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guillotinebypierre · 6 months

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This is a direct continuation of the last story.

3rd Person POV

Following the events of the night prior, Y/n had decided to just not go to sleep at all. Spending his night working out and drinking excessive amounts of energy drinks and coffee, he went to work with bags under his eyes and laser focus.

His job starts at 6 in the morning. Y/n was, much to the surprise of most people, the head cook in the kitchen, having worked his way up the ranks incredibly quickly due to his (sometimes) otherworldly skills, incredible adapting nature and organised way of handling things. He always starts by cleaning everything, as he believes a clean environment is key to being focussed and efficient with your work. After making sure cleanliness isn't an issue, he starts off by prepping the ingredients: cutting vegetables, seasoning everything, refilling and restocking what needs to be restocked and refilled.

The first customers normally arrive at 8 in the morning, mostly rich people, who aren't necessarily celebrities, that just want some breakfast. To him, the real work doesn't start until midday, as during that time most idols have their break and enjoy a nice meal at the restaurant. It was at this time that he started seeing familiar faces.

He was greeted by Karina and Giselle of Aespa, with whom he was really close, in addition to a few actresses that specifically requested to sit near the window that looked into the kitchen and offered the chance to talk to the cook himself.

He also saw Yeji, someone with whom he had been texting pretty much every minute following the events of the night prior. Behind her walked in a sulky figure with a black face mask and bucket hat. She had shoulder length hair, not that Y/n had needed any other indicators to help him figure out who Yeji had walked in with.

The pair had ordered their usual meals as take out, probably due to the fact that at least one of them wasn't exactly in the mood to go out of the house, having come to the restaurant only due to hopes of meeting Y/n.

Y/n, however, wasn't having any of that and excused himself to the staff room for the time being. It wasn't that he was scared, more like he had plans for the evening and he was not in the mood to get those plans tempered with. He took his phone out as he felt an all to familiar buzz coming from it, indicating that someone had sent him a message. He opened up the messages app and saw that he had multiple unread chats.

Yeji

>Y/n where are you? Didn't you say you had work today?

>Look, I'm sorry for this, but Ryujin literally fought her way out of the car to join me. She hasn't taken your choice that well and is still hanging onto the idea of you forgiving her for playing with your feelings :/

Rina Noona<3

>Heyyyy Y/n~ We just arrived back at the company, thank you for the food😚

>Ning and Minjeong were really mad that we didn't take them with us but they said something about going later. Will you still be working tonight ?

>I really want to spend some time again, just the two of us you know? When do you have time, please let me know!

He wrote her a quick reply back, smiling at her message while doing so

Y/n

Heyy Noona! I'm happy you enjoyed the food🫶🏼 Tell Ning and Minjeong that I'll be out today since I have a meeting in the evening but I'll be working the full shift tomorrow again and I'll gladly take their orders then. I also really miss going out with you, I'm actually free the whole next week, so just let me know what day works best for you :) Send Ning, Gi and Minjeong my best wishes, ttyl :)) <

The last message was the one he had actually intended on answering first, seeing as it was the most relevant one.

Taeyeon🤍

>hey Y/nn~ hope work is all right today. I can't wait to see you tonight, I missed you a lot :( Hope this can make the last few hours a bit more bearable

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The look on Y/n's face changed from confusion to a visible blush covering both his cheeks as he opened the image to find a picture of Taeyeon sitting on a chair while getting her make up done, only covered by a small towel that left little to the imagination.

He was pulled from his thoughts as one of the waitresses walked into the room and asked for his help with a dish. He hastily replied to Taeyeon before putting his phone away and getting back to work, thankfully without having to interact with neither Yeji nor Ryujin.

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The day continued more or less the same for Y/n, with the restaurant picking up steam towards the evening as more and more people came in and the kitchen got more hectic. His phone continued blowing up with messages, most of them from Taeyeon who either sent him more soft nudes or sent him risky texts with the goal of making his last few hours at work, literally, harder.

He checked his clock regularly until it finally hit 6.30 in the evening and he took aside his most trusted sous chefs and gave them one last run down on how to deal with everything from nasty customers to a fire in the kitchen. He appointed two of them to cleaning the kitchen, jokingly threatening to fire them if they didn't do their job properly before making his way out to the sound of his coworkers teasing him about his 'date'.

Y/n decided to walk towards the SM building, seeing as it was only a twenty minute walk and he could use the extra steps given the fact that he didn't go to the gym that day. With music blasting through his ears and the cool weather sending pleasent shivers done his spine he walked until finally reaching his destination.

He looked around, not sure what to expect as he never asked Taeyeon what car her manager drove. He sat on a bench near the entrance and as he was about to call her, a black mercedes pulled up in front of him. His first thought was that he was being kidnapped until the windows rolled down and he saw a small but stern looking woman starring at him.

"Are you Y/nn?", she asked.

"Y/n, but yeah thats me", he replied while smiling awkwardly at her

"You're somehow more handsome than Taeyeon described, hop in.", she said while looking him up and down.

"did she just check me out?", he thought to himself while walking towards the back door and opening it.

"So manager noona where are we going?", he asked trying to ease the tension.

"Taeyeon asked me to drive you to the hotel she's staying at. The original plan was for you to go to her house but that's too far and she has rehearsals tomorrow.", she replied while looking at the road.

"Oh-"

"Just relax, I'll tell you when we get there.", she said before closing the small opening through which they had been communicating.

--Y/n POV--

I looked out of the window for most of the ride. The beauty of Seoul never failed to amaze me. In the beginning it was quite hard for me to adapt to it, it was a completely new country after all. Learning the language was even harder, not to mention finding a place to stay. Thankfully, that recommendation by my professor and my experience working in restaurants helped me a lot with finding work and subsequently a place to stay.

These past few weeks have been a wild ride, to say the least. The more I think about last night, the more at ease I am. At the end of the day it was never meant to be, and maybe finding closure will help me find my luck with someone else. Maybe Taeyeon is that person? Would be pretty funny. I always liked older women, maybe she is the one.

I subconsciously smiled at the thought of Taeyeon as we slowly but surely made our way past the KSPO Dome, the place where the show would be held this weekend. My mind wandered towards the concert, the 'private show' Taeyeon talked about. I couldn't stop mind from going there, my pants becoming tighter by the second as I thought about what she had possibly meant by that. I checked my phone for the time. It was 7.45 in the evening. Taeyeon said she'd be finished by 8.30, meaning that I'd probably have to stay a bit on my own before I'd see her. My phone buzzed, leading my mind into thoughts about the pictures she had sent me earlier. I once again found myself thinking about-

"Hey lover boy are you going to get out or do I need to tell Taeyeon her boy toy was too mesmerised by some pictures on his pho-"

"Alright alright I'll get going, my bad manager noona", I cut her off before opening the door and getting out.

"Hey pretty boy!", she called me as I walked towards the hotel.

"Yeah?", I turned around

"We need her at full force tomorrow, please don't go too hard on her and don't hurt her with your....weapon.", she said while shifting her gaze towards my crotch.

I blushed as I turned around and walked towards the reception.

The hotel was very bougie, incredibly luxurious. I know that's rich coming from someone who works at the place I work at, but still, even for my standards this was crazy. My gaze wandered towards the decoration, asking myself how many night shifts I'd have to work extra if I were to accidentally break something here before I heard the receptionist calling me.

"Hello, how may I help you ?", she asked while smiling at me

"Hi, I'm here to see Taeyeon-noona, she said she'd have a reservation or whatever for a visitor under the name Y/n ?", I said to her while smiling.

"Can I see your ID ?", she replied while looking me up and down.

'Whats up with women today checking me out in such obvious ways'

"Here you go, this is the card to get into her suite. She really didn't do you justice with her description, you're even better looking than what she described you as. Her room is room 9, it's part of our VIP suites at the top floor.", she said as she handed me a black card with the letters 'VIP' engraved onto it.

I thanked her before making my way towards the elevator. I looked at the pad before pressing the button with the largest number on it. The elevator rose as soothing music filled my ears. My body relaxed as I now knew I didn't have anything to do except waiting for the next hour or so.

A loud *ding* took me back to reality as the golden doors of the elevator opened and revealed a fancy looking hallway, guarded by security. I gave them my card as they checked some kind of list before finding what I assume to be a message left by Taeyeon and letting me through. I walked around the hallway, taking in the red carpet, the expensive paintings and decoration before standing still in front of a large marble door with a golden nine on it. In front of the door was some kind of pillar with a touchpad on it, a small box in Korean telling me to put the card onto it to open the door. I held my card against it, the door suddenly making a clinking noise as if it were a safe.

I pushed the large door open, taking in the sight in front of me. I walked into the suite, seeing a large living room area that was larger than my own apartment. It housed a gigantic TV, an unnecessarily large couch that resembled a queen sized bed and a coffee table on which I could recognise a few od Taeyeon's favourite books and magazines. I walked a bit further and found a kitchen, made up of a stove, an oven and a fridge and freezer, a sink and lots of cabinets.

I walked over and took a look into the fridge, seeing a few ingredients sitting there.

"Did Taeyeon buy these?", I asked myself.

I continued walking around before entering the master bedroom. It looked like something straight out of porn. Heart shaped bed with a fucking pole in front of it, fluffy, cheap, pink handcuffs sitting on the drawer next to it, candles all over the room and rose petals laying all around the room. There was a box with chocolate and strawberries laying on the bed and a bottle of extremely expensive champagne and two glasses next to it.

I walked around a bit more, finding the bathroom. It was also filled with lit candles and a bubble bath full of rose petals.

As I walked out of the rooms I soon realised that the whole suite was bathed in a jasmine scent. I shook my head as I realised that literally everything in here was an aphrodisiac which made it pretty obvious what my 'private show' was going to be.

*click*

"Hello? Y/n are you here?", a tired Taeyeon shouted as she entered the suite.

She took off her sneakers, kicking them off somewhere near the entrance before dropping her bags too and walking inside.

The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the candles around the countertops, the living room area and the moonlight that was shining through the large window.

"Y/nn? Reception told me you're here, no need to act all mysterious now"

"Hey Taeng, how was work", he said as he walked past her with two plates of food and two wine glasses.

He sat the food on the table before walking over, kissing her and taking her jacket off. Y/n led her to the table before pulling the chair back and helping her sit on it.

"What's with the look, you make it seem like you've seen a ghost.", Y/n joked as he sat down.

He popped open the bottle of expensive wine he had room service bring up before filling their cups.

"Y/nn what is this?", Taeyeon said while a smile formed on her face.

"What? Don't you like it?"

"I love you- it. I love it. But what did I do to deserve this kind of treatment?"

"Well apart from releasing great music for the past, like what, decade? You've been working really hard and it doesn't take a scientist to see how stressed you are, I just wanted to do something nice to cheer you up-"

Taeyeon leaned over the table and kissed Y/n passionately.

"You really want to make sure you get that private show, huh?"

"This is all just to smitten you, noona. I could get that private show right now if I tried a little."

"You're way too cocky for your own good, Y/nn", she replied while rolling her eyes.

She turned her attention towards the food in front of her before cutting it up and eating.

"Y/nn did you cook this?"

"Of course, did you think the dirty apron was just for show?"

"Shut up I just imagined you asked room service."

"Noona be serious we both know their cooking would never in a million years be halfway as good as mine."

After eating Y/n took both plates to the sink and started washing the dishes while Taeyeon went to her room to change.

He was just finishing putting away the cutlery when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him and someones face make its way to his back.

"Are you finished?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Good."

Taeyeon spun him around before kissing him, her arms interlocking behind his neck and pulling him down. Y/n's put his hands on her hips as the two swayed lightly.

They eventually broke off, a string of saliva connecting their mouths as she whispered against his ear

"Good, because I want some dessert"

Taeyeon dragged him off by his collar before slamming the door shut and pushing Y/n onto the bed.

Taeyeon turned around, an array of candles and incenses lit behind her , as she grabbed a remote and turned on red LED lights.

It was then that Y/n saw what she was wearing, a black see through nightgown with a matching black lingerie set underneath. It contrasted her skin and hair.

The red lights bounced off her body, highlighting her silhouette while making her every move seem sultry and sensual. Y/n could only stare in anticipation as she swayed her way towards the pole in front of him.

Taeyeon winked at him before dropping the nightgown on the floor and kicking it away. Her hands moved across her body as she started walking around the pole, her arms now grabbing it. Taeyeon suddently sank, her ass bent over towards Y/n as he could make out her labia from her see through panties.

Taeyeon continued by moving her body sensually across and around the pole, giving Y/n a show as she slowly started taking off her bra and panties, throwing them at her lover.

As her show came to an end she slowly walked over to Y/n before crawling onto the bed and taking out a blindfold.

"Settle down now", she whispered in his ear while slipping the blindfold around his head and over his eyes, "and remember, I'm the one in charge. Let your noona take care of you."

A sudden noise made Y/n jerk up involuntarily as he felt something tighten around both of his wrists, restricting his movement and tying bim to the bedpost.

"Taeng these cuffs are cheep as fuck, you know I can break these, right", Y/n said jokingly while jingling the handcuffs around his wrists.

"You can but will you want to?"

Y/n laughed but it quickly turned into a groan as he felt and heard Taeyeon rip open his shirt, throwing it aside before taking off his pants and underwear in one smooth motion.

She slid down his body, her fingers sending a pulse through him wherever she touched. It was always like this when they were together: she'd sweep in like a storm, whipping the waves into a froth as he tried to keep his head above water.

But why should he fight it? Why not drift in her wake, even if it was just for tonight?

Taeyeon pressed her lips to his stomach, leaving a trail of languid kisses further and further down, her fingers tracing lines along his thighs. Y/n shuddered, feeling himself throb as she brushed against him, and let his mind slip away.

Y/n moaned when she took him in her mouth, her movements torturously slow as she licked him along his length. He shivered, his senses in overdrive.

Taeyeon took her time in getting reacquainted with him and his body, whispering things that made his head spin and heart race. She had never had much patience when it came to sex, always eagerly getting lost in the frantic throes of passion, mostly due to her wanting to get rid of her own stress, but this time something felt different.

He held his breath as Taeyeon picked up her pace, letting him hear what she was doing to him. Y/n clenched at the sheets behind his head, careful not to break the cuffs. The wet sounds she made drove him wild, and he wasn't sure how much more he could take.

Y/n gasped, and Taeyeon took it as a cue to slow down and replace her mouth with her hands, letting him get himself under control.

"Shit, Taeyeon." Y/n let out a shaky breath, pitching his head back into the pillow and letting his body unwind. He pulsed in her hand and she made a throaty sound, leaning her weight on his chest as she raised her lips to his ear.

"You'll finish when I'm done with you," she whispered, nipping kisses down his neck and collarbone. "But until then, you'll do exactly as I say."

Y/n nodded eagerly, drinking in the warmth of her body as she pressed against him. He felt her hand slip between them, playing with herself as she told him how wet he'd made her, and what she'll be doing to him.

Y/n throbbed with need for her, returning her kisses with all the hunger he felt in his body, and Taeyeon took it all greedily.

"I want you to taste me," Taeyeon said, her breath on Y/n's ear as he melted against her. She slipped two fingers into his mouth, and he sucked at them, tasting her as she pressed into his tongue.

Y/n groaned when she slid them out, and Taeyeon laughed, "There's more where that came from, Y/nn."

She gripped his jaw lightly, straddling his torso as she lowered her breast to his mouth. Y/n took his time, sucking at her nipples and pressing with the flat of his tongue, delighting in the way that she gripped her fingers in his hair and shuddered above him. He lavished her with attention, lost in the motion of her pleasure as she squeezed her legs around him, content that she'd chosen to spend tonight with him.

Y/n breathed heavily when Taeyeon pulled herself away, her own breath shaky as she spoke.

"Are you ready to taste me again?"

"God, yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, noona"

*slap*

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, mommy"

"Good boy"

Taeyeon climbed up to sit on his face, pressing her sweetness into his mouth and tongue. Y/n moaned into her, already lost in her heady scent and taste, her soft sounds of pleasure driving him wild.

"This is where you belong, worshipping me," said Taeyeon, running her hands through his hair, and Y/n moaned his assent.

"None of those other little whores you fuck know how to deal with you. None of them can please you like I can."

He licked and sucked, his breathing picking up pace as she ground herself into him. Y/n kept his tongue wide, letting her use his mouth however she pleased, and Taeyeon clenched her thighs tighter around him, running her fingers through his hair again before pulling off the blindfold.

Y/n watched her from below, a sense of dreamy pleasure passing across her face as she squeezed her breasts and rode him.

"You make me feel so good," she encouraged, her eyes meeting his own. "Yes, just like that."

Y/n could feel himself throbbing as she used him and took her pleasure, and he couldn't look away from her eyes as they shone with desire. He would do anything to make her feel good, to keep her feeling good, as long as she looked at him like that.

"Fuck," Taeyeon managed, her face flushed as she shuddered and climbed off him.

Her breathing came fast and shallow, and she threw her arms around Y/n as she planted kisses along his neck and mouth, tasting herself on his lips.

Her hands moved down his body before she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and squeezed, humming excitedly.

"Did you miss me?" Y/n asked.

"You could say that," said Taeyeon, straddling his waist. She brought her face close to his, locking eyes as she slid down onto him, his breath catching in his chest as she clenched his bicep for purchase. She let out a soft moan when he bottomed out into her, and shifted her hips to adjust to his thickness.

Y/n moved inside her, tasting her lips in a blur of pleasure as they kissed. Taeyeon squeezed around him, bucking her hips as she rode him, lost in the throes of passion.

She freed his hands from the cuffs, and Y/n stroked her skin wherever he could, her smoothness a revelation to him. Taeyeon pressed into his grip, rolling her hips with him as they came together and chased their beating hearts.

Being with Taeyeon was like grabbing a live wire or a bolt of lightning and holding on for dear life. Her skin was electric, sending every bit of him tingling as they breathed together, locked in their rhythm.

Y/n slid his hands to her hips, guiding her into his thrusts as he picked up the pace, unable to wait any longer. He pressed his thumbs into her flesh and she shivered, clenching around him as she ran her fingers through his hair and over his chest.

Taeyeon wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and leaned her forehead against his, meeting his eyes. Her gaze was deep with meaning and Y/n felt as if he'd been swept away, his mind jumping to old hopes and habits as if he'd been born to it.

He lost himself in the rush, the sound of his name on her lips as his senses shivered with mounting pleasure.

"Ruin me, Y/n," she whispered — or screamed, he couldn't tell anymore — as she came undone around him, and those three little words were nearly on his lips before he gave himself to abandon, cumming inside of her and releasing every last drop of semen he had story in his body.

Taeyeon breathed heavily, her breasts expanding on her chest as it rose and fell again, her pulse so fast that she thought her heart was about to shoot out of her. Her hair was messy, it stuck to her forehead. Her skin was glistening with sweat while her legs felt like jell-o.

Taeyeon's entire lower body felt sore and sticky, a large puddle of white liquid having formed between her legs where she had fallen asleep. She looked over and realised her tossing and turning had woken Y/n up.

"What- what time is it?", he yawned while stretching.

"It's five in the morning. I need to go to the venue in like two hours. You can continue sleeping..."

"Or..?"

"Or you can join me in the bathtub for a bath?"

"Lead the way, Taeng."

Taeyeon slowly made her way towards the bathroom while holding Y/n's hand behind her.

"The slap still stings, by the way."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me-"

"I know what came in you."

"Do you want to get slapped again.", Taeyeon threatened before Y/n slapped her ass.

The pair soon got into the bathtub. The water was still warm, curtesy of the jets and heater of the tub. The room was still filled with aphrodisiacs, which made it almost impossible for the two to keep their hands off each other. It didn't take long before a heavy make out session was started.

Taeyeon sat on Y/n's lap, grinding on him and making the water overflow, not that they cared about it at all. Her fingers dug into his back as he left hickeys across her body.

Things were getting heated and, unfortunately, had to be cut short.

"Y-Y/nn MHHH I think we should sTOP here."

"Why noona"

"I have to be there in a bit more than an hour and if you fuck me again right now I will definitely not be able to do the choreo properly."

"But noona-"

"No, I promise I'll make it up to you tonight. You'll even get another private show."

"Alright fine."

"Love you", she kissed him before getting out of the bathtub and getting dressed.

The week passed quickly, with Y/n working full shifts and spending the rest of the night with Taeyeon. His phone kept buzzing as a certain someone tried reaching him, but he just turned it off and asked his coworkers to call his work phone if they ever needed something.

The weekend arrived in a blur and Y/n finally saw Taeyeon's concert in person, from a VIP position. A lot of idols were present, a lot of his friends and people he'd rather not have seen.

The show was fantastic, and aside from greeting and talking to a lot of his friends, Y/n got pulled by Taeyeon into an empty staff room at the end of the show for a preview of his own private show he'd be receiving later that night.

Unbeknownst to him, however, the confrontation he had been avoiding all this time was soon going to catch up to him, forcing him into an incredibly uncomfortable situation.

*You have one missed call*

*sobs*

"Hello? Is this Y-Y/n? Look, I know why you hate me, and I also know why you're avoiding me but I STILL LOVE YOU Y/N.

'What is she doing, Yeji'

'YAH RYUJIN YOU'RE DRUNK STOP CALLING PEOPLE'

Y/N PLEA- PLEASE JUST CALL ME BACK."

*the call has been disconnected*

to be continued

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guillotinebypierre · 6 months

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Ryujin POV

Confliction.

Regret.

Pleasure.

If I was to try and describe what I was feeling, what I have been feeling every since this little affair started, this is what I'd choose. It is as if I had these cartoony angel and devil figures on my shoulders, criticising my every move and trying to sway me into rethinking my every step. On one side I knew what I wanted, I knew I wanted to stay loyal to my childhood sweetheart, leave all this idol bullshit behind and live somewhere quiet, have a nice and relaxed life but I knew it wasn't what I needed. I needed to be an idol, I needed to live this larger than life lifestyle, touring the world, singing and dancing and performing to my hearts desire day in day out. I knew I wanted [redacted] but I needed Y/n.

Nobody touched me like this. He was like a drug coursing through my veins, an unhealthy obsession, he was a constant high in my life, the personification of dopamine. He was the human equivalent of what I felt whenever I performed, he was my own private idol lifestyle, he was someone so unapologetically removed from anything related to the industry that it made me mad. He was an anchor, a way of ridding my stress, the build up of multiple weeks of training until I literally couldn't, the person who took care of me when I needed it.

He wasn't what I wanted, at least not originally, or maybe he was and I'm just delusional and trying to convince nobody but myself, but he is what I need.

This night started as they always do, with a simple phone call. Phone calls at two in the morning, normally not something anyone would want, but for us it was different. The past few months were getting to me, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't. But then again, after all these years of dealing with toxic bosses, annoying netizens who sit in their room the whole day and think they have the right to comment on anything and everything, I've learned how to push these things down and ignore them until I couldn't. The last two comebacks didn't go as planned. They still did well on the market, but internationally, people said some pretty messed up things. We also have a tour coming up, which meant that training was pushed to a max, no matter if we could handle it or not.

Y/n told me once that pressure was a privilege, or at least that's the thing I could make out after he fucked my brains out, rendering most of my senses useless for the rest of the night. He was incredibly understanding, I knew he had to have made some harsh experiences in his past, but I never pushed further. Even though I'd love to know more about him, about how he thinks, what he thinks, I couldn't. And that was a good thing. He took care of my needs, I took care of his, there was no need for feelings. Or thats what I keep telling myself. I know I don't- no I shouldn't want him. But I needed him.

Thats the second reason I called him tonight. Tonight my sleep was particularly bad. My mind clouded with the past failures and bad decisions I made, the promise I made to my childhood crush, that we'd stay in touch and eventually date, in my mind as I cursed myself to hell and back for falling for someone else. My bed felt empty, my heart felt empty. But my mind was crowded, full of his ridiculously handsome face. That smug grin that I could only get rid of by sitting on it, his stupidly perfect teeth that he used to tease my nipples, his incredibly muscular body that I stared at a bit too long, leading to his annoying teasing. His strong arms that held me close at all times, offering me comfort I never really got with anyone else.

I tried replacing him, I really tried, but it was like anyone and everyone was a lesser version of him, a cheap replacement, it was like going back down to economy after flying first class for the first time. They weren't what I needed, they were cheap replacements, I wanted to stop thinking about him, relying on him, but those attempts were futile in the end. I needed him.

My phone was completely charged and absent of any notifications. It was two in the morning, after all. My schedules for tomorrow were moved to another day, leaving me with a day of relaxing, but I knew I couldn't, not until I quenched this undying thirst for that stupid son of a bitch and his magical touch. It was like whenever I saw him I lost all motor function, like he had done a spell on me. If he wanted to, I'd be on the floor for him, doing things I'd never do for anyone else. And what makes it worse is that he knew what effect he had on me. What made it worse was that I've seen the way my members look at him, the way other idols look at him.

He works at a popular restaurant among the rich and famous of Seoul, a very luxurious one at that, even for rich people standards. One that offered plenty of privacy for all kinds of famous people. I've seen the way my fellow idols tipped him, the way they'd touch him and make advances. It irked me, especially because he went along with it every time, accepting the small pieces of paper with their numbers they'd slip him. God knows how many of my colleagues he has fucked by now.

I find myself questioning if Karina was able to make him cum like I did. If my unnies from Twice were able to take him as well as I did. If those aunties from Girl's Generation were even able to keep up with him. Like seriously, Taeyeon was over a decade older than him, theres no way he could go all out with her. I felt sick to my stomach thinking about how these whores would be moaning my man's name, but then I realised, he wasn't my man. And that's on me, I suppose. After all a relationship is what he wanted, but it wasn't what I needed. Or at least that's what I thought back then when he asked me. I proposed the idea of staying as fuck buddies, the casual booty call, but seeing how he interacted with women, most of which I'd fuck myself in a heartbeat, made the devil on my shoulder grow rigid and put some bad ideas in my mind.

He spoke to the phone, calling my name, leading me to question whether he had just picked up or if I had left him to talk to himself for god knows how long.

"Noona it's two in the morning, what do you want?", he asked in a raspy, deep voice that made my legs quiver.

"I want you.", I replied as I moved my fingers into my slightly wet panties subconsciously.

"Noona didn't we just fuck yesterday-"

"I don't care I just want you in me."

"But what about your members? Last time Yuna and Yeji almost broke your door in while complaining about the noise."

"We don't have any schedule tomorrow and they're heavy sleepers, they only woke up last time because we started before they fell asleep"

"..."

"Fine I'll see you in ten minutes"

"You'll be here in five or I won't give you any pussy for the rest of the year."

"I'll see you in five minutes."

He arrived quicker then he promised, probably due to the lack of cars, and thereby lack of traffic, outside at this time. We sneakily made our way into my room, trying to not alert anyone, before closing the door behind us and starting immediately. I smashed my lips against his as the familiar taste of his coconut flavoured lip balm made its way into my mouth, his minty fresh breath following soon as his hands roamed around my body. His lips moved in sync with mine, as if he was trying to take the friction from them. His large hands palmed my ass as he tried to finger my asshole, only to be stopped by a wall of an pink, crystal shaped buttplug.

"I've been wanting to try something new", I shyly said as his penetrating gaze landed on my face, looking me into my eyes.

"I can tell", he replied before smirking and capturing my lips again.

We moved backwards towards my bed as I fell back and layed there. My body sprawled out as he took in every bit of skin that I was showing. I felt a bit judged by his look, my body heating up and cheeks forming a small blush as I looked everywhere but his face. My mind, however, went numb as soon as I felt the all too familiar feeling of his hot tongue pressing against my center. His wet muscle expertly moved around, licking and slurping my juiced while his thumb circled around my clit and his fingers curled inside of my pussy. My eyes rolled back as I felt the first of presumably many orgasms approach me. Nobody knew how to touch me like this. I looked down at him, his gaze meeting mine as he stared into my eyes while eating me out, his intense look intensifying the pleasure, pushing me over the edge as my hands grabbed two fistfuls of his hair and pressed his mouth harder against my body. I squirted onto his face, the warm and sticky liquid drenching his entire upper body as he simply opened his mouth and trues catching as much of my juices in his mouth as possible.

Breathing became hard, my vision became blurry as I felt the devil on my shoulder overpowering the angel, putting bad thoughts into my head, telling me to tell my childhood friend to fuck off and let me live my life. Y/n wasn't like anyone else. Everyone was a 'want' but he was a need. And he continued proving that to me every single time we spent time together.

Y/n POV

I looked at Ryujin, her flushed face being lit so beautifully by the moonlight. A cool breeze ran through her room, subconsciously making me shudder as the thought of a possible relationship with her shook me to my core. I was hurt by being turned down, hell who wouldn't be hurt by that, but I guess I wasn't what she wanted.

My life had been a rollercoaster of experiences. When I finished studying culinary arts I didn't expect myself to be working for celebrities all the time, nor did I expect to work in South Korea in the first place. The job was good, though. It paid well, the tips I received were more than friendly and the company was nice. I never thought that I'd become some kind of player but after Ryujin turned me down I sought love in other places, in other people. Deep down I knew there was no place for Ryujin in my heart, at least not anymore. That place belonged to Jimin, or Momo and Mina, or Taeyeon depending on the night, but I just couldn't see myself in a scenario where Ryujin wasn't close by.

The idea of telling her that I didn't want to be 'just' her booty call and borderline sex toy anymore crossed my mind every so often, but that thought was thrown out the window again every time I saw her like this, naked, heavy breathing, flustered and soft under my touch.

When I was woken up from that call I knew it was a bad idea. I knew I should've just ignored it and continued sleeping, coming up with literally any excuse as to why I didn't pick up. But my heart didn't allow that. Much like staying away from sweets during a diet, like quitting smoking or drinking after doing it for so long, I wasn't able to. I craved for her sweetness, I desired the dopamine that was synthesised every single time I saw her smile, stroked her hair while she laid on my chest and vented about the stress she had to suffer from. I was an addict and Ryujin was my drug.

I slowly stood up from my kneeling position, the corners of my mouth dripping with her cum as I licked it clean as well as I could. I ditched my shirt, throwing it somewhere in the corner of Ryujin's room, where it would probably would stay as she was keen to steal my stuff. The light wind, courtesy of the open windows passed by my back, making the hairs on my arm stand up. Although the distant noises of the city could be heard, the room was quiet. Heavy breathing was the only thing anyone could register as Ryujin tried calming herself from her high. In moments like these the devil on my shoulder whispered in my ear, telling me that I should try seducing Ryujin into a relationship, but I knew better, I knew not to hurt myself with ridiculous expectations and delusional ideas.

My brain tried figuring out whether or not any of her members heard her scream just now, as the sudden sounds of metal clashing against each other ripped me out of my train of thought. I looked down and saw a dazed Ryujin fighting my belt for access into my underwear, her senses still a bit cloudy from her high just mere moments ago. A few seconds later, she managed to unbuckle it and in one swift motion threw my pants and boxers onto the ground, my large member smacking her in the face as I kicked both pieces of clothing left on my body away.

According to her, I was the largest she had ever seen. Ryujin never told me, but I knew she had other partners. It was obvious that we both knew that we weren't meant for each other, we both knew falling for each other would be a mistake, but something pulled us together. I always cursed at god for making me feel these one sided, unreciprocated feelings for her, as I thought this was a cruel, sick prank pulled by the one above us as a way of punishing me for not going to church that often anymore but whether I liked it or not, it didn't change anything.

Ryujin, once again took me out of my mental dilemma as she started stroking my dick, her fingers brushing against the tip, spreading my precum around the member, using it as lubricant. She looked up at me, a small blush still on her cheeks while her mouth curved into a smirk, followed by a lip bite. Her left hand soon joined in pleasuring me as she started fondling my balls before, finally, taking my cock into her mouth.

Her throat felt tight, wet and hot. Her tongue brushed across my base, stopping only to lick the tip as she played with the slit on my head. Her throat muscles worked around my shaft as her head continued going down inch by inch, desperate to throat everything and reach the base. I grabbed her hair, making a makeshift pony tail as to keep the hair out of her face. The formerly silent room was now filled with wet slurping noises and gagging sounds as she impaled her face on my crotch.

I closed my eyes in pleasure as my hips started moving on their own, fucking into Ryujin's throat, reaching as deep as she could take, before I slowly backed up and allowed her to breathe. Ryujin gasped for air, her saliva connecting her lips with my dick in a long string of spit. Her chin was soaked, spit and precum dripping down it and onto her sheets. Ryujin practically pulled me into her as she formed a tight vacuum around my dick, blowing bubbles at the tip before going back down and deep throating as much as she could fit.

The oral pleasure continued for a while, my climax nowhere near close but making itself known before I pulled myself out of her and told her to lay down with her legs spread. Ryujin looked me in the eyes hungrily, for the first time this night without blushing at the mere sight of me, indicating that she had reached the 'zone', a state in which one is focused on nothing but the task at hand. Her body was godly, something straight out of a painting, often making me question whether or not she was real, a feeling I felt every time I saw an idol up close.

Her pussy was soaked, a small bush visible, wet from a mixture of her arousal and my own saliva from before. Her nipples were erect, her chest rising and falling as she looked at me in anticipation. Her hair clung to her forehead as sweat glistened on her body.

"Are you going to stare at me the whole time or will you start fucking me soon?", she asked annoyed.

I rolled my eyes at her antics. I knew she didn't mean that. She had told me before that she appreciated it greatly how obviously I thought she was gorgeous. Ryujin had a hard time in the beginning of her career due to the ridiculous beauty standards in that field and the entitled and obnoxious netizens. She had always looked great, and I admired her ever since she debuted and we got to know each other, but she still got harassed online because of her looks. I remember last year, in the night of their 'Loco' release, she called me crying, in fear of what people would say about her. To me, that night will always stay close to my heart. We didn't have sex that night. I didn't want to. It felt wrong, like I was abusing her vulnerability. I think that that night changed everything about us.

I leaned down, kissing her as I knew this was the only way of shutting her up. My hands rubbed her inner thighs, kneading the soft flesh before aligning my cock and pushing inside her. Her pussy stretched around my member, her eyes rolling back as her body became even more flushed than it was before. Her chest started rising and falling faster as she adapted to the new feeling. Ryujin wrapped her legs around my torso and her hands around my neck as I felt her lips kissing and sucking my neck and collarbone. I thrusted into her, reaching as deep as I could inside her pussy as her moans grew louder and louder, to the point where, no matter how heavy of a sleeper her members were, I'm sure they'd wake up.

The sounds of cars honking and drunk adults shouting was now entirely blended out as Ryujin's room filled with mewls and groans of our names, the former being much louder than the ladder. Skin slapped against each other, wet squelching noises being produced as my dick slid in and out of her soaked womanhood, her nails digging into my back as she searched for anything to hold on to. Ryujin threw her head back into the pillows to the point where it looked like she was trying to disappear inside them. Her legs shook before becoming jelly as her mouth hung open and her screams grew louder. She tightened her grip around me as her walls contracted around my cock, milking me dry another orgasm hit her.

With one last cry she pushed my head into her shoulder and moaned my name into my ear as her juices sprayed all over my torso and the sheets of her bed. My hips never stopped moving as I felt my own high coming soon. I burrier myself deep as I felt her tap my shoulder, indicating that I should pull out. My thrusts grew sloppy and less consistent as the thought of leaving this comforting warmth broke through my mind like a sledgehammer, before I ultimately pulled out and stroked myself for the last few seconds, erupting in a sea of semen, coating Ryujin's toned stomach, her breasts and nipples and her face.

I fell back onto my ass as I tried catching my breath, sweat dripping down my forehead as I felt a pair of eyes on my frame.

3rd Person POV

Ryujin slowly stood up, her legs having little to no energy left in them as she scooped up the cum from her body and put it into her mouth. Her breathing was still heavy, uncontrolled, but as was her lust. Her needs weren't satisfied, her frustration with the situation she had put herself in wasn't gone and as weren't her feelings. Ryujin looked at Y/n, like a predator would look at its prey, even though their dynamic was more like predator and weaker predator, and slowly crawled towards him.

"You can still go, right?"

"You did say you wanted to try something new", he responded as his arms wrapped around her body, playing with her the outside of the diamond shaped plug inside her asshole.

He slowly pulled at it, before pushing it back in, teasing her and making her anticipation rise. Every time she felt him pulling at her plug her breath hitched, yet he never fully committed to it until finally, with a satisfying *pop* she felt her puckered hole feel a lot less full.

She looked at Y/n as he examined the pink diamond shaped object in his hand before throwing it to the side and kissing Ryujin again, this time with much more vigor.

The pair fell back onto the bed, their hands exploring each others bodies for what felt like the fiftieth time this night. Y/n's lips traveled across her body, leaving marks in every area he knew she would hide on stage as Ryujin's breathy voice called out to him.

"Y-Y/n. There's a- mHm bottle of lube in the fIRST drawer AHH"

Y/n's left arm roamed around the drawer until finding the small bottle of neutral scented lube.

