ᘏᘏ thirsty bunn thursdays
male reader x iu (Lee Jieun) ※ more of my works on fanprose. This piece is a nod to @seorreality and @iuchamjohta
Outside turns orange from blue,
sunrise spills across the sheets;
she is still curled against you
as if the world outside does not exist—
a home, your bed, the sanctuary.
Her hair is on her face,
chaotically arranged by nothing but sleep;
a crease from her pillow
runs the length of her puffy cheek.
Yesterday’s mascara
has moved a little south.
Breath flows evenly
from her tiny open mouth.
Her hand is on your chest
where it has been all night,
holding you in place
in case you ever thought of leaving.
You were not—
never even crossed your mind.
There is no version of this morning
where you’re not tangled
like orchids on awnings
where beautiful flowers unfold.
Your beautiful flower has yet to bloom—bed sheets tangled like webs around your legs. Her fingers still splayed across your chest; small, slender, and warm. Five digits of conductive contact that have kept you tethered through the night. Sunday morn—still quite early, quiet and birds-a-chirpin’. You two have so much time in the world.
She stirs slightly against you—like milk against coffee, her body adjusts but doesn’t wake.
“Mhmm.”
“Go back to sleep, my love.”
“Mhm.” A reply of someone who pretends to—maybe she does, but with her you can never really tell.
You look at her like a miracle
you cannot believe you were allowed to keep.
The soft, gentle curve of her cheek—
the small line between her brows,
where she is pondering
even in her sleep.
You trace them with your eyes—
you don’t dare use your hands,
because if you woke her,
she would furrow
like a wasp roused too early,
stinging even while dreaming.
Her face is against your shoulder now—migrated there without you noticing. A visage even Aphrodite would be jealous of—okay, that might be hubris, but you’ll happily be Eros and get pricked if it means spending the rest of your life with this Psyche.
You’re used to this, you reason to yourself; every night she starts on her side of the bed—a perfectly soft pillow that is assigned to her, and somehow every morning she is here—tucked against you; a comma inside a sentence that was supposed to have ended a few thoughts ago.
Her lashes flutter—she’s dreaming, a grand adventure must be happening inside her beautiful mind.
Your lips find her forehead—lightly; barely a whisper, barely a kiss, barely a thought in that sleepy-head’s lived bliss.
“...felt that,” she mumbles softly.
“Thought you were sleeping.”
“I’m allowed to be asleep and know things.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works.”
“Well, no one else sleeps like me.”
Brightness and contrast,
now that she wakes.
Slowly uncoiling
like a hungry snake.
First her eyes flutter,
then a small stretch,
then a huge sigh
of someone forced out of a sketch.
Because in that fantasy
nothing’s really changed—
reality just introduces colors
bright yellows, whites, and orange.
Because in that dream we were still doing
exactly what we are doing now,
which is absolutely nothing,
which is everything,
which is the thing I would trade
all my other days for
just to keep having
over and over and over
until the last of my mornings.
Mornings with her have a shape that you can mold with your eyes closed. She wakes in stages:
First her eyes—oh those eyes that glimmer on a good day, but are absolutely empty when she rises.
Then her tiny stretch accompanied by the most feral groan—dramatics that would signal neighbors that the bear’s done with hibernation and she’s ready to feast again.
Then the hand that reaches for you before the gears of her brain even begin to work. You wonder if the habit sticks on days you both wake up in different beds—work, travel, obligations that seem to try but usually fail to keep you two apart.
She palms your cheek. “Hngg, you’re so warm, my love…” Her palm is cold on your cheek—and you would happily freeze for it
“And your hands are so cold,” you playfully retaliate.
“You are cold.”
“Warm me up then.”
“Hmmph~ Demanding.”
“Nope, just happily married.”
“Ok, you win.”
You pull her closer—defying physics on how it defines close. Two atoms converging against each other—her body slots against yours, as it’s been attuned to for years. It was never a learned skill—just something that felt natural the second she first fell asleep on your couch in the spring of your second date.
There is hunger in the way
she turns her face up to you
that has really nothing to do with hunger
and everything to do with being known—
you knowing her.
You know the taste of her mouth
at every stage of her waking up;
warm and soft and slightly rough
from a night of breathing you in.
You know the sound she makes
when you kiss the corner of her lips.
You know the way her hand
finds the back of your neck—
and stays there,
As if it is the answer
to a question her body
has been asking.
And she has been asking. Her mouth has been begging for an answer ever since her lips first meet yours—a question as silent as the breaths you both exchange and an answer as sloppy as both of your tongues make.
Your hand slides down her back under her shirt, a shirt where ownership is always a point of contention. Her skin feels like the perfect breakfast: milky, smooth, and some parts jiggly (you’re quite unsure if you’re thinking of pancake or a panna cotta, but if somehow there’s a meal that combines both, then that is her.)
“Jieun.”
“Hnng.”
“Wanna?”
“Mhmm?”
“Words, my love.”
“Yes—of course.” Her eyes finally open, wide and clear and looking straight into yours. “Yes, please, my love.”
Your lips sink into her mouth yet again—a warm pressing of lips, hungry and passionate. Her hands find you beneath the clean sheets—gentle, light as the grass when it sways in the wind, patient as the weather in early spring.
There it is—the all too familiar undoing of her, like being searched for by someone in no hurry to find you—not because you are lost (no, no, no) but because she already knows where you are. You slowly realize sheets might not stay clean after all of this, but that’s fine.
You have all morning—all day, really. Mornings that used to be didn’t have it like this; now, they have a pulse, you can feel them, you’re holding her hand right now, and you never want to let go. Not ever—not when it’s this good, not when it’s this perfect, not when it’s her.
Slow—
everything about her today is slow.
The slow parting of her legs,
the slow rise of her hips
to meet you—slick and ready,
the slow smile that spreads across her face
when you finally—finally,
slide inside her
and she exhales like a woman
who has been holding her breath
for the whole of the night.
Slow—
slow like the way you both like it.
Slow—
slow like the Sundays you’re used to.
Because Sundays
are days where you are not needed anywhere.
Because Sundays
you both just get to be here.
“Here,” you coo into her neck. Chest to chest under your shared duvet, her arms around your neck, her legs wrapped around your waist, and your faces so close to each other you breathe the same breath. “Here is the only place I need to be today, my love.”
The bed creaks slowly with the motion it hosts. She rocks slowly with you—a beat with no urgency. The sun gets to do sunny things while the bed gets to be laid by two horny human beings.
And her? She gets to be the entire reason you get up in the morning—except on Sundays, when the whole point is that you two don’t.
“Jieun?”
“Mhmm?”
“I love you.”
“I love you—” You can feel her lips change shape as she smiles against your mouth. “—even when you kiss me too early.”
“That wasn’t too early, was it?”
“It was.” She kisses you again. “My love, I’m almost there.” She is cumming—a small held breath; tiny tremors both of you share. Then comes the release; you feel her breathe in, satisfied, into your mouth. You follow shortly after, and the euphoria still leaves you speechless.
Neither of you pulls apart. Two horny peas in a pod unwilling to be plucked.
There is a word for this,
this refusal to leave the warmth
of the sheets,
of a body,
of a moment.
Clinomania.
The love of the bed—
never knew
until I met you
that a word like that
could ever be spoken
as a love story.
That is what every Sunday
with you becomes.
A love story
told in the language
of not-getting-up.
Up is a direction you will consider later. For now—maybe you’ll go down on her.
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Tags: smut, oral, pussy eating, lesbian sex, strap on, minor voyeurism, power play
Based on perfect crown ep 1 with Hui-ju and Hye-jeong because I like reimagining :p
It wouldn’t be the first time Do Hye-jeong had to endure her boss’s temper. By now, she knew exactly what she had signed up for the moment she chose to stand beside Seong Hui-ju. The sharp tongue, the impossible standards, the dead wish glare that could silence an entire boardroom within seconds none of it surprised her anymore. Most days, she could tolerate it without much difficulty.
But lately, even Hye-jeong had to admit things were becoming unbearable.
Chairman Seong’s sudden insistence that his daughter finally marry had pushed Hui-ju into a state of constant irritation. The pressure followed her everywhere during meetings, at dinners. And when Seong Hui-ju was cornered, everyone around her suffered for it.
Earlier that morning, she had torn apart an executive during a meeting over a minor mistake, her voice cold enough to freeze the entire conference room. No one dared breathe until she stormed out.
Now, the aftermath lingered heavily inside her office.
Hui-ju sat alone on the leather couch near the windows, one hand covering her eyes as though she could block out the pounding pressure in her head. Her dark hair spilled messily over her shoulders, her tie slightly loosened, a rare sign of disarray from someone usually so immaculate.
Hye-jeong quietly approached, placing a delicate tea set onto the low table before sitting beside it.
“Drink some,” she said gently, nudging the porcelain cup toward her. “It’s lotus root tea.”
Hui-ju lowered her hand just enough to peer at the drink through narrowed eyes. Her brows remained furrowed as she leaned forward slightly, inspecting it with visible suspicion before grimacing.
“Isn’t it super bitter?”
“Come on. Just drink it. It helps soothe pent-up anger.” Hye-jeong continued to encourage.
“I don’t have pent-up anger,” Hui-ju replied flatly.
The lie would have been more convincing had she not looked moments away from strangling someone.
Hye-jeong folded her arms. “You’ve been terrorizing the staff for days.”
“They’re incompetent.”
Hui-ju clicked her tongue softly before pushing the cup away with the tips of her fingers. “This won’t help.”
She sank deeper into the couch, tilting her head back against the cushions with a long exhale.
Hye-jeong studied her silently.
Even like this, annoyed, exhausted, utterly displeased. Seong Hui-ju looked devastatingly beautiful. Maybe even more so when angry. There was something dangerously captivating about the tension in her expression, the sharpness of her gaze, the way she carried stress like a queen burdened by an invisible crown.
Then, suddenly, an idea crossed Hye-jeong’s mind.
A slow smile tugged at her lips.
She rose from her chair and stepped behind the couch. Hui-ju barely reacted at first, too drained to question her, until Hye-jeong’s hands settled carefully onto her shoulders.
Warm fingers pressed gently into stiff muscles.
Hui-ju let out a quiet breath she probably hadn’t meant to reveal.
“There,” Hye-jeong murmured. “That’s better.”
Her thumbs moved slowly along the tense line of Hui-ju’s neck and shoulders, easing the tightness little by little. Hui-ju’s posture gradually relaxed beneath her touch, though her pride clearly refused to acknowledge how much she needed it.
But then Hye-jeong’s hands drifted lower.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Until they rested lightly against Hui-ju’s upper chest.
The older woman stiffened instantly.
Her eyes opened at once, dark and startled as she grabbed Hye-jeong’s wrist halfway.
“W-What are you doing?”
Hye-jeong only smiled innocently.
“Finding new ways to relieve your stress,” she said softly.
And before Hui-ju could properly respond, Hye-jeong’s fingers brushed against the first button of her blouse.
Hye-jeong's fingers moved with practiced ease, slipping the first button of Hui-ju's blue-gray satin blouse free. The fabric parted just enough to reveal the pale curve of her collarbone, the edge of a black lace bra. Hui-ju's breath hitched, her grip on Hye-jeong's wrist tightening, but she didn't push her away.
"Are you out of your mind?" Hui-ju's voice came out low, strained, but there was no real heat behind it. Her eyes flickered toward the glass windows, overlooking the city skyline, where anyone in the neighboring building could glance over if they cared enough.
Hye-jeong didn't stop. She worked the second button loose, then the third, her knuckles brushing against the soft swell of Hui-ju's breasts. "You said tea wouldn't help. I'm offering an alternative."
"That's not—" Hui-ju's protest died as Hye-jeong's hand slid inside her open blouse, palm flat against her stomach, warm and deliberate. The older woman's muscles tensed beneath that touch, a shudder running through her that had nothing to do with the air conditioning.
"You've been wound up for days," Hye-jeong murmured, leaning down so her lips were close to Hui-ju's ear. Her fingers traced upward, grazing the underwire of her bra. "Let me take care of it. Of you."
For a long moment, Hui-ju remained rigid, her jaw tight. Then, slowly, her grip on Hye-jeong's wrist loosened. She didn't say yes. She didn't have to.
Hye-jeong took it as permission.
She finished unbuttoning the blouse with swift, confident motions, pushing the satin aside to reveal Hui-ju's torso. The black lace bra hugged her breasts perfectly, her nipples already hard beneath the thin fabric. Hye-jeong's mouth watered. She wanted to taste every inch of this infuriating, gorgeous woman.
Instead, she guided Hui-ju to lie back on the leather couch, positioning herself between her legs. The fitted skirt rode up as Hui-ju shifted, exposing smooth thighs and the dark edge of her panties. Hye-jeong's hands ran up those thighs, slow, savoring the way Hui-ju's breath quickened.
"You're tense everywhere," Hye-jeong observed, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She pressed a kiss to the inside of Hui-ju's thigh, just above her knee. "Let me fix that."
She worked her way upward, mouthing at the sensitive skin, leaving damp trails of heat. Hui-ju's hips twitched, a soft gasp escaping her lips before she could stop it. Her fingers tangled in Hye-jeong's short bob, not pulling, just holding.
When Hye-jeong reached the apex of her thighs, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Hui-ju's panties and tugged them down. The fabric slid away, revealing glistening folds, already wet and waiting. Hye-jeong's breath caught at the sight.
"Look at you," she murmured, more to herself than to Hui-ju. "So wet for me."
"Don't be so full of youself- Ahhh—," Hui-ju snapped, but her voice cracked, betraying her need.
Hye-jeong smiled and lowered her mouth.
The first lick was long, flat, from bottom to top, collecting the slick moisture on her tongue. Hui-ju jolted, a sharp inhale hissing through her teeth. Hye-jeong didn't rush. She circled her clit with languid strokes, teasing, building pressure slowly. Hui-ju's hips began to roll against her face, small involuntary movements that grew more urgent as Hye-jeong sucked the sensitive nub between her lips.
The sounds that filled the office were lewd, wet, sucking, the occasional moan from Hui-ju that she tried desperately to muffle. Hye-jeong's tongue plunged inside her, fucking her in rhythm with the thumb that pressed against her clit. Hui-ju's grip on her hair tightened, her thighs clamping around Hye-jeong's head as the first orgasm approached.
"Don't stop," Hui-ju gasped, the command ragged. "Don't you fucking—"
Hye-jeong doubled her efforts, sucking harder, thrusting deeper, until Hui-ju's back arched off the couch and she came with a guttural cry, her body shuddering violently. Hye-jeong lapped at her through it, drinking every drop, prolonging the pleasure until Hui-ju collapsed, breathless.
For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing.
Then Hui-ju's hand slid down, cupping Hye-jeong's chin, tilting her face up. Her eyes were dark, still hungry, despite the orgasm that had just wracked her body.
"In my desk," she said, her voice rough. "Bottom drawer."
Hye-jeong's eyebrows rose. She knew exactly what that meant. A slow, wicked grin spread across her lips. "You keep that in your office? And I’m the freaky one?”
"Just shut up and get it."
Hye-jeong rose, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand smugly, and crossed to the sleek mahogany desk. She pulled open the bottom drawer, rummaged past folders, and found the harness and the silicone cock a generous size, curved slightly, with a flared base. Her pulse quickened.
She turned back to find Hui-ju sitting up, her blouse still hanging open, her skirt bunched around her hips. The sight was obscene. Perfect.
"You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" Hye-jeong said, stepping closer, holding the strap-on up. "You probably thought about me bending you over this desk every single day."
Hui-ju's cheeks flushed, but she didn't deny it. "Just put it on."
Hye-jeong took her time. She untucked her navy knit top, pulled it over her head, then stripped off her trousers. The harness fit snugly around her hips, the dildo rising stiff and ready. She adjusted the straps, watching Hui-ju's gaze fix on the cock with naked anticipation.
"Come here," Hye-jeong commanded.
Hui-ju stood on unsteady legs. Hye-jeong grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the windows, pressing her front against the cool glass. The city sprawled below, glittering in the afternoon light. Anyone in the building across the street might see them if they looked closely at a silhouette of two women, one pressed against the window, the other behind her.
"People could see us up here," Hye-jeong whispered, her lips brushing Hui-ju's ear. "Does that excite you, boss? The thought of someone watching you get fucked?"
Hui-ju whimpered, her palms flat against the glass.
Hye-jeong lined up the tip of the strap-on with Hui-ju's wet entrance. She pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching the way Hui-ju's body yielded, the way her head fell forward, a low moan escaping her lips. When she was fully sheathed, she paused, letting Hui-ju adjust.
Then she began to move.
The rhythm started deep and unhurried, each thrust dragging against Hui-ju's walls, hitting that spot inside her that made her knees buckle. Hye-jeong gripped her hips, angling her thrusts, picking up speed. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the office, mingling with Hui-ju's broken cries.
"Harder," Hui-ju begged.
Hye-jeong obliged. She fucked her against the window, relentless, the glass fogging from their breath. Hui-ju's second orgasm built fast, a tightening coil that snapped as Hye-jeong slammed into her, driving deep. Hui-ju screamed, her body convulsing, her cum dripping down the inside of her thighs.
Hye-jeong didn't stop. She kept fucking her, chasing that third peak, the one she knew would be explosive. She reached around, fingers finding Hui-ju's clit, rubbing tight circles while she pounded into her from behind.
It took only seconds.
Hui-ju shattered with a guttural cry, her entire body locking up as she squirted a hot gush of fluid that splattered against the glass, running down in streaks. She collapsed forward, Hye-jeong catching her, the strap-on still buried inside her.
"Get on the desk," Hye-jeong said as she pulled out, her voice low and commanding.
Hui-ju made her way to the desk, her legs trembling. Hye-jeong closed the distance, hands gripping Hui-ju's waist, lifting her onto the surface with effortless strength despite being shorter than her.
"Turn around," Hye-jeong ordered.
Hui-ju complied, rotating until her palms pressed flat against the cool marble. She arched her back, pussy slick and exposed from their earlier activities.
Hye-jeong stepped between her spread legs, the tip of the silicone cock pressing against Hui-ju's wet folds. She didn't push in immediately. Instead, she dragged the head through the moisture, circling her clit, teasing.
"Boss," Hye-jeong murmured, the title dripping with mock reverence. "You're dripping again."
"Just fuck me," Hui-ju gasped, pushing her hips back.
Hye-jeong's hand came down on her ass cheek, a sharp slap that echoed through the office. Hui-ju yelped, fingers scrambling against the wood.
"I'll fuck you when I want to," Hye-jeong said.
She lined up the cock and thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying the full length inside Hui-ju's cunt. Hui-ju cried out, her upper body collapsing onto the desk, knocking over a framed photo. Hye-jeong didn't pause, she pulled back and drove in again, harder, the desk creaking beneath them.
"FUCK—" Hui-ju moaned, her voice muffled against the wood.
Hye-jeong set a punishing rhythm. Each thrust slammed Hui-ju against the desk edge, the impact driving the breath from her lungs. She gripped Hui-ju's hips hard enough to leave bruises, fingers digging into the soft flesh as she fucked her. The silicone cock dragged against Hui-ju's walls, hitting deep, stretching her.
"Good girl," Hye-jeong said, reaching forward to grab a fistful of Hui-ju's hair. She yanked her head up, forcing her to face the window. "Look at how fucking good you take it."
