no but oh to be yangyang's pretty little girl... yeah. during any break between our schedules we find a day, or more accurately night, when we two can meet up, as most couples do, right? and not wanting to spend every evening watching yangie play lol in his apartment... he comes up with a lovely date idea.

and worry not, he takes care of everything! the day before he spends hours looking for the perfect place — secluded, quiet, accessible only for the upper class, just so we can spend time without glancing around every two seconds. he takes this soo seriously because it's basically our first time going out together! :( this cutie... as always he picks me up from my group's dorm in his lamborghini urus, wearing a black jacket and a way too big tee of one of his favorite brands underneath. nothing much fancy, yet effortlessly attractive.

“dress up nicely for me” he would text while i was busy applying my lip combo. “i'll keep you close.” so a classic, tight mini dress would just do the job right! ☺️

don't you know yangyang? he orders and pays for everything, and i don't get a say. coming from a wealthy family, he was always more than glad to sponsor any of the needs and expenses, no matter how much times i would insist that i brought my wallet too, but no — it was his idea after all, wasn't it?

he would be lazily ranting about his day with that charming grin of his — what show he's into recently, how coco woke him up meowing into his ear mercilessly or how are ten's hyung preparations for his comeback going. my mind, however, would be elsewhere, lost in him. his unfocused gaze, occasionally looking at me with longing, his soft lips, that damn chrome hearts chain on his neck. everything. even the fruit cocktail he shared with me didn't help my thirst much — on the contrary, seeing him drunk and leaning back in a seat, breathing heavily after the meal would just make me want him more, so!

“you... you haven't been really listening, have you? i guess one sip from my drink was already enough.” he laughed and shook his head fondly.

“huh... no, no, it's just strong...”

after comfortably silent ride home in a taxi, yangyang collapses into the bed, too exhausted to even change into his pajamas. “aww, yang... long day, huh?” he nodded weakly, laying his head in my lap while i gently combed and played with his hair, the soothing sensation making him sleepier with every second.

what's funny though, we both knew what would eventually come. he just wanted a little reward for every time he would spoil his princess! <3 and he was so hard through the entire day 🙁 he shifted his body and pulled me along with him so i was sitting directly on his covered by baggy jeans cock, feeling it twitching and pressing against the bottom part of my dress, helplessy asking for the entrance.

but we were too tired for all this.

“mmmh... yes, like that... please, baby.” he whined in voice broken with desire when my fingers moved along his crotch, with utter precision and tenderness stroking and touching all the most sensitive veins.

i leaned forward and kept covering his face with loving kisses as he was just about to come, gripping my waist tightly so i couldn't let go for a second. “yangie... are you done, sweetie?” i whispered in his ear as i moved my hand down, only to feel the damp spot. yup. he did make a mess indeed, but who would care right now? he was being too clingy and excited for the date. 😣

“y-yeah, uh... thanks...?” he threw his face into a pillow and giggled embarrassed, soon dozing off peacefully to the sounds of my beating heart against his chest 💕 and i was always there for him to comply with his wishes. just his girl.

that day we were to perform at a festival, specifically kcon, nothing out of the ordinary, right. but there was a little reason why i particularly looked forward to the show, or honestly, the sequence of it. just a tiny detail that made the whole thing more exciting. sighs — everyone knows what you’re about to say anyway. i was to see my yangyang again.

when we entered the stage, lights flashed in everyone’s eyes and i think yangyang was already gone by now, practicing his little mc speech for the night. it actually was his first time seizing this opportunity and he wanted to do his best, as he always was, being even a bit too hard on himself about this simple task.

i looked over at the audience, waving lightsticks and welcoming us — i believe some could faint from the amount of people and the hot atmosphere, but we were used to this. not like i found it normal either though, the concept of being famous and known, nauseating whatsoever.

we greeted the fans and made some cutesy poses, elevated by wearing that outfit — lace corset top, the tiniest puffy skirt you could find, and lots of jpop like accessories — ribbons, frills, fur leg warmers, rhinestones. everything angelic white with metallic touches of the jewelry and glitter lining. and how to dance in all that, you could ask. it looked cuter.

after a while of goofing around and doing some random dances, during half of which i just stood there prettily pretending to know the choreography, i noticed the growing commotion of the idols in the venue around us. probably some group photo time no one cared about. we ran over to the other end of the stage, making space for other groups, and wayv.

i found yangie in the crowd easily, like i was bound to him. and there he was, looking breathtaking as ever. just how handsome he was, how his dark hair complimented his honey-coloured skin, how ridiculously good his body looked in the outfit. he smiled at me politely for a brief moment, as if we were nothing more than people in the same industry. but i knew he wanted more, we both wanted more, just not yet.

