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Roleplaying - Oh My Girl Arin
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This is a “sequel” for Penpals
"How've you been?" Daddy's voice rumbles against Arin's back, the two of them settled comfortably in the hot tub. Part 1 of their little tryst was done, and Arin is feeling comfortably stretched, the warm water bringing relief to her sore muscles.
"Good, I’ve been busy with my comeback!"
"Comeback? What do you mean?" Shit, right, he didn't know who she was, of course, about her being an idol. Arin curses herself under the mask.
"Oh, I meant, um, coming back to the office. Now that things are opening up again."
"Oh okay, speaking of comebacks, my new favorite group is doing a comeback!"
"Which one?”
"Oh My Girl!” Arin freezes, before forcing herself to relax against him.
"Oh, I’ve... heard of them, they’re quite popular now.”
"They are!”
"Who’s your favorite member?”
"Their maknae, she’s so cute, Arin? I think.” Arin's heart skips a beat, and so does a shot of arousal, as something very naughty strikes her.
"Really? She's cute?"
"Yeah, she doesn't like to do aegyo, but she's so cute!"
"What about pretty?"
"Hm? I mean of course! She's pretty!"
The actual maknae of Oh My Girl tilts her head back, kissing his jaw.
"What about sexy, do you think she’s sexy?”
"I umm...”
"Show me what she looks like.” Arin asks daringly, dangerously testing if he would recognize her from behind the mask. He reaches for his phone and pulls up a picture of her. Annoyingly he pulls up the tamest ones, and Arin takes the phone from him, adding the word "sexy" to the search term. She finds one that is much more suggestive, her skirt flying up in the air—her safety shorts left nothing to imagination.
"Look at those thighs, that body, don’t tell me you don’t fantasize about her.”
"I don't! I-I wouldn’t!”
"Are you really trying to pretend to be innocent now?” Arin asks witheringly-they’ve always shared every kink, every fantasy.
"Fine, I would.
"Good, let’s roleplay. I’ll be Arin, you can do whatever you want to Oh My Girl’s maknae, Daddy." Her hands sink beneath the water surface—one goes to her own breast, gently squeezing her chest for his benefit. The other goes down between his legs, stroking him, also for his benefit.
"Do you think she's a dom, or a sub?" she whispers sensually into his ear. "Is she going to ride you until you can't get it up anymore?" She grabs his cock firmly, almost painfully. Then she trails a finger tip from head to base, caressing him.  "Or is she going to want you take her however you want, fuck her senseless like an animal, absolutely ruin her..." With him definitely rock hard, Arin smiles underneath her mask, kisses his quivering jaw, and gets up slowly, making sure his eyes are glued to her figure as she steps out of the hot tub.
"I'll be waiting." The water trails off her body, and one particularly rivulet seems to disappear between her butt cheeks before reappearing on the cusp of her lower lips. His vision darkens, seeming to zoom in on that droplet. He watches the droplet grow, aided by her slick, and it hits critical mass, detaching from Arin and hitting the floor.
She never makes it to the door.
"Mmm!" Arin's breath is taken away as he slams her against the door, his chest pressing against her back.
"Fuck Mommy, you can't just do that."
Arin is slightly put out that he isn't doing the roleplay yet, but very turned on by his sudden roughness.
"Call me Arin."
"A-Arin?"
"Mmhmm, I want you to fuck Arin, not Mommy." He sucks his breath in, as if still trying to resist his urges, many lewd fantasies suddenly surfacing in his mind. "I'll be whatever you want Arin to be." He stays silent, and Arin eggs him on.
"She looked quite cheeky in those pics, ever want to hot dog her? Here." She reaches for her own butt, raising her hips slightly to make sure his cock is right between her cheeks. Her hands squeeze them together as she moves up and down slightly.
"Looks like a hot dog doesn't it? Go ahead, it needs your dressing." He groans as his shaft slides in between Arin's smooth cheeks, and his own hands join hers, pushing her cheeks together with more pressure. "That's it, keep going, imagine how it'll feel sliding in and out of Arin's pussy."