Hui-ju's reflection stared back, hair disheveled, mascara smudged, mouth open in a silent moan. Her tits swung with each thrust, bare and bouncing beneath her unbuttoned blouse. She looked ruined. She looked beautiful.
"Harder," Hui-ju begged, her voice cracking. "Please, Hye-jeong—"
Hye-jeong obliged. She fucked her harder, faster, the desk sliding an inch across the floor with each impact. The sound of wet flesh meeting silicone filled the room, obscene and rhythmic. Hui-ju's moans turned into wordless cries, her body trembling on the verge of release.
"Come for me," Hye-jeong growled, her hips slapping against Hui-ju's ass. "Come on my cock."
The orgasm tore through Hui-ju like a wave crashing against shore. Her pussy clenched around the silicone, her entire body shuddering as she came, hard, messy, her cum dripping down the inside of her thighs and onto the desk. A guttural scream escaped her lips, raw and unguarded.
Hye-jeong didn't stop. She fucked her through it, prolonging the pleasure until Hui-ju's legs gave out and she collapsed fully onto the desk, gasping for air. Only then did Hye-jeong pull out, the cock sliding free with a wet sound.
She turned Hui-ju over, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was red and swollen, gaping slightly from the fucking. Hye-jeong lowered her mouth to it, licking slowly, tasting their combined fluids. Hui-ju whimpered, oversensitive, but didn't push her away.
Hui-ju's eyes were closed, her breathing evening out. Her hand found Hye-jeong's and squeezed.
"Better?" Hye-jeong asked softly.
Hui-ju didn't open her eyes, but the corner of her lips curled. "Don't let it go to your head."
Her marriage proposals still consistently appear in different ways. Letters consistently arrive at your apartment door every morning; the red color is enough to tell you that it has a marriage proposal inside it. Then, on particular days, flowers were delivered to you like a usual thing in the afternoon's work; you had no choice but to accept them since all the employees' eyes were on you.
“Be my husban–” You read the letter attached to it, but the way it addressed you as her husband, It’s definitely from her.
You took a glance at her, raising your head above your desk partition, and looked through the glass wall between you. Only to find out that she’s aware of what’s happening, grinning ear to ear.
Wink.
“Ohhh–” You hid, sitting back in your chair enough to conceal your presence from her.
“T-that wink’s dangerous… How did the glass stay intact? Yet my heart's crushed by it.” You put both your hands in your chest, feeling the fast beating of your foolish heart.
“Where did the flower come from?” Just like the flowers, a voice came out all of a sudden.
“Ah, Ms— BAEK!?” Your senses failed you again.
“Why are you so scared? I’m not going to eat you.” She tapped your shoulders.
“No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is. You look so pale— wait, are you drinking in the middle of the day!? At the office!? Without me!?” She ended up drawing a conclusion without giving me a chance to speak.
“You drunkard secretary.” A fact coming out of your mouth: “Explaining to you looks impossible since your mind works differently during these hours.” You added, pointing at the clock; it’s only one of the afternoon.
“So, where did the flowers really come from?” Her question looped around.
“From an investor.” You lied, putting the flowers on your desk.
“Oh? So you just received it; it’s for Ms Lee.” She leaned over, taking a good look at the flowers. Her hand was about to pick up the letter, but your hands were faster, hooking it to your drawer and locking it.
“She has a lover?” Her sly smile accompanied Jiheon’s question. “She had one, right? I knew it.” The way she raises her eyebrow repeatedly is her way of telling you she got it right.
“NO! OF COURSE NOT! What nonsense!” You let out a loud objection, enough to make her startled, jumping an inch from the ground.
“WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING AT ME!!?” She shouted back, terrifying like a bear’s roar. Slamming your table, causing you to stumble back.
“Uhh… sorry.” You lowered your head.
“So, what’s that for?” She pointed at the drawer where you hid the letter that was with the flowers.
“Classified.” You fixed your coat and regained composure.
“I see… so, is she in?” Jiheon pointed at your boss's office, asking you the real reason why she was there.
“Yes, you can go.” You confirmed Jieun’s availability with a soft nod.
She turned around, but she turned back at you in just a millisecond.
“...”
“By the way, I like your perfume. Why didn’t you use that when we used to hang out together?” She praised your perfume; it’s actually so strong that it overpowered hers. It might be the reason you didn’t feel her presence earlier.
“Hang out…” You muttered; that’s just how she treats it–
“I’ll go in.” Her words brought you back to reality after reminding you of a glimpse of the past.
“Huh? Ah, yes.” You gave her your reassuring smile.
Jiheon disappeared to your boss's office again.
"Sure, it's the first time you noticed my perfume." You muttered.
You glanced at the office door she had just entered.
"But Ms. Lee—Jieun did."
The corner of your lips lifted on their own.
*****
A week later, there’s a scheduled meeting in Tokyo, Japan. The mood’s not complying with what you’re expecting. Apparently, the meeting that is set for that day has been abruptly rescheduled for the next day. No clear reason, no advance announcement, and not even a message thirty minutes late. You and Jieun were just sitting in the conference room, waiting like fools.
Jieun just stood up and walked away; no words came out of her lips, but she was trembling with anger. You did not dare to stop her or ask where she was going. You just followed her behind, like a loyal pet to its owner.
You kept following her, in the hotel reception, in the elevator, and until you were with her in the room that she got.
“I’m so sorry about that, Ms Lee.” You continuously apologized for the inconvenience it caused. She was so mad because time is really important to her. Especially since you were supposed to go back to Korea the same day.
“What can we do now? Nothing, so stop apologizing.” She crossed her arms after dropping her purse onto the bed. “Those bastards will have their death tomorrow; better ask the mortuary to reserve some space.” She was ready to kill those executives who decided to cancel the meeting on their own.
“I will, cremated or buried?” You teased a little, hoping to ease her anger a little.
“Alive.” She teased back and finally let out a smile after a stressful day. “Let’s stay for the night.” She added and sat at the edge of the bed.
“Then, excuse me—” You took a step back and were about to leave the room.
“Where are you going?” She looked puzzled, eyes full of confusion, as if your actions were wrong.
“Uhhmm, to my room? I haven’t got a room yet.” You explained. She got a room by herself after she got mad about the meeting cancellation. You just followed her into this room, going with the flow of her anger.
“You’re just wasting your time.” She scoffed.
“Why?” Her annoying laugh caused enough curiosity.
“There’s no more room available; let’s share this bed.” She lay on her back and tapped the space beside her; her smile never faltered.
“...”
“...”
“Uhhh— Ms Lee– Jieun! How come you can say to share a bed so casually!?” You lost your composure and let out a loud complaint.
“Are you raising your voice? AT ME!?” She sat up and matched your decibel, her nose crunched and her eyes shooting lasers at you.
“No.” Just like a puppy getting scolded by its owner, you responded and behaved.
“Fine, I’ll change it! Let’s share a room, happy?” She kicked her feet like a kid, her heels flying through the granite flooring.
That kind of behaviour didn’t exist years ago; it just appeared a few weeks after her outrageous marriage proposals. This is the side of Jieun that you need to study and be aware of; it’s unpredictable.
“Happy— huh? No!” You quickly retracted what you just said, changing it to a denial, though it’s a bit loud.
“One more yell and I’ll zip your mouth!” She slides her fingers over her mouth, gesturing as if she were zipping something
“Yes.” Your head bowed low, avoiding eye contact with her. Puppy mode, activated.
“The receptionist said the hotel’s fully booked, and the next hotel’s, I believe, a mile away. You can book there if you want, but don’t blame me if I need something urgent.” Jieun explained her reasons; she was smirking.
“Yes, I understand.” You accept defeat; she’s right. “Then… I’ll just pick up our things from the car.” You excused yourself.
You picked up your things and her bag from the car; thankfully, you and she are always ready for this kind of scenario whenever there’s an overseas meeting. There’s a pair of clothes, hygiene tools, and enough necessary stuff for days. You can’t afford any inconvenience anymore.
When you come back to your room, it’s unusually quiet; she’s nowhere to be seen.
“Jieun?” You called her, peeking through the den and balcony, but she’s not there. “Jieun?” You kept calling her name, then another one.
“Jieun—” You called her name, louder than you intended, one last time.
“I’m showering; leave my stuff at the door. I’ll pick it up.” She spoke; she was in the bathroom near the bed.
“She’s washing already.” You muttered. Washing is a good sign; better to cool her head off after what happened.
You took a careful step towards the bathroom door, trying to avoid any unnecessary contact from the showering Jieun; she’s still your boss after all.
“W-what—” You never thought of it at first, but heat rushed up to your face upon seeing the bathroom door. It was made of wood and frosted glass; the water steam fogged it, blurring the glass even more.
Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
“I— Uhhh… I’ll just leave it here, Jieun.” You put her luggage down while you faced sideways; your movements were awkward and stiff.
“Okay, thanks.” She responded, and you heard the water run. She was probably rinsing, so you moved back to the living area, resting on the sofa before she even got out.
“...”
A few minutes passed, and you heard the bathroom door open and close.
“She got it.” You remained stoned; you did not dare to look around, but based on how fast it happened, she might just get her luggage and go back to the bathroom.
“...”
“...”
“...”
“Is she fine?” You muttered. It’s been a while since the last movement you heard from her, and it is starting to worry you.
Another minute passed, and finally you heard something other than the air conditioning unit.
“Aish!” You subtly heard her almost curse.
“Ms. Lee! What’s wrong!? Did something happen!?” You quickly stood up and ran in front of the bathroom; something had just happened, and it was enough to make her mad.
She didn’t answer.
“Ms. Lee!” You knocked at the door, forcedly.
“I’m fine! It’s nothing. Stop overreacting; it’s not that I slipped or something.” She assured you and knocked back at you, as if she were telling you to go away.
“A-are you sure?” You can’t brush off the feeling that something is going on. You’re still his secretary, but her safety’s one of your main priorities as well.
“Yes.” One word only; then she knocks once more.
“Okay–” You half-turned away when she suddenly called you.
“Actually– could you look for a dryer? Any dryer available will do. This… one in our room doesn't work; it’s probably broken.” She ordered and knocked again.
“Okay… I will.” You excused yourself, did not even ask what the dryer was for, and immediately did what she told you to do.
You went to the reception hall and asked if there were any available dryers around, and they said that only rooms have dryers and apologized since your room comes with a broken one.
“How come a luxurious suite comes with a broken dryer?” You can’t hide the anger starting to build within you.
“We’re so sorry, sir. The information just got through 30 minutes ago before Ms Lee came in. And it happened that it was the only room left available.” The reception staff bowed continuously.
“Is that so? I guess it can’t really help it.” The sincerity in their eyes is enough to convince you; they’re just doing their job, so like you.
You even asked whether you could use a dryer from another room, but the staff refused immediately; it would violate their privacy regulations.
“We’re afraid, but not all the options are available at the moment; we’re really sorry.” They apologized once more.
The coincidence is so high that it appears like destiny wanted you to suffer.
“I see… I understand, thank you.” You gave them a bow before returning to your room.
While walking, you thought about how unfortunate things have been for you and your boss lately. She’ll definitely scold you once more since you can’t even find a dryer, just a dryer. “How unlucky are we today?” You asked yourself before entering your room again.
When you come back, what you saw is not what you were expecting. You’re anticipating that she’ll throw tantrums all over again. However, she’s just there, sitting in the living room, hugging a pillow from the bed. She’s watching a show and giggling over whatever she was watching.
“Oh? There you are. Did you find one?” She noticed you standing at the doorway. She straightened her posture and asked you, still hugging the pillow.
“Unfortunately, none.” You shook your head. “What do you need to dry? Suits? Clothes? I’ll bring it—” You were careful with your words, so to make up for her request, you were planning to bring whatever she needed to dry in the nearest drying station, though it was miles away.
“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” She nodded and went back to watch.
Just like that, she dismissed the need for a dryer.
“O-okay…” Her actions are really confusing, more like the weather.
Ding. Ding.
“Just in time, that’s our food, get it.” She didn’t even look at you as she kept enjoying the show. What she was watching was not that good either: Tweety Bird.
She’s right; the room service is there right after you open the door. She ordered a lot, not exaggerating; it really is. You can see sashimi, different kinds of bread, grilled fish, steak, and caviar. She’s really stressed out and definitely in much need of a recharge.
You helped the room service to settle the meal on the dining table, popping off a champagne and pouring it beside the water and juices.
“Ms. Lee– sorry. Jieun, let’s eat.” You called her while pulling a chair across from you and let it hang for her, then you slid into one of the seats across from her.
You subtly notice her walking towards the table; she’s barefoot. She took the seat you left open for her. The ambiance is similar to her home, as if you’re with her inside her house. It’s often like the current situation: you eat together while sitting across from one another.
You took a look at her bare face again; it's like a hobby you can’t stop. Now that she’s not hugging the pillow, you can see that she’s wearing a red silk camisole and— pearls.
“Jieun— kgh–!!” You’re drinking water and almost choke.
“Are you okay? Stop snorkeling in a glass of water; are you crazy?” She’s the one who is crazy.
Walking carelessly in a hotel room with a guy like you… bra-less. Yes, and that pearl is her nipples poking through her thin fabric like a needle.
“I–I think I’ll eat outside instead.” You’re half standing, eyes on the table, fighting the urge not to look at those poking beads. You’re still a man after all.
You saw her looking at you, then on her chest, then shifting right back at you. You have been caught.
“Sit.” She sets down the metal cutlery she just picked up a while ago; her food has not been touched once.
“Ms. Lee, I think I should just—” You kept thinking for a reason, but nothing was coming to mind.
“...”
“...”
“Sit.” She said once more.
“Ms Lee.”
“Is it because I don’t have a bra on? As if it’s not the first time you saw me like this…” The silence was deafening after she said it. “Wait, really? I don’t always have it every morning, so whenever I call you early, I don’t usually have one.” She pulled the lower part of her camisole, causing the silk to tighten at the top and her breast shape to be clearly visible. What’s worse than that was it’s too tight; the puffiness of her areola was visible and enough to cause wild imaginations involuntarily.
“Jieun!” You shout her name.
“You’re yelling at me again!” She hates it, though you can’t stop it.
“I—” Before you even finish what you’re about to say, you sit back instantly.
“H-huh? What?” She’s confused. “I thought you wanted to eat outside? I guess you chose to behave then.” She smirked, as if it was the real reason.
“...”
The thing is, you got a boner on. So you sat there before she noticed it and took it in the very wrong way, since her imagination often runs wildly far.
“Let’s just eat. Don’t mind me.” She picked up her utensils again and took a bite.
“...”
With every bite you take, your nervousness increases. For some reason, your eyes kept finding their way back to her poking nipples. Her boldness is something you underestimated.
“Relax.” She saw through you. She’s still eating normally as if the tension between you and her is nothing but imagination. “I never thought you didn’t know how I always style myself if I’m off work.”
“It’s not something I'm supposed to know…” It’s personal, though all you observed the whole time was about work.
“Now you know.” She smirked; she knew she had that poison in you. Spreading across your whole body. “If the dryer only works.” She added.
“Hmm?” You were confused about what she was talking about. It might have something to do with why she doesn’t have anything underneath.
“I accidentally sprayed water at my underwear, and I forgot to pack an extra one.” What she said finally clears everything.
“Is that the reason why you suddenly cursed earlier? I thought it was because of the hellish day.” You responded, clarifying everything to help her better understand her actions.
“Isn’t it still hellish? Anyway, don’t be so tense.” She had a point; everything that happened was hell from the start.
“How could I…” That brief conversation was not enough to ease your tensed body; even the rock-hard vein below you was still alive and throbbing.
“Hmm?” She hummed; she heard your little murmur.
“Nothing.” You quickly retracted, concealing any hints of discomfort in front of her. You resumed eating, stuffing your mouth to better disguise it.
“So… you’re still a man.” Her mischievous smile cut you like a knife; she got you, spot on.
“W-w-what do you mean?” You absolutely knew what she meant; you were just turning a blind eye to it.
“You liked it?” She leaned in, a dangerous maneuver that can cause an accident.
“W-what!? Of course not!” Whatever she meant by it, you refused to like it.
“Just tell me the truth.” She purred; she was up to something. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you stare at it…” She proposed.
“Jieun!” Her pokies are nothing to be stared at; she should’ve hidden them in the first place.
“How about marrying me—” All of her teasing leads to the same conclusion: a marriage proposal.
“JIEUN– kghh—” A word caught between your throat and thoughts, causing you to choke.
“Water.” She slid the glass of water on the table, which you took instantly.
The dinner was full of tension, and it seemed like it was just the start. The night was young, and you knew what it meant. There was still plenty of time to hold back from looking at her. However, everything you did shattered in just one look. You saw her sit back to watch TV; if she had no bra…There you saw a glimpse of it.
“...”
The lack of a bra only meant something was lacking at her bottom as well… It’s skin colored… her slit—
At that moment, you swung your head, forcefully closed your eyes, and even though you weren’t sure if it was really her valleys, you were determined to forget it right away.
“Aish!” Your instant reaction, and you did not even consider that she might hear it.
“Why?” She heard it, completely unaware of what you just witnessed. She even turned to face you; her legs were moving without precaution. The way her legs move is like a tempting wine; the smoothness and fineness are comparable to one.
“Ehem, nothing.” You’ve been fighting gods in your mind, trying to regain focus rather than thinking about the treasure that was a few feet from you.
“Hmm?” She hummed before going back to laughing on the show. You heard her, probably asking herself what was happening.
You busied yourself at your laptop, fixing the schedules that had been ruined by the postponed meeting. Even after doing it, you kept staring at the home screen of your laptop, rather than at your bold boss, who just kept laughing at whatever she was watching.
After an hour that felt like a year. The final stage had appeared.
“I’ll sleep here. Good night, Jieun.” You sat at one of the lounges, tapping it, testing the comfort.
“What are you? Cockroach? Sleep in the bed.” She can refuse you without calling you a cockroach.
“No, you should take it.” You insist on sleeping on the couch; there's so much trouble that might happen if you are near the almost naked Jieun, plus the fact that her brain works differently whenever she’s with you.
“I will.” She answered right away.
“...”
“...”
“W-WHAT!? There’s no way we’ll share a bed!” You instantly pulled away from her upon realizing what she meant by it.
“Yes, there’s a way.” She pointed at the bedroom. “I won’t let you sleep on a sturdy sofa, and it’s cold.” She added, pointing out her reasons for asking you to sleep in the bed with her.
“It’s fine.” You were still maintaining your stand. “And how about the cold— JIEUN!” You added, the slow reaction to what she just said mimicked how slow your brain at the current situation.
“What!? What I mean is the room had a separate heater rather than the centralized one they had in the living room!” She turned tomato red when she realized you misunderstood what she said.
Heat rushed to your face, matching hers.
“Oh?” You kept looking everywhere except her; the embarrassment was creeping all over you.
“Yes…” She clarified slowly, as if she was thinking about something… “Wait a minute.” There it is; she’ll take it to another dimension of understanding once again.
“No.” You grabbed a pillow nearby and clung to it as if your life depended on it. You denied it right away; you did not even wait for what she was about to say.
“Hmm, did you expect I’d propose to ease the coldness with uhmmm….” Her dirty thoughts knocking at the sleeping primal inside you.
“No… No—” Your grip tightened around the pillow, your heart beat fast as well, twice as fast as the tension created by your connected eyes.
“I see… so, sleep with me, in bed.” She pulled back and turned to face the room.
“Jieun.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll just sleep. I just don’t want you to have a backache or something.” The way she insists that she’s worried about her secretary having a backache is convincing.
“O-okay.” At the end, you agreed.
Inside, both of you were lying in bed. Your back faced her side; you did not dare to face her, especially in the place you were in.
“...”
“You’ve been with me for five years.” She spoke softly and tiredly.
“You’re working for me, caring for me, understanding me… I’m well aware of it.” She kept talking, and you had your ears open to hear it. “So please, understand it as well that I’m just doing it because you’re the only one I can lean on.” She added.
“The one I can marry.” She pointed out.
You already heard it; she explained it the first time she asked you to marry her. But hearing it once more this time feels different. Her past actions validate her willingness and truthfulness.
“I… understand.” You finally respond.
“So, marry me.” Just as the surroundings are full of warmth, she asks you again to marry her.
“No.” You flatly refuse.
“How picky.” You heard her let out a tiny laugh, then you heard a rustle behind you after it. She might have faced your back. “Think about it, I’ll let you do what you were thinking earlier—” She added, her words more poisonous this time.
“I-I should get going.” You half-stand up when she retracts what she just said.
“Just kidding.” She sighed and laughed; she loves teasing you.
“Good night.” That simple phrase from her put you back to bed.
“Good night, Jieun.” You replied.
You resisted the final stage; for some reason, you did. After a few more minutes of adjusting, the tiredness finally knocked at your senses. You could also hear her tiny breath behind you; she was probably sleeping now.
You finally turned around to face her and were greeted by her sleeping, innocent face. She looked gorgeous as well, and it put a smile on your face.
“How things have changed– aish!” You gently straightened up, eyes on the wall.
What you just saw pushed you to do that.
Jieun’s sleeping, indeed. However, she was facing the ceiling; her nipples did as well. Poking through her camisole, too pointy; it’s enough to poke your eyes and punch a hole through the ceiling. With just a glance, you can already tell that it’s perky—
“What the fuck am I thinking right now?” You gently left the bed and slept on the floor.
“Well, technically I’m not sleeping on the sofa, just the floor.” You just hope she accepts your reason.
The exhaustion came through, and the night drifted away, dragging your consciousness with it. That’s a long day, but there’s definitely more up ahead.
“Ms Lee, what pushes you to— uogh– go to the pub all of a sudden?” You sat in the passenger seat beside her as she drove. You’re tipsy and nervous at the same time, and the alcohol starts to hit you. You clenched the seatbelt hard since your vision started to twirl like you’re on a roller coaster ride.
“I heard that there’s a company get-together, so I want to boost everyone’s confidence with my presence.” She told you. “Why did no one invite me? I’m the boss, in fact, I should know it first, right?” She added that she absolutely had no idea how it works.
“Y-you don’t have to.” You can’t tell her that her presence makes them terrified instead. “They’re probably too shy to invite you to a small pub.” You thought of a reason why she won’t get offended.
“If I didn’t come, how do you plan to bring Ms. Baek home?” She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel while she drove, “I did a good job, right?” She glanced at you briefly, lips curled into a satisfied smile.
“Yeah, right.” You found yourself staring at her longer than intended, liking this side of her that’s also new to you. She’s really full of surprises.
“If I’m an ice cream, I’d already melt with that stare of yours.” She caught you staring without taking her eyes off the road.
“Sorry, Ms Lee.” You cleared your throat and sat straight, regaining control all over your tipsy body.
“Come to think of it…” She paused for a second, and you were all ears on what she was about to say, “You can call me Jieun instead if we’re out of work.” She added that her suggestion is kind of absurd, levels beyond reality.
“H-huh? No, no way, I won’t dare to call you by your first name, Ms Lee.” You shook it off instantly. You can’t just call your boss without formality; it’s like calling someone to kill you on the spot, you shouldn’t step out of that boundary.
“Just do it, we’ve been together for five years, treat me as a friend for now since I’ll be your wife–”
“Lee Jieun!” You had to cut her off, gesturing at the back seat, telling her that Jiheon was still there.
“I said call me by my first name… NOT YELL AT ME!” She shouts back, louder than yours. She doesn’t care about whoever's with us.
“S-sorry… Jieun.” You apologized and said her name quietly.
“That’s it.” The car stopped, and the red glow of the traffic light shone on her face. Pretty and elegant, she’s still wearing the clothes from earlier, enough to tell you that she came to the pub from work.
“W-what do you mean?” The beer was still fogging your mind, partly no idea what she meant by her words.
“You just called me Jieun. I like it.” She’s happy, smiling ear to ear, looking at you.
“Okay, Jieun.” You accept your defeat and call her by her name, no hesitation and with sincerity this time around.
“...”
“...”
Your eyes met longer than they should, longer than most of the time.
“Yah! Just tell me if Lee Jieun bosses you around– huehuwhe– I’ll kick her ass for you–” Jiheon’s kicking her feet to the back of your seat and spouting nonsense.
“Aish! Yah– yah! Eat some fabric, it tastes good.” You had to muffle her mouth with your coat to shut her up the moment she mentioned your boss's name.
“...”
Jieun is staring blankly at her and you.
“She’s really drunk! That’s it, she didn't know what she was saying.” You panicked.
You and Jiheon had been hanging out often after work, ranting about the exhausting things that happened every day. She knows how hard Jieun is to you based on your stories, but you’re still adapting to that time, and now you’re fine with it.
“Mhhmm— hmm– Hmmgmpp– nyieun! (Jieun)” She’s speaking through her muffled mouth. If you didn’t silence her at that moment, you might not know what she would say now that the spirit of alcohol took over her body.
“Did she just call me by my name? I let it pass once, not twice! That girl— wow.” Jieun scoffed; she’s angry. That’s the reaction you’ve been expecting when you call her by her first name earlier.
“Let it pass again; she’s just drunk.” You try to calm her.
“The only one who can call me like that is you—”
“Green light.” As you thought of a way to calm her, the red glow turned green.
“Tch.” She had no choice but to drive. She's a well-behaved citizen after all.
Upon seeing her childish side, you thought that calling her by her name was fine. She permitted you to do it, so there’s no complaining about it. Who knows? Maybe you’ll enjoy it in the near future.
She drove Jiheon into her home; apparently, she had already asked her brother, the vice president, to give her Jiheon’s data before we set off.
“Ughhh!” You had a hard time bringing Jiheon up to her apartment. There’s an elevator, but it's still a long walk since her unit’s at the very far end, what an inconvenience.
“Just drag her by her collar, hand, or hair? Anywhere.” Jieun is walking slowly with her arms crossed, clearly has no intention of helping at all.
“Hair? Seriously? And besides, I don't want to do that. I’ll look like I’m dragging a dead body at that point.” You’ll look like a murderer dragging a ragdoll across the hallway.
“Your choice.” She sighed; you could notice her boredom.
After a few more walks, you're finally in front of her apartment unit. It’s locked, of course, but the key’s with you since it happened to be a smart lock.
“Jiheon-ah…” You momentarily dropped her on the cold flooring since your arms were already numb and sore carrying her ever since she’s wasted.
“You two must be really close, calling her Jiheon and not Ms Baek— hey! Then why did you refuse to call me Jieun!?” Your boss poked you with the tip of her heel.
“It’s not like that, okay? You’re my boss, and she’s a secretary just like me; we’re in the same field, so it makes perfect sense we’re close.” You playfully slapped her toes, and she stepped back.
“Fine, whatever. Hurry up.” Her patience isn’t good either.
“Jiheon-ah… let me– ughh– God, she’s really heavy.” You used all the energy left in you to help her stand up.
“Let me borrow your thumb for a minute.” You gently asked for her permission to use her fingerprint on her door lock. Jieun watched you carefully; you could feel her eyes behind you, observing.
“Hmwuehe–” She giggled and spoke, but inaudibly. Good thing to know she’s still responsive and playful.
“What?” You tried to decipher her message, only to be laughed at by Jieun; her laugh was strangely irritating.
“Stop laughing like a villain.” You said to her while asking Jiheon for permission.
“Your coat.” Jieun still had her arms crossed, still looking around to ease her boredom, and kept laughing at the scene.
“Oh, right.” You forgot you muffled her mouth to prevent her from spilling tea about everything you said about Jieun.
“Jiheon-ah, can we use your—” You asked her one more time, for some reason, you don’t want to barge into her house without any consent.
“Hurry up, it’s late. Someone might see us.” Jieun is making it look like you're abducting someone.
Come to think of it, you entered the apartment carrying an unconscious woman with a coat wrapped around her mouth beside a CEO who is so cold enough to look like a mafia boss.
You really did look like kidnappers.
“Ms Lee— Jieun, stop saying that. We’re looking like we’re really abducting her.” Gesturing to her to even lower her voice.
“Then we’re a bunch of idiot bad guys, asking our victim for consent to use her fingerprint to unlock the door.” Her eyes shift in annoyance.
“It’s up to you… If we’re mistaken as a bad person, you’re the one who’s the boss.” Teasing her that she might be the first to be in trouble instead of an underling like you.
“But I’m your boss… hurry up before I order you to finish her up—” She kicked the floor in boredom.
“I said stop that.” She’s behaving way differently than she used to be.
“Fine.” She said, and that’s it.
“Jiheon-ah, let me…” You held Jiheon straight and used her thumb for verification.
The smart lock recognized her fingerprint, and the door opened. As you slipped through the door, Jiheon’s body swayed.
Thud!
“AAWWuoH!” Her head knocked on the door jamb.
“Oh shit, sorry… I’m so sorry…” You felt really sorry; it sounds like it hurts. She still has the whole Sunday to treat her swollen bump.
“Poor door jamb.” You heard Jieun’s mutter and shot a glare at her. “I’ll poke your eyes, hurry up.” She saw you, and that made your heart jump in fear for a second.
“You’re not helping– uoghh.” Jiheon slid down, so you pulled her up once more, slowly walking inside.
“I’m not helping someone who called me by my name without my consent.” She walked behind you and turned the lights on for you.
After a slow walk that felt like days worth of gym.
“Arghh— she’s damn heavy.” You dropped Jiheon onto her sofa; you didn’t even dare bring her to her bed to respect her privacy.
“Are you still at it? She’s drunk; please just spare her.” You fixed your clothes, took a deep breath, and prepared to leave.
“Okay, okay, I get it.” She followed you behind as she closed the door.
Walking back to her car, you offered to drive her home since you had already sobered up. But she responds with a scolding and insists on driving for you. Reasoning that you still drink, the alcohol won’t pass in just an hour or two.
The ride went smoothly, no traffic, and she stopped in a bright place, too bright that it’s impossible to be your apartment.
“Why are we here? Do you want something to eat?” You looked outside, it’s a convenience store.
“No, buy some coffee for yourself, decaf.” She handed over her card, a sleek black one that screams power and royalty. The golden embossed design and her company’s logo are too much.
“...”
“What? I don’t have cash.” She shook the card, asking you to take it.
“No, I’ll use mine.” You stepped out of the car and bought everything you needed. All you bought was an energy drink, menthol candy, and menthol patches. No coffee.
While she drove you back to your home, you realized how far she is from you. Funny how she is still insisting on marrying you.
“...”
“We’re here.” The car stopped with a quiet screech of the brakes.
“Thank you, Jieun. A few more hours and the sun will rise again. You should go back now.” You stepped out of the car and inhaled the familiar cold breeze near your home.
It’s already late at night, and establishments around your apartment building have had their lights shut off. It’s quiet; the streets are already in their deep sleep.
“Take your rest; tomorrow’s Sunday, so you can sleep more.” She stepped out of the car as well, walking towards you.
“You won’t call me, right? No more night calls for tonight?”
“Why? You want me to?” She chuckled, “Just tell me, I could stay for tonight and have a talk with you.”
“...”
Her smile was a slow poison, spreading through every corner of your body. You’re aware of how dangerous she was, but this time, she exudes a different kind of danger. Your heart beat faster as your eyes met with hers.
“Hmm.” Her chuckle breaks the tension between you.
“Uhh…” You didn’t know what to say and just started looking around.
“...”
“So, do you want me to stay?” She took a step forward, her eyes shining while waiting for your answer. She leaned closer, little by little, until you could make out the fine details of her face. Her breath touches you, and enough to make you blush.
“I–” If she could hear your heartbeat, you’re done.
You did not want to assume, but you felt like she was playing with you. You felt like a moth, slowly drawn toward her flame.
“...”
She stopped, her eyes playfully looked around, she does that whenever she’s flustered,
“Uhmm– never mind, you said that the sun will rise soon. Take a rest.” She took a step back and turned around. You can see her hand checking her face before turning back to face you.
“...”
Silence, you just kept staring at her.
“Wait, really? Do you want me to stay for the night?” She blinked in confusion,
“Huh?” You snapped from your deep thoughts.
“I know I asked you for marriage, but isn’t it too fast—” Now she took it the wrong way, and way too far. “Are you really that… still…” She added, fanning herself with her hands.
“You know the marriage is contractual, right? So doing it…” She added that, before you can even defend yourself, she even bit her lip while acting flustered.
“No, it’s not like that! Stop it… I think I’m still tipsy.” You shook your head. You should regain the secretarial composure you always wore. This isn’t like you, but she isn’t herself either!
“I know, so rest.” She let out a laugh, and you joined her as well.
“Thank you again, Jieun. Have a nice night.” You bowed; you can call her by her name, but you’ll still have to treat her as your boss.
“Good night.”
You slowly raised your head.
She said it again; it genuinely came from her without teasing, mocking, and joke,
Her words gave warmth to you in the cold night. The moth in you is starting to fly near her fire, but she did not hurt you; instead, you could feel that she shared her fire on your cold heart.
“Good night.” You respond.
Both of you shared a smile, the cold breeze turned into warmth, and every word coming from both of you in that moment was full of affection and sincerity.
You watched her car disappear in the streets before entering your apartment, the stars lighting up the dark sky, and the silence now hugs you with comfort. You wanted to rest, and you thought you would definitely have a deep sleep after what had just happened.
As you recall what happened in a week, you can’t help but to anticipate what’s coming next while still being worried.
There’s been a lot of first times in the past few days; this moment might be your favorite.
“What’s my schedule for today?” Your boss asked you.
Standing at the window, looking down the busy streets of Seoul. Together with her, you’re at the highest point of the building she owns.
“At 10 am, there was a preliminary meeting about the new museum proposal in room 304. At 12 pm, you’ll have lunch with the leading Italian brand owners. At 2 pm, you’ll have a board meeting regarding the newly appointed executives for the existing foundations in room 407. At 3—” You answered, standing politely behind her, meters away.
“Cancel all of it.” She ordered you, as her secretary.
“Uhh, but—” You can’t just cancel it the same day; all of it was essential for the company.
“I have somewhere to go.” She turned to face you. Her fierce look alone tells you that you should follow her orders, or else you’ll be caught up in her annoyance.
“Yes, ma’am.” You bowed, bracing yourself for a thunderous rage of executives you’ll have a word with.
“...”
You bowed your head and were about to leave her office. But, a few more steps before the door, she speaks.
“You’re coming with me, drive for me.”
“Y-yes?” You turn around once more, and your eyes meet hers this time. Something’s telling you there’s another reason behind her eyes.
“My parents want to meet me.” She said, staring at you.
“I understood.” You already knew what she meant and took another bow to excuse yourself.
Thud.
“What do her parents want from her this time?” You muttered, then proceeded your way back to your desk.
Your boss, named Lee Ji-eun, doesn't want anyone to call her that way anymore; however, she has no choice but to embrace it if she wants to succeed. She despised her family, and the “Lee” in her name, but for money and power, she wouldn't mind it.
She’s cold, charismatic, and meticulous. She wanted everything to be as perfect as possible. She didn't believe in mistakes, but instead blamed carelessness. Thankfully, you survived all of that and learned to adapt.
You worked for her for five years, and you learned how things worked from your workplace, to your duties as her secretary, and now even how your boss and her family fight for the company and shares. You just saw it in dramas, but after working for her, you just realized that all of it was possible and happening in real life.
The moment she told you earlier that her parents wanted to meet you, you instantly got what she meant by bringing you with her.
She needed someone to listen to whatever she said.
With no other person beside her, except you as her secretary, she’ll lean on you.
Well… it didn’t work that well since you had to often listen to her bitching…
“I can’t believe they tried to sneak their slush funds under my name! Those fuckers.”
“I wish you saw the look on Mr. Park’s ugly face.”
“Finally… I had fifty percent of that damn share.”
“...”
“I wonder what kind of story I’ll hear from her later.” You sighed, you’re already exhausted just thinking about how tiring this day might be for you.
Your ears hurt, your eardrums were almost shattered, and your head ached after the executives roared at you through the phone. You get it, they’re mad for cancelling important meetings the same day just because she said it. But they can’t get mad at her since they were scared of her, so they chose to take their anger out on you.
“Oh, Ms. Lee.” You said even though she’s not around.
“Oh shit— teeeeen–” The landline cuts. Her name is like a magic word; it works well for you in tight cases.
“Her name alone scared the shit out of them.” You put down the phone; the last cancellation is done.
“They’re scared of her, acting mighty just because I’m her mere secretary.” Sometimes you thought of resigning, but the pay’s good and the company benefits are top-notch. So you choose to keep it and adapt.
“...”
After a while, her office door opened.
“Hello, Ms. Lee.” You quickly stood up and greeted her.
“Let’s go.” She dropped the car key on your desk and walked away.
“Yes.” You grabbed it together with your stuff and ran through the elevator lobby, taking another lift besides the one she’s facing.
Other employees stopped walking and paid respects by bowing. The tension’s high, and no one dared to stand by her except you.
While she takes her time walking, the other way goes to you. You are running your way to the parking lot; basically, you have to be there before she arrives.
“...”
“Did I run too fast?” You looked at your watch; it’s just five minutes after she told you that you’re leaving.
“Habit.” You chuckled softly and waited for her patiently.
After another couple of minutes, the glass doors slid smoothly, and she appeared. For a second, you stared at her unconsciously. For a second, you forgot to move. Even under parking lot lights, she stood out too much.
“Hmm? Let’s go.” She said after noticing you’re staring at her.
“Huh? Ah, yes.” You opened the door for your boss. Her flowery perfume hits your sense of smell while her smooth skin subtly rubs through your hand, notifying your sense of touch.
You did not think about it; it’s just an accidental contact. Though you can’t deny it’s electrifying for the first time.
However, you are well aware that she’s your boss, a towering wall separates the two of you, a boundary that can’t be surpassed. So, you threw those feelings a long time ago. Those affections and excitement are replaced by admiration.
*****
All you currently hear right now is the low hum of the car’s air conditioning, the sound of the car’s engine, and her breathing.
“Say, how’s working with me?” She’s looking outside, the car’s window reflecting her pretty face perfectly.
“Should I be honest? It’s pretty tense.” You glanced at the rear-view mirror.
“Hmm, you’re actually doing great. You’re not that crybaby anymore.” She turned her head lightly, looking back at you through the mirror.
“Yes, thank you, ma’am.” You can’t help but smile.
“...”
In your first year at work, it’s either she’ll yell at you, or she’ll quietly stop herself from yelling at you. Both of them will end up in endless scolding, all because you messed up. Every minute matters to her; there’s no space for mistakes. As you already stated earlier, she doesn't believe in it because mistakes are caused by carelessness.
Eventually, you physically and mentally gave up. You remember that time when she yelled at you for not informing her of a meeting with a higher-up, and she cursed at you like she owned your soul.
Well, you cursed her back. The way her jaw dropped, speechless, and her brows twitched in anger. You know it’s over.
“Get out.”
You did as she said, leaving her alone and going back to your room. You cried a lot, fearing that you might not just lose your job, but you might even be blacklisted in the entire field. That’s how powerful she is.
The next morning, you got a message from her.
“Prepare the documents.”
You cried again, not because of fear, but from gladness this time around. You’re sleepless and exhausted, reflecting on your actions. She forgave what you did and gave you another chance.
“Why are you smiling? Is there anything to smile at?” She observed through the mirror.
“Uhh, nothing, ma’am.” You snapped, shifting your focus back to driving.
You can’t help but smile every time you remember those days when you were still her rookie secretary.
You arrived at their Manor House. Countless checkpoints and identity verification greet both of you, though it’s a usual thing, especially when it comes to their family. Ms. Lee just sat at the back, crossed arms, expressionless, with her window lightly down just enough for security to have a look at her.
The verification took about ten minutes.
“What a hassle.” She hissed as she stepped out of the car. You held the door open for her.
“Wait here.”
“Yes, ma’am.” You bowed.
She walked her way inside their house, two massive doors swinging open into their pivotal hinges.
The door clicked shut, and she disappeared behind it. It’s you and her car once again, sharing the same breeze of the cold night. There are other secretaries as well, but you thought it was better to keep away from them. You served other people; your ideology and beliefs varied as well.
An hour passed, and the door opened once again. The moment you saw her walking her way back to where her car is, you knew something was wrong.
Her icy expression was colder this time, her heavy stomps caused the heels to echo through the marble steps, and her hair swayed left and right with her accelerating walk.
“Let’s go.” She’s not even close, but you hurriedly open the door for her.
You closed it instantly right after she slipped in. You wasted no time as well and got moving.
It’s a quiet and unusual night for you, since she’ll either rant about her parents or she’ll throw tantrums about the company. However, she’s calm and must be in deep thought about something.
You drive her all the way to the penthouse she’s staying at. In contrast with how tight their house security was, all you need to show this time is your ID pass. The barrier instantly opens and lets you in
“Ma’am, we’re here.” You held the door open for her.
Honestly, you can’t count how many times you opened and shut the door for her in a day. It’s a duty, it’s something you must do for her. It’s not a hard thing to do, in fact, so you don’t even bother complaining.
“Thank you. You can go now.” She went her way.
“Have a nice evening, ma’am.” One last bow for your day, and it’s over.
But she suddenly stopped midway and faced you.
“Say, are you… seeing someone right now?” A question that caught you off guard.
“Y-yes?” You stuttered.
“I see.” She nods.
“Huh? I uhh, no. I mean, I’m not seeing someone.” You said before she perceived your wrong answer.
It’s true, you’re not dating someone, you don’t have time for that.
“Really? Hmm, you got the looks, the attitude… though you cursed me once.” She compliments you, another unusual thing for her to do.
“Ma’am, I did— sorry about that, again.” There’s no point in denying it; it looks like what you did to her sticks in her mind like a stamp.
“Go now, it’s getting late.” You bowed once again. This will be your last for the day, hopefully.
As you walked away,
“Good night,” what she said shook you, literally.
“Goo– good night, ma’am.” You wanted to greet her back, but she was already walking away when you turned around.
*****
You kicked your shoes away, stripped off your tacky coat and sleeves, and went straight to your fridge for cold water.
“Ahhh, refreshing.” A glass of cold water in your home after a long, exhausting day of work? Perfect.
“...”
“AGHH! FINALLY!” You let out a relieving scream.
No boss.
No work.
Finally, alone.
“Let’s get it.”
You enjoyed being at your home more than at work, well, everyone does. You had freedom and ample space to move around; there are literally no restrictions.
“Cold enough to chill my bones… It feels like I don't know you anymore…” You sing along with Adam Levine through the speaker you bought a month ago.
It’s a harmony, like a gold and coil, a water and an oil… your singing voice was basically unmelodious. But there’s freedom, so fuck them, you’ll just sing.
“Another egg.” You’re cooking ramyeon, like everybody wants after a long day.
You sit comfortably at your dining area, savoring the flavorful broth of synthetic spices from the noodles; the only food that’s natural there is the egg. Slurping and chomping while your phone rings, trying to call someone.
“Hey, are my dear sisters there?” You asked through your phone when someone finally picked up.
“Oppa! When will you go home?”
“Oppa!”
They’re chaotic as usual. You had two younger sisters, both of whom are currently in college.
“No, I won’t come home,” You said, then put a chunk of radish kimchi inside your already full mouth.
“But we missed you.”
“Right, it’s been so long.”
“We’ll visit you then!”
“Okay, but you both knew that I only had Sundays, right? Better plan it thoroughly.” You slurp ramyeon after it.
“Yes! By the way, oppa…”
“We had an outing next—”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it.” You assured them of your support.
“Really!? Yes!”
“Oppa’s the best!”
“Okay, where’s mom and dad?” You asked them, looking at the screen, trying to find your parents, but no one was even in sight.
“They’re still at the market, don’t worry, oppa, we’ll pick them up— oh shit!”
“Word.” You almost choked up when your sister swore; you always reminded them not to imitate you.
“Oops, sorry. Oppa, we've got to go. It’s already late, we have to go to mom and dad.”
“Bye, oppa! Love you!”
“Yeah, take care! Love you!” You bid goodbye, and the screen returned to the dial pad.
Then, after a quick call, silence followed.
“Sighed. Better rest early, they’re growing too fast.” You stood up and cleaned up.
While washing dishes, you remember the two of them crawling on the floor when you were still in middle school. Time flew that fast; now they were both in college. As the eldest, you promised to provide for their needs in everything; it’s one of the things you can do to help your parents after raising you.
You cherish them; it’s one of the reasons why you still keep fighting.
Ring! Ring!
“Who is it at this hour?” You wiped your hands dry.
“Huh?” The least expected person you can ever think of is calling you.
“Ms. Lee?” You cleared your throat before answering.
“Hello, Ms. Lee, good evening. What can I do for you?” You instantly return to your secretarial voice.
“Pick me up tomorrow morning, 5 am.” She ends the call after it.
“That’s… early, she could’ve just texted me.” You didn’t have a chance to decline, but rejection wasn’t an option.
Okay, have a nice evening, Ms. Lee.
You replied, at least she knew that you would really pick her up.
“I’d better rest now.”
You tidied up and took your rest after listening to your favorite music for a while.
*****
The next day, the sun hasn’t risen, yet you are already inside her apartment. Standing with your modest posture. After a few minutes, she emerged from her room.
Your eyes widened; you weren’t used to what she was wearing at that moment. A simple white shirt with silk shorts, bare feet, and a messy ponytail.
“Good morning, Ms. Lee.” You bow to show respect and momentarily avoid any inappropriate thoughts.
“Good morning, I’ll just take a shower, feel at home.” She walked past you.
Even just waking up, her scent didn’t change. Her soft steps are barely audible, too.
“Yes, ma’am.” You took a seat on her sofa.
Her shower didn’t take long, and she got dressed up pretty quickly.
While driving, you wonder if she even took breakfast since you noticed that she had just woken up when you arrived.
“Ma’am, did you have breakfast already?” You asked her, taking a glance through your rear-view mirror.
“No, we’re going to eat at my office. I already had it prepared, you’re going to eat with me.” She said while she continued to scroll through her iPad.
“Yes, ma’am.” You went back to driving.
At her office, there are various breakfast meals. There are sandwiches on the side, a variety of juices that are identified by their different colors, and rice meals that can even fill you up for the whole day.
“This is… a lot, Ms. Lee. Is there any occasion? I checked the schedule for today, and it’s surprisingly empty.” You took a seat after she offered it, gesturing for you to sit across her.
“Nothing special, but we’ll have to talk about something later. But first, eat, stuff yourself.” She eats as well.
You actually enjoyed the food, the meats were surprisingly tender for breakfast, the sandwiches had enough filling on them, and the juices were freshly made.
“How is it?” She wiped her mouth with a napkin.
“It’s great, I really enjoyed it. Thank you, Ms. Lee.” You also wiped yours.
Everything’s unusual for you, from her good night to the early morning drive, up to breakfast at her office. All of these strange happenings started when she walked out of their house. Something happened, and it concerns you.
“Will she fire me?”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“Did I accidentally curse her again?”
Now you think about it, it’s the first time you've been so nervous in the past four years after you fully adapted.
“Ms. Lee, I know this is random, but did I do something wrong?” It’s better to ask her so you can think of an answer right away.
“Hmm, no. Nothing, why? Is it because of this breakfast?” She crossed her legs and sat up straight.
“Uhh, partly yes.” She knew what you were thinking.
“Okay, so now that we’re finished eating.” She reached for her bag and pulled out a folder.
“The reason why I called you early in the morning is that I want you to know how sincere I am. I usually don’t come to work early, you know that, and I am not the type of person who’s entertaining anyone without any business.” She placed the folder onto the center table.
“Business? With me?” You had no idea what business she was talking about; you had nothing to offer except your services.
She gestured for you to take a look at the folder.
You took a look at it.
“This is…” You stuttered.
It’s a blank marriage slip.
“...”
“Someone’s going to get married? Is it your sister? Do you want me to investigate it?” You nodded, it’s easy work for you. You’ve done a lot more than this.
“No! Just— look at it, carefully.” She raised her voice a little.
“Look at— huh?” at the bottom, your name’s written on it. At the top of the groom’s signature overprinted name.
You shuffled through the other pages, and everything tells the same story.
You’re the groom.
You’re going to get married—
“HUH? W-WHY ME? Ms. Lee. What’s this?” You stood up and lost your composure in front of her.
She just looks at you, unamused by your reaction.
“S-sorry, but what is this?” You apologized; you got carried away by your emotions. Who wouldn’t? Someone’s going to get married without their knowledge.
“It’s just a slip. Our name’s the only thing there, no other personal information.” She explains.
“Okay.” You nod.
“And besides, at the very end, there's contact. Read it and sign it if you agree. The contract says we’re going to get married for a year, don’t worry, the pay’s tenfold larger than your salary.” She added.
“Okay. Oh, right here?” You looked at the contract she mentioned.
“Yes.”
“Okay.” You grabbed the pen, which is clipped to the folder.
You were about to sign it…
“...”
“...”
“...”
“HUH?? W-what? Ms. Lee— I—” You stood up once again, and your eyes met hers.
She’s sincere.
“Sit.” She said, gesturing with her finger to the chair.
“Y-yes… but Ms. Lee! What do you mean by “you and I”? Are you serious? What in the world is this?” You got a lot of questions, but that’s the most important thing.
You and she are getting married?
“Yes, for a year. It’s contractual, everything’s on paper, so study it very well. Everything will remain professional; think of it as your work.” She calmly explained it to you as if it were a usual thing.
“Huh? Why? All of a sudden? And Ms. Lee… I don’t think it’s a good idea.” You don’t know what to react, but you feel like all you need to do is reject her proposal.
“It’s a good idea for me. Let me explain it first.” She crossed her arms and shifted her crossed legs under.
“O-okay…” You need to know what kind of insanity this is and why she settled for asking you to marry her.
“Last night, my parents finally decided to look for a successor. My dad laid out the requirements, and the first thing they wished for was someone with a partner, and that disqualifies me at the very beginning. You know that I can prove myself without anyone's help, right? But if this can fasten my acquisition of the whole company, I’ll risk it.” You listened carefully to her explanation.
“I see you worked hard enough to be in this position, Ms. Lee. But I can’t take what you’re offering to me. Please consider that I’m just your secretary and nothing beyond that. Marrying someone like you isn’t something I can handle easily, just like the reports I’ve been doing for the past few years.” You’re already exhausted from your everyday life, and you thought being involved in her personal life was too much for you.
“You’re the only one I can rely on.”
What she said stopped you from doing anything.
It’s another first time, the Ms. Lee you know never said anything like it before.
She never relied on anyone.
“Still, Ms Lee, I’m sorry. I have to decline this time.” You felt bad for rejecting her, but you can’t really just do it.
She might be cold and often scold you for your carefulness, but she’s actually a good person. Those five years have made you realize that.
“My mom, she wants me to inherit everything. She’ll set me up for a contractual marriage if I don’t find one.” She looks through the window, the sun slowly rising.
“I… I’m really sorry, Ms Lee.” Now you feel really bad, since she mentioned her mom.
She can’t go against her; she’ll always follow what her mother wants. The queen of the company. She can’t disobey her, yet, until she takes over all of it. That’s what she always told you.
Upon realizing it, she really trusts you, telling you her plans when you are alone. She knows that you won’t ditch her, and now, offering you a marriage contract is like business.
“Really? Just like what I thought. Think about it thoroughly. I trust you, remember that. Help me— no, I’ll make you help me no matter what.” She turned to you and smiled.
The early morning sun brightened up her face; now you can see it, her pretty smile. It’s wicked, she must have anticipated you’d reject her.
Your words stuck in your throat.
Come to think of it, you’re at her office, her dungeon, and you’re a mere adventurer in her trap. She planned it, and she can see right through you.
You showed her hesitation with your stuttered words; she’ll use it. You showed her empathy because of her story; she’ll also use it.
She’ll not beg for your help; she’s the boss after all. Instead, she’ll make you say it.
Genre: smut
Category: (First Person) male reader x IU
Word Count: 2k+
A/N: Halo! As maybe some of y'all expected I am also on fanprose. But anyway; IU FIC! I am REALLY HAPPY with this creation, PLEASE ENJOY AND LEAVE COMMENT FOR THE FEEDBACK 🥰.
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“Hey, Ryo, what’s your story?” friend #1 asks.
“So, I met up with IU right, in—”
“Wait, wait, how in the freak do you get in contact with Lee Jieun? That IU?” friend #2 asks.
“Do you guys want to hear how I get to know IU or do you guys wanna let me continue?”
“Both” friend #1 and #2 says simultaneously.
“No.”
“HA! I knew it, this is just one of your fantasies right? There is no way a guy like you could be on par with someone like IU.”
“tsk Ya whatever, anyway like i was saying—”
Just then, me and my friends get interrupted by a far too familiar appearance.
“What are you doing?” Jieun asks.
“Oh, hi Jieun, I was just hanging out with my friends, say hi guys.” I am fucked, aren’t I?
“OH MY GOD, you are actually IU! Oh can we get an autograph?” Friend #2 asks, seems like he doesn’t realize what situation we are in right now.
Jieun ignores them and goes, “We are leaving. Now.” Then she just walks towards the exit into the parking lot.
“Damn, she's cold.” Friend #1 respond. I guess he is flabbergasted by the sudden surprise visit from Jieun.
“Yeah, she's probably going to kill me after this, I gotta go alright guys, maybe I’ll finish the story next time.” I left as soon as I said it, and I am pretty sure both of them are still in awe because now they start to really doubt their beliefs about me. HAHAHAHA.
Alright. We began on one fateful night, me and Lee Jieun walked inside one of the grand hotels in the area after her schedule. You know that yellow dress she wore in the drama? Yep, she had them for this special night.
So me and Jieun, we got inside the booked room right, and well it was not so easy to tell when it came to Jieun on what she wanted to do based on facial expression and body language alone. She was just like in the movie, stoic, like the kind of ice cold princess persona.
“So, would you like some drinks first?” I was talking like I was her servants, heck maybe I WAS her servants for the night, well could be worse.
“Give me that wine.” She pointed at my bag. Yes i carried a wine, she told me to do so.
Opening and serving the drink for her. Surprisingly she was quite a heavy drinker. She lets out a big sigh after gulping her first glass, like she just released a big chain that was on her back for the entire week or something.
I remembered we didn’t talk much, I did prepare some dinner for the both of us. She said the food I cooked tasted nice, but she said it with little to no emotion, so I couldn’t really get if she likes likes it or just saying it for the sake of saying it.
We finished eating, not talking much right, STILL it felt awkward in a way. Now I was quite inexperienced just to let it be clear, but I KNOW it wasn’t supposed to be this awkward silence. I was putting away the dirty container right, Jieun wanted to take a shower she said and went ahead, and I was like “Okay.” I don’t put much thought on it.
After I put away our bento and got myself ready to take a shower as well, I saw Jieun walked out of the shower room, still only wrapped in towel, and I can see her sexy legs her pale white and sexy thighs, not to mention the water drip on her upper body makes her tits and face shining, it just all adds up. She looked at me for a second, I was already shirtless by the way, then she just looked away and went to bed.
I took a quick shower since I already cleaned myself thoroughly for the preparation of tonight. Y’all I am not kidding, when I went out of the shower room, I saw Jieun LITERALLY masturbating on the bed.
Back in the bedroom, I saw Jieun on the bed with two fingers deep in her pussy. I was sure I wasn’t in the shower long but Jieun really pumped those fingers in and out of her pussy with a speed like she wanted to get it done soon.
Of course, she didn’t notice me, she was so focused on getting herself off. But something caught me by surprise was she moaned MY NAME.
Changing and mixing the rhythm of her finger fuck in herself. She also played with her perky tits, squeezing and pinching her nipples. I could clearly see her nipples got hardened by the second while she kept up her fingering in her pussy.
Sure enough, not long after, she came, squirting and wetting the bedsheet a little. I thought it was really hot. A woman with such a cold demeanor like her, hid such shameful behaviour, well well, that night I was sure to make her face every embarrassing moment we could make. Starting with her jolted reaction, seeing me stare at her after she came down from her high.
“What, since when did you—”
“I watched the whole thing, including the time you moan my name,” I said moving and leaned closer to her.
Her face instantly turned red, she tried to cover herself with a blanket but I stopped her hand.
“Tonight just got really interesting”
I cupped her face, leaned down and tried to kiss her, but immediately she turned her face away. I guessed she was still too shy that she got caught red-handed by me, masturbating to me.
Still maintaining her cold persona, yet no actual rejection, thus I continue. Started by kissing her cheek slowly, then moving around her jawline before going to the crock of her neck. I lightly sucked parts of her neck to leave a mark on her neck, a reminder of a secret discovered tonight.
“Awh, what are you doing? Don’t—” she said weakly. Jieun did not resist, instead her hands grabbed my head and pushed my head further towards her shoulder.
Using the moment as a sign of willingness, with lick and kisses I trailed a path from her neck down to her shoulder. Then, using my hands I grabbed her arm, lifted it up and pinned it above her head to the bed to expose the smooth and beautiful view of her armpit.
With both excitement and lust coursing through me, I chose to take my time appreciating this beautiful view in front of me. I leaned closer, put my face right up at her armpit and started sniffing at it. The scent from a combination of her perfume and sweat just hit the back of my nostril, and it flipped the feral switch inside me.
I put out my tongue and started licking every detail of her armpit, covering every part of that smooth skin with a trail of saliva right on top. It was so good, it was so nice. I lapped around her armpit while switching between licking and sniffing her armpit. I collected every trace of her sweat from her touching session earlier, leaving only my drool on her underarm before taking a glance at her.
“I didn’t know you have that kind of fetish,” she quipped.
I saw her giggling while throwing that comment at me, “do you like it?” I replied only to be met by her turning her face away from me again.
After indulging myself in her musk and sweat from her pits, I moved downward towards her tits. Squeezing it, I feel how soft and perky it is. I felt pity for those who could only ever see her in a tight dress or when she exposed her cleavage a little. I went on to nibble at her hardened nipple and swirl my tongue around it, which also elicits a moan from Jieun.
Switching between her right and left tits sucking on it, and at times gently biting on it as if hoping that something may come out of it. I did a couple of times until eventually I left a mark of my teeth on her areola.
“I hope I am doing as expectation, my princess”
“Hmph” Jieun still threw her face away as if ignoring me and dismissed me, but I saw a smile on her face.
Done with her tits, I trailed downwards again past her tummy to her pussy and thighs. Jieun immediately covered her pussy with her hands while simultaneously closing her legs together.
“Trust me,” I said calmly.
With that, I gently open her legs. I didn’t go straight to her pussy, but instead I started by kissing her knee, then trailing a path to her thighs. While slowly opening up her legs, I dived myself into her smooth and voluptuous thighs. I lick and munch on that white meaty skin that perhaps made Jieun ticklish that she started to close her legs every so often that forced me to use my hands to keep her legs apart.
“Augh, baby, please, my pussy…” she pleaded.
As soon as she said those words, I went straight to her folds. I can feel the intense heat coming out of her pussy, and I could see some trickle of her juice coating parts of the entrance of her pussy. She was so wet at that time that the only thing that crossed my mind was to suck that pussy and drink all of her juice.
“Babe, please, eat me up, please” she muttered.
That was surprising to her coming from Jieun after she ignored me from the start, but nonetheless, I complied, happily. My mouth to her clit, hardly sucking it which makes Jieun moan with a loud groan in response. Besides her clit, I make sure to put good use of my tongue lapping around her pussy mouth before plunging it inside her. Jieun was so wet that my tongue easily went in and out of her pussy, tongue fucking her until she is close.
“Ahh, Yes, Keep going, Keep Going, please, I am gonna cum, please”
Hearing those words made me put more effort in making her climax. While I tongue fuck her with occasional clit sucking, I was also pressing my hand to her chest and kneading on it. It didn’t take long after such stimulation that she reached another climax.
Her legs trembling, her juices flowing out like waterworks, and I just slurped it all up like a thirsty man.
Finished with the foreplay, I took my time to have her and me to catch some breath. I went ahead for another attempt at kissing her. This time though, she accepted it. I guess she was just too tired to care about her persona, but that’s a win in my book. For the first time tonight, I finally felt a genuine connection. Our lips met in a slow passionate kiss that provided temporary relief after an intense session we just had.
When I pulled back from the kiss, I parted her legs once more, aligning my throbbing hard cock to her soaked entrance. “I am putting in now,” I told her.
As I put my penis inside her, she responded with a small groan as I penetrated her insides slowly. My penis slid in easily because of how wet she was already. I pushed further until my tip reached deep inside her as I felt I hit the entrance of her womb.
“Yes, keep going,” Jieun managed to utter between her heavy breaths.
With audible confirmation, I proceeded to pump her in and out of her pussy, slowly at first then gradually up the pace. Everytime I hit her cervix I could hear her louder moan. It was not long until Jieun reached another orgasm, just only after a few deep and fast thrusts by me.
The sound she made when she reached her orgasm after getting her pussy fucked, it did bring another level of pleassure to my ear. With that, out of the way, I didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath before once again I fucked her.
This time however, it is time for me to have my release. This time I pumped her hard and fast right from the beginning, and tried to get her close to climax as soon as possible. This time because of how sensitive she has become after her climax previously, her pussy was choking my cock. It felt so freaking hot and wet that made me closer to my limit.
“Ah, Ryo, I am close…” she cried out.
Placing my hands on her frame, pinned it to the mattress as I responded “I am close as well, I am going to finish inside. Jieun, please tell me you are safe.”
A smile appeared on her face, probably the first time since the start of this night. “I’m not safe,” she said through ragged breath and moans. “But don’t you dare pull out,” Jieun then wrapped her legs around my waist, locking me inside her.
With that said, my mind went wild, no more thoughts, just the pure lust to fill her with cum. No more holding back, she wanted this, WE wanted this. I threw away the tempo, thrusting deep inside her, poking at her cervix until I heard her moans mixed with her constant gasping for air.
“Cum inside me, please, cum inside me!” she screamed.
And with that, I slammed my full length inside her and I let go. I filled her womb with thick and warm cum. Jieun reached her orgasm alongside me, her walls milking every single drop out of my balls, and her lower body trembled feeling the warm sensation pooling inside her.
After that session, we laid in bed, just relaxed, feeling that post orgasm clarity.
“So, uh, Jieun, do you think we can do this again?”
Jieun didn’t answer immediately, then she said “only if you can give me another load tonight.” She faced away from me when she said that, but that really got my brain short circuited, and my cock hard again in no time.
Tonight, shall be a story untold.
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A/N: This is probably my best creation in terms of smut writing so far. I hope I can be more efficient and create better story in the future. Thank you for reading.
Based on the scene where I-an got drunk in episode 11
Upon arriving at the private residence of Grand Prince I-an, Hui-ju was immediately met by the anxious expression of Hye-jeong, who stood waiting near the entrance with clasped hands and worry etched across her face. The dim lanterns along the corridor flickered softly against the night breeze, casting trembling shadows across the polished stone floor.
“He’s.. a little drunk,” said her former secretary quietly, almost apologetically.
“He’s drunk?” Hui-ju furrowed her eyebrows in concern, her pace slowing for only a moment.
“Gosh. He can’t even hold his liquor,” Hyeon scoffed before smacking his lips together in disapproval.
Ignoring the rest, Hui-ju walked straight past the towering glass wall and toward the open porch beyond. There, beneath the pale silver glow of the moon, sat the Grand Prince himself.
I-an rested lazily on the stone porch with a half-empty bottle of liquor beside him, his gaze fixed tenderly upon the beloved cat wandering through the garden flowers. The quiet scene felt strangely lonely despite its beauty. One by one, both aides discreetly excused themselves, leaving the married couple alone in the cool night air.
“Jaga..” Hui-ju spoke softly as she lowered herself beside him with a gentle smile.
“ Bu-in,” I-an smiled at her drunkenly before wrapping his strong arm around her tiny waist before letting out a soft chuckle.
The scent of alcohol lingered faintly on him, but beneath it remained the familiar warmth that always made her feel safe.
Hui-ju sighed in relief. “ This is great. I was feeling cooped up anyway.”
“You were?” I-an questioned, turning toward her with softened eyes.
“Yeah,” Hui-ju said while leaning her head on his shoulder. “ The palace is so much bigger, but far more stifling.”
I-an sighed quietly. “Me too.”
For a while, neither of them spoke again.
They simply sat together beneath the moonlight, wrapped in a silence so intimate it felt as though the world had narrowed down to only the two of them. The rustling trees, the distant chirping of insects, even the cool wind brushing against their skin all faded into the background.
Then I-an finally spoke again, his voice lower this time.
“The queen mother came to see me earlier.”
Hui-ju slowly lifted her head to look at him with her big dark brown eyes, worry immediately filling them.
“She told me that the Puwongun.. was behind the wedding incident.”
At those words, Hui-ju’s gaze shifted away quietly.
Deep down, she had always known the man was far from a saint. Still, the truth left a bitter taste in her chest. What kind of family destroys one another so mercilessly? The cruelty of it all exhausted her.
“Seeing her beg so desperately to spare His majesty…I no longer know what I am to do,” I-an said with teary eyes.
The sight of him hurt her more than she expected.
Why does he have to be so soft, so gentle? she thought silently.
Her small hands slowly cupped the Grand Prince’s face, thumbs brushing tenderly against his skin before she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against his lips.
“It’ll be alright, whatever happens I’ll be right here.”
She kissed him again.
I-an, drowning in stress and the lingering haze of liquor, deepened the kiss instinctively, holding her closer as though she alone could keep him from falling apart.
Hui-ju already knew where this was going, and she didn’t mind.
If it would help ease even a fraction of her husband’s burdens, then she was more than willing to help.
I-an’s hand slowly moved to cup his wife’s breast through the thick leather, his fingers tightening slightly as he tried to unbutton her jacket with clumsy, impatient movements born from both desperation and drink.
Before he could get far, Hui-ju gently caught his wrist.
She pulled away from his lips just enough to speak, her breath still warm against his skin.
“Jaga.. should we move? Your servant can walk by us here..”
The moonlight shimmered softly across her face as she looked at him with flushed cheeks and quiet concern. Even now, with his arm wrapped tightly around her waist and his lips lingering dangerously close to hers, she still carried herself with that composed grace that always unraveled him.
I-an looked at her with pleading eyes, vulnerable in a way only she was ever allowed to witness.
“ please.. I need you right here, right now”
His voice came out low and rough, almost aching.
The tension crackled between them as Hui-ju gave a small nod, her hands falling to her sides. I-an's fingers fumbled with the buttons of her leather jacket, his usual grace dulled by drink and desperation. The thick material resisted his efforts, and a low growl of frustration rumbled from his chest.
"Let me," Hui-ju whispered, her own hands moving to undo the buttons with practiced ease. The leather parted, revealing the thin silk blouse beneath. Her skin prickled in the cool night air as I-an pushed the jacket from her shoulders, letting it fall onto the stone porch beneath them.
His hands immediately found her breasts through the silk, squeezing roughly as he pressed his lips against her neck. Hui-ju gasped, her fingers tangling in his dark hair as his teeth grazed her skin.
"Jaga..” she breathed, but he silenced her with another kiss, messier and more demanding than before.
His hand slid down her body, fingers hooking beneath the hem of her leather skirt. He pushed it up roughly, exposing her thighs to the moonlight. Hui-ju shivered, the cold air mixing with the heat radiating from his touch.
"Lie back," he ordered, his voice hoarse.
Hui-ju obeyed, lowering herself onto the cool stone. The rough texture bit into her back through the opened leather jacket, but she barely noticed. I-an positioned himself over her, his dark brown suit jacket discarded somewhere behind him.
He knelt between her legs, eyes dark and hungry as he took in the sight of her leather skirt bunched around her waist, boots still laced up her calves, her silk blouse half-untucked and translucent in the moonlight.
"Beautiful," he muttered before lowering himself to capture her lips again.
Their mouths moved together urgently, teeth clashing, breath mingling. I-an's hands roamed her body possessively, grabbing her hips, her thighs, her breasts a little bit too rough, too desperate, unlike his usual gentleness, but that's exactly what she wanted.
"Turn around," he commanded, pulling away to tug at her arm.
Hui-ju rolled onto her stomach, the leather of her skirt scraping against the stone. She propped herself up on her elbows, looking back at him over her shoulder. I-an's hands gripped her hips, pulling her back against him. She felt his erection pressing through his trousers, hard and insistent.
He fumbled with his belt and zipper, the metallic clink sharp in the quiet night. Then his hands were on her again, pushing her skirt higher, exposing her completely. His fingers slid between her legs, finding her already wet.
"So wet for me," he growled, his voice laced with both admiration and hunger.
He positioned himself at her entrance and thrust into her in one brutal motion. Hui-ju cried out, her fingers scraping against the stone as she braced herself. I-an didn't wait for her to adjust, he began moving immediately, each thrust rough and punishing.
His hands gripped her hips so tightly she would surely bruise. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the otherwise silent garden, accompanied by her gasps and his grunts.
"You feel so good," he groaned, leaning forward to press his chest against her back. His lips found her ear. "So fucking good."
Hui-ju could only nod, words escaping her as he pounded into her relentlessly. The roughness of the stone beneath her, the bite of the leather boots still laced around her calves, the weight of his body pressing her down it all blurred together into a haze of sensation.
I-an's pace quickened, his breathing ragged. He pulled out abruptly, flipping her onto her back in one swift movement. Before she could catch her breath, he was inside her again, his gaze locked onto hers as he drove into her.
"Look at me," he demanded, his voice breaking. "I need to see you."
Hui-ju's eyes met his, dark and glassy with emotion. She reached up to cup his face, her thumb brushing away a tear she wasn't sure was hers or his.
"I'm here," she whispered. "I'm right here."
I-an's movements slowed, becoming deeper, more deliberate. Each thrust pressed them closer together, their bodies slick with sweat despite the cool night air. His forehead rested against hers, their breaths mingling in the inches between.
"I love you," he murmured.
"I love you too," she replied, pulling him down for another kiss.
He came with a shuddering groan, burying his face in her neck as he spilled inside her. Hui-ju held him through it, her fingers stroking through his hair, down his back.
For a long time, they lay tangled together on the stone porch, the moonlight washing over them. The night had grown colder, but neither moved to cover themselves.
Finally, I-an shifted, pulling out of her slowly. He picked her up in one motion, carried her inside, his steps steady despite the lingering haze of soju, the worn leather of her boots bumping against his thighs. The study was dim, lit only by a low-burning oil lamp on the desk, its amber light pooling across the familiar couch, the same deep-cushioned, dark-wood-framed piece where, months ago, she had looked him in the eye and asked him to marry her. The memory flickered in both their minds as he lowered her onto the cushions, removing her leather skirt completely.
His cock already hard, slick with her arousal from the porch. She watched him, her breath quickening, and spread her legs wide, the boots scraping against the couch's armrest.
"Jaga..” she whispered, her voice raw with need. "I need you inside me again."
He didn't answer with words. He knelt on the edge of the couch, grabbed her hips, and thrust into her in one deep, smooth motion. She gasped, her head falling back, her fingers digging into the cushions. The couch creaked under the pressure, the same sound that had accompanied their whispered vows months ago, now filled with wet, urgent sounds of fucking.
He fucked her with a methodical, almost desperate rhythm each thrust pushing her deeper into the cushion. His hands gripped her thighs, lifting her legs so her boots rested on his shoulders, the heels digging into his back. The angle made his cock hit deeper, harder, and she moaned openly, no shame, just the raw release of tension.
"Hui-ju ya.." he breathed against her neck, though he himself was panting. "You feel so good. So tight. I can't stop."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down, her lips finding his in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues tangled, tasting of salt and soju and each other. He started to pound into her, the couch rocking, the wood frame knocking against the floor. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the quiet study.
Her climax came sudden and sharp, her pussy clenching around him, her body arching off the couch. He drove into her through it, grunting, his own release building. When he came, it was with a deep groan, his forehead pressed to hers, his whole body shuddering.
For a long moment, they just breathed together, sticky and slick, the world outside forgotten. Then he pulled out slowly, careful not to hurt her, and collapsed onto the couch beside her. She turned, still trembling, and climbed onto his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her, his hands splaying across her back, her boots dangling off the edge of the couch. She laid her head over his heart, feeling its heavy, steady beat. He was too big for the couch, his legs hung off one end, his shoulders barely fit but she fit perfectly on top of him, a small, warm weight.
"Better?" she asked softly.
I-an let out a long, shaky breath before meeting her eyes. "Better."
The lamp flickered. The study settled into silence, lit only by the dying glow and the moonlight streaming through the window. She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, her breath evening out, her body relaxing into the familiar, solid hold of him. He closed his eyes, one hand cupping the back of her head, the other draped across her waist, holding her like the precious thing she was.
They lay there, tangled on the couch that had witnessed their beginning and now witnessed their quiet end exhausted, sated, and utterly at peace.
The night stretched on around them, quiet and full of peace.
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note: first time writing, sorry if there’s any mistake I hope u enjoyed !
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Aware of the consequences, IU postpones an integral part of her ambassador contract with Gucci. Months later, she must prove her word and carry out her part of the bargain, interests included.
September 15th, 2022
"I want all the female crew to shine in this part. We can have the women singing the 'Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh' while they dance to close the…"
"Jieunah, they're calling now." Manager Hanteo whispered in IU's ear, causing her to grimace and sigh. She nodded and followed him to a closed area, away from all the staff. "Are you sure about this?"
"Do I look sure?" She replied and threatened him with her eyes when she saw his lips about to move. "It's not you they'll fuck," she added, entering an empty room.
"Why are you postponing this one?" He wondered earnestly, showing his concern.
"Look, if things go as expected, I would have already asked a lot from Jongsuk." She shook her head, pursing her lips. "I wouldn't like to push him any further. Postponing this would put me on good terms with him and make whatever comes next easier for everyone." Jieun had no filter with Hanteo. The stress she had added to herself by suggesting to her boyfriend a big sex party to celebrate The Golden Hour, and telling him the truth about her and Seungdae, her lifelong friend and lover, was palpable.
Still, her manager was confused, given the countless servicing sessions in the past and the few ones she already had with Gucci over the last couple of years.
She sighed. "If things don't go as expected, my relationship will be over. Being fucked senseless after being dumped during or after the party would break me down even more." She knew herself too well. Sex, particularly with her lovers, had become an extension of her happiness, but when she was sad or depressed, sex with strangers only made things worse. "Either way, it's the best option."
The call was complicated. IU was to be one of the post-event attractions for the sponsors and investors at the Gucci Twinsburg S/S 2023 Fashion Show in Milan, just five days after The Golden Hour concerts. Refusing to play her part required rearranging staff and other servers' schedules for the night, cost money and trust on both sides, and damaged the brand's reputation.
Drawing on her best-actress skills, she kept herself collected and flirty to secure a new arrangement for herself. One that would keep the brand and the investors happy, and one that would allow her to maintain her status as one of Gucci's global ambassadors. Since international brands avoid paperwork for these matters, both sides had to trust each other to keep their promises.
"You know there's no such thing as 'the main attraction' for those kinds of events, right?" Hanteo voiced after they finished, taking her back where she found her.
"I guess there will be now," she shrugged, accepting the fate she had locked herself in.
The concert was a success in every aspect. Surprisingly for her, even though the sex party with Jongsuk and his lifelong friend was not precisely the orgy she originally wanted, the night was fulfilling in several ways, and just as successful as her concerts. Not only had she managed to get fucked by her two men, but they became friends. In a way, they were in an arrangement where she might as well say she's got two boyfriends.
Her men got so invested in the party that neither of them even remembered the upcoming Fashion Show. As much as Jieun enjoyed their frightened realization, she didn't extend their torture. Calmly, she explained the situation in the best way possible, clarifying that she would not have to do anything sexual in Milan, but hiding the possible consequences she would need to experience in the future. Seungdae's face, however, confirmed he already had an idea.
The actual Fashion Show went smoothly for her. They had a photo session in several stunning outfits, but the actual fit for the show was perfect, letting investors and sponsors know she was not on the menu that day. With no post-event activities, she was surprised at how quickly it all ended.
Before she left, the main Gucci representative reminded her of the weight her word carried and the negative impact of failing to uphold her part of the deal. She scoffed with a cocky smirk on her face. "Have I disappointed you before?" She asked him, bringing a smile to his face as they parted ways.
Months went by, and her relationship with Seungdae and Jongsuk grew stronger each day, just as the friendship between the two men did.
Finally, the day to explain everything about her Gucci deal had arrived.
"So I told them I could not do it then, and since the next event was going to be in Korea anyway, they said they would make some arrangements to 'celebrate my birthday' or something like that," she giggled, forcing a smile on her face, eyes going from one man to the other.
