulsed in your veins, but now it was mixed with the warmth of victory.
Chaewon let out a small breath, fanning herself with one hand. “Wow… that was insane,” she said, a hint of disbelief in her voice.
She glanced at you, her lips curling into that familiar, knowing smile. “Yeah, but I didn’t expect you to match my energy like that. Guess I underestimated you.”
“Guess you did,” you teased, leaning slightly closer as you both kept walking down the narrow hallway lined with stage crew and congratulatory nods.
Someone from the staff handed Chaewon a water bottle, and she cracked it open, taking a long sip before passing it to you without a word. The simple gesture caught you off guard, but you accepted it, your fingers brushing hers for the briefest second.
“Don’t let this go to your head,” she murmured, a playful edge in her tone. “One good collaboration doesn’t mean I’m making you my permanent partner.”
"Hey," she says softly, a coy smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "You pulled of that last choreo perfectly"
"Thanks," you reply, leaning in closer. "I couldn't stop thinking about you out there."
Chaewon's smile widens, and she steps forward, pressing her body against yours. "Is that so? Maybe we should do something about that, then."
Her words send a shiver down your spine, and before you can respond, she's pulling you into a passionate kiss. Her lips are soft and warm, and you can feel the heat radiating off her body.
Chaewon breaks the kiss, her breathing heavy as she looks up at you with desire in her eyes. "I want you," she whispers, her hands roaming over your chest and abs. "I want to taste you."
She drops to her knees, her fingers making quick work of your belt and zipper. Your cock springs free, hard and throbbing with need. Chaewon wraps her hand around your shaft, stroking slowly as she leans in, her breath hot against your skin.
"Fuck," you groan, my head falling back against the wall. Chaewon chuckles softly, her tongue darting out to lick at the tip of your cock. She circles it teasingly, her hand continuing to stroke up and down your length.
Slowly, she takes more of you into her mouth, her lips wrapping around your shaft as she begins to bob her head. She takes you deeper with each stroke, her tongue swirling around your cock as she sucks hard.
You tangle your fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as she works your cock with skill. She takes you deeper and deeper, until you can feel the head of your cock hitting the back of her throat.
Chaewon looks up at you, her eyes watering slightly as she takes you fully into her mouth. She holds you there for a moment, her throat constricting around your shaft as she swallows around you.
You let out a low moan, the sensation almost too intense to bear. Chaewon pulls back slightly, her hand stroking your slick shaft as she catches her breath.
"That's it," she purrs, her voice low and seductive. "I want you to fuck my face. Use me like the dirty slut I am."
Her words send a surge of lust through you, and you grip her hair tighter, thrusting forward into her waiting mouth. Chaewon takes you deep again, her nose pressed against your pelvis as she gags around your cock.
You set a hard and fast pace, fucking her face with abandon. She takes it like a champ, moaning around your shaft as she strokes your balls with her free hand.
The sensation is overwhelming, and you can feel your orgasm building quickly. You thrust deeper and harder, chasing your release as Chaewon takes everything you give her.
With a final thrust, you bury yourself deep in her throat, your cock pulsing as you explode. Chaewon swallows every drop, her throat working overtime as she drinks down your load.
You slump back against the wall, gasping for air as Chaewon pulls off your spent cock with a pop. She looks up at you with a satisfied smile, her lips glistening with saliva and cum.
"That was incredible," you manage to say, your voice hoarse from pleasure.
Chaewon stands up, pressing her body against yours once more. "It's not over yet," she whispers in your ear, her hand sliding down to cup your balls. "I want more."
You feel your cock twitch back to life at her words, and you know that this is just the beginning of a night of pleasure and depravity.
Chaewon's words send a jolt of excitement through you, and you feel your cock hardening once more. She smiles up at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she takes your hand and leads you deeper into the backstage area.
You follow her through a maze of corridors, the sound of music and cheering fading into the distance. Finally, she stops in front of a door and opens it, pulling you inside.
The room is dark, with only a single light illuminating the space. It's a dressing room, with mirrors and makeup stations lining one wall. But what catches your eye is the large, plush couch that dominates the center of the room.
Chaewon pushes you down onto the couch, straddling your lap as she leans in for another kiss. Her tongue explores your mouth, tangling with yours as she grinds her hips against your growing erection.
You reach up to cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh through her tight top. Chaewon moans into your mouth, arching her back to press herself more firmly into your touch.
She breaks the kiss, sitting back and pulling her top off in one smooth motion. Her breasts spill free, the dusky nipples already hard with arousal. You lean forward, taking one in your mouth and swirling your tongue around the sensitive peak.
Chaewon gasps, her hands tangling in your hair as you lavish attention on her breasts. You switch to the other nipple, biting gently as you continue to suck and lick.
Your hands roam her body, exploring every curve and hollow. You slip your fingers beneath the waistband of her skirt, teasing at the damp fabric of her panties.
Chaewon grinds down against your hand, seeking more friction. You oblige, rubbing your fingers along her slit through the thin barrier of cloth. She's already wet, her arousal seeping through the fabric.
Suddenly, Chaewon pulls away, standing up and shimmying out of her skirt. She's left in nothing but a tiny pair of lace panties, her pussy clearly visible through the damp material.
She hooks her thumbs in the waistband and slowly pulls them down, revealing her smooth, shaved mound. You can see the glistening of her juices on her folds, and your mouth waters at the sight.
Chaewon turns around, bending over to present her ass to you. She looks back at you over her shoulder, a coy smile playing on her lips. "I want you to taste me," she says, her voice low and sultry.
You don't need to be told twice. You lean forward, burying your face between her cheeks. Your tongue delves between her folds, lapping at her juices like a man starved.
Chaewon moans, her hips bucking back against your face. You grip her ass, spreading her cheeks wider as you feast on her pussy. Your tongue swirls around her clit, flicking the sensitive bud as you thrust two fingers deep inside her.
She's tight, her walls clenching around your digits as you pump them in and out. You curl your fingers, stroking along her inner walls as you suck hard on her clit.
Chaewon's moans grow louder, her thighs trembling as you bring her closer to the edge. You can feel her walls starting to flutter around your fingers, and you double your efforts, fucking her harder with your tongue and hand.
With a cry, Chaewon comes undone, her pussy spasming around your fingers as she gushes into your mouth. You lap up every drop, savoring the sweet taste of her arousal.
As she comes down from her high, Chaewon turns around, pushing you back onto the couch. She climbs on top of you, straddling your hips as she grinds her slick pussy against your hard cock.
"I need you inside me," she whispers, positioning herself over your shaft. "I need to feel you stretching me open."
You groan as she sinks down onto you, your cock disappearing inside her tight heat. She's so wet, taking you to the hilt with ease. Chaewon starts to move, rising up until just the tip remains inside her before slamming back down.
You grip her hips, helping to set a hard and fast pace as she rides you. The couch creaks beneath you, the sound mingling with the slap of skin on skin and Chaewon's cries of pleasure.
She leans forward, changing the angle and allowing you to go even deeper. You can feel every inch of her, her walls fluttering around your shaft as she takes you to the hilt.
Chaewon's nails dig into your chest as she picks up the pace, chasing her second orgasm. You thrust up to meet her, driving yourself deeper as you feel your own release building.
With a final cry, Chaewon comes again, her pussy clamping down around you like a vice. The sensation is too much, and with a roar, you explode inside her, painting her walls with your seed.
Chaewon collapses on top of you, both of you panting and sweaty from the exertion. You hold her close, stroking her back as you both come down from your highs.
But even as you bask in the afterglow, you can feel your cock starting to stir again inside her. Chaewon must feel it too, because she lifts her head to look at you, a wicked grin on her face.
"And you're a naughty girl," you reply, smacking her ass playfully. "But I'm not done with you yet."
Chaewon laughs, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Good. Because I have so many more ideas for us to try.
Chaewon grins wickedly at your suggestion, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh, I like the way you think," she purrs, climbing off your lap and getting onto her hands and knees on the floor in front of you.
You stand up, your cock already hard and ready for more. Chaewon looks up at you, her lips parted invitingly. "Fuck my throat," she says, her voice low and sultry. "Use me like your personal fuck toy."
Your grip on your shaft tightens at her words, a surge of lust coursing through you. You kneel down behind her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back.
Chaewon moans, arching her back to present her ass to you. You rub the head of your cock against her lips, smearing them with your pre-cum. "Open wide," you growl, pushing forward and breaching the entrance to her throat.
Chaewon gags slightly as you slide inside, her throat constricting around your shaft. But she takes it like a champ, her eyes watering but her expression determined.
You start to thrust, shallow at first but quickly gaining speed. Chaewon relaxes her throat, allowing you to go deeper with each stroke. You can feel the back of her throat against the tip of your cock, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.
You set a hard and fast pace, fucking her face with abandon. Chaewon takes it all, her moans muffled by your cock but still audible. The sound only spurs you on, and you grip her hair tighter, pounding into her throat.