"Turn around", he told her, completely neglecting any kind of honorific towards his elder.

Ryunjin did as told without opening her mouth, pushing her head into her pillows, arching her back and putting her ass up, swaying it lightly as if she was teasing Y/n.

Y/n took in the view in front of him, her glistening pussy, dripping in arousal, the cum from before still on her lower stomach, her asshole clenching as if it was trying to suck him in. He leaned down, sticking his tongue out as he licked around her asshole making the hairs on Ryujin's body stand up from the new sensation. His hands spread her ass cheeks apart as he dove in, eating her out and lubricating with his saliva.

Ryujin's moans grew loader as the new sensation befell her, Y/n's tongue doing wonders on her as she pushed her head deeper into the pillow and her ass harder against Y/n's awaiting tongue.

After a few minutes of oral pleasure he stopped, the warm feeling of his wet tongue being replaced by cold lube which he spread around her asshole before taking two fingers and sliding them in, spreading it and stretching Ryujin's unused hole even more. He took a generous amount of the same lube and put it on his hard member, spreading it by giving it a few strokes before aligning it between her ass cheeks and slowly inserting himself.

The feeling was different to her other two holes. It was tighter, rougher and warmer. It was almost suffocating, as if it was quite literally sucking him in and keeping him there. Ryujin shuddered as she felt herself stuffed to a degree unknown to her up to that point. She bit the pillowcases as to not scream in pleasure, her knuckles turning white as she held onto the sheets tightly.

They stayed in that position for a while, Y/n giving his lover enough time to get adjusted to the feeling before slowly thrusting in and out of her. He threw his head back in pleasure as Ryujin's tight hole sucked him dry, using any kind of self control he had to not cum inside her immediately.

Y/n, not wanting to reach his climax first, decided to play unfairly. He grabbed Ryujin's hair, making her look up at him as he thrusted into her. He kissed her, her eyes being shut closely as pleasure overtook her. His other hand slapped her ass cheeks, altering between the two, leaving both of them red with his hand print on them. He soon switched tactics, letting Ryujin's head fall into her pillow and instead using one hand to stimulate her pussy. His fingers trailed around her labia, teasing her, before sticking them in, penetrating her from two ends at the same time. In the meantime, his thumb circled around her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

All of this stimulation soon culminated into her high, the biggest one for the night, as she screamed in a volume that surely had woken up at least one person, her pussy spraying what had to be the equivalent of a small waterfall of cum onto the now completely soaked through sheets under them. Her body collapsed and fell down onto the bed as her legs trembled and her eyes kept shut.

Y/n continued thrusting into her, now in a prone bone position. He was satisfied with his work and now allowed himself to cum. He continued thrusting, deep and hard, his member pulsating with each passing second before finally exploding in a wave of long, thick, hot and sticky spurts of sperm, painting and coating the entirety of Ryujin's insides white.

He held himself above her for a few seconds, unloading everything he had, before his arms gave up and he fell down next to her, his cock slick due to a mixture of their cum and the lube.

He was a mess, his hair completely all over the place, his body sticky with residue of Ryujin's cum and his sweat, his back full of marks caused by Ryujin's nails and his neck and chest full of hickeys.

Ryujin herself was even more of a mess. A pool of thick cum seeping out of her asshole and onto her thighs, her pussy and asscheeks red and beaten up, her body equally as sticky and sweaty and her chest full of hickeys.

The pair caught their breath as Ryujin used whatever strength was left inside her and made her way onto her lover's chest. The two stayed in that position for a while, not saying anything, just listening to each other's heartbeats.

Y/n POV

It was as if time had stopped. I looked at her sleeping figure and smiled to myself. It was a bittersweet feeling. My heart longed for something more than whatever we were having, but I knew it wasn't possible. I sighed as I stood up, quietly as to not wake her up. I put my clothes on in silence, going to her drawer and taking out a small piece of paper. I wrote a note on it, explaining where I'd gone to, and kissed her on her forehead, leaving afterwards. It was probably better that way.

Dear Ryujin,

I apologise for not staying the night, noona, but I have work in the morning and I'm sure you'd rather rest in an empty bed than one where I'd take up most of the space. I put as much as I could into the washing machine but you still need to change the sheets. I've been thinking about our situationship for a long time and I now know that I can't do this anymore. I can't just stay friends with benefits. It's not what I need, nor is it what I want. I apologise again for doing it this way, but I think it's the easiest and least painful way to do it. I will always hold you close to my heart and I will always be glad to cater to your and your group's needs, but I can't stand the idea of having you and still not having you, if you know what I mean.

Love always,

Y/n.

I sighed as I exited the room, closing the door slowly behind me.

"You know the two of you really need how to learn to be quiet.", a voice called out to me.

"Jesus, Yeji noona, you scared the shit out of me"

"YOU woke me up like three times. Seriously there's no way your dick is that good."

"Noona-"

"If not for Ryujin stealing you I'd have tried for myself but-"

"Yeji, me and Ryujin will not be seeing each other anymore.", I interrupted her.

"Oh-"

"I should get going. Sorry for waking you up, I hope you have a good night, though."

As I opened the door I felt a pair of arms wrap around my body. My heart dropped as I thought this was Ryujin but my nose told me it was someone else.

"If you want to talk about it, I'm always here to listen to you, Y/n", Yeji said in a small voice.

"Thank you noona, I really appreciate it."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not right now, thank you."

"Thats fine. Just remember, whenever you need someone, I'll always be here, with open arms and open legs-"

"Love you too, noona. Stay safe and have a good night. I'll see you sometime at the restaurant.", I said while going out the door.

I made my way to my car, walking across the parking lot quickly. It was a cool night, a light breeze but nothing too serious. I opened the door and just sat there, starring into space and thinking about nothing in particular. I felt something drop on my lap and realised that I had been crying. Silent tears rolled down my face as I realised my biggest fear had come true.

My relationship with Ryujin was no more.

A small buzz from my pocket took me out of my frozen state as I went to check the notification. It was just Yeji texting me once again that she felt sorry for whatever happened and that she'd be there to listen to me.

I replied to her and just as I was about to close my phone, another message popped up.

Taeyeon🤍

>hey Y/nn~ I don't know if you're still up, I don't even know why I'm up myself but the preparations for my concert have just finished and I was thinking about you before going to sleep ;)

>are you free this weekend? I'd love to have you at my concert, I could get you backstage if you wanted to.

>there will be a lot of my old colleagues and other idols but I still feel like I'll perform better with your support.

>I can also give you a private show afterwards if you want, you know as a thank you for all the tasty meals you've given me in your restaurant and my bedroom ;)

>let me know if you have time, I'd love to have you there~

'hey noona, i'm still awake, can't sleep tonight haha.i'd love to be there and i actually don't have anything planned for this weekend. it'd be an honour to be backstage and support you from up close, you know how much i love you and your music. i was actually thinking about meeting up tomorrow, do you have time or is your schedule still busy from preparations and last minute rehearsals?'<

Taeyeon🤍

>I'm a bit busy tomorrow but you know I can always make time for you, handsome~

>just swing by the SM building tomorrow around 7ish and I'll have my manager pick you up and drive you to my place.

>see you tomorrow~

This woman will be the death of me.

to be continued

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guillotinebypierre · 6 months

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"Hello?"

"Hello? Who are you?"

"Who are YOU. Your number was in my girl's phone."

"Who is your girl, man?"

"Jennie"

"Jennie?"

"Don't play dumb. Are you talking to her or what?"

"Oh man"

"I mean, is she trynna fuck you? Are y'all fucking or something?"

"Look man about that right there, hum"

"I mean, what are you trying to say?"

"..."

"*sigh* Just say it dawg"

--Flashback--

Y/n L/n was a personal trainer. Not exactly a cheap one either.

He works with high end celebrities only, having helped A-list names in Hollywood before until moving to South Korea to work with Kdrama actors.

What was supposed to be a quick trip turned out to take a lot longer. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and months turned into a whole year.

Due to his stacked portfolio finding work was not hard, adapting to Korea, however, was. But he managed.

One day his agent texted him, telling him about a new client that would be paying an insane amount for his work.

His agent had already set up a meeting and so Y/n had to get dressed to meet the clients.

--Y/n POV--

"So tell me again, where we going?"

"YG Entertainment. It's a Kpop company. The basic idea behind this job is that the boss wants his idols to be healthier and to be fit for their next comeback, and your job is to ensure this happens.", my agent told me as we arrived in front of a very large building.

We walked into the reception and I let my agent do the talking.

I scanned the area and was in awe at the amazing design it had. This to me pretty much meant that their gym would be perfect.

"Y/n come on they're waiting for us.", my agent said

The building was huge, even bigger than it had seemed from the outside. We got into the elevator and stayed there for what seemed like hours.

*Ding*

"Come on Y/n, they're inside that door at the end of the floor", my manager told me.

I didn't know why, but the formality paired with the vibe of this place made me feel anxious. My palms started sweating and I suddenly felt underdressed for the occasion even though I was wearing a suit.

"Well, no matter what, it's too late for anything now since we're here"

My manager opened the door and inside the room I saw four of the most gorgeous women I had ever laid eyes upon.

The one who caught my eyes the most, however, was a small one with cat like eyes.

"Y/n you're staring", my manager whispered at me and I suddenly became conscious.

A slight blush made it's way to my face and by the quiet giggles made by the girls it was evident they saw it too.

"Hello Mr L/n. My name is Yang Hyun-Suk. As you may have been told, we at YG Entertainment have ordered you here in order for you to help my idols with their physical health. The plan is to, hopefully, keep you in our company for different idols, however, we will be testing you, so to say, with one group first.", the man who I now knew as the CEO told me.

He made a gesture towards the four women in the room and they stood up. I couldn't believe they would be my clients.

"Hello we are BLACKPINK. Please take care of us!", they said in unison.

After quick introductions I found out that they were not only my age but also that the one with the captivating eyes was called Jennie.

I decided to take it easy for our first session and just do some general fitness tests. According to YG the girls were supposed to increase their stamina and remain fit. A very easy task if you ask me. I finished up the day by giving each girl their individual diet plan, given the difference in height, weight and calorie intake. Their diets focussed on gaining weight for now, seeing as their promotions and the comeback were still a long time away.

--time skip--

3rd Person POV

BLACKPINK and Y/n had gotten to know each other for a while now, the five of them quickly becoming very good friends due to both the amount of time spent together and the small difference in ages. Y/n was almost immediately added to the girls' group chat and was much more of a friend then an employee to them.

"Alright Jen give me one more", Y/n told her as he moved behind her to spot her on squats.

"I can't-"

"Jen look at me you got this. Whatever happens I'm right here and I'll help you but I need you to continue. Push your limits, if you fail thats fine. The only way to go from failure is up, but to get up you need to fail so take a deep breath and give me one fucking more rep!", Y/n interrupted her.

The three other members, already having finished their workout and currently catching their breath on the side of the squat rack smiled at the situation. Y/n was an incredibly sweet person but he sure as hell could be a pain in the ass if he wanted to.

Jennie took her breath in and bent her knees, her upper body following as she squatted, deep, before pushing her feet into the ground and grunting in desperate attempts of moving the weight up one more time. She gritted her teeth as her hair stuck onto her sweaty forehead, her clothes soaked with sweat and water she used to cool herself down, her breaths being sporadic and irregular, trying everything to get as much oxygen inside her as possible. She looked into the mirror in front of her, seeing Y/n's handsome features looking into her eyes showing a look of reassurance, before she shook her head, indicating that she was feeling the last bit of power she had inside her leave her body at alarming speeds.

Her eyes closed, coming to term with the fact that ahe'd probably fall down with the weight on top of her, before suddenly realising she was not going down but instead going up at a speed she had never reached before. She felt a pair of muscular arms wrap under her arms as she opened her eyes and looked into the mirror, seeing that Y/n had jumped in and was now easily pulling her and the weight up.

He helped her rerack the bar before holding up his hand for a high five. He smiled reassuringly at her, proving that he truly meant his pride in failure from before, before reaching down and giving her a bottle of water. He helped her move towards the bench where the rest of her members were seated before taking out his phone and calling their manager, saying that they were done and that the girls needed a ride.

The gym wasn't at the YG building, at least for now. The YG gym was under construction, as Y/n had quite a few criticisms with it due to lack of machines as well as 'questionable' architecture, as he put it. Hence why YG rented out a nearby gym for the time being. It wasn't that big, but it did the job.

The girls continued catching their breaths before Y/n walked up to them.

"Your manager is coming in like 20 minutes. Traffic is horrible right now. You girls should go change, you'll probably need those 20 minutes to get done."

He went up to them and offered a hand, which all of them gladly took, Jennie being the first one to do so, all thought nobody knew whether it was due to the arm it was attached to or the idea of finally going home.

Y/n walked them towards the changing rooms before sitting down on the bench near the entrance and waiting. 15 minutes later he received a message by their manager, telling him that she had arrived, and just as he stood up, as if on cue, the girls appeared.

Y/n bid each of them his goodbye before watching them go out. He, however, noticed that Jennie went to a different car. He saw a figure get out and hug her before bending down and giving her a long kiss. The manager drove off with the other three as the pair continued kissing and catching up. Y/n got a better look at the guy and realised it was Kim Jongin, or Kai, also known as Jennies boyfriend.

They had never met each other, but knew of each other's existence. And as far as Y/n knew, Kai was not exactly a fan of the girls having a male trainer, saying that it was indecent and whatnot, but being immediately shut down by Jen and the others when he talked about it. He had also been told by Rosé and Lisa that Jennie wasn't exactly satisfied with Kai, which was a bit too much information, but quite hilarious either way as it made his insecurity a lot more understandable.

Nevertheless Y/n went on with his day, finally getting into his own workout. He structured it similarly to how he did it with the girls, which basically meant he worked out the same body parts as they did on the same days, which meant he was doing legs now. He started off with squats, before going on with RDLs and then doing some accessory work. His workout went great and he was very much unbothered before his phone suddenly went haywire with notifications.

the pinks and Y/nn

rosie

>@/jen was Kai on some bullshit again?🤔

lisa🤓

>he looked MADDDDDD😭😭

jisoo👵

>jen is surely dead by now, I thought he would be storming into the gym and try to fight Y/nn

>and who put that goddamn granny emoji next to my name again😒

y/nn

what happened😨<

rosie

>jens man started talking heavy again, talking bout how he wanted to 'have a little chat with our personal trainer' or whatever🤦🏼‍♀️

lisa🤓

>he thinks jen is fucking you y/nn💔

y/nn

WHAT😭😭😭<

jisoo👵

>ikr it's ridiculous, we all know I'd be getting dick first out of all of us

rosie

>alright now take your meds grandma

lisa🤓

>none of y'all can shake ass like I do I think I'd win by that alone

y/nn

you girls know I'm still in this groupchat right?<

jen

>girls...

>kai went through my phone looking for 'evidence' of me cheating

rosie

>oh thats not...

jisoo👵

>did he find anything?

lisa🤓

>omg did he get Y/nn's number?

jen

>no i unsaved his contact quickly lol, all he found was our chats between us four

Y/n put his phone away, having rested enough while also laughing about the absurdity of the situation. He sure as hell wasn't scared of Kai, but then again he was sure idols had good lawyers so he didn't want to risk anything. He also thought about what the girls said before, and realised that his small crush for Jennie never left. How could it, really. She was gorgeous.

--time skip--

A few days had passed since that incident and the group was now once again working legs. There wasn't much that changed in the dynamic of the five, and they regularly laughed about Kai's obsessive and paranoid behaviour, but Y/n did notice something. Jennie had become much more clingy towards him and was a lot closer to him than before.

"Y/n can you help me with this?", Jennie called him out of his thoughts.

"Sure what do you need?", Y/n asked, questioning why she'd need a spot during laying hamstring curls.

"Just, you know how you touch my lats during lat pulldowns so I feel more muscle activation? I want you to do that here too because I don't really feel my hamstrings and glutes working-"

"Jen I don't think it's appropriate for me to touch you like this-"

"Don't be a pussy Y/nn just touch her fucking ass", Lisa screamed from the other side of the gym.

Y/n looked at her before looking back at Jennie, questioning one last time whether she was serious or not. She nodded at him, answering his question, before laying down and starting the exercise.

Y/n sighed before touching her hips with the tips of his fingers, still cautious as to not make her uncomfortable, before realising that she wasn't saying anything against it and putting more pressure on it, just as he would with any other body part.

Jennie finished her sets and thanked him, before following him towards the last few exercises for the session.

Their workout soon came to an end, with Jennie continuously wanting Y/n's undivided attention and touch. As Y/n waited once again for the girls to come out, he noticed three pairs of shoes standing in front of him as he scrolled through his phone. He looked up and was met with Lisa, Rosé and Jisoo.

"Y/nn, we finished already but Jen is taking a while. Manager-unnie will take us but I think Kai is picking up Jennie again. Have a nice day, Y/nn, we'll text you once we're at the dorm."

"Stay safe and don't annoy your manager too much", he said with a smile before waving at them.

Y/n continued mindlessly scrolling through his phone before suddenly hearing his name being called by Jennie.

"Y/nn can you help me with something please?", a phrase he had heard all too often today.

"Sure but are you dressed-"

"Yes, just please come in, I promise it's quick.

Y/n walked in, his hand slowly raising as he prepared to put it in front of his eyes if Jennie were to not be clothed, navigating through the changing room in caution. He arrived and saw Jennie, wrapped up in a bathrobe, smiling at him.

"What do you need, Jen?"

"I can't reach my bag, can you get it for me?"

"Sure"

Y/n walked up and started looking for it in the top shelf, his height easily allowing him to get a good look at it, before grabbing it and turning around.

"Here you go Jen-"

He looked up and saw her, smiling, with her bathrobe on the floor. Her small, perky breasts on display, her visibly wet snatch with a small landing strip looking at him. Y/n tried putting his hands in front of his eyes but Jennie grabbed them, forcing him to look at her.

"Jennie what are you doing, you have a boyfriend-"

"Please Y/nn. Kai? I've been wanting to get away from him. He ain't fucking me like he's supposed to, he's toxic, controlling and I feel so unhappy with him. I've had my eyes on you ever since you joined our company. You got what I want, need and like. I deserve better, and you are better", Jennie interrupted him.

"But you're still in a relationship-"

"Y/nn you have a literal model in front of you, telling you how she likes you and wants to fuck you, and you're worried about that? I'll break up with him, I promise, just give me this, give me you right now. Please?", she said while pouting slightly.

"*sigh* This is a horrible decision but if you're breaking up with him I guess it wouldn't-"

He was cut off by her smashing her lips against his, her hands roaming around his body, tugging at his shirt in hopes of ripping it open, while her tongue forced its way into his mouth.

"You talk too much. Use that pretty mouth of yours for other things", Jennie told him as he broke contact off for a second in order to take his shirt off, exposing goods Jennie had never had the pleasure of seeing in all their glory. She stared at his sculptured abs, his large pecs, round deltoids, muscular and veiny arms, realising why he was such a desired trainer in the first place. She realised just how much his baggy clothes normally hid, her mind wandering off and thinking about what else he was hiding under his clothes.

Jennie tugged at his pants next, grabbing the waistband of both his underwear and pants and pulling them away in one swift motion, exposing inches upon inches of his thick, meaty rod. Her lips, all four of them, becoming exited, her mouth watering as she silently cursed herself for not asking for his 'help' sooner, while also making a mental note to brag to her members about this.

She was pulled out of her trance as her hair was pulled, her face being subsequently pulled up to look at her lover for the night as he smashed his lips onto hers. The pair exchanged saliva, hungrily looking for any form if skin they could touch of their significant other as Y/n put his hands around Jennie's hips, tapping her ass slightly as she got the message and wrapped her long, slender legs around his frame. He walked with her towards the showers before closing the door and turning them on, effectively steaming the room in more ways then one.

Hot beads of water fell down onto his muscular back as Jennie slowly slid down his body and onto her knees, kissing and licking his abs as she did, before arriving at her main attraction, grabbing it by its base and pumping it a few times. She continued by slapping it around her face, comparing it's sizes, then taking her pink tongue out and slapping the large cock onto it. She wrapped her lips around it, fitting as much as she was able to inside her small mouth before going down and coming back up, before going down again, a bit further than before. Y/n took a fistful of her long black hair into his hands, guiding her down his shaft as she slowly coated a large majority of his penis in a layer of saliva. Her right hand played with his heavy balls, which were full of semen, while her left stroked the part of Y/n's dick that she wasn't able to reach.

Y/n threw his head back in pleasure before looking down and seeing black orbs starring at him, her nostrils flaring up slightly before she backed up and released his member with a loud *pop*. She continued stroking him, before standing up again and smashing her lips against his once more. Y/n's hands found their way between Jennie's legs as his fingers played around, teasing her labia while his thumb circled over her sensitive clit. Jennie's hands suddenly went down, too, and took Y/n's away as he heard her whisper into his ears.

"I don't need foreplay, I am wet enough. I've been wet enough for weeks."

Before jumping up and wrapping her legs around his stature once again. Y/n put his hands under her ass, holding her, before turning them over and pressing her back against the shower wall. He then took his member, positioning it against her wet pussy before slowly inserting. The heat was insanity, the hot shower they were in becoming a snow blizzard in comparison, her walls clamping and contracting around him, shaping themselves and forming a perfect sleeve for his member and memorising each individual vein. His hips continued moving forward as Jennie's eyes rolled back into her skull, her hands interlocking behind his neck and pulling him even closer, hugging him in desperate need of something to hold on to. Her legs shook, her power slowly leaving her as the fatigue from training in addition to the thick penis of her lover entering her came crashing down on her like a waterfall.

Her mouth hung open, tongue out as she arched her back in pleasure and ecstasy. This was uncharted territory for her, Y/n reaching depths that none of her past relationships had reached before.

"You doing all right?", he asked

"Y-Yeah just, just give me a min-minute", Jennie said while catching her breath.

Y/n rubbed circles around her back, helping her calm down, before slowly moving his hips in order to get her accustomed to the feeling. Seeing her gradual improvement in living with this sensation of fullness inside of her, Y/n moved faster, his hips slamming into her crotch as the bathroom filled with a mixture of slapping noises, both from the water falling onto the floor and the skin of his thighs slapping against the skin of her thighs. Jennie's voice became higher, higher than it had ever been in any recording booth, her moans becoming louder and more uneven, her breaths became sporadic and irregular, trying everything to get as much oxygen inside her as possible as her body almost exploded due to sensory overload.

Her orgasm came down onto her like a cold shower, contrasting the warmth of the actual shower she was supposed to be having right now, as she felt her whole body tense up and give up, her legs shaking and slumping down, her arms scratching Y/n's muscular back in hopes of clinging onto him, her head falling onto his shoulder as he damn near fucked her unconscious. She screamed his name, loudly, her exclamation echoing in the empty bathroom as her juices sprayed out, coating Y/n's already wet crotch and legs even more. Her walls became tighter, milking Y/n as he, too, reached a boiling point, burying himself as deep as possible into Jennie before exploding inside her and releasing all of his cum into her walls.

They stayed in each others arms for what seemed like years, his cum leaking out of her pretty pussy, falling onto the floor and being washed away by the water coming out of the shower head. The pair looked at each other before smiling, both of them breathing in desperately trying to catch their breath, before Jennie tried to stand up, her wobbly legs making the task a lot more difficult than it should be. Y/n helped her up, like he always did, before the pair decided to shower off the stench of sex and each other's fluids of.

The pair finished their shower as Y/n helped Jennie get dressed again, helping her out and waiting for her ride to come pick her up. He noticed a car driving up and slowly went inside again, Kai soon arriving and stepping out to meet his girlfriend. He noticed the silhouette of Y/n inside the building and decided to 'put on a show', initiating a make out session that was cut short due to Jennie's tiredness. The pair drove off as Y/n began his workout in solitude.

--time skip to later in the day--

Y/n's phone buzzed for what felt like the fiftieth time in the past minute or so as he got out of the shower, this time at his place.

the pinks and y/nn

rosie

>so how big is he @/jen

jisoo😒

>RIGHT i saw the way you were limping @/jen that wasn't due to the legday

lisa🤓

>no way you got dicked down before me🤦🏻‍♀️

>@/y/nn i can throw it back on the dick better than her! do me next please i wanna walk around with a limp too😒

y/nn

i hate you girls sometimes<

rosie

>i wouldnt mind getting hate fucked either tbh

jen

>girls bad news

lisa🤓

>look at ms. 'i got the best dick of my life tonight' talking about bad news, girl be serious you should be CHEERING

jen

>i'm serious

>i was napping and kai took my phone

>i forgot to hide y/nn's number

>@/y/nn i'm sorry😭😭 idk what he's gonna do, but i think he's gonna call you

jisoo😒

>if she gets into relationship problems i call dibs on Y/nn

rosie

>thats horrible jen😨

>also no you don't grandma😒 y/nn clearly loves blondes the most

lisa🤓

>holy shit jen💀

>none of y'all could ride the dick like me he's MINE first then y'all can have y'alls fun

>@/y/nn if you need to relieve some stress call me bby☺️🥰

y/nn

an unknown number is calling me right now<

this should be interesting<

--flashback end--

"Nothing happened man"

"You're bullshitting me"

"Your girlfriend is just unhappy with your relationship, she thinks you're controlling and toxic, and honestly dude, you are."

"Who do you think you are to comment on my relationship, bitch"

"All I'm saying is that she came to ME to talk about how much of a pain in the ass you are. Don't blame me if she breaks up with you."

"I swear to god when I see you I'll beat your ass-"

"Sure thing buddy *ends call*"

*buzz*

Jen

>hey y/nn, i'm breaking it off tonight. the girls' dorm is too far away from here, do you think you could pick me up and let me spend the night at yours?

y/nn

sure jen, just lmk when you need to be picked up, also text your manager<

jen

>thanks so much y/nn, i'll be sure to make it up to you once i'm there

>i'll give you a proper thanks, dont worry ;)

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guillotinebypierre · 6 months

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Club culture was a crazy thing.

Especially in South Korea, where apparently young people only knew how to socialise if alcohol was involved.

Y/n was not a fan of clubs. Never had been and he had sworn to himself that he would never be a fan. Good thing the place they were going to was no club.

"Yo Y/n are you busy next weekend?", his friend Jongin asked him. Yes, THE Jongin, as in Kai from EXO.

Y/n worked as a photographer. A very good one at that. So good in fact, that Kai requested him to become his personal photographer after a fateful photoshoot for his solo debut, thus creating a somewhat surprising friendship. To Y/n, Jongin was just another regular dude who was a really nice person but could also be a fucking pain in the ass. He could, however, not deny that he enjoyed the behind the scenes looks he was able to get by knowing someone in the industry.

"No I'm free, all my schedules for photoshoots end on friday. Why'd you ask, though? You have something in mind?", Y/n asked while mindlessly scrolling through his Instagram home page.

"I was invited to a party, and I want you to come with me-"

"Jongin you know I don't do well with alcohol and clubs", Y/n cut him off.

"Dude, relax! It's not a club and nobody is gonna force alcohol down your throat. It's just a simple get together between me and my friends! Nothing over the top, I promise.", he reassured him.

This seemed like a trap. All of Y/n's alarms were ringing but, for whatever reason, he decided to go with it and agree.

And that brings us back to the start of the story. Y/n and Jongin sat in the back of a black limousine that was driving them to a huge mansion in a rather secluded, gated community a bit away from central Seoul. The area was quite beautiful, luxurious houses equipped with the most insane looking backyards, pools, basketball, tennis and football fields Y/n had ever seen before. Palm trees everywhere, something very out of character for Seoul. It was almost as if they had tried to mimic an American aesthetic or whatever.

The two men continued being driven up the seemingly never ending hill, Jongin being all giggly and basically jumping around in joy like a small child whose mother had just allowed him to eat candy for dinner. As the pair's chauffeur suddenly stopped the car, dread started filling Y/n's thoughts as he became self conscious and felt underdressed. He was wearing a simple outfit, consisting of a black Prada polo shirt that hugged his muscular chest and biceps while accentuating his small waist. He had on black dress pants with a designer belt and to top it all off some Prada loafers.

Jongin originally told him to dress casual but he still felt like, given the circles Jongin tends to hang out in, he should make himself presentable. They got out of the car and it was as if Y/n was shellshocked. They stood in a cul de sac, around them similar expensive limousines transporting all kinds of celebrities. Y/n looked around at the estate in front of him, loud music blasting out of the open windows and doors while atmospheric lights bathed the room in a sultry and sensual ambience.

He looked around once more, now acknowledging the people who were attending this 'party'. He saw members of NCT, people he was all too familiar with due to doing photoshoots for their most recent album. He also saw multiple girl groups, most noticeably Red Velvet and TWICE. The former of which he had known very well, the ladder of which being an almost unachievable dream of his as apparently JYPE had some kind of policy prohibiting them from hiring him due to him having worked with their 'rivals'.

"Dude are you just gonna stare or are you going to join me and get your ass inside?", Jongin said while smirking at him.

"What happened to the 'simple get together', Kai?"

This was a bad sign for Jongin. Y/n only ever used his stage name when he fucked up.

"Alright hear me out, I had to lie! You wouldn't have come otherwise and you would've missed out on so much fun man", Jongin tried to explain himself while pulling Y/n inside the mansion.

As they got inside Y/n immediately smelled the alcohol in the air, paired with the smell of greasy food, curtesy of the amount of pizzas and fried chicken laid out on the tables for the guests to eat. He hated to admit it but these celebrities sure knew how to throw a party.

---------------------------------------------------

The night picked up pace incredibly quickly, the onslaught of new guests apparently being over. It was going on full blast, drunk idols making out and laughing like maniacs wherever one would look. Y/n, still without a single ounce of alcohol inside his system, had lost sight of his friend. He thought that Jongin was either passed out drunk, getting laid or was kidnapped, and decided to just go outside and relax by the pool.

He stood at the edge of the backyard, overlooking the city, which was now only visible due to its skyscrapers and bright lights illuminating the dark sky. He sighed, battling himself mentally on whether to call it a day or not and just go home without Jongin before a raspy voice interrupted his thought process.

"I've never seen you before, at these kinds of parties, you know? Are you a newly debuted idol?"

"Oh no I'm not an idol at all, just a plus one-"

"Well Mr. Plus One, mind if I take the spot next to you?", she interrupted him.

"Sure"

She stepped up next to him, allowing him to take a clear look at her face and finally getting him to realise who he was talking to the whole time.

Hirai Momo. Momoring. The Dancing Mochine. Twice's Main Dancer. 1/3 of the JLine, whatever you want to call her.

"What's up tiger? Cat got your tongue?", she asked him as she turned to face him.

"No I just didn't expect to speak to someone like you tonight-"

"What's that supposed to mean", she asked fake insulted

"That I didn't expect to meet an A-lister tonight

She smiled at him, a small blush forming on her cheeks, either from his compliment or the alcohol being breathed in like air at this party.

The night continued like this for the pair as they got to know each other more and more. They had chemistry together, their conversation bouncing off each other naturally and progressing naturally, neither one feeling bored and reciprocating each other's energy. The sound of the party behind them seemingly drowned out as they only had eyes for each other.

"You know Mr. Plus-One-"

"It's Y/n. Y/n L/n. Nice to meet you Ms. Hirai-"

"You can call me Momo, handsome", Momo said while starring into his eyes.

"As I was saying, what did you do to get to this party? Whose plus one are you exactly?"

"Jongin. Or Kai, from EXO. His name depends on how angry I am at him"

"Makes sense now. Of course someone like him would be friends with a guy as hot as you. What do you do for a living, Y/n. Like how did you get to meet someone in the industry?"

"I'm a photographer. I met Jongin back when he was doing photoshoots for his solo debut. He liked my work so much that he requested for me to be his personal photographer and SM kinda started using me for all their artists. I actually tried applying for JYPE, too, but they rejected me because I worked with SM before. Seems quite petty if you ask me", Y/n replied while taking the last sip of his water.

"You're telling me that I could've gotten your number before if that old geezer didn't have an ego the size of Seoul? I swear to god he will pay for his sins.", Momo replied while laughing and smiling at Y/n.

"Who says that you'd get my number? Someone's confident", Y/n teased her while raising an eyebrow

"Oh please, Y/n. I could get you naked and fuck you right here in front of everyone in like 3 minutes if I wanted to", Momo replied while smirking at him.

The two had moved closer together a while ago and where now touching skin on skin while speaking to each other.

Y/n looked down at Momo and saw her bite her lip while eyeing him up and down, her eyes trailing his lips, then his eyes and back to his lips again.

"Are you currently seeing someone?", she asked while backing off and slowly walking towards the hot tub.

"Nah I'm single. I'm looking for someone right now but there haven't been that many that have caught my attention"

"Am I one if them?"

"I think you can answer that question yourself, Momo"

They soon arrived at the hot tub, Momo bending down and taking off her clothes, exposing her red lacy underwear to him. She looked over her shoulder, seeing as Y/n shamelessly stared at her thick ass, almost as if he was in a trance.

"Are you just gonna watch or do you care to join me, pretty boy?", Momo asked while getting inside the hot tub.

This seemed to shake those thoughts off of Y/n as he began stripping down to his underwear and joined Momo. She swam over to him, her hand immediately interlocking behind his neck as she sat on his lap. She looked him in the eyes, almost waiting for him to make the first move.

"I want to fuck you right now", Y/n said, boldness somehow taking over.

"Then fuck me, baby", Momo said before smashing her lips on his.

They kissed, nay it was more like they tried sucking each other's face off, tongues battling for dominance as neither wanted to back down. Their hands roamed around each other's bodies, Y/n finding his way towards Momo's ass while Momo dug her nails into his wide back, marking her territory.

The pair continued making out as they explored their needs, pleasure taking over both of them as lust dictated their every move. Not wanting to lose any time, Momo unhooked her bra, throwing it away somewhere before pushing her panties to the side and fishing out Y/n's dick out of his underwear. She stroked his cock, getting it hard before aligning the tip and slamming herself down onto his length.

She underestimated how much she could take, closing her eyes in a mixture of pleasure and pain, before biting down onto his shoulder and taking a few moments to relax. Y/n felt her body on top of his as Momo slowly accustomed to his length and thickness before starting to ride him. She moved her hips in an expert way as she threw it back on him, her walls clamping down onto him with each lap she completed riding on top of him. He was so deep inside him that it drove her insane.

Momo leaned down, moaning and groaning into Y/n's ears as her face reddened even more, rivalling her underwear. She viciously rode him, her climax coming closer and closer as if it was inching towards a goal line, her moans becoming more sporadic and breathy rather than drawn out and controlled. Her ample breasts bounced as her breathing quickened, her pussy becoming tighter and tighter around Y/n before she let out one more loud scream in ecstasy and fell down on top of him. Y/n came, too, his cum dripping out and overflowing out of Momo's pussy as the pair caught their breath.

"Do- Do you happen to have a camera with you, Y/n?", Momo suddenly asked.

"Just my phone, why'd you ask?", he replied.

"We need to get a room. Follow me pretty boy"

The lovers jumped out of the hot tub, oblivious to the few idols who were sober enough to witness and register what had just occurred in front of them, before walking inside the mansion and up the stairs. The second floor of the house was somehow even more luxurious than the first one, expensive paintings and vases littered around the walls and floors, a red carpet going all the way to a big double door.

Momo limped towards the door, her legs being almost like jelly, before throwing the doors open and revealing a large king sized bed. She turned around and gestured for Y/n to close and lock the door before jumping on him and kissing him hungrily again.

Y/n walked forward, falling with Momo onto the bed before taking his lips and kissing, biting and licking every part of her body. Just as he was about to go down on her, however, she pulled his hair and said to him

"I've had enough foreplay, fuck me already"

Y/n took his dick, aligned it with her wet snatch and inserted it in her. Her back arched immediately, mouth forming an 'O' shape as her hands reached around to grab literally anything for support. He slowly picked up his pace, moving his hips while also applying force and slamming inside her, fucking her like he had some pain inside him.

Suddenly, he turner around, pushing her head down and having her ass up, before grabbing a fistful of her hair and taking out his phone. He hit record, the phone now picking up on the loud moans, in contrast to the quiet and breathy ones she had let out earlier in the hot tub, these ones seemed like they were for the entirety of Seoul to hear, so everyone knew who this dick belonged to. Y/n pulled her hair, making Momo look at him before letting go and going to town on her ass cheeks, slapping each of them with vigour as the skin rippled and the recoil moved like the waves in a still body of water after being disturbed. Her moans grew louder and more frantic, her eyes forming tears of pleasure as she once again tightened around his base and came with a lot scream of pleasure.

Momo took a few moments to regain her composure, before finding almost superhuman strength and flipping both of them over so now she was on top, riding Y/n like a Harley. She looked him in the eyes, a hungry expression on her face. Her juices flowed down her thighs, souvenirs of her prior climaxes as she began riding him without falling off. She decided to get nasty with him, spitting into his mouth before inserting her tongue in and playing with it, exchanging saliva with Y/n.

