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i need to give a pretty girl head asap. want to feel her pretty thighs against my face and have her pulling at my hair because she is getting overwhelmed. want her moaning my name, telling me how good she feels. so later after i make her cum i’ll go up and kiss her so she can taste herself on my tongue and lips.
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content warnings › clothed and naked humping, fingering, strap on
the air in the dressing room was thick, heavy with the lingering heat of the stage and the sharp, intoxicating scent of karina’s perfume. outside, the muffled rumble of thousands of fans slowly leaving the arena felt a million miles away.
you were standing by the vanity, pretending to review post-show logistics on your tablet, but your eyes hadn’t processed a single word in. behind you, karina was sitting on the plush leather couch, still in her tight, lace stage outfit.
she was completely undone.
she wasn’t just tired—she was consumed by a desperate, shameless heat that had been building all night. every time she had caught your eye from the stage, every time you had handed her water bottle between outfit changes, it had pushed her closer to the edge. now, locked in the dressing room, she couldn’t hold it back for another second.
“manager-nim…” she whined, her voice a low, raspy purr that went straight to your gut.
“karina, we have ten minutes before security clears the hallway,” you said, trying to desperately to keep your tone professional, keeping your back turned to her. “you need to change, so we can leave.”
a soft, impatient groan sounded from the couch, followed by the rustle of leather. before you could react, karina was right behind you. she wrapped her arms tightly around your waist from behind, her body flushed hot against your back.
“i don’t care about the schedule,” she whispered frantically into your ear, biting softly at your earlobe before pressing her warm lips down at the side of your neck. “i’m so hot. i can’t breathe, i can’t think… i’ve been losing my mind watching you all night.”
you froze as her hands slid down your body, heavy and impatient, pulling your hips back against her. she was squirming, her body practically vibrating with need.
“karina, stop—”
“no, look at me. please,” she begged, her voice dropping into breathless, needy tone you had never heard from her before.
she grabbed your arm, dragging you toward the couch and pulling you down with her. before you could even adjust your seat, karina scrambled into your lap, straddling your thighs. her stage skirt was pushed up, her inner shorts tight against her skin, and her cheeks were flushed a deep, high crimson. her eyes were dark, glossy, completely liquid with raw desire.
she didn’t wait for your permission. karina grabbed your right hand, forcing your palm flat against her thigh, and immediately began to grind her hips down onto it.
“ah... god,” she gasped out loud, her back arching as she rolled her hips against your hand, seeking friction through the thin fabric of her shorts. “touch me. please, please touch me…”
the sudden, desperate weight of her grinding into your hand made your heart hammer violently against your ribs. she was already drenched, the heat radiating off her core so intense you could feel it right through her clothes.
“karina…” you rasped, trying to hold her hips still, but she was relentless, writhing against you with shameless speed, her lips parted as she panted right into your face.
“don’t stop me, don’t hold back,” she whimpered, her fingers knotting messily into your hair, forcing your head back so she could look deep into your eyes. “i’ve been thinking about this all day. every time i was on stage, all i wanted was your hand right here. i want you to ruin me. make me come right now, manager-nim... please.”
she began grinding harder, riding your thigh and your hand at the same time, her breath coming in short, choked hitches. she was so turned on she couldn’t keep her legs still, her thighs shaking against yours as she chased the friction.
“you’re so bad,” you growled softly, your grip on her hip tightening as you finally gave in, pressing your hand firmly up into her clothed pussy to meet her desperate rolling motion.
“nggh!” karina let out a loud, high-pitched whine, her eyes rolling back as she slammed her mouth over yours.
the kiss was messy, hungry, completely unpolished. she tasted like sweet lip gloss and pure, frantic heat, her tongue tangling with yours while her hips worked frantically against your palm. she was practically sobbing into the kiss, completely helpless to the sensory overload, her entire body trembling in your lap.
you reached down with your free hand, hooking your fingers into the edge of her underwear, pulling the wet silk to the side so your bare fingers could press directly against her slick, swollen heat. the moment skin touched skin, karina screamed softly against your lips, her body locking up in a sharp, desperate shock.