Your balls slap against her chin with each thrust, the lewd sound filling the room. You can feel your orgasm building quickly, the intense suction of her throat too much to resist.
With a final thrust, you bury yourself deep, your cock pulsing as you explode down her throat. Chaewon swallows around you, her throat working overtime to milk every last drop from your shaft.
You pull out, gasping for air as Chaewon coughs and sputters, cum dribbling down her chin. She looks up at you with a satisfied smile, licking her lips clean of your seed.
"Fuck, that was intense," you manage to say, your voice hoarse from exertion.
Chaewon chuckles, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You're not done yet, are you? I want to taste more of your cum."
Before you can respond, she's crawling towards you, her tongue snaking out to lap at the tip of your cock. You groan, your spent shaft twitching back to life at her touch.
Chaewon takes you into her mouth, sucking gently as she works you back to full hardness. It doesn't take long, her skilled mouth and tongue coaxing you to readiness once more.
When she pulls off your cock, it's standing at attention, ready for more. Chaewon stands up, turning around and presenting her ass to you once more.
"Fuck me from behind," she says, looking back at you over her shoulder. "I want to feel you stretching my pussy again."
You don't need to be told twice. You grab her hips, lining yourself up with her entrance and slamming inside with one hard thrust. Chaewon cries out, her walls stretching to accommodate your thick shaft.
You set a brutal pace, pounding into her pussy with all the force you can muster. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, mingling with Chaewon's moans of pleasure.
You reach around to rub her clit, your fingers circling the sensitive nub in time with your thrusts. Chaewon's moans grow louder, her walls starting to flutter around your cock.
"Come for me," you growl, your thrusts becoming erratic as you feel your own release approaching. "I want to feel you come on my cock."
With a scream, Chaewon does just that, her pussy clamping down around you like a vice as she comes hard. The sensation is too much, and with a roar, you explode inside her, flooding her walls with your seed.
You collapse onto the couch, pulling Chaewon down with you. You both lay there panting, sweat glistening on your skin as you come down from your highs.
But even as you bask in the afterglow, you can feel your cock starting to stir again. Chaewon must feel it too, because she lifts her head to look at you, a wicked grin on her face.
"You're insatiable," she teases, grinding down on your hardening shaft. "But I'm not done with you yet."
And with that, she starts to move again, ready to take you on another wild ride of passion and pleasure.
The smell of something warm and sweet drifted into your room before the morning light even had a chance to fully creep past the blinds. You rubbed your eyes, yawned, and stumbled out into the hallway, your hair doing its best impression of a bird’s nest.
From the kitchen came the faint sound of humming — the kind she only did when she thought no one was listening. You rounded the corner to find Wonyoung at the stove, drowning in one of your oversized hoodies that nearly reached her knees. The sleeves were so long she had to bunch them up just to hold the spatula properly.
“Morning,” she said without looking up, voice soft and a little raspy from sleep.
“Morning, bunny,” you replied automatically, leaning your shoulder against the doorway.
That got her attention. She froze mid-flip, the spatula hovering over a pancake. “Bunny?” she repeated, raising a brow but not turning fully toward you.
You grinned, shuffling into the kitchen. “Yeah. You’re small, soft, and cute… plus, you keep stealing all the carrots from the fridge. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
Her cheeks went faintly pink, though she tried to hide it by focusing on the pan. “That’s… not a very intimidating nickname, you know.”
“It’s not supposed to be intimidating,” you said, grabbing two mugs and pouring coffee into them. “It’s supposed to be you.”
She glanced at you from the corner of her eye, the tiniest smile tugging at her lips. “You’re lucky I’m making breakfast or I’d throw this at you.”
You handed her a mug. “Bunny pancakes, then?”
Her laugh was soft, almost reluctant. “Maybe. But only if you pour the syrup this time. And no drowning them.”
The two of you fell into the familiar morning rhythm — her flipping pancakes, you setting the table in that lazy, half-effort way that always made her roll her eyes. The apartment felt warm despite the early hour, the sound of the kettle clicking off mixing with the quiet patter of rain against the windows.
When the food was finally ready, she slid into the seat across from you, tucking one leg under herself. “You know,” she said between bites, “you can’t just give me a nickname and not expect one in return.”
“Oh?” you smirked, raising an eyebrow. “What’s mine, then?”
She tilted her head, pretending to think, though you could see the spark of mischief in her eyes. “Hmm… maybe I’ll save it for when you least expect it.”
You chuckled, shaking your head. “Alright, bunny. I’ll be ready.”
The rain hadn’t let up all day, turning the city outside into a watercolor blur. You and Wonyoung were sprawled on the couch, a soft blanket tangled between you. The coffee table in front of you was an absolute disaster — half-eaten popcorn, two mugs from earlier, and a forgotten bowl of instant noodles that had long gone cold.
“Okay,” you said, scrolling through the streaming menu for the fifth time, “we’ve been at this for twenty minutes. Just pick something.”
She huffed dramatically, tucking her knees up under the blanket. “Well, you always veto my choices.”
“Because your choices are either documentaries about rabbits—”
“They’re educational,” she interjected.
“—or those sad romance dramas that end with someone dying in the rain.”
Wonyoung gave you a slow side-eye. “That’s called art, Y/N.”
You grinned, resting your head on the back of the couch. “It’s called depressing.”
She rolled her eyes, but you caught the little smile she was trying to hide. “Fine. What do you want to watch, then?”
“Something light,” you said. “Maybe an action comedy. Or one of those cooking competitions where they panic over burnt cupcakes.”
“That’s oddly specific,” she muttered, but she reached for the remote anyway.
As she scrolled, you nudged her knee under the blanket. “You know, you’re kind of like one of those contestants.”
Her brow furrowed. “How?”
“Because you panic over the smallest things, but somehow it still turns out cute.” You smirked. “Bunny.”
She groaned, hiding her face in the blanket. “You’re still calling me that?”
“Forever,” you said without hesitation.
When she peeked out again, her expression had softened, and for a moment the flickering TV light caught in her eyes. “You’re ridiculous,” she murmured, but she shifted closer until your shoulders touched.
By the time you settled on some cooking show neither of you were really paying attention to, she was leaning against you, her head tucked under your chin. The blanket was warm, her hair smelled faintly like your shampoo, and the rain outside felt more like a lullaby than background noise.
You glanced down to see her eyelids fluttering, the fight over the remote already forgotten. “Sleepy?” you whispered.
She hummed in response, barely awake.
“Goodnight, bunny,” you said softly.
Her lips curved in a faint smile before she drifted off. And with the weight of her against you, the quiet rain, and the glow of the TV, you figured there wasn’t a single place in the world you’d rather be.
The morning was dreadful.
Not because the weather was bad — the sunlight was spilling warmly across the apartment — but because you had to leave Wonyoung for work.
She was still curled up in bed, hair fanned across the pillow, one arm lazily reaching for the blanket you’d pulled halfway up to her shoulder. Her breathing was slow and even, the kind of peaceful that made you seriously consider calling in sick just to stay home.
As you buttoned your shirt, you glanced at her one more time, unable to resist. You stepped closer, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. She murmured something incoherent in her sleep, her lips twitching slightly, and it made your heart ache in the best way.
You bent down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “See you later, bunny,” you whispered, even though she probably couldn’t hear you. Then you forced yourself to leave before you actually did change your mind.
Work was… eh. The same endless string of emails, polite nods, and coffee breaks that blurred together into one long sigh. But the thing that kept you going was the mental countdown — six hours. Just six hours until you’d see her again.
By the time you clocked out, the tiredness in your bones wasn’t from work, but from the anticipation of getting home. You practically jogged the last block to your building, the thought of her making every step lighter.
As you stroll into the apartment, a warm smile spreads across your face at the cozy scene before you. Wonyoung is curled up on the couch, her bare feet tucked under her, gazing up at the TV with rapt attention. Her pastel pink hair is tied up in a messy bun, wisps falling loosely around her face. She's changed into an oversized sweater and cute little shorts, her tan legs stretched out before her. In one hand she holds a half-eaten bag of popcorn, and the other is fiddling with a strand of hair.
You can't help but chuckle at the picture she makes, so comfortable and carefree. Wonyoung startles slightly at the sound, whipping her head around to face you. Her cheeks flush a pretty pink and she smiles brightly. "Oh hey you! I didn't hear you come in," she giggles, scrambling to sit up properly.
You walk over and plop down beside her on the couch, wrapping an arm around her slim shoulders and pulling her close. "Looks like my bunny girl has been busy today," you tease, nuzzling into her soft hair and inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla and strawberries. "What are you watching?"
Wonyoung grins up at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Just some boring old K-drama. But it's not as boring as lounging around all day like a lazy bum!" She pokes your side playfully, making you laugh.
