Brats In The Streets get Bred In The Sheets (BITS x 2): Icy Glassy Thing - STAYC Sieun
"Hey, can you help me prepare for my role?" Yuri asks you.
"Sure, how?"
"Call me Sieun, I need to get used to answering to the name."
"Sieun?"
"Yeah."
"Isn't there another idol with that name? STAYC I think?"
"So? There's been a Yuri before too, should I have been called like... Glassy?"
"No I mean like, won't you get confused if you're promoting and you hear them call that name, but it's for them instead?"
"Unlikely, only if we have to share dressing rooms, and I think they're a big group, so probably not, I'd be sharing it with other solos."
"I guess that's true."
"Plus Sieun's a prettier name than JoYul, or Jo Guri, right?!" She snaps, getting mad at herself for bringing up the nickname.
"You said it, not me, what are you getting mad at me for!"
"Because you brought it up last time!" Yuri's in your lap, and she's fumbling around down there.
"What are you doing?" She grasps your half-hard cock and begins stroking. "Slow down Yuri!"
"Yuri?" She pinches you hard in the arm, but keeps stroking.
"Ow what now?"
"Sieun! I told you to call me Sieun!"
"Even now?"
"Especially now." Yuri slips her shorts off, and to your surprise she's wet enough to simply pull her panties to the side and sink down on to you.
"Oh fuck, Yul— Sieun!" You have to grab Yuri by her waist, just to still her for a moment. "What's gotten into you?"
"I just remembered what happened last time you called me Jo Guri..."
"You said it, not me."
"Fuck me anyways, and call me Sieun!" Yuri leaves little pinch marks all across your arms and shoulders as she rides you, until you're finally moaning "Sieun" and filling her with cum to her satisfaction.
A week later you're visiting Yuri at one of the broadcast station buildings, wanting to surprise her like a good boyfriend would. Having received her schedule from the manager you're in the hallway, looking for her dressing room, and you soon find it. The door reads:
*Yuri, Sieun*
Finding it slightly ajar, you silently slip in and hug her from behind.
"Surprise! Missed me, my little Sieun?" Your hands drift to her bare midriff, feeling the smooth skin underneath. "Aren't you cold? Even if you're indoors you should wear your jacket." She's unmoved, remaining still in your arms, and your blood runs cold when two things happen: Your hand chances upon something foreign on her belly, and Yuri had no piercings, and also—
"Oppa?"
Yuri's voice was coming from behind you.
Sieun's still frozen in place when she's suddenly hit with cold air, your warm body pressed against her suddenly vanishing and drawing away. She turns around to see her fellow idol Yuri and the top of your head.
"I'm so so sorry! Please forgive me! I thought you were Yuri, I didn't know it was you—"
"You said my name though, how can you claim to not know?"
"I umm—" You're panicking now, what did you just do? Did you just reveal your relationship with Yuri to someone else? Yuri let a few close friends in on that little fact, but otherwise it was relatively under wraps. More importantly, did you just commit a crime? How did you touch her, oh god, you thought she was Yuri, and your hands— You needed to explain yourself immediately. "I'm so sorry, I really didn't know! Yuri had asked—"
"Oppa, let me handle it. Go home for now."
"Yuri?"
"Go home. I'll call you if we need you."
"I—" You know you are way out of your depth here, surely Yuri knows how to handle this? You can only leave it to her, so you nod and guiltily slink away, and thankfully Sieun doesn't protest it.
The door shuts, and Yuri is left there with Sieun.
"Let me explain—"
"I have questions." Sieun cuts her off.
"Fine."
"Who is he."
"My boyfriend." There was no point hiding it, Sieun's a seasoned idol, not a rookie she could dazzle.
"So why was he hugging me, and using my name?"
"It's a drama I'm in, the character's name is called Sieun. I asked him to start calling me that so I get used to it."
"Is that all?"
"Yes, what more is there to it? He mistook you for me, that's why he hugged you. He apologized for that, so I hope you can be understanding."
"I... Fine, yes, just a misunderstanding after all." Yuri watches Sieun fidget, and she wanted to confirm something.
"Did he do anything inappropriate? If he thought you were me he might have—" Sieun shakes her head.
"No, no, nothing like that, he just hugged me and held me, it was... warm, a little ticklish." Yuri's own suspicions were confirmed—she didn't hear any shouting earlier, nor was there any struggle from what she could tell. Sieun didn't mind the hug at all, which might mean...
"Still, should he make it up to you some other way? He'll be happy to do so if you can overlook this." Yuri dangles you in front of Sieun, and she bites.
"If you don't mind, sunbaenim—"
"Of course I don't mind, and just call me Yuri, we're the same age aren't we? What do you want him to do? He's bad at cleaning, but he can at least carry stuff around."
"Sure Yuri sunbae— Sorry, Yuri. I wanted to do some shopping, it'd be good to have someone carry some of it for me, and I can get his opinion on styles, you always dress so well, I'm sure some of it rubbed off on him."
"No no, you dress way better! He doesn't see me dress— Anyways!" Yuri wanted to say that you see her without clothes more often than with, but she probably doesn't need to share that with Sieun. She taps out a quick message that you'll soon receive. "He'll be at your beck and call, just let me know when you want him and I'll make sure he's available."
"Are you sure he's going to be okay with this?"