Soon he is moaning and actively thrusting between her cheeks. His reluctance melts away every time his tip pokes out from her ass, and he announces his limit quickly.
"Fuck Arin, I'm going to cum!"
"That's it Daddy, cum for Arin, cum all over me!" She purrs in satisfaction as his hot cum lands all over her back, in time with the throbbing of his cock between her cheeks. His chin rests on her shoulder, and he breathes heavily into her ear while he recovers, almost using her to stay standing. Without a care his thumbs wipes the cum off her back as he runs his hands up and down her midriff, and he buries his face in her neck, asking her a question.
"Are you sure?"
Arin is mildly surprised at his question, that he still isn't fully into the idea, but from the shakiness of his voice she knows he is barely holding on. His follow up statement though—that gets Arin wet beyond any shower or hot tub could do.
"I kinda like you as you though."
She turns her head and locks him in a kiss, their masks jostling slightly in how fiercely they are suddenly kissing, as if she wanted to plunge her tongue straight down his throat.
"Are you going to give Arin her reward?" Breathlessly she breaks the kiss and asks coquettishly, and finally he gives in.
"How does Arin want her reward?"
"Whatever makes me feel good Daddy," she sighs as he immediately begins planting kisses along her shoulders. He slides down her body, his hands smearing a trail of his earlier cum down her sides. To her surprise he sits down, slipping his head between Arin and the door. With his hands back on her ass, he manipulates her so that she is basically on his face, and Arin ends up half sitting on him and half pinning his face against the door.
"Oh fuck, you eat me so well!" His nose brushes against her clit over and over as Arin rides him, face-fucking him into the door. He tongues her rapidly, tracing laps around her slit before dipping in for a taste, and her juices start to spill down his chin.
The door starts to rattle from Arin's thrusts, and his head is gently knocking against the door every time, but neither of them cared. The whole time his hands have stayed planted on her butt, and as she begins to move more wildly he slips a finger between her cheeks, gently playing with her puckered ring. The sensation drives Arin mad, and when a bit of his finger slips in her shout echoes in the bathroom.
"Ahh oh god!" Arin covers his face in slick, and it spills down his body, covering his front much like he had covered her back. Her knees go weak, and he has to catch her, make sure she doesn't slip. One hand on the door and another hand in his hair, Arin braces herself through her climax, shaking off all the drops of water and slick still on her gorgeous figure. She slowly slides her pussy down his face and body, landing in his lap.
"Did Arin enjoy her reward?" he asks huskily. Face-to-face with him once more, Arin fears for a second that he recognizes her, but then she remembers the masks they always wore, and she reassures herself, using her second mask, her job as Arin the idol, to titillate him further.
"Yes she did, and she can't wait to have more fun with you." She gets up off his lap and leads him to the shower. A quick tantalizing shower later, their impromptu mess is cleaned and Arin wraps herself in a tower and whispers in his ear.
"Get dressed and wait in your room, Arin wants to strip you herself."
Thrilled, Daddy Long Leg stews in his room, turning on the TV but unable to concentrate at all. He puts on and takes off clothes again and again, unable to decide how "dressed" he should be. He keeps his arousal at a bubble point, pulling up some of Arin's racier fancams, letting his imagination run wild. A mere knock pushes his arousal to a boiling point, and when Arin enters the door he is steaming.
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She is dressed in a white blouse and a red checkered skirt, the split going right in front, across her body and held up by a belt, like a present to unwrap.
"What are you looking at?" He tries to put his phone away, but Arin is too quick, stealing it from him with a giggle. "Oh, were you watching me? What were you expecting from me?" she asks, teasing him. She pretends to examine the fancam, as if studying the moves, but really, she knew it by heart.