"Ah yes, my girlfriend the productivity queen," you chuckle, pulling her onto your lap so she's straddling your hips. Wonyoung's breath hitches as she feels your growing excitement pressing against her through your jeans. She rocks her hips slightly, rubbing herself along your length. "Maybe if you keep that up, I'll have to punish you for being so naughty~"
Wonyoung shivers at the promise in your voice, goosebumps prickling across her skin. She leans in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers, "Please daddy, teach me a lesson~ I've been so bad today."
You groan at her sweet words, gripping her hips tightly and grinding up against her core. Wonyoung gasps and arches into you, her fingers digging into your shoulders. "Fuck, bunny girl," you growl, your hands sliding up under her sweater to cup the soft swells of her breasts. "You're so goddamn perfect. I could never get enough of you."
Wonyoung whimpers as you palm her tits through her bra, your calloused thumbs grazing over the stiff peaks of her nipples. She tugs impatiently at your shirt, desperate to feel your bare skin against hers. "Off, take it off," she pants, already working on the buttons.
You let her shove your shirt up and over your head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Your chiseled abs and muscular chest are bared to her hungry gaze, and Wonyoung licks her lips appreciatively. She runs her small hands over your pecs and down the defined lines of your torso, memorizing every inch of you.
Gripping her hips, you flip her onto her back and settle between her spread thighs. Wonyoung lets out a breathless laugh, tangling her fingers in your dark hair and pulling you down for a deep kiss. Your tongues dance and twist together as you grind your hard cock against her soaked panties.
You break away with a groan, peppering hot kisses along the elegant line of her neck as your hands work to strip off her clothes. Wonyoung lifts her hips eagerly, letting you pull down her shorts and toss them aside. You make quick work of your jeans next, shoving them down your legs and kicking them away.
Finally bare before you, Wonyoung lies back on the couch cushions, her golden skin flushed and dewy with perspiration. Her round tits heave with each panting breath, the rosy tips pebbled in the cool air. Your cock throbs painfully as you drink in the sight of your gorgeous girlfriend splayed out for you like a feast.
"God bunny, you're so fucking sexy," you rasp, settling back between her parted thighs. "I want to worship every inch of you."
Wonyoung blushes prettily at your words, spreading her legs wider in invitation. She's dripping with arousal, her puffy pink folds glistening and practically begging for your touch. You lean down and take a long, slow lick up her slit, moaning at the sweet taste of her essence on your tongue.
"Oh god yesss," Wonyoung hisses, fisting her hands in your hair and grinding herself against your face shamelessly. "Eat me daddy, make me cum!"
You lap and suck at her needy cunt, alternating between flicking her clit with the tip of your tongue and thrusting deep inside her tight channel. Wonyoung writhes and mewls beneath you, her thighs quivering around your head as she races towards climax.
With a final hard suck on her throbbing clit, Wonyoung comes undone with a high-pitched wail. Her back arches sharply as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her, leaving her trembling and boneless in the aftermath. You continue to lick gently at her fluttering hole until she's completely spent, savoring every drop of her release.
When she's come down from her high, you slide up her body and capture her lips in a deep, filthy kiss. Wonyoung whimpers into your mouth, tasting herself on your tongue. She reaches down to grasp your aching cock, pumping it firmly in her small hand.
"I need you inside me," she breathes against your lips. "Please daddy, fill me up with your big cock. I want to feel you stretch me wide."
You groan at her lewd words, positioning yourself at her entrance. With one hard thrust, you bury yourself balls-deep in her soaked heat. Wonyoung cries out at the sudden penetration, clinging to your shoulders as she adjusts to your size.
"You're so fucking tight bunny," you grit out through clenched teeth, giving her a moment to relax around you. "I don't know how long I'll last with this sweet pussy squeezing me like a vice."
Wonyoung whimpers and rocks her hips up to meet yours, coaxing you to move. "It's okay daddy," she pants, "Give it to me hard. Fuck me like you mean it."
Gripping her hips bruisingly tight, you begin to piston in and out of her clutching heat. The wet slap of skin against skin and your harsh grunts fill the room as you pound into Wonyoung's willing body. She meets you thrust for thrust, rolling her hips to take you deeper.
"Yes, yes, fuck me harder!" Wonyoung wails, her nails raking down your back. "I'm gonna cum, don't stop!"
You feel her walls start to flutter around you as she teeters on the edge, and you redouble your efforts. Reaching down between your bodies, you rub firm circles on her swollen clit, pushing her over the precipice.
Wonyoung comes with a scream of your name, convulsing almost violently beneath you as ecstasy overwhelms her senses. Her cunt clamps down on you like a fist, milking your orgasm from you. With a harsh curse, you bury yourself as deep as you can go and erupt inside her, painting her womb with thick ropes of your seed.
You collapse on top of her, both of you panting harshly as you try to catch your breath. Wonyoung wraps her arms around you, stroking your sweat-damp hair tenderly. "I love you so much," she whispers, "Thank you for making me feel so good."
You lift your head to gaze down at her, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Love you too bunny girl. More than anything. My beautiful princess." You press a gentle kiss to her forehead, nuzzling into her hair. "You're mine forever now."
Wonyoung giggles and snuggles closer, resting her head on your chest as you both bask in the afterglow. "Yours forever," she agrees happily, "My Boyfriend who loves me."
The next morning, you wake up to the feeling of something hot and wet wrapped around your morning wood. Your eyes flutter open to the sight of Wonyoung's pink hair splayed across your abs as she kneels between your legs, your hard cock sliding in and out of her parted lips.
"Fuck bunny, what a way to wake up," you groan, tangling your fingers in her silky hair. "Feels so good, just like that."
Wonyoung hums around your length, sending delicious vibrations through your shaft. She bobs her head faster, taking you deeper into her throat with each pass. The wet sounds of her slurping fill the room, only adding to the erotic tableau.
You rock your hips up to meet her mouth, fucking her face gently. Wonyoung looks up at you through thick lashes, her green eyes dark with lust. Seeing your girl so wanton and eager for your cock is nearly enough to make you explode right then.
"God you look so pretty with your lips wrapped around me," you rasp, fighting the urge to come too soon. "Such a good girl, taking me so deep."
Wonyoung whimpers and hollows her cheeks, sucking you harder. One small hand comes up to gently fondle your balls, rolling them in her palm. You can feel your orgasm building at the base of your spine, your cock throbbing with each pass over her talented tongue.
Reaching down, you tug gently on her hair, pulling her off your dick with a wet pop. "Need to be inside you bunny," you pant, "Gonna fill up this sweet cunt and make you scream."
Wonyoung shivers at your filthy words, crawling up your body to straddle your hips. She reaches between your bodies to grasp your shaft, guiding you to her entrance. With a slow roll of her hips, she sinks down onto you, enveloping you in her tight heat.
"Ohhh fuck yes," she hisses, rolling her hips to take you deeper. "Love feeling you stretch me wide, daddy."
You grip her hips, thrusting up into her willing body as she rides you hard and fast. The bed creaks rhythmically as the wet slap of skin against skin and your harsh grunts fill the air. Wonyoung's tits bounce enticingly with each movement, rosy nipples just begging to be sucked.
Growling, you lean up to capture one stiff peak between your teeth, nibbling and laving it with your tongue. Wonyoung keens high in her throat, grinding down onto you harder. "Yes yes, just like that!" she wails, "Gonna make me cum so hard!"
You can feel her starting to flutter around you, her inner muscles already beginning to ripple with impending release. Sliding one hand between your bodies, you press your thumb to her clit, rubbing quick tight circles over the swollen nub.
"Cum for me bunny," you demand, "Let me feel this pussy cream all over my cock. Wanna fill you up with my hot load."
Wonyoung cries out sharply as your words and touch send her hurtling over the edge. Her head throws back and her eyes roll back as ecstasy crashes through her like a tidal wave. Her cunt clamps down on you like a vice as she comes hard, coating your shaft in her slick arousal.
The rhythmic squeezing of her walls proves too much for you, and with a harsh groan, you bury yourself as deep as you can go and start to pulse inside her. Thick ropes of your seed paint her insides as you fill her up to the brim with your essence.
Wonyoung collapses on top of you bonelessly, both of you panting harshly as you try to come down from your high. You wrap your arms around her small frame, holding her close as your spent cock slips out of her still fluttering hole.
a/n: I actually had this in the drafts for a while, and thought this should be my first smut post, but I am stewpidcheescatarinabluu and its “stewpid” (see what i did there? display of elite writing prowess) not to post karina as my first smut debut, anyways enjoy this sakura smut, i’ll be cleansing my soul once again :)) requests are open as always and commissions are highly appreciated and are prioritized!
The lights were blinding, the bass thundering through the floor, and thousands of voices merged into one deafening roar. You’d seen Sakura Miyawaki command stages before, her every move razor-sharp, her smile effortless — but tonight something was off.
It started small. A half-step out of sync during the chorus. Then another. You saw the flicker of panic cross her face, so quick the cameras might’ve missed it. But she knew. And from that moment, the rhythm seemed to slip through her fingers like water.