“fuck—” she choked out, breaking the kiss, her forehead dropping heavily onto your shoulder as she gasped for air. her hips didn’t slow down for a second, she kept grinding herself directly against your bare fingers, wet and completely slick, using you mercilessly for her own satisfaction. “right there! oh god, right there, don’t move your hand, just let me—”
she was shameless, completely stripped of her idol persona, reduced to a panting, trembling mess in her manager’s lap. she lifted her hips slightly and slammed back down onto your hand, grinding in fast, tight circles, completely chasing her own peak.
you didn’t just let her grind—you started curling two fingers deep up inside her, hitting her sweet spot with every upward thrust while your thumb rubbed her swollen nub.
a loud, shattered cry tore from her throat, her back arching so hard her chest buckled forward. her walls clamped down around your fingers in violent, intense pulses, her core drenching your hand as her orgasm hit her like a freight train.
“a-ah! manager-nim! haah... manager-nim!” she choked out, her voice breaking completely as she rode out the heavy, wracking waves of her climax right in your lap.
she kept grinding weakly against your hand even as she came, unable to stop the instinctive rolling of her hips until the intensity finally forced her to collapse forward against your chest. her heart was hammering wildly against her ribs, her body shaking from head to toe, covered in a light sheen of sweat.
you didn’t give her a second to catch her breath. while karina lay dazed on the leather couch, her chest still heaving in small, shallow hitches, you stepped away just long enough to reach into your duffel bag tucked under the vanity table. the sharp snap of the strap on breaking out of its bag made her eyelids flutter open, her dark eyes tracking your movements with a sudden, wide-eyed jolt of heat.
“manager-nim…” she rasped, her voice completely shot, barely more than a scratchy whisper.
you didn’t answer. you stepped into the strap, pulling them tight around your hips and waist, adjusting the long, sleek shaft attached to the harness until it sat firm and steady. the dark silicone gleamed under the dim vanity lights.
karina swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her dry, bitten lips. her knees twitched together instinctively, but her eyes never left you. she was trembling, terrified and hopelessly turned on all over again.
you walked over to the couch, gripped her bare wrists, and yanked her up to her feet.
“up,” you commanded softly against her ear. “against the wall.”
karina whimpered, but her body obeyed before her mind could even process it. she let you guide her across the room until her front was pressed flat against the cool, dark wood paneling of the dressing room wall. her forehead rested against the smooth surface, her back arched naturally, her hands pressing flat against the wall on either side of her head to support herself.
you stepped right up behind her, your chest flushing flat against her back. you were so close she could feel the heavy, steady thud of your heart beating against her spine.
you reached around her waist, your large, warm hands cupping her breasts over the pushed-down fabric of her lace stage top. you squeezed them firmly, lifting her slightly, feeling how heavy and soft she was in your palms.
“you wanted me to ruin you, jimin,” you whispered into her ear, biting softly down on her earlobe. “so stand still and take it.”
without another second of warning, you lined up the tip of the strap against her slick, swollen pussy. she was so wet from the last orgasm that the synthetic head slid right into her tight warmth with sickening ease. you thrust forward in one hard, deep motion, driving the shaft all the way in until the base slammed against her rear.
“oh, god!”
karina screamed out loud, her back snapping into a sharp, violent arch. her fingers clawed helplessly at the wood paneling, leaving faint marks as her internal muscles clamped down hard around the thick cock inside her.
“shh,” you growled, keeping your arms locked around her waist, pulling her hips back tight against yours so she couldn’t escape a single inch of it. “quiet.”
you didn’t wait for her to adjust. you pulled back nearly all the way out before slamming back in, starting a hard, relentless rhythm that shook her entire frame.
every time your hips collided with her rear, the impact rippled right through her body. with every deep, merciless thrust, her heavy, soft breasts bounced frantically in your hands, spilling over the top of her torn outfit with every thrust.
“fuck—manager-nim! manager-nim!” karina sobbed out, her head rolling back onto your shoulder as she tried to keep her balance. the sight of her in the wall mirror—her face completely flushed crimson.
you looked directly at her reflection in the mirror, watching her tits bounce and shake as you picked up the speed, pounding into her with relentless, terrifying force.
“look at yourself,” you growled low, your thumbs brushing roughly over her sensitive, erect nipples while her chest bounced against your palms. “look at how bad you are for me.”