"Fuck," her friend sighed, closing his eyes and running his hands through his hair.
Jongsuk understood that reaction meant only one thing. "Shit," he let out, collapsing on the couch where Jieun was.
"Why didn't you tell us? We would have understood and saved you whatever the fuck they'll do to you," Seungdae exclaimed in a collected voice, walking through the living room from one side to the other.
"Both of us would have agreed to that," Jongsuk sighed, throwing his head back.
"You, I believe you," she stated, pointing at Seungdae before turning to her boyfriend with a deathly stare. "You don't say anything else. People still tease me because you made me cry at my party." Jieun's lips remained parted, showing her teeth.
"Princess, the three of us were too focused on the concert and the party," her friend interveened, trying to appease the waters. "Our priority those days was to make you happy and try not to kill each other. It was the first time either of us had ever really shared you in person," he added.
Jieun exhaled deeply, deflating on the couch. "I know… I just didn't want to add any more chaos to the whole thing."
"We know," both men said in unison.
"This is happening in Korea, which will make it easy for us to be there for you, and we still have time to prepare mentally," Jongsuk nodded, using a comforting tone. "You said the event was near your birthday, right? When exactly?"
She shrank even more on the couch, pulling a small cushion to cover her face. "May 16th." Her voice was barely audible, but their reactions were not, particularly Jongsuk's. Whatever remnants of denial he still had disappeared in an instant.
"This was going to be her first birthday with you, right?" Seungdae asked the actor, who gave a defeated nod. "Look, I know you and I had talked about teaming up and preparing something for her, but with the event at hand, she won't have time for both of us."
His words were a fact; the pair of celebrities knew it. She stared at her beloved friend, eyes screaming for help. After learning the true depth of Seungdae's relationship with Jieun, Jongsuk knew to pay full attention to whatever point he was trying to make if the topic was his girlfriend.
"Look, man. Spend the previous night with her and help her get ready before Mr. Park comes to pick her up for this thing." Both of their faces showed their concern about him. "I've spent god knows how many birthdays with her, and I'm sure I'll get more in the future. But I have helped her recover from most of her servicing sessions for years. Whatever you're picturing," he spoke directly to Jongsuk," trust me, it's not the same watching her at the end of one of those videos than seeing her in person when she gets back home."
Jieun gulped, remembering every time he welcomed her, no matter how physically or emotionally broken she arrived. She turned to see her boyfriend's paling face. "It's okay. You two can team up another time, but as long as you help me prepare for it, I'll be more than happy and thankful," she reassured him, reaching for his hand as he nodded.
"We got a plan, then," Seungdae smiled at the couple.
May 15th, 2023
As pacted, Jieun spent the eve of her birthday with her boyfriend. He did everything in his power to make her laugh, blush, and overall, have a great day. Considering the physical preparations for the following day, she had a very light dinner before going to bed with Jongsuk.
Honouring her default pet name within the throuple, he treated her like a princess, worshipping every part of her body before making love to her until they fell asleep in each other's embrace.
The following morning, she woke up way later than usual, not only because she'd need all the energy she could get, but mainly because it was her day. Not so surprisingly, as soon as she scrunched her nose, Jongsuk sang Happy Birthday to her, congratulating her for another year well lived, and giving her his best wishes for the one to come. Seungdae, however, limited himself to a quick call to congratulate her and ensure he'll be there when she returns to her apartment.
With the life of an idol and a plethora of servicing sessions backing her up, she knew her ritual for a draining day. First, a light breakfast; even if she's not one for physically demanding choreographies, her body had learnt to make the most out of the minimum. Sadly for IU, since an early investor paid for her to get laser hair removal, a common but well remunerated request for petite idols, there was no need for her to get her pubis trimmed or waxed anymore.
The rest of the ritual, even with brands as big as Gucci, included a profound shower and cleaning her ass with an enema. After the internal cleanup, having her boyfriend there escalated that shower to another round of sex. Despite the requirement of having her pussy free of any cum for the event, she insisted that Jongsuk fill her womb again.
"Let them think they were the first of today," she giggled moments before his warmth flooded her insides. Clenching tightly, Jieun cleaned her folds, leaving her vulva exactly how they requested it.
After another hour, her bodyguard arrived and took her to the Gyeongbokgung Palace, where the Gucci Seoul Cruise 2024 Fashion Show would take place. While the actual show was scheduled to start at night, she and the other guests, ambassadors or otherwise, had to arrive earlier for a proper fitting and a few photo sessions.
"Fuck," Jieun murmured as soon as the staff helping her get into her outfit suddenly left, leaving her naked from the waist up, save for some pasties to hide her nipples. She sighed and put on a smile to face the same representative she had made the deal with. "I thought you'd find me as soon as I stepped into the palace," IU smirked at him, standing proud of her body.
He scoffed, scanning her completely. "You are not the only one on my list today. Although certainly, you're the most important this time," he grinned, approaching her. "Final outfit, right?" He asked, looking for something in his jacket.
Jieun felt his knee pressing between her legs. Obediently, she opened them, raising her hips for him to lift her skirt. "Yes," she scoffed as he pulled her panties down her legs.
"You won't be needing these for the rest of the night," he whispered, taking them to his nose to inhale her musk, ogling at IU's furious eyes. "We missed you last year." He took her panties to the inner pocket of his jacket, taking out a Lush vibrator. "Come find us if the battery runs out," he winked at her, running the vibrator through her folds and shoving it into IU's cunt. "We'll know if that happens," he added, turning it on and brushing her clit with his middle finger.
"Is that all?" She giggled at the persistent buzzing in her walls.
"Why? You want to start early?" The rep leaned towards her face, taking the liberty to grab one of her firm tits.
"I'd rather save as much as I can for the main show," IU smiled widely, showing her teeth.
"We'll see if you can bear it," he whispered in her mouth, licking her soft lips.
IU chased his mouth to kiss him before biting him softly, chuckling as he stepped back. "You'd better be a challenge and not just another slippery event," she replied flirtily.
"Can't wait to find out." He smiled, reaching for his pocket. "Get dressed, doll. I'll see you soon," he concluded, walking away while the vibrations on the idol's cunt increased just a bit more.
She bit her lips, contemplating her bald pussy and the pink antenna between her legs. Jieun tried to ignore the toy inside of her, getting almost fully dressed before the staff returned to fix her hair and makeup.
After finishing her photoshoot, she was surprised to find Hanni lurking behind some flowers. Smiling warmly, IU approached her hoobae, complimenting her looks but mostly to check whether she was feeling well about the post-event activities scheduled for her.
"To be honest, I'm a bit surprised," Hanni replied softly. "I thought they'd arrange something for me since I'm already of age overseas, but they said they'll wait for next year," she pouted, shrugging at the idol.
IU smirked. "That's a relief, isn't it?"
"Yes," she admitted. "I'm still getting used to this side of things."
"Oh, my… Let me know if you need anything, alright?" Jieun pouted, leaning a bit toward her face.
"Thank you," Hanni giggled shyly. "What about you, sunbaenim?"
"Oh, I'll find out later," IU laughed confidently, winking at the young girl.
A little after her brief conversation with Hanni, Jieun moved through the Palace, admiring the scenery and the final preparations as everyone got ready for the Fashion Show.
"I guess I should thank you in some way," she heard a masculine voice say behind her, startling her.
"Aish!" She weakly hit Kai's shoulder.
"Getting mentally ready?" He asked.
"I have no idea what they'll do to me tonight. Not much I can prepare to," she replied.
"IU: The first main attraction for the hidden event behind the event," he chuckled. "I hope whatever move cornered you to do this was worth it."
Jieun smirked, nodding at him. "Every bit of it. Are you ready for your share of tonight?"
"Same as always, I guess. It's really just part of the job at this point." Resignation. For male idols, the outcome of servicing in any way could mean having a blast or becoming numb to sex. Kai, being the performer that he is, could push through the numbness and deliver a good show. While some ambassadors could select their clientele, idols usually had no choice but to serve the investors assigned to them.
"If it's worth something, you can come find me if you need to release some frustration or even anger." Jieun's words were no means of flirtation, but rather comfort. "I can take it," she added with a wink and a smile.
He laughed. "As tempting as the offer is, I don't think I'll have the mental energy to even try it. You've already lightened the load for Shin Mina and me, especially for Hanni. Plus, I'll have Jay Park going crazy in the same hall." The rapper was the opposite of Kai when it came to servicing; he loved it and was often down for any crazy request, which earned him the title of ambassador. "Maybe if we meet at another event?"
She rolled her eyes with a playful smirk. "Hmmm, I'll have to consid—" IU moaned loudly at the sudden strong vibrations, tightening her whole body.
"Remote or something?" Kai chuckled.
"Y-Yes," she laughed angrily, while the toy lowered its intensity. "We have to go," Jieun exhaled, shaking her head after finding the Gucci representative contemplating the idols from afar.
By the time they returned to the main area, everything was ready to start, and the ambassadors reunited with the guests. Some idols, like Ryujin, attend solely for business; others, like Winter, go to review their options in hopes of finding a deal that best suits their career and desires. For others like Bibi or Leeseo, it was a night to enjoy themselves; if the opportunity to become an ambassador came knocking, they would welcome it.
20:00 hrs. The event started, and in just one hour, it was over. The entire group of attendees moved to a nearby building for the after-party.
As soon as IU arrived, the rep found her and took her to a bathroom. Calmly, she watched him pull up her skirt and take the vibrator directly into his mouth, sucking it purposefully. She grinned and bit her lower lip, remembering the heavy load of cum her boyfriend had deposited in her pussy hours ago.
"Delicious," he voiced, staring directly in her devilish eyes.
"I bet you want more of that," IU purred, taking his hand to her drenched folds. He fingered her for a moment before taking his digits to his mouth, ignoring the fact that her juices were mixed with her boyfriend's jizz. After savoring them, he shoved them into the idol's mouth for her to lick them clean. More than willingly, she enjoyed her own flavor, still mixed with a bit of Jongsuk's taste.
"It should last until midnight." The representative showed her a new vibrator. The same model as the other one, but fully charged. Her wet vulva allowed for a deep and smooth insertion into IU's cunt before he turned it on.
"Predictable," she smirked, enjoying the vibrations, now synced with the loud music of the building.
"11:30."
"I'll see you there." Jieun laughed as soon as the door closed, taking a moment to adjust to the new, sometimes abrupt vibrations in her core. Trying to appear as collected as she could, she went back to the party to enjoy her birthday.
Throughout the night, she ran into an acquaintance she first met three years earlier at another Gucci event: Thai actress Davika Hoorne, who also shares her birthday. Through the strenuous music, they managed to congratulate each other and even record a quick video in which IU, a bit more carefree because of the hidden gadget in her pussy, dared to kiss her on the cheek. Almost screaming, Davika asked her to accompany her to the post-event activities.
"I'm already booked!" IU replied loudly, pouting.
"I'll look for you, alright?" The Thai actress assured her, pinching her cheeks.
"I know you'll find me," Jieun laughed, blushing thanks to the DJ increasing the music's tempo.
Admittedly, keeping her focus and balance throughout the party was hard. Everyone in the room felt the music vibrating through their bodies thanks to the loudspeakers, which had already earned Gucci repeated complaints about noise pollution. IU, however, got to enjoy it way more than the rest.
Two hours of hidden vibrations amidst socializing and occasional dancing had her on the edge of her climax. Kai's unexpected touch, softly pressing her waist from behind, caught her off guard, releasing a small orgasm while people surrounded her.
"I didn't know I was that good," he chuckled at her contained whimper, feeling her nails dig into his forearm and watching her try to control the shivering of her lower body until she grinned at him, panting and shaking her head. "We've got to go," he told her, offering his arm.
IU maintained her best face as they went downstairs, even though she felt her juices running down her thighs.
On the way back to the Palace, she shared her ride with Shin Mina. Still under the effect of her orgasm, Jieun got captivated by the actress's slightly mature features.
"Nervous?"
Her words pulled IU back to reality, making Mina chuckle. "Just a bit," the idol replied. "More so because of your beauty than what we'll be doing in a bit," she admitted, trying to control her blushing.
"Aaah! Stop it! You are the prettiest today. If I finish in time, I may go see you."
Jieun pouted with a sad face. "I wanted to see you."
The actress extended her hand and smiled, causing IU to hand her phone immediately. "If the opportunity arises, call me. As long as I get to see all of you again," she winked, saving her contact.
Upon arrival, each ambassador was escorted to their designated areas. Shin Mina was taken to the Jagyeongjeon Hall to serve a few more mature gentlemen who prefer a more private setting. Kai and Jay Park went to the Gyotaejeon Hall, first to serve the few female investors who wanted something cleaner, then to the other investors who care not for such things. Hanni, along with her Private Affairs Manager, was sent to the Hyangwonjeong Pavilion to 'enjoy with her surroundings' while they briefed her on the arrangements for the following year. IU, being the star of the night, stayed at the Gangnyeongjeon Hall.
Every historical area was protected with waterproof layers, and cushioned mats were added to prevent injury to the ambassadors. With no clear estimate of how many people could endanger the area, IU's session was to be held on the stone terrace of the Gangnyeongjeon Hall, with the interiors reserved solely for her preparations, making it easier for everyone to witness.
As soon as she went inside, she was stripped of her clothes by three men. She cooperated, standing proud of her body, pretending her nipples didn't hurt when they pulled the pasties covering her clear nubs.
The main Gucci representative got to her, quickly running his fingers through her thighs and her folds, collecting her nectar and taking it to his mouth. "You could get rich if you sell this as a beverage," he joked.
"I'm already richer than you," she stated proudly.
"And yet," he pulled the Lush vibrator from her cunt and forced it into her mouth. "You are here to be used by us."
IU sucked the toy diligently until he took it out of her lips. "Who says it's not the other way around?" She scoffed as three fingers entered her slippery pussy.
"Either way, we're all going to have a blast with you." He smiled, hearing her moans as his fingers moved freely inside her slippery core. "Did you miss us as well?"
"Maybe just a bit," Jieun admitted, hearing the other men carry a metal structure. A simple but sturdy frame made to withstand hard movements. On each side, a stand for her heels, so small and apart from each other that it would leave her toes in the air and keep her legs spread. The upper part included a short chain and a pair of cushioned handcuffs. If she were to fall from those little stands, her whole weight would rest on her wrists.
"You'll let me free after a bit, right?" She asked cutely, clenching her walls around his digits.
"Of course. You're a much better cumslut when you're free." His words made her eye twitch. "But we have to present you properly." He extended his hand and guided her to the frame, helping her to stand on it while two men secured her wrists with handcuffs. Once ready, the rep left her to find her own balance for a bit, then returned with a box in front of her. "You didn't think you'd just be standing here, did you?"
"It would've been too boring," IU smirked, feeling her heart pounding when he revealed the chains in the box.
A metallic anal plug, four centimeters in diameter at its thickest, three at the slimmest part, and a short chain on its base. He walked behind her. "Please," he requested, and the idol arched her back, relaxing her buttcheeks to present her pink wrinkled hole.
The cold metal made her flinch as it rubbed her wet slit, taking her juices to lubricate it before he shoved it up her ass, making her whimper in a high pitch.
"Most women would have screamed in pain for that."
"Am I most women?" She grinned, turning to see his face, as she felt the weight of the plug pushing it out of her rectum.
"Clearly not." He spanked her bum before taking three pairs of clamps with rings on their ends.
She frowned in confusion, but her curiosity shut her lips. Jieun focused on the way he grabbed her firm breasts, taking his time to massage them from their base to her nipples, ensuring these would be fully erect for the clamps before putting them on her nubs, tightening them until her humming became a hiss to tighten them one bit more.
"Spread them."
'Fuck,' she thought, understanding where the other pairs would go. Still, she obeyed, knowing it was the only way to know his full plan. Her arms stretched, lowering her body so her legs could open in the frame. The man knelt and kissed her bald pussy, taking a precise lick on her clit. She moaned, realizing how sensitive she was after having those vibrators inside of her for so long.
"Such a beautiful cunt." He secured a clamp on each inner and outer lip, the latter, as close to her clit as her flesh allowed. He kept on tightening them until she whined and panted.
IU chuckled in disbelief when he pulled the chains from the box. She kept her pose, and the man linked the clamps on her outer lips to the anal plug.
He added another set of chains to the clamps on her nipples, weighting her tits down as they hung loosely, and repeated the action with the clamps on her inner lips. Lastly, the final object of the box: A metal ball of little under five centimeters in diameter with a short chain welded to it.
"Sir, people are already waiting."
"I wonder if you'll be able to clench your cunt after trying to keep this inside you. Hold on tight." He signaled the men to take her to the stone terrace, carrying the whole metal frame with her on it. She grunted as the chains rattled against her skin, and she battled to stay over tiny stands.
"Two minutes!" He yelled. "Do you know how much this weighs?" The rep whispered, watching her lustful eyes as she shook her head. "About four hundred grams. Maybe half a kilo with the chains. Open for me," he ordered her.
Doubtful and already shaking, she obeyed again. He hooked the chains hanging from her nipples and inner lips to the ball, and lastly to the anal plug.
"Relax." He shoved two fingers into her tight pussy, then three, then four, until her folds loosened when someone held the anal plug in place. "Atta girl. Let's not keep them waiting, okay?"
The cold metal of the ball made her clench in an instant, but she quickly relaxed her muscles. Breathing heavily, she focused on the ball, stretching her walls to accommodate its thick diameter. The moment her cunt managed to expand to take the ball, it swallowed it whole, causing her to yelp as it accidentally pushed the anal plug completely into her ass.
"That wasn't planned," he chuckled, staring at her face, clearly struggling to adapt to the objects inside of her. He pushed the ball as deep into her core as he could, and kept it there with his fingers. Carefully, he pulled the chain from her butt, trying to remove the plug.
She cried. The plug was deeper in her rectum than the ball, which served as a blocker. If one moved, the other moved.
They locked eyes. Her distress was evident. Grinning, he stood up to kiss her; something she reciprocated hungrily. "Now, let's play." He kissed her one last time, enjoying her bite on his lower lip before they covered her with a white silk blanket.
Jieun chuckled, trying to keep her legs closed to maintain the ball inside of her, quickly noticing that, as much as she tried, there was no stopping the chain reaction its fall would cause. She heard movement around her. Murmurs, laughs, and impressed reactions.
A microphone turned on.
"Welcome. Welcome, everyone," the representative started. "Some of the Milan participants may remember the change of plans from last time after one of our Ambassadors withdrew her participation. Today, she's proven her word is probably more valuable than gold." His hand moved through her tits and her belly. "Normally, our Ambassadors serve a specific set of sponsors. However, our precious ambassador behind me agreed to be the star of the night as a test of her compromise. Gentlemen… Ladies. The nation's sweetheart: IU."
He pulled the blanket, revealing the idol standing proudly with perfect posture, relying on her arms to stay in place while her core did its best to hide the effort required to keep the heavy ball from falling. The cold breeze, the lights pointing at her, the awe in their voices, the tens of eyes scanning her naked body; it all made her cunt drip in her own juices.
"Beautiful, I know," the rep whispered into the microphone. "As you can see, we've taken the liberty of making this more interesting for all. Men, women, make a line. Whoever makes her drop her toys gets to use her first. Yes, you can go in groups of up to three. And no, you can not pull any of the chains or clamps."