By the bridge, her hands trembled. She glanced toward the wings, eyes searching for an anchor, but the heat of the lights and the sheer volume pressing in on her only made her breath hitch.
Then, as the final beat hit, she didn’t bow or wave. She turned. Fast. Almost stumbling. Her mic clattered into someone’s hands as she pushed past the stagehands, ignoring the voices calling her name.
Down the narrow hallway backstage, her steps quickened until she was practically running. The arena’s roar fades behind you as the dressing-room door seals, leaving only the soft hiss of air from the vents and the glittering hum of the vanity lights. Sakura bursts in, shoulders hitching with a tremor you’ve seen a thousand times before but never looking so fragile. Her hairpin catches a stray beam of light and glints like a fallen star as she leans against the vanity, hands pressed to her temples.
You don’t rush. You don’t crowd. You move close enough that the scent of citrus wipes and perfume wraps around her, then you pause, let her exhale—one, two, three—before you speak.
“Tell me what happened,” you say softly, your voice a steady anchor in the storm of her nerves.
She looks up, meets your eyes with a flicker of rage and relief braided together. “I—” Her teeth worry her bottom lip. “I messed up a move, right in the middle of the chorus. The timing slipped, and I—” She swallows, trying to steady the tremor in her hands. “I’m supposed to be flawless.”
You reach out, not to take over but to share the weight. Your hand lands at the small of her back, guiding her to sit and settle the rattled energy into something more manageable. She sits, the sequins of her shimmering dress brushing the edge of the chair as if to remind her of the moment she’s supposed to own.
“Let’s reset it,” you say, voice low but sure. You speak with the calm you’ve learned to wield on crowded streets and crowded stages alike. “Take a breath. Look at me. We’ll take it from the top.”
Her gaze lingers on you, then drifts to the mirror, where the reflection of a woman who can bend light with her flighty smile stares back. A strand of hair loosens and you tuck it behind her ear with a touch that’s almost intimate in its quiet certainty. The moment doesn’t demand anything more than a careful, honest presence—so you give her that.
“I need you to feel safe,” you murmur, and it isn’t just about the show. It’s about the space you’ve carved out together, where mistakes don’t erase worth but teach a better way forward.
Her breath slows. The edge of her mouth softens into a grateful smile that trembles at the corners. “Okay,” she whispers, and the word lands between you like the first honest note of a new run.
Slowly, you slide closer, not invading her space but offering yourself as a shield against the world outside these walls. You rest your hand at the back of her neck, not to pull her body into you but to steady the tremor there, to remind her that she has a harbor to return to.
Her fingers slide along your sleeve, a cautious, almost hopeful touch that tells you she’s ready to lean. You tilt your chin just enough to catch the line of her gaze, keep it there, and she meets you halfway with a breath that fogs a little on the glass between you.
Then it happens—not a rush, but a slow, deliberate closeness. Your lips brush hers in a kiss that’s light at first, a question you both answer with a shared exhale. It grows into something warmer, more certain, the kind of kiss that says you’re not erasing the failure but embracing the person who’s resilient enough to move past it. Her hands find your shoulders, pull you in with a gentle insistence, a want threaded through the reassurance you’ve offered since the moment she walked through that door.
You don’t fuse tongues or press for more than the moment allows. You hold the kiss, slow and meaningful, and when you finally ease back, the room feels different—safer, steadier, as if the wings of doubt have folded away for now.
Sakura rests her forehead against yours for a heartbeat, cheeks catching the soft glow from the vanity lights. “Thank you,” she breathes, not just for the kiss but for the space to be imperfect and still worthy.
“Always,” you say, and your voice feels like a promise you both can hear clearly in the quiet between breaths.
your hand still resting lightly on Sakura’s shoulder as you searched her face. Her breathing had slowed a little, but the storm in her eyes hadn’t fully cleared.
“You okay now?” you asked quietly.
Before she could answer, hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. You turned just as Chaewon rounded the corner, followed closely by Kazuha, Yunjin, and Eunchae, their expressions tight with worry.
“Sakura!” Chaewon called, rushing forward.
Sakura straightened immediately, slipping out from the small space between you and the wall. Her smile was faint, shaky at the edges, but it was enough to send Eunchae running into her arms.
“We saw you leave the stage,” Kazuha said softly, brushing a stray hair from Sakura’s face. “We thought you were hurt.”
Yunjin glanced at you briefly, her sharp eyes catching the subtle tension still hanging in the air. She didn’t say anything, just stepped closer to drape her jacket over Sakura’s shoulders.
The group formed a loose circle around her, their voices overlapping in a mix of reassurance and gentle teasing — anything to pull her back into their orbit.
You stayed a step back, watching. The way they looked at her, you knew she was more than just their teammate — she was their anchor. And for now, that was what she needed most.
The room once again goes still as the last door shuts and the hallway’s distant hum fades into a quiet sigh. You hear the soft murmur of the arena outside, then the faint rustle of backstage curtains as if the building itself is catching its breath. The others have checked in and drifted away, leaving you two alone with the glow of vanity lights and the scent of citrus wipes still clinging to the air.
Sakura turns to you, hair catching the light, eyes bright and fixed on you with a spark that says she’s choosing you in this moment. She steps closer, body softening the space between you, and you feel the pulse along her throat as she inhales, as if she’s gathering courage from the very breath she’s shared with you before.
Her hand finds the nape of your neck, fingers threading through the hair at the base of your skull. Your grasp answers hers, one hand sliding to the curve of her waist, pulling her in close until there’s barely any distance left between your mouths. The kiss is hot from the first press, a hungry collision of lips that learns the fast language of need as much as protection.
Her mouth moves against yours with a tremulous certainty, lips parting to meet your tongue in a messy, fevered dance. She whimpers a little, a sound that goes straight to your chest, and you respond with a deeper pull, guiding her closer until her chest brushes yours, the soft breath of her exhale warming your skin. Her hands roam—one at your shoulder, the other sliding down your spine, fanning to your hip and stealing a moment to grip you there, pulling you tighter still.
You tilt your head, angling the kiss until it becomes a fierce flood of sensation—teeth catching lips, tongues tangling in a rush of shared heat. She answers with a star-bright, messy kiss of her own, mouths clashing, breaths hitching together in a chorus that only the two of you can hear. Her legs find a wordless invitation around your waist; she threads a leg between yours, hitching it higher as you deepen the kiss, the world narrowing to the feel of her body pressed against yours and the way her fingers trail heat across your chest through the fabric of your shirt.
The touch grows bolder: her nails lightly rake your back, leaving a line of fire that travels up and down your spine. Your hands drift—one feeling the curve of her waist, the other tangling in the lock of hair at the nape of her neck—holding her in place as the kiss grows sloppier, more urgent, the room vanishing into a private thunderstorm of mouth and breath and heartbeat.
For a moment you pause, foreheads resting together, the heat between you buzzing in the quiet air. You murmur against her lips, soft and steady, “Are you sure—” and she cuts you off with a breathy, breathless nod, the answer written in the way she leans into your hold, submitting to the moment with a dangerous kind of trust.
Then you surge back into the kiss, slower this time but no less intense, savoring the messy, electric connection—the way her tongue finds yours with reckless abandon, the way she clings to you as if you’re the only thing keeping the world from tipping. Her hands slide lower, tracing the line of your waist, tugging at the hem of your shirt, seeking warmth, seeking closeness, seeking you.
The kiss finally breaks not with a shout, but with a breath that raggedly catches in your lungs. You rest your forehead against hers, your chests heaving in a shared rhythm, the faint sound of the arena drifting in through the door like a distant storm you’ve learned to ride together.
Sakura wipes a damp strand of hair from her cheek and smiles, a reckless, bright thing that feels almost dangerous in this private moment. “That was…,” she starts, trailing off with a hungry laugh.
“Too honest to pretend it didn’t happen,” you reply, pulling her a fraction closer and stealing another faint kiss before you both loosen your grip and settle into a safer distance. The moment lingers, the heat between you not fading so much as settling into something steadier, something you can carry with you back to the stage.
The encore fades into a roar of applause that rolls through the arena like a tidal wave. You’re backstage, shoulders still tight from the tension of the set, when Sakura reappears at the threshold of the wings—glowing under the stage lights, that same damn cute smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. It’s the kind of smile that makes your heartbeat stutter, the kind that feels like a secret you’re sharing with the whole room.
She catches your gaze and holds it for a heartbeat longer than necessary, then tilts her head with that bright, reckless ease she wears so well. The smile isn’t big, but it’s enough to wreck you—soft and wicked all at once, the kind that says she sees you, cares, and perhaps wants to tease a little more than the performance allows.
The crowd’s adrenaline still hums in the air as she drifts closer, not in a rush but with a measured grace that makes the moment feel personal. You meet her halfway, the press of bodies and timing dissolving into the heat between you. Her hand lands at the back of your neck—the same touch that steadied you before, now threaded with a new, teasing intent. She leans in close enough that you can feel her breath warm your cheek, the scent of stage makeup and something sweeter curling between you.
