Jieun reveals her insecurities about sharing Seungdae. Dahyun slowly embraces her desires, unveiling a side of her that only a few people have seen.
As expected, after enjoying a meal with Jieun and relaxing a bit, things got physical.
As planned, it wasn't until then that he undressed in front of her. This immediately triggered her concern for the amount of scars he had on his body, mainly on his back. Unlike his first time with Momo, this time the scratches were all over his back, particularly where his ribs ended.
As he imagined, once she remembered that those marks were caused by another woman unable to control the pleasure he provoked in her, Jieun's possessive side took over her. The small woman pressed her hand firmly on his stomach and pulled him with her arm for a fierce kiss as she took him to her bed.
Ever since Seungdae came back from military service, Jieun had never been afraid of taking the lead whenever they had sex. But there was always a difference between that and her way of reclaiming him as hers. Whenever that happened, she let her more animalistic side dominate her, and in consequence, him.
She would be the one riding him with her feet on his sides, loudly slapping her ass against his crotch while her greedy cunt engulfed his whole cock. Her nails would pierce the skin of his chest so that she could have the support needed, leaving a new set of marks on him.
It hurt, yes, even despite her small fingers and her always-trimmed nails, but having her tits in full view, violently bouncing because her own lust had taken over her, was something he was always glad to see. Even more so when her whole body was determined to drain him inside of her.
Her small, slim frame was now reaching her goal. She felt him twitch inside her pussy. "Yes, please! Cum inside your favorite cunt," she grunted, showing her teeth. "Show me how much you love this pussy," she demanded, reaching for his nape to pull him for a lustful kiss where she purposefully bit his lower lip while he filled the entrance of her cervix with his sperm.
It wasn't until his climax ended that she slowed her rhythm. "Thank you," she panted with a smile, still moving her hips and clenching her walls on top of him.
"My pleasure," he chuckled.
"You can keep going, right?" She asked, feeling her thighs tremble.
He also noticed it. It was uncommon for her to do that level of cardio, so it was something he was expecting. He grabbed Jieun's back and thigh and quickly turned on the bed, pinning her down and making her yelp. "Like this?" He smirked at her, loving the way her desire emanated from her face.
She shook her head, laughing while she bit her lips. "Just like that," her legs locked behind his ass, pushing him deeper inside her pussy. "Now fuck me hard until you fill me again," her small hands held his face for another passionate kiss as he started pounding into her frail body.
His left arm held her tightly against his chest, and his right hand firmly gripped her ass. His thrusts went as deep as he could, assisted by her ankles pushing him back inside her while her lips melted on his.
The previous round had already pushed Jieun to the edge of her own orgasm. She knew that just by letting him fuck her as violently as he wanted, she would reach it. All she needed was to surrender herself to the man she loved. One of her favorite things to do.
Soon enough, she could feel her climax arriving. "Don't stop," she begged him. "Please don't stop!" She whimpered in his lips. Her fingers crawled through his body. Her left hand took a firm grip of the back of his neck, while her right arm hooked itself around his back.
As he feared, just when he was balls deep inside of her, her orgasm struck. Her nails pierced through his skin as her whole body gripped onto him.
Her whole existence seemed to want to merge with him into one being. Her arms pulled him closer to her. Her legs fought against his hips with all her might to push him back into her cunt. Her walls tightened around his shaft so tightly that he felt she could rip his cock just to keep it inside of her. Her mouth could not get enough of his lips. She bit him only to keep him longer while she cried loudly, thanks to him.
That was just the first instant of her climax, and, even with the pain, he loved it. He held on to her, fucking her roughly throughout her orgasm. Her hands moved throughout his back, unable to maintain her grip for longer than a second.
The harder he pounded, the more her nails dug into him, prolonging her orgasm until her whole body convulsed strongly while her pussy shot a series of squirts at every thrust he made.
Just as she requested, he didn't stop. The way her insides clenched onto him had brought him to the edge of his own orgasm. He held her tightly, pounding into her pussy with enough strength to make the quick clapping of their bodies as loud as her cries in the room until his seed flooded her cunt again, shooting thick spurts of semen against her cervix.
Silence took over the room, broken only by their labored breathing. Both of them were trembling in each other's embrace, feeling their heartbeats through their chests.
Jieun locked eyes with him, holding his cheek. "I-I love you so much," she managed to say between her spasms, blushing brightly not only for all the blood running through her body, but because of the words she spoke.
"I love you, too," he laughed, still shaking over her. "You can't even imagine," he scoffed, running his thumb through her cheek, kissing her gently this time before both hugged as tightly as they could.
"Seungdae," she called, deeply inhaling his scent. One of those times where she did so slowly to register every bit of him into her brain. "Can you turn us over? You're crushing me." She giggled after she was sure his aroma was engraved in her memory.
He moved a couple of pillows to his side, at the height of his upper back, and, carefully, rolled over them, keeping his shