#guessing anon

Seulgi

Seulgi straddles you on her bed, dress bunched around her waist as she rides you with frantic, needy rolls of her hips. Her manager said he needed to use her bathroom and she took you back to her bedroom, unable to hide how badly she wanted you the second you walked in.

You grip her ass, thrusting up hard to match her rhythm. She moans , head thrown back, then freezes when heavy footsteps approach down the hallway.

“Seulgi-ya? You in there? We’re leaving for the schedule in ten! Have you seen the camera man?”

Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t stop, just slows to deep, grinding circles that make you groan under your breath.

“Y-yeah! Just… finishing up something! Almost ready!”

She yells back, very aware that she didn't answer his second question.

You smirk, sliding a hand between you to rub tight circles over her clit. She slaps her palm over her mouth to muffle the whimper.

“You sound weird. Everything okay?”

The doorhandle moves. You see the pure horror in Seulgi's eyes as she realizes she forgot to lock the door.

“I’m fine! Stretching! It’s… intense! Don't come in!”

She bounces faster despite her fear of getting caught, chasing the edge, thighs trembling around you.

“Five minutes or I’m coming in.”

The manager warns and Seulgi exhales shakily, then rides you harder, breasts bouncing under the thin fabric of her dress.

“Fuck, so close..."

You flip her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head, pounding deep and fast. She arches, cuming with a bitten off cry just as the manager knocks again.

She laughs breathlessly after, pulling you down for a messy kiss.

“Next time… I’ll lock it. Maybe.”

She winks, already reaching for the hem of her dress to make herself presentable again.

Wendy

Wendy stands inside her vocal booth, headset on, phone hidden underneath her music sheet. Her teacher drones instructions through the speakers.

"Higher, Wendy. Support from the diaphragm, hit that A5 clean."

But all she thinks about is you. She texted you twenty minutes ago.

"I need you. Now. Quick."

You slip in quietly when he isn't looking. She spreads her legs without a word. You kneel, push her skirt up, and bury your face between her thighs. She bites her lip as your tongue flicks over her clit.

"Relax your throat...breathe."

Wendy inhales sharply as you suck harder. Her voice cracks into a perfect, effortless high note.

"Good! That's it! Keep it going!"

You slide two fingers inside her, curling them. She hits another note, clearer, stronger than ever. Her free hand grips your hair, hips rocking subtly.

"Again, from the top!"

She sings, voice soaring, while you thrust your fingers faster. Your tongue moves relentlessy with perfect rhythm. Her thighs tremble. The note wavers into a soft, hidden moan that blends into vibrato.

She cums suddenly, clenching around your fingers, voice breaking into the highest, purest run she's ever hit.

The teacher praises her.

"Perfect resonance today!"

Wendy exhales shakily, smiling dazedly as you stand, kissing her neck. as her teacher checks the recording.

"Thanks for the... warm up."

She whispers, still flushed. You slip out before the teacher looks up.

Joy

Joy sits on your lap as you sit in the passenger seat of her parked car, phone pressed to her ear, arguing with her boyfriend again.

"No, I told you I'm stuck in traffic."

Your hand is already under her skirt, fingers teasing her through soaked panties. She shoots you a frustrated glare that melts into need.

"Joy? You there?"

"Yeah...bad signal."

She lies, spreading her legs wider. You push her panties aside and slide your cock, wet with her spit from earlier, inside her. She gasps, covering it with a cough. You thrust shallowly, careful not to rock the car too much. Her free hand grips the door handle white knuckled.

"I miss you too."

She says flatly to the phone, but her eyes lock on yours as you go deeper. A whimper escapes. She bites her lip hard.

"You're acting weird. Everything okay?"

"Fine! Just... bumpy road."

She rocks her hips subtly, meeting your thrusts, chasing the pleasure while pretending to listen. You speed up, thumb on her clit. Her voice cracks.

"Gotta go-tunnel!"