Her hips, once again, moved in a circular motion as she felt every single piece of her lovers dick, her insides memorising every vein, every inch stretching her out like nothing had before. Sweat beads trickled down her forehead, the two of them coated in a layer of it as the exercise tired them out. Her hands were on his abs for stability, her head thrown into the air as she felt things she had never felt before.

Y/n started feeling like his climax was coming soon, the boiling sensation in his core greeting him as he watched Momo's breast bounce around while she jumped up and down on him, impaling herself with his dick.

"Momo I'm close."

"Alright pull out, I want it on my face"

He pulled out of her, Momo going onto her knees while sticking her tongue out, her fingers playing with her pussy and nipples as Y/n stroked his cock, the visual imagery becoming too much as he soon erupted in a geyser of hot, white, thick and sticky semen that covered Momo's entire face.

Y/n fell back onto the bed as Momo scooped the cum up with her fingers and put it in her mouth. She walked, or rather wobbled, around before grabbing a towel and cleaning her face. She then, too, fell back into the bed and almost immediately fell asleep after cuddling with Y/n.

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The next morning Y/n woke up relatively early, stretching his arms before realising that he was alone in bed. He looked towards the table in the centre of the room and found a note.

"Hey handsome,

this is Momo. Thank you for giving me the best night of my life. Unfortunately, I had schedules so I left early, but I would love to see you again. I left you my number at the bottom of the page and I hope to hear from you soon.

P.S. I will speak to JYP about hiring your fine ass for a photoshoot for TWICE.

take care, tiger

love, Momo xoxo"

Y/n smiled to himself before pocketing the note and walking downstairs, finding Jongin passed out on a coach surrounded by other drunk idols. He picked Jongins phone up and called for the manager to get him.

"I swear he will be the death of me"

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guillotinebypierre · 7 months

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Sex,

A sexual activity typically involving the insertion and thrusting of the penis into the vagina for sexual pleasure or reproduction.

Historically, the reasons people have sex have been assumed to be few in number and simple to understand. In nature, to reproduce, to experience pleasure, or to relieve sexual tension. Several theoretical perspectives suggest that motives for engaging in sexual intercourse may be larger in number and psychologically complex in nature, meaning that sex helps people form bonds, no matter if they're purely off sexual attraction or emotional attachment.

In theory, one night stands are thus something positive as one can live through all the good parts of sex without the attachment.

Or so you thought.

Y/n L/n never liked one night stands. At least until a certain point.

Back in 2015, when he was still a young and innocent boy, only 18 years of age he had gotten the opportunity of a lifetime, getting to work overseas with incredible pay and getting to know a totally different culture than the one he was used to.

So he took it.

In January 2015 Y/n went to South Korea and studied and worked there for 8 months. 8 months in which he got to know and got to love the culture. He wanted to stay longer, but he knew he couldn't. He had a life back in his home country. He had family, he had school and he had a girlfriend.

But that mindset changed entirely when he came home and found said girlfriend cheating on him as those 6 months were apparently 'too long' for her to wait for him.

This put Y/n in a bad situation, literally, as he had declined the company's offer of moving to South Korea , and figuratively, as he was mentally fucked up from that emotional abuse.

Y/n ran towards the organizers, calling them frantically and asking if there was a way for the offer to be reinstated, and much to his surprise, they gladly took him back in and got his ass on a flight the next day.

He didn't realize it yet, or maybe he just didn't want to admit it to himself, but he had already started missing South Korea. He boarded the plane, his phone constantly vibrating as his (now ex) girlfriend kept calling and texting him asking for forgiveness, but he didn't pay her no mind as he shut his phone off and smiled while watching the plane take off.

Y/n landed after what was a surprisingly calming 14 hour flight and got picked up by a chauffeur from the company, who took him back to the place he had called home up until a few days ago.

The first few nights were rough, as tears were shed and all the negative feelings Y/n had been suppressing started becoming too much to handle.

Y/n had never been one to drink alcohol, as he believed the negative aspects and especially the hangover were too much to be outweighed by a quick night of fun, yet something moved him to go to a bar that night. He dressed up, putting on a loose fitting white dress shirt, leaving the top three buttons upon as he was wearing a chain, some black trousers and finally, some black loafers.

It was a warm summer night in Seoul, adults and teenagers still outside even though it was getting late. The sun was just setting, the streets were lively and it seemed like every single light that could have been on at the time was on. Y/n drove through the city, music blasting in his car as he sighed. He still didn't understand how his life had turned out like this, he didn't get why reality had hit him like that all of a sudden, but his thoughts were soon swept away as his GPS announced his arrival at the destination.

The bar was full, about what one would expect of a bar in the middle of one of the most populated cities in the world during a summer night. The smell of alcohol and nicotine paired with sweat and sex stung in Y/n's nostrils as he walked through the bar, dodging drunk men hitting on women and waitresses bringing customers their drinks. Music blasted through the speakers, fueling the lust that was oozing out of every pore inside the building.

"That money is the only thing I'm chasin'

And some dope dimes on some coke lines

Gimme head all night, cum four times

Baby girl just wanna smoke a pound

Do an ounce, get some dick, tell her friends about it"

"One Lemon Vodka Cocktail please", Y/n told the bartender as he sat down.

"Go tell your friends about it

Go tell your friends about it

Go tell 'em what you know, what you seen

How I roll, how I get it on the low"

"I'll have the same thing he ordered please", a voice suddenly interrupted the music.

Y/n looked to his right and saw a woman who he could only describe as angel like. She had long, dark brown hair and wore a short black skirt which stopped a bit above her knees paired with a black vest blazer that exposed her toned stomach. She had very subtle make up on and her red lipstick accentuated her plump lips. She smiled at Y/n showing her bunny like teeth as she turned her body towards Y/n and held the side of her face with one arm, which was propped up on the table in front of them.

"You have good taste in drinks", she began.

"Thank you. I don't really like alcohol, though. I usually don't drink.", he answered.

"Oh really ? What's the special occasion then ?"

"Just need to lay my mind off some things.", he responded vaguely.

"Oh I get that. I normally don't drink either but I felt like I needed something to relieve my stress.", she replied while sipping her drink.

"What's gotten you all pent up ? Is it work related or something else ?", he asked her.

"Definitely work. I just feel so frustrated all the time and I'm still unsure about whether or not I'm gonna make it and it's just so draining, mentally and physically."

"Hey, relax. Take a deep breath. I'm here.", Y/n said while grabbing her shoulder. The woman had started tearing up and it was clear that whatever it is that was bothering her, it was taking a toll on her.

"How old are you, if you don't mind me asking ? You look pretty young and I don't think it's normal for people our age to be this stressed.", he asked her after buying her another drink.

"Oh I'm 20. How old are you ? You look pretty young yourself.", she answered while wiping away the tears from before.

"I'm 18. That means you're my noona, right? Sorry I'm pretty new to the country and the honorifics sometimes mess me up.", he said.

The woman blushed at the honorific before nodding.

The two young adults talked for hours, not even realizing how late it was getting as their conversation blended out all outside noises. Not a single tone of the continuous onslaught of R&B music being blasted nor the loud laughter of girls gossiping with their friends.

"Oh shit it's already 11 o'clock I should be going home", the woman said while frantically taking her things and throwing some bills next to her drink.

Y/n got up and walked behind her, seeing her take out her phone and making a call.

"FUCK I don't have any data to call anyone.", She said while kicking an empty beer can on the floor.

"Do you want me to drive you ? My car is right there", Y/n said while walking up to her.

"Oh no I don't want to bother you, I live halfway across the city..", she answered while looking down.

"I-I could take you to my place then if you want? It's not that far away and I can sleep on the couch.", Y/n said while blushing

"And here I thought I was forward, at least take me on a date first", she jokingly said while hitting his shoulder

"No but in all seriousness, I don't want you going through Seoul all alone at night."

"Wow such a gentleman, how could I possibly refuse such an offer, then", she said while smiling and walking with him to his car.

The pair soon drove away as Y/n's new friend quickly took control of the aux and started playing a few pop songs by what Y/n got to know as Kpop group F(x).

The duo soon arrived at their destination as Y/n opened the lock and walked in with the woman walking behind him while looking around.

His house was designed in a minimalist aesthetic. A white kitchen , white living room with one big couch, a large television and a nice rug with a coffee table on if. He had plants distributed evenly across the different areas of the living space, giving it a nice and cozy atmosphere. Y/n walked further into the house as the woman soon heard an almost timid meow coming from what she assumed to be the master bedroom. The door opened and out came a small black kitten which walked between Y/n's legs and started nuzzling it's head against his head.

She picked the kitten up and started babying it, giving it lots of kisses before Y/n suddenly spoke up.

"This is the room you'll be sleeping in for the night. You can just pick out any of my clothes to sleep in. Theres a bathroom at the end of the corridor where you can shower and I'll be in the living room if you need anything.", he said before closing the door and walking away.

The woman picked out a comfortable looking sweatshirt and a pair of joggers before walking into his bathroom. She immediately noted how clean it was, she saw an assortment of different colognes and a towel which looked like it could fit two of her, before walking into the shower and letting the warm water fall on her, relaxing all the sore muscles. She let out a sigh of relief before continuing to wash herself.

After showering and doing a reduced version of her night routine, she laid herself down on the bed and tried to sleep. Keyword tried. She tossed and turned but something just wasn't right. She thought a bit about it, and she quickly realized it was Y/n. She wasn't blind, she thought he was handsome, cute even. He was a great conversation partner, he wasn't a drunk idiot unlike the other men in that bar, he wasn't hitting on her in a way that made her uncomfortable and he even was so kind to offer her a place to stay for the night. She didn't want to admit it to herself as she thought it was ridiculous that she could fall for someone she met only 5 hours ago but here she was, laying in his bed, wearing his clothes, in his house.

"Fuck it I'm sick of this shit", she thought to herself before walking out of the room and seeing Y/n peacefully sleeping on the couch

"He's pretty", she whispered out loud.

She slowly crept towards his laying figure before opening the blanket and sliding into his sleeping figure, an action that didn't go unnoticed by him as he began to wake up.

"What the- Oh did you need something?", he asked her while slowly sitting up.

"It was getting lonely there", she replied.

"Oh I'm sorry. I could've given you my kitten if you-"

"Just shut up and kiss me already", she interrupted him before closing the distance and finally doing what she felt she should've done at the bar already.

The kiss was a bit awkward at first as Y/n was still too stunned at the situation to realize what was happening but after a few seconds he started kissing back. He moved her to his lap, putting his hands on her ass as he slowly smiled into the kiss. The pair continued until they forcefully separated due to lack of oxygen.

"I should've done that at the bar already"

They looked at each other and smiled before leaning in and kissing each other once more. Y/n switched their positions, grabbing the woman by her waist and laying her down, with him on top of her. He continued kissing her as his mouth soon moved lower and he started sucking on her neck.

"Pl-please no hick-eys. I-I don't want to have to sp-spend time covering-ah covering them up", she said while closing her eyes as he attacked her sweet spot. He nodded before making quick work of her- of his sweatshirt and throwing it somewhere on the floor. His lips and hands continued traveling further down her body as he saw the lack of a bra. Y/n toyed with her sensitive nipples, he pinched one while sucking on the other before switching.

The moonlight illuminated the living room as he saw the trail of saliva tracing his path down her body. Her eyes were still shut down while her back arched and her mouth was open, continuously letting out small whimpers and moans as Y/n worked around her body. He went further down, slowly kissing down her flat stomach before stopping at the waistband of the joggers. He looked up at her as she nodded, understanding that he was waiting for her consent, before he slowly took them off, throwing them too into the pile if clothing that now housed his shirt too. Y/n looked at her panties, the lacy red pair having an obvious wet spot right in the center, before taking them off and immediately diving in.

She tasted sweet. It was addicting. He slurped her up like water, drinking every single drop like he had been stranded in a desert. The woman cried out in pleasure as she grabbed a fistful of Y/n's hair and pressed him further into her hot core. Her back arched even more as her thighs pressed against the sides of Y/n's head. Her legs shook, her toes curled and her mouth drooled as her body completely shut down and exploded back to live all within a few seconds as her first orgasm of the night hit her like a bullet and shook her to her core.

Her juices dripped down the sides of her thighs and down to her asshole as Y/n frantically licked every spot he could find clean as to not waste a single drop of his equivalent to the elixir of life.

Her breaths grew heavier as she tried to calm down from her high. She sat up, looking hungrily at her lover as she noticed the obvious, painful looking bulge in his pants. She kneeled between his legs, her pussy juices dripping down onto the floor, and started to take his pants off. He was soon left with only his boxers before she took them off too and got hit with his cock as it sprang onto her forehead.

"I definitely should have made a move on you earlier", she said before leaning forward and taking the tip into her mouth.

She licked around the base, having to adjust a bit as she had never worked with something that big before, before diving in and taking a couple of inches down her throat. Her throat was tight, her tongue and throat muscles working expertly together as she started milking him dry. She continued laying on the pleasure as she jerked the part, which didn't fit in her mouth, in a circular motion while also playing with his heavy balls. She continued her oral attack for a few minutes before taking his member out of her mouth with a satisfying pop and standing up.

She sat on his lap before standing up a bit and guiding his large penis into her tight and awaiting pussy. She slowly inserted the tip before slowly squatting and taking it inch by inch. Her hands locked around his neck, pressing his head into her chest as she bit her lip while trying to get used to his large size filling her to the brim. She took a few moments before slowly moving her hips, riding him expertly in a circular motion.

She moved her hips, mimicking a belly dancer as she now stopped trying to contain her moans. She let out heavy breathy noises, which coupled with Y/n's groans and moans as he put his hands onto her ass, squeezing it and using it to guide her around his dick. The room was filled with wet slapping noises as her soaked vagina slammed down on his hard cock. The pair continued their make out session as the kisses turned from passionate to lustful, tongues battling for dominance as it was now unsure whether their top or bottom connection was wetter.

Y/n pounded into her as their hips moved in sync, his lap drenched in her juices as she had came twice while on top of him. He attacked her breasts again, making her moan and scream for him to fuck her harder and faster. He slapped her ass, asscheeks recoiling and moving like a wave hitting a quiet mass of water as he felt himself getting closer and closer. Her walls tightened around him as her orgasm approached once more. She shut her eyes close as they rolled into the back of her head, her thighs quivering and squeezing against Y/n's torso. She clamped around him, gripping him tightly as her muscles contracted around his dick. He throbbed and throbbed while she moaned in his ear that he could bust inside, before he reached his limit and let everything go, shooting thick spurts into her stomach.

They stayed in that position, hugging each other, until both of them passed out from exhaustion.

Y/n woke up the following morning with a bit of a sore lower body, confused as he didn't feel someone on top of him. He stood up, checking the bedroom and the bathroom before walking back and noticing a small note on top of the coffee table.

"Dear Y/n,

yes, I did get your name from your ID inside your wallet but don't worry I didn't take anything ;)

I wanted to thank you, for both the best night of my life (I'm still feeling sore :( ) and for being such a kind person. I was pretty down yesterday, and the stress was really getting to me, but you truly helped with that, and for that I want to thank you.

Sadly, I had to leave you early due to work and as much as I would've loved to stay in your arms (you look pretty while sleeping) I decided to leave so my boss doesn't fire me.

I hope you understand and aren't mad at me.

Love xoxo"

He read the note over and over again, looking for one particular piece of information before giving up on the tenth read and realizing he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.

He did not get her name. He did not get her phone number. He met the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and had no chance to see her again.

-- time skip --

Eight years.

It had been eight years since what was now known as Y/n's greatest experience ever. He had gone out every weekend. Every weekend going around Seoul in the hopes of finding her again. He had slept with a lot of people in the hopes of finding someone to replace her with but to no success.

The sex with her was amazing but with anyone else it was just alright. They had gone all night but no one else had been able to make him feel the same way she did.

While planning another one of his trips, Y/n suddenly got a call from one of his closest friends.

"Y/N STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING RIGHT NOW", his friend screamed at him through the phone.

"Why-"

"DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING PLANNED TOMORROW?", he continued

"I'm going to the gym in the morning but other than that-"

"CANCEL EVERYTHING RIGHT NOW"

"I don't have anything to cancel-"

"I SAID CANCEL EVERYTHING"

"Alright fine damn but whats the occasion? Are you getting married?"

"BETTER, I GOT US TWO FRONT ROW TICKETS FOR THE TWICE CONCERT-"

"I don't even like Kpop like that-"

"YOU ARE COMING WITH ME. BE READY AT 4 o'clock TOMORROW. BYE", and with that he hung up.

"What have I gotten myself into", Y/n thought to himself before going to the kitchen and getting something to eat.

The morning soon came once again as Y/n left to go to the gym. He had heard of TWICE, of course, everyone had. But he didn't get Kpop like many of his friends did. He had a few groups that he liked but to him the industry was a very weird and toxic place, a place in which idols are seen as objects to fuel parasocial relationships and get money off of them, but then again, he had been sleeping around Seoul in the hopes of finding a woman he had met eight years ago so maybe he wasn't in the greatest position to talk about healthy relationships.

Time flew by as he was now walking with his friend around the venue, his friend deciding now would be a good idea to give him a rundown of the last eight years of TWICE's career until (thankfully) someone interrupted him as they tapped Y/n's shoulder.

"Excuse me, I saw you from a bit away and I thought you were really handsome. I wanted to ask if I could maybe get your number?", a girl asked him.

She wore a black bucket hat and a mask, black tight fitting jeans which gave a great look on her plump ass and a black turtleneck under a big black leather coat. Y/n didn't know what it was but her voice reminded him of someone, he just didn't know who.

"Oh yeah sure. Here's my phone, just type it in and send me a message to see if its good", he said while smiling down to her.

She took his phone off of him and started typing before giving it back to him. His phone vibrated soon after that as he saw the notification.

Nay❤️

Hey handsome <3

"Seems like everything worked, I'll talk to you later then. Have fun on the concert, handsome", she said before quickly getting on her toes, lovering her mask and kissing him on his cheek.

"How the fuck do you do it ,Y/n? This shit ain't fair you didn't even have to do anything! Show me you moves please-", his friend started pestering him as they walked towards their seats.

The show wouldn't start for another hour and a half so Y/n decided to text Nay in the meantime. The two went back and forth, teasing and flirting until she asked him to meet up after the show.

Nay❤️

I'm actually staying here until Monday morning. Would you like to meet up tonight ? I can send you my hotel address and room number. I'd really like to get to know you a bit more without, you know, so many people around us

And with that he had a plan for after the show.

The wait soon stopped as lights went out and a loud tune could be heard from across the venue. Y/n quickly recognized it as the opening chords to TWICE's TT. The girls stepped out, all looking gorgeous as they waved around at the fans. Y/n looked at each of them until his eyes fell on one girl and a sudden realization hit him.

Eight years ago he had fucked Nayeon. As in Im Nayeon. As in he had spent almost a decade going after an idol whom he had fucked once before she had debuted. Then it all clicked. The reason why she was so stressed was because of training. The reason why she didn't want any hickeys was because she couldn't be seen with them without getting in trouble. The reason she had to leave sooner was because she needed to be at her dorm for practice.

His eyes widened as everything suddenly made sense. Y/n looked back at the stage flabbergasted before realizing Nayeon was looking at him with a sly smirk on her face, as if she had read his thoughts. She waved at him, blowing a kiss and winking as the person behind him thought they had their main character moment.

"DUDE DID YOU SEE THAT NAYEON TOTALLY WINKED AT ME?????"

The concert went over quickly as Y/n's friend screamed his voice out while chanting the girls' names. Y/n had fun too, even though he spent most of his time looking at Nayeon. The two friends soon parted ways as Y/n got into his car and drove to the location Nay had sent him.

Y/n arrived at the hotel, noticing how luxurious it was as he made his way through security and told the receptionist that someone was expecting him.

He rode the elevator up until the final floor as his hands started getting sweaty. The last eight years had led up to this, he had looked for her ever since he was 18, he was 25 now and he couldn't believe it. One thing was for sure, though. He had let her go once and he sure as fuck wouldn't make the same mistake again.

He got to the door, checking his messages five times over to make sure the numbers matched up but there was nothing wrong. Room 2010, this was it.

He knocked on the door three times and it was as if every movement was in slow motion. He waited. Nothing happened. He waited again. Nothing happened. Just as he was about to knock again the door opened and he was suddenly pulled inside, all he could hear was the sound of the door closing and locking in record speed.

He looked around before noticing a smaller person with a large head of brown hair crash into him and hug him. He looked down and just as he was about to say something the person crashed their lips against his. It was a familiar feeling, a familiar taste. Cherries and a slight hint of vanilla. He was sure it was her.

The kiss continued for what felt like an eternity until both of them were forcibly pulled apart due to lack of oxygen.

Y/n looked down, panting heavily before seeing the bunny teeth he had been so desperately searching for the past eight years of his life. He broke out into a huge grin as the person in fron of him broke out into tears and hugged him.

"Hey, relax. Take a deep breath. I'm here. And I'm not leaving anymore.", he said, having major deja vu feelings.

"I'm so sorry for leaving you without a name or number it's just that-"

"Dating bans and whatnot, I understand Nay. Don't stress it", Y/n interrupted her while hugging her.

"I have been searching for you for the past eight years Y/n. You can't imagine how happy I was once I recognized your handsome face in the crowd during our concert."

"I've been looking for you the past eight years too Nay. You wouldn't believe the lengths I've gone to to try and find you but all I found was disappointment.", he said while laughing lightly.

The two sat in silence on the bed, Nayeon laying her head on his shoulder as he rubbed circles along her back. She finally had him back in her arms and she knew one thing. She wasn't letting him go this time.

Nayeon looked up from his shoulder, seeing him smile while looking at her , before she did what she wanted to do every day for the past eight years and kissed him. The kiss was different than the one before. It was raw, it was full of emotions, it was full of sorrow, full of pain, full of regret. It was an accumulation of everything she had wanted to give him for damn near a decade.

The pair kissed. They took breaks to catch their breath and then kissed again. The kissing soon led to making out as Y/n fell back on his back and Nayeon attacked his neck, sucking on it hard as if she wanted to mark her territory. She played with his hair with one hand while the other palmed his growing bulge. Her hands found their way towards the bottom of his shirt, ripping it off his head as she trailed down his muscular body, licking across his abs and sending shivers down his spine. Nayeon then took off his belt, throwing it away and pulling down his pants and underwear in one swift motion

His erect penis sprung at her, hitting her in the face once more just like it had all those years ago. She immediately took him inside her throat, inch by inch, as she coated most of the length with a layer of saliva. She did the combo once more, stroking his shaft with her hands while fondling his balls before she was suddenly picked up and felt her tights and panties being ripped open. She then felt a wet tongue entering her pussy as her eyes rolled back and she backed up into Y/n's face, using him as a seat. She grinded on his tongue, riding it expertly as he ate her out like she was his last meal while she was ecstatic.

Nayeon's suite was filled with wet noises as Y/n ate her soaked pussy out, it was filled with moans as she screamed his name and creamed on his face, it was then filled with slurping noises as she bent down and sucked his dick again until it was finally filled with a high pitched scream as Nayeon's body shuddered, her thighs closing in against Y/n's head and her pussy released it's sweet juices on his face.

Nayeon fell to the side, wanting to catch her breath, but Y/n had other plans. He picked the idol by her waist, positioning her over his cock as he plunged his thick cock inside her slippery super soaker. She gripped his dick immediately, not letting him ago as the tip continuously hit her weak spot, her walls tightening around him as he felt every single fiber of her sex muscle. She bit his shoulder, leaving bite marks across his anterior and posterior deltoid as she came on his dick once more, forming a big puddle on her bed sheets. He grabbed her ass as support before using it to slam her down while thrusting into her, occasionally slapping her ass cheeks leaving them bright red in comparison to her pale skin. One hand went down as he started playing with her sensitive clit, while the other continued on her ass for support before he changed that, too, and used it to play with her nipples.

Nayeon soon started throwing it back on his cock, twerking on it as she showed him how her hips moved, before she felt a familiar feeling of her orgasm approaching, making her squirt her juices on Y/n's muscular body. He continued relentlessly fucking her as he felt his end nearing, dick throbbing as his thrusts got sloppier and he focussed on hitting as deep as possible. Nayeon moaned into his ear, once more telling him to come inside, as he stroked for one last time before burying himself deeply inside her tight snatch and unloading every last drop of cum he had stored in his balls, holding her tight to make sure she got every last drop inside her.

The pair soon collapsed, as a large pool of sperm started oozing out of Nayeon's pussy while she sighed in a satisfied way. Y/n turned to his side, looking Nayeon deep into the eyes as he started speaking.

"You know, I never realized you were an idol until a few hours ago."

"I know. It surprised me back then already. Our survival show was already being published and you didn't recognize me at all. It was one of the big reasons why I trusted you like I did."

"I feel like we have so much to talk about, Nayeon. You're so gorgeous, I'm not letting you go. Not again."

"Who knew you were a hopeless romantic, Y/n"

"And here I was trying to give compliments"

"Pabo I love you too. I'm not letting you go either. I don't trust the women in this city. Did you see how many of our fans were eye fucking you at the concert? I can't let that happen. This dick and the person it's attached to are property of Im Nayeon and Im Nayeon only."

She stood up while laughing, limping slowly towards the bathroom before tuning around and speaking again.

"You know, we could shower together, save water costs and what not?", Nayeon said while pointing behind her.

"I don't think we'll be saving any water but I'll gladly join you."

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we could call it even (twice nayeon)

(smut, idol Nayeon, car sex [oral], semi-public sex, choking, fluff, angst [kind of], 12k words)

For the record, it’s been seven years since you last saw Im Nayeon in the flesh.

You don’t really like to think about it: about being sixteen and getting the news that your best friend in the whole world - the person who’d been by your side as long as you could remember, the person who’d been there for every single significant event in your life, who you’d been with through tears and failed tests and shitty high school relationships and nights spent at the beach in your hometown, running right into the waves the moment school let out - was heading off to chase her dream, to become wildly, unimaginably famous, which meant that you probably wouldn’t see her again for a very, very long time.

“It might not even go anywhere,” Nayeon told you, wrapped up in a towel, the two of you huddled together on the beach, stars glimmering overhead. “I might - I mean, it’s totally possible that I’m going to fail miserably.”

“You won’t,” you said, wistful, because you were acutely aware that Im Nayeon - gorgeous and charismatic and talented beyond belief, even then - was meant for so much more than anything she could get in your town. “There’s no chance you’re going to fail.”

Nayeon glanced over at you, bottom lip caught between her teeth, eyes glassy, and you already both knew that things would never be the same.

So - that’s where it ends, really, or at least where it should. She left, and got famous, and you stayed, and went to college. She didn’t keep in touch, because she couldn’t, and you didn’t expect her to. You stayed and you loved her and you understood.

It’s not like you haven’t been keeping up with her, though.

See, she’s everywhere: magazines, social media, on the radio, playing over the speakers in every store - there’s that voice, that perfect face, that body in form-fitting gowns and slinky designer dresses, caught by paparazzi in jeans and crop tops - now she’s all grown up, and a superstar, and so breathtakingly beautiful you do a double take every time you see her. Snapshots of her on red carpets, music videos; Nayeon’s present all the time, even when she’s not with you. You’ll be okay with it, you think. Not everything’s meant to last forever. Sometimes, it’s just a moment, but it’s enough.

Your childhood best friend, taking the world by storm; you, behind the scenes, always cheering her on. Like you said, that’s where it all should end. Call it there - give it a clean break. It’s what you both deserve.

It’s all over, except you’re in grad school, and it’s winter break, and by some miracle, you’re both in your hometown at the same time.

You don’t know it right away. You’re too caught up in the stunning nostalgia of your childhood bedroom, which is so deeply saturated with Nayeon’s presence that it’s almost like she’s still there - almost like she never left. It’s the pictures, it’s the candle on your nightstand that she bought for you, graphic t-shirts in your dresser that she used to steal; being here is like cracking open a time capsule, playing a supercut of the two of you, a short film cutting off right before the end. It’s more than a little bit suffocating, this kind of history spread out right in front of you, but you’ll deal. You always have.

You’ve been here for a day, and you’re still settling in. It’s a sleepy afternoon, chilly in mid-winter, but the sun’s out, and the sky’s clear and cloudless. You step outside with your keys in your hand, about to go for a drive - there are ways to seek out nostalgia without drowning in it; you’re thinking old streets, movie theaters, coffee shops-

You stop short, confused.

You don’t actually make the connections, at first. Look, you were never close with Nayeon’s family: for all you know, they could’ve moved away years ago; you wouldn’t be surprised. And there’s no reason for her to be here - so it’s a fleeting thought, flickering out like a light.

Plus, the girl you see right now, loitering by the car parked in the driveway of the house across the street, has long, silky blonde hair, catching in the sun like a halo. So - there’s no chance, you’re thinking, no way: it’s some new neighbor, or, like, a criminal - well, she’s tiny, she’s unassuming, so probably not that, but still-

The girl keeps leaning in, mumbling to herself, checking the back left tire.

“Oh, shit,” she says, suddenly, and then lands a very ill-placed kick to the tire with her shoe.

It’s a bad choice. It must hurt, because she gasps, tips to balance herself on the car - you notice her nails, which are these ridiculous acrylics, talon-sharp and with swirly white patterns - and you can’t see her expression, but her head ducks, swivels fast, glancing from her shoe to the tire, and then-

“Shit,” she says, again, and she bursts out laughing - and that's when you realize it.

Even from all the way across the street where you can’t see her face, even though this girl is blonde and there’s zero fucking chance she should be here right now, kicking her parents’ car with one of her beat-up leather boots - it’s all in that laugh, ringing brilliantly in the air like the music she makes. It's been seven years, and it’s still her.

“Nayeon,” you call. It’s not a question. You've never been more sure of yourself.

She turns, and - God - it’s like everything kicks into sudden slow motion, blurs, sharpens; you see her like you're seeing her for the first time, and in an instant, it's all in perfect clarity.

There’s that face: the one across billboards, album covers, the one in every photograph you have from high school, pressed close to yours - and abruptly it’s like you can’t even breathe, looking at her. Oh, none of the pictures do her justice, but you already knew that: she’s unbelievable, and right in front of you, and so, so real.

It’s something straight out of a movie, out of some fantasy, a far-off dream. Nayeon stands, straightens, stares, stares-

Then, casual to the point of comedy, she says, “Hey.”

And it’s all so easy: like it hasn’t been years since you two have spoken, like you might be sixteen again and preparing to corral her to your side so you two can go to the beach - so natural, like nothing has changed at all. Nayeon props a hand on her hip, gestures to the car, asks, “Does this tire look flat to you?”

You'll play along. Hey, you always did. “Um,” you say, from the sidewalk, grinning like an idiot. “I’m not an expert or anything, but - yeah, it does look kind of fucked up, huh?”

“Kind of,” agrees Nayeon.

“Yeah.”

Nayeon doesn’t even look at the tire; doesn’t take her eyes off of you for even a second. She’s so insanely, impossibly beautiful - and then her full lips crack to a smile, flashing her teeth at you, radiant enough to rival the sun.

“Hey,” she says, again, except now her voice is thick with emotion.

“Hey,” you echo, and wait.

It takes one beat, then two, and then Nayeon’s running at you, her laugh carrying on the wind. Her leather boots clap on the asphalt, her blonde hair streaming behind her, giving up every act, every attempt at playing it cool. It's just like her, around you again: you'll click right back into place like it's the only thing you were ever meant to do, and-

“Oh my god,” Nayeon exhales, and then she’s launching herself right into your arms.

For those few moments - those moments when you catch her around the waist, and her hands loop around your neck, and you hug her body close to you, half-drunk on the smell of her hair - she’s not Im Nayeon, global phenomenon; she’s your Nayeon, your best friend, your girl, yours. Yours, and she’s laughing that wonderful, infectious laugh, giddy like she knows it.

It’s been seven years - and then Nayeon pulls back, palms slipping to cup your cheeks, and it’s like it’s been no time at all.

“Oh my god,” she whispers again, reverent. “You…”

Her thumbs find the sides of your face, the dimples bracketing your mouth that she used to obsess over, and her words slip away into nothing. “Me?” you ask, teasing her. “You. That hair, Nayeon-”

“It fits me, right?” Nayeon’s tongue pokes out between her teeth, eyes sparkling. There’s something about her name on your lips: it makes her shiver, and you press your fingers into her hips, needing her closer - her chin’s tilted up at you, expression open, like she needs the exact same thing. “It’s for my new comeback. No one’s seen it yet.”

“Saving it for me?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

You laugh out loud - the vulgarity. You can’t imagine she’s been able to be so profane in her day-to-day life, not in her line of work: she’s had to be pristine, this whole time, holding back with a camera-ready smile and a script. It’s something else, seeing her instead of her image. There’s something you’ll test later - what rules she’s ready to break, after all this time. You’ll get back to it.

Nayeon’s beaming, sunlight threading through her hair. She’s still got your face in her hands, and you’ve got your hands on her waist, and there are no boundaries like you’ve never spent any time apart. “You look so…”

She trails off, flushing prettily.

“I look so what?” you prompt, entertained.

“No,” says Nayeon, accusatorily. She pats your cheek with one hand, and there’s that charming glint of her front teeth in her grin - that’s a smile people’d pay just to see, and they have. “I’m not saying it.”

“You don’t have to,” you say, and pat her hip in retaliation. It gets another laugh from her, bright and pleased. “I know what you meant.” You grin, pull her closer, add, “Right back at you.”

You could kiss her and you don’t. Instead, you draw her into your arms, hug her body tight to yours, feel all the new, firm muscle where youthful softness used to be; everything seems so different, on the surface, and you’re both older and busier and there’s her blonde hair, her nails, how every part of her seems planned and curated, a trademark of the celebrity life - she’s in a cream-colored sweater and jeans and no makeup, and still looks permanently silver-screen perfect. It’s been years, and she’s grown into herself elegantly, beautifully. It’s been years, and she’s in your arms again, and she’s become everything she wanted to be and more.

Nayeon buries her face in your neck, and takes a few deep, shuddering breaths, trying to keep it together - and you realize that maybe some things never change.

See, you and Nayeon never actually date in high school.

There’s all this pretense, at first. You’ve spent basically all your lives glued to each other’s sides, right on the edge of codependence, but it’s high school, and it’s the status quo, so you both try dating other people. It’s not that it’s totally disastrous, or anything - it’s just that none of the relationships last, and none of them are as important as the two of you together.

“They’re so boring,” Nayeon complained to you one day, both of you in your living room, watching some movie, her feet kicked up in your lap. “Well - okay, maybe that’s not totally accurate. It’s just - every date I go on, I just think of how much more fun it would be if you were there.”

“Yeah,” you said, pinching her knee, earning a squeal from her. “You, me, and your boy toy of the week. It’d be a laugh riot.”

“Fuck off,” said Nayeon, nose wrinkling, staving off a smile. “No, I mean - if you were there instead of him.”

So - sure, it’s really obvious, and everyone who knows you two sees it too. It’s you, and it’s her, and no one else is ever really going to be able to compete.

The reason why you never say it out loud is because of the only thing bigger than how you feel about her: Nayeon’s ambitions, her goals, her passion and drive. She doesn’t belong in this town, with you. She’s got stars in those gorgeous eyes, dreams of glitz and glamour and fame - and if there’s one thing you know about Im Nayeon, it’s that she knows exactly what she wants and just how to get it. You sort of always know that one day she’s going to end up leaving you behind. You know that the thought of tying her down, shackling her to the streets of this town, to you - it makes you nauseous. Holding a girl like that back would be a mortal sin: the universe would never forgive you for it.

(You know it all the way up until the night before she leaves for good, when she kisses you at your front door, her suitcases already packed - it’s not the first time you’ve kissed her, and it certainly doesn’t feel like the last, but you know it’s all you’ve got for now.

Don’t forget about me, alright? Nayeon said, then, tears in her eyes, tears in yours.

Never, you said. I could never.

You didn’t tell her you loved her, because you wanted to have something to give her when she came back, no matter how long it took.)

You and Nayeon never actually date in high school, but somehow - as delightfully easy as breathing, as inevitable as the stars slipping right into alignment - you two end up falling in love anyway.

It’s seven years later, and your heart is hers, just the same way as it always has been.

“No one knows I’m here,” Nayeon tells you now, from the passenger seat of your car; turns out her tire actually is flat, so now you’re chauffeuring her around, basically - not like you’re complaining. “I’ve done a pretty decent job at keeping my childhood private - the general public cares a lot more about my present than my past.”

Plus, no one knows she’s blonde yet, you point out, not even her fans. “Because you were saving that for me,” you insist. “You wanted to get my opinion first.”