“i’m bad—i’m so bad—” she whimpered frantically, her thighs shaking so violently she could barely keep herself standing. her body was completely slick, the loud, wet sounds of the strap driving into her filling the tiny, locked room. “it’s too deep... it’s hitting—ooh!—right there!”
you found the sweet spot inside her and started focusing entirely on it, angled up, pulling back and slamming in hard, making her chest bounce aggressively against your hands with every single thrust.
karina completely lost it. her entire body went rigid, her fingers slipping off the wall as her head threw back against your chest, her throat open as a shattered, desperate scream tore out of her. her walls clamped down around your cock in violent, crushing waves, her body convulsing wildly as a third, overwhelming orgasm crashed over her, making her core spill all over your cock between her legs.
you pulled out slowly, the slick sound echoing softly in the warm, heavy room.
you unbuckled the strap, letting it drop to the floor before scooping karina up into your arms. she let out a soft, breathy gasp as you lifted her, her arms instinctively wrapping tight around your neck, her face burying into the side of your throat. her skin was still burning hot, damp with sweat, her pulse hammering wildly against your collarbone.
you carried her over to the leather couch, sitting down first and pulling her directly into your lap.
she curled into you completely, her legs draped over your thighs, her forehead resting right under your jaw. you wrapped your arms securely around her waist, pulling her flush against your chest so she could feel every steady beat of your heart.
your hand slid up to cup the back of her head, your fingers threading through her dark, tangled hair, holding her close. you leaned down, pressing a lingering, quiet kiss into her hair, then down to her temple, taking in the scent of her perfume and warm skin.
karina let out a long, shuddering sigh, her fingers clutching tightly at the fabric of your dress shirt.
“you’re so good to me,” she whispered, her voice low, raspy, and thick with heat.
“i love taking care of you,” you murmured, your thumb gently stroking the smooth skin of her bare waist.
she let out a soft, breathy chuckle against your neck, her lips brushing your skin as she shifted, pressing her hips deeper into your lap. the friction sent a subtle spark right back through both of you, making her breath hitch. she tilted her head up, her dark eyes looking right into yours—heavy, glassy, and completely filled with a dark, intoxicating heat.
then, three sharp knocks shattered the heavy quiet.
“jimin-ah? manager-nim?”
giselle’s bright, cheerful voice called out from the hallway. “security cleared the floor! the van is waiting downstairs, we gotta go.”
content warnings › clothed and naked humping, fingering, strap on
the air in the dressing room was thick, heavy with the lingering heat of the stage and the sharp, intoxicating scent of karina’s perfume. outside, the muffled rumble of thousands of fans slowly leaving the arena felt a million miles away.
you were standing by the vanity, pretending to review post-show logistics on your tablet, but your eyes hadn’t processed a single word in. behind you, karina was sitting on the plush leather couch, still in her tight, lace stage outfit.
she was completely undone.
she wasn’t just tired—she was consumed by a desperate, shameless heat that had been building all night. every time she had caught your eye from the stage, every time you had handed her water bottle between outfit changes, it had pushed her closer to the edge. now, locked in the dressing room, she couldn’t hold it back for another second.
“manager-nim…” she whined, her voice a low, raspy purr that went straight to your gut.
“karina, we have ten minutes before security clears the hallway,” you said, trying to desperately to keep your tone professional, keeping your back turned to her. “you need to change, so we can leave.”
a soft, impatient groan sounded from the couch, followed by the rustle of leather. before you could react, karina was right behind you. she wrapped her arms tightly around your waist from behind, her body flushed hot against your back.
“i don’t care about the schedule,” she whispered frantically into your ear, biting softly at your earlobe before pressing her warm lips down at the side of your neck. “i’m so hot. i can’t breathe, i can’t think… i’ve been losing my mind watching you all night.”
you froze as her hands slid down your body, heavy and impatient, pulling your hips back against her. she was squirming, her body practically vibrating with need.
“karina, stop—”
“no, look at me. please,” she begged, her voice dropping into breathless, needy tone you had never heard from her before.
she grabbed your arm, dragging you toward the couch and pulling you down with her. before you could even adjust your seat, karina scrambled into your lap, straddling your thighs. her stage skirt was pushed up, her inner shorts tight against her skin, and her cheeks were flushed a deep, high crimson. her eyes were dark, glossy, completely liquid with raw desire.
she didn’t wait for your permission. karina grabbed your right hand, forcing your palm flat against her thigh, and immediately began to grind her hips down onto it.
“ah... god,” she gasped out loud, her back arching as she rolled her hips against your hand, seeking friction through the thin fabric of her shorts. “touch me. please, please touch me…”
the sudden, desperate weight of her grinding into your hand made your heart hammer violently against your ribs. she was already drenched, the heat radiating off her core so intense you could feel it right through her clothes.