"He better be. Can't believe that idiot made such a big mistake. Don't be shy around him, he's the one who fucked up, he's the one making it up to you." Yuri offers her a hug, and as Sieun leans in, Yuri makes her gamble. "You can have him for the night too, that's the one time he's good at cleaning, after he's made a mess."
"Y-Yuri, I don't need—" Sieun's not outraged, just blushing, sputtering a little.
"Shh, it's okay, the hug was nice right? It's okay to have a want, just a small secret between you and me, and you can keep my little secret with oppa too right?" Sieun nods, still stunned at what she just heard. "Great, thank you! Remember, he's the one who messed up, so you don't to have be nice to him, he's yours for the day." With that Yuri pats her on the shoulder and leaves, pleased with having understood Sieun's wants better than Sieun did herself.
Later that week Yuri receives the text from Sieun, and passes the information to you.
"You know I didn't agree to this right?"
"Shut up, that's what you get for going around hugging people without confirming it's me!" she hisses.
"How am I supposed to know that was the one time you're actually in the same dressing room as her, you said she had a group!"
"She does! She just happened to have a solo appearance! Besides, I don't know why you're so mad, you get to have sex with her after."
"Wait what?"
"She wouldn't mind if you made a move."
"No way you can know, she wouldn't tell you that!"
"She didn't, but I can tell, telebratty, you know?"
"Telebratty?"
"Bratty telepathy, brat recognize brat, whatever you want to call it. I just know she's frustrated, would make someone else frustrated, and then wouldn't mind if said someone would take said frustration out on her in a hotel room. And that someone is you." Yuri pokes a finger into your chest.
"I highly doubt it, she didn't seem like that." You were going to say "Not as bratty as you," but wisely decided against it.
"Didn't seem like what? You hugged her for all of five seconds, how would you know? Just trust me, treat her like a princess, and she'll want you to fuck her like a whore." The fact that Yuri's using such brazen language with you shows just how confident she is.
"That's... Ridiculous."
"But not wrong, so no sex tonight, get up bright and early for Princess Sieun tomorrow, and you'll be pulling an all-nighter after that."
You wake up the next morning more than a little annoyed already as one, Yuri really did mean no sex, and two, she lied up the bright and early part—the moon was still setting as you met StayC's regular manager at their building.
"Hey, thanks for taking over today, here's the schedule. You know what to do right? Sieun said you're Jo Yuri's manager?"
"Yeah, sometimes." Basically whenever she doesn't need her actual manager is when you're "managing" Yuri, but they didn't need to know that. That's also good enough for them, and they leave you with the company car without a second look back. You sit in the car and text Sieun, and shortly after she gets in, where her appearance shocks you—she has a mask pack on, along with a variety of accessories you can't even name the first letter of. She has a machine strapped to her chin, she's holding some sort of lighting thing in one hand, and a bottle of some cream in the other.
"Hey."
"Right, hi." You continue staring at her as she goes through some sort of routine, waving the light on her face and arms, and then rubbing cream all over them.
"You've never seen an idol before? Aren't you supposed to take me to the salon?" Sieun says brusquely. Maybe she's just not a morning person.
"Off we go then."
"Keep the chatter to a minimum, I barely got any sleep last night." Wow, okay, maybe you were wrong about Sieun. She leans back and closes her eyes, and you take it as your sign to set off, winding through the quiet way-too-early morning of Seoul. Thanks to that you reach the salon in twenty minutes.
"I'll be here when you're finished."
"What? No, you're supposed to go up with me."
"Really? Fine, I guess."
"Hello Miss Park, and this is?"
"My manager, that's all." She turns and makes you hold her handbag as she rummages through it for her phone. "Thanks, take a seat." You're left sitting in the lobby, with Sieun's expensive handbag in your lap as you watch a few other barely recognizable idols stream in, looking at you oddly.
"Why are they looking at me like that?"
"Usually managers are um, busier." The receptionist answers delicately. "You look more like an idol's boyfriend than anything."
"Oh, got it." You get up and quickly walk around to find Sieun. "Miss Sieun?"
"Yes?"
"Can I get you anything?"
"Now you're playing the part better. Get me a coffee and a snack will you? Take my bag, you can use my card."
"Oh no, I can just get it for you." You make to leave her handbag with her, and she snaps.
"Just take it! There's too much clutter here." So there you are, Sieun's designer handbag in hand as you put a canned coffee and some random convenience store pastry in front of the bleary eyed clerk.
"Nice bag," they mumble as they swipe the two items. "Do you need a plastic one?"
"Thanks, no I'll just take them." You return to the salon and place it in front of her.
"Ugh, this brand? I don't like the aftertaste of their coffee! Oh well, thanks I guess."
"Is there anything else?" you ask through gritted teeth.
"No, just take my bag and wait outside. Oh, the schedule changed, you'll get the update soon." Sieun is determined to make you hold on to her bag for as long as humanly possible, so you're back to sitting in the waiting area, like the most doting (or whipped) idol boyfriend of all time. Your phone vibrates shortly after, and you see the updated schedule.
**6 AM to Noon - Rest**
**Noon to 2 pm - Lunch**
**2 pm to 12 am - Misc**
Rest? Rest?! You stew for a little while, but you ask Sieun about it right away as soon as she's done.
"Oh, yeah, I wasn't feeling it so I just pushed my recording to next week, you can take me home."
"But you got all the makeup done already!"