“Nice save out there,” she whispers, a spark in her eyes. “That smile was your best move.”
You swallow, wanting to reply with something witty, something honest, but all you can manage is a quiet, “You did most of the saving.”
She laughs softly, a sound that travels straight to your ribs. Then she steps closer, the toe of her shoe brushing yours in a playful, deliberate way. The smile widens, and you’re struck again by how that little curve of lips can make your world tilt—how her presence tightens the air you share, turning ordinary backstage into a charged space you both know isn’t just about the tour.
Her fingers glide along your sleeve, a subtle invitation to lean in, to let the warmth of her body pull you into the moment you’ve both been circling. When you do, she rests her forehead against yours for a heartbeat, a breath you both ride together. The smile never fades; it grows bolder, more mischievous, as if to say, I’m here, I’m yours, and we’re not done yet.
“Keep your eyes on me,” she murmurs, the command playful but sincere. The next beat she tilts closer, brushing your lips with a kiss that’s soft and lingering, enough to ignite a spark you both pretend isn’t there in the middle of a world of lights and cameras. It’s a kiss that tastes of relief and risk and the thrill of being seen—just you and her in this private, shared moment.
When the kiss breaks, she rests a casual, teasing smile against your mouth, her breath still warm against your skin. She steps back with a wink that hits you in the chest, then glides away toward the corridor with the same effortless grace she carries on stage. The smile lingers in your thoughts as you watch her disappear into the bustle, the memory of that sweet, reckless moment settling into the rhythm of your heartbeat.
The arena’s roar swells again as the next act lines up, but you feel a new current running through you—a promise that the next time she looks your way, it won’t just be a glance. It’ll be the same cute, arousing smile, and a shared moment that pretends the world doesn’t exist outside the backstage door
The weeks blurred into a carousel of airports, rehearsal halls, and neon-lit hotel lobbies. You moved like clockwork, always a step behind Sakura — ready to guide her through crowds, shield her from overeager fans, or just keep her in sight when the chaos hit.
But somewhere between the stages and the soundchecks, she started playing this quiet game with you.
A glance over her shoulder mid-performance. A subtle wink during soundcheck when no one was watching. The kind that didn’t just catch your attention — it derailed your entire train of thought. By the time you remembered to breathe, she’d already turned away, pretending nothing happened.
And now, in Bangkok, the game had followed you here.
It was late when she found you in the hallway, leaning casually against the wall outside her room. The city lights spilled through the tall glass windows behind her, catching in her hair.
“You’re up late,” you said, keeping your voice steady.
She tilted her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “So are you.”
For a heartbeat, you both just stood there — you trying to read her, her looking at you like she already knew what was in your head. Then, with that same quiet confidence she carried on stage, she stepped closer, fingers brushing the edge of her door.
And before you could find an answer, she was already holding the door open.
"C-come in," Sakura stammers, stepping aside to let you enter. The door closes softly behind you as Sakura leads you into the living room, her bare feet padding against the plush carpet. She offers you a drink from the mini-bar, her fingers trembling slightly as she hands you the glass.
"I'm really glad you're here," Sakura whispers, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. "It gets so lonely on the road and... I just wanted someone to keep me company tonight."
She sets her own drink down on the coffee table and turns to face you, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. "I've never... I mean, I don't have much experience with this sort of thing," she admits shyly, her gaze darting to the floor. "But I feel so comfortable with you."
Your heart swells with affection for the sweet, innocent girl before you. You set your drink aside and take Sakura's small hands in yours, giving them a gentle squeeze. "It's okay," you soothe, tilting her chin up with your finger so she's forced to meet your gaze. "We don't have to rush into anything. Just relax and let me take care of you."
Sakura nods, her shoulders sagging with relief. You pull her into your arms, resting your chin on the top of her head as she burrows against your chest. Your hands stroke up and down her back, rubbing soothing circles into the fabric of her dress.
After a moment, Sakura tilts her head back and captures your lips in a chaste kiss. She tastes like champagne and cherries, her mouth soft and pliant against yours. You deepen the kiss slowly, coaxing her to part her lips and allow you entrance.
Your tongue delves into the warm cavern of her mouth, tangling with hers in a sensual dance. Sakura whimpers into the kiss, her fingers curling into your shirt as she presses closer. You walk her backwards towards the bedroom, never breaking the contact of your lips.
When Sakura's legs hit the edge of the bed, she sits down, pulling you with her. You settle on top of her, your body cradled between her thighs. She arches beneath you with a soft sigh, her hips lifting to meet yours.
Your hand finds the zipper of her dress and slowly drags it down, baring her smooth skin inch by tantalizing inch. Sakura blushes deeply as you peel the fabric away, revealing her simple white bra and panties. You dip your head, pressing hot kisses along the column of her throat and down to the swell of her breasts.
Sakura gasps as you palm the soft mounds, her nipples hardening against your touch. She squirms beneath you, mewling with pleasure as you lavish attention on her sensitive breasts. Your fingers make quick work of the front clasp of her bra, freeing the perfect globes to your hungry gaze.
"Beautiful," you breathe, lowering your mouth to one rosy peak. Sakura cries out as you draw the nipple into your mouth, suckling gently. Her hands fist in your hair, holding you close as you worship her body with lips and tongue.
By the time you tug her panties down her thighs, Sakura is a quivering mess beneath you. Her pussy glistens with arousal, the pink folds slick and swollen with need. You trail your fingers through her damp curls, circling her clit lightly.
"Ohhh," Sakura whimpers, her hips bucking into your touch. You tease her mercilessly, drawing out her pleasure until she's practically begging for more. Only then do you sink two fingers deep into her tight channel, curling them just right.
Sakura's back arches off the bed as she comes undone, her inner walls fluttering around your invading digits. You work her through it, stroking her G-spot until she collapses bonelessly against the mattress.
With trembling hands, Sakura reaches for you, fumbling with the fastenings of your pants. She frees your aching erection and strokes you reverently, marveling at the thick length.
"I want you inside me," she breathes, spreading her legs in invitation. You notch the head of your cock at her entrance, pushing forward slowly. Sakura lets out a shuddering moan as you fill her inch by delicious inch, stretching her impossibly tight sheath around you.
You set a gentle pace, letting Sakura adjust to your size. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she meets your every thrust. Soon she's writhing beneath you, her hips lifting to take you deeper.
"Harder," Sakura gasps, surprising herself with the demand. You oblige, slamming into her with increased fervor. The wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echo through the room, mingling with Sakura's wanton cries.
You feel your climax building at the base of your spine, your balls drawing up tight. With a guttural groan, you bury yourself to the hilt and explode inside Sakura's spasming pussy, coating her womb with your seed.
Sakura follows soon after, her body shaking with the force of her release. She clings to you, her face buried in the crook of your neck as she rides out the waves of pleasure crashing over her.
You collapse beside her, pulling her close as you both struggle to catch your breath. Sakura snuggles into your side, placing a soft kiss on your chest. "That was... incredible," she sighs happily. "Thank you for being so gentle with me."
You press a kiss to the top of her head, smiling down at her adoringly. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, my sweet Sakura. I'm yours, forever and always."
Sakura beams up at you, her eyes shining with love and contentment. "I'm so lucky to have you by my side," she whispers, curling into you even more tightly. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
You and Sakura spend the next few days exploring each other's bodies in increasingly intimate ways, each encounter more passionate than the last. On the third night, you find yourselves tangled in the luxurious hotel sheets once again, your skin slick with sweat and desire.
Sakura mewls beneath you as you kiss your way down her body, lingering at her breasts to suckle and tease her hardened nipples. She arches into your touch, her fingers threading through your hair as she guides your head lower. You obey her unspoken command, trailing open-mouthed kisses down her toned stomach until you reach the apex of her thighs.
The scent of her arousal fills your nostrils as you inhale deeply, savoring the intoxicating aroma. Sakura whimpers as you part her glistening folds with your fingers, revealing her swollen clit. You dip your head, your tongue delving into her wet heat to lap up the sweet nectar of her desire.
"Oh god, yes!" Sakura cries out, her hips bucking against your face. You work her relentlessly, alternating between licking and sucking on her sensitive nub. Your fingers pump in and out of her tight channel, curling to hit that magical spot that has her seeing stars.
Sakura's legs quake as her climax approaches, her inner walls fluttering around your invading digits. With a final flick of your tongue against her clit, she comes undone with a keening wail, her release gushing over your chin. You lap at her hungrily, prolonging her pleasure until she collapses back onto the bed, boneless and sated.
But you're far from done with her. Flipping Sakura onto her stomach, you admire the tantalizing view of her pert ass and glistening pussy. She looks back at you over her shoulder, her eyes dark with lust. "Fuck me," she demands breathlessly, arching her back to present herself to you.