“Shut up,” says Nayeon, then softens, goes serious. “I wasn’t… I wasn’t sure if you’d even be here, you know.”

The truth is you haven’t been, for the most part. Your university’s around an hour and a half away, and you don’t visit as much as you should. But now you’re here, and she’s here, and you’ve been driving in circles for the past hour - going past your old school, the church, all the rich neighborhoods. It’d be too risky to actually go anywhere, so this is what you’ve got, and neither of you seem to mind.

“Hey,” you tell her, flick your blinker, hook a left. “I’m always going to be here.”

You’re not talking about the town. When you glance over at Nayeon, she’s got this tilt to her mouth, a telltale sign: she understands exactly what you mean.

You’re falling back into old rhythms, patterns. You go through a drive-through, and Nayeon studiously stares out the window the whole time, trying to cover her face with her hair - it’s an admirable attempt at staying incognito, considering anyone who takes a single look at those eyes and that dazzling smile is going to know exactly who she is.

“Smooth,” you say when it’s over, pulling into the parking lot. You’re splitting a giant coffee and it’s like you’re back in high school. “Were you just planning on holing up in your house the whole time you’re back? You can’t exactly go anywhere without being recognized.”

You both click your seatbelts off, and now Nayeon’s got her legs tucked to her chest, her cheek resting on the tops of her knees. “Honestly?” She waves her hand at you, glittering acrylics flashing - you tip the coffee towards her, let her sip from the straw. “I didn’t really plan any of this. I had time off for once, so I took it. It’s the holidays, so it was just…” She shrugs. “The most reasonable plan of action, I guess.”

“You could’ve gone anywhere,” you say; you’re fishing for something, and she knows it. “Like, way more fun places than this shitty town. Los Angeles. The Bahamas. Paris.”

“Sure.”

“So?” You set the coffee in one of the cup holders. “Why didn’t you?”

You and Nayeon were best friends for so long that you basically grew to share a brain, thoughts, opinions - there were those times you’d look at her and know exactly what she was thinking, those times where just a lift of her eyebrows or a curl to her lips could communicate whole sentences, sentiments - things with her have always been so natural, so instinctual. It should be awkward, after seven years, after her rise to fame and your lack thereof. There should be oceans between you, whole worlds. There should be stumbling, time to find footing, missteps and whatever thread always tied you two together at least frayed, if not snapped entirely.

There should be, but there isn’t. Nayeon’s always been able to read your mind just like you can read hers, and that’s not about to stop now.

“You don’t need me to answer that,” she says, gaze stuck on your eyes, your teeth, your throat. The two of you are just as inevitable as you always were, and she’ll prove it. “I think you already know.”

Like you said, you’ve kissed Nayeon before: too many times to count.

You don’t really have a logical explanation, for all of that. It’s just that when you were younger you two spent every waking moment together, and you two were deliberately, unusually touchy: you can’t even begin to fathom the amount of times your classmates ran into you and Nayeon in the halls, or at parties, and pointedly backed off like they thought they were interrupting something.

(Well, they kind of were - it’d be her with a grip on your forearm, her with her legs in your lap, you with an arm slung around her shoulders, her waist, caught up in some conversation that was only comprehensible to you two. It’d have killed you to be apart, back then, even though you always knew it was coming. You knew you’d be ripped apart, eventually. You took all the time you could get.)

The kissing - you can’t even blame that on alcohol, can’t fall back on cop-outs or excuses. It wasn’t like you two ever truly planned for it to go down like it did. Just - sometimes, you’d be looking at her, so filled with unbridled, uncontained affection, something you couldn’t even begin to put into words - you’d see her eyes, and the soft way she’d look at you, and it was like everything you’d wanted had already happened.

So that’s where it starts, really: you’d kiss her just to make a point, tilt her face towards yours, slot your lips together. If it were anyone else, they’d have freaked, called you insane; Nayeon just smiled afterwards, eyes shutting, content and understanding, the kind of knowing that comes with whatever cosmic connection that was obviously keeping you two tangled up together beyond repair - intertwined at the hands, at the heart.

You didn’t talk about it, because she was always leaving, even while she was right there with you. You could feel it, more than anything. You’ve always sort of been running out of time.

The point is - well, you’ve kissed her plenty of times, just to tell her how you felt without saying it out loud. Careful, and gentle, and with all the clear intention in the world.

(The point is, it’s all these years later, and you know exactly how it feels to watch Nayeon leave. The point is that you have nothing left to lose, so-)

You’ve driven around so long that it’s dark outside. You’ve talked for hours, recapping the past seven years as best you can, hanging on each other’s every word: going through friends and careers and drama and conflict in excruciating, meticulous detail, and you’re still not even close to being done. It’s pouring outside, raindrops coating the windshield, and Nayeon says, abruptly, “I’m leaving in a week.”

“Okay,” you say, and pull your car into the driveway.

It’s not a question, and it’s the opposite of tension. You park the car and step out, and she’s right there at the passenger side, rain soaking her blonde hair, dripping down her neck, staring at you. It’s pitch-black outside, but there are those eyes: luminescent, longing personified. She’s the most famous woman in the country - you’ve seen those eyes everywhere. It’s nothing compared to having her in front of you now.

“A week,” Nayeon says, again, shutting the car door. “That’s all we’ve got.”

It’s not a question, so you don’t answer it.

It all gets away from you, in a split second - time, and your mind, and all your inhibitions - you’re rounding the car, and then you’ve got your hands in her drenched hair. Your mouth’s inches from hers, and her lips are already parted - you think of deja vu, you think this has already happened, or it was already meant to - you think of crazy, impossible things, and then you kiss her.

Nayeon melts underneath you, like succumbing to a wound - no, it’s too soft to be that, too safe - like slipping between sheets, like finding rest and relief after months on your feet - it’s a thunderstorm after a drought, an oasis, a second chance - and she’s so small when you press her against the car, as her mouth opens, spine curving, hands finding the nape of your neck.

The energy between you is electric, a shock to a system: it’ll be an overload, if you don’t fuck her right now - it’s been too long, it’ll blow all the breakers. You need her and it’ll kill you if you don’t have her. “Nayeon,” you murmur, fingers tangling in her hair, hips trapping her to the car door-

Nayeon makes this otherworldly noise into your mouth, high and keening and needy, and for a beat you actually think you’re going to die.

“Your house,” gasps Nayeon, panting when she pulls back, the pressure from what feels like eons wanting you and being denied finally dropping to the pavement, washing away with the rain. “Is it - please tell me no one’s home.”

It’s the two of you, and every single star aligns, for once in seven years: call it a comet, an eclipse, something to capture and study and scrutinize. “No one’s home.”

There’s that moonlight, gleaming overhead, breaking through the clouds. It bathes Nayeon like it’s blessing her, like it sees the extraordinary life she’s led so far and deems her deserving of it - like it looks at you, and by some million-in-one chance, by some surreal string of fate, it deems you deserving of her.

(Maybe you are, then. Maybe you always were.)

“Okay,” says Nayeon, and her hand takes yours - for a moment, you swear she’d run away with you, leave it all behind. “Then let’s go.”

Somehow, in the dark, you still know her.

You stumble up to your bedroom and you never even make it to the light switch - the moon’s coming in through slats in your blinds, the rain’s a drum line, a soundtrack - and Nayeon’s peeling off your shirt, fumbling with her ridiculous nails at the button of your jeans.

“Don’t strain yourself,” you say, grinning, your hands finding the hem of her top. “Your company will crucify you if you fuck up that manicure.”

“Fuck you,” says Nayeon, and suddenly she’s laughing, a harmony to the growing storm outside. She pops the button, drags the zipper, slow like she knows she’s unraveling you in the process. “Fuck you. Fuck me.”

The rain’s got her soaked to the skin - you get her sweater off, and then her jeans, and she’s in this scarlet-red bra, matching panties - it’s an image straight out of all your wet dreams, and you can’t help but stare, mouth agape, fingers lingering at her hips. Nayeon’s too flawless to be real; she’s smirking at you like she knows it. She’s used to be ogled, stared at, lusted after: she’s used to people wanting to rip her apart, and she’ll act like it.

“Jesus christ,” you say, unable to tear your eyes off her body - there’s her collarbone, her tits, her smooth, toned midriff - her wet hair, her creamy thighs - it’s all there, just for you. No one else gets to see her like this, no eager fan or follower - just you.

“Right?” says Nayeon, breathless and amused, high on how you’re looking at her. “Red really is my color.”

Somehow the arrogance only heightens the mood, the overwhelming arousal steeping the room. Something about making a god learn manners, respect; something about taking a deity and putting her in her place. “That ego,” you consider, skating your nails up her back, stopping at the clasp of her bra.

“What about it?”

“No, nothing.” You unhook it, grin at the shaky breath it gets from her. “I just think you might need to get it fucked out of you.”

Nayeon’s used to being mythologized, idolized, painted so perfect that everyone arounds her considers her something more than human, more than magic: she’s got hundreds of thousands of people ready to kneel at her feet, give her the world on a silver platter. She’s been spoiled, you think, tracing her body with your fingertips. She’s been treated like carved marble, behind glass and roped off, invulnerable, untouchable.

(But here you are, anyway: the one person on the planet who truly knew her before all that - before fame took hold of a girl and made her a legend. Before fame took the love of your life and let everyone else fall in love with her, too. Well, you’re not about to blame them; you never could.)

Nayeon’s staring at you, a challenge in her eyes, a sharp, secret violence in her smile.

“I don’t know about all that,” she says, “but you can try.”

It’s a dare, it’s a taunt - after all this time, and you’re still the only one who can match her beat for beat, touch for touch: there’s her bra, slipping to the floor, there’s your thumb over her nipples, hardening them to points, your teeth on her chest and leaving marks. She’s on your bed, her damp hair tumbling over one shoulder, the intoxicating ring of her irises like a shot in the dark.

“You don’t even know,” pants Nayeon, voice thick with heat, as you stroke her pussy through her panties. “You don’t even fucking know how long I’ve wanted this.”

“Oh,” you say, and pull her underwear to the side roughly - there’s that cunt, just for you, glistening and sopping wet and so, so ready - and a smirk finds your mouth, just off the brink of cruel. “I think I’ve got an idea.”

Nayeon’s so greedy, and you get it - she’s gotten everything she’s ever wanted for years and years, without question or hesitation - and she’s reaching for your hand, your fingers, needing you inside her in any way she can get you. She’s beyond wet; you already know she’s going to ruin your sheets, she’s gonna ruin something-

“Watch it,” you snap, grabbing her wrist so hard she yelps. “If you wanna get fucked, Nayeon, you need to behave.”

“Please,” Nayeon shoots back. The words tremble - she’s so turned on, she can’t hide it - but she’ll never back down from a fight. “I could get anybody to fuck me. I could walk out of here right now and have someone else’s dick in me in ten minutes.”

She’s rambling. You’re gonna bruise her wrist. Her tits heave as she tries to catch her breath, and when you brush against her pussy with your other hand, she lets out this gorgeous, weakened whimper - you’ve got her, you’ll make an example of a higher power, take an idol and make her human again.

“Sure.” Your fingers find her clit, teasing; Nayeon’s eyes snap to yours, ferocious, murderous. “But you don’t want just anybody.” Your dick throbs - there’s something primal, animalistic; if you wait any longer she’s gonna jump you, take what she wants and fuck you stupid. It’d be a threat if you didn’t want the exact same thing. “You want me.”

“Fucking asshole,” says Nayeon, hoarsely, but then you’ve got two fingers in her, her pussy clenching around you, and there’s a waning edge in the hostility: you know her too well. She’s not into being patient, ever. There’s never been a line between you two that she hasn’t been willing to toe. “You know - you know I never wanted anyone but you.”

That’s the blow, the bomb that’ll implode the two of you - or it would, but there’s never been a single secret between you and Nayeon, and that’s not about to change now.

“I know,” you manage, stunned, mesmerized by her, your palm falling from her wrist to her flat stomach, your fingers sliding out of her with an obscene, slick sound. “I know.”

“Please,” she begs. “Please fuck me.”

It’s filthy, it’s feelings, it’s years in the making. The head of your cock is at her needy, drooling cunt, and you can see it in her eyes, in the bruising marks you left scattered across her tits, her throat. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been. No one’s ever going to know her how you know her - no one’s ever even going to come close.

Your bury your dick inside of her, and it’s like there’s an ache you’ve waited lifetimes to relieve - and then, finally, ultimately, you’ve got her perfect pussy just for you, and you relieve it.

“God,” you hiss; Nayeon’s already whining, squirming under your hand firmly at her middle, holding her down - you think of going for her neck and you will, you think of flipping her over and watching her ass bounce back on your cock, and it’ll happen - but working your dick inside her impossibly tight pussy is more than enough for the time being; you’ve got your hands full, figuratively, literally. “This fucking pussy, Nayeon-”

You say her name, and it wrecks her - her fingers find yours where they’re balanced on her midriff, curling around you - and her jaw is slack, expletives falling from between her pretty, pouty lips like she’s never been advised to keep up a clean image. She’s with you, and she’s nothing like she is on camera. “Fuck me,” she’s babbling, “fuck me, fuck - your cock is so - fucking big, fucking me so good-”

She’s nothing like she is on camera, wrapped around your cock and crying out, but she’s everything that Im Nayeon has always been, otherwise: beautiful, irresistible, the most incomparable thing this town’s ever seen, and ever would. There’s all that bite to her, but she’s giving it up. You’re fucking her and for once she’s not gonna fight you on that.

“Just like I thought,” you murmur, and your thumb skates over her clit, gets a squeal, gets several. “You were fucking made to take my cock, weren’t you?”

You’re back in your time capsule of a room, and your veins are on fire, skin up in flames - you knew you wouldn’t be able to fuck her without dragging emotions into it, dragging your heart along as you pound Nayeon’s cunt, jerk your hips and get her screaming - you know that when you say it, you’re really saying something else, too. We were always going to end up this way, weren’t we?

“Yes,” Nayeon moans, voice ripping at the seams - it’s all the pleasure, all the anticipation, consuming, devouring. “Yes, yes, yes-”

You’re captivated by every single sound out of her mouth, every minute expression of that face, every gut-wrenching squeeze of her pussy, tight around your cock - call it a vice, the way she clamps down around you, the way you indulge in her perfect body like it’s a drug you’re using. Nayeon’s features crumple, fold: you’ve seen her onstage with all that bravado, all that confidence, showing off for a crowd - you’ve seen her hips and her tits and her tiny waist in form-fitting, skimpy outfits, practically painted to every curve - but now, she’s all for you.

(Hey, maybe her ego’s contagious; maybe you’ve got the girl everybody wants, and you get why they all treat her like a god.)

You’ll mind all your breaking points. “Cum for me, baby,” you order, and Nayeon screams.

There’s no air in the room, anymore, none in your lungs - it’s a fire without oxygen, nowhere to stay or go or feed on - and as she’s still shaking from her orgasm, jaw slack, you’re pulling out of her just to shoot your load all over the flawless, flat plane of her stomach, covering her skin in your cum - there’s everyone’s god, now, underneath you, slutty and sloppy and so thoroughly fucked-

“Oh, god,” Nayeon chokes out, strangled, the moment your cum soaks her. “Oh my god-”

It’s all in the air, with the two of you: the sex, the intimacy, the history. You take her stunning face in her hands and you dip to kiss her, fully aware of how responsive she is, the very second your lips meets hers. There’s a moan, there’s the arch of her back, there’s her tongue licking desperately into your mouth - “Nayeon,” you murmur, and tip your forehead to hers. Her breath’s uneven, eyelids fluttered shut. “Nayeon.”

Her eyes are closed, but a smile finds her lips, lights up her whole face; it’s a smile you’ve seen forever, in photos, across billboards, in all your best memories.

“You don’t even understand what you do to me,” she says, serenely, faintly. “When you say my name like that.”

There’s all that desire, and then the quiet honesty, and you swear a moment like this could last a lifetime. “Hey,” you say, and kiss her face - her nose, her forehead, both cheeks. You’ll take her as long as she’ll have you. “I think we’ve established by now that I know all about what I do to you.”

Nayeon’s a little hypnotized by how much you came across her stomach, a little stuck on it - you get up to get her some tissues, and when you turn around, she’s got cum-covered nails in her mouth, sucking on them shamelessly. The noises she’s making are fucked, and you stare.

“Fucking hell,” you say, dropping at her side on the bed.

“What?” asks Nayeon sweetly, licking her bottom lip. “You’re the one who came all over me. What did you want me to do?”

She’s trying to go for your usual banter, but it’s too soft, her smile too knowing and familiar, her body too open and comfortable. You can’t call this a one-night stand, can’t call it a fluke - she’s so safe in your bed that it looks like she’d stay there forever, if she could, you and her and these four walls.

Nayeon’s clothes are all over your floor, and you clean up all that silky skin. Her hair’s a mess, and the moon’s still coming through your window, glossing her body, her gorgeous eyes. You watch her face, and you can read her as well as you always have: every thought, every single intent.

(She’ll have to let this go, but she’s got a week to feel it first. It’s torture, the ticking clock, but it’s nothing the two of you haven’t had to feel already.)

“I can’t believe we haven’t done that before,” muses Nayeon, as you brush her hair off her forehead - she’ll have to take a shower, and you’ll have to join her, naturally. “Well, what’s the verdict?”

You eye her, sensing the jab like she’s already said it. “Sorry?”

“Fucking someone famous.” Nayeon tilts her head, smile sparkling like the stage lights she spends all her time under. “Was it everything you thought it would be?”

“Shut up.” You grab her at the hips, and she laughs, a mess of giggles, filling the space - she’s a celebrity, she’s larger than life - you’re the only one who can ground her like this. “You’re such a fucking idiot.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah,” you say, touching your lips to the top of her head. “That’s the only reason I wanted to fuck you, Nayeon. Because you’re famous. That’s all this is, obviously. Thanks for the bragging rights.”

The sarcasm drenches each syllable, and Nayeon laughs louder - she can read your every thought, but this one’s a lie that’s too clear to call out: you loved her long before all the superstardom, all the money, all the recognition. She knows exactly how you feel about her, and she won’t pretend otherwise. You know just how she feels about you, and it’s the most certain you’ve ever been about anything.

“Oh,” she says coyly, and leans in to kiss you. “You’re so welcome.”

The next morning, you’re taking inventory, staring at the girl in your bed and wondering how you’re going to explain this to your parents. She’s dressed by now, in one of your t-shirts and a pair of your pajama pants, drawstring pulled tight around her small waist and so oversized they cover her feet - that’s already bad enough, but then there’s her neck, pale skin marred with hickeys - okay, it’s worse.

“How do you feel about sneaking out the window?” you ask.

Nayeon tries to kick you and almost slides off the bed. “You think your parents will care that we had sex?” Her hair’s freshly washed, tied up and out of her face. “They’ve wanted you to marry me since the first time I came over.”

You gape at her, but her nose crinkles up with her grin, and, well - it’s not like she’s wrong.

True to her word, your parents are thrilled that she’s here - they’ve never really grasped the scope of exactly what a big deal Nayeon is, now, so they treat her just like they did when she was younger, spending breakfasts and family dinners with you, fitting in so smoothly it was like she’d always been there. To your parents, you think they’ll kind of always see Nayeon as that bright-eyed, eternally charming girl that stuck by your side like you’d both collapse if you had to be apart. There’s that same smile, that effervescent laugh - you can’t really fault them for it.

“How long are you here?” your mom asks her, as she’s making breakfast, and Nayeon’s at the kitchen table, nonchalantly recounting stories of all her famous friends. “Just for the holidays?”

“A week,” says Nayeon, glancing at you, mouth twisting ruefully.

Your mom makes a sympathetic noise. “Oh, that’s not very long, huh.”

Compare it to the seven years you spent apart - and no, it’s not. It’s a blip, a snag in time. In the grand scheme of things, it’d probably be nothing.

“No,” agrees Nayeon; it’s never nothing, when it’s the two of you. Her hand finds yours under the table, and it’s everything that matters, wrapped up in an hourglass, sand slipping through your fingers. “But we’ll make it count.”

“We’ll make it count?” you berate her, later, in the car as you’re driving up to the mansions on the hill, testing codes for gated communities, pointing out gaudy architecture like you’re real estate snobs - it’s an old game, a remnant from high school shenanigans. Nayeon could buy this whole neighborhood, and it’s somehow become hilarious, all these years later. “Way to tell my mom that you and I are going to be fucking nonstop the whole time you’re here-”

“Like she didn’t already know,” says Nayeon, unapologetic, and points to her neck. She’s still in your clothes: no point in getting dressed when she can’t exactly leave the car without getting recognized, but you think she’d stay in your t-shirts all week, regardless.

It’s an old story, between the two of you. “You’re such a slut.”

“Yeah, and you’re directly benefiting from it, so I don’t know why you’re complaining.”

She says it like a proposition, and - hey, that’s an opportunity you’re never going to pass up. You’ll cash your checks, reap your benefits. You’ll pull off to the side of the road and throw the car in park, bury your hand in her hair as she leans over the console, tugs down your pants, gets her pouty lips wrapped around your dick in record time-

“What would your fans say?” you tell her, lowly, hypnotized by how she gags around you. “Seeing their angelic little idol with a cock shoved down her throat.”

Nayeon pulls back just to laugh, raspy and shot, spit dripping from the corners of her mouth. “They’d fucking love it and you know it.”

You’re up in the hills, in the midst of construction sites, all danger and risk and safety hazards waiting to happen; you can’t get enough of how Nayeon slobbers around your cock, how she’s everything you’ve ever wanted wrapped up in one - the slickness of her tongue, the tightness of her throat, her blonde ponytail in your fist as her head bobs, fast, faster-

When you cum in Nayeon’s mouth, she chokes on it, can’t even swallow it all down. “Jesus fucking christ,” she gets out, and she’s giggling, so pleased with herself, wiping the cum dribbling from her lips, down her chin. “You - wow.” She taps the head of your cock with the ridged back of one of her nails, works her jaw like she’s trying to memorize the feeling of your dick filling her mouth. “Your cock is so sensitive.”

“Gloating?” you ask, struggling to catch your breath. “That’s - like - that’s such a turn-off, Nayeon.”

It’d be slightly more convincing if she didn’t still have your cum staining her lips. “Liar.”

You hook your fingers in the collar of the shirt she’s wearing, tug her closer to nip at her neck - she gives this noise that’s somewhere between an affronted squeal and an aroused, needy exhale. She’s so easy, but so are you. She’s so transparent, but with this little time there’s nothing else to be.

You’ll make it work; you’ll catch up. “Fine,” you admit, pressing down on hickeys you’ll only darken, aggravate - she’s got you wrapped around her finger, but at least it’s mutual. “I guess your narcissism is kind of sexy, or whatever.”

“I hate your fucking guts,” says Nayeon, but she’s smiling.

There’s all this ease to it, something you’ve never found with anyone else; something you don’t think you’ll ever find again. You two have always been a little obsessed with each other.

“More than a little,” Nayeon revises, considering it; you’re three days in, walking back all your history. You can’t keep your hands off of each other, can’t keep your mouths closed, can’t keep from falling for the millionth time. “I just remember thinking that I could tell you about every embarrassing shitty thing I’d ever done, and you’d just listen, and not make fun of me for it. You knew what I could handle, you know?”

You get what she means: teenage boys like to tease, to insult - you weren’t exempt from that, but you looked at Nayeon and you always seemed to know what lines never to cross. How to be gentle with her, when you knew she needed it.

“You too,” you point out; Nayeon was perceptive when it counted, reading rooms, boundaries. She’d defend you to the death without hesitation. “Whenever I was with you, I knew I could trust you. Like I felt safe with you.”

You can think of situations where you’d feel emasculated, admitting it - but there’s Nayeon with her eyes, her genuine, generous smile, sitting at your desk chair, jeans and a gauzy white top. She gets you, and you never have to explain, never have to bother with defenses. You’re with her and vulnerability spills like it’s never had a reason not to.

“All this past tense,” pegs Nayeon, charmed more than concerned.

“Right,” you say, realizing. “Hey, it all still applies. I feel safe with you.”

There’s your past: teachers knowing you two were a matching set, classmates calling her your other half, texting any second you were apart, touching the moment you were together again. Shifting from jokes to sincerity so easily, ride-or-die in all senses of the phrase. Well, here’s your present: there’s the sex, now, and that’s another angle to it. You’d think it’d ruin a friendship this intense; you’d assume it’d only complicate things - you’d be wrong. There’s never been anything simpler, between you and Nayeon.

Nayeon softens, and rises from your chair just to fit herself into your arms. There’s that smile: no one gets me like you get me, she’s saying. You’ve got only days left; you’re picking your battles. You’ll remember everything that made you two exactly who you are now.

(Oh - it’s not like you ever really forgot. Nayeon’s got all the love and attention she could ever need, and she’s still here, with you.)

“Flattery,” Nayeon says, finally, arching an eyebrow at you, her face too adorable for the suggestive tilt to her voice, “will get you everywhere.”

Her palm slips to your chest, finds your heart. “I’m not even trying to flatter you,” you say, amused. “And if I was, I can do better than that.”

“Then do better,” replies Nayeon, rapid-fire. “What, you need some incentive?”

It’s just like the two of you: teasing, to truth, to seconds away from ripping each other’s clothes off, taking sexual tension and bending it entirely to your will. There’s so many routes to intimacy - you loop your fingers in the waistband of her jeans, and this is the one you’re choosing tonight. She’s leaving, either way. You’ll fuck her like you’ve got all the time you could ever need.

You’re all about old habits, the two of you: your jaw drops when you get her out of her clothes, and then you laugh so hard you almost topple over.

“I’m sorry,” you say, enamored, fascinated, “you packed lingerie for a holiday break in your hometown? So - you aren’t even pretending that your plan wasn’t to get fucked, now.”

Nayeon sticks out her bottom lip, furrows her brows. She’s playing at irritated, but she’s too proud of herself, how your eyes are glued to her body even though the laughter - she plants her hands on her waist, and that’s only one place to look. Her lingerie’s all lacy and black and ribboned, panties so tiny you could snap them between your fingers, the cups of her bra with scalloped edges, fit to every curve like it was custom-made for her. It’s Im Nayeon, anyway: you wouldn’t be surprised if it was.

“What can I say?” She shifts, tosses her pale curtain of hair over a slender shoulder. All those cracks about her ego - well, you won’t lie here: it’s so fucking hot. “I like to be prepared.”

You hook your fingers in the sides of her panties, tangling your grip in what virtually amounts to nothing but flimsy strings, biting into the creamy skin of her hips. “Was this expensive?”

“Very.” Nayeon’s dark eyes flash at you, already following where you’re going. Perks of fucking someone who basically shares half your brain. “Which means if you rip any of it in any way, you’re paying for the damage.”

“You’d foot the bill for me,” you say, one hand already going to cup her pussy.

Nayeon’s knees tremble, glare slipping down a few watts - she attempts to recover, to double back with twice the venom. It’s a valiant effort, or it would be, if she weren’t so visibly, undeniably desperate. “Uh, the fuck I would.”

“Hm.” She’s already soaked, and the whine you get from her when you slip a finger inside her cunt is music all her fans would bankrupt themselves just to hear. “I think I could probably find a way to convince you.”

You rip the panties, because you know what lines to never cross, and which ones Nayeon’s just begging you to run right through. “See?” you say, gratified, as you make her cum, and cum, and cum. “Told you: I can be very convincing."

You think she’d probably try to put up a fight, on this one, but she’s too busy clamping down tight around your cock, her gorgeous eyes rolling back into her head, lips dropping moan after moan. She shudders when you slide out of her, your cum dripping from her pussy, and curls up right to your side - okay, so maybe there’s no fighting anything. Nayeon presses her lips to your jaw, and smiles like her own satisfaction is a secret she’s hiding.

“I’ll let it slide,” she whispers, soft against your neck. “Only just this once. Only for you.”

Here’s the thing: you’re running out of time, but you always were. You could ask her to stay with you, give it all up, but you won’t; you’d never. She fills you in on every minute detail of her life, and she’s so happy - you’ve never seen her so happy.

“Fame suits me,” says Nayeon, unashamed. “It’s exhausting and fucked and anxiety-inducing - and it’s so much fun. It’s exhilarating. It’s like - it’s a non-stop adrenaline rush.” She laughs, free, talking the dream she’s living into reality - like you’d ever be able to wrap your head around it. “I think I’m kind of good at it, too.”

Her lips quirk at a corner, a deliberate understatement; she never needs to act humble with you.

Nayeon doesn’t even have an agenda, with this. She loves talking about her life, all the opportunity: the events, the fans, the attention, the way she can sing anything and people will listen. You talk about your own life, your major and your mentors and the friends you’ve made, and it’s then that you realize it-

“We really did make it,” you tell her, a little wondrously. “Without each other.”

Nayeon’s curled up to your side, on your couch. Something’s playing on the TV that she keeps laughing at, her whole face scrunching with delight. She looks at you sideways, says, “You didn’t think we would.”

It’s not a question, and you know because now she’s playing with the cuff of your shirt, bottom lip tucked into her mouth thoughtfully. Codependent - everyone said you were. You had a lot of skeptics, looking at the two of you, people disbelieving that either of you would even survive after Nayeon left.

“I wasn’t sure if we would, either,” she says, quietly.

Her life’s all in lights, in every magazine, spread across all the websites; yours is the opposite, but she listens to all your stories anyway - she gets the gist. You’re happy, too. You’ve worked hard to get where you are and it’s all you could’ve ever asked for. You and Nayeon have got success in completely different places, but you’ve got it anyway: you’ve found it all on your own.

“But we did,” says Nayeon, after a beat. There’s a joke on the television that she grins at, wrapped up in your arms. She’s leaving in a few days, a bomb waiting to go off. There’s an implication in this, something she’s not telling you but you understand anyway. “We did make it.”

We did make it, she’s saying. We can make it again, you and me. You with me, even if we’re worlds apart.

Your thumb skims her cheek, slips into her hair. Nayeon looks over at you, then says, “Give me your phone.”

You twist so she can slip it out of your back pocket - she knows your passcode, knows every facet of your life down to the letter. “Nayeon?” you ask, a little puzzled, as her nails click across your screen, the top of her head bumping your chin. “Are you…”

“Shh,” she says, mildly, then without warning, she’s on the camera, flipping the phone to take a picture of the two of you. You raise your eyebrows, intrigued; she’s falling back on her idol training, a peace sign and her tongue poking out from the corner of her mouth. “There,” she says, after, tapping once and then handing the phone back, a new, decisive set to her lips. “That’s my number. My real number.”

Your gaze drops to the phone screen - there it is, her number and her name and the picture she’d taken sitting as the contact photo - and when you glance back, Nayeon’s observing your face, checking for your reaction: if you’re in this just as much as she is. If you’re serious - if you’re really going to do this. If you get what’s going to come next and if you’re ready for it.

“I can call you on this?” you ask, slightly struck.

Nayeon scoffs, eyes sparkling, shoulder pressed to yours. “Uh - yeah, genius, that’s kind of the point.”

You’re smiling too wide. “So…”

“So if you leak my phone number, my company’s gonna sue you for everything you’re worth,” Nayeon says, haughtily, rapping her knuckles against your thigh. She’s severing the sentimentality of the moment, covering it up with humor. You get it - it’s a way out, an exit route. You know what she means by this even if she’s not saying it out loud.

“Okay,” you murmur, and kiss her temple. Nayeon’s nose scrunches up, pleased. There’s another one-liner on the show you’re watching, and this time it makes you both laugh, Nayeon hiding her giggles in the back of her hand. You’d think it’d be the point where the moment snaps shut, but instead it’s spreading, encompassing - like in a few days, she’ll be on the next flight back to the place she calls home, and you’ll still be able to feel her next to you, music in her laugh, forever wound in the curve of her smile.

She’s leaving, already. Her number’s in your phone, her heart’s in your hands. She’s leaving, but for once, maybe it doesn’t mean that anything has to end.

There are two days left, so you’re taking all the chances you can get. Sure, there’s catching up on shows, gossip; there’s her in your room, telling you things that probably break NDAs - from the outside looking in, you’d never guess that she’s at this ungodly level of fame and that you two haven’t talked in seven years. It’s all so normal, so relaxed, so cute.

Well - okay, most of it is cute. As long as you’re overlooking all the-

“You know, if you get any louder, we’re gonna get caught.”

Your week’s almost up, and you’ve got all your extended family filling your house, so you’ve found your escape the only way you can: in the backyard, your cock tapping against Nayeon’s pouty lips, the both of you drenched in shadow. And - true to form - she’s being a fucking menace about the blowjob that she’s barely giving you.

Everything’s pared down to the tactile, the physical; her hair’s back in two braids that you’ll tug, she’s testing your patience. You glare down at her - her fingers wrap around your cock just to release it. “And who’s fault would that be?”

Nayeon’s tongue darts out to lap at the head of your cock, flicking fast, eyes trained on you, watching as you struggle to keep it together, struggle not to wrap your hand in her hair and bury your dick inside her throat. She’s a tease like it’s her job - because if you think about it, it kind of is. There’s that intoxicating, cunning glint in her eye: she could do this all day.

“You’re fucking evil,” you manage, voice strained.

Like you said, Nayeon’s always had that ego - all the fame’s only stoked the fire. “Sorry?” she murmurs, blinking pointedly up at you, breath hot on your cock, torturous. “I can leave right now, if you wanted to take care of this all by yourself.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’re not gonna get to if you keep talking to me like that.”

Oh, that’s a threat with absolutely zero weight behind it, but you already know it. A split second after you cum in her mouth - she’s still wiping semen off her chin, cheeks puffing out trying to swallow it all - you’ve got her up against you, your hand down the front of her sweatpants, her pussy already dripping wet, getting her right to the edge of her orgasm like it’s nothing.

“Look at you,” you say, vicious like a risk just begging to be taken; you know exactly what she wants and how to give it to her. “Now who’s being loud?”

Nayeon tries to roll her eyes only to get caught on a climax, instead. Ah, well: it’s one way for you to call it even.

“I’d kiss you,” she tells you, after, “but some guy just came in my mouth five minutes ago.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you say, unnecessarily - you’ll make her, instead.

Your time’s almost up. She wakes up in your bed on the very last day, hickeys spanning her neck, her tits, her thighs. You run your fingers along them and wonder how the two of you are ever going to get away with this. “What’s your company going to say about this?”

Nayeon laughs, soft in the morning, sun-soaked and ethereal. “Contrary to popular belief,” she says - she’s built her living around playing coy, showing just enough to tantalize, baring what’ll draw allure and nothing more - “it’s not my company’s job to keep me out of trouble.”

“No?”

“Nope.” There’s that gorgeous face, those eyes trapping stars, captivating anyone who even comes close. “It’s to keep everyone from finding out about it.”

“Oh," you say, grinning. "Is that right?”

“Yep.” When Nayeon kisses you, it’s like a promise she’s making, an oath she’ll make and swear on. “Believe me,” she says, and smiles just to sign on the dotted line. “I can get into all the trouble that I want.”

You stay in for old times’ sake, enjoy no one’s company but each other’s - wrapped in your duvet, Nayeon half in your lap - except instead of talking about shitty classes and dramas and movies you’re planning on watching together, Nayeon’s tilting her phone towards you, letting you flick through unreleased photos for her new comeback. “Perks of fucking me,” she tells you crassly, conversationally, like that’s all it is - the fond curl of her mouth betrays her. “You get all the sneak peeks.”

“I’m getting more than a peek,” you say, struck dumb by a series of photos of Nayeon in this sinfully tight, abominably short pink bodysuit, monogrammed with red. It’s fucked up, so you’ll say it out loud. “Jesus, this outfit.”

Nayeon taps the screen excitedly, nails clicking; it’s beyond adorable how excited she gets about it all, about the music and the aesthetics and the clothes and the choreography - it’s one thing to see her on-screen, and it’s another entirely to see all the passion in person, all the effort. It’s times like this where you understand it all perfectly: if there’s anything in the world she was made for, it’s this. “Right? It was made from this Louis Vuitton towel just for me to wear it - insane, no?”

“Yeah,” you say, gawking at the photos of her with those mouthwatering thighs all on display, the buttons popped at the collar. She’d said red was her color - and it is, but it’s Nayeon, and every color looks like it was created for her. “It’s fucked up.”

“That it’s made out of a towel? I actually thought it was ingenious.”

You take a look at her expression - there’s that mischief in her eyes, a dead giveaway. “Obviously not that,” you say, then amend, humoring her, “well, that’s cool, too. You’re right. A towel - ingenious.”

“Totally.”

You clip her on the hip, making Nayeon gasp, go to pinch you on the shoulder. “No,” you correct, dodging, “the fucked up thing is how hot you are.”

Nayeon’s in one of your t-shirts and her own underwear and nothing else, her neck so marked up that anyone would think she’d gotten mauled, her blonde hair disheveled from sleep and tumbling over her shoulders. You’ve never once had a filter around each other - never had any room for embarrassment or shame, between the two of you.