"That show was for my fans, how about a private show for my biggest fan?" Arin drags a chair over and sits in it before pressing play on the fancam. The phone blasts the music in the hotel room, and even though he had just watched the video, it does not compare to the show she is putting on now.
A part of him marvels at how well Mommy Red Cheeks is able to imitate Arin's moves on such short notice—little does he know that she has spent hours practicing, and her body moves with the music on its own. A smaller yet much harder part of him notices far too keenly Arin's lack of safety shorts as she pulls her leg up and over the chair.
The chair slides gratingly across the floor, but neither of them care as Arin mounts him, taking the performance into his lap. A finger tracing the outline of his mask, her hand is almost gentle as she runs it along his cheek, before cupping it and pulling him in for a fevered kiss. His hands find their way to her slim waist and pull her further into him, her skirt riding higher and higher up until her clothed heat touches his pant-shielded length. Arin squirms and grinds against him, her mouth hanging open as she focuses on both the pleasure and the performance—this was a performance done for no one else but themselves.
"Do you want me?" she asks in a low voice.
"Yes, fuck yes..." he rasps back.
"Say my name!"
"I want you so much Arin!" God, the way he says it, it makes Arin's pussy clench on nothingness, she needed him inside her! Shakily her fingers play with his shirt buttons, and he does the same, fumbling with her blouse. He throbs even harder in his pants—even though he had seen Mommy's perky breasts many times, seeing Arin’s curves peeking through the soon-to-be-removed blouse is driving him mad. He unbuckles her belt, and Arin's blouse and skirt are wide open for the taking.
He slips his hands underneath the thin top as Arin slips hers under his undone shirt, sliding it off his shoulders. The performance is all but forgotten by the both of them, and it is timely as the fancam has finished—time to move on to the real show.
"Strip me..." Daddy follows her command eagerly, almost ripping her blouse as he tears it off her lithe figure, flinging it to his bed. He tugs on the skirt, but it is not so easy to remove. Laughing slightly Arin gets off him, putting on a show as she pulls down on the hidden side zipper, and the skirt falls from her body.
"Your turn." Playfully Arin reaches for his pants, undoing them quickly and pulling it clean off, along with his boxers. Daddy's shirt joins Arin's blouse, forgotten somewhere on the bed behind them.
"So, how do you think Arin fucks?" she asks.
"That sounds so wrong..." He can't suppress his moan when Arin kneels between his legs, taking his cock in her hands.
"You're right, how do you imagine Arin fucks? Maybe she likes to suck it first, get it nice and sloppy?" Teasing him, Arin let’s his cock slip out of her mouth, and it slaps against her cheek wetly. When she puts it back in his fingers dig into her hair, pushing her mouth further down on his shaft. She keeps at it, bobbing her head up and down. She wanted to ask him if he thinks Arin would be this skilled with her mouth, but it is currently occupied by his pulsing shaft.
Arin let's him go when he starts producing precum, and his final moan is one of disappointment, but she has other plans. As much as she liked him blowing in her mouth and rocking his world, right now Arin needed her world rocked too.
"How was that?"
"Good, amazing," he mutters breathlessly.
"Great, now imagine Arin— mmm..." she sinks down into his lap, the sloppy blowjob allowing her to take him all the way. "Imagine Arin just sinking onto your cock, it stretches her so fucking well."
"Fuck!" Daddy moans his agreement. "So tight!"
"She is isn't she? Mmm god she's so naughty, taking your dick raw. Bouncing on you, when you could cum in her unprotected pussy at any time..." He throbs harder inside her, as if wanting nothing more than to do exactly that. "Mm you'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Yes!" he groans into her neck.
Arin knew just how to tease him. "Hold on for me Daddy, you can do that right?" She bucks her hips strongly into him, and he grits his teeth and moans agreement. Arin nibbles his earlobe as a reward.
"Good, I'm going to ride you until you forget what it feels like to have Arin's tight pussy not stretched around you!"