he quickly turned away to not cause a scene and whispered something to standing nearby hendery, either the sweetest or naughtiest comment about me. but he always knew all too well how he pushed me to the edge, doing basically nothing, and how obsessed i was for him, even if i couldn't show it, he knew it. the way my knees would always weaken around him and my lips unable to not form into the warmest smile. damn him.

seeing him among fellow idols felt like in some romance drama, the story my destiny has written for me. sometimes things really align perfectly, huh. we were led backstage by the staff, as the first performances started and we were set to be the last for the day's show. i sat back on the couch in the waiting room with my members, absentmindedly watching ‘drama’ by aespa on the tv hung up on the wall. my mind was too filled with the lingering memory of the eye contact to even focus on anything else. suddenly, i felt my phone buzzing when i saw the notification, and from no one other than my one and only.

🐑💬 . . . “heyyyy”

🐑💬 . . . “i’m getting bored”

🐑💬 . . . “and missing you”

🐑💬 . . . “just hang on til wayv perform okay?”

🐑💬 . . . “and watch closely, i have something for u and just for u”

so i replied.

“hi u look gorgeous btw”

“i want to see u though . . .”

we kept texting the usual sweet nothings, until he was called to start preparing for their performance. until i was watching him on the screen absolutely mesmerized, with his hair styled on the side, shirt with only one sleeve, in his idol mode. then he did that — during ‘poppin' love’ when the camera panned close to him, yangyang smirked and winked in his usual seductive manner whenever on the stage. maybe it wasn't all he had for me in the store for that day?

but, fuck, the way he touched himself, the way his arm muscles twitched with his every movement, the way he bit his lip and his perfect face broke into that charming smile, as he knew all too well he had me all worked up in that tiny room. i literally had to look down in embarrassment and return to practicing my own dancing with a loserish grin. i could already hear my group members’ teasing and giggles, as if this would help my mental and physical state in any way. i was getting dizzy at the thought of having to perform myself later on as well.

and after wayv’s stage ended, a new message, of course.

🐑💬 . . . “i’m in some room number eleven”

🐑💬 . . . “idk u gotta find out where's that”

🐑💬 . . . “but hurry up please??”

“omw”

with a heavy sigh, i excused myself to the toilet, though everyone else present was most likely to know the real intentions, but well. after few minutes of nervously pacing around the back stage of the venue and bowing down to the oblivious staff members passing by, i found the eleven written on the door and entered the seemingly a storage room, already all shaky, and needy for him.

“ohh, there we are.” murmured in his sing-song voice yangyang and rushed up to hug me tightly, not even his sweat could stop me from practically melting into his body to feel more at peace. we haven’t seen each other at events often, not at all until then honestly, so it was a new, thrilling yet scary experience. way too risky to let yourself spend such intimate time with your lover, yet too tempting when he was looking just like that.

he quickly locked the door with the key, and i didn’t have the mind to question anything further, his presence itself overwhelming me. “i missed you, baobei.” he nuzzled his face into my hair and we stayed like that for a while. he held me by the waist to carefully pull us down on the small couch in the corner and make me straddle his legs and sit on his lap. i wanted to keep it nice and innocent at first, but i knew he has been way too horny recently to miss out on the opportunity. there was just no way out of this.

“my gorgeous boy…you were amazing, truly. you always do this great, even if you worry too much. i love you.” i was whispering my gentle words of praise into his forehead as i kissed him and ran my hand through his hair. he was still panting and visibly getting harder by every minute now so he only nodded and looked at me kindly. but he couldn't let himself cum just from that. “you look like a doll, you know? so beautiful… makes me wanna do things to you.”

soon enough i felt his bulge pressing between my thighs as he got a little more comfortable, not being able to control himself anymore. “y-yangie, fuck, here…? i have yet to…-”

he put his finger on my lip gloss coated lips and spoke in calm, composed tone as if he had it all planned beforehand. “no, baby, it's alright, trust me, we are safe here, yeah?” and he always had his way to convince me. “just have to keep quiet, alright? please.”

with that he lightly pushed me off him so i was laying on my back, looking up at him with shiny eyes, while he got up, unzipped his pants and tugged them down along with his boxers to reveal his thick, stiffened cock, all pulsating and ready to make a mess inside of me. we had to rush for sure, so not wasting his time yangyang offered generous help. “don’t be scared, love, i’ll do it for you.” he whispered and lifted up my skirt, pulling both my safety shorts and panties aside and immediately shoved his length inside my already soaked, throbbing cunt.

“fuck, you all wet like this just from seeing me, huh?”, he chuckled in amusement and settled into my entrance, pressing his whole weight against my body, while my hands rested on the back of his head, gently stroking his hair. “my poor little thing… just wanna make you feel good.” no foreplay, no preparation, no nothing. and he had to stretch me quickly, because despite his pretty face and sweet ways, he was not the one to play with in bed, or on this couch. that was actually the most attractive of him.