“You and that flattery,” says Nayeon, her teeth gleaming in her grin.

“Uh-huh.” You press the phone back in her hand, lift your eyebrows in a provocation. “Where’s it getting me?”

Nayeon clicks it off, tilts her head like she’s studying you. You’ll take all your last risks before you wrap it up. “Where do you wanna go?”

You bring it back to the start. You end up on the beach, the two of you curled up on a towel, another one around both your shoulders, staring out at the waves: there's the moonlight overhead, everything hazy like you’re living in a dream.

It’s freezing, so you won’t touch the water. Nayeon’s head is on your shoulder, and neither of you want to snap the silence, but you will, anyway. It’s a night for confessions - there’s the moon, listening; the waves, all salt and seafoam, thinning out to reach the sand. Nayeon whispers, like she’s afraid someone will hear her, “I’m gonna miss this.”

Your hand is slipped under her cardigan, thumb notched under the strap of her tank top - sometimes it’s like you’d just die if you weren’t touching her. Her fist’s at the hem of your shirt, nails brushing your abdomen; you know she’s always felt the same way.

“I know,” you say, and there’s no one else to hear it, but for once Nayeon’s right here, and it’s enough, and she doesn’t need an audience to prove it. “Me too.”

There’s a presence to this kind of intimacy, how it blooms, how it settles. It’s freezing, so you’ll pull her body into yours - there’s the wind, there’s the risk of being caught, nipping at all her smooth skin - and there’s never been any sex like this, for either of you. It’s more than just feral, more than just fucking: Nayeon moans your name, lets her back arch like she has no control over her body, lets her cunt clench tight around your cock like the only thing she has control over is you.

“Please,” she whimpers, the swirling winter air stealing the words right out from her lungs. “Please - please fuck me, please cum in me, I need to feel your cum - filling me up, wanna feel it leaking out of me - please.”

The beach is empty, but you’d fuck her the same way in front of rooms full of people, of watchful, prying eyes. It's all meant to be secret, something between the two of you and no one else - you'll keep it as long as you have her, safe somewhere in your chest, spread between your fingers. When she falls back to flashing cameras and adoring fans, she’ll play like she’s up for grabs, but she isn’t: she’s yours, in every way. She’s yours, always.

“I’m yours,” Nayeon breathes into your neck, pliable and needy underneath you, every part of her body reaching for you as if you’re her first and only instinct. “Yours, yours.”

Please don’t forget, her eyes beg you. Please love me like this forever.

Your fingers wrap around the pale column of her throat - you’ll steal her words this time around, make her eyelids shutter and her eyebrows draw together, panting; she’s slicker than the ocean around you, thighs salty with sweat, cum - and when you squeeze, Nayeon falls apart.

She’ll be gone tomorrow. She’ll be gone, and there’s no telling when she’s coming back.

“Baby,” you exhale, dipping to kiss her, shuddering as your orgasm builds like it’s something to break. You can’t even fuck her without throwing your feelings right at her feet; can’t have her neck in your hand without having her heart, too. There’s no separating the sex and the sentiment. She’s your best friend, she’s the love of your life; you’ll never have one without the other. “Always.”

Forever, you tell her, in your lips on hers, in her nails scoring welts down your back. Years in the making, and it all culminates here. I’ll love you forever.

Nayeon’s whining and writhing and gasping for air by the time you cum inside her, and the moment you let up on her throat she’s rising to kiss you again. There’s so much, between the two of you - there’s the ocean, threatening to drown, consume; there’s fame, alive in every shimmering skyline - and then there’s her number sitting in your phone, a years-long yearning waiting to become something more. The stars are overhead, aligning. The moon’s winking at you, turning all the tides.

You kiss her one more time, and say, “Let’s go home.”

It’s the middle of the night, and you’re back in your bed together, thumbing her ribs like you’re counting lifelines, following the curve of her waist like you’re cartographing all the places you’ve already been. You’ll be back, someday. You’ll trace her bare wrist, follow the pathways of her veins right on home.

“You know I always loved you, right?” Nayeon asks, voice soft, close.

It’s not the time for insecurity, for mincing words, for purposeful ignorance. “Yeah.”

“You know I still do, then.” Nayeon lifts her head, irises glinting with unshed tears, her blonde hair a mess over her forehead. Fame turned a girl into a god, and she came back to you anyway. She’ll do it again, in time. “Don’t you?”

“Nayeon.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” you say, heart high in your throat. “I know. I always knew. I love you, too.”

There’s too much emotion in the room for words, and Nayeon finds your mouth in the dark like she’s been doing it her whole life. You’ve said so much already. You’ll crack open every window, let the air in; you’ll crack your chest apart, and let your love breathe.

The morning comes, and it’s time for a return to form - you’ve got lives to live, both of you. Responsibilities, obligations. There’s something in the sunrise, like it’s calling her back; the limelight won’t know how to survive without Im Nayeon sparkling under it. She can’t stay. She never could.

“It’s been fun, I guess,” says Nayeon flippantly, defaulting to stupid humor; if she doesn’t make you both laugh, then you’ll both crumble.

“Shut up,” you say, thickly, as she takes your hand, drags you out of bed. Her eyes are glassy, her fingers laced with yours like she’s scared to let go. “You’re such a dumbass.”

You lean in to kiss the crown of her head. There’s a twist to Nayeon’s mouth, tender - and you know that even when she does let your hand go, you’re still going to be hers and hers alone.

Well, you know what they say about distance, absence: it’ll all make the heart grow fonder. It’d been true, before. Maybe it can be true again.

“What an optimistic take,” says Nayeon, dryly, and her bottom lip’s already trembling, breathing already uneven as she tries to choke back tears. You’re out on the sidewalk again, and it’s all circling back, cyclical; she’s in your arms, and you’re both right where you started. “I agree completely. Seven years wasn’t enough. I need to get away from you, stat.”

It’s so her, making dumb jokes just so she doesn’t sob herself to pieces. Her hair’s spilling over her shoulders, golden; her stunning eyes are locked on yours, one hand pressed to the side of your neck, thumb finding your jaw. There’s a car waiting, her luggage packed up and put away; it’s gonna hurt, and you already know it. Nayeon’s shoulders are high like she’s preparing herself for some physical ache, the moment she steps away - she’s putting up her fronts, but they’re all slipping. She’s putting up a good fight and it’s already lost.

“I love you,” you say, emotion twining up your throat, and it’s enough to cleave her façade in two.

“Fuck,” Nayeon manages, and lifts her wrist over her mouth, expression collapsing in on itself. “I know. I love you. I’m - I’m so sorry-”

“Hey, hey-”

You go to everything you’ve ever learned, all the ways to ground Nayeon again before she floats away: there’s her face in your hands, and you’re looking right at her, firm so she can see how serious you are. “Hey,” you say, trying to soothe her even as your own heart threatens to constrict, shut off; she’s more important. She always has been. “You don’t need to be sorry, okay? You didn’t do anything wrong. This is just - it’s just how it is. We both know that.”

It’s been seven years: you and Nayeon, and it’s the oldest story ever told. It’s no one’s fault - not hers, for everything she’s accomplished; not yours, for not begging her to stay.

(See, she’s got the whole world waiting with bated breath, clamoring to get a glimpse of her. She’s got her whole life at her fingertips, ready for her to reclaim her titles. You’d never, ever hold her back.)

“Yeah,” chokes out Nayeon, visibly distraught, eyes wide and watery, “but, like - it still fucking sucks.”

It’s not the place, or the time - you’re both fracturing at every place that’s already been broken, over and over - but she says this, and it’s such a crass, blunt, stupid way to sum it all up. You can’t help it. She says it, and before you know it, you’re both dying laughing.

Nayeon’s leaning into you, breaths caught on giggles, on sobs - laughing like it’s all okay, laughing like she’s not leaving - and her fingers are gripping your elbows, her face crinkling up, that brilliant grin even through her tears. “Nayeon,” you get out, and your adoration strikes a match through your bloodstream, forest-fire flames licking, demolishing. That’s your girl: so gorgeous no one else exists. “Nayeon.”

She’s laughing, and free, and wonderful, and in that one stunning moment, you feel it: you know you're both going to be okay.

“Like, this is stupid.” Nayeon’s still on her tirade, her palm slapping your forearm vigorously, pitch picking up. You can’t stop smiling, can’t stop the tears building; you’ve never loved anyone more, and never will. “We’re in love and all that shit. We’ve always been in love. Why - I just - I feel like we never have enough time.”

“Nayeon,” you say, for the third time, and finally her focus tunnels completely and only on you.

“What?”

“We’ll be alright,” you say, and press your lips to her forehead so she knows you mean it. “We have all the time in the world.”

She kisses you, one last time. It’s a prospect, or that oath she’ll swear to keep, coming back around. She’s in your arms, chin tipped up at you, and there are doors you’ll throw wide open, hurdles to get over. It’s not going to be easy, this kind of love, this kind of distance, but you’ll make it work. You’ll love each other, and it’ll work.

Nayeon’s smiling up at you, heavy-hearted, hopeful, eyes glittering like constellations. “Promise me something.”

Anything, you think of saying. Anything you want and I’ll do it. “Okay.”

“Call me.” Her hands are in yours - there’s the sun, overhead, and it can’t even hope to compete with her. “If I can’t answer, leave me voicemails. Text me. Tell me everything, even the dumb shit.” There’s that pain building in her voice, half-strangling her - you tap the inside of her wrist, mind her pulse points. You’ll listen like everyone does. “I’m going to miss so much of your life, but - make me feel like I won’t, okay? Make me feel like I’m there.”

“I promise,” you say, softly.

Nayeon sinks into your arms, breath catching, stumbling. You bury your face in her hair and wonder if you can memorialize a second in time like this one, weave it into your soul, lock it up in your ribcage; if there’s a way to take this feeling and make it physical - if there's a way to cup it between your palms and make it forever.

“One more,” whispers Nayeon, into your neck. “Make me one more promise.”

“Anything,” you tell her, out loud - there’s not a thing you’d ever hide from her.

“Promise you’ll remember that I’ll come back to you.”

It's an exhale, a pause to take a breath. It’s not even a question. Your pinky finds hers, coils them together. “I promise,” you say, and you feel her smile against your skin.

Whatever thread’s always been between you two knots, and tightens, encased in steel - you’ll feel it even miles away, whatever’s tying her to you, tugging at your heart, linking your fingers. You’ll feel her, even if it takes years; oh, it’s Nayeon, and there’s nothing you won’t do. You’ll have faith. You’ll keep your arms open, ready for her to come running home. She’ll love you from worlds away, and you know she always will.

(I promise, you say, and you know you’re gonna make it.)

Her car leaves, peeling off the asphalt, taking her back to a universe that adores her, worships her, would do anything to possess her and make her theirs. You could stand on the sidewalk forever, unmoving. You could let your own life disintegrate into nothing. You could cry, and scream, and curse out every deity you can think of, damn everything pulling you two apart down to hell.

Instead, you call her.

"Oh, shit," Nayeon says, on the other line, forgoing any greeting. "I just left three seconds ago. If you can't even handle that, this relationship is totally fucked."

You can still hear the remnants of tears in her voice, the ghost of watery laughter. A phone call can't hide a thing - not from you. "I love you."

A sigh, a huff, a put-upon irritation that's seconds from cracking wide open. "You're so clingy. How are you gonna survive on just phone sex until you see me again?"

"Nayeon," you say, grinning.

"I love you," she says, with all the unabashed endearment in the world, and just like all her songs, you swear it's a melody sweet enough to break records. "I'll see you soon."

You smile up at the open sky, and you know that you will.

stream IM NAYEON <3

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Following Y/n and Lisa's "closure", Y/n had been getting closer and closer to ITZY's leader.

To her other members, seeing Y/n in their dorm was becoming a common occurrence, even if Yuna, Ryujin, Lia and Chaeryeong secretely envied their leader for managing to get into the pants of the biggest name in the industry.

Speaking of Yeji, she had been everything one would want in a potential partner thus far.

Emotional support ? She had driven through the entire city of Seoul just to take care of Y/n when he said he was feeling down, giving him a shoulder to cry on, both literally and figuratively, while also telling him how much she and millions of people loved him and how great he is. Her acts of service even went so far that she stopped all her schedules to make sure Y/n was taking care of his health when she found out that he was sick.

Gift giving ? Yeji had become Y/n's borderline sugar mommy, buying him literally anything he wanted and even things he didn't want. During dates she made sure she was the one paying, much to Y/n's dismay. She claimed that just spending time with him was more than enough 'payment' from his side and that he should 'let mommy treat him right'.

Quality time ? It was hard for them to go more than two days without seeing and spending time with each other. Watching movies, going shopping, cooking together, just spending time in the studio together while either one worked on new music, practicing together, working out, you name it. No matter what the circumstances were, the two of them would always find time to see each other and most nights ended with them cuddling and falling asleep together.

Oh and of course, the sex was incredible. Y/n quickly figured out that Yeji was a freak in bed. From breeding kinks to bdsm and especially exhibitionism, sex with Yeji was never boring, never the same and never quiet.

Nevertheless, the two had a great relationship, and while many would write it off as the 'honeymoon' stage of their blossoming kinship, this was simply the result of a healthy relationship between two incredibly attractive young individuals. The two had their fights, every couple has them, but they would be quickly solved with words before the two made up and made out.

Today, however, was not one of those days. The pair was celebrating a milestone in their relationship as today marked six moths since they had been together. This was something to celebrate, so Yeji made sure to get a reservation at the most prestigious and expensive restaurant in the country.

It was late in the evening and the two were sitting inside Y/n's car driving towards the restaurant. Yeji wore a beautiful backless black dress with a teasing slit down the portion where her leg was. The dress hugged her figure nicely, revealing her hourglass shape and her nice ass. Her make up complemented the black of her dress while also bringing focus towards her beautiful eyes while her plump lips had a light layer of lip gloss on them and curved into a sly smirk as she realized Y/n was practically undressing her with his eyes as the car came to a halt due to a red light.

"Y/n stop eye fucking me and start driving, it's green again", she said while rubbing her lovers inner thigh.

Y/n wore a black two piece suit with a black satin dress shirt underneath. He left the top three buttons open in order to expose a part of his pecs and abs as he knew Yeji went feral over his body. He accessorized his outfit with an expensive silver watch, three of his favorite rings and one expensive chain that Yeji got him for his birthday. He wore Yeji's favorite scent, Maison Martin Margiela Replica Across Sands, a beachy, fruity yet also smoky scent which reminded her of their first night spent together.

Unbeknownst to both of them, their outfits were almost exactly the same as they were during that special night in with an awfully drunk, but also awfully bold Yeji, gave Y/n her number and basically started this whole relationship.

The ride soon ends as the two arrive at their destination with Y/n being slightly pent up as Yeji decided to tease him throughout the whole ride.

"Hello do you two have a reservation ?", a receptionist asks.

"Yes, a table for two under Hwang for 9 o'clock.", Yeji swiftly answered while smiling under her mask. The place was very high end, which meant that under normal circumstances they wouldn't have to worry about anyone snitching on them and their relationship, however one could never be too careful as there would very likely still be people willing to expose two of the biggest names in the industry going on a date to anyone willing to listen.

A waitress soon appeared and took the couple to their place, a table for two in a secluded area with a beautiful view of the city. She left them alone and gave each one a menu to look at.

It was at that moment that Y/n finally got around to look at the restaurant. It was an incredibly timeless interior design with high ceilings and large chandeliers over each table. The tables themselves were all custom made and had a beautiful cream colored cloth draped over them. The chairs were made out of teak wood and had a cream colored cushion. The cutlery was shining, stainless steel with a red design on its handle. There were a few indoor plants distributed evenly along the property. There was one large corridor which led towards the bathrooms and another one which presumably led towards the kitchen. The ambience was welcoming, it was warm and cozy, yet there was also a sensual component to it.

Y/n looked into the menu, his heart dropping at the prices before hearing the woman in front of him speak.

"Don't worry about the price, baby. I'm paying, just pick whatever sounds tasty to you. And I'm not taking no for an answer so shut that mouth before I make you use it for other purposes~", Yeji told him before biting her lip at the end of the sentence.

Y/n looked at Yeji, both in awe at her seemingly developed mind reading abilities and in awe at her beauty. She was a literal angel, a goddess among men. If they were in ancient times many would've mistaken her for Venus, hell even nowadays people might mistake her for the goddess of beauty. Her smile was enchanting, making Y/n lose all motor function whenever he got to see it, her nose perfectly crafted with love and care by any kind of omnipotent entity out there and her eyes, in his opinion the single most beautiful thing about her, almost hypnotic, unique in every sense of the word and somehow giving him a sense of safety, a sense of belonging, it reminded him of home, whether that was because she was his home or any other reason.

The waitress soon came and asked them for their orders. Yeji ordered a rugula salad with octopus and mango and a steak with potatoes. She was also kind enough to add an order of wine, leaving Y/n scared of what she would do when drunk.

"And what about you, Mr. ?", the waitress asked him.

"I'd like a-urgh" Y/n felt a foot rub up and down his crotch, slowly stroking his hardening erection as it expertly slid down the zipper of his pants before fishing his cock out under the table.

"Are you fine, sir?", the waitress asked Y/n while touching his arm, much to the dismay of Yeji who in return started stroking her boyfriend's dick with both her feet.

"Y-yes I'm alright thank you. I want one of your Wag-wagyu steaks with a side of roasted vegetables and the same salad she ordered pl-please", Y/n told her while trying to not let any groans and moans slip out.

"And what would you like to drink, sir?", the waitress asked as she finished writing down the order.

"One large bottle of......one large bottle of water, please.", he said while smiling, hoping that she ignored the fact that he had to take a break while talking as Yeji was now quickening her pace and giving him what was the best footjob he had ever received under the table.

The waitress soon left and Y/n let himself fall down on his side of the table.

"What are you doing Yeji", he whisper-yelled at her while she continued her attack of pleasure on his member.

"Don't act like you're not loving this. I don't remember seeing you this hard except for that one time when I gave you head in the middle of the airplane while Ryujin was sleeping next to us-", Yeji told him

"Not so loud, baby", Y/n interrupted her, afraid of someone hearing them.

"Relax baby. Besides, our appetizers are coming right now.", she said referring to the two waiters coming towards them.

The placed down her food and the drinks before telling him that they'd be back with his salad soon, one of the waiters taking his sweet time checking out Yeji. Y/n stared holes into the back of his head before he suddenly heard clattering beside him.

"Oops, clumsy me, always dropping something. I better pick that up!", Yeji exclaimed after obviously dropping her fork on purpose.

She slid under the table just as Y/n's appetizer came, and with it the waitress from before.

"Here you go, sir.", she said while smiling.

Y/n smiled back before looking at his plate, seeing a small piece of paper peaking out from under the plate. He grabbed it and started sweating, scared of what Yeji might do once she read it.

'If you and that girl don't work out or you just need someone else to take your mind off things, call me, handsome :) xxx-xxxx-xxxx'

Y/n started crumbling the paper into a ball while wondering where Yeji went, deciding to not dwell on it and start eating. At that moment he remembered where she was as he suddenly felt a hot, wet and sloppy sensation around his hard cock. Yeji bopped up and down while using two hands to stroke his dick at the same time, making small but noticeable slurping noises in the process.

Y/n slightly threw his head back as pleasure overtook him, both due to the inappropriateness of the situation and how good of a job Yeji was making. She hungrily went down on his dick, impaling her throat on it as he sneakily slid a hand underneath the table cloth and put it on the back of her head, guiding her through the motion of taking in his dick inch after inch.

With the other hand he tried eating his salad as well as possible in order to not look suspicious, that proving itself as more difficult than expected as he dropped the fork multiple times after Yeji suddenly took in his entire length and tightened her throat while licking the tip on its most sensitive spot.

Just as Y/n was slowly getting accustomed to Yeji's attack on his dick, the main course arrived.

The waitress put his order in front of him, scaring him and making him drop the crumbled paper with her message under the table. Very bad idea.

"Here's your main course! How was the salad?", she asked him bending over slightly and showing her cleavage.

"It was g-REAT", he answered while nervously smiling, having screamed the last part as he felt Yeji out of nowhere deepthroating his entire length in one go.

The slurping sounds under the table suddenly got louder, making Y/n panic and talk a bit louder than he had liked to again.

"I REALLY LOVED THE D-DRESSING ON THE S-SALAD. THE OCTOPUS WAS REALLY GREAT, TOO. PLEASE THANK THE CHEF FOR ME!", he said while smiling nervously.

"Oh that's great. Where's the girl you came with? Did she stand you up? I can keep you company if you'd like to?"

The slurping intensified as Yeji, probably out of jealousy or maybe even wishing to get caught, started giving him the best blowjob he had ever gotten, just as a reminder who he belonged to, as he felt himself getting closer and closer, his length throbbing harder with each passing second.

"NO- no, she just went to the bathroom, thank you", he told her smiling as the slurping noises suddenly stopped, curtesy of Y/n grabbing Yeji by the hair and pressing her face down as far as possible, inserting his entire dick into her throat and pumping a tsunami of thick spurts and ropes of cum straight into her stomach.

The waitress went away, a sad smile on her face, before Y/n let Yeji go and she slowly got out from under the table. Her lips were even glossier than before, a sly smirk on her face once again as she used one finger to collect all the cum which spilled out of her mouth before looking Y/n straight into the eyes and swallowing.

Something snapped inside Y/n as he stood up and grabbed Yeji by the hand and led her to the bathroom, his diner long forgotten. He scanned the area quickly before entering and immediately pushing Yeji into one of the stalls and closing the door, locking it before getting started.

She jumped onto him, his arms catching her and immediately grabbing her ass, squeezing it hard, making her moan into his mouth. Y/n took advantage of this and slid his tongue into her mouth, sucking on it while exploring her mouth. Her hands locked behind his neck as she gave him complete control over the situations.

Their make out session soon escalated as Y/n slid his hand into the slit in Yeji's dress, playing with her pussy, teasing her slit while she whined into his mouth, begging him to put his fingers inside her already. He continued grabbing her thighs, circling her labia and slowly teasing her clit before suddenly sliding one finger in and curling it, immediately finding her g spot and abusing it, making her legs shudder as she lost all strength in them and almost fell if not for Y/n's arm still somewhat holding her.

He continued his attack, his other hand now grabbing onto her breasts as he started pinching her nipples and kneading her breasts, making her breath hitch and become even more uneven, filling the bathroom with quick breaths, high pitched moans and low whines. The stimulation soon became too much to handle as Yeji's legs trembled again and she tightened around her lovers fingers, creaming all over them while dripping juices onto the floor.

Y/n immediately took his dick out, it being already hard due to both the public foot- and blowjob from before and the foreplay from now, a layer of Yeji's saliva still coating it before turning his lover around and pressing her gorgeous face against the door of the stall. He aligned himself with her tight entrance as he teased her, sliding it across her wet slit and tight asshole before slowly inserting it before suddenly-

The door opened, Yeji almost stopped breathing as two women entered the room and started talking.

"Did you see the cute guy who walked in earlier?"

"The one with the black suit? Yeah he's so fucking handsome. Too bad he wasn't alone, though."

"Right? He looked like a fucking idol or an actor or something. Like he looked RICH RICH. That girl is so lucky."

"I knowwwww. She doesn't deserve him. Did you see how long he was alone? She just left him there. I gave him my number, hopefully he'll call me."

"Yah unnie you can't just go for someone's man like that! That's bad karma-"

"AGHHHH", Yeji moaned on accident as Y/n's large and thick cock entered her pussy. She immediately put her hand over her mouth, wishing and praying to any god willing to help her that the two women didn't hear her.

"Are you okay in there?", one of them asked

'Fuck', Yeji thought to herself

"Ye-yes, I'm t-totally fin-e. I just dr-dropped my pho-NE", Yeji told them, hoping that it was enough.

"Are you sure? You sounded almost scared-"

"I'M FINE- I mean I'm fine, do-n't w-worry. T-Thank you-URGH for your conc-cern", Yeji said, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Y/n hit her sweet spot continuously.

"Let's go girl. I'm pretty sure Mr. Handsome is still alone. Maybe if we approach him together he'll be willing to go out with me- I mean us."

Yeji held her breath as she heard the footsteps getting quieter until she heard the sound of the door closing and she finally let out the moan she had been holding in.

Y/n continued fucking her, now harder than before as the whole stall appeared to shake. He slapped her ass with every thrust, his hand print now being on her left and right ass cheek in a bright red. With each slap her pussy tightened around him, her walls milking him harder and harder, begging for his balls to empty every last drop inside her. The floor was wet, a large puddle of Yeji's juices forming between her legs, curtesy of her first and second orgasm.

Y/n grabbed a chunk of her hair, twisting it a few times around his hand, making a makeshift ponytail before pulling it and making her arch her back even more. Yeji looked up to Y/n as he leaned over and kissed her sloppily, hungrily and filled with lust. Their thrusts matched, with Y/n thrusting forward while Yeji backed her ass onto his crotch in circular motions, twerking on his cock.

Y/n took his other hand, his fingers finding their way into Yeji's mouth as she sucked on them before suddenly, the door opened again.

"Honestly how do you even lose your phone? What if we had found the cute guy? How were you planning on asking him-"

"Found it!"

Yeji's mouth suddenly had a hand in front of it as Y/n muffled her moans. He leaned over and started whispering into her ear.

"I'm gonna take my hand away now and you'll replace it with yours. Don't make a sound, atleast not yet, okay?", he told her as she could only nod.

He took away his hand as the two waitresses continued talking in the background. Y/n let go of Yeji's hair, instead using one of his hands to toy with her clit. Yeji fell over, only barely supporting her weight onto the door of the stall while tightly pressing her hand against her mouth as to not make a sound. Y/n drew circles around her sensitive knob and just as Yeji thought it couldn't get any better, or in this case worse, she suddenly felt pressure against her tight asshole.

Yeji turned back, seeing Y/n with a sadistic smirk as he slowly pressed his thumb further and further into his girlfriends backside. She leaned over against the wall once more, barely able to contain her moans before she suddenly felt a presence behind her.

"You want to cum, don't you Yeji? Imagine how you'd have to explain your noises to the two waitresses. What would you say? What would they say after seeing an idol like you getting fucked in a bathroom like a slut?", Y/n whispered.

Yeji tightened around him at the thought of those words. Her walls clamped around him even more than before, making it hard to go in and out of her. Her body was shaking, hard, as she did everything to delay the inevitable.

"I want you to cum, Yeji.", Y/n whispered but was met with a shaking head from the brunette under him.

Y/n continued thrusting, deep and hard, going deeper and deeper with each thrust before he felt a familiar feeling inside his core, the warm feeling spreading through his body like a warm tea on a cold day. His dick throbbed as Yeji's eyes widened. He erupted inside her as Yeji's eyes rolled into the back of her skull, a loud moan escaping her mouth as she now didn't give a fuck anymore about who heard her. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as her walls tightened one last time around her lovers dick before squirting and creating an even bigger puddle, spraying her love juices onto the floor. Her insides continued being painted over by her boyfriends sperm as her whole body shook, her legs almost giving out entirely while she held onto the walls of the stall for support.

The pair stood there for a few seconds as Y/n unloaded rope after rope into Yeji's guts, finally leaving her insides with a satisfied groan as he saw cum dripping out of her pussy and joining her juices on the floor.

Yeji turned around, smiling at her boyfriend before closing the distance and kissing him again. The pair dressed up again and slowly opened the stall, looking around to see if anyone was there before realizing that they had been alone, probably for a while now, their ecstasy having blended out the sound of the bathroom door closing.

They left the bathroom and walked back towards their seats, the food now cold as they called up a waiter and asked for both the bill and for them to put their food into a bag to go.

They soon were out of the restaurant and entered the car, peacefully driving back home before Y/n suddenly felt his belt being unbuckled as he looked down and saw Yeji leaning over and arching her back.

It sure was going to be a long drive home.

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guillotinebypierre · 7 months

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The industry was a lot uglier than most people knew or thought of it. Behind a shallow front of well behaved, perfect and innocent 'role models', or at least thats what the parasitic industry wanted them to be, were regular men and women.

People, who just like everyone else, had desires and were driven by lust.

The lack of freedom with dating and the constant pressure from the public certainly fueled that behavior as idols had to suppress their real identity and could only let lose during private events, events without any cameras and non-idols in them.

Y/n L/n hated these types of events. Not only would he generally describe himself as more of an introvert but the sheer amount of drunk and horny adults in one place paired with having to meet and greet people he would rather stay away from just got on his nerves. He had been in the industry for a few years now, three to be exact. Years, in which he had broken records upon records, getting clean sweeps upon clean sweeps in any and every award show and three-peating in the big awards. Sure, he had a few friends in the industry, like for example the members of BTS and TWICE, whom he had seen as his closest friends due to them helping him through the early stages of his career and him being a fan of both before, or newer groups like NewJeans and Le Sserafim, who had outed themselves as huge fans of his work, but there were a lot of people Y/n would like to never see again if he could and, unfortunately for him, there was one person in particular who just always seemed to know exactly where to find him.

Lalisa Manoban, more commonly known as Lisa or Lalisa, depending on who you ask. One fourth of BLACKPINK, one of the biggest names in the industry and Y/n's ex girlfriend.

Y/n and Lisa had dated a year after he had blown up, remaining private the entire time of their relationship up until the point of their inevitable break up. The relationship was toxic, it was harmful, but it was enticing, it was exciting and even though she did damage to him, he loved it, he loved her.

Y/n grew obsessed with Lisa, obsessed with her features. Features, which had seemingly been crafted with especial care and time by god himself. Y/n used to call her Aphrodite due to her goddess like visuals. He grew obsessed with her body, her toned stomach, her thighs which she would wrap around his head more times than she'd like to admit, her ass, her long legs, everything. He couldn't get enough of her, of her gorgeous skin, luscious and looking as if it had been kissed by the sun itself.

It consumed him. He could not focus on his craft, he could not focus on himself, he could not focus on anything that wasn't Lalisa Manoban. His love for her took over his free time, it took over his other relationships and it became unhealthy.

An unhealthy obsession which she didn't reciprocate.

So he broke it off.

The problem, however, was that due to their line of work he could not get away from her. Both of them were successful, both of them would always get awards and both of them would always get invited to these types of parties.

Today felt different. Y/n had a bad feeling in his stomach, as if his gut was warning him that he should stay at home. His best friends were not coming, his two other favorite groups were not invited due to the groups having underaged members and the nature of these parties being inappropriate for them, meaning that he would have to stay alone.

As he walked through the door of the building in which the party was being held a strong smell of alcohol penetrated his nostrils. He looked around, seeing many familiar faces smiling at him. He walked past a few members of Red Velvet, bowing to them, before slowly making his way towards the bar. He ordered a glass of water and took off going further into the party.

He searched for a secluded place where he could stay for an hour before excusing himself and going back home again, a strategy which he had learned to adapt through many bad parties just like this one.

Y/n soon found a small couch near a balcony that was empty. He sat down and soon enough was joined by an obviously drunk person.

"Y/n I'm so happy to see you here~", she sultrily said into his ear while grabbing onto his bicep.

The room was a bit dark but he could make out her silhouette on first glance. She had a small waist and was wearing a tight dress that accentuated her curves even more. Her hair went down a bit under her breasts and her legs, arms and fingers were long and slender.

Y/n stared at her, wanting to see who the person was before the moonlight fell on her face and he was finally able to take a proper look at the idol in front of him. She had cat like eyes that were brought out by her smoky, black eye shadow. She had a lustful look and licked her lips while looking up and down Y/n's body. Her lips were full, plump and he could see the slight shine of her lip gloss.

"It's really nice to see you too, Yeji. You look gorgeous.", Y/n finally spoke.

"You look exceptionally tasty yourself baby but I think you'd look better between my thighs~", She purred

"Your drunk Yeji", Y/n responded while smirking at her

"And that is relevant because? I'll still want that dick sober", She continued while feeling Y/n up.

"How about I give you my number and we can talk this out when you're sober?", Y/n responded before grabbing her and looking for her manager.

"Fine~ but you better make it up to me, handsome", She told him before leaning in and whispering in his ear

"You wouldn't believe how wet I am right now, if we had been on that couch for a few more minutes I would've fucked you right then and there", leaving Y/n stunned before blowing him a kiss and walking off with her manager.

Y/n walked back towards the bar, buying himself another drink and deciding to stay there this time.

He looked around, seeing the state of the party right now before his thoughts were interrupted by the presence of someone sitting next to him.

"One whisky, please", a female voice said.

"I see you still don't drink alcohol, huh? I guess some habits never change.", she said as he turned to his side and looked at her.

"Please don't leave.", the woman exclaimed as she saw that he was about to stand up.

"Why are you here", he asked her.

"I was invited-"

"I meant why are you here, as in next to me. I don't want to see you.", he interrupted her.

"Ouch, I missed you too, Y/nn", she said while holding a hand on her chest, acting offended.

"Lisa why are you here."

"Can't I talk to an old acquaintance ?"

"Not when that old acquaintance is an ex boyfriend who has nothing and wants nothing to do with you. And here I thought this party could not get worse.", Y/n scoffed.

"Can't be that bad seeing as little miss Itzy leader was practically throwing her pussy at you a few minutes ago. Do you seriously think she can replace me ?", Lisa asked him in a teasing tone before taking a sip out of her glass.

"So this is about jealousy ? I don't think my relationship status is any of your business considering you didn't give a fuck about my feelings when we were dating.", Y/n said before downing the last of his drink and standing up.

"Now play nice, Y/n. We both know I loved you and I have every right to know about your relationships considering we never talked everything out.", Lisa told him before grabbing his forearm

"We said everything that needed to be said.", Y/n said before taking her hands off of him and walking away.

Y/n maneuvered through an entourage of drunk idols dancing on a makeshift dance floor. Slow and sensual RnB music blasted through the speakers. It was already late in the night, the moon being completely out and shining through the large windows of the building they were in. The floor was dirty, empty bottles and cups being in every corner of the room.

Y/n walked further into the building, Lisa trying her best to keep up with him, before seeing him walk into a room and getting in behind him, not caring whether anyone saw them enter together and got the wrong impression.

"I'm giving you one chance to 'talk everything out' and I swear to god that I'm leaving immediately if you start off with 'I'm sorry'", Y/n told her after she closed the door.

Lisa sighed and stood still, as if thinking about what she should say before speaking up.

"After you broke up I realized what I had done, I realized how much I need you, how much you meant to me. I treated you like shit, I know, and I don't deserve a second chance, but I never got closure.", Lisa started.

"Lisa, do you know how long it took for me to heal from that ? Do you know how much it hurt me to break up ? Have you ever thought about how emotionally draining that relationship was ? How harmful it was ? I don't give a fuck about you not getting closure. Why do you think I've been avoiding you all this time ? It's because I know how poisonous you are to me, I know how much you fuck me up, but I also know that I'll always love you and that shit scares me.", Y/n said, his voice breaking at some point.

"Then let this happen, for the sake of both of us", Lisa said before closing the distance and pressing her lips onto his.

It was as if Y/n had lost all motor function at that moment. His brain was telling him to stop, to push her off him and walk away, to walk into his car and drive off as fast as possible. He was almost done healing, he had found his passion and love for music, he could potentially start something with Yeji, but his heart was telling him to continue.

His heart opened up again, the wound splitting and aching just like it had been a few years prior when he realized that their relationship could only end one way. Lisa had come and ripped off a bandaid that wasn't done healing an open wound. She had opened up emotions that Y/n had been pushing down for longer than he could remember. No matter how hard he tried to fight it, he knew why he wasn't fighting back. He knew she did damage to him but he loved it, he loved her, there was nothing better than her poison.

The kisses led to more. They led to something Y/n had tried to erase from his memories. The kisses were sloppy, they weren't rational, nothing of this entire situation was. They were emotional, they were heavy, they were lustful.

Lisa held her hands behind his neck, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pressing him harder against her. Y/n's hands travelled down her lower back, going along her curves before landing on her ass and squeezing it as hard as he could, making her moan into his mouth. Lisa threw her head back in pleasure, looking up into the ceiling while rubbing circles into Y/n's crotch with her hips.

Y/n switched his attention towards her neck, sucking on it and giving her a large hickey on her sweet spot.

The two ex lovers continued their make-out session until inevitably breaking off as the lack of oxygen got to them. They were left panting like animals, lust evident in both of their gazes as they undressed each other with their eyes before doing so with their hands too. Y/n stood up, unbuckling his belt with one hand before sliding his pants off his legs and kicking them into a corner in one swift motion. He then took of his dress shirt before throwing it onto a chair. He turned around, seeing Lisa peel off her tight black Prada dress as they were both only in their underwear now.