"I don't see how that's your problem, just wanted to look good. I'll keep it on, come by at 11 am." You check the watch, it's 5 am.
"What do I do between now and then?"
"Go home? I don't know, whatever you do normally." Normally you'd still be in bed! Seething you drive Sieun back home, and she goes in without a second look or apology, slamming the car door behind her. What do you do now? You make the wrong choice and head home, and you're halfway to dreamland when your phone rings—it's Sieun.
"Change of plans, come pick me up now." It's 10 am, a full two hours before you were supposed to be there!
"What?"
"I don't like repeating myself, change of plans, come pick me up now." She hangs up before you can get an outraged word in. Fuming you throw on some clothes and drive to Sieun's place, her arms of course crossed and her feet tapping.
"You're late."
"Why the sudden change?"
"I felt like brunch instead of lunch. Let's go already." You're off, and you reach the brunch spot, only to find a line already forming.
"What is this place, it's not even open yet!"
"I saw it was popular, so I wanted to come." That's all it took for her to demand you come over? "Wait in line." Sieun commands you like a puppy, and all you can do is act like one, standing in line while Sieun goes windowshopping. You text her when you're close to the end of the line, but Sieun makes both you and the server wait for an uncomfortably long time before she shows up.
"Here I am, is my table ready?" My table, not our table.
"Yes miss, right this way." Sieun turns to you, handing you some cash. "Here you go, go get Jollibee or something."
"I uh, what?"
"I want to eat alone." Doggedly you follow Sieun to the table.
"I'm not eating with you?"
"No, go eat somewhere else." You're there standing, and people are staring. Sieun keeps her face buried in the menu, her cheeks flushing—she knows she's going overboard, but she's determined to see it through. "I'll text you when I'm done."
"Fine." You don't make a scene, and head down the road to a food court where you belong. Sieun leaves you waiting long after you've finished your meal, maybe you should text her to let her know, or hopefully maybe she forgot about you and you're free to go—
*Come up now*
Damn it. When you're back at the restaurant Sieun's waiting for you impatiently, and she holds her handbag out with an annoyed expression.
"Come on, take it, we're going shopping." You're doing spirals up the nearby mall, and Sieun's stopping in damn near every shop to check things out. She stops in a shoe store, and you steal a seat, hoping to just wait for her there while she picks out her footwear, but no.
"What are you doing?" In her hand is a pair of flats. "Put it on for me."
"Can't you—" No, you can't, and you bend the knee, taking off Sieun's existing shoes and slipping the flats on her.
"Hmm, not bad. I want to try these on." She hands you another pair, then another, and you're left sore on one knee as Sieun tries several pairs in a row. "Nah never mind, put all of these back for me will you?" You don't even know where she got them from! Sieun's already leaving the shop by the time the shoes are back in their rightful place.
Sieun continues shopping, and she's in and out of designer shops at breakneck pace. Every shop she comes out of she throws a shopping bag towards you. It's not a good look for either of you—she's the idol princess and you're the classic overburdened bodyguard.
"Miss Sieun—"
"What? Ugh hold my phone." She sees you struggling with all the bags, and with a look of annoyance she takes all of them from you and heads off. Now you just look like an asshole, the inattentive boyfriend letting Sieun hold all the bags while you're on your phone. The two of you flip back and forth as Sieun is all-or-nothing: Either she dumps all the bags on you, or she takes them all—depending on when someone looks, you're either the boyfriend or the bodyguard, maybe they should call you the bodyfriend, or the boyguard? After much back and forth you finally compromise with Sieun—you'll hold all the bags but one, allowing her to feel like she isn't dumping all of it on you. Everything for the princess, whatever lets her live with herself. Thankfully Sieun graces you with a reprieve, and she's done shopping.
"Let's go to the car." You head back to your vehicle, and you stand in front of the trunk with the bags in your hands, expecting Sieun to help you, but she simply dumps the one bag she is holding on the ground next to you and gets in the back seat. You remind yourself to have no expectations.
"Should we head back?" you ask her.
"No, go here." Sieun holds her phone to your face.
"A hotel?"
"Yes, it's nearby, I just need to try on all the clothes I bought and take a few shots."
"Why not do that at home?"
"It's messy, cheaper to just book a room for the night."
"Surprise surprise," you mutter to yourself as you pull out of the carpark, of course the princess has a messy room at home.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, to the hotel."
You let out a sigh when you dump the bags in the room, finally done with the day—you've pretty much settled on Yuri being only partially right, and you're really just Sieun's manservant. You stretch and start to head out when Sieun stops you.
"Where are you going?"
"Oh umm, home, aren't we done?"
"No, you're taking the shots for me. And then when I'm done you'll return them."
"Return them?"
"Yeah, I don't wear such things that often. They don't like it but if you beg they'll take them back."
"Can't you return it? You're an idol, I'm sure they'll be more understanding."
"Yeah but I have an image to maintain," and you don't. The unspoken part is loudly understood by the two of you.
"No, I'm not doing it, they're nice clothes I'm sure, just keep them."
"No they're not worth the price I paid. Return them."
"Then why did you buy them?"
"Because." Mid-argument Sieun has closed the distance between the two of you. "Do it, or else."
"Or else what?" She's fast, her hand a flash in the corner of your eye. But you're faster, catching her wrist and stopping her slap. "I've done everything you've asked, what more do you want!" Her weak hand is slower, and you catch the swing from the other side easily and pushing Sieun against the wall—you've had enough of her antics.