The crowd moved in an instant. Everybody knew better than to fight for a place; any damage to other guests, the infrastructure, or the ambassadors would result in a ban from future shows by Gucci or any other brand.
"You love their attention, don't you?" The representative murmured to IU, brushing her hairless pubis with the back of his finger.
"What do you think?" She smirked, rejoicing in their lust.
"IU, what holes can they use?" He said on the microphone.
"Any," she scoffed. The crowd celebrated.
"Raw, or with a condom?" The man knew how to carry the audience.
She played along, grimacing. "Raw!" She said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. People cheered.
"Where can they cum, dear?"
"As long as it's in or on me, wherever they want." IU smiled proudly, perfectly hiding the struggle that she was under.
"You heard her. But first, let's get those things out of you. You've got thirty seconds." He pointed to the first person on the line.
He ran towards her, instantly going for a kiss. She followed along, while his hands ran through her body, squeezing her flesh until his fingers slid through her folds, releasing a moan that made them lock eyes as he touched the metal ball inside her, shocking him with the weight he felt with his digits.
She grinned at the man, and a whistle marked the end of his turn. Satisfied for now and more eager to get his cock inside of her, he stepped down from the stone terrace, allowing the next men to go.
One man, two guys, another loner, and a group of three. One went for her tits, kissing her tummy and her bald pussy. It was clear he had no intention of winning; he just wanted to worship her. He finished with a kiss that IU herself requested. The pair of men went for her neck and ears, making her smile and squirm until they got lower to her clavicles and surprised her by going for her armpits.
"What?" She exclaimed, unaccustomed to the sensation and surprised by how sensitive her pits were. It was hard, but Jieun endured it until the whistle blew.
The loner was more aggressive. He shoved his tongue in her mouth before walking behind her to lick her tightened puckered hole as it hugged the chain, repeatedly spanking her ass loud enough for everyone to hear. Close call, but she managed to keep the ball inside her cunt.
Luckily for her, the group of three were worshipers as well. Each took a moment to kiss her. Two of them knelt to take advantage of the frame and lick her toes while the other kissed her navel and lower belly. She liked the sensation. Their care reminded her of two lovers.
End of their turn. "You'd look fantastic with a baby in that womb," one of them said.
"Maybe you can put one in me tonight," she purred, half joking, half serious. She found the risk of getting knocked up arousing, even if she was on the pill.
With the guys leaving, she tried to focus on the next person, already walking through the blinding lights. Confused at first by the silhouette, she giggled when she recognized her.
"They told me I could get in line for whatever hall I wanted. I was looking for you so we could go together," Davika pouted, holding IU by the waist.
"I told you you'd find me," she chuckled nervously.
"Gentlemen," the representative spoke on the mic. "The two women in front of you are celebrating their birthdays tonight. I am sure there would be no complaints if we skip the thirty-second rule this one time." Indeed, no complaints, only cheers.
"I thought as an ambassador you'd get privileges on your birthday, not this," Davika scanned IU's body and her accessories.
"Who says I didn't ask for this?" Jieun grunted, fighting to keep the heavy ball inside. "Why do you think they pushed this for our birthday?" She grinned, finding the actress’s amazed eyes adorable. "It's going better than I expected," IU added in her sweetest voice.
"You're crazy," Davika giggled.
"And you're taking too long."
With a scoff, the Thai woman leaned to kiss IU on the lips. Both chuckled, showing their lust for one another through their tongues.
For Jieun, there was something about a woman’s kiss that weakened her mind and body. The delicacy, the unspoken understanding, or just the striking beauty; whatever it was, she loved it.
Davika felt the same way, along with curiosity about the depravity hiding behind that innocent face. Her hands wandered through IU’s milky skin, starting with her firm tits, quickly finding frustration thanks to the clamps limiting her grip. Determined to have her in full, her digits ran down Jieun’s soft midriff and between her legs.
“No!” The idol gasped, biting Davika’s tongue.
“Sorry. You’re just too damn adorable,” the actress replied, getting a thick strand of IU’s nectar between her digits. “Are you close?”
Jieun struggled to stare at the Thai woman. Her core was exhausted, and her walls kept on lubricating. “Y-yes.” She replied as Davika’s fingers slid into her tightened cunt.
“Are you scared?” She murmured in her lips.
The whole world had disappeared for a moment. So much clenching had her on edge, and her fingers moving so smoothly inside her wet pussy pushed her further into her orgasm. Her response was nothing more than a pleading moan.
“But you want it, don’t you?”
“Mhmmmg!” Jieun begged, watching Davika take a step back and to the side. The actress said nothing else. She simply caressed IU’s folds and delicately rubbed her clit.
Dread, a loud moan, a grunt, and a muted cry. Just half a second of her touch, and her walls gave up.
The heavy ball slid through her pussy, and gravity did the rest. The first hard drop tugged the clamps from her nipples and inner lips, triggering her orgasm. Before her brain registered anything else, the second drop pulled the chains from the anal plug, extracting it from her rectum before it ripped the clamps from her outer lips. The whole motion sent an electric shock that shut her mind off for a brief instant.
Everybody gasped, witnessing IU hanging from her wrists following the quick rattling of chains. She quivered uncontrollably. Pupils, disappearing from her eyes; tits, bouncing at every contortion; hips, rocking in the air; feet barely touching the ground beneath her; and her bladder, releasing its contents down her legs.
Hands quickly held her body tightly, sending more shocks of pleasure through her. When Jieun noticed, she was kneeling on the floor with the help of one staff member, realizing that her inner thighs were damp.
"… a show about to begin for us. Let's enjoy it before we enjoy her."
The representative's voice finally made it to IU's brain as she weakly opened her eyes to find Davika's face, causing her to smirk.
"All y-yours," Jieun giggled with a weak smile, trembling and admiring her slim body. The actress untied the neck of her dress, letting it slide down her skin, revealing a laced, see-through lingerie set.
"Perfect." Davika threw herself over IU. She kissed her for a moment before going down to her sensitive nipples, making the idol whine. "Want me to stop?" She asked, circling her erect nub with her tongue.
"Don't you dare," Jieun moaned, realizing how drenched she was as her long fingers wiggled their way into her walls.
Davika had a blast with her. She pulled Jieun's nipples with her teeth, covered all ten fingers with her sleek nectar, and got to kiss most of her torso. With nothing but hunger in her eyes, she returned to face the weak woman, spreading her juices all over her face. "You like your own taste?"
"Guilty," IU licked her lips. She noticed something sparked inside the Thai actress, but before she could ask, Davika presented her wet panties to her face, hypnotizing her with her musk.
Slowly, the slim woman pulled her panties to the side and sat on IU's mouth. Surprised by the eagerness of her tongue, Davika took a moment to scan the surroundings. The crowd was expectant, and some men already had their dick's out. She turned to the rep. His smirk and approving nod gave her the push she needed.
The crowd was there for the show, and now she was a part of it.
Davika reached for the idol's legs, pulling them to her face until they rested under her arms. She kept IU's ass up in the air, fully displayed for the audience to admire her pink butthole and dripping folds. Hungry, she leaned to eat that pussy. They got carried away and let their whimpers be heard. Jieun, still too tired to move her hands, put all her energy into her lips and tongue. Davika focused on playing with IU's clit until the light reflecting on her wet slit pushed her to shove two fingers into her, looking for her G-spot.
Knowing she could cum at any moment, Jieun raised her arms to find Davika's perky tits, releasing them from the lace of her bra to pinch her nipples in an attempt to make it even. A strong shudder and sway of her hips, along with a subtle chuckle vibrating on her clit, confirmed it worked.
There it was, that unspoken understanding.
Both continued, aware of their troubled breathing until they felt each other's quivers and every minute clenching of their cunts, yearning for the inevitable.
Davika's climax hit first, directly on her hips, rocking on IU's face as her juices dripped into her lips. She fought her convulsions, hugging the idol's ass until those beautiful pink petals became a fountain, spraying her squirt harder and harder every time she pressed her G-spot. She witnessed the first gushes fly through the air for the sake of the show, but she quickly removed her digits to fully capture the next weaker jets of liquid into her mouth, drinking it only when a new wave was expelled.
Once IU was done, Davika dropped the idol's legs. Playfully, she tickled her pale tummy, crawling her way to see Jieun's smile. With a mutual grin, she kissed once more.
To drink her own squirt from Davika's lips took her by surprise, but IU savored it gladly. "We should do this again," she purred, unable to hide her bliss.
"Alone," the actress giggled, giving her one last peck before kneeling next to her, not bothering to fix her lingerie.
"Are you leaving?" Jieun panted, conscious of where she was.
"You are making the best out of your birthday. I will do the same with mine." They giggled, approving of each other's plans. "I heard there's a hot tanned Korean man available in another hall."
"That'd be Kai," IU smirked, sitting on her legs.
"Is he good?"
"I haven't tried myself, but he's a good dancer," she tilted her head, remembering his feats.
"I'll be on my way, then." Davika stood up and scoffed at the notion of the eyes on her almost naked body. Proudly, she walked down the stairs on her way to the Gyotaejeon Hall.
"I think we'll be seeing more of her on the next show," the representative joked on the microphone, startling the idol. "IU, I am afraid we're on a schedule. Gentlemen." He called the crowd as he stood up, taking off his pants, and revealing his throbbing manhood.
"Finally," Jieun whispered to herself, opening her mouth to welcome his thick shaft, savoring his salty precum before sucking it, locking eyes with him. Soon, she was surrounded by seven more dicks she could not help but stroke and lick, going from one to the next with a wide grin on her face.
"You really missed having so many cocks at your disposal, didn't you?" The rep admired her hunger and the speed at which she engulfed some of those rods in her mouth, leaving a coat of saliva before licking the next glans.
"You have no idea," IU grunted quickly with a penis in each hand and two dicks rubbing on her face.
It was true. During the celebrations of The Golden Hour, she managed to suck quite a few men, but only a few at a time. The only thing missing to make her experience on the terrace perfect was her two men, but she'd make the most out of it.
It didn't take long for one of them to bury his whole length into her mouth, reaching only past the back of her throat.
She giggled as her nose pressed on his pubes, and his spurts of cum ran down her pipe, releasing her only after he was done. Chuckling, virtually unaffected by his actions, she patted his thigh before they pulled her to suck two cocks at once.
Their faces didn't matter, nor did how rough they were with her, how hard they yanked her hair, or how many hands grabbed her body at the same time. The liberation of her own restraints and the lack of control were truly refreshing. That freedom to release her inner slut, one that the industry built through years of servicing and hid from the public, had become a blessing. Right there, her only concern was getting as much cum in and on her as she could.
The crowd, of course, shared the same goal.
The representative walked behind IU, watching her happily spread their precum and her own spit spread through her face. Impressed by how easily she let herself be handled, he spread her legs and arched her back until her pussy was at the right angle.
The idol chuckled while his thick shaft entered her slit, and his hand slid through her scalp. He went slowly at first, allowing her to feel his girth and length in detail. Nothing new for her. Any man who had entered her cunt for the first time did the same if given the chance.
Years of training her walls allowed her to recover quickly from any abuse, including the one caused by the metal ball. Mischievously, IU clenched her cunt across his manhood, confirming to him that she was ready.
Just as the first cumshots landed on her cheek, the rep increased his speed, thrusting harder and harder until their flesh clapped.
Jieun melted at the rippling sound of her juices moving violently at every pound, adding another layer of lust to the whole experience. He pulled her hair, forcing her to face the men surrounding her, and yet, her eyes remained on their members as she tried to stroke them or lick them.
Just a minute later, the rain of cum began. The representative yanked IU's hair so the semen landed all over her face, neck, and tits.
Her sweet laugh made it all the more appealing, giving a couple of shy men that little auditory aid to nut over her skin as she rejoiced in the smell of fresh jizz until the dick in her pussy began twitching. 'One,' she thought, starting the mental game of counting how many loads she got in her cunt. She always lost count, but it added some extra fun.
The rep waited for a couple more men to paint her skin before forcing her to stand up, still with his penis inside of her. "Can you walk?" He whispered, and she giggled, nodding. An assistant held a microphone for him as he walked her from the back of the terrace to the center of it, ensuring the crowd could see her cum-covered face. "Beautiful, isn't she? How do you feel?"
"I want more," IU replied seductively, swaying her hips. She purposefully rolled her eyes as he slipped out of her walls, letting his heavy load fall.
"Clean yourself first," he ordered.
Standing on her own, she ran her fingers through her thigh, collecting the representative's semen and taking it to her mouth. She cleaned her face, guiding the cum from her forehead and nose down to her mouth, leaving her perfect fringe ruined and her eyelashes sticky. The jizz that did not make it to her mouth served as a layer of shine to her skin, diverting the crowd's focus to her firm, perky tits and clear nipples.
No words from anyone. IU just gulped the last bit of cum, released a satisfied sigh, and called the audience with her hand.
She laughed at the immediate reaction. The staff brought a bench, and a horde of men ran towards her. One moment, she yelped when someone carried her, the next, she had her back resting on the bench and her head hanging. Impressed, she hummed at the feeling of a new cock sliding into her cunt, and she opened her mouth to taste another one.
The quick slapping of the man's balls on her nose made IU giggle. As enjoyable as their efforts were, they were only a warm-up for her.
The crowd noticed that. Two men took her feet. One to lick it, one to masturbate with her sole. Another pair took her hands to their members, which she stroked happily, using their precum as lube. Surprisingly for her, the thin layer of cum on her skin represented no issue for one hungry guy who sucked her nipples. He, perhaps, was the best out of the seven men on top of her.
'Two,' Jieun smirked while the penis inside her shot his seed inside her. She barely reacted. The idol giggled when the next shaft quickly entered her walls, shoving the other guy's cum back inside of her. Shortly after, the glans in her throat spurred its load, one she kept in her mouth as the next man held her head to slap her face with his dick before she swallowed it for him to ram her throat.
Three, four, five. Men came and went, feeding her hunger until the sixth man ejaculated inside of her core. He stayed there until the one using her throat painted her face. Confused, she tried to see why they had stopped, but the crowd helped her by pulling her hair.
"We thought you'd like to see how foamy your pussy is right now," the older guy said, withdrawing his rod from IU, revealing a thick white foam produced by their relentless thrusting, spreading their semen in and out of her.
Jieun shook her head and cupped her fingers to collect it. "I hope you've got more," she laughed, rubbing her clit as someone carried her, only to drop her on his lap, impaling her ass with his manhood. She grunted and grinned, swaying her hips to ensure he was fully inside of her rectum. "You don't need to be kind," she purred in his ear, spreading someone's cum on his cheek.
It worked. He got angry and choked her, twisting her nipple and ramming her butt. That set the bar for her next round.
They passed IU around from cock to cock. Sometimes on the bench, sometimes forcing her to stand on her toes as they fucked her butthole and someone else fucked her face. Seven, eight, nine. 'Was that the fourth load in my ass?'
"Beauty shot for your boyfriend?" The representative asked, holding a GoPro. "Your request, remember? As many angles as possible."
She smirked and turned to the camera, taking the semen from her face to drink it as naughtily as she could before blowing a kiss and pointing to her holes. The rep moved the guy away from her ass as she spread her buttcheeks to show her relaxed gapes, suddenly pushing heavy blobs of sperm down to her thighs.
Someone held her hands, and a different man spanked her, leaving a red imprint of his hand on her pale skin. A brave one dared to kiss her, not caring one bit for the fluids in her face or her tongue. She reciprocated it, pulling him closer towards her as she jumped on him.
The camera captured it all. Her legs hugging him, his dick sliding in and out of her pink folds, and their tongues dancing as he sat on the bench, resting his back on it. Immediately, another guy stepped on the edge where her butt was and shoved his shaft up her rectum to fuck her as hard as he could.
"You wanted that?" The rep asked her, ensuring the camera recorded her bouncing her ass on their girth.
"Yes!" IU grunted hurrily, biting the man fucking her pussy.
"Do you want more?"
"Mhmmg!" She got a quick reply from three more men surrounding her. She threw herself on their members, licking and stroking them until someone held her head, forcing her to swallow his length.
"Is this what you needed? A cock in every hole?" He teased her, recording her tongue, slipping out of her mouth to try to lick the balls of the shaft fucking her face.
IU nodded, moving her hands so frantically that one of the men came onto her hand. She took it to her face to eat his jizz before engulfing yet a different dick.
Ten, closely followed by another load in her ass. She tried to hold on to the penis in her mouth, but two sets of hands carried her to a second bench. Jieun caught a glimpse of the rep walking fully erect and documenting everything as they made her engulf another rod with her gaping shithole right before another man choked her and fucked her cunt.
The crowd continued the motion for a bit, adding at least three more loads to each hole, by which point, Jieun no longer cared to keep track.
The rep walked towards IU as two men fucked her standing, carrying her with their dicks. He yanked her hair, and she grinned at the camera.
"Have you ever taken two cocks in that pretty butthole of yours?" He wondered, and she nodded enthusiastically, her eyes pleading. "Take her to the benches when you're done with her," he told the men.
With that new boost of energy, Jieun got back in action, pulling the guy in front of her for a fierce, sloppy kiss while she rocked her hips, forcing their manhoods to rub through her walls until they exploded inside of her. She took a moment to enjoy the warmth of their skin against her, their troubled breathing, and the sensation of their seed dripping from her holes while the three of them chuckled in their embrace. "Take me there," she exhaled, kissing them one last time.
The man in her ass pulled out as the other guy carried her to her next destination. She saw two rods, fully erect, rubbing against each other as their owners rested on the two benches, waiting for her.
IU spread her butt as the man carrying her took his penis out of her pussy and aligned her puckered hole with the pair of shafts. She smirked confidently, signaling the representative to record it. He followed along, keeping the camera on the men as they gripped their lengths to steady them as IU descended onto them.
Satisfied with the challenge and depending on the man holding her, she swayed her hips at the touch of their tips. Jieun grunted as her butthole stretched to accommodate their girths and gasped once they got in. Happy, she wiggled and whined her way down, concentrating on their members expanding her rectum until her weight was resting on their crotches.
"Truly impressive," the rep acknowledged, focusing the GoPro on her asshole and her dripping cunt.
"This can't be all," IU panted with a grin, rocking her hips to feel the pair of cocks move inside of her.
Amazed by her, he handed the camera to his assistant and walked behind her, making her lie on his chest as he held her neck with his left hand to kiss her.
Slowly, the men in her shithole began to move independently. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations around her body. The more she let go of herself, the more she thrived in the swarm of men grabbing her body. Her legs were in the air, receiving equal amounts of licks, kisses, and bites from her thighs to her toes. They took her arms to more cocks for her to stroke, even though her delicate fingers could barely move. Someone latched onto her left nipple while someone else pinched the right one.
Jieun melted, feeling like prey being devoured, blissfully renouncing her agency. Her breathing grew troubled, but her torso moved on its own to properly fuck the pair of dicks at the drumming rhythm of her heart, beating harder and faster as the representative tightened the grip on her neck. Her weak moans roared freely, matched the tempo of her hips as the whole horde held her tighter and tighter.
"More?" He growled on her lips, letting her suck his tongue. IU whimpered, showing her need through her whole body, crying quicker and quicker as she felt his right fingers slide through her waist, brushing her skin as they reached for her bald pubis and into her folds.
She gasped, drowned by the growing orgasm building through every swift movement in her G-spot until her mind shattered for a moment.