The idols met each other in the middle, continuing where they had left off only that this time Y/n picked Lisa up, holding her ass and thighs as she wrapped her kegs around his waist. He swiftly unhooked her bra before quickly taking one of her brown nipples into his mouth and attacking it. He bit it, licked it and toyed with it, giving Lisa a type of pleasure she hadn't felt in years. He knew her body inside and out, both literally and figuratively, something she was reminded of again as every touch he made sent borderline electric shocks of pleasure vibrating through her body.

Y/n walked with Lisa before pressing her against the nearest wall with force. Her pussy was wet, her juices not only coating her own thighs but also Y/n's waist as she was still wrapped around him, so Y/n quickly took his erect dick out of his underwear and without warning entered Lisa's tight center.

She gave a long, drawn out and loud moan as her long nails started digging into Y/n's back. He stood there, giving her a few seconds to adjust to his size before picking up his pace and pounding her into the wall.

Lisa cried out in pleasure as she was once again filled to the brim. She was reminded that she wouldn't find anyone like Y/n, that no one would be able to give her what he was able to give her, both sexually and romantically. She tightened her legs around him, afraid that he would leave her again, before continuously moaning his name loudly into the room, not giving a single fuck about whether or not the plethora of drunk idols, many of which were her friends, would hear them.

Y/n continued holding her ass and thighs, playing with her small but firm rear while licking her body from her neck to her breasts, leaving hickeys wherever he could. He continued fucking her into the morning, his length touching depths no one else could touch as he felt every single fold and texture of her walls. He felt her tightening, subsequently making it harder to go in and out of her.

The room, once filled with emotional talks and discussions about past mistakes and regrets, now seemingly turned into a vessel in which they could live out their lewd and lustful desires. The only thing that could be heard at this point was panting, grunts, moans, cries of pleasure and the arousing sounds of their skin slapping against each other, the wet squelching that could be heard whenever Y/n thrusted deep into Lisa's wet and tight pussy.

Y/n knew it was wrong. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, his brain was still somewhat fighting his heart in what could only be described as a hail mary attempt of getting him out of a situation he would later regret, but he knew it was to late. Lisa was his angel of the night, he could drown in between her thighs and even though he knew she was bad for him, she just tasted too sweet.

He continued fucking her until he was slowly feeling his stamina diminishing. He was strong and Lisa was by no means heavy, but fucking someone as fast and hard as he was while holding them up was not something he could keep up with for more then 10 minutes, so he slowly got her off the wall before walking over to the bed and dropping her there.

He bent down and captured Lisa's lips with his again before she suddenly flipped them over while he was still inside her, making her be the one on top now as she started riding him. She started throwing her ass back on his dick, showing him how she could move her hips as she wrote her name on him. Lisa threw her head back once again as she felt sensory overload due to the over stimulation of Y/n's large cock rearranging her insides while one of his hands played with her nipples and the other rubbed circles over her clit.

Lisa came, creaming on Y/n's dick once again while her legs shook and her mouth hung open, her tongue hanging out and her eyes rolling back into her head. Her walls tightened around Y/n's length, even more than they already were as she showed him once again that she knew how to ride it right.

Seeing as she was distracted Y/n flipped them

over again before mercilessly pounding into the petite body of the woman under him again, not caring that she was still sensitive. His hand found its way towards her clit again while one hand was now around her throat, showing her that he, too, hadn't forgotten about their past relations. He knew how to play his role while he was inside her, having his hand around her throat as she got even wetter, if that was even possible at this point, as he knew she liked that.

Lisa screamed his name again, having now come back to her senses after another consecutive orgasm while creaming on his dick, the sheets being completely damp at this point while the room smelled of sex.

She looked into his eyes while he continued to apply a comfortable amount of pressure around her throat as she felt him throbbing inside her, indicating that he would soon be unloading his cum inside her pussy, painting her walls white again like an artist coming back from hiatus.

Y/n's thrust got slower but continued growing in intensity, each thrust being harder and reaching deeper than the last as the bed frame continued pounding against the wall. His dick continued exploring Lisa's insides, the bulge forming around her stomach where his dick was hitting now being acknowledged by the two ex lovers. Y/n prepared to cum, looking into Lisa's eyes with a look she knew all too well

"Inside. Give it to me please baby", she told him

Y/n continued thrusting, holding back for as long as he could, before giving one last long thrust and exploding inside her, shooting thick, long, hot rope of his white liquid after the other, filling the petite woman up to the brim. He stayed inside her for a few seconds as she milked every last drop out of his balls before slowly removing himself from her and immediately seeing a waterfall of his cum leaking out of her tight hole.

Lisa giggled as Y/n sat down next to her laying figure.

"Are Jennie, Rosie or Jisoo here with you?", Y/n asked

"Why ? Want to ask them to join ?", Lisa asked while using her elbows to hold her upper body up.

Y/n looked at her with a deadpan expression as he was unamused by her joke.

"Ok fine, yeah they are here."

"Good then I can leave in peace knowing there's someone here to make sure nothing happens to you.", he replied before standing up and putting his clothes back again.

"Wait what ? What are you doing ? Did this mean nothing to you ?", Lisa asked as she tried to stand up, realizing that her legs were jello after the number Y/n had done on her

"Lay down Lisa, you probably won't be walking for a few days now.", he replied as he buttoned his dress shirt up.

"And to answer your question, no this meant nothing to me. This was just 'closure' for you-"

"What about us", Lisa asked as she looked into Y/n's eyes with desperation

"We are not a thing Lisa. We stopped being a few years ago. You should've been worried about us when you continued leading me on, when you saw how much I was giving you but were unable to give me even a fraction of what I was doing for you. I gave up on you after seeing that you replaced me with some random guy a few months after I broke up.", he replied before putting on his shoes and making his way to the door.

"I hope this was enough closure because I don't want to talk to you again, Lisa. And if you see me at any award show, don't bother. The last thing I want are people on the internet shipping us.", Y/n said before closing the door leaving a dumbfounded Lisa with tears going down her cheeks.

Y/n walked around the building seeing that the party was still in full effect, dodging drunk idols before finally finding the people he was looking for.

"Y/n hi it's so nice to see you~"

"Is it just me or have you gotten more handsome since we last saw you? You certainly grew bigger~"

"Do you want to spend some time with us three ? I would love to dance with you Y/n~"

"Jennie, Rosie, Jisoo, it's really nice seeing you girls too", Y/n replied while giving each one a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm actually leaving right now but I wanted to ask you girls if you could look after Lisa until your manager gets her. She's in the room at the end of the hallway.", Y/n continued.

"Of course we can Y/n. But you better make it up to us. You are ditching us after all", Jennie said while pouting at him.

"Of course I will Jen, when have I ever not made you girls happy", Y/n said while smirking.

The girls giggled before he said his goodbyes and walked towards the entrance of the building. He walked towards his car, taking a moment for himself. He took a deep breath, rubbing his face with both hands before running his hand through his hair. He starts the engine of his car just before his phone vibrates and an unknown number texts him.

>Heyyyy Y/nn

>its me, Yeji

>you know, your favorite idol?

>the one with the lips you kept staring at?

>I just wanted to say that I got home a while ago and I'm almost entirely sober right now.

>thanks for taking care of me tonight, handsome

>Can't wait to meet up, I really need you

>hit me up once you get home

>xoxo Yeji❤️

--to be continued--

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guillotinebypierre · 8 months

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-Continuation of last post-

"How far away is your hotel ?", Soyeon asked

Her tone didn't indicate any emotion yet her eyes were sultry and practically screamed at Y/n to hurry the fuck up and get them to his room.

"About a 15 minute drive, 10 if we're lucky with traffic.", he replied before starting the engine and driving off.

"Good, then please focus on the road and don't mind me", Soyeon said before reaching over and unbuckling Y/n's belt.

She got to work quickly, not even giving the man time to respond before taking his cock out and shoving it deep into her throat. Her throat was warm and as tight as her body looked to be. Y/n felt the muscles contracting around his dick, feeling every crevice of her. Focussing on the street was becoming harder and harder, creating the objective in Y/n's mind to just get to his hotel as quickly as possible.

The interior of the expensive car was filled with gagging and slurping, indicative of Soyeon giving so much effort that Y/n was sure he'd have to get his pants cleaned after this. Stoping at a red light gave Y/n the little breathing space he needed as he threw his head back and grabbed a fistful of the hair of the woman in front of him. He guided her head even further down his cock, making her nose touch his base, holding her there for a few seconds before helping her come up again. He looked over at the rapper, seeing her hungry eyes look back at him. The moonlight illuminated her gorgeous face, her plump lips with her now smeared red lipstick. Her chin which was coated with saliva and precum. Her perfect eyebrows, her black eyeshadow that perfectly encapsulated Soyeon's energy, almost giving her this dominant and bossy esque aura that also matched her hair. Everything about her was perfect- so perfect in fact that Y/n slowly leaned over, wanting to kiss her until-

*BEEP*

Y/n remembered that they were still on the street and pressed into the gas pedal.

"You looked like you fell in love for a second Y/nn", Soyeon said while chuckling.

"Was my head that good ? Because if that's all it took for you to fall in love I think I'll be leaving your hotel room with a ring on my finger", she continued before reaching over and stroking your chest.

She used one hand and slowly touched along your jawline while using her other hand to slowly stroke you, using the saliva and precum that coated you from shaft to tip as lubrication. Her long fingers barely reached around him but she went at it nonetheless. She reached over and started whispering in his ear.

"I bet this feels amazing, doesn't it baby ? It feels much better than whatever Jennie did to you, right. I can feel you throbbing in my hand, you're body is practically begging to release all over my fingers.

Y/nn I'm so wet right now you can't even imagine baby. I can't wait for us to get to your room so you can fuck me all the way into the morning. "

Her words sent shivers done his spine and his erection only grew bigger and harder, if that even was possible. Soyeon noticed the effect her words were having, too, and moved towards his crotch again, taking in Y/n's large cock into her mouth once more. The gagging and slurping continued like they never left, this time overshadowing the low and steamy music blasting from the speakers of the car. Y/n pressed deeper into the gas pedal and was quickly met with the consequences as a bright flash woke him up from his quick ascent into heaven. He had gotten caught for speeding while having the leader of one of the biggest Kpop acts currently out with his dick in her mouth.

Nevertheless Y/n decided to just pay the fine and continued driving towards his destination. Once they had arrived he grabbed Soyeon's head and removed her from his crotch before finally giving her the long awaited kiss. The kiss was passionate, it was sloppy, it was hot and, most importantly, it was filled with lust. He practically shoved his tongue into the mouth of the petite woman next to him while moving his hands towards her waist. Soyeon interlocked her fingers behind his neck and slowly started getting rid of his shirt. Y/n, much to Soyeon's disapproval, backed off and insinuated that he wanted to get out of the car.

"As much as I'd love to fuck you right here and right now noona, we can't risk getting caught by dispatch or any other paparazzi. Plus I think my room is a bit comfier than this car."

"But we can just close the curtains Y/nn, please I need you in me.", Soyeon pouted.

Y/n damn near gave in but he knew better. He was horny but he wasn't about to let his dick do the thinking for him. He got out of the car and went over to Soyeon's side, opening the door for her before rushing into the hotel with her, vary of any potential paparazzi around the area. They ran into the nearest elevator, not even bothering to say hello to the staff working in the reception. The elevator doors soon closed and with that the couple continued where they had left off. Y/n hastily pressed the button with a large '15' on it before grabbing Soyeon by her thighs and lifting her off the ground, pressing her back against the elevator. Her legs wrapped around his torso as his right hand found its way between her legs. Her panties were soaked in her juices, her arousal so obvious that perhaps even a blind person could see it. Y/n teased her by stroking her pussy through her underwear, making sure to use long and drawn-out strokes. All the while using his tongue to further explore her mouth, almost sucking her soul out, much like she had done to him a few minutes prior in his car. The elevator soon stopped at their destination, the 15th floor and with a loud *Ding* Y/n got the message carried Soyeon out of the lift.

The 15th floor was exactly like one would imagine a 15th floor in a luxurious hotel to look like. A fancy red carpet on the floor, a mixture of white and beige tones with elegant and tasteful golden accents. There were vases placed in a pleasing distance from one another that looked like they'd put you in bankruptcy if you were to break, and ultimately replace, one and lastly, it was completely deserted. Alas not many could afford a room in the hotel, let alone a room in the highest and most expensive floor, but still it was as if the entire place was deserted. Y/n walked towards the door with a large golden number '5' on it and quickly pressed a six digit code into the pad at the door before opening it and closing the door with a strong kick. He turned the lights on and walked a bit while taking his shoes off.

After what seemed like an awful long amount of time he finally arrived at a bed and laid Soyeon on it. The bed was soft, the bed sheets smelled much like Y/n. It was like laying on a cloud, a cloud that so happens to have a smell that made you even hornier, if one were to believe Soyeon's description, that is. She didn't know what fragrance it was, she didn't know what about said fragrance made it so special but it was like it released pheromones into the air that made Soyeon want Y/m to fuck her even more. Y/n removed himself from Soyeon's lips for a second time that night, much to her annoyance, before going over to the light switch and turning it off. He proceeded to walk towards the large windows and pushed the curtains away, making the moon shine right into the room. Y/n slowly started stripping himself in front of Soyeon, coming full circle considering his partners today did this exact same thing for him, before throwing away his clothes somewhere into the room. The moon fell onto Y/n's smooth skin, making his muscular physique stand out even more. The lighting defined his muscles, making Soyeon drool even more. He took off his pants, which now had a few saliva stains thanks to Soyeon before climbing back on top of her. He kissed her again and for what felt like the fiftieth time today, it was like time stopped for the both of them.

It was as though a million small fireworks went off inside their brains, it was as if every single neuron was working in order to transmit dopamine and endorphins all throughout their bodies. Unfortunately they still needed oxygen, which forced them to stop making out after some time.

Y/n stared at Soyeon, practically undressing her with his eyes before speaking "Do you plan on undressing or do you want me to rip those clothes off of you noona ?"

"Do whatever you want to me baby, noona is all yours tonight", Soyeon replied with a raspy voice.

Y/n saw it as an invitation and so he grabbed at the bodice of her dress before, in one swift motion, ripping it in half. Just as Soyeon, who was obviously startled at the action of her younger lover, was about to say something, Y/n latched onto her neck, almost instantly finding and sucking on her sweet spot. For the third time that day, a room that belonged to Y/n was filled with moans as he marked his lovers neck with hickeys. Y/n descended, now giving her collarbones attention while also playing with her nipples. He continued going down and was now licking and sucking on his noona's breasts. Soyeon wasn't well endowed in that department but to Y/n they were perfect. With one hand he pinched and toyed with one nipple while the other got pleasured with his tongue and mouth. Soyeon threw her head back and continued moaning Y/n's name. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, much like he had done to her in his car, and pressed her lovers mouth even more into her breasts. Her other hand found it's way to Y/n's muscular back, looking for anything to use as something to hold on. Her long and sharp nails dug into the skin above his trapezius and scratched it, drawing blood and creating a mixture of pain and pleasure for Y/n. He continued licking across her body, spending time on her midsection and soon enough Soyeon's first orgasm arrived.

A wave of pleasure overtook the young woman, drowning her in ecstasy as the continued build up of the teasing in the car and the elevator as well as the mouth play in the car and the current fore play got too much for her and it came crushing down with what could be described as a spasm tsunami. Soyeon moaned, louder than she had been before, and Y/n's name could be heard throughout pretty much the entire floor. Her nails dug deeper into his back and her grip around his hair got tighter. Y/n decided to continue with what he was doing, as he now went on to rip the bottom part, or rather the part that was still intact, of Soyeon's dress, together with her now completely drenched panties before immediately diving in and tongue fucking her vagina. She tasted incredible, unlike anything Y/n had tasted before. She was sweet, it was addictive. It was as if the taste released pheromones into the air that made Y/n want to fuck Soyeon even more. He lapped up her constantly flowing juices as if he had been in a desert for the past weeks and had finally found a source of water. He practically drank Soyeon's fluids like his life depended on it. His tongue continuously made it's way into her inner walls, feeling around her hot core, exploring every nook and cranny until he finally found her g-spot. His tongue relentlessly aimed at it, focussing on it until once more, the pleasure got too overwhelming for Soyeon and she succumbed to her inner instincts.

Soyeon's second orgasm hit even harder than the first one, if possible. Her nails dug into the bed sheets, surely ripping them in some way, while her other hand pressed Y/n's head as deep as humanly possible into her crotch, surely suffocating her lover. Her climax washed over her once more like someone had thrown a bucket full of ice cold water over her head. It was as if all her senses had been turned up to the max. None of this mattered, however, as Y/n switched up his tactics and now inserted three fingers into Soyeon's tight pussy. His fingers curled up slightly as he aimed for the spot he had been abusing with his tongue prior, an action that elicited a reaction soon after as Soyeon screamed out his name in pleasure. His mouth latched onto her clit, his tongue switching between drawing letters onto her button and sucking on it. All those things eventually led to the inevitable as Soyeon, once again, arched her back while clawing at Y/n's head as the burning sensation in her core boiled over and traveled across her whole body.

Y/n slowly stood up and looked at the small woman beneath him. Her shoulder long hair sprawled out across the large bed. Her own drool dribbling down her chin. The moon shining on her petite breasts and the absolute mess that he had made of her lower body. Her legs were probably too weak to balance her weight after all the pleasure he had put her through. Y/n took of the last remaining piece of clothing, his underwear, before also throwing it into the growing stack of clothing. Soyeon looked up at her lover, lust still evident in her eyes, inviting him to enter her body, before nodding at him. Y/n slowly inserted himself in order to give Soyeon time to adjust to his size. Her breath hitched as her vision got blurry. Her breathing became quicker and more uneven. Her moans got louder and more drawn-out. Soyeon arched her back and slowly, after realising that Y/n wasn't moving, started moving herself, fucking herself with Y/n's dick. He got the message and soon upped his pace.

Soyeon's breath never went back to normal as the pace at which she was getting fucked never went down either. The bed was shaking, banging against the wall. Soyeon reached up and interlocked her fingers between Y/n's neck again. She slowly moved onto his back and soon enough her nails started marking even more portions of it. Her mouth also found its way onto his body as she bit into his shoulder, quite hardly, as she came once more. Her walls tightened around Y/n, making it almost impossible for him to move inside her as he helped her ride out her orgasm. After making sure that she came down from her high, Y/n switched positions, making her go face down and ass up as he was now fucking her into the mattress. He fucked her roughly, spanking her perky ass cheeks hard and often, making his hand start imprinting on them. Her moans started getting louder with each slap and her body also shook with each thrust. With every touch he gave it was as if her body became tighter and tighter. Y/n grabbed a fistful of her hair, making her look up at him before smashing their lips together. He lusted for her tongue again, he longed for the feeling and the taste of her soft, plump, cherry flavored lips. Their kiss was even sloppier and messier than before, tongues fighting for dominance and trying to explore each others mouth. A fight which was as won as soon as it started as with each pull of her hair, with each slap of her ass, with each thrust into her tight pussy, Soyeon was left with her mouth open. The pleasure became too much for the two of them as Y/n lost his composure and pushed Soyeon into the mattress. His larger body laid over her smaller frame as he relentlessly pounded into Jeon's pussy, his large cock almost splitting her in half. Her moans were turning into whimpers as she didn't even have the energy anymore to make loud noises. Y/n used one hand to play with her clit as the other was still used to slap her ass and soon enough the stimulation was too much, making Soyeon's insides tighten up once more around Y/n's dick. Her pussy sucked him in one more time as his strokes became messier and the focus shifted on their strength. With one last stroke Y/n buried himself as deep as he could, his tip almost kissing her womb before releasing stream after stream of his semen inside of her. His cock throbbed for what seemed like eternity as he unloaded every last drop that was inside his balls into Soyeon's body. He stayed inside her until everything was empty before removing himself and seeing what looked like a waterfall of his sperm come out of her pussy. He collapsed next to the goddess next to him before pulling her close to him. She instinctively grabbed onto him, cuddling with his body before almost immediately falling asleep.

-time skip-

Y/n POV

I wake up and my head is aching. Actually scratch that, my whole body is aching. Especially my back for some reason. I look over at the clock and see it's 7a.m. I have another five hours to kill until I'm needed at the venue again, great. Wait where's Soyeon noona? And what's this feeling-

I rip off the blanket and see something that's probably forever going to be engraved into my mind.

Soyeon noona is there. Naked. With my dick in her mouth.

*Pop* "Good morning baby. Did you sleep well ? I hope your back doesn't hurt too much, I really did a number on you while you were doing a number on me", she said before taking me into her mouth again.

"I slept- JESUS I slept very well noona, t-Thank you", I said while moaning as Soyeon licked a specific part of my dick.

I grabbed a bunch of her hair again, making a makeshift ponytail before helping guide her up and down my shaft. I start getting more invested as I am now basically using her mouth as a, very very expensive and very very gorgeous, pocked pussy. Gagging and slurping noises fill the room once more as her throat gets filled with my dick. I feel her saliva drip down my shaft onto my balls as I go deeper and deeper into her throat with each thrust. I can feel her tightening around me, making me feel things I've never felt before. Sweat starts dripping down my forehead as the throat fucking starts getting intenser. I start becoming self conscious and start asking myself if maybe I'm handling Soyeon too rough, however, one look at her face shows me the opposite as I can see a large grin appearing on her ethereal face. Slowly but surely my orgasm makes itself seen as a familiar sensation comes up from my core. Toes start curling, my dick starts throbbing and my head is thrown back before I bust inside Soyeon's tight throat. My load goes straight into her stomach as she swallows every last bit before releasing me with a loud popping noise and coming back up again.

"You know noona, I still haven't had breakfast yet", I say to her while slowly smirking.

"Oh yeah? And what do you want me to do about that?", Soyeon replies while crawling towards me.

"I don't know noona, I've been craving you a lot recently? Mind giving me a taste-"

I couldn't even finish as my face is greeted with Soyeon's amazing pussy. She sits on my face and I immediately get to work. First my tongue dances around her outer labia, teasing her entrance before diving in like yesterday and tongue fucking her. By now her insides have been basically memorised by my body, which helps me quickly find her g-spot again. Soyeon's moans fill the room once more with a sound that to me is angelic. She screams my name as I continuously pleasure the goddess on top of me. Soyeon starts grinding against my face, moving in circles on top of me. She moves her hips like she'd normally do on stage, throwing her ass around in a circle for me before my arms find their way onto Soyeon's thighs, grabbing them and pressing her body even harder against my mouth as I desperately try to drink up every last ounce of her fluids. I continue eating her out like it was my last day on earth until she stands up and suddenly squirts onto me and the bed sheets. She throws her head back and smiles but I quickly grab her thighs again and place her pussy back on top of my mouth. Soyeon's moans return as the never ending attack on her through constant stimulation goes into it's last phase.

My mouth latches onto her clit as I start writing my name on her with my tongue. Her screams get louder and louder as the stimulation on her already sensitive body becomes too much. Her body shakes again, thighs pressing against my head and back arching, until she finally drops on top of me and falls asleep once more.

I stand up and stretch, looking around for a bit. The room was enormous, much more than I'd ever need if I'm honest. The doorway was accompanied by a walk-in closet that currently housed my clothes and shoes. If one continued going straight forward one would find a small living room space where a large couch, a small table and a tv, that was mounted onto the wall, stood. Currently there was also a pair of very expensive high heels and my shoes thrown next to it. There was a few plants and vases as well as paintings decorating the 'living room' before the large bed could be seen. The bed was...a mess. It was wet due to a mixture of sweat, cum and saliva. The sheets were ripped, the pillow cases completely wrinkled, the sheets on the ground. Not to mention the large pile of clothes in the middle of the room and the ripped Dior dress whose shreds were in different parts of the room. I picked up the clothes and folded them neatly before putting them into a bag. They won't get worn again for the time being so might as well put them away already. Having sone that I walked into the bathroom. The bathroom was also incredibly large for no good reason. I turned the water on for a bath and left the bathroom again.

"What time is it baby", a sleepy Soyeon asked me groggily

"Around 8ish noona", I replied

"I'm gonna go take a bath...Do you want to join me?", I asked her as I leaned on the doorframe

"If you want to fuck me that badly you could just say it baby, no need to-"

"I want to fuck you again noona. Want to do it in the bathtub?", I interrupted her

She looked at me a bit shocked before slowly smiling and standing up, or rather trying (and failing miserably) to stand up.

"Careful noona. You have a performance to give today."

"You really did a number on me wow, and here I thought Jihyo was exaggerating when she told me she couldn't walk properly after you were finished with her.", she said

I carried her to the bathtub before getting in myself.

"How long do we have until we need to be at the venue?", Soyeon asked

"About 4 hours.", I replied

"Oh baby you better start thinking about a speech because after these 4 hours you'll want to marry your noona"

And with that Soyeon smashed her lips against mine..again.

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guillotinebypierre · 8 months

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You and Jennie had been drifting apart lately. It was bound to happen, in your opinion. Jennie was a household name in one of the biggest music acts of your generation while you were a regular human, not a celebrity. You never thought she'd be a person who'd cheating, however, you knew that the sweet and wholesome relationship was bound to stop being as sweet or as wholesome as it was in it's glory days. You couldn't blame her but the way she did it- that's what pissed you off.

-Y/n POV-

Today was another boring day at work. Being a CEO is nice and it gives you a lot of money, however, the day to day activities you have to do are boring as shit. I'm just happy that its over soon.

My phone suddenly vibrates and I, thankfully as ever for a distraction, check it as soon as I could. The notification was a message from my girlfriend. Normally she doesn't text me when she's on schedule, I wonder what that's about.

J❤️

Hey Y/n. I've been thinking about us for the past days and I feel like I'm not happy anymore with our relationship. I see that you're still trying hard but I don't want to lead you on. I guess I just fell out of love. What I'm trying to say is that we should break up. It's the better thing to do for the two of us.

-Seen

The better thing for the both of us? How does she take the power to decide that for us? And what does that even mean? How is it better for us? And why the fuck would she do this over text? But fine, if she wants to play this way I'll play this way.

I decided to just leave her on read. If she fell out of love I'll just cut her off, not like she'd care. At the end of the day I'm not the one losing here, no matter who she starts dating I'll always be her best.

And with that I focused on work again so I could finally go home.

I finish the rest of work quickly before going outside and getting into my car. I decide to order some food as I was too tired and drained to cook, however, as I open my phone up I see some headlines that just added salt to an already open wound.

'BLACKPINK JENNIE SEEN HOLDING HANDS AND SPENDING TIME WITH UNIDENTIFIED MALE. YG YET TO RELEASE A STATEMENT'

'UNIDENTIFIED MALE REVEALED TO BE NCT TAEYEONG. SM AND YG CONFIRM RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THE TWO.'

The first headline was published three days ago and the last time we went on a date was last week, I guess she really just needed a reason to see someone else without her conscience annoying her. Well good riddance to you then.

With my appetite now gone, I should probably just go home and sleep.

-Jennie POV-

"Unnie what did he say?", Lisa asked me

"He hasn't responded.", I replied dryly

I can understand that he needs a bit to digest this but I didn't expect him to ghost me entirely. I'm not sure how to feel about this.

"Don't worry unnie. You probably just caught him off guard with that message. I'm sure he'll respond after sitting on it for a while. I just hope that you don't regret this and that it's truly for the better of both of you.", Lisa replied before getting up and walking towards the door, indicating that we should go back to practice.

-2 years later-

The incident, in many ways, changed Y/n. He fell back into his old ways, going clubbing more often and having sex with more people, not being a stay at home person anymore. His company had only grown in the meantime, with him as their front man. His face was plastered everywhere and he was featured on the Forbes list multiple times. His company also managed to expand towards the West, buying buildings in Europe and North America and bringing in profit from outside of Asia. His newfound success also meant newfound opportunities, many of them in the Kpop industry, ironically. He was approached by a lot of companies, namely the big three and HYBE, in order to do partnerships and to finance events. With Y/n being only 22 years old it was believed that he could very easily connect and relate to the idols. And oh boy, Y/n did connect with some idols.

-Y/n POV-

The sunlight is starting to shine through my curtains. I am without wanting to ripped out of my sleep. My back aches and stings and my neck feels weird. I try to lift my upper body up but feel a bit more weight on me than usual. Looking down I see a mess of black hair greeting me and suddenly I remember everything. My back stings because of her nails. My neck feels weird because she felt the need to 'mark her territory'. I stare at her, probably a bit too long, and soon she stirs awake.

"Good morning baby", Jihyo tells me in her deep morning voice. She uses my chest for support and lifts her face up until we are at eye level. She kisses me and smiles.

"You were out of this world last night. The rumors truly did not do you justice. If you don't watch out I'll snatch you up and make you mine forever", she continued while laying back down and putting her head on my chest.

I smile at her and hug her naked figure before trying to get up. Keyword trying.

"And where do you think you're going? Did you really think I'd let you get away after only five rounds? This morning sex better make me lose my mind because otherwise I'm not willing to let you go.", she told me while straddling me. My hands instinctively grab onto her hips and look up at the goddess above me before I come back to my senses.

"Ji I'd love to taste you again but we both know that today is a busy day with the event going on in a few hours. I need to go to the venue to meet with the PD-nims and the staff before the artists arrive. Hell, even you and the girl will be there. Your manager will be ripping your head off if you don't move.", I try to persuade her. (authors note: think about the 'event' as a Kpop version of Rolling Loud. Big name celebrities all performing for a weekend and since you are the CEO of a rich company, your company will be financing the event, hence why you need to be there beforehand)

"Well if manager-nim wants to rip my head off they'll need to get me off you first because I'm not moving. Now come here and rock your noona's world again. The sooner we start the sooner you can leave~", she replied while smirking before moving closer and kissing me roughly.

-time skip-

-3rd Person POV-

Y/n was running late. After the session with Jihyo he quickly jumped into the shower before putting on presentable clothes and leaving to go to the venue. Unfortunately for him, traffic luck wasn't on his side and so he arrived a bit later than he had wished for. It was almost time for the artists to start rolling in, something Y/n had desperately tried to avoid overlapping with his schedule, both due to the amount of people being at venue skyrocketing once the artists arrive and due to the fact that a certain girl group was also part of the line up, a certain girl group whose members he hadn't seen in over two years, a streak he wished to keep.

Nonetheless, he had finally arrived on the venue and was making his way towards the important people while greeting staff and thanking them for their work.

"Ah Y/n-ssi, welcome. We were just waiting for you.", Bang Sihyuk said once he saw Y/n walking up to them.

"I apologize for being late, traffic really wasn't helping today", Y/n replied while shaking hands with everyone.

"Don't worry about it son, you're right on time to see the artists come!", Park Jinyoung said while walking towards a more secluded part of the backstage area.

"I see. Well, either way, let's get down to business, shall we? I really wouldn't want to take away even more of your time.", Y/n replied while leading Lee Sooman, JYP, YG and Bang PD into a room.

The general topic regarded the financial aspect of the event, how much money each company would be taking, but also more organization and general safety measures for the idols themselves. Their conversation finished quickly and so, each of them was left to go deal with their business. Just as Y/n had finished his goodbyes to everyone and was ready to go away to his own, private area, he was stopped by YG.

"Ah L/n, would you mind coming with me? I wanted to introduce you to my artists. We at YG value respect and I believe the girls should thank you for reaching out to us and giving them the spot", he told Y/n while grabbing his shoulder.

Y/n started feeling uneasy. This was just like the script of a bad movie. He could already tell where this was heading and he didn't like it one bit.

"Ah this really isn't necessary. Especially since it wasn't me alone who reached out. My staff deserves all the praise, really. And I don't want to bother your artists, I'm sure they're busy practicing and nervous for their performance.", Y/n replied

"No really, I insist. Come on son let's meet them.", YG said before dragging Y/n off to meet them.

The men walked a bit through the venue, all the while Y/n mentally prepared himself for the confrontation he had subconsciously tried to avoid for the past two years of his life. He wasn't scared, he was just not sure if he could keep calm seeing Jennie after all this time. And he surely didn't feel like snapping in front of THE YG.

They soon arrived at a door which had 'BLACKPINK' printed on it. They knocked on the door and soon it opened, showing the face of the same woman Y/n had once loved.

"Hi Jennie. I'll be quick I promise, I just wanted to introduce you girls to someone."

From her angle she wasn't able to make out the face of the man behind her boss, so she turned around and they followed behind her. They arrived at a couch where the rest of the group was currently sitting on. All of them were on their phone, totally oblivious that an old acquaintance of theirs.

"Girls, I'd like to introduce you to Y/n L/n. Not sure if you know him, he's the CEO of L/n Enterprises, the sponsor and financer of this event. Please be kind and show respect.", YG said.

The silence that followed was astonishing. The tension in the room was as thick as snow and nobody was brave enough to speak up.

"Pleasure to meet you girls, thanks for accepting our invitation, its an honor to have you with us, I'm excited for your performance later.", Y/n said with a forced smile while bowing to them.

"I'll leave you alone for a bit, I really need to do something with Jinyoung before we add the finishing touches.", YG excused himself out of the room.

As soon as the door closed behind him the tension grew even worse. Y/n's fake smile dropped and was soon replaced by an emotionless face. His sharp jawline tensed, he looked down onto the women, nay the woman, in front if him. His dark eyes laid on the girls, almost daring them to speak. As for the girls, it seemed like they were unable to form a sentence. It was as if Y/n's stare was too much for them. Luckily for everyone this was cut short as someone unexpected walked into the room.

"Jennie- Oh Mr. L/n! I didn't know you'd be here. I just wanted to drop by and ask Jennie if our date still stands?", Kai from EXO said after suddenly barging in.

"Yes it does", Jennie responded with a small smile.

"Alright then I'll just go back for sound check-" "Oppa wait we'll go with you", the other three members of BLACKPINK interrupted him.

The door soon closed for a second time and now there suddenly were only two people left. Y/n looked down onto Jennie, who looked everywhere but him.

"This conversation felt inevitable so how about you cut straight to the check. Why did you do it Jennie?", Y/n asked her as he crossed his arms.

"I thought I told you? Wait don't tell me you're still not over-"

"Jennie believe me when I say this, I lost any respect I had for you when you decided to break up with me via text. I don't give a fuck about you and I certainly don't want nor do I need your heart. I just want to know why."

"I fell out of love. I don't know when, why or how it started but your love just turned bad.", Jennie said while fidgeting with her fingers

"You say my love was bad but I literally sacrificed everything for you. I damn near worked myself to death, doing overtime multiple times a week to make time for our dates, clearing up schedule after schedule in record time, sometimes even sleeping in the office just to make sure we could see each other whenever you were free. I was nothing but respectful and understanding towards you and you didn't even have the courage nor respect to break up with me in person. Please stop lying to my face and tell me the actual reason.", Y/n angrily told her. His composure was almost gone and he felt himself almost snapping

He looked at Jennie, expecting an answer but not getting one, so he just stood up and got to leaving.

"Oh and also, this is who's supposed to replace me? You're kidding me, right? There's no way you're for real. This is almost disrespectful. It's a downgrade and we both know it."

And with that Y/n slammed the door.

-Small time skip to after the first day of the event-

The first night was a full success. It marked one of the highest attendances in Korea's history. The fans went wild, the artists had a blast, the security was on point, nothing went wrong and everybody left happy and excited for day two. Well, almost everybody.

Jennie Kim was currently walking around the venue. Her set had recently ended and she was supposed to meet up with Kai in half an hour, however, she was looking for someone. While preparing for her performance she heard multiple idols, ranging from damn near all of TWICE to the older members of rookie group Le Sserafim and also Aespa, talking about you, more specifically the way you are in the bedroom, so she, filled with jealousy, wanted to ask you a few questions. She arrived at a door with your name printed on it and knocked hard.

"Come in", a muffled shout came back at her.

She opened the door and looked at you. Your coat was gone and so was your tie. Your top two buttons on your shirt were unbuttoned, showing the assault Jihyo had done to your neck earlier. Your sleeves were rolled up, showing off your big forearms. You stared at Jennie before clearing your throat.

"To what do I owe the displeasure Ms Kim?"

"I came here to talk to you about some things Y/nn"

"Our conversation finished a bit ago, I don't know what else there is to say. And also, stop calling me that. You lost those privileges long time ago."

"Well, Y/n, I heard a lot of idols talking about your sexlife, specifically about you sleeping around."

"And why the fuck does that concern you? We aren't daring and last time I checked you're seeing someone else. Stop worrying about me"

"I don't care that you're no longer committed, why are you sleeping around with everybody?", Jennie asked getting visibly angrier

"Onces again, why the FUCK do you care?", Y/n responded annoyed

"I just am alright"

"But why? I have nothing to do with you, I don't owe you anything-"

"BECAUSE I STILL LOVE YOU ALRIGHT. I MADE A MISTAKE TWO YEARS AGO AND IT'S BEEN KILLING ME EVER SINCE. I MISS YOU AND I WANT YOU BACK AND HEARING THEM TALK ABOUT YOU LIKE THAT MAKES ME SICK", Jennie screamed

Y/n looked at her for a second, deep in thought before laughing at her.