"Let go!"
"No—" In the struggle Sieun manages to lean forward, pressing her lips against yours to shut you up. She tastes sweet, and you forget about holding her back, and yet Sieun keeps her arms raised above her head, letting you pin her there easily. You chuckle at the development.
"Fuck, you're just like Yuri—"
"How dare you, I am nothing like Yuri! I'm way better—" Sieun's outraged, and you're annoyed at the trite insult.
"Of course you're not, you could never measure up to her," you snarl. "Yuri's lovely and confident, so confident that she'll let me fuck you stupid tonight and know that I'll go back to her tomorrow without a second thought!" You lean in close, looking past her glare and eyeing the pink growing on her cheeks at your bluntness. "You're just like Yuri said, a princess that needs to be put in her place."
"Y-Yeah, on top of you! I mean—" Sieun blusters, pricked by your jab that Yuri's more confident than she is. "Get out!"
"Are you sure?" She bites on her lower lip, how cute. You capture Sieun's lips, making sure to suck on where she just bit as you kiss her. She gasps when you release the liplock, and you hear the faintest of whines. "Tell me to go one more time, and I will." You meant it too, and she knows it. Sieun breaks her wrists out of your hold and glowers at you—it's her last chance to say no.
She doesn't.
Sieun feels you grab her around the waist and fling her to the bed, and it only turns her on more—yes, you would give her what she wanted. Throughout the day she worried if she was going too far, straddling the line between riling you up and pissing you off. She's still not sure which side of the line you're on when she hears a rip, the sleeve of her jacket being torn as you pull it off her.
"Should've returned this when you bought it, such poor quality." Your hands go to her top, and Sieun panics.
"N-No, wait, don't rip it, it's my favorite top!" You cocks an eyebrow and tug on the top, as if testing its strength.
"Please don't." Sieun shuts her eyes, waiting for the buttons to pop off, but nothing of the sort happens. The top loosens quickly as the buttons come undone, and you remove it from her just a little less roughly, keeping it intact and tossing it to the floor. He listened to me!
"You wore your favorite top for me?" Sieun shivers as your fingers trail her now bare shoulders. "Is this your favorite set too?" you wonder out loud, playing with the bridge of her bra, as if playing with the idea of ripping it off her. Hurriedly Sieun reaches behind her back, unhooking the bra before you could pull on it. She blushes when it ends up falling off her easily, a simple hook of your fingers enough to dislodge it, as if she was helping you strip her.
"Eager aren't we?" Sieun can't manage a protest, for you are already on her nipples, rubbing circles and getting them stiff and sensitive.
"Hnngh, don't tease! Please don't tease!" Turns out that is one thing you won't listen to, for you dip down to her chest, using your mouth instead to suckle and nip at her breasts. Sieun's feet push and slide uselessly against the bed linen, squirming as she gets more and more aroused. Her skirt is removed with a loud rip, and Sieun prays that it's just the zipper being pulled open. You let out a hum of approval at the sight—Sieun is wearing a matching pair of panties, only slightly damp but that's rapidly changing.
"Wait, wait I umm, I want to see you."
"Look all you want." You runs a hand appreciatively over her midriff, and Sieun shivers as you fiddle with her piercing—she remembers how it felt, having your hands over her tummy that first time you hugged her by accident.
"No I meant take your clothes off!" Sieun's still petulant, but you're done playing along, getting off her and standing up from the bed.
"Do it for me." It's a different kind of intimacy as Sieun gets close to you, already mostly naked and stripping her man (Yuri's man, she has to remind herself). You watch her tug at your t-shirt, and she has to step even closer to reach and pull it over your head. A stray hand trails down your chest until it joins her other hand at your jeans, the tough fabric already stretched. Her fingers tremble in arousal, anticipation, and nerves, slipping on the button.
"Never done it before?"
"Of course I have. Your jeans are just so poor quality, the button is hard to get at!" Sieun has to fire back a retort, but that's immediately forgotten when she drags your boxers down with the jeans, letting your cock spring free and point straight at her. It's big, is her first thought. Too big? is her second thought when she reaches for it without thinking, measuring with her petite hand how she can barely grasp it and how much of it is left for her to grab. Her third thought immediately follows the second, wondering how it would feel inside her, how it'd stretch her in every direction and—
"You clearly haven't seen one before."
"Shut up, get on the bed, I'm going to be on top."
You're almost amused at how Sieun straddles you, at how she thinks she can be in control—she's so light you could easily buck her off! With Yuri you gave her a semblance of control before you took over eventually, but given the wetness you feel through Sieun's panties and how annoyed you were earlier, you probably don't need to let her have her way at all. You look past Sieun at the ceiling: Why is there a seam in the ceiling? You smirk as you figure it out, and you wonder if Sieun is aware, and then you wonder whether if it's hotter that she knew, or if she has no idea.
"Hmph!" She misinterprets your smirk as smugness, and she gets up briefly, turning her back to you before sitting back down on your abdomen.
"What, don't even want to look at me? Besides, you forgot to take off something."
"Shut up, I'm just gonna pull it to the side and— Ahh!" You sit up and lay an arm across her collarbone, her back pressed against your chest as you pull her down to you. "What are you doing!"