Her arms wrap around his neck, and Arin goes on the ride of her life. Knees planted into the bed, she humps him slowly at first, cooing at his kisses along her collarbone. The whole roleplay arguably turns Arin on more than Daddy Long Leg, the idea that he's having sex with her and not "Mommy Red Cheeks" sending a warm flush through her body. It surprises Arin too, and soon with a yelp she's announcing her climax.
"Oh fuck, Daddy!"
The rhythmic contractions of Arin's pussy gives way to erratic squeezes, and he shuts his eyes to not have to look at Arin in the throes of her orgasm—just the feel of her slick sliding down his shaft is almost enough to send him off the edge, but he manages to hold on—he has to.
"Can you keep going? I still remember what it feels like to not have you wrapped around me," he teases her.
"Shut, up..." Arin moans airily before riding him again. This time she rides him more wildly, and she mashes her lips on his, reveling in his large hands on her, caressing her back and shoulders. Her chest rubs against him, and he hugs her closely, feeling her stiff nipples drag up and down on him as she jackhammers herself on top.
Arin feels short all of a sudden, as if every sink of her hips is sending his cock straight to her head, and she fucking loves it. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, and she's a drooling mess on his neck as she uses all her core strength, her tummy flexing and twitching as she bounces herself silly on his rod.
"Ah... ah... mmm, nngh... fuck!" The noises she makes are absolutely unbecoming of a human, but Arin's too far gone to care, slamming herself down one last time before she seizes up, her body shuddering through one of the more intense orgasms she's given herself.
"Ow, fuck..." The sting of Arin biting into his shoulder thankfully pulls him out of his pre-orgasm ascent, and Daddy Long Leg holds on to her suddenly limp form—the only muscle still working in Arin is the one that is wrapped around his shaft. The orgasm seems to squeeze both him and Arin, draining the latter of all her juices, if the sheer wetness in his lap is any indication. He stays quiet, focusing on backing himself away from the edge, as her sexy whines and random contractions around him threaten to push him too far.
"Have you forgotten yet?" she asks him, trying to be teasing, but also clearly drained, panting between each word.
"No, but I don't think I can forget you wrapped around me either." He makes to lay her down on the bed, but hurriedly she stops him.
"You haven't cum yet have you? I'm going to ride you till you cum."
"Mommy, you don't have—"
"Arin!" she reminds him.
"Arin, you don't have to."
"But I want to!" She presses her forehead against his, making herself grind down into him. "I've been using Daddy Dildo a lot, just imagining your cum in me!"
"Oh god," he remembers the custom toy he made for Mommy, and the idea of Arin using it instead puts him back on the path to climax.
"I want the real thing, and when I get off you, I want nothing to come out, it's going to stay sealed in me." He moans at the image, and his hands go to Arin's waist, helping her move sinuously on top of him. It starts off slow, her soft tired moans filling his ears, but soon Arin's flexing her walls, squeezing his shaft with every downward drop of her hips, urging him to orgasm.
"Cum for me," she whispers, almost begging him.
"Almost, I'm so close!" he moans. Arin bites his bottom lip needily before finishing him off with a cutesy whisper.
"Arin-ie wants your cum." The contrast of her cute tone and squelching squeeze of her pussy, the sheer sinfulness of everything—it sends him flying over the edge. He jams her down into his lap, and with a loud groan into her neck he explodes.
"Oh god yes..." Arin whimpers as rope after rope of thick seed is fired straight into her, splattering her walls. Layer upon layer of it coats her pussy, and unconsciously her thighs around him close tightly, as if to extract more cum from him. A primal rush overtakes her, not quite an orgasm, but almost as satisfying, and she is cooing with him, the two of them stuck together like two perilla leaves. His hands move up and down her back, caressing her, calming himself down from his peak.
"Sorry, I left a mark." Arin winces as he kisses her neck, and she realizes that he had sucked quite harshly on her skin.
"It's okay, I did it too." Her fingers run gently over his shoulder, where she had bitten down on him..