“p-please… don’t make me moan… yan-”, was the only thing i managed to yelp, before i could feel him dragging his shaft all along my walls, deep down in my stomach, but not like he could help his size, right?

“well…, not like i even have to try on my own, so you just gotta behave yourself, pretty girl.”

getting needier by every second, yangyang quickened his pace, slamming his dick against my swollen clit, until i couldn't hold it back anymore. i knew better for my own good that i should've stayed silent but, god, it was quite literally impossible to not let out a sound when he was doing wonders to my femininity.

“too deep, yang, i c-can’t… nnghh!” i cried out, burying my face in his neck. “shhh, baby i have told you- fuckkk”, he groaned and covered my mouth with his hand, still in the gloves from his stage outfit, so that my little whines and whimpers were, or he hoped so, barely audible. “mmphm… but… yangie…!” i dug my nails with white stars and bows on them into his clothed back, hoping it didn't cause too much pain. “just take me like the good girl you are, will you?” and an affectionate kiss on the forehead for mental support.

i was squirming beneath his touch, with my breast practically slipping out of the tight top, but yangyang didn't care about it in the first place now. all he needed was to cum. he thrusted in and out of me, panting heavily and brushing away his hair, with all the accumulated sex drive from the performance, kissing me lazily over my face as i felt myself clenching around his cock to the point i had to slightly free myself from his grip and gasp for air. i was so fucked out i could just blankly stare at his glistening with sweat bicep and try not to drool on his palm. “don’t do this, sweetie. look up at me.”

he leaned down to capture our lips in a desperate, sloppy kiss, just to have me focus on anything else than moaning into his hand. i wrapped my legs around his waist, riding up his crop top to reveal his hardened abs. i knew i needed a night with him in more comfortable circumstances, after all.

“i’m close, cumming inside you” he simply informed, not wanting to stain my outfit of course, but all i could comprehend were the squelching sounds of his slamming, this time a little too loud for my liking. “...alright? gotta use your words, jagiya.” he squeezed my thigh tighter, to get a reaction. “yes… please, yangyang… inside.”

and it was all he needed to know. “going to have you all filled up and warm” he said in his usual soft voice one last time, before his seed spilled all inside of my tightening walls and he pulled out of my pussy, with cum dripping all over his tip.

“ooh fuck, this was, well”, he ran his hand through his disheveled hair and quickly regained his composure, stuffing his softened dick inside his boxers, and helping me with adjusting my own outfit. it has been a while — about half an hour, so he had to reduce his normally long and tender aftercare to just a few kisses.

“you sure you're alright? you look dizzy, baby, don't want you to pass out on stage.” he started, his tone laced with a bit of concern. yangyang handed me a random bottle of water, holding it for me as i drank and was getting myself back to the reality. just like the caring boyfriend he was. “it’s okay, i just… i don't want to leave you. i’ll miss you, yangyangie.” i pouted and his features softened, him hugging me close for the last time.

“i’ll see you soon, don’t worry about it, alright? we are starting recordings soon, but for a few next days i’m free, if you are too.” i nodded and kept caressing his bare skin and kissing him all over his perfect features, until it got him all giggly and i had to leave for my performance. “you're my angel… take care, sweetheart. i’m with you, always.”

that's all that was left to him by his baby — lingering feeling of soft touch on his skin, most loving of the words, and his needs fulfilled, at least for now. and when he was just walking down the hall to get out of this damn place, he suddenly heard his name being shouted. hendery. the older man rushed over to yangyang and almost crashed into him, announcing with stupid excitement.

“yo, had fun with your girl? we have been looking for you, two boys wanted to do a tiktok with us. come on, you must have some spare energy, huh?” he teased shamelessly and not waiting for the maknae’s reply dragged him along outside to the said two boys — exactly riwoo and leehan of boynextdoor. they bowed down politely and greeted the wayv members but couldn't hide their giggles.

“uh… what’s so funny, guys?” asked yangyang, the sudden realization of what people could have heard from his encounter hitting him now, but he tried his best to keep an oblivious attitude. “oh, yangyang-nim haven't heard any… wet sounds…?” riwoo burst into laughter, while leehan just quietly chuckled under his breath. liu felt his palms sweating, when suddenly hendery interrupted and nudged his shoulder, a little too hard.

“ah, i guess some staff members were just feeling themselves, it’s quite hot in here, many people… needed to unwind.” yangyang only nodded and played along, but inside he felt like he could die from embarrassment. younger idols looked at each other smirking knowingly, but not pushing the topic further, they all filmed a trending dance challenge and bid farewell.

“you're not a vibe, bro. you weren't exactly subtle, you know.”

“go fuck yourself, at least i’m not gooning to anime figurines like you.”