"What I want." Sieun struggles, but it is merely performative, her hands gripping your arm for security. "God you're naughtier than I thought, little miss princess likes to watch herself get fucked does she?" You slide your hand down her body, fingers pressing over her covered lips.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Your suddenly soaked fingers feel the more truthful answer from Sieun. She fucking knows.
"Yeah? Then what's this?" Sieun doesn't even try to escape from your grasp as you fiddle around with the control panel near the bed and finding the one button you needed. A low whirr, and you find yourself looking at Sieun's gorgeous body from above.
There's a mirror in the ceiling.
"What? I, I didn't know there was a mirror there." Sieun is utterly unconvincing, and you punish her for it.
"Your pussy says otherwise." With an unceremonious rip you tear Sieun's ruined underwear off her and hold it to her face. "So fucking wet." You squeeze the panties-turned-rag, and a single drop of slick drips onto her face.
"You ruined my underwear!"
"No, you ruined it, I'm just helping you dispose of it." You toss it aside, and bring your hand back to her body—Sieun's light and tight, and you watch her through the mirror as you explore her. The little lipbite she makes when you play with her nipples, the way her eyes shut tightly when you slide your hand daringly down her body, bucking her hips and betraying her desire to be touched.
"Look at you, squirming on top of someone else, unable to move, the princess just eager to be taken. I can do whatever I want." You slide a hand up to Sieun's throat, and she freezes up.
"No! Stop!" A hand shoots up, grabbing you. "No choking!" You keep your hand there, not squeezing, but still pressing. "Please no choking, I don't like it."
Sieun is surprised when you plant a kiss on her neck in apology, letting her lead your hand down her body. You're letting her draw the boundaries even when she's powerless to stop you, when you can take her however you want. Yet you'll listen to her, and she can trust you to stay within boundaries she sets. Sieun's even more aroused now, and she buries her face in your neck—her breath is so hot against your skin as she whispers.
"Everything else is fine."
You remove your arm holding her down, and Sieun reaches back, threading an arm around your neck, kissing your jaw and making sure she's securely pressed against you. Both your hands dive to her hips, and Sieun holds her breath as you move lower, spreading her thighs slightly, making a gap for you to fill. She has to exhale, to gasp as your shaft brushes against her lips, but you don't enter her, not yet.
"Don't tease..." Sieun whines, but she's obedient, keeping her thighs together and letting you thrust into the triangle between her legs, letting you feel smooth, wet, and hot, all at once. She moans as you continue to slide your cock against her, feeling just how wet she is. Sieun crosses her legs, her thighs pressing against your shaft even more insistently. You nudge your tip against her entrance, only to "slip" and slide up, splitting her lips and smearing your cock with slick. Sieun whines, hands pulling at your hair.
"So damn needy, let go of my hair." Sieun obeys promptly. You continue teasing her, rubbing yourself against her wetness and watching Sieun buck and squirm on top of you through the mirror. You put two hands on her hips and press down, holding her in place—she may be on top, but she's the one that's fucked. She starts shaking, as if threatening to explode already. Sieun keens as you slip over her pussy again, and her thighs squeeze you even more, as if trying to keep you from thrusting.
"Oh god, please put it in me." Her face is buried in your neck, burning hot in embarrassed desire.
"Put what in you where, a finger in your mouth?" You grab Sieun's gorgeous face by the chin, slipping a finger into her mouth. She sucks on it without thinking before blushing and spitting it out.
"No! You know..."
"No I don't know, what, too vulgar for my little princess?" Sieun was prepared to react with outrage, that she's not your little princess, but your actions speak louder than Sieun's words, and this time you don't miss.
"Hnngh!" Sieun's lithe body arches against you as you plunge and claim your bratty princess, filling her needy little hole with what she so desperately craved. The most delightful sequence of sounds that she has ever made leaves her lips as you thrust viciously into her. Then you stop, and Sieun is silenced with a screech, like a violin with a string snapped.
"No, no! Put it back in!" You slap your cock against her pussy, making her gasp and whine. Disappointing her you replace it with a hand, rubbing her flushed lips, letting her get your fingers all slick and sticky. You suddenly love hearing Sieun say "No", specifically when she's naked and flushed and moaning on top of you.
"Look at this," you raise your hand for Sieun to see, forcing her to look past it and at the mirror reflecting her current state. "So wet and sticky, you're dripping." You flick your hand, and Sieun twitches on top of you as it lands on her. You catch her off guard again, pushing yourself back into her and forcing a shrill cry. A few pumps and you're back out again.
"No!" It's the hottest one you've heard from Sieun yet. Her hands shoots down her body, scrabbling for you down below, and Sieun is utterly shameless, fingers slipping over your cock as she tries to get you back inside her. You teasingly adjust your hips, making sure she can't. You continue rubbing your tip against her, and on more than one occasion you push just the tip into her before pulling out. Her entire body tightens when you give her what she wants, and the ground out cry of relief from Sieun is pornographic.
Then you pull out, and repeat.
"No!"
There it is again.
On the fifth round you have to stop to admire your work.
"Sieun, look at yourself." You have to stop for a while for Sieun to get her wits about her—she's even getting off on getting edged.
"Huh?" You hold her by the chin and make her look herself in the mirror. It is truly a sight to behold—though her thighs were squeezing your shaft in the beginning, they're now straddling your own thighs, spread wide for all to see. There's a distinct dark stain on the bedsheets, evidence of Sieun leaking all over as you brought her to the very edge again and again. She tries to bring her hands to her face, to not have to look at herself, but you pull them back, gathering them at her chest.