"Fair enough, fuck that was amazing." Arin kisses him again before getting off, and their eyes are glued to her pussy. As soon as she is unplugged, a flood of white leaks out of her, making a mess of the bed. Arin rolls off him, and he assumed that she was going to the bathroom to clean up, but to his surprise and utter delight, she crawls past him, further up the bed.
"Oh no, I'm leaking all of your cum, don't you want to stuff more in me?" She curls a finger at him, drawing him in. "Your turn. Arin fucked you good, now are you going to fuck Arin even better or not?"
His cock can't quite rise to the challenge yet, but his fingers can. Arin squirms and whimpers as he plunges two fingers into her creamy warmth.
"Ah... what are you doing?"
"Cleaning you out, going to give you a fresh load." Daddy Long Leg is very thorough in his "cleaning", and soon Arin washes his load out with slick of her own, her legs twisting and trapping his arm as she moans into his chest. Vaguely he recognizes the fabric Arin is ruining with her climax—it was his shirt, but he didn't care, he'd wear it out of the hotel anyways, complete with DNA evidence.
He breaks out of her quivering embrace, and with two fingers still plugged in her, he settles between her thighs, her legs dangling over his shoulders.
"Wait, oh!" Arin squeals when his teeth lightly graze her clit, the engorged bud suddenly the focus of his attention. He licks up on her clit while his finger curl upwards, right onto her sweet spot, and Arin turns her head, biting into his shirt to stifle the outright scream she almost lets out. Her senses are overloaded with pleasure, and her nostrils are filled with the scent of his shirt, of him, and it sends her spiraling into the abyss.
Her eyes rolling in her head occasionally, and with tears leaking out of them constantly, Arin's legs kick and straighten uselessly in the air as she is overstimulated to one peak after another, her thighs crushing his head. Every curl of his fingers makes her core twitch and flex, and she responds by trying to sit up, her hands pushing his face deeper between her legs. When he then licks her clit, she crashes back down on the bed with a cry, lifting her hips off the sheets to further press herself into his face.
Over and over the ecstatic cycle repeats, and when Daddy finally stops, Arin is a sweaty mess, her skin glistening from her rapturous exertions. He fares little better of course, his face covered in a sheen of her juices, not to mention red from Arin's thighs squeezing him repeatedly.
Yet still she manages to surprise him again. Weakly she flips over on her front, and with her face still buried in his shirt she slowly gets on her knees, lifting her gorgeous ass to a fuckable height.
"Come on Daddy, time for you to finally fuck me."
Daddy Long Leg couldn't wait any longer, didn't want to wait any longer, and so with the slightest of pauses to savor the heat of her pussy on his tip, he leans over Arin and plunges into her.
"Fuck yes!"
Arin almost throws her hips forward to get away from him, the sudden stretch making her dizzy, but she stills herself, not shying away from how damn full he makes her feel. She delights at his harsh pants in her ear, happy at the effect she has on him. He growls in her ear, and part of her knows she'll regret it the next day—no, week, but right now, she looks forward to it.
"I'm going to fuck you until your pussy forgets what it's like to not be stuffed."
"Say my, nnngh!" He gives her one test thrust. "Say my name!"
"Arin!" He grits his teeth, admitting to his desires once more—not Mommy, but Arin. She turns to face him, sloppily plunging her tongue between his lips.
"Say you'll fuck me!"
"I'm going to fuck you Arin!" he moans as he starts moving, starting with steady thrusts. As he thrusts he follows the curve of Arin's delectable back, kissing up and down her spine as best he could.
"Mmm! Oh god, tell me how you're going to fuck me!"
"I'm going to rail you into tomorrow Arin, you'll be dripping my cum for days!"
"Yes, do whatever you want!" He pins her upper body to the bed, smearing her makeup all over his shirt, and Arin screams into it as he ups the pace, using gravity to drive his cock straight through her. Every pound of his cock into Arin seems to create a new g-spot in her, and she cries out loudly as every slam feels better than the last.