"You really think I care Jennie? I told you already, I don't want your heart. I am over you, I have been over you for the past two years. You're pathetic."

What happened next, however, surprised even Y/n. Jennie, seemingly having had enough, jumped at Y/n, kissing him sloppily. Y/n froze but soon enough kissed back. The kissed were messy. They were hot, they were not fueled by or filled with love, at least not from both sides. On one side Jennie poured everything into them, hoping to win her ex-lover back, while on the other side Y/n's were filled with hatred. The kisses got steamier the make out session soon making them rid their clothes, leaving both of them in their undergarments.

Y/n ripped Jennie's bra and panties in half before taking off his boxers. In his mind the sooner he finishes the sooner he can get away from this- parasite- that wouldn't leave him alone. He took one of his fingers and stuck it inside Jennie, making her moan into his mouth. Having decided that she was wet enough as is, Y/n stuck his cock inside his ex-lover. The room, once filled with shouts, now portrayed a scene straight out of an erotic novel as moan after moan bounced from wall to wall.

Y/n, having assumed the dominant position, laid Jennie down on her back, subsequently stopping fucking her for a split second, before grabbing her hips again and trusting as hard and fast as he could, precisely hitting her sweet spot with each stroke. Jennie covered her eyes with her arms, seemingly embarrassed by either the situation, or the sounds she was making, or the fact that she had a date with another man in about 20 minutes, or all of the above. Y/n, however, wasn't having any of that. He grabbed her arms, holding them above her head before looking her straight in the eyes and leaning down next to her ear.

"Your body still remembers me doesn't it? For someone who was laughing at me before, asking if I wasn't over her, it seems a lot like you were never over me to begin with. If you want to confess, might as well do it right now before you cum."

"I- I LOVE Y- OH MY GOD YOU Y- OHHH Y/N. I'M CUMMING", Jennie screamed

Her orgasm hit the small girl like a truck, leaving her body a shaking mess, thighs wrapping around Y/n's torso, head thrown back, eyes rolled into her skull, back arched. She creamed on Y/n's dick, making her cum drip down onto the couch, slowly but surely forming a small puddle.

Y/n removed himself from her before standing up and beginning to put his clothes back on. Just as he was about to grab his boxers, a small hand grabbed his, stopping him from doing so. He looked back and saw a tired Jennie stare at him before crawling down the couch and slowly crawling towards him.

"You still haven't cum. Please use my throat like you used to and cum in me", Jennie begged him

Sighing, Y/n took his dick and guided it into the open mouth of the woman in front of him.

"You want to be used?"

thrust

"You want me to be like I used to be?"

thrust

"You destroyed everything we had and now you want me to accept you back?"

thrust

"You seriously believed that would work that easily?"

thrust

"You may be dumber than I thought you were

And with that Y/n removes himself from Jennie, letting her come up to catch air, which she does, gasping while doing so. Her make up was running down her face to the point were she would either have to cancel her date with Kai or quickly apply new one on after this.

Y/n's dick found it's way back into her mouth after he realised that she could go again. With each thrust his cock would form a bulge in her throat, with each thrust the gagging noises that were filling the room grew louder and more frequent, with each thrust more and more saliva coated her chin, with each thrust her make up got more and more smudged and with each thrust Y/n got more and more words out that he had wanted to tell her for a long time.

"You are a greedy whore. You ruined my day back then and you're doing it now again. You already have someone else and you still came begging for me after getting rejected earlier."

He felt his release coming. The familiar warm feeling inside his core was getting hotter and hotter. He threw his head back and opened his mouth, releasing a low moan.

"I hope you got what you wanted you annoying slut"

And with that his cock started shooting out streak after streak of cum. He filled her stomach to the brim with his semen, coating the entirety of her throat with his cum before pulling out and turning around to put his clothes back on. He looked back and saw Jennie gulping, swallowing his cum.

"I'll leave some tissues and towels for you on the table. I'll get going now and you better get going too, you have a date to go to. Don't leave Kai hanging."

"Y/n wait! What are we now?", Jennie asked, already changing into her clothes.

"What? What do you mean Jennie? I already told you I don't want your heart. To be honest, there was a moment in time, a few years ago, where I would've wanted you back, but now I couldn't give less of a fuck about you. I just wanted to remind you, I just wanted to let you know that you did a mistake and that no matter what, I'll still be your best.", Y/n answered her in a surprisingly calm tone.

"And please don't come looking for me tomorrow. I know respect isn't your thing but please at least try to respect my boundaries okay? Now go get your man tiger"

And with that Y/n left. He went around the venue, seeing idols just relaxing. It was nice that he rented out a nearby hotel, giving the idols complete freedom to come and go when they wanted, which meant that there were still lots of people around. He saw a lot of staff members and thanked them for their hard work, before accidentally walking into someone and knocking them down.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going. Are you alright?", Y/n said with genuine concern as he looked at the person in front of him. They wore a black cap and a mask, but they had grey hair and were pretty small in size.

"Oh yeah I'm fine- wait Y/n", the person removed their disguise and looked him in the eyes, smiling.

"Oh Soyeon what are you doing here? Idle's set is only tomorrow.", Y/n said while smiling back at her.

"I just wanted to get to know the venue a bit beforehand but now that you're here I don't have to wander around aimlessly"

"True, well, I could give you a quick tour right now if you want."

"Mhm but first there's something I wanted to ask you."

"Go ahead"

Soyeon walked towards Y/n in a sultry way, swaying her hips while doing so. She closed the distance until she was pretty much pressing her body against his before interlocking her hands behind his neck and looking up at him.

"You know, someone told me you had a more direct way of helping us female idols get rid of stress and anxiety and they said you're pretty good with it too. Would you mind helping your poor noona out? I'm really stressed because of tomorrow.", She said almost whispering

"Do you want that before or after the tour?", Y/n replied. He looked around for a second before placing his hands on her ass, giving it a tight squeeze.

"How about you give me a tour of your bedroom instead?", Soyeon said

Y/n smirked at her before taking her hand and dragging her off to his car

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This is a direct continuation of the chapter prior to this, read the Yuna fanfic before in order to understand some of the plotpoints

Rina Noona❤️

Y/nn~ can you please come over to the dorm? I'm bored and you still owe me for making me go home during the after party :( The members aren't here right now as Gi, Ning and Win are in Japan for a photoshoot :(( I'm lonely rn but we can work on a song together in the meantime! I already talked to PD-nim about it and he said we can work on a collab song together if we want!

-3rd Person POV-

"FUCK Y/N JUST LIKE THAT MY GOD", Karina screamed.

The couple had been going at it....for the past three hours. Of course they took small breaks in between but those small breaks couldn't be heard, seen or smelled if one were to walk into Karina's room this instant. Karina was laying on her bed, her back had been blown out and now she could barely stand. Multiple creampies deep, now getting fucked in a missionary position. The bedsheets were wrinkled and damp, with a puddle of cum building up between her legs. Y/n relentlessly drilled into his lover as her moans and pleas for him to 'go harder' and 'don't stop' got louder and louder. The pair's original plans of making music and working on a collab song being long forgotten as their lust took over.

It had all started with Karina's teasing throughout the day, opening the door in only her bathrobe with the excuse that she had 'just gotten done showering' before changing into a crop top and short nike shorts that accentuated her curvy body. She 'accidentally' dropped things. Often. Her phone, her wallet and keys (the reason why she had them in her hands in the first place while in her own dorm still unknown), her chopsticks, you name it. And she didn't stop there as she made sure to bend over as far as possible and spending her sweet time with picking them up, making sure Y/n got a nice view of her ass and her pussy lips whose shape could be seen. After eating, Rina asked if Y/n wanted to see a movie, purposefully picking the scariest one she could find in order to cuddle up to Y/n throughout the whole movie. Her scent was driving

Y/n crazy, she smelled like fresh roses and strawberries, her hair smelt like vanilla and her skin had a faint but nice touch of cocoa due to her lotion.

Karina's efforts to get Y/n's attention, romantically speaking, however, fell to deaf ears as Y/n acted oblivious to her and wanted to get her to make the first move, like a REAL first move and not just empty teasing. It was frustrating, really, as she was overtly touchy, using the heavy blanket they were under as an excuse to grab onto Y/n's arms and hid her face by hugging his chest tightly. 40 min into the movie and she was basically on top of him, sitting on his lap, facing him instead of the movie, her original plan long thrown out the window as she now opted for a hail mary approach. She grabbed the neckline of his sweatshirt and smashed her plump lips against his.

Y/n quickly gave into the kiss, leaning forward tot deepen it while pushing his tongue into Karina's awaiting mouth. He reached around her ass and squeezed it. It was soft and its shape resembled a peach. Her legs wrapped around his torso and pulled her closer into him. Their bodies we're as close as they could get and the tension and heat grew and grew. Things started getting hotter, both figuratively and literally, as Karina's hands made their way under Y/n's sweatshirt and undershirt, pulling them over his head and throwing them away.

Y/n was getting frustrated as his pants grew tighter by the second. He stood up and made his way towards Karina's bedroom. The dorm was dark, the only light source being the television, but Y/n still maneuvered his way through the living space. It was large and rather open, with different furniture being placed around the room. They had been in the shared kitchen/living room space, which housed a large table next to the kitchen paired with two large, black, comfortable couches, a small table and a big television in front of them. Y/n carried Karina through an empty hallway, his lover never once stopping doing what she was doing as she continued sucking on his tongue and touching and grabbing whatever part of his upper body that she could.

Her room was at the end of the hallway, marked by a large 'J' in the upper middle portion of it. Y/n threw the door open before throwing Karina on the bed. He took his pants off and walked towards Karina who had a lustful expression on her face. Her lips were swollen and red, even redder than before. Her eyes traveled along his body, taking in every inch of him, from his eyes all the way to his legs, landing on his crotch and staring at the visible bulge. She grew wetter with every passing second, anticipation practically killing her as she watched her man crawl on top of her before undressing her, too.

And that brings us to where we currently are. Karina had been done by Y/n, insanely well one might add. From otherworldly oral sex to dicking her down better than she had ever imagined. To her, this was something straight out of fiction. She wasn't sure whether she could practice the following day and she was damn sure she would not be walking normally again for the near future but she was satisfied. Semen dripped down her pussy, also coating her inner thighs. Her ass was red, her neck filled with hickeys. Her breasts were filled with kiss and bite marks and her lips somehow even more swollen than before. She wasn't alone on that end, though.

Y/n, too, had his fair share of 'souvenirs'. His back and chest full of scratch marks, his neck and abs full of hickeys. Surely his face had a few lipstick marks as well but he wasn't one to complain. He continued pummeling Karina's insides as he rearranged her guts, giving her the night-

Right, they had been going at it for so long that night time had rolled around. He was sure their neighbors hated him but he didn't care at this point.

Y/n felt an oh so familiar feeling as Karina once more tightened around him. Her body showed what was coming, or who was coming, as her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes shut, mouth wide open and tongue sticking out. Her back arched as she connected her legs together behind his back and pulled him closer into her. Her body lit up, moans getting louder and louder until finally the dam broke and she squirted all over Y/n's body. Her pussy made it seem like it was raining, her insides clamped around him as he reached his breaking point. With a final stroke he pushed himself and buried himself as deep as he could. His cum found its way into a familiar place, painting whatever little crevice of her walls wasn't already painted. Karina let out a final drawn-out, satisfied moan before hugging Y/n closer to her face and giving him a long kiss.

This kiss wasn't like any other they had shared throughout the night. It was much more calm, much more..intimate. Although they had been intimate with each other the whole night, this kiss in particular was different. It was as if all the lust had been stripped from them, leaving them two young lovers, yearning for each others warmth. Their hug continued for a while, comfortable silence surrounding the two as they laid next to each other. Y/n hugged Karina, the ladder drawing circles on the former's chest.

Y/n looked down to his side. Karina had a peaceful look on her face. Her ethereal features being lit beautifully by the rising sun. The night was almost done, yet no sign of fatigue or exhaustion making itself known within either of the two.

Karina grabbed Y/n's face before slowly getting up and sitting on his stomach. The blanket slowly draping down her shoulders, allowing the faint sun to illuminate parts of her body. It was as if she had jumped out of a painting, her body resembling a sculpture made by god himself. It was as if she was a goddess.

She leaned down and kissed him, hard. Lust finding it's way between the two lovers again and slowly taking control over them. She was grinding on him, deepening the kiss. Y/n looked her in the eyes and saw a familiar look. A look that said one thing- She wanted to go again.

-Timeskip-

It had been a week since Y/n and Karina slept with each other. A week during which a lot had happened. They had kept in touch, of course, this time closer than ever, going out on hidden dates and such but also interact in front of cameras with each other. Due to Karina being a MC for Inkigayo and Y/n currently promoting his music, the two met each other on the business side of things a lot more. Y/n, being flirty by nature and being known as someone who flirts a lot, naturally 'hit' on Karina in front of cameras a lot, causing her to blush and act really shy, something most fans thought was scripted. Nevertheless foreign fans and Korean fans had started shipping both of them, which in their opinion was something they could live with.

-Karina POV-

fæmily<3

Ningx2

>Rina unnie do you have something to tell us?

Win

>Yeah unnie I feel like you're hiding something

Aeri

>I agree, it's almost like you did something while we were gone, or should I say you did someone 👀

Rina

I have no idea what you girls are talking about.<

Ningx2

>Is that so unnie?

Win

>Thats really odd you know, bc I was cleaning yesterday and I found a few things that don't really look like they belong in our dorm🤔

Rina

I'm still lost<

Aeri

>Unnie we know you fucked Y/n while we were gone stop acting oblivious

Rina

ME?<

Y/N??<

You got the wrong person! No way y'all are accusing me out of nowhere like this<

Ningx2

>Unnie. you forgot to give him his clothes back and it happened to be a hoodie we have seen him wear before

Win

>Yeah and your dumbass forgot that we know what his cologne smells like. You ain't slick Rina unnie we can smell your room and 'your' sweatshirt

-seen-

This was not how it was supposed to go! FUCK

Why did I forget about them! They're way to nosy for their own good. Now how the hell will I get out of this

Aeri

>Unnie we know you're still there we can hear you walking around in your room

Rina

Please don't tell manager-nim<

Ningx2

>Unnie what do you think we are! We're damn near family why would we snitch on you.

Win

>^plus you haven't told us anything yet

Aeri

>Is he big?

Ningx2

>How big is it?

Win

>is it really as big as that one fan on twitter calculated?

Rina

Why are you girls like this ://<

Aeri

>What Unnie you HAVE to tell us! It's not like we can fuck him ourselves, atleast not now anyways :|

Ningx2

>^Yeah it was unfair of you to snatch him while we were gone! Atleast lets be competitive about it :(

Rina

What if you could fuck him tho?<

Win

>What

Ningx2

Aeri

>Thats the thing! We can't because you snatched him up and let him wife you already :/

Rina

You girls aren't understanding me<

What if-<

What if we share him?<

You know like all 4 of us at the same time<

Ningx2

>Rina are you seriously suggesting a fivesome?

Aeri

>I'm in.

Win

>I'm in too

Ningx2

>What-

>Alright fine I'm in too

Rina

Great! I'll get him to get here but I won't tell him of our plan<

I can't believe I got out of that one alive. I really need to be more careful next time, but now I got to somehow help Y/n not pass out.

Y/nn🫶🏼

>Hey Rina! How are you? I just wrapped up promotions for the week and now I'll have a few days off. Would you like to do something?

Rina Noona❤️

Heyyyy Y/nn<3 I'm doing fine but I really miss you. I've felt lonely recently. Do you wanna come over tonight? We can 'work on a song together' again ;)<

Y/nn🫶

>oh-

>but aren't your members back?

Rina Noona❤️

That just means we'll need to be extra quiet<

Y/nn🫶🏼

>Noona you're the loud one whenever we have sex

Rina Noona❤️

Then you better start thinking about ways to shut me up, lover boy<

See you soon baby❤️<

I turned my phone off and got out of my room. He'll be here in a few hours, we need to prepare ourselves!

--time skip--

3rd person POV

Y/n arrived at Aespa's dorm pretty quickly. This place strangely became like a third home to him, after his own place and the studio, of course.

He got on the elevator and waited for the doors to close. He had no idea why but he was a bit anxious of today. He had missed Karina a lot recently but something about her message seemed odd. Normally she wouldn't be so straight forward, but then again, maybe he was just overthinking it. Without knowing it he had already arrived at his destination. He rang the bell and after a few second the door opened. Karina stood in front of him, once again only in her bathrobe. Her skin was shining, her hair was healthy and silky. She smelled just like she had smelled last week. She gave him a large smile, the same smile that made his knees weak. Karina ushered him inside before closing the door behind him. She grabbed his hands and ran along the familiar hallway, all the way to the door at the end of it, the door with the 'J' he had come to love.

Karina opened the door and they made their way inside. She led him towards her bed before closing the door. Karina let her bathrobe fall and thats when he saw what she was wearing. A dark blue lingerie set. Her breasts filled out a soft cup bra, the dark blue floral pattern covering her pink nipples, her flat stomach contrasted the dark colour beautifully and the soft light shining from the city into the room defined her abs even more. Her lower body was clad in a matching panty set, the same floral pattern evident here, this time hiding her pussy. Above her panties she wore a matching garter belt, which held same coloured stockings that had the same floral pattern on their top part.

Y/n drooled at the sight, mouth open and eyes wide open as he looked at the woman in front of him. He may have described her as a goddess before, but this time he was sure that Yu Jimin was something even Aphrodite herself would be jealous of.

Suddenly he felt hands behind him as three different voices spoke.

"Oppa close your mouth before I stick my tongue down your throat", Ningning told him.

"Take a picture and it'll last longer Y/nn", Winter continued while rubbing his chest

"I think you broke him, Rina unnie", Giselle finished while rubbing his shoulders.

The three girls walked in front of him and it was at that moment that Y/n almost had a heart attack.

The three women all wore lingerie sets, each of them in a different colour and each of them different than the one Karina was wearing.

Giselle wore a black set, her underwear contrasting her pale skin perfectly while also accentuating her features. It matched her eyes and her hair, two things Y/n particularly loved about her. Her breasts filled out her bra nicely, however, unlike Karina's top, her nipples could be seen through her bra. Her wide hips filled out the bottom portion as well as her upper body did, her thighs and ass full and her panties already showing a small wet patch.

Winter wore a ivory set, her colour matching her skin instead of contrasting it. It was a calming colour, more subtle than the other two but still beautiful. It had an elegant, yet sultry feel to it. Her small, perky breasts filled out her bra, too, and her petite body looked gorgeous in that colour. Her midriff made Y/n go insane as his eyes stared her down going lower and lower until realizing that her underwear was see-through.

Lastly, Ning wore a violet set. Probably the most beautiful one if Y/n had to choose. She seemed shy, her face being red and her arms almost trying to cover herself. Her bra had a floral pattern, too, however hers resembled violets while Karina's resembled roses. Her waist was very small and her legs seemed to go on forever-

Y/n was suddenly shaken out of his trance as he felt a weight on his lap followed by three other people surrounding him.

"Baby I know this is sudden but we were wondering if you'd like to, you know, have sex with all of us?", Karina asked hime while cupping his face.

"A- All of you noona?"

"Yes all of us baby. You can do it, just remember how many rounds you went when it was just me? You have more then enough for all of us, I know it.", She continued while whispering in his ears

Y/n nodded, almost like he was hypnotized before a few hands grabbed the hem of his sweatshirt and ripped it off him. His bare upper body was exposed and soon he felt two mouths licking and kissing his abs. His face was pulled to the left as he now stared at Winter's face.

"Can I kiss you Y/nn?", she said, almost in a whisper.

Y/n nodded before she leaned in. Her lips tasted sweet, like cherries. She was more dominant than Karina, fighting with him for control as she tried to explore his mouth. He felt someone grab his hand before suddenly feeling a pair of soft breasts. He grabbed and kneaded them before hearing a soft moan, realizing that it was Ning, meaning that Karina and Giselle were now at his waist, trying to take his pants off.

The room filled with muffled moans all in different pitches. The two girls at the bottom fished his dick out, Aeri being surprised at it's size while Karina immediately jumped at it and went to work. The girls took turns with sucking and deepthroating it, also licking it together at some point.

Meanwhile Ning and Winter took turns making out with Y/n as he was now feeling Ning's tongue inside his mouth. Her lips were soft, even softer than Karina's and she was surprisingly aggressive while kissing. it was almost like she didn't want to fall behind her members in the race to see who'd win Y/n over.

The two at the bottom now switched positions again, as Karina took his balls into her mouth and sucked them while Arri sloppily bobbed her head up and down his large cock. She used her hands to jerk him off whenever her mouth wasn't on his dick while taking advantage of the amount of saliva to use it as lubrication.

The room was filled with sex again, just like a week before only that now five bodies laid on the bed instead of two. The girls changed things up once more as Rina and Aeri gave Y/n a titjob while Winter and Ning took turns sitting on his face and using his fingers as a dildo.

Y/n was in heaven. He tasted what he could only describe as the elixir of life itself as Ning continued riding in circles with his tongue inside her. She tasted sweet, almost like honey. Ning was a creamer, unlike Karina. Her moans were breathy, almost like whimpers. She held a hand to her mouth in the hopes of shutting the noises off while throwing her head back and clamping her thighs against Y/n's head. Her ass was being held by Y/n, using it as a way to push her even harder into him, her ass cheeks showing finger imprints. She rocked her hips in a circular motion as Y/n sucked her clit.

In addition to his tastebuds getting a taste of eternal life, Y/n felt like he was in heaven. He had never gotten a titjob before but it was a sensation he wanted to feel forever. It was like two soft pillows embedded his dick, it was better than any hand job he had ever gotten, better than any pocket pussy, it was something unique. He held on to dear life, taking every fiber of his body to not cum and instead distracted himself.

He reached around for a bit, the lack of vision showing to be quite an obstacle, until finally finding what he was looking for. He put three fingers in, starting off where he left and continued finger fucking a sensitive Winter, who he had just let rest for a bit after orgasming prior. He curled his fingers upwards as he knew this was where her sweet spot was before upping the pace. Her moans got louder as she was grinding on his fingers. Y/n used one of his arms to adjust Ning on his face before reverting his attention back to Winter. He used his thumb to attack her clit, the stimulation becoming too much for her as she soon reached her orgasm again, squirting all over Y/n's midsection.

Almost instantly Y/n felt Ning's thighs tighten around his head again as she came for a second time, too, falling forward and catching herself while Y/n tried to drink every single drop of cum that Ning gave.

She got off his face and that was when Y/n saw what the other two members had been doing. While giving him a titjob they were making out themselves, while also fondling his balls. Y/n threw his head back, moans growing louder and just as he thought he could hold out a bit longer he felt two tongues on his tip, a feeling which broke the dam. His cum shot out of his dick coating the breasts of Aeri and Karina and also landing on their faces. The girls, seemingly happy with the results crawled towards him before Aeri jumped on his lap and inserted his dick inside her pussy.

She was even tighter than Karina, yet still wet as fuck. She bounced up and down, her breasts moving rhythmically, almost hypnotic in a way. She threw her head back as her moans got more frequent and resembled screams of pleasure. The picture was vivid, however not eternal as Y/n's vision was taken by a familiar pussy sitting on his face. Karina's familiar taste seeped it's way into his mouth as Y/n got to work.

He lapped up her juices like his life depended on it, his tongue doing overtime as he licked every inch of her. He attacked her clit viciously and tongue fucked her, hitting her sweet spot expeditiously. All the while Aeri continued using him as a fucktoy, moving her hips rhythmically in circles, making sure Y/n felt her walls contracting around him. She played with her clit while Karina found her way to Aeri's nippes, pinching them and playing with her breasts. Y/n's arms grabbed Karina's thighs, sandwiching his face between them and pressing her sweet center even more into his hungry mouth.

Soon enough everyone reached their breaking point and it was as if an choir of moans had found it's way into the room. Aeri came first, as her motion slowed down and her walls tightened, her head getting thrown back one last time, back arching and eyes rolling back before she shouted out in pleasure. Her pussy creamed around Y/n and soon enough he himself erupted inside her, painting her walls white with his semen, emptying every last drop inside her, before she fell down onto the mattress and succumbed to exhaustion. After that, Karina came, too, with a loud moan of Y/n's name. Her thighs pressed together, almost suffocating Y/n as her juices leaked like an open faucet and he thirstily tried to drink up all of them. The girl fell to her side and so, the second one was defeated.

Winter jumped onto Y/n's lap next, not even giving him time to relax and catch his breath before pushing her panties to the side and fucking herself with his cock. Y/n grabbed her below her thighs and stood up, walking towards the nearest wall and pressing her back against it. He fucked her relentlessly, knowing full well that, while he could reach her sweetspot easily this way, he could't hold her in this position for too long, even if she was small. He pounded her against the wall, each thrust sending waves of pleasure that rippled through her body. Her arms reached around his muscular back, scratches from the nights with Karina still not healed completely, hugging him tighter into herself. Her eyes were sealed tight, her mouth was open and her mind was focussed on one thing: the pleasure she was receiving.

Her legs were draped around his torso, too tired to wrap around him entirely as she felt like she'd pass out from pleasure if this were to continue for much longer. Minute after minute, second after second, the fucking was relentlessly and merciless. Flesh slapping against flesh, her head now thrown back, too, mimicking the two other girls, her mind going ballistic and praying to any godly entity out there that she'd still be able to walk tomorrow.

Her orgasm came soon enough, hitting her like a truck, opening gates to pleasure that she had never felt before. Winter let out on loud moan, a moan that sounded much like a shriek, hitting notes so high she'd feel the need to use Y/n during recording sessions. Her walls clamped around Y/n, tighter than anything or anyone he had ever felt before. His body was unable to move as exhaustion from fucking Winter in that potion washed over him and so- he came.

His dick throbbed inside her walls before his inevitable climax came and ended with him painting her walls like an empty canvas. He came for a good 30 seconds until both of them felt hot gooey liquid dripping down Winter's thigh.

Y/n strutted towards the bed before laying Winter down and turning towards the last girl- NingNing.

She had a look on her face that showed determination. Her fingers were sticky and there was a small wet patch on the bedsheet between her thigh, evidence that exposed that she was playing with herself throughout all of this.

Y/n grabbed the girl and laid her on her stomach. He whispered something in her ear and she almost instantly raised her ass up and got into position.

Y/n stroked himself back into a full mast before entering Ning's body.

Her pussy was different from the other three. It was a lot hotter and she was definitely wetter than the rest. He thrusted hard and slow into her, earning moans which she tried to shut up before Y/n grabbed her hands and held them firmly behind her back. He leaned down and whispered in her ears again.

"I want to her your voice Ning"

A sentence which made her clamp down on him tighter. He continued fucking her, now hearing loud moans come out of her mouth. It was like an angel singing to him, if you ask him.

Ning's eyes were shut as she focussed entirely on what she was feeling. The sound of skin slapping against each other, the burning sensation on her ass whenever Y/n slapped her, the juices dripping down the sides of her thighs, the pleasing pain she felt when he grabbed her hair and made her look up at him. Ning was feeling euphoric.

Her breasts swayed with each thrust, her moans getting stuck in her throat as a wave of pleasure overtook her body once again. She screamed out before getting muffled by Y/n's lips smashing against hers. Her body shook, her thighs losing strength, making her fall down onto the bed and her pussy creamed around his dick.

Y/n felt the familiar sensation making it's way through his body. He felt his climax arriving for the final time that night as he drove deep into the tired body of Ning one last time. His thrust reached as deep as possible before finally emptying everything he had inside her.

He stayed inside her for a bit before finally pulling out and watching his cum leak out of her tight hole.

Exhaustion washed over his body as he, too, finally fell down and succumbed to his body's fatigue, joining the sleeping figures of Aeri, Winter, Ning and Karina.

-time skip-

Y/n woke up, his body aching in parts where it had never ached before. He tried standing up before feeling weight around his body. He looked down and saw four familiar bodies on top of his, Rina to his right, Aeri to his left and Winter and Ning on top of him.

A small smile crept its way onto his handsome face as he gave them all a small kiss, careful not to wake them up, before closing his eyes again and drifting off into sleep before...

"Y/nn~ you neglected me yesterday baby. You're mine, got that? Even if my members and I share you, your Rina noona should be your priority, got that!", Karina whispered into his ear while pouting.

Y/n could only nod before giving her a quick kiss and telling her to go back to sleep.

"Hmph I better get some dick later Y/nn. You're lucky I like you so much", she finished before snuggling up to him and going back to sleep.

Safe to say he wouldn't be getting much sleep the next night either.

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It was the night of the Melon Music Awards.

Award season was going strong and the Daesangs were passed around to the usual suspects, or so people thought.

This year things were different, very much so from the average year. This year there was one man, nay one phenomenon who had been sweeping the grand price at every award show he went to.

Y/n L/n, soloist under High Up Entertainment, whose only other noteworthy act was StayC.

Y/n, also known as the 4th gen IT boy, the nation's dream boy and many other, some of them not so PG, nicknames, had debuted this year and was on a streak of breaking records after records, earning him the title of "The Greatest Thing to Happen to Kpop since BTS"

The main appeal of Y/n was that he wasn't only self produced, an incredibly talented singer, songwriter and rapper, one of the best dancers in the industry according to a survey answered by idols in the industry, but also his ethereal visuals. Y/n stood out from the bunch due to his confidence, his height and his impeccable discography.

To many idols, both male and female, Y/n was the definition of crush material. And one of them specifically wanted to use today as an opportunity to finally claim the nation's IT boy as her own.

--3rd Person POV--

Yuna had been eyeing Y/n the whole night, some may even say the whole year. Ever since he debuted she was always talking about his music on Vlives, reposting herself listening to him on Instagram and so much more.

She knew she was wanted by damn near the whole industry and she knew she could have any of them, but none of them were Y/n L/n. None of them had what she truly needed, what she desired.

The night had been another one for the history books, with Y/n dropping another masterclass of a performance and sweeping yet another set of awards, but it was nearing the end.

"And the last award of the night, the award for the Album of The Year goes to......Y/n L/n!"

Soon after the announcer finished his speech confetti shot out on the stage. The camera pans towards a tall man, 20 years of age. He's wearing black a three piece suit, tailor made and exclusively designed for him by Dior, and a black Dior tie . His stance, his confidence, his fragrance, everything about him screams wealth and confidence. His handsome face shows a smile as he stands up and walks up to receive his award.

"I know you might be sick of seeing my face at this point and I'm sorry for that! I want to thank all my fans for everything they've done for me, coming from a smaller company I didn't really expect to achieve this level of fame yet but I am happy to give both me, our company and my lovely StayC sunbaenims more exposure! I want to thank Dior for making this outfit for me tonight and I want to thank everyone who streamed my music! I'll be releasing more next year so be tuned for that. Lastly, I'd like to thank all my peers, ranging from BTS, Red Velvet and TWICE sunbaenims, to NewJeans, IVE, Le Sserafim and Aespa and Itzy noonas for creating music. Your music is amazing and it definitely motivates me to continue making music myself! Please never stop because I love every single one of you! Thank you for another award and good night!"

And with that, Y/n left the stage while the whole building clapped for him. The groups mentioned, blushing while doing so, clapped even harder as they believed this would help them get closer to Y/n.

The night continued and after the event a party for all of the artists was held. To many, this meant drinking and letting lose but to others, it meant getting drunk and getting laid.

--Y/n POV--

I watched as my peers around me let lose a little. It was a nice sight to see if I'm honest. Most of them are way too stuck up due to companies putting bullshit rules on their dating lives and on their personalities. It was nice seeing them unfiltered for once.

Speaking of being comfortable, I finally got around to take off a bit of clothing. I had taken off my jacket and vest, leaving me only in my tie and dress shirt, of which I had rolled up the sleeves to get a bit more comfortable.

"Y/n congratulations on the win!~", a obviously drunk Karina told me as she went for a hug.

"Thank you so much Jimin. You and the girls were great during your performance, I loved your outfits", I replied while hugging her. Even with the strong smell of alcohol on her I still could smell her perfume.

"Thank you baby~ Say, how about we get out of here Y/nn? I really want to spend some time with you alone", Karina told me in a sultry tone.

"Rina I'm flattered but you're obviously drunk. How about I give you my number and we spend some time some other day when you're sober again?", I replied while holding her so that she didn't fall to the ground.

"Gladly~", she replied while giving me her phone.

I typed my number in and saved it before searching for her members and her manager. I looked around for a while before finding Winter and Giselle next to a sleeping NingNing. As I walked towards them Karina started hugging and snuggling up to my side, which made a certain blonde stare daggers into her head.

"Girls please help me with your drunk leader.", I started before dropping onto the couch next to NingNing.

"Oh~ Wha- Y/n? What are you doing here?", NingNing asked me, a bit startled.

"Sorry for waking you up Ning. I was looking for your manager because I think it would be better if you girls went home now.", I told her

Soon after that I spotted their manager appearing, seemingly out of nowhere and looking stressed.

"Manager-nim! Can we go home now? It's getting boring and Jimin had too much to drink already.", Giselle told their manager.

"Sure-" "

Y/nn I don't want to leave you yet~", Karina interrupted them while 'crying'. God knows why she started being cutesy but it was kinda working on me.

"Rina I promise I'll call you after I get home, we can definitely do something tomorrow but now it's better if you went home and slept for a bit.", I told Karina while holding her face forcing her to look me in the eyes.

It was as if she was in a trance and I'm not quite sure if she even heard me but all she said was "Ok" and with that Aespa said their goodbyes and left.

Now it was like before, I was alone and everyone else was having fun. Of course occasionally artists would come up to me and congratulate me. I was especially surprised and moved by Red Velvet and Twice appearing and thanking me for the words I said towards them, but also by Minji from NewJeans, who came up to me and asked me for my number while stuttering, which I found really cute.

However, it soon died down and with everyone being drunk I was about to leave until-

"Y/n wait up!", someone called me from behind.

"Yuna?", I stated questioningly before turning around.

"Wow you really know my voice that well?~ Am I your bias or how did you recognize me that easily?", the gorgeous blonde teased me.

"You are my bias, yeah, but I also noticed you staring at me a long time from that corner over there. Where you mustering up the courage to come up to me all that time?~", I teased her back which resulted in her becoming as red as a tomato.

"Y-Yah it's not my fault you're so intimidating. Doesn't help that you're that handsome either", She said while whispering the last part.

"Anyways, what's up Yuna? Why'd you call me?", I questioned her

"Ah right! You seemed really bored, just like me, so I wanted to ask if you'd like to do something? Drinking isn't really for me since and everyone else but you is damn near blackout drunk soooo", She said while looking up to me.

I smiled at her before agreeing to her offer, which seemingly flipped a switch in her as she now stared at me with lust and hunger in her eyes.

"What did you have in mind noona?", I asked her

"Aish I'm barely older than you, you can drop the honorifics Y/n", she replied while grabbing my hand and dragging me off.

It was dark and I barely couldn't see where we were going, the light only allowed me to see what was in front of me.

We soon reached a door and Yuna walked inside, the bright light startling me due to the contrast to the dark corridors of the venue. I soon realised that she took me to a bathroom and I then realised what kinda of activity Yuna had planned for us.

I turned around and took in her outfit. The lighting in the previous rooms had not done her any justice. It was as if Aphrodite herself had stepped down from heaven and was now reborn as Shin Yuna. She wore a short black dress, designed by Prada for her, matched with high heels that made her damn near 6 feet tall. She had a Louis Vuitton bag in her hand. Her make up was impeccable, it was natural while putting focus on her beautiful features and bringing them out even more. Her lips were full and glossy, natural in their colour and still so beautiful. Her big eyes stared at me, lust evident in them, while blonde hair fell over her shoulders and covered a bit of her forehead. She still still had fake tattoos on her arm from her group's performance. To put it simply, she was ethereal.

"Take a picture it'll last longer", She said, taking you out of your train of thought.

"I'm sorry for staring, you're just really gorgeous", I told her while walking up to her.

She smiled and closed the distance. Our faces were now centimeters apart from each other.

"I'm sure you know why I took you here, don't you big boy? I know you've been given enough prizes already but theres one right in front of you and she wants to be taken by you too." She said before finally closing the distance completely.

It was as if time stopped for a second, my brain was overstimulated due to her scent and the taste of her lips. They tasted sweeter than the sweetest cherries I had ever eaten and it was addicting. Our tongues battled for dominance and we both tried, and failed, to take each others clothes off while making out. I grabbed the straps of her dress and let them fall off her shoulders while she fumbled to get my tie off.

I helped her with taking my shirt and tie off while she took off the rest of her dress. After what felt like an eternity, we both reluctantly stopped kissing in order to catch our breath. I looked her, seeing her only in her bra and panties, while she stared at my abs and chest.