Jieun was there willingly. She had forgotten any restraint, any mask, any concept that required her to pretend or exercise any control. She was, at least for a moment, truly free. And yet, the contradiction had overloaded her brain. She was at their mercy to the point that not a single finger of hers felt like her own. She was their doll. They dictated her movements, her actions, which dick filled her holes, and how many more still waited to use her.
Her consciousness returned to her body, crushed by the overwhelming waves of heat and electricity running through her like an open nerve. The men holding her wrists as she clenched her fists on their cocks, the people pulling and twisting her nipples, the set of men worshiping her legs and feet. They all kept her from moving through her strong convulsions, triggering small climaxes through every small brush against her skin. The pair of trembling rods shooting ropes of semen into her rectum made her feel as if she was sucking their souls with her clenching asshole. The cherry on top: the representative, still going crazy against her G-spot, prolonging her orgasm until her muted cries emptied her lungs, forcing her to gasp desperately, before flooding the hall with her high-pitched whimpers a second later.
Shaking, leaking cum from her butthole, and with more hands on top of her body than she could comprehend, IU turned to the rep, still holding her torso in his arms. "T-thirsty," she panted, unable to control her body and with a wicked smile forged in her face. She saw the representative smirk as he called the assistants who carried a water jug.
"As fresh as it gets," he chuckled, watching her arms give up at the three separate attempts to reach the jug. He nodded, and the assistant brought it closer to the idol.
The subtle smell alone was enough for her to know what it was. She giggled, watching the clouds of cum floating around. "Thank y-you," she scoffed, trying to shake her head and giving up. Jieun grinned and opened her mouth as the rep held her head with a firm grip on her hair. Gladly, she drank her own squirt, feeling the dense jizz pass through her throat.
"You got that?" He asked the assistant with the camera, who nodded with a satisfied grin. "Now, let us see that cute asshole of yours," he whispered in IU's ear.
Smirking, she let them drag her to the stairs, leaving her on her knees, facing the Gangnyeongjeon Hall. Knowing that would make for a good picture, she kept her knees on the ground, opening her legs and leaning down until her face rested on the cold cushioned mat. Her back arched flawlessly as she spread her buttcheeks, giving an up-close view of her gaping asshole and her dripping folds to the crowd. Since no phones were allowed, the only record of that display would be in the GoPro and the few copies they'll make.
"Normally, fellas, this would be the closing shot," the representative said on the microphone, standing in the middle of the stone terrace. "But judging by the extraordinary disposition of our dear birthday girl, that may not be the case."
Jieun laughed, digging her nails into her own flesh, leaving red scratches on her buttcheeks as her fingers slipped due to the viscosity of her skin.
"IU, do you want to continue?" He asked on the microphone. "You can stop at any time now," he mouthed to her. Everyone went quiet.
She tried to stand up, but her body was too weak. 'It's too fucking early to finish,' she wanted to say, but the words would not come out. Frustrated, feeling her lust growing back, she stayed there, half seated, gawking at him. "M-more," she managed to pronounce with a determined smirk.
The men around her moved, but the rep stopped them with a click of his tongue. "Prove it, slut. Show us what you want."
Her eye twitched. That word, as truthful as it could be when she was in the mood, represented a challenge; a way to shut their mouths and show them she could do even more. Pulling strength out of spite, IU crawled to him, maintaining her slit in full display while her ass swayed side to side with a clean arch on her back.
"Show us how much you love to suck cock," he grinned as she knelt in front of him.
Her hunger was real, but name-calling her was not something he had earned. She shook her head and showed her teeth, restraining herself from having a warm piece of meat choking her throat. Instead, IU kissed his balls and his whole length, making a whole shower as she left him covered in her saliva.
"Two can play that game," he murmured to her. "Anybody want to eat this whore's cunt?" The rep asked aloud, turning to see hands raised and a few men stepping forward. "You," he pointed to one of the spectators who had yet to get dirty.
"Just when I thought you'd show your skills," IU pouted, stroking him with both hands, brushing his glans on her glossy lips.
"I already made you cum, remember?"
"Did you?" She giggled, raising her butt for the man to lie beneath her groin before resting her weight on his mouth. Her eyes rolled back for an instant as the guy's tongue ran through her petals, but her hands never stopped. "I'd say it was, what? A six-man job? How many men were on me when I exploded?"
Her overconfident smirk pulled his strings. Yes, he had triggered the bomb that was her last climax, but it was a matter of time for that to happen. "Bring it," he ordered to an assistant while he held the idol's hair in a ponytail.
"What a gentleman," IU chuckled, licking his underside and holding his member firmly. Just as she expected, the representative forced his length into her throat. She remained composed, smiling with her eyes and petting the hair of the guy eating her cunt.
He kept her nose pressed against his pubes for a moment, enjoying her tightness and warmth before pulling her ponytail and thrusting on her mouth.
Enjoying the way his balls bounced on her chin, Jieun caught a glimpse of the assistant returning with a thick double dildo. She could not help but giggle, tapping on the rep's thighs. "You're doing well, cutie," she told the guy in her pussy, giving him a chance to breathe, yelping a bit when he pulled her back to sit on his face. "You'll need to do better than that if you want to break me," she challenged the rep, feeling the toy quickly enter her butthole. Thicker than any cock in the palace, but still easier than the two dicks from before.
"How much are you willing to humiliate yourself for our entertainment?" The representative asked, taking his shaft by the base and slapping IU's face with it.
"Humiliate?" She laughed while he spread her spit through her face with his mushroom tip as the assistant fucked her deep with the double dildo. "Do you really t-think being covered in cum and having my holes b-blown is humiliating to me?" The assistant slapped her butt to hide his laughter. "Give me your worst," IU provoked him, holding his girth and slapping her own face with it.
The representative's expression darkened as she willingly opened her mouth. Holding her head with two hands, he forced her to engulf his manhood. This time, he rammed her throat as hard and fast as he could, something the assistant fucking her ass and the guy eating her cunt mirrored.
If her own gurgling was not deafening enough for IU, another assistant placed a microphone close enough for the loudspeakers to share that erotic sound with the whole palace.
Backfire.
The speakers made her realize she was also moaning and whimpering throughout the guttural noises of her throat. Beyond the consistent pounding in her pipe, she focused on the dildo reshaping her guts, deeper at every thrust, practically hitting her navel from within.
Jieun's hips synced with the man devouring her folds. Both could barely breathe, both had an insatiable person using their faces more and more wildly every second, and both made their best to make the other cum for their personal egos.
The loud soundtrack didn't help the representative. The sight of her challenging red eyes, still with no tears on them, the slick drool falling over her perky tits while she rode the other guy's s face, proved too much for him. The purposeful clenching of her throat as he kept ramping on her mouth had him on edge, but knowing that she was taking that double dildo up her butt as if it were nothing pushed him past his limit.
"Don't swallow, whore," he grunted, fucking her skull with all his might until the last warning twitch. He pulled most of his length and burst in her mouth.
Finally able to breathe, IU sealed her lips around his girth, sucking and stroking tightly to ensure she would squeeze every drop of semen out of him, savoring it until he stopped shaking.
"You are truly remarkable," he panted, leaving her lips free as the assistant pulled the double dildo out of her ass and handed it to him.
"I know," Jieun tried to say, keeping his load visible in her open mouth until she froze, witnessing the glossy finish of the large dildo. Only a quarter of it was still dry; the rest had surely made it into her guts.
"Stay still," he ordered.
She scoffed nervously before he shoved the thick dildo in her pipe, stretching her neck and breaking her control, fully falling on the face beneath her.
"There they are," he chuckled, watching tears run down IU's cheeks, disappearing among the spit across her face.
She shook. The toy was thicker and certainly longer than her lovers. Her throat had never faced a challenge like that. Before she could process the way his cum had sunk into her esophagus, clogging it, he was already fucking her throat with it.
"Clean it all," he grinned, holding her cheeks and ogling into her eyes as he shoved every bit of the toy that was inside of her earlier.
The bitter taste of her own rectum, the lack of air, the burning sensation in her throat, going further than any cock had reached, and a tongue already pushing her to the doors of her climax. Torture and pleasure at the same time. IU's bodily reflexes kicked in when she reached her limit. She gagged and retched, arching her back and pushing the rep away, trying to get the dildo out of her mouth, but her mind stopped her after two slaps on his thigh. Thinking she won't have another chance to be treated like that, she enjoyed the torture, gladly shedding more tears and a drool cascade until he pulled the whole dildo out of her pipe.
Jieun went to the floor, coughing bits of his cum as the man she was sitting on gasped for air, laughing as he also recovered.
"No— Not bad," she grinned at the representative. Both stared at each other in mutual respect.
"Thirsty?" He asked. An assistant had already brought the jug with her squirt, making her giggle. "Oh, shit!"
Like a beast, the other man grunted, pulling IU for a kiss where she tasted her own fluids. "My turn," he growled.
She chuckled confidently, biting his lips and scratching his torso. "You deserve it," she said with a raspy voice, then glared at the representative.
Shaking his head, he took the microphone. "That cunt-eater indeed deserves his time. Let him have her before you all take her again," he stated to the audience as IU took a firm grip of the guy's cock.
"You had me so close," she whimpered, still struggling to clear her throat.
"Drink first," he lifted her in his arms, and reached for the jug as he held her firmly by her hair, and carefully poured the liquid into her mouth. "You love your taste, don't you?"
She nodded gently, shutting her lips, making him stop. "It's a bit addictive." She admitted in her normal voice.
"I must agree." He tugged her nape firmly, and he spilled the rest of her squirt on her forehead.
"Fuck," Jieun laughed, blinking quickly as her eyes burned and her scalp got soaking wet.
Her sudden yelp generated awe in the crowd. He had flipped her against the cushioned mat, with her ass up and her face resting on the puddle of fluids of her own making.
"Yes!" Jieun grunted at the abrupt insertion of his rod in her pussy. The way his left hand held her neck tightly, keeping her as close to his skin as possible as he pressed her down with his whole body, felt similar to the embrace of her lovers. Instinctively, she kept her hips up, rocking them in sync with his pelvis. Unable to move anything else, her hands slid through her stomach and reached her clit, rubbing it in circles and quickly taking her back to the plateau of her orgasm.
"Be a good slut and hold it until I tell you," the guy whispered in her ear, and she hummed enthusiastically.
Hearing his cynical chuckle and feeling every thrust filled with intention, IU let herself go one more time. "P-please… Let me… Let me cum," she begged shortly after, already feeling her climax coming. She whimpered and cried loudly, as if that could stop her from exploding, but tensed her fingers as her wrists continued the movement on her clit.
He let the tension build until IU's whimpers went mute and her whole body shook in place. "Be free," he whispered, tightening the grip on her neck and sliding his right hand under her stomach to hug her tightly.
Completely immobilized, her orgasm hit her in full, just as clearly he spurted his load in the entrance of her cervix, flooding her walls with his warmth as he continued fucking her. IU's eyes rolled back, her body convulsed violently, and her toes contracted erratically. Her pussy gushed weak spurts of squirt every time he shoved his entire manhood inside her clenching cunt until he decreased his tempo after he was done ejaculating.
She giggled, unable to hide her satisfied smile. "T-Tha… Thank… Y-You," she mumbled, trembling beneath him, before he took her drenched face and pulled her in for a kiss that she welcomed.
"I'll look for you at the next fashion show," the man whispered, kissing her lips, cheek, and earlobe.
"I'll… Waiting," she sighed, feeling his shaft slide through her walls, leaving her cunt oozing cum down her clit.
Laughing, lying face down on the floor, she managed to raise her forearm and called the crowd towards her.
To the surprise of the representative, IU managed to endure another hour of being passed around between the crowd, never having fewer than two holes filled with a cock, as her lust consumed any rational side of the idol. Still, he religiously checked if she wanted to continue at the end of a back-bending orgasm, but the idol persisted until her body was completely limp.
Voices reached her ears, but her brain could no longer process what they said; still, Jieun knew the rep had announced the end of the event. Every time she tried to open her eyes, a thick layer of cum shut them back until, minutes later, a firm thumb removed enough semen for her to make it past the stickiness of her eyelashes.
"You really know how to put on a show." She heard a gentle masculine voice say. "Do you mind?" It took her a few more seconds, but she finally recognized Kai, offering his cum-covered finger for her to clean.
She sucked his thumb, still unable to lift her head. "Why… Here?" IU tried to ask, laughing at her poor attempt.
"Your bodyguard is on the way, and I wanted to see the aftermath. It's not often that I see this version of you," he joked, patting her hair.
"Were… Worried… Me…?" She mumbled with a smile, and he nodded. "Did you…?"
"Davika insisted. She wanted to see us fuck after she took my load," he explained, making her smile. "Yes, you were pretty good to release tension. Kind of sad you didn't even notice me," Kai joked, bringing an actual laugh to her.
"Sorry… Blur… All of it…" Jieun tried to explain, receiving a comforting nod from Kai. "The others…?"
"Shin Mina saw the last few rounds; she's already on her way home. Hanni saw a bit before leaving. She was amazed to see you like this," he scoffed, then saw her frown. "In a good way, I think. I'm sure she's been getting crazy offers for the last couple of years already," he grimaced at that fact.
IU nodded weakly. "Jay Park?"
"Oh! He made sure to test every hole of yours," Kai replied, rolling his eyes as she giggled.
"That bastard… Finally got his way," she scoffed, trying to move her body.
Soon after, IU's bodyguard arrived, escorted by the Gucci representative. She tried to stand up, but her arms and legs slipped due to her weakness and the mats' slipperiness. The three men covered her body with a large towel and, with her blessing, put her inside an extra-large travel bag in a fetal position.
"Are you sure?" The bodyguard asked before closing the zipper.
"I'm afraid that, in her state, it's the only way to walk fully unnoticed past the Geunjeongjeon Hall and into the parking area," the rep explained.
Jieun nodded at them. "It's fine… One more anecdote," she chuckled.
"You did amazing, doll. I'll send you all the files as you requested," the representative reassured her, closing the bag, but leaving an opening for her to breathe some fresh air on their way to their car.
Trusting fully in her bodyguard, she relaxed inside the travel bag, preferring to stay there until he got her to her apartment. By the time he parked in the basement, Jieun was completely asleep. Carefully, he went up to perform his usual part of the ritual.
"Thank you, Mr. Park." Seungdae opened the door, shocked to see the bag, but instantly knowing her beloved was there.
"Bathroom, she'll need that first," the bodyguard stated as her lover opened the doors for him. "The Gucci rep also said she may struggle with her throat. I'll prepare some honey ginger tea before leaving," he declared, watching a bench, a stall, and a bunch of towels ready.
"I can do that, it's too late…"
"It's okay, don't worry." He smiled, carefully placing the travel bag on the floor.
"Thanks, sir. We moved the honey to the bar. She's been craving sweets lately."
"Noted." With a fist bump, he closed the door and went to the kitchen, leaving him alone with IU.
"The things I do for love," Seungdae sighed, staring at the ceiling for a moment before stripping and opening the zipper, revealing Jieun's exhausted face, still covered in fluids and wet strands of hair all over her body.
"Jin," he called her softly, unbothered by the stickiness of her skin. "Princess? Shower time."
She grunted softly, moving the corner of her lips at the sound of his voice calling her by the nickname he had given her in their childhood.
"Jin? There you are. Happy birthday?"
"Woo!" She smiled weakly, trying to raise her arms for him. "I'm missing one present," she giggled with a coarse voice.
"Let me wash you first," he chuckled, helping her out of the travel bag and stretching her whole body.
Jieun relaxed completely as Seungdae took care of her. His experience was palpable. Not only did he remove all the squirt, cum, and spit from her face and hair, but he also gave her a good scalp massage that almost made her fall asleep again. Securing her hair with a claw clip, he moved down to her body. The way he held her, delicately moving her through the showerheads and the bench, the way he washed every part of her so meticulously, the way he constantly checked on her, asking her how she felt physically and emotionally; she felt loved, and as long as he was with her, she was more than fine.
Seungdae sat on the bench and carried her, spreading her legs to clean her slit and her butthole while her head rested on his shoulder. "You're a bit swollen," he voiced, cleaning her puckered hole.
"Can you finger their cum out of my pussy?"
"Sure." He took his fingers to her mouth for her to cover them in her spit.
As soon as his digits touched her swollen petals, she hissed, nodding quickly for him to continue. It burned, but she endured it, holding his wrist to keep him going as he scooped her folds. Despite the pain, her sensitivity and his kind fingers sparked a flame within her, one that brought a small orgasm accompanied by a few streams of squirt he used to clean her insides. "C-cum…"
"Hm?" He stopped, confused by her moan.
"Inside," she whispered in his ear, clenching her walls.
"I think it's all out—" Shut by her kiss.
"I need to sleep with your load inside of me," Jieun demanded with a gentle smile amidst her heavy breathing.
"Are you sure?" He slowly pulled his fingers out of her, causing her to grunt.
Yet, she nodded, "I'm not sleeping if it's not with your seed inside of me," she declared, gawking at his lips.
"Slow?"
Her eyes sparkled. Since her first servicing session, his part of her ritual, although never spoken, was not only to take care of Jieun upon her return, but also to become the last man to enter and fill her body. A part of Seungdae understood her from the start, but his conscious self never dared to ask why she always insisted, even when it hurt her physically.
He held her tightly, face to face, carrying her in the air as she let her spit fall over his shaft, gripping his forearms. When his tip brushed against her swollen entrance, they locked eyes, reaffirming each other as he lowered her slowly. She cried loudly, but her weak body engulfed his whole manhood.
Jieun trembled as they hugged, panting. Little by little, each of them moved. It hurt, but knowing it was him who was inside of her was a mental relief. Her painful cries turned into quiet gruntings, then into moans of pleasure, then into whimpers.
"Don't make me wait," she begged, holding his face to kiss him until he thrust harder and twitched.
As she felt his seed spreading through her core and womb, a comforting warmth filled her whole existence, taking away any stress or adrenaline that was still in her. "Thank you, Great One," she giggled as she kissed him.
"Anything for you, my princess," he replied, holding her cheeks delicately.
"Your arms," Jieun frowned, noticing the fresh scratches along his forearms.
"Shh, it's okay," he chuckled, kissing her forehead. "You know I heal fast." Seungdae stared at her pouting face for a moment before kissing her and hugging her for a little longer.
When he pulled out of her, her swollen pussy shut tight, making her smile, knowing all of his whole load would remain inside of her. He dried her hair while she drank the tea her bodyguard had prepared before brushing her teeth. Once done, he carried her to her room. Jieun giggled, resting her head on him, watching the towels on her bed, and the few bottles of water in her nightstands.
Last part of the ritual. He made his way onto her bed, lying right in the middle so she could snuggle over him until she fell asleep with his fingers caressing her hair.
Author's notes:
For those new here, if you want more context on IU's relationship with Seungdae and Jongsuk, you can read Cards on the Table and Consummation, or literally any of my other works featuring IU; they all take place in the same world, lol.
So yeah! I hope you liked it. I had originally thought of writing her during the Jan 2024 Gucci fashion show, but when reviewing where this would fit, writing this night instead was a no-brainer.
Also, I wanted to use this picture to show who Davika was, but IU looks kind of 'mom, I wanna go' vibe, so I opted for the other pic, haha.