Each touch of his hands on her seems to land on an erogenous zone, and his sweat and scent drives her mad with lust. He makes good on her ask, ravaging her, ruining her and her pussy for anyone else—again and again he plunges his shaft past her pussy lips, so much so that they are red and sore and loose, as if they would be permanently gaped by his cock.
Arin doesn't care, she's reduced to groans and shouts, animalistic in her cries for more. She pushes back against him, and each thrust drives ever deeper into her. It only eggs him to go faster, and soon Arin can only keep her ass aloft, unable to keep up with his frantic rhythm, highlighted by loud claps of flesh.
"Fuck Arin!" There's no point calling out his climax, no need for Arin to tell him where to cum—he is going to finish in her. So with a simple shout he pushes his hips down on Arin and fills her up. Gravity sends his seed straight into her womb, and Arin whimpers at the burst of warmth. Daddy Long Leg goes limp, and Arin's strength similarly gives out, the two of the collapsing on the bed. His heartbeat hammers into her back, throbbing like his cock inside her a few moments ago.
Just the thought makes her want it again.
"M-More..." Arin mumbles mindlessly, and with renewed bestial strength he hooks his arms under her shoulders, pulling his mate off the bed and sitting back on his heels. She settles in his lap, and though he slips out of her, neither of them cared—he would be back in her whenever he was ready.
Supporting her tired body, his hands roam her trembling figure, kneading her breast, skimming over her tummy. Her hand reaches for his chin, and he grabs her jaw in return, turning her to face him. Her tongue licks his lips, but instead of kissing him, she breaks away, leaning further back into his shoulder.
"More, I want more..." she sighs, reaching backwards to wrap her arms around his neck.
"Okay." He wasn't fully hard yet, but that was fine. With an "oof" they land back on the bed, and he admires Arin's prone body once more, his hands automatically going to her perky cheeks. Arin's mind is still blank from pleasure—all she thinks about is giving him what he wants, since that gives her more pleasure.
"Take my ass, if you want it..." His hands pause on her butt, and Arin wriggles her hips, begging him to keep going with his hands. His weight descends on her, his body flush against hers. She can feel his full erection now.
"What did you say?"
"If you like Arin's ass so much, fuck it, cum in it, make me feel good!" He's amazed by her dedication to the roleplay, but more than anything, he can't get enough of her, getting everything he wants from her, and giving her everything she wants. He pushes into her pussy again, giving her a few thrusts to lubricate himself thoroughly. Once he's in though, he didn't feel like pulling out. He withdraws almost completely, until his tip is at her entrance.
"Wha— Ooh!" Arin yelps as he pushes back into her unexpectedly, his tip rubbing right across her spot.
"Sorry, maybe next time, I like your ass, but I love your pussy."
"If you say so, I don't mind." Arin turns around and pulls him back down, not minding his weight on her. "Finger my ass, lick it, I don't care, but Daddy's cock belongs in my pussy."
"Yes it does." He buries his length fully in her, and for a while he just lays on top of her, kissing the back of her sweaty neck.
"Are you going to move?"
"Later, my little Arin feels good as a cockwarmer too."
"Yeah? I'll come by every night, keep you and your cock warm and hard, ready for fucking whenever you want it."
"And whenever you want it."
"Right, I'll ride you whenever I want, and you can plow me whenever, and—oh fuck!" He takes her by surprise, his one pump taking her breath away. "Yes just like that, keep going!"
The passionate dirty talk suddenly turns wild as he pins Arin to the bed prone. The bed becomes a third participant, noisily creaking as it pushes against his thrusts—it allows Daddy Long Leg to almost bounce in and out of Arin, spearing her silky walls open with grunts and moans. Arin is forced to take ownership of his shirt, biting, tearing, and ripping into it. He yanks on her hair, ravishing her as she screams out her pleasure.