"Tell me, how do you look?"
"I, I don't want to say it."
"If you don't say it I'm not putting it back in you." You rub your shaft over her pussy, and she mewls and whines. She tries to close her legs a little, but you do not afford her that little bit of modesty, spreading your own legs to make sure Sieun's laid bare in the mirror.
"I— I look like a wh— a cheap woman, a loose one!" Sieun couldn't bring herself to say it, and just saying what she said sent a flush through her body, but maybe it was true—she felt horny beyond measure, she looked horny beyond any normal person! You grab her chin, forcing her jaw shut, for you had the last word.
"No, not a whore. You look hot, still like a princess, maybe a bit bratty..." You rub your tip against her pussy, and you make sure Sieun's facing the mirror, watching it start to disappear into her. "But right now you just look like you are mine."
You hold her by the chin, making her watch through the mirror as your cock disappears into her inch by inch. Sieun misses the last little bit, her eyes rolling in her head and shutting tightly as you're hilted inside her.
"Watch."
Sieun opens her eyes again, gasping as she watches you pull back a little and then shove it back in with more force.
"Ahh! Deep, so deep!" Sieun's mesmerized as she watches your hand drift down her body, squeezing a breast for good measure. She tenses when you stop below her piercing, as if waiting for you to go lower and touch her directly, but instead you press on her from above, digging the heel of your palm into her. Both of you feel the pressure shift—Sieun instantly tightens, suddenly feeling more stuffed than a moment ago and reveling in that sensation.
Keeping your hand over her belly you pull back, angle your palm very slightly, and thrust back into her. Sieun cries out unreservedly, pleasure flowing through her that much more intensely—her pussy is an empty home for you, and each thrust is you speaking to her.
This is where I could put my cock, or this is where I could put my cock. You're rearranging her insides from within and without, palm and hips working in unison to determine the perfect space for your "furniture".
Or how about this? Sieun lets out a piercing wail, and a small rush of wetness covers your hips. Yes, definitely here!
With the placement determined, you simply had to fix your furniture in Sieun, and it's going to involve a lot of hammering and nailing.
"Oh my god! O-Oppa I'm, mmm!" Your free arm wraps around Sieun's chest securely, and you start to bounce her on your hips, pushing against her g-spot again and again. Brought to the edge far too many times earlier, the bratty idol had no resistance left in her, and the floodgates break wide open. Sieun's moans are interspersed with lewd squelches, sonic evidence of your poor princess cumming continuously and profusely. More visual evidence is available beneath the two of you, the sheets rapidly darkening beneath. You feel it well, Sieun's cozy interior gripping you rhythmically, her entire body trembling in your arms. Every so often the sprinkler system breaks, and you're doused with her juices, and the wetness spreads further on the sheets.
"Hnngh more, don't stop..." Sieun feels it thoroughly and far too well, ecstasy coursing through her like a drug. She's getting pumped from below while there's hot porn playing in front of her—they're in the same position, and she can't help but cum when they do, the fucking onscreen synced perfectly with her pleasure spikes. The petite pornstar is so lewd, legs spread wide open like that, making such a mess on the bed, she even has a piercing on her bellybutton like Sieun does! And the male co-star is destroying her, railing her with that thing, it looks so huge plunging into her, how does it even fit, god if only Sieun could get fucked by something like that—
"You like how you look don't you? Fucked wide open and making such a mess. That's what you really are." Sieun gasps involuntarily with the realization, too high on pleasure that she finally remembers who she's looking at: Herself!
"No, that's not—" That's not me! Sieun wants to say, but there's no denying the emptiness she feels when she watches the male co-star pull out onscreen. There's a ring of white at the base of your shaft. "D-Did you cum in me?"
"I haven't finished yet." You run a finger over your cock, bringing the slick and cream gathered on it to Sieun's mouth. "This? This is yours. All of this mess is yours, my princess." You smudge her lips with the lewd mixture, and when you thrust into her again she can't help but moan and lick her lips, cleaning and tasting herself.
A flurry of movement, and Sieun finds herself watching porn again—this time the positions have changed, the male co-star's on top now, but her own face is still visible, her ankles by her cheeks, clearly visible in the same shot. Her mind goes blank for a second, and when her vision returns she's looking at a more pink version of herself.
"Fuck Sieun you cum so damn easily, you're so sticky, how many times now?"
"I—I don't know." There's a dull fuzziness in Sieun's head, a thick fog of pleasure clouding her thoughts, or rather it's a warm blanket of joy keeping her thoughts in bed—Sieun would be happy with that. "Just don't stop fucking me..."
You wrap an arm around her tiny midriff, pulling her up and shoving a pillow underneath, changing the angle on her once more.
"Hold on tight then."
Whether Sieun was pinned beneath or jammed above you, she came over and over, creaming herself around your cock, slick leaking whenever the hell it happened. Part of Sieun broke off, and she started to dissociate when the pleasure got too intense—she started focusing on the fucking in the mirror, watching herself cry and wail and scream her throat hoarse, her entire body twitch and jerk, her nails digging lines into her partner's back, and the wetness on the bedsheets growing ever more. She had to focus on the mirror, because it happening in the mirror meant it wasn't real, just "onscreen", because if it was real...