With a growl, you notch the head of your cock at her entrance and surge forward, burying yourself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. Sakura gasps at the sudden intrusion, her hands fisting in the sheets as she adjusts to your size. You give her a moment to acclimate before setting a hard and fast pace, slamming into her from behind.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as you pound into Sakura's dripping cunt, her slick walls gripping you like a vise. She meets your every thrust, pushing back against you greedily. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips as you rail her mercilessly, the force of your movements causing her to slide across the bed.
Sakura's moans rise in pitch as another orgasm builds low in her belly, her pussy starting to flutter around your pistoning shaft. You reach around to strum her clit, circling the sensitive nub with your thumb. Sakura shrieks as she comes apart at the seams, her body convulsing with the force of her release.
You're right behind her, your balls tightening as your climax swiftly approaches. With a final thrust, you bury yourself as deep as you can go and explode inside Sakura's spasming sheath, flooding her womb with your hot seed. You collapse onto her back, both of you panting and trembling in the aftermath.
Later, as you lay entwined with Sakura in the bathtub, you take turns soaping each other up, your hands gliding over slick skin. Sakura turns around to straddle your lap, water sluicing down her back as she sinks down onto your hardening cock. You groan at the feel of her enveloping heat, your hands gripping her hips to guide her movements.
Sakura rides you slowly, rolling her hips in a sensual grind that has you seeing stars. She leans in to capture your lips in a languid kiss, her tongue tangling with yours as she undulates above you. The water sloshes around you with each rise and fall of her body, the sound muffled by the pounding of your hearts.
You thumb Sakura's clit in time with her gyrations, feeling her walls begin to ripple around you. She breaks the kiss with a gasp, her head falling back as she chases her release. With a few well-placed swivels of her hips, Sakura comes apart in your arms, her pussy clamping down on you like a vice.
The sensation is too much and you follow her over the edge, spilling yourself inside her with a ragged groan. Sakura slumps against your chest as you both come down from your highs, your hands stroking soothing circles on each other's backs.
The next morning, Sakura awakens you with a sensual kiss and a sultry smile. She straddles your hips and rubs herself along your growing erection, moaning at the feel of your hard length between her slick folds. You sit up and take a nipple into your mouth, sucking and biting gently as she grinds against you.
Sakura reaches between your bodies to stroke your shaft, guiding you to her entrance. With a smooth roll of her hips, she sinks down onto you, engulfing you in her velvety heat. You groan against her breast as she starts to ride you slowly, building up a steady rhythm that has you both panting with need.
Your hands grip Sakura's ass, kneading the firm globes as you thrust up into her from below. She bounces on your cock with increasing fervor, her nails digging into your shoulders for support. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin and Sakura's wanton moans as she chases her pleasure.
You flip Sakura onto her back, driving into her harder and faster. Her legs wrap around your waist, heels digging into your lower back as she meets you thrust for thrust. "Fuck me harder," Sakura demands breathlessly, her eyes wild with lust. "Make me yours!"
Your hips snap forward like a piston, slamming into Sakura's g-spot with each deep stroke. Her pussy starts to flutter around you, signaling her impending orgasm. You redouble your efforts, pushing Sakura higher and higher until she finally shatters with a scream of ecstasy, her inner walls milking your cock for all it's worth.
With a final, powerful thrust, you bury yourself as deep as you can go and explode inside Sakura's spasming sheath, flooding her with your seed. You collapse onto the bed beside her, both of you gasping for breath as you come down from your shared high.
In the days that follow, you and Sakura continue to explore each other's bodies in every way imaginable - missionary, doggy style, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, spooning that leaves you both impressed and breathless. Each encounter is more passionate than the last, fueled by a growing love and devotion for one another.
And as you lay entwined together on the final night of The Le sserafim’s tour, basking in the afterglow of another mind-blowing lovemaking session and the excitement of how the members don’t know anything., you know that no matter what the future may hold, you'll always have this incredible bonding experience to look back on - the time when two souls came together in perfect harmony, leaving an indelible mark on each other's hearts.
Karina had been your next-door neighbor for as long as you could remember or at least long enough that you could track your crush on her through the seasons. It started small: a wave from across the driveway, the occasional chat about the weather, her laugh carrying over the fence when she was on a call. But sometimes you can't help but feel a stirring in your loins as you spot Karina heading out, her voluptuous curves accentuated by her tight dress. Those long lavish locks sway with each step, teasing you. You've fantasized about having your way with her more times than you can count, that sinful body writhing beneath you as you pleasure her. But it remains a dirty secret.
Today is the day you finally get a chance to be close to her. Karina asked for your help in cleaning her house, and you eagerly agreed, anything to spend time with the gorgeous temptress. You knock on her door, pulse quickening as she opens it, a vision in a sheer white blouse that clings to her generous bust and black miniskirt. Your jeans feel tight as your cock twitches at the sight.
"Thanks so much for coming over," Karina purrs, those full lips curled in a smile that sets your blood on fire. She leads you inside, her hips swaying hypnotically. You try to focus on your task but can't tear your eyes away from her.
Cleaning turns to casual conversation as you work side by side. Karina perches on the couch, long legs crossed, as she chats animatedly. Your gaze falls to her feet, clad in strappy black heels. They're small, dainty, with perfectly painted toes. The sight sends a jolt of desire straight to your groin.
Suddenly, a feather duster floats to the floor at Karina's feet. Without thinking, you cross the room to retrieve it. As you bend down, you realize Karina has kicked off her heels and wiggled her toes. The delicate digits are mere inches from your face.
You freeze, staring transfixed at her perfect feet. Then, unable to resist, you slowly reach out and gently caress one sole with your fingertips. Karina's breath catches and she looks at you with wide eyes, biting her plump lower lip. Encouraged by her reaction, you bring her foot to your mouth, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her arch.
Karina lets out a soft moan, shifting to give you better access. You take advantage, sucking each toe into your mouth as your hands massage her ankles and calves. She squirms in pleasure, thighs rubbing together.
Emboldened, you spread her legs and settle between them, gazing up at her. Slowly, teasingly, you kiss up one inner thigh as your hands push her skirt higher. Karina gasps as you nip at the sensitive skin, so close to her throbbing core. She tangles her fingers in your hair, urging you on.
When you finally reach the damp lace of her panties, you inhale deeply, groaning at her heady musk. With your teeth, you tug the scrap of fabric aside, exposing her glistening folds. You swipe your tongue through them, savoring her taste.
Karina cries out, back arching off the couch as you devour her pussy. You lick and suck greedily, working two fingers inside her tight heat. She rides your face shamelessly, juices flowing over your chin. You look up at her just as she throws her head back in ecstasy, screaming your name.
You stand, kissing her hard as you fumble with your belt. Your cock springs free, hard and pulsing. Karina wraps her hand around it, stroking firmly as you grind against her. Suddenly she pushes you back and drops to her knees.
Her hot little mouth engulfs your shaft in one smooth glide, taking you deep. You groan as she bobs her head enthusiastically, tongue swirling around your tip. She releases you with a wet pop and strokes you as she looks up at you with smoldering eyes.
"Fuck my throat," she demands breathlessly. "I want to choke on your cock."
You tangle your fingers in her silky hair and thrust forward. Karina opens wide, letting you plunge into her tight throat over and over. Tears stream down her face as she gags and sputters around you but she never pulls away.
When you can't take anymore, you yank her up and bend her over the arm of the couch. You hike up her skirt and plunge into her dripping cunt with one brutal thrust. Karina wails in pleasure, shoving back against you.
You pound into her mercilessly, fingers digging into her hips. Her pussy clenches around you like a vice as you rail her from behind. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room.
"Harder," Karina begs, reaching back to pull you deeper. "Fill me up with your cum!"
Her wanton words push you over the edge. With a roar, you slam home and explode inside her, painting her insides with thick ropes of seed. Karina throws her head back with a scream as she comes apart beneath you, milking every last drop.
You collapse on top of her, both gasping for breath. As you come down from your high, reality starts to set in. You just fucked your gorgeous neighbor senseless and can't even begin to imagine how you'll face her again after this.
You savor the taste of Karina on your lips as she stands and leads you to her bedroom, hips swaying seductively. The air is thick with lust and anticipation. She shuts the door and turns to face you, slowly unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a lacy black bra barely containing her heavy breasts.
"You didn't think we were done already, did you?" she purrs, climbing onto the bed and kneeling in the center. She crooks a finger at you, beckoning you to join her.
You eagerly oblige, crawling over her and capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Your hands roam her curves, squeezing and caressing. Karina mewls into your mouth, arching into your touch. She pushes you onto your back and straddles your waist, grinding her damp panties against your stiffening cock.
You reach up to fondle her tits, tweaking her nipples through the thin lace. Karina gasps, throwing her head back in pleasure. Her hips swivel in tight circles, driving you wild with need.