"Oh yes, right there, oppa do me everyday, I want this all the time—mmph!" He tears the mask off her and captures her lips in a feral kiss, licking all over her face. It didn't matter who she really was, how she really looked, who she roleplayed as, he wanted her, everything else be damned.
Arin doesn't even notice the mask coming off, she's too engrossed in the pleasure, in the kiss. She's running out of oxygen, unable to even pant fast enough to keep up. His hand around her neck, supposedly to tilt her head up to him, unconsciously tenses and closes around her throat as he nears his own orgasm. Arin tightens and contracts around him as her vision gets a little blurred, either from lack of oxygen, or from the tears of pleasure spilling from her eyes.
Oh fuck—
Oh god—
Their thoughts simultaneously end as they crash into the bed, bodies convulsing together in silent yet deafening climax. They lose all track of sense and time, tiredly humping each other as nature intended. They croon their necks to the ceiling, groaning satisfyingly as he pushes her hips down into the bed, dumping everything into her and filling her to the brim. When they both recover, the first thing they feel is euphoria, hands wandering on bodies with loving, lustful touches; and then reality hits—stickiness all over, but they were too sore to care.
Daddy Long Leg is utterly drained, and in his place Arin almost feels bloated, as if he had just plugged her up with thick seed. Her hand wanders to her abdomen, and when his weight on top of her suddenly traps her hand against her belly, Arin whimpers, feeling herself essentially spurt his load from between her legs—just how much did he cum in her?
Blindly his hand wanders over Arin's head, finding her face, and too tired to even open his eyes, he leans in to kiss her.
"You're amazing, fuck I love you." Arin's too tired to think, and in the moment she answers honestly.
"Love you too oppa."
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Daddy Long Leg opens his eyes the next morning to the annoying ring of the room phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi sir, we note that you missed your checkout time, and we received several noise complaints yesterday, and you did not answer the door—"
"Yeah yeah whatever, put it on my bill." He hangs up. But through the connected toilet he could hear the phone ringing from Mommy Red Cheeks' room too. Too sore to sit up, he lays back down on the bed as he tries to shake her awake.
"Hey, they're calling you in your room, you should go pick it up. We overstayed, I'll cover the bill."
"Hm? Oh, it stopped." True to her words the ringing has thankfully died down.
"Mm, good." He sleepily turns to face her, draping his arm across her. Through half-open eyes he suddenly realizes that Mommy Red Cheeks is not wearing a mask, and to his great shock he recognizes who she is.
"What?! Arin?" No no no, fuck no, no fucking way!
"What did you say? How did you—" Arin reaches up to her face, and she yelps too when she realizes she's not wearing a mask, her hands immediately covering her face. Still, there's no covering up what had just happened.
"No no no, fuck!" Arin dashes through their connected bathroom, and the door slams shut on the other side. Hurriedly he throws off the covers, running towards her before thinking better of it and stopping to put on some clothes first.
"Hey, let's talk! I'm sorry I took off your mask, it happened in the heat of the moment, I wasn't thinking," he calls out, knocking on the door. No response, and light sniffles. "Look, Arin—I mean, Mommy, no, I mean—whatever! You have my word, I won't go to the media, and I won't do anything you don't want me to. If you never want to meet me again, that's fine. Even if you never want to see me again I won't go to the media, what you do is your business."
More silence, guess that's that.
"I—I enjoyed our time together, but it was good, in a way, to finally meet the person behind the mask. If you're curious too, I'll be in my room, packing up. I'll check out, and I’ll cover your bill too. It was, umm, nice knowing you."
With no further response, he sighs and goes back to his room to clean up and pack. Everything goes into his suitcase, everything except Arin's blouse, tossed away thoughtlessly a few hours ago. It made a lot more sense now, how she was so good at mimicking the performance, and how into the roleplay she was. He shrugs and folds it up neatly—maybe he'll leave it at her door.
While he is engrossed in his thoughts, there is a knock coming from the front door of his room. Why are they so impatient?