She hangs up fast, tossing the phone.

"Fuck him."

She growls, now actively bouncing on your cock. She rides you hard, moaning freely now.

"Only you make me feel this good."

Yeri

Yeri drags you into the back of her van between takes, door barely shut.

"Filming's stressing me out."

She whines, already tugging your belt open after pulling her shorts down just enough to expose her pussy.

"Fix it."

The director's voice crackles over her walkie-talkie.

"Yeri-ssi, five minutes! We need you on set!"

She ignores it, shoving you onto the cushioned bench and climbing on top. Her long hair falls like a curtain as she sinks down onto your cock, sighing in relief.

You grip her hips, thrusting up. She rocks fast, needy, biting her lip to stay quiet.

"Yeri! Where are you?"

"Coming!"

She calls sweetly, voice trembling as you hit deep. She grinds harder, chasing her high, ignoring the schedule.

"Two minutes or we're behind!"

She laughs, leaning down to kiss you.

"They can wait. This is priority."

You flip her under you, pounding her into the bench now. Her nails rake your back. The van rocks slightly. She giggles, then moans as you angle just right. The walkie buzzes again. She slaps it off, focusing on you.

"Harder."

You give it to her, fast and rough until she arches, cuming with a muffled cry against your neck. You finish inside her, you both panting.

She fixes her hair, smirking.

"Stress gone."

Seulgi

"Damn, Seulgi."

You sigh as you lean against the wall.

Seulgi is on her knees, sucking you off.

The two of you ran into each other after the game. She congratulated you, you told her she was amazing.... One thing let to another and here you are now.

You can't help but let your fingers glide through the silk ribbon in her hair as she quickens the pace a little. Seulgi isn't completely quiet, while she gives you your reward. The otherwise empty hallway lets a gag or a moan bounce off its brick walls. You know it's risky, but from the moment Seulgi sank to her knees, you've become almost brain dead. Except for a groan here and there, you can only take what she gives you. You have to endure this pleasurable torture, until Seulgi finally drains you.

Wendy

"What do you think you're doing?"

Wendy's hushed voice and her wide open eyes tell you that you almost caught her doing something, which no one should've seen.

"What? Everyone is gone and you're still not changed. Remember our bet? Ice cream, if I score a goal."

Wendy roles her eyes.

"You know I'm low on cash."

"So? A bet is a bet."

Only now do you notice that Wendy at least started to change. Her panties are lying next to her on the bench. She must have caught you glance, because now she is rolling her eyes.

"This is the last time we're doing this."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't play innocent. Since I'm not paying for ice cream, I'll let you cum on me again. But don't make such a mess like last time."

"Alright, alright."

You watch her take off her top and you walk closer. Wendy gets on her knees and places her hands behind her back, presenting you her nude upper body. You reach into your shorts and start to stroke yourself as you stare at her.

Joy

Joy doesn't seem to care at all. You could tell that she wanted you, after she watched you doing your best for the last hours. And now she doesn't look at anyone but you as she walks into the locker room. Your teammates look at her and you can't blame them. You still can't believe how a woman like her is attracted to someone like you. But she is. Which she is now proving by straddling your lap, while everyone watches.

"I hope you left some strength just for me."

You feel her bare pussy rub against your cock, before she lowers herself onto you. Her skirt hides the action from your teammates, but they all know what is happening, when Joy lets out a deep moan.

You place your hands on her naked waist. Your teammates try to ignore the two of you as Joy slowly begins to ride you. Right there. In the middle of the locker room.

Yeri

You sigh in annoyance. Your whole body hurts. Especially after that last tackle. And yet, Yeri has climbed on top of you and is now taking her sweet time moving up and down on your cock.

"Can't this wait?"

Yeri shakes her head.

"You know I have thing for quarterbacks. Plus, if anyone from my school finds out I'm riding the other team's QB, I'm dead."

"I get that, but-"

"Shut up and put your tongue in my mouth."