"Take a picture it'll last longer", I told her while smirking

"Shut up and kiss me you idiot", She replied while closing the distance again.

This time she jumped onto me, which gave me the message she wanted me to sit her on the sink. I carried her over and continued making out with Itzy's maknae. My hands found their way towards her waist, gripping it firmly, while her arms interlocked behind my neck, forcing my tongue, which was now inside her mouth, even deeper down her throat. I removed one hand from her waist and expertly took off my belt in one swift motion, letting my pants drop to the floor.

We broke off our kissing and I looked at the goddess in front of me. Her lips were swollen, her eyes dripping with lust and her breathing rapid and uneven.

"I want to taste you.", I told her assertively.

She didn't respond but instead looked me in the eyes, practically begging me to do so, so I did.

I took off her bra and started working on her breasts. I sucked on the skin around them before moving onto the nipples. I played with one of them while sucking the other and vice versa, always making sure to threat them equally. I felt her look at me which made me assume Yuna looked down on me, probably smiling and taking a mental picture of the situation. I knew of her crush on me, the girl wasn't hiding it very well and I'm not stupid nor oblivious, but I can say that I was surprised of her courage to shoot her shot like this.

I continued moving down, liking up and down her toned, flat stomach before making my way to the main dish. She wore black semi see through panties and I quickly noticed that they were damp. I teased her a bit by kissing around her core, licking her inner thighs and biting the flesh, before diving in and pressing my tongue on her clothed vagina. She threw her head back and it was in that moment that I realized that her panties were not damp, they were soaked. I took them off with my teeth, sliding them down to her legs before raised them in order for me to take them off completely. I looked at her pussy. The scent was driving me crazy. It looked freshly shaven and, just as anyone with more than one functioning brain cell could've guessed, was very clean too. I didn't want to waste more time and dove in tongue first. I liked around her outer labia while making circles with my thumb on her erect clit. Yuna was in heaven as far as I could tell based one her moans and how hard she was gripping my hair, so I decided to add even more stimulation. I stuck my tongue inside her wet core, tongue fucking her while continuously playing with her clit and now also her nipples. After a while I switched it up, latching my mouth onto her clit before sticking two fingers inside her and fingering her. Soon enough she came, or rather erupted, as she squirted all over my face and onto the floor behind me. She looked satisfied, however I wasn't finished, so I continued eating her out and it seemed like the stimulation was too much for her sensitive body as she came again soon after, violently shanking and moaning before spraying her sweet nectar on me again.

I stood up and took off the final piece of clothing, my underwear, before taking a few tissues and cleaning my face.

Yuna looked down at me and her eyes widened after laying eyes on my dick before slowly getting off the sink and sinking down to her knees.

She took me into her mouth, trying to fit as much as she could into her before sucking on the tip. She looked up at me, still with lust, while bobbing her head up and down on my member. The bathroom was now filled with gagging and slurping noised as the blonde continued reciprocating the energy I just gave her and sucking me off. She slowly but surely took in inch after inch before going back up and gasping for air. Yuna stroked my cock, which was now completely coated in a thick layer of saliva, before getting up and bending over the sink and swaying her ass at me.

"I think that was enough foreplay, please get over here for the main course Y/n. Claim your prize."

I walked over and positioned myself behind her, however, before entering, I had an idea. I grabbed my tie from the floor and tied Yuna's hands behind her back, using my accessory as a makeshift handcuff, before penetrating her petite body. The bathroom was once again filled witg a loud moan, this time coming from both of us an a kind of perverse harmony. It was as if time stopped again. I felt every fiber, every muscle contracting on my dick. It was as tight as our schedule and as hot as magma. Yuna's pussy felt like heaven and it took everything I had in me to not cum inside her that second. I stayed still for a second, giving her time to adjust to my size before finally fucking her. I thrusted deep, hard and fast into her, fucking as if it was the last day on earth. With every thrust I felt her pussy clench around my dick and I saw her ass jiggle. With every thrust her moans reached a higher pitch, reaching octaves that she didn't even reach in the studio. With every thrust I felt the knot in my stomach growing bigger and bigger, I felt that familiar sensation boiling up and coming to a climax. With every thrust I saw Yuna's mouth hanging open wider and wider, more and more drool dripping out of her mouth. With every thrust her eyes rolled further and further into her skull. Her hands had gone limp, hands which she could've used for support had they not been tied up. All of this culminated into a climax, a climax as hard as either of us had every climaxed before, with Yuna clenching so hard around me that it was borderline impossible for me to go out of her again, before violently shaking again and dropping with her face down onto the sink. I continued thrusting throughout her climax and just as I felt the knot in my stomach about to explode I looked her into her eyes and they told me one thing- to not pull out.

So that exactly what I did. With one last thrust I buried myself as deep as I could inside her before finally releasing all of my semen into Shin Yuna's womb. Thick spurt after thick spurt shot out of my dick, coating her insides in a layer of cum, so much so that it started dripping down her thighs. I stayed inside her for a bit before finally pulling out, exhausted but still hard.

Still unsatisfied I picked Yuna up, holding her from beneath her thighs while having her back turned to him. I walked in front of the mirrors before entering Yuna again, making her release a long drawn out moan. I continued pistoling in and out of her like me life depended on it, making sure she could see her lewd expression on the mirror before slowly but surely feeling myself come to a climax again. I continued fucking her, slowing down a bit but thrusting harder than before until Yuna came, squirting onto the mirrors in front of her. Her head dropped down in exhaustion and a few seconds after I came inside her for the second time this night. I emptied out my semen before placing the exhausted girl down on the floor, seeing as a puddle of my cum was slowly building due to it overflowing or rather flowing out of her.

Yuna was breathing heavily, barely being able to hold herself upright before speaking for the first time in forever-

"We aren't done yet. I still need your cum in my mouth.", She told, no she demanded of me.

Yuna crawled towards me before taking my semi hard dick into her mouth, tasting a mixture of our cum. She licked around the tip, this time being unable to both support herself and stroke me due to her hands being tied up. She gagged on my cock, going further and further down each time, almost trying to increase her depth with each lick. I felt her throat tightening around me, making me feel things I had never felt before. She continued bobbing her head up and down until I decided that I had enough and took the lead myself. I grabbed both sides of her head and started throat fucking Yuna. The gagging got louder and Yuna got wetter. From where I was standing I could make out the shape of a smile forming onto her face. I continued bucking my hips back and forth, reaching further and further with each thrust until, for the third time that night, I felt my orgasm inching closer and closer. My thrusts became sloppier, my grip on Yuna's hair loosened and soon, with one last throb, my dick came undone in Yuna again, this time coating her throat in thick, white, hot, sticky spurts of cum.

I stayed inside her for a while, giving enough room to breathe but also making sure she kept all of my cum inside her mouth, until finally backing off and looking at what I had done to her. Her make up ruined, her chin coated in saliva and precum, between her legs was a puddle of my semen and her cum and our clothes were scattered around the bathroom. The sink was wet, the mirrors were foggy and still had her squirt on them and my pants were soaked in her juices. I looked at her and she innocently looked back, smiling sweetly before standing up and cleaning herself.

We both put our clothes back on before she walked, or rather limped, back to her members. The party was surprisingly still on going, however, it was more than appropriate for me to leave. I looked back at Yuna, bowing towards her members before seeing her wink at me and soon I left the party. I got into my car, asking my manager to drive me back to my house before checking my phone, seeing two new messages.

unknown number

>hi Y/nn. I hope you had fun, I already miss having you inside me baby. I got your number from Jihyo unnie, hope you don't mind. Feel free to call me if you want to 'spend some time' together again ;) I feel so full right now, thank you for your nutritious meal.

See you soon handsome~ xoxo -Yuna

'This girl will be the death of me', I muttered while throwing my head back. I quickly replied to her before looking at the second message.

Rina Noona❤️

>Y/nn~ I think you can tell who this is based on the name I put but I got home and I'm feeling better already. Please text me once you get home, or call me. No matter the time I'll pick up. I really want to hear your voice again baby~ I'll definitely hold you up to that offer too because I always get what I want and you just happen to be first place on my wishlist right now. Don't forget to hit me up or I'll be sad :(

xoxo your -your favourite Idol in the whole wide world.

...To be continued

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guillotinebypierre · 8 months

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Joy was a woman on a mission. She was having issues with her relationship. Crush was horrible in bed and he was lacking in certain areas.

She was frustrated, sexually frustrated, and being that she was surrounded by attractive people all day due to her job as an idol, she lusted for other people.

One person in particular had caught her attention, though.

Y/n L/n. Also known as THE IT boy of kpop, the nation's celebrity crush, Korea's husband, every person's wet dream. He had many aliases.

Y/n was a soloist, someone 5 years her junior, but someone who practically the whole nation of South Korea thirsted over.

What made her believe that she had chances with him, you ask? Y/n had publicly stated that he only got into Kpop because of Red Velvet and when further asked upon it revealed that she, Miss Park Sooyoung, was his bias.

That and the fact that he was on his way to her studio right now in order to record a collab song with her.

Little did he know that Joy had a different kind of collab tape for them to create in mind.

Suddenly her phone buzzed, pulling her back from her train of thought.

"Ms Sooyoung, Mr L/n is in the lobby. I sent him up now."

After thanking her manager and telling her that she'd call if she needed anything, Joy opened her camera and did last minute 'fix ups' for her appearance.

*Knock Knock*

"Come in Y/n!", Joy screamed.

The door opened, revealing Y/n who wore a basic but very stylish outfit and a smile that made Joy all hot and bothered.

"Hi Noona, thank you so much for having me", Y/n told her with his husky voice while walking towards her.

"Aish we haven't even started and you're thanking me already", Joy replied while pulling him into a hug, making sure to press her breasts into him.

"Still it's an honor to make music with you noona. You and the rest of your group are the reason I'm here today, this is like a dream come true.", Y/n replied while taking his jacket off, revealing his big arms and veiny forearms and hands.

"Well let's get to recording then!", Joy replied while smiling.

Throughout the recording session Joy made sure to tease Y/n. She "accidentally" dropped her phone a few times, making sure to arch her back and show Y/n her ass while grabbing it again, dropping things and asking Y/n to pick it up for her, giving him a good look at her panties or bending down in front of his face and showing him her cleavage.

She also made sure to be as touchy as possible, grabbing his thigh or his arms before laughing when he told her a joke or sitting really close to him when helping him mix.

-time skip to when they finish the song-

"Woah noona I really don't know how to thank you.", Y/n told her while smiling.

"It's fine Y/n, seeing you this happy is more than enough for me.", Joy replied while looking at him.

"No really noona I feel like I have to repay you for this", Y/n replied with a serious expression on his face.

'It's now or never Sooyoung. May as well try it now.'', she thought to herself

"You know, there is a way with which you can repay me, if you insist.", Joy said while standing up and walking towards the door, making sure it was locked.

"I insist noona.", Y/n instantly replied.

"Well, you know Y/n, your noona has been having a few...problems...that have left her very frustrated recently. And she feels like you could help her relieve some stress.", Joy said in a sultry tone while climbing on Y/n lap

"B-But noona what about your boyfriend.", Y/n replied while looking her in the eyes.

"I don't give a shit about him, baby. Right now all I want is for you to fuck me.", Joy replied before grabbing Y/n's face and kissing him roughly.

His hands instantly made their way to Joy's ass, grabbing and massaging it, making her moan into the kiss in the process.

It was like all of his shyness and second guessing went away the moment Joy grabbed his face because now he was starting to become the dominant one.

His tongue slid across her bottom lip, asking for entrance, which she naughtily denied.

Sooyoung smirked into the kiss, not wanting to give in without a fight but also wanting to see what he'd do next. However, she didn't expect him to suddenly spank her ass.

This move surprised her, causing her to slightly open her mouth, which gave Y/n the leeway he needed to stick his tongue down her throat.

While all of this was happening, Y/n started to take off his partner's clothes, one piece at a time.

He struggled with her blouse, so much so that he just ripped it off her body- literally.

"I'll buy you another one noona", He said after quickly taking his lips off of hers to take his shirt off.

The atmosphere was just as heated as it had been while recording, only that now it wasn't due to work focus.

Y/n moved down from her lips to her jawline, then her neck, sucking on it, making sure that she'd get hickeys.

Meanwhile Sooyoung was in heaven. Her face showed a look of pure ecstasy, eyes rolled back into her skull and mouth agape, head tilted towards the roof.

Y/n travelled further down and took of her bra, now kissing one of her nipples while pinching and playing with the other one.

They didn't care that they were sitting on the audio mixer and risking potentially damaging it, at the end of the day either one of them could replace it if needed.

Y/n continued moving down, now itching closer and closer towards her hot core. He kissed her stomach, making sure to lick and suck all around her abs before diving down and giving her inner thighs the same treatment.

He looked her in her eyes before pulling down her now soaked panties with his mouth and finally diving into her.

Y/n masterfully used his mouth, latching onto her clit while using two fingers to pistol in and out of her soaked snatch. He slightly curved them, hitting her sweet spot and making his lover combust on the spot.

Not having had enough and wanting to make sure she was paid back for her feature on his song, Y/n continued stimulating her, now adding a third finger and also using his second hand to play with her nipples.

The wave of pleasure came down crushing Joy like a tsunami once more, resulting in her second orgasm in quick time, making her thighs, which were resting on Y/n's broad shoulders, violently shake and tremble.

Y/n took a step back and gave Sooyoung some time to recollect herself while also cleaning his face with tissues.

"Let me treat you now Y/n", Joy said while pushing him back onto the chair.

She crawled towards his lap, making quick work of his belt and with one swift motion took off his pants and underwear.

She was- quite literally- hit in the face with Y/n's cock.

"If I knew you were hiding this all this time I would've asked you for a feature sooner. No wonder they call you 'every person's wet dream' ", Joy told him while stroking his now fully erect dick.

"Baby can you take your phone out please?", Joy continued telling him while sucking his balls.

"How about you film this so I can show Crush how he should actually treat me in bed?", She told him while innocently smiling at him.

"Is it filming?", Joy asked

"Yeah noona", Y/n's voice could be heard from behind the camera

Not wanting to spend more time talking, Y/n grabbed a handful of Joy's hair in a messy bun and pushed his 9 inches down her throat. Her head bobbed up and down while loud gagging noises could be heard all the while Sooyoung displayed a large grin on her face.

She used one of her hands to play with her dripping pussy while the other one was used to play with Y/n's heavy balls.

Meanwhile Y/n was now the one whose face depicted pure ecstasy. Much like Sooyoung had done prior, his eyes were rolled back, his mouth was agape and his head, too, was tilted towards the roof.

He pressed Joy's head down on his dick, making her take as much as she could and held her there, only getting her back up after she tapped his thighs, indicating that she couldn't breathe anymore.

She came up gasping for air, her make up already smudged and chin full of a mixture of saliva and precum. She stroked Y/n's large, veiny rod while smiling at the camera before speaking.

"Hey baby. I have been very much frustrated with you and your performance in bed recently. You have not made me cum in years and your tiny dick is nowhere near enough for my pussy. This is why I called a senior of mine for help, you see, his dick is more than enough for me"

Joy smiled at the camera before sucking again, this time switching between deepthroating and sucking on the tip, swirling her tongue around his head.

"Noona I'm close where do you want it?", Y/n's husky voice could be heard from behind the camera again.

"I want it on my face, make me your slut baby", Joy replied before taking his cock into her mouth once more.

After a few minutes she felt him pulsating inside her throat, which meant he was close. Sooyoung took him outside of her mouth and started stroking him while playing with his balls.

"Come on baby, give your dirty noona what she deserves. Paint my face white with your hot, sticky cum. Make everyone know how slutty I am. Claim me as yours. Show that weak excuse of a boyfriend that I have how a real man treats his partners. Give it to me baby", Joy said while speeding up her jerking.

And just like that, Y/n erupted. Thick spurt after thick spurt, streak after streak shot out of his dick until all the semen from his balls had been splattered across Joy's beautiful face.

"Thank you so much baby but your noona still isn't satisfied. Lay that phone away and come pound this pussy please", Joy told Y/n

Y/n threw the phone away and made his way towards Joy, who was scooping up the cum on her face with her fingers and eating it.

He motioned for her to stand up and bent her across the audio mixer before sticking his hard cock inside her soaked pussy and ravaging her insides.

It was like her pussy was made for him as he felt every single fiber of her insides contracting around him. Her insides, hot as hell itself clung onto his cock and sucked him even further into her body.

He slammed into her body, making the whole table shake and her screams get stuck inside her throat, just like he had been moments prior. With every stroke he gave it was like a ripple effect went through her body, creating waves of pleasure that cursed from her core all the way to the neurons of her brain.

Y/n was crushing Sooyoung's insides, giving her the joy she had been missing with her boyfriend.

Any thought, any doubt, no matter how minuscule long gone, the thought of this situation being wrong long thrown away as no matter how wrong it was, it felt so right to them.

Joy's face once again displayed ecstasy, driven by lust, almost animalistic in the way she gave into her primal instincts. She didn't care whether or not they were caught, she didn't care if anyone passed by the studio and heard her screaming Y/n's name. All she cared for was that Y/n continued giving her the hardest back shots she had ever received.

Y/n, too, was in heaven. Joy's pussy was like nothing he had ever felt before. It evoked sensations in him that were foreign up to this point. It was like she was a fountain of dopamine, a gift that kept on giving.

The way her breasts swayed with every single stroke, the way her peachy butt jiggled with every thrust, the way she moaned his name, the way she sucked on the fingers he put inside her mouth, the way her walls clamped onto him whenever he smacked her ass, everything about the older woman in front of him screamed perfection.

Realizing he couldn't keep up with this much longer, he used one of his hand to play with her clit while using the other one to grab a handful of her hair and pulled it, making her look up at him.

He sloppily kissed her, sucking on her tongue and feeling her moan into his mouth. She came quickly and came hard. Her legs trembled and she almost fell to the ground if Y/n hadn't held her waist. Her pussy creamed his dick and her juices dripped down her legs. She tightened around his shaft, making it almost impossible for him to thrust in and out of her.

His cock started pulsating and Y/n felt a familiar sensation broil up inside his core. He knew he was close.

"Noona I'm close where-" "Do it inside me, baby. I'm on the pill. Just paint my insides white.", She interrupted him.

Y/n continued fucking her, his strokes becoming sloppier and more drawn out.

With one final stroke he buried himself as deep inside her as he could, gripping onto Sooyoung's waist for stability until he finally, with one loud moan, dumped all of his semen inside her womb.

Streak after streak left his dick, erupting inside her walls, almost mimicking the earlier scene. He painted her like a canvas and stayed inside her for what felt like eternity. It was so much that it started dripping out of her and down her legs.

After a good minute of staying inside her and hugging the woman, Y/n extracted himself out of her, leaving a steaming hole that leaked his cum.

Y/n fell onto the chair behind him, soon being joined by Sooyoung, who desperately needed to catch her breath.

"Noona"

"Yes baby?"

"What will you do with that video?"

"Oh I'll send it to him before breaking up."

"But won't he use that to blackmail you? Or send it to someone?"

"He's not stupid. It would hurt his pride too much if more people knew he had a tiny dick that can't satisfy his girlfriend. And if he for some reason does decide to send it to someone I'll just sue him."

The two lovers looked at each other before laughing, both at the absurdity of the situation they were in and at the fact that they had just turned a recording session for music into a different type of recording session.

"You know Y/n, I can still walk", Joy started before crawling onto his lap again

"How about you change that?", She finished before grabbing his face and kissing him again.

--3 months later--

"Korean Rapper 'Crush', who had been dating Kpop Idol and Red Velvet Member Park Sooyoung, better known under her stage name 'Joy', just released his new album 'Rush Hour' with the lead single 'Fuck You' containing direct disses and name dropping Kpop mega star 'Y/n L/n'. How will the nation's celebrity crush respond to this?-"

Y/n was back in the studio with Joy. This time not for a collaboration but for the recording of his response to Crush's diss. He wanted title it "Fuck You Too" and was just finishing recording the last few lines.

"-oh and just for good measure, you should ask your new girl how my dick tastes.", Y/n finished the track.

"That last line will definitely open up some wounds baby", Joy said while laughing.

"Well, he started it. Maybe I'll sample you saying he has a tiny dick on the next song if he decides to respond to this, who knows", Y/n replied while giving her a kiss.

He sat on the chair, yes, that chair, before sighing and throwing his head back. He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, oblivious to the fact that Sooyoung had just locked the door.

She walked towards him and sat on his lap before talking.

"You know baby, how about we reminisce a little bit ourselves? I'm not frustrated anymore but I've still been a bit stressed the past few weeks with our comeback and whatnot. You think you can do your noona another favour baby?", Joy said while running a finger across Y/n covered abs.

"I think I have something in mind that could help you out noona", Y/n replied before kissing her.

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guillotinebypierre · 8 months

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Kim Chaewon.

Ex- IZ*ONE member and now the leader of kpop monster rookies LE SSERAFIM. All that at the young age of twenty-two.

Back in April 2021, when the day of judgement, as many netizens like to call it, came, many were asking what would become of the girls Korea and the rest of the world knew and loved.

Fast forward a year and a half and you got your answer: they remained relevant, with some of them even being direct competitors nowadays.

With her already established fanbase, her cute and sexy looks and the sheer size of the company that HYBE or BigHit, if you want to be old school, is, nobody questioned whether or not LE SSERAFIM would be successful once they fearlessly rolled up on the kpop scene.

Success was almost immediate, with records being broken left and right, one song charting better than the other and online following growing.

With that also came a busier schedule.

A busier schedule that Kim Chaewon had to juggle amidst a secret relationship.

A secret relationship you ask? Well, turns out that Chaewon was never really alone after IZ*ONE went separate ways. Quite the opposite actually. Back when she had noone, you appeared.

Y/n L/n. The newly introduced member of already established boy group NCT. The maknae, being 17 years of age when first brought to the scene in 2020.

Y/n L/n, the same man many people, celebrities and netizens alike, are calling "Korea's Golden Boy" and "Korea's IT Boy", even though he is a foreigner.

Back in 2021, when you heard the news of IZ*ONE disbanding during a VLive...

-Flashback, 29 April 2021, the IZ*ONE incident-

"-yeah so as I was saying I'm really excited for our new comeback! Producing with Mark-hyung has been going very smoothly and I've been having so much fun", Y/n said while scrolling through Twitter on his phone.

Suddenly his heart stops beating for a second. His mouth opens, tears starting to form in his eyes. He stared at his phone and with every passing second it felt like his world was being crushed.

He couldn't believe it.

The chat was going crazy. The viewers weren't dumb. Anybody in the fandom knew that Y/n was a WIZ*ONE .He had been caught buying their albums multiple times. Fans had spotted him with a lightstick at their concerts before and he always ran around with a photocard of a different member in his phone case. Anyone with a pair of functioning braincells and access to social media at that moment could guess why the boy was suddenly so distraught.

"No fucking way this is true. This can't- this can't be true. I don't want to fucking believe it!", Y/n screamed as he threw his phone away, at this point not even giving a fuck whether he could curse on live or not.

"Now what the hell am I supposed to do? I was having such a good day and then I have to see some bullshit like this? What was the reason man? What about the girls?", he said while now pacing around his room.

"I'm sorry guys but I have to end the live sooner then expected. I'll catch you tomorrow, please take care of you and stay safe!"

He immediately went through his following list on Instagram and decided to text the person he cared for the most.

"Hey Chaewon are you alright? I just saw the news and I want to tell you that I'm here for you if you ever need anything. I know we've only talked on music shows before but you and your members inspired me so much, I really care deeply for you girls. Take care of yourself and stay safe, love you :)"

As soon as he hit send he wanted to punch himself in the face.

"This is so corny WHY DID I SAY 'LOVE YOU' "

Just as he went into the chat and wanted to unsend the message, he saw that Chaewon was typing

"Hey, Y/n. Thank you for the kind message, I really appreciate you. I'm not doing all too well right now, would you mind giving me your number? I really need someone to talk to right now."

-Flashback end-

Ever since then Y/n's and Chaewon's relationship started blossoming. He stood by her through everything. Through the lowest moments she had, the many panic attacks and sleepless nights, but also through her highest moments, like her (new) debut.

They started dating a few months after they started talking and to Y/n, Chaewon was the closest anything or anyone would ever get to 'perfection'.

Every moment he spent with her was like a gift from god himself to Y/n. He cherished every second with her, no matter how insignificant. Every time she called him he would pick up, any message she sent would be replied to almost instantly.

In short, he was completely, with his entire being, heads over heals for the small fearless girl.

He loved everything about her. Her cute face, pure skin, her beautiful nose.

Her cheeks that looked like cheeseballs, her full lips, her perfect eyebrows.

Whenever he slept over he would wake up extra early just to stare at her face a bit longer.

And that brings us to the point we are at right now.

With Chaewon's aforementioned growth in popularity there was bound to be activities that would be held outside of her mother country South Korea.

Today she had a flight to Japan to do a shoot for a popular magazine. The flight was at three in the afternoon, which means in five hours, and everything was already packed. All she needed to do was to make sure she started her trip to the airport atleast three hours before the flight itself, which means she only has two hours left.

"Where do you thing you're going, baby?", a raspy voice called out to her as soon as she tried getting out of bed

That person whomst the voice belonged to got up and continued saying

"Chaewon I'm serious please come back to bed I barely saw you last week, I still need you baby."

"Y/n, no. I need to get going, my flight is in a few hours. And I know that if I lay down next to you I'll start doing things that will make my time schedule significantly ", Chaewon argued.

"I'm not even going to question what you mean by that but come back to bed please. Don't make me get up and carry you back."

"I would love to see you try."

Not being one to turn down a challenge, you swiftly stood up with newfound energy and swooped your girlfriend off of her feet and threw her on the bed before laying down on top of her.

"Yah Y/n I can't breathe move you pabo", Chaewon whined.

"I'll move if you give me a kiss"

"I'm not falling for that again, the last time you bargained like that I had to wear make up for a week straight on my neck because your 'kiss' led to you sucking in my neck and giving me hickeys. Now move baby please"

"I'll move if you stay just five more minutes with me in bed"

"Y/nn we both know that those five minutes will quickly lead to something else thats gonna be a lot longer than just five minutes. Please just move."

"If I move you'll try to get out"

"I promise I won't"

Chaewon looked you in the eyes and used a forbidden tactic, the puppy eyes.

You both knew you couldn't resist, so reluctantly, you gave in.

However, as soon as you moved off she tried getting away. Having seen that from a mile away, though, you grabbed both of her hands and held them above her head.

"I thought you wouldn't move away jagi? Why lie to me this early in the morning? I think this calls for some type of punishment, don't you think?", Y/n told her

"Y/n I don't think now is the time I mean what if I miss my- Ahhh"

Not even listening to Chaewon's worries you immediately latch on to her sweet spot.

"Y-Y/n please- Ahh please slow down with the marks I have a photoshoot later on and I didn't plan on making it known that we're a thing today", Chaewon told you.

"You know baby, you tell me to stop marking you but you're pressing my head even harder against your neck. I don't believe you", Y/n said before diving down and giving her more hickeys.

Chaewon tasted sweet. You did not know whether that was due to her natural scent or because of some bodywash she just used, all you knew was that it is addictive.

"Chae take that shirt off immediately."

Chaewon, being caught off guard by your sudden request fumbled a bit and took some time to lift the shirt of her body.

You, however, could not wait any longer so you just ripped the shirt in half

"Hey that was expensive-" "I'll buy you as many of these as you want just let me lick your body right now", Y/n interrupted her.

You continued sucking on her skin, making sure to enjoy and cherish every single second while also making sure to tease her by skipping her breasts.

Just as she was about to complain you delve down and took in her left nipple into your mouth, the sudden warm sensation giving her some form of satisfaction she had been yearning for ever since you started attacking her body with your tongue.

Kissing, nibbling, biting and sucking on her light brown nipples while making sure to use your hand on the other one.

After a while you switched and made sure to give the other nipple the same treatment.

Chaewon was a mess at this point. Head pressing back into the pillow, eyes rolled backwards, back arched, using one of her hands to press your head even deeper into her body while the other scratched your now bare back.

You noticed a switch in her attitude, however. Her grip tightened, her breathing became even more uncontrolled and messy and she was louder.

So you stopped and raised your head a bit to admire the state your girlfriend was in.

"What did you really think I would let you come that quick baby? I still haven't forgiven you for rejecting me this morning because of this stupid flight.", Y/n said while smirking at her.

"Y/n what the f-aAHH" "Wow you're this wet just because of my mouth? You know, this is making me really hungry. I hope you don't mind me having breakfast in bed Chae.", You cut her off by putting your hand on her (still) covered, wet pussy.

You got back to your earlier position, this time going further down and licking and kissing her entire midsection.

Chaewon was proud of her abs and you were too so you made sure she got the notice.

Reaching the main attraction, you started by kissing along her thighs, licking and nibbling at her skin while ignoring her wet core.

You took a pillow and placed it under her lower back and then, finally, took off her panties with your mouth, while making sure to hold eye contact with the sweating, blushing mess infront of you.

After taking her underwear off you were greeted by a familiar sight, Chaewon's tight, pink pussy.

She was wet and you were thirsty, so of course you dove straight in. You licked around her labia before finding her clit and sucking on it.

You pressed down on Chaewon's stomach and just like that it was like a waterfall of sweet nectar opened into your mouth. You lapped up as much as you could, like a thirsty dog, not wanting to waste any of her juices.

You knew Chaewon was still sensitive but that didn't matter to you. You continued eating her out while now also fingering her, a combination that ultimately culminated with a second orgasm for Chaewon.

"That was just- wow Y/n", Chaewon said while panting.

"Let me repay the favor", she added with newfound strength flipping you on your back.

Chaewon slowly slid down your now exposed upper body, making sure to leave some marks of her own on your abs until finally getting to the main course.

Your erection was painfully obvious by now as your girlfriend was able to see the bulge.

Not wanting to waste any time, she pulled your pants and underwear down in one swift motion and was immediately hit in her face by your member.

She slowly kissed the tip, taking little cat licks on your head while innocently looking up and meeting your eyes.

Seeing the look of lust and desperation in your eyes, she decided it was enough teasing and in one go took most of your dick inside her mouth.

"Oh my god Chaewon you're doing me so well baby", Y/n moaned while throwing his head back.

Chaewon smiled at the sudden compliment and now added a second hand to the equation with which she stroked the part of your shaft that didn't fit inside her mouth.

The room was filled with slurping noises as Chaewon, filled with your cock, produced what seemed like litres of saliva that was now both coating your entire cock and her chin, slowly dripping down onto the mattress.

Your moaning and groaning never stopped, however Chaewon felt you pulsate inside her mouth, which gave her all the information she needed.

In one brave motion Chaewon forced your entire member into her mouth, making it hit the very back of her throat and that seemed to push you over the edge, making you erupt like a geyser inside her, painting her throat white and filling her stomach with your warm and sticky seed.

"God bless you for being a fitness freak and having a healthy diet because you taste amazing baby", Chaewon replied after opening her mouth to show you that she swallowed all of it.

"That was- wow Chaewon I thought I'd black out for a minute right there", Y/n replied while breathing heavily.

Chaewon smiled at the comment and slowly made her way into Y/n's lap.

"If you thought that was mind blowing you'll actually pass out during the main course."

She straddled Y/n and slowly inserted his cock into her hungry pussy.

Both of them threw their heads back, almost in sync, overwhelmed with the pleasure.

Y/n looked at Chaewon and it was like he fell in love for the first time again. The way the light bounced off her face, highlighting her nose and her shiny lips. The way her eyes were shut closely while her mouth hung open.

Everything about her is just perfect.

So perfect that a switch turned on in Y/n's brain. A switch that made his hormones go overboard.

He embraced Chaewon with his strong arms and pushed her close into his body, thrusting up with all his might and immediately making her moan.

"Ugh- righ- right there Y/nn. You're dOing me so good babY~", Chaewon praised him.

Y/n got faster and harder. He held his girfriends petite frame delicately while absolutely destroying her pussy.

The subtleness of the moans now completely out of the window as Chaewon was screaming so loud Y/n wouldn't be surprised if any people passing by their street heard her.

In moments like these Y/n thanked himself for exercise because he managed to built up a very strong stamina throughout the years.

Meanwhile Chaewon was scratching his back, surely drawing blood at this point, while also pressing her head against his traps and biting them as a way to silence her moans.

To Y/n this was an indicator that she was close to her second orgasm of the morning, so he removed one arm from her back and started playing with and rubbing her clit.

Almost instantly, resembling a dam being broken, Chaewon squirted, drenching Y/n's midsection and their sheets with her love juices.

Chaewon was on cloud nine, overwhelmed by pleasure. Pleasure, that did not stop as Y/n continued pounding the small woman into oblivion.

"Y- Y/nn AHHH I'm sti-lL sensitive-", she said while gripping hard against his back with her remaining strength.

Y/n, however, didn't care as he now flipped both of them, laying Chaewon on her back and fucking her in a mating press position.

The overstimulation was too much and so Chaewon reached her climax again.

Her back arched like a cat, her legs violently shook, her nails dug deeper into Y/n's muscular back and her eyes rolled even further back into her skull.

Her mouth hung open, tongue out and moaning the name of her lover.

Y/n felt Chaewon's insides clench, sucking him in like a vacuum and making him hit even further depths than before. He felt every single crevice of her inner walls as he relentlessly pounded into the love of his life.

Soon Y/n felt a familiar feeling coming.

The burning sensation in his core, the pulsating of his cock, it all pointed towards one inevitable thing.

"Chae-" "INSIDE- OHHH", Chaewon cut him off

Y/n's thrusts started becoming slower and slower, sloppier in their execution until he gave one last deep thrust and started flooding Chaewon's insides with his warm fluids.

It was like a waterfall, seemingly endless as he dumped every last drop inside his girlfriend, who came again due to the warm feeling inside her.

Y/n stayed in position for a good 50 seconds until finally pulling out and taking a good look at the mess he created.

His girlfriend was sprawled out, a sweaty mess, messy hair sticking to her forehead but most importantly, leaking his cum.

The bedsheets were completely ruined, drenched in a mixture of cum and sweat from the both young lovers.

He looked at Chaewon and saw her glistening skin, her perky chest rising and falling and the satisfied grin on her face while looking at him.

Y/n smiled back but suddenly the smile turned into a frown as he looked at the bedside table.

"Chae what time did you say you had to leave again?", Y/n asked while slowly walking into the bathroom.

"What do you mean- OH MY GOD Y/N I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL YOU", Chaewon screamed as she looked at the clock next to her and saw that it was one thirty in the afternoon.

She sprinted through her room and took the quickest shower you had ever seen.

Knowing what would come next, you also washed yourself and put on better clothes.

"You will drive me to the airport and you better pray to god that I don't miss this photoshoot or else you won't fuck me for a whole MONTH", your girlfriend scolded you as you walked into the parking lot of the HYBE building.

"Hi Seonghyun-hyung? Yeah it's me Y/n. I'm with Chaewon right now and I wanted to call to tell you that we won't make it to the airport on time because of traffic. I'm really sorry for the circumstances but is there any way we could reschedule the photoshoot for a few hours? We will still be flying today but we won't be there on time.", Y/n told Chaewon's manager while sweating as he saw his girlfriend stare daggers into him.

-Time skip to a few hours later at the airport-

Chaewon was still somewhat ignoring Y/n while using her phone instead until she suddenly got a message from her members.

Fearless group chat

Jen🦒: Yah Chaewon unnie a lot of HYBE trainees have complained about the noise earlier this morning. You and a certain Y/n wouldn't know anything about that would you?👀

Kkura🌸: Ohh he did you good again didn't he Chae? By the way the trainees described it it sounded like someone was getting murdered inside your room😂😭

Zuha🦢: Not someone, something unnie. It wasn't our 🐆 fho, more like her 🐱 🫣🫢

Jen🦒: ZUHA😭😭😭ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Kkura🌸: @/Chaechae🐆 the fake maknae is being rude are you really gonna take that?👀👀

Zuha🦢: Unnie I don't think she can take much more after what Y/n oppa gave her earlier this morning😭😭😭ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Jen🦒: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Kkura🌸:🤣🤣🤣😭😭😭😭

Manchae🐈: Chaewon unnie when will we see Y/n oppa again?

Jen🦒: Yes unnie I would love to spend some time with Y/n too🫣🫢

Kkura🌸: Me2👀😶

Zuha🦢: Me3 Unnie🥰

Chaewon sighed and grabbed Y/n's arm

"Baby I'm happy we're talking again but where are you bringing me?"

"I'm frustrated, horny and the VIP lounge has champagne.", Chaewon quickly replied

"Frustrated, horny and champagne? This reminds me of that thing we did when fearless got its first win. Remember that time I wet you down with champagne?", Y/n replied while smirking.

"Yes and we're doing it again. Now.", Chaewon smirked back and went into the private jet with Y/n and the bottle of champagne she got from the VIP lounge.

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