"I'm checking out right—" he stops in his tracks when he realizes it isn't housekeeping in front of him, but Arin, Mommy Red Cheeks.
"Can I come in?"
"Um yes, of course." She sits down on the side of the bed, the bed where she screamed in pure pleasure just hours ago. It is similar to many other beds, on which they have done many unspeakable things to one another before today. Yet now everything has changed.
"It is nice to meet you finally," she mumbles quietly, blushing ruby red.
"You too... you're very pretty! Oh, umm, your blouse," he finishes lamely, handing her the folded top.
"Oh, thank you. Sorry about your shirt, I think."
"It's okay, I'll get a new one."
The silence that descends on the room is just as deafening as their combined orgasm earlier. The smell of sex still reeks in the air.
"What will you do now?" Arin asks.
"About?"
"About me."
"Nothing? There's nothing to 'do'. Like I said I'm keeping my mouth shut."
"You're not disappointed?"
"About what?"
"About your favorite idol doing, you know, stuff like this?"
"No I mean, it's hot, but not something I've thought of exactly. Not that I ever fantasized about you, of course."
"Before last night?" she teases him, chuckling softly.
"Right, and that's mostly your fault," he fires back.
"Fair enough, I should take responsibility then, hm?" Arin mulls thoughtfully.
"What?"
"I guess we need to continue doing this, now that you've started fantasizing about me."
He can hardly believe his ears.
"You want to continue doing this? With me?"
"I mean, you're cute enough under the mask, and we are... compatible." Arin blushes as she says that last word, but she powers through her shyness. "Plus it'd be good to not have to wear the masks, they get kinda uncomfortable after a while."
That he could agree with, the sweat and scratchiness of the mask became irritating after some of their more intense sessions, but still, he had to ask.
"You're sure about this? I'm not going to do anything even if you don't want to. I don't want you to feel like you have to do this." Arin shushes him, going up to him and pecking him on the lips, chastely.
"I want to do this too, where else am I going to find another ‘penpal’?"
"Right, that's more than fine with me."
"Great, I'll see you next time then!"
The two of them enter the elevator, putting on the regular surgical masks as required by the authorities. Checkout was a swift affair, albeit with some blushing on both their parts—their necks were lined with love bites from each other, of many shapes and sizes. The clerk hems and haws, delicately trying to broach the issue of noise complaints and the very late checkout.
"I apologize, and I'll pay the bill for the extra night, and any penalty fees incurred for either room in full." Daddy Long Leg nips the issue in the bud, and with a polite but red-faced bow the two of them thank the clerk for their discretion.
At the exit, they turn to the other to say good bye, but words fail them, an awkward dance taking place as they shuffle their feet.
"So umm, see you next—" Arin begins.
"Do you want to go on a date?" The words spill out of him, following his heart.
"What?"
"I know you're an idol, but maybe we can do it in secret? We've done everything couples do, probably more than what most couples do, and we even said 'I love you' already," he mutters, and Arin heats up under her mask, both in embarrassment and no small amount of joy.
"Um sure, I would like that."
"Great, I have your number already, I'll text you, maybe sometime next week?" She nods, and as he almost skips away in happiness Arin grabs his wrist, pulling him back.
"Wait! Give me your phone." Puzzled, he obediently hands her his phone.
"My name is Choi Yewon," she says, handing it back to him—where it once said "Mommy Red Cheeks", the contact now read "Choi Yewon". She pushes her phone into his palm.
"What's your name?"
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A/N: As you can see, this took forever to piece together, it still references a comeback :P but I made good use of their fanmeeting outfits, that was so hot. It’s almost a cliche now, but I managed to fluff it up at the end heh. The idea of Arin roleplaying as “Arin” was too hot, but it just took a while to flesh everything out, so hope it works out and isn’t too confusing between the Mommy and the Arin. Thanks for reading!
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IDOL DICTATION CONTEST 2 [ENG SUB]
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