Sieun could never do this with anyone else again.
"Hey." Sieun blinks, and her view of the mirror is blocked, your face hovering directly above.
"Mm?"
"You're exactly what I thought you were."
"A whore?" There's no reluctance now, not after what Sieun has watched herself do in the mirror.
"No, a brat I breed, I'm going to finish in you."
"You're wrong," you're not. "I'm not a brat!" She's wrong. "You can't breed—" you can. You silence her with a kiss.
"You're mine." She is. Sieun bites her lower lip, but doesn't deny it.
"I'm going to finish in you, are you safe?" A statement of intent, and subconsciously Sieun tenses around your cock and your body, thighs around your hips squeezing a little harder.
"I'm not safe." True or not, the brat in Sieun raises the stakes, breaking the kiss and daring you to keep going. You keep thrusting, kissing her again and calling her bluff.
"I'm fertile." You thrust even harder, breaking her leg lock and spreading her thighs further.
"I'm ovulating!" You stop, and for a moment the thought that you would actually pull out flashes through Sieun's head, but the relief she felt when you hooked her knees with your elbows told her what her body already knew—there was never really a choice, you both wanted the same thing.
"I don't hear the words 'pull out'."
Sieun wraps her arms around your neck, giving in and whimpering into your ear when your tip kisses her womb.
"You won't."
A few more deep thrusts is enough and a mute cry, muffled against your lips, is ripped from Sieun's throat as you begin to fill her. She crests with you, her thighs squeezing and pussy milking you wantonly. Without the mirror to distract her every orgasmic sensation is amplified for Sieun—when she contracts around you, your tip throbs against her cervix and she whines at every warm spurt of semen splattering into it, millions of chances to fill her cozy "home" with a bundle of joy.
The come down for Sieun is slow, and you carry and bundle her through the room and into the bathroom. She vaguely remembers being washed, jumping at the water hitting her overstimulated body, but her eyelids are already drooping as she's tucked into a warm and comfortable bed. An even warmer body slides into the sheets next to her, and utterly content, Sieun cuddles up to you without a second thought.
"Good night brat."
"Good night oppa."
You wake up the next morning to an empty bed and Sieun just entering the room and posing in front of a more regular wall-mounted mirror.
"Oh, you're up? Tell me how this looks." She's wearing clothes from the shopping spree yesterday.
"Looks fine, what are you doing?"
"Well I didn't get to try them out yesterday," Sieun blushes deeply as she says it. "So I wanted to see what looked good. Perhaps you could, umm, just take a look while you're still here?" Gone is the haughty bratty princess for now, so you sit up a little more and get comfortable—you remember how many bags you carried yesterday.
"Sure, why not."
Sieun parades in and out of the room (you brought up that you've already seen her naked and there's no point in changing elsewhere, but she insisted, something about not coloring your view on how the clothes look when half put on), and you are honest in saying that any outfit would look good if not great on her. Unbeknownst to you, however, that is to her infinite frustration. What Sieun actually wanted was another round, perhaps less intense than yesterday, but just as pleasurable. The only problem is that most of her outfits were for the cameras, so they could be a little revealing, but nothing that would really titillate. You just sitting in bed and saying she looks good is evidence of that. Sieun only had a few outfits left, maybe she should just swallow her pride and ask for another round. She sighs and picks an outfit she needed to keep for work, might as well get your opinion on it while she's here.
"How's this?"
"Wow." Sieun is as shocked as you're speechless, swinging yourself out of bed in record time, hands on her shoulders before drifting down to her waist. She steps back to take a better look, and bumps into something.
"Huh, the hanbok is what gets you going? Kinky much?"
"What can I say, you look like a nobleman's daughter." Your hand plays with the knot holding it together.
"Hmm? Not a princess?" Sieun leans into your shoulder, happy at where this is clearly going.
"No no, nobility, not royalty."
"And what would I do as a nobleman's daughter?"
"Be you, someone who's used to being pampered, with a temper, perhaps. The type that's hard to marry off, the type that needs taming." You undo the knot, slipping your hand underneath the top layer of fabric.
"Taming?" Sieun sighs as you touch her, letting you squeeze her as you wished. She reaches back, tugging at your boxers, sneaking her own hand in there.
"Yes, or perhaps like a wild mare, someone that needs to be... Domesticated." You rub a hand over her belly, reminding her of just how full it was a few hours ago, and she trembles against you.
"What if she can't be tamed, she raises all sorts of holy hell, then what?" Sieun strokes you, making sure you're at full hardness.
"Then that means there's something else going on that no one knows about, like maybe her household has guards." Your hand drifts a little lower—Sieun hasn't even bothered with panties, this was her intention all along! "And all she needs is to be taken out back and fucked by her secret lover."
"That sounds about right." Sieun braces herself against the mirror as you lift the skirt of the hanbok, letting it fall back down and cover the two of you as push into her. "Yes, just like that!"
"Just something quick and dirty, not even a place to lie down on, hmm?" Sieun nods at you through the mirror, moaning as your hands roam all over her sinfully under the otherwise proper clothing.
"Fuck me, just fuck me again!"
You press Sieun against the mirror, and it starts rattling against the wall as you start pushing into her harder and faster—Sieun wanted quick and dirty, and that's exactly what you'll give her. You lift her leg, opening her up, letting you get even deeper into her, and she yelps, beginning to leak down your shaft already.