Abruptly, she flips around on top of you, reversing her position. Now your face is buried between her ass cheeks and her mouth is inches from your throbbing erection. She drags her tongue up your shaft, eyes locked on yours, before taking you deep into her throat once more.
You moan into her ass, kneading the plump flesh. You drag your hands up her thighs to her dripping core, pushing two fingers inside her slick heat. Karina cries out around your cock, taking you deeper still.
Your fingers pump in and out of her while you circle her clit with your thumb. Her hips buck wildly, smothering your face with her perfect ass. She picks up the pace, bobbing her head faster, saliva dripping down your balls.
You can feel your orgasm building but you don't want to finish like this. You gently push on Karina's hips, letting your softening cock slip from her lips with a wet pop. She looks at you questioningly but lets you guide her onto her hands and knees.
From behind, you drink in the sight of her juicy ass presented to you. Her pussy glistens, swollen and ready. You spread her cheeks and spit on her puckered hole, massaging it with your thumb.
Karina gasps, clenching down. "Oh god, yes," she moans. "Fuck my ass!"
You line up your cock and push in slowly, groaning as her tight ring of muscle yields. Karina rocks back onto you, impaling herself inch by inch. When you're buried to the hilt, you give her a moment to adjust before pulling out halfway and slamming back in.
She cries out, head dropping between her shoulders as you begin a hard, fast pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingled with your grunts and Karina's pleasured screams. You fuck her ass mercilessly, reaching around to rub her clit furiously.
Karina mewls incoherently, pushing back to meet every thrust. Her pussy spasms wildly as her orgasm crashes over her. You bury yourself deep and explode inside her, painting her tight passage with your hot seed.
You collapse onto the bed beside her, both of you panting harshly. Karina rolls over and snuggles into your side, trailing kisses along your chest.
"That was incredible," she sighs contentedly. "I can't believe I've wasted all this time not letting you use me like that."
You stroke her hair and pull her closer, already feeling your cock start to stir again at the thought of all the other depraved acts you can subject her to.
Karina straddles your waist, draping her lush curves over you. She kisses you deeply, tongue sliding against yours. Her full breasts press against your chest, nipples hard little points. You grip her hips, grinding your hardening cock between her thighs.
She sits up, bracing her hands on your chest as she rocks against you. You palm her tits, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh. Karina tosses her head back in ecstasy, her long hair spilling down her back.
She leans down to capture your lips again, kissing you breathless. You explore every inch of her mouth, savoring the taste of her. Her tongue tangles with yours, both of you groaning into the kiss.
Karina breaks away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. She looks down at you with lust-darkened eyes, chest heaving. Slowly, she sinks down on your throbbing shaft, taking you to the hilt in one smooth glide.
You both moan at the sensation, Karina's tight walls enveloping you like a glove. She begins to move, undulating her hips sensuously. You thrust up to meet her, filling her again and again.
Her pace quickens, riding you hard. The wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the room. Karina throws her head back with a wanton moan, tits bouncing as she impales herself on your cock over and over.
Your hands grip her waist tightly, helping her set a brutal rhythm. Sweat drips down your chests, mixing with hers. You can feel your climax building, balls drawing up tight.
Karina leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as she grinds her clit against you. Your moans mingle as you both tumble over the edge, finding release in each other's arms. You flood her pussy with your hot seed, triggering her own explosive orgasm.
You hold her close as she collapses on top of you, both of you panting harshly. Karina rests her forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes with a satisfied smile.
"That was amazing," she breathes. "I could stay here in your arms forever."
You pull her into a tender kiss, savoring the closeness. As your breathing returns to normal, you stroke her hair, pressing soft kisses to her face.
For now, the rest of the world fades away. There's only the two of you, tangled together in a web of pleasure and passion. A smile tugs at your lips as you imagine all the dirty things you'll do to this gorgeous creature in the future.
The night air was still warm when you stepped out of Karina’s front gate, your hand still tingling from the last squeeze she gave it. She leaned against the doorway with that little smirk, the one that could unravel you faster than anything she’d said tonight and gave you a lazy wave.
You returned it, trying to look casual even though your heartbeat still hadn’t slowed since you’d crossed her living room.
The walk home felt shorter than usual, though maybe that was because your mind refused to let go of what just happened. The echo of her laugh, the softness of her hair against your fingers, the way her eyes lingered on you like she was memorizing the moment all of it replayed on a loop.
By the time you made it to your bed, you didn’t bother with the lights. You just fell face-first into the sheets, a grin you couldn’t fight tugging at your lips. The night was over, but your thoughts… well, they weren’t planning to let you sleep anytime soon.
THE NEXT MORNING
A soft knock at the door draws your attention. You're still in your robe, having just gotten out of the shower. Curious, you open the door to find Karina on your doorstep, holding two brown paper bags that look heavy with groceries.
"Good morning," she chirps, pushing past you into your apartment. "I come bearing breakfast supplies. I thought it was about time you had some company, and I wanted to show you what I can do in the kitchen."
You can't help but admire the way her jeans hug her curvy figure as she bends to stow the bags on the counter. She glances back at you over her shoulder, a coy smile playing about her lips.
"Well? Are you going to stand there gawking or help me unload these?" Karina's words are teasing, but you can see the flicker of hunger in her eyes as they roam your barely-clothed form.
Chuckling, you busy yourself unpacking the bags while Karina rinses her hands. There's eggs, bacon, hash browns, and all the fixings for a hearty breakfast. Your stomach rumbles at the thought.
"I didn't realize you were such an early bird," you comment, putting away the last of the perishables. "What brought on this sudden urge to cook for me?"
Karina shrugs, moving to crack eggs into a bowl. "I just thought you could use a little cheering up, is all. You've been looking a bit down lately. I figured a nice, hot meal might lift your spirits."
Her words tug at something deep inside you. It's true, you have been feeling a bit blue. And her unexpected act of kindness has gone a long way towards chasing those gloomy feelings away.
"Well, I appreciate it," you say sincerely. "Let me help with that."
Together, you set to work preparing the meal. Karina hums softly as she cooks, a little smile on her face. You steal glances at her as you assist, marveling at how domestic the scene feels. Like she belongs here in your kitchen with you.
All too soon, the food is ready. You sit down to enjoy the fruits of your labors, exchanging small talk and easy laughter over eggs and coffee. The longer you spend in her company, the more you feel the last of your cares melting away.
As you clear the plates, Karina sidles up behind you, sliding her arms around your waist. She presses a warm kiss to the back of your neck, making you shiver.
"I think I'm going to like being your neighbor," she murmurs against your skin. "Especially if it means I get to wake up with you every morning."
Your pulse quickens at her implication. The way her body molds to yours sets your blood on fire. Slowly, you turn in her embrace, sliding your arms around her.
"I think I'd like that too," you whisper, before capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
The kiss ignites a fire between you, hot and hungry. Your hands roam her curves, caressing the swell of her breasts through her shirt. Karina mewls into your mouth, arching into your touch.
She tugs at the tie of your robe, parting the fabric to reveal your bare skin. Her fingers dance over your chest, making you shiver. Karina presses open-mouthed kisses along your jaw as her hand drifts lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your boxers.
You groan as her fingers wrap around your hardening cock, stroking you to full mast. Karina pumps your shaft slowly, thumb swirling around the head. Your hips flex into her touch, seeking more friction.
With a wicked grin, she drops to her knees before you. Karina looks up at you through her lashes as she nuzzles your length, inhaling your musky scent. The sight of her on her knees before you, eyes dark with lust, makes your cock throb in her hand.
Slowly, torturously, she drags her tongue up your shaft, from base to tip. You hiss in pleasure, hands fisting in her hair. Karina takes you into her hot mouth, lips stretching around your girth.
She bobs her head, taking you deeper each time. One hand cradles your balls, rolling them gently as she sucks you off. The wet sounds of her slurping fill the room, music to your ears.
Karina picks up the pace, cheeks hollowing as she increases suction. Your orgasm builds quickly, balls drawing up tight. Just before you can erupt down her throat, she releases you with a wet pop.
"Bedroom. Now," she commands breathlessly, standing and tugging you along by your aching cock. You follow eagerly, too far gone to protest.
As soon as you reach the bed, Karina pushes you onto your back and climbs atop you. She kisses you deeply as she sinks down on your throbbing erection, both of you groaning at the sensation.
Karina rocks her hips, riding you slowly. You grip her waist, helping set a steady rhythm. She bounces on your cock, tits jiggling hypnotically. You lean up to capture one rosy peak in your mouth, suckling greedily.
"Oh god, yes!" Karina cries, head thrown back in ecstasy. She grinds her clit against you with each downward thrust, chasing her pleasure.
You roll her under you, never breaking stride. Karina wraps her legs around your waist as you pound into her slick heat. The bed creaks beneath you, headboard slamming against the wall.
"Harder," she pants, nails raking down your back. "Fuck me harder!"
With a growl, you comply, slamming into her with brutal force. Karina screams her approval, cunt clenching around you like a vice. Your hips piston wildly, burying yourself to the hilt with each thrust.