“karina…” you rasped, trying to hold her hips still, but she was relentless, writhing against you with shameless speed, her lips parted as she panted right into your face.
“don’t stop me, don’t hold back,” she whimpered, her fingers knotting messily into your hair, forcing your head back so she could look deep into your eyes. “i’ve been thinking about this all day. every time i was on stage, all i wanted was your hand right here. i want you to ruin me. make me come right now, manager-nim... please.”
she began grinding harder, riding your thigh and your hand at the same time, her breath coming in short, choked hitches. she was so turned on she couldn’t keep her legs still, her thighs shaking against yours as she chased the friction.
“you’re so bad,” you growled softly, your grip on her hip tightening as you finally gave in, pressing your hand firmly up into her clothed pussy to meet her desperate rolling motion.
“nggh!” karina let out a loud, high-pitched whine, her eyes rolling back as she slammed her mouth over yours.
the kiss was messy, hungry, completely unpolished. she tasted like sweet lip gloss and pure, frantic heat, her tongue tangling with yours while her hips worked frantically against your palm. she was practically sobbing into the kiss, completely helpless to the sensory overload, her entire body trembling in your lap.
you reached down with your free hand, hooking your fingers into the edge of her underwear, pulling the wet silk to the side so your bare fingers could press directly against her slick, swollen heat. the moment skin touched skin, karina screamed softly against your lips, her body locking up in a sharp, desperate shock.
“fuck—” she choked out, breaking the kiss, her forehead dropping heavily onto your shoulder as she gasped for air. her hips didn’t slow down for a second, she kept grinding herself directly against your bare fingers, wet and completely slick, using you mercilessly for her own satisfaction. “right there! oh god, right there, don’t move your hand, just let me—”
she was shameless, completely stripped of her idol persona, reduced to a panting, trembling mess in her manager’s lap. she lifted her hips slightly and slammed back down onto your hand, grinding in fast, tight circles, completely chasing her own peak.
you didn’t just let her grind—you started curling two fingers deep up inside her, hitting her sweet spot with every upward thrust while your thumb rubbed her swollen nub.
a loud, shattered cry tore from her throat, her back arching so hard her chest buckled forward. her walls clamped down around your fingers in violent, intense pulses, her core drenching your hand as her orgasm hit her like a freight train.
“a-ah! manager-nim! haah... manager-nim!” she choked out, her voice breaking completely as she rode out the heavy, wracking waves of her climax right in your lap.
she kept grinding weakly against your hand even as she came, unable to stop the instinctive rolling of her hips until the intensity finally forced her to collapse forward against your chest. her heart was hammering wildly against her ribs, her body shaking from head to toe, covered in a light sheen of sweat.
you didn’t give her a second to catch her breath. while karina lay dazed on the leather couch, her chest still heaving in small, shallow hitches, you stepped away just long enough to reach into your duffel bag tucked under the vanity table. the sharp snap of the strap on breaking out of its bag made her eyelids flutter open, her dark eyes tracking your movements with a sudden, wide-eyed jolt of heat.
“manager-nim…” she rasped, her voice completely shot, barely more than a scratchy whisper.
you didn’t answer. you stepped into the strap, pulling them tight around your hips and waist, adjusting the long, sleek shaft attached to the harness until it sat firm and steady. the dark silicone gleamed under the dim vanity lights.
karina swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her dry, bitten lips. her knees twitched together instinctively, but her eyes never left you. she was trembling, terrified and hopelessly turned on all over again.
you walked over to the couch, gripped her bare wrists, and yanked her up to her feet.
“up,” you commanded softly against her ear. “against the wall.”
karina whimpered, but her body obeyed before her mind could even process it. she let you guide her across the room until her front was pressed flat against the cool, dark wood paneling of the dressing room wall. her forehead rested against the smooth surface, her back arched naturally, her hands pressing flat against the wall on either side of her head to support herself.
you stepped right up behind her, your chest flushing flat against her back. you were so close she could feel the heavy, steady thud of your heart beating against her spine.
you reached around her waist, your large, warm hands cupping her breasts over the pushed-down fabric of her lace stage top. you squeezed them firmly, lifting her slightly, feeling how heavy and soft she was in your palms.