"Bet they weren't careful back then, she just took his cum inside her all the time, didn't she?" you growl, not bothering to hold back this morning.
"Yes yes yes!"
You watch Sieun's eyes roll into her head, and you begin unloading into her, pumping whatever wasn't spent last night into her willing body. You watch with satisfaction as her leg trembles in your hand, and you have to hold her up to keep her from collapsing. You watch with even greater satisfaction at the stream of thick cum dripping from her as you gather your breath, splattering on the floor with soft thuds.
"And then after they're done, she thanks him with a soft kiss, and they pretend nothing ever happened." Sieun whispers, and she pulls you in for said soft kiss. You slowly let her stand on two feet, and it is silent as she shrugs out of the outfit and waddles to the bathroom. When both of you are a little more dressed she finally speaks again.
"You can go now, consider your end of the deal held up. I won't tell anyone about you and Yuri."
"Right, thanks. Do you need help with returning these—"
"No, I think I'll keep all of them, I'll get my manager to come over." Sieun's fiddling with the hanbok as she pauses for a moment. "I umm, I guess, I just want to say thanks. It was nice." Sieun ends awkwardly but cutely.
"It was nice," you agreed. "I'll head out then before your manager arrives." You arrive back home, where Yuri's sitting and waiting for an after action report. The only reason she doesn't jump you after you tell her everything is because you were drained, and mainly because she was busy shouting "I told you so!" over and over, much to your annoyance.
***
A few weeks later you get a message from Yuri, saying that she's feeling down, and if you could come to the studio to be with her. As a loving boyfriend you make the trip over, and you find her sniffling in the corner, back turned to you.
"Hey you, everything okay?" Yuri nods as you hug her from behind. She pulls your arms in closer, so you hug her tighter, and that's when you notice it—your hands do not fit perfectly in Yuri's jacket like they normally do. You grab her midriff tightly, and that's when you notice the piercing.
"Sieun! What are you doing here?"
"What? How could you tell?"
"The jacket, Yuri always zips up her jacket. Why are you here, Yuri messaged me that she would be here."
"I er, asked her to do it." Sieun tugs on the jacket abashedly, it looks fine on her, but she's not Yuri. You call Yuri up immediately.
"Oh oppa what's up?"
"What's up? What game are you playing with Sieun?"
"It's not a game, we just came to an agreement. She always dresses so well, and we're about the same size, so I wanted to borrow her clothes."
"And?" You roll your eyes, for apparently "brat recognize brat" extends to fashion as well.
"In return she asked if I could lend you to her." You just got sold by your girlfriend, and worse, you got traded like Luka Doncic got traded for Anthony "Street Clothes" Davis, except it's for Sieun's actual street clothes.
"I am dealing with you when I get back."
"Oh yes please, deal me with like you'll deal with Sieun. I still remember what you did to her, make sure you save some energy for me this time! Come on, it's not bad for you either."
"Yuri-ah, make sure you take the hanbok with you, he really likes it."
"Got it, thank you!" You glare at Sieun, who sticks her tongue out cheekily—now the brats are teaming up on you.
"I'm hanging up!" You shove your phone back in your pocket and look at Sieun. "What now, I am not going shopping with you or waiting in line for you or—" Sieun flings herself at you, silencing you with a rough kiss.
"No, none of that. Yuri wanted you to call her Sieun right? We're going to go to your place, and I want you to pretend that I'm Yuri, treat me like you would treat her."
"Did Yuri never tell you what happened last time we got into an argument?"
"No, what?" Sieun is secretly hopeful, maybe you put Yuri in her place, bent her over a desk and—
"We didn't have sex for a month."
"What?! No! I mean um, why?" At least Sieun is worse than Yuri at hiding what she wants.
"Long story. But anyways nothing is going to happen."
"Can we just skip the one month part, we haven't met in a month either, so it's pretty much the same, right?" She sounds so hopeful.
"I guess Yuri didn't tell you what happened after either then." Sieun is smart enough to see through your vague threat, and calls you on it.
"How about you take me back home and show me? I dare you to!" She really is just as bratty as Yuri.
"You better clear your schedule for the next week then." You head out, but you stop when Sieun doesn't follow you out.
"I-I only get tomorrow off." She's blushing in both embarrassment and arousal, thinking about having you for a whole week.
"I'm kidding." This time you grab her by the wrist firmly, dragging her out the door with you. "But just so you know, you might be leaking for quite a while, you can ask Yuri for the details later."
"Did you try to umm, tame Yuri?" Sieun asks as you let her into your place, and you catch her use of the odd word immediately.
"Yes, but it was a safe day for her."
"You could try again, today." Sieun's thumb is drawing circles on the back of your hand.
"Are you safe today?"
Now Sieun's the one leading you on.
"Ask me again and I'll tell you." You pull her into the bedroom and shut the door.
No further questions.
A/N: The tie between Sieun and Yuri is loose at best (Yuri just had a character called Oh Sieun in a cameo appearance lol), but the chance to use "telebratty" and "brat recognize brat" is too good to pass up. Big princess brat vibes from Sieun and the piercing just amplifies it like crazy (basically a "breed here" signal as far as I'm concerned). I'll probably continue to add to this BITS x2 idea with standalone one-shots, but this mini two-parter series is done. Thanks for reading!