You can feel your climax barreling towards you, drawn out by the delicious friction of her walls gripping you tight. Karina meets you thrust for thrust, fucking you back just as hard.
"Cum with me," she gasps, voice ragged. "Fill me up!"
With a roar, you explode inside her, painting her womb with your seed. Karina convulses beneath you, own orgasm crashing over her. She milks you dry, pussy fluttering around your spurting cock.
You collapse atop her, both of you panting harshly. Karina wraps her arms around you, peppering your sweat-slicked skin with kisses.
"That was incredible," she murmurs, nuzzling your neck. "I could stay like this forever."
A/n: if i write smut i’ll be in need of a cleanse T-T
It was one of those dreaded evenings you’d been trying to avoid all week — the kind of event that felt like a social minefield disguised as a business party. You didn’t really know why you agreed to come in the first place. Maybe it was the pressure from your team, maybe it was the fear of missing out on important connections. But mostly… you knew Karina would be there.
Karina. Your business rival. The one person whose name alone set your heart racing and your mind spiraling into chaos. You told yourself you had no business caring about her—after all, she was the opponent you’d clashed with countless times in the boardroom. The person you had to outwit, outmaneuver, and outperform to keep your company afloat. Yet somewhere beneath all the rivalry, there was an undeniable pull you stubbornly refused to admit.
You shook your head, trying to silence the ridiculous flutter in your chest. This was business. Feelings were distractions, and distractions were weaknesses. You straightened your shoulders and adjusted your blazer, determined to keep your guard up all night.
The ballroom buzzed with the low hum of polite conversations, glasses clinking, laughter echoing against the high ceilings. Crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow over the polished marble floors. Everyone here wore smiles that didn’t quite reach their eyes, and beneath the surface, alliances and power plays thrived.
You scanned the crowd, heart skipping the tiniest beat when your eyes landed on her — Karina. She stood near the far corner, talking with a group of executives, her posture confident, her smile sharp and calculating. She looked stunning, as always — poised and in control, the kind of woman who could both disarm you with a glance and outsmart you with a single sentence.
You tried to remind yourself of all the reasons she was your rival. The tough negotiations that left your team scrambling. The way she always seemed one step ahead. The deals that slipped through your fingers because of her strategic maneuvers. But no matter how hard you tried, a part of you couldn’t help but admire her brilliance, her relentless drive.
Taking a deep breath, you told yourself to focus. Tonight was about business — not about the complicated mess Karina represented. You had your own goals to pursue, your own path to carve. But as you moved deeper into the crowd, your eyes kept drifting back to her, and a small, reluctant part of you wondered: what would happen if rivalry wasn’t the only thing between you two?
After that encounter
You step outside for a much-needed break from the monotonous corporate party, pulling out a cigarette with shaky hands. As you take a deep drag, a voice cuts through the silence. "This life is repetitive, isn't it?"
You turn to see Karina, your rival from the competing company, leaning against the wall. Her dress hugs her curves in all the right places, and her dark eyes smolder with a mixture of desire and challenge as they meet yours.
"Yeah, it is," you admit, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with all these parties and networking events. It's all just the same old song and dance."
Karina pushes off the wall and saunters towards you, her heels clicking on the pavement. She stops just inches away, close enough that you can smell her intoxicating perfume. "I can make it fun for you," she purrs, trailing a finger down your chest. "Come with me."
Intrigued by her boldness and the promise in her voice, you find yourself following her inside, down a dimly lit hallway. She stops at an unmarked door and pulls out a key, unlocking it to reveal a secret room. As soon as the door closes behind you, shutting out the noise of the party, Karina turns to face you.
"Alone at last," she murmurs, taking a step closer. "I've been watching you all night, Y/N. The way you carry yourself, the way you command attention... it's incredibly hot."
You raise an eyebrow, taken aback by her forwardness. "Is that so? And what about your boyfriend? I thought I saw you arrive with him tonight."
Karina scoffs, rolling her eyes. "He's not my boyfriend. We're just colleagues who sometimes think I like him, he’s a fool”.
She reaches out and traces the line of your jaw, her touch electric. You resist the urge to lean into it, not wanting to seem too eager. "And what makes you think I'd be interested in fooling around with you?" you ask, keeping your voice steady despite the desire churning in your gut.
Karina smiles, slow and seductive, as she presses herself against you. "Because I know you want me as much as I want you," she whispers, her lips brushing against your ear. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. The hunger in your eyes."
She nips at your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands find her hips, pulling her closer as your breathing grows heavier. "You're playing a dangerous game, Karina," you murmur, your voice low and husky. "We're rivals. We're not supposed to want each other like this."
Karina chuckles softly, her hand sliding down to palm your growing erection through your pants. "But we do," she purrs. "And I say we stop fighting it. Let's give in to this tension between us. Right here, right now."
She crashes her lips against yours in a passionate kiss, her tongue delving into your mouth. You respond eagerly, all thoughts of resistance evaporating as you lose yourself in her touch. Your hands roam her body, caressing every curve as she grinds against your hardness.
"You're mine tonight," Karina breathes against your lips. "I'm going to make you forget about everything but the pleasure I give you."
With those words, she starts leading you towards the plush sofa in the corner of the room, her intentions clear. You follow willingly, your heart pounding with anticipation of what's to come.
You fall back onto the sofa with Karina on top of you, her lips never leaving yours as she starts unbuttoning your shirt. You help her shrug it off, your chest heaving with anticipation as her hands roam your newly exposed skin. She leans down and starts trailing kisses along your neck and collarbone, making your skin prickle with desire.
Karina's fingers make quick work of your belt and zipper, freeing your throbbing erection. She strokes it slowly, teasingly, as she continues her oral assault on your body. "I've wanted this for so long," she whispers against your skin, her breath hot and intoxicating. "To have you at my mercy, to make you come undone with my touch."
She kisses her way down your chest and abs, stopping at your hips. You watch with bated breath as she wraps her lips around the head of your cock, swirling her tongue around the tip. You let out a low moan, threading your fingers through her hair as she takes more of you into her mouth.
Karina works you with expert precision, her head bobbing up and down your shaft as she sucks and licks. The wet heat of her mouth feels incredible, and you can't help but thrust into it, chasing more of that delicious friction. She takes you deeper each time, her nose brushing against your pubic hair as she swallows you whole.
"Fuck, Karina," you groan, your hips bucking off the sofa. "Your mouth feels so good. Don't stop."
She hums in response, sending vibrations through your entire body. Her hand comes up to fondle your balls, rolling them in her palm as she picks up the pace. The room fills with the obscene sounds of her slurping and sucking, punctuated by your increasingly desperate moans.
You're getting close, your balls tightening as your orgasm approaches. Just before you can reach that peak, Karina pulls away, leaving you panting and aching for release. She crawls back up your body, straddling your hips as she grinds her wet panties against your throbbing cock.
"Tell me how badly you want me," she demands, her eyes dark with lust. "Beg for it."
You don't hesitate, your voice strained with desperation. "Please, Karina. I need you so fucking much. I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock, milking me dry. I want to make you come over and over again until you forget your own name."
She smirks, satisfied with your response. In one swift motion, she shimmies out of her panties and positions herself above you. With a slow roll of her hips, she sinks down onto your shaft, taking you in inch by delicious inch.
"Oh fuck," she moans, throwing her head back as you fill her completely. "You feel even better than I imagined."
You grab her hips, guiding her movements as she starts to ride you. Her walls are tight and wet, gripping you like a vice as she rises and falls on your cock. You thrust up to meet her, the new angle allowing you to plunge even deeper inside her.
Karina bounces on your lap, her tits jiggling with each movement. You lean forward and capture one in your mouth, sucking and nipping at the sensitive bud. She cries out, her nails digging into your shoulders as she rides you harder.
You can feel your orgasm building again, the pressure in your balls reaching a fever pitch. Karina's breathing grows heavier, her moans becoming more frantic as she chases her own release. You reach down and start rubbing tight circles on her clit, pushing her closer to the edge.
"That's it, baby," you growl, your hips snapping up to meet hers. "Come for me. Let me feel you come all over my cock."
With a scream of ecstasy, Karina's body starts to shake and convulse. Her pussy clenches around you, squeezing your cock as she rides out her intense orgasm. The feeling of her coming apart in your arms is enough to send you careening over the edge as well.
You bury yourself deep inside her, exploding with a guttural moan as you fill her with spurt after spurt of your hot seed. Karina collapses on top of you, both of you panting and trembling in the aftermath of your mind-blowing orgasms.
"I knew you'd be worth it," Karina whispers, nuzzling into your neck. "We should do this again sometime - maybe even turn it into a regular thing."
You chuckle softly, wrapping your arms around her and holding her close. "I like the way you think," you murmur, already feeling yourself stir inside her again. "But for now, let's just enjoy this moment together."
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