“you wanted me to ruin you, jimin,” you whispered into her ear, biting softly down on her earlobe. “so stand still and take it.”
without another second of warning, you lined up the tip of the strap against her slick, swollen pussy. she was so wet from the last orgasm that the synthetic head slid right into her tight warmth with sickening ease. you thrust forward in one hard, deep motion, driving the shaft all the way in until the base slammed against her rear.
“oh, god!”
karina screamed out loud, her back snapping into a sharp, violent arch. her fingers clawed helplessly at the wood paneling, leaving faint marks as her internal muscles clamped down hard around the thick cock inside her.
“shh,” you growled, keeping your arms locked around her waist, pulling her hips back tight against yours so she couldn’t escape a single inch of it. “quiet.”
you didn’t wait for her to adjust. you pulled back nearly all the way out before slamming back in, starting a hard, relentless rhythm that shook her entire frame.
every time your hips collided with her rear, the impact rippled right through her body. with every deep, merciless thrust, her heavy, soft breasts bounced frantically in your hands, spilling over the top of her torn outfit with every thrust.
“fuck—manager-nim! manager-nim!” karina sobbed out, her head rolling back onto your shoulder as she tried to keep her balance. the sight of her in the wall mirror—her face completely flushed crimson.
you looked directly at her reflection in the mirror, watching her tits bounce and shake as you picked up the speed, pounding into her with relentless, terrifying force.
“look at yourself,” you growled low, your thumbs brushing roughly over her sensitive, erect nipples while her chest bounced against your palms. “look at how bad you are for me.”
“i’m bad—i’m so bad—” she whimpered frantically, her thighs shaking so violently she could barely keep herself standing. her body was completely slick, the loud, wet sounds of the strap driving into her filling the tiny, locked room. “it’s too deep... it’s hitting—ooh!—right there!”
you found the sweet spot inside her and started focusing entirely on it, angled up, pulling back and slamming in hard, making her chest bounce aggressively against your hands with every single thrust.
karina completely lost it. her entire body went rigid, her fingers slipping off the wall as her head threw back against your chest, her throat open as a shattered, desperate scream tore out of her. her walls clamped down around your cock in violent, crushing waves, her body convulsing wildly as a third, overwhelming orgasm crashed over her, making her core spill all over your cock between her legs.
you pulled out slowly, the slick sound echoing softly in the warm, heavy room.
you unbuckled the strap, letting it drop to the floor before scooping karina up into your arms. she let out a soft, breathy gasp as you lifted her, her arms instinctively wrapping tight around your neck, her face burying into the side of your throat. her skin was still burning hot, damp with sweat, her pulse hammering wildly against your collarbone.
you carried her over to the leather couch, sitting down first and pulling her directly into your lap.
she curled into you completely, her legs draped over your thighs, her forehead resting right under your jaw. you wrapped your arms securely around her waist, pulling her flush against your chest so she could feel every steady beat of your heart.
your hand slid up to cup the back of her head, your fingers threading through her dark, tangled hair, holding her close. you leaned down, pressing a lingering, quiet kiss into her hair, then down to her temple, taking in the scent of her perfume and warm skin.
karina let out a long, shuddering sigh, her fingers clutching tightly at the fabric of your dress shirt.
“you’re so good to me,” she whispered, her voice low, raspy, and thick with heat.
“i love taking care of you,” you murmured, your thumb gently stroking the smooth skin of her bare waist.
she let out a soft, breathy chuckle against your neck, her lips brushing your skin as she shifted, pressing her hips deeper into your lap. the friction sent a subtle spark right back through both of you, making her breath hitch. she tilted her head up, her dark eyes looking right into yours—heavy, glassy, and completely filled with a dark, intoxicating heat.
then, three sharp knocks shattered the heavy quiet.
“jimin-ah? manager-nim?”
giselle’s bright, cheerful voice called out from the hallway. “security cleared the floor! the van is waiting downstairs, we gotta go.”
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hi. yes, i’m still alive. work has been stealing all of my time lately. can’t help myself series isn’t going anywhere. i’ll be back with an update soon. be patient with me :)
thank you, love. i’m really glad you enjoyed it. i promise i’m trying to feed you all, but i also have a j*b, so updates may be a little slow sometimes <3 bear with me
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yesyes ofc alw remember to take care of urself!!! my finals aren’t for another two weeks so I should be good 🙂↕️🙂↕️ don’t rush yourself as well !!!! 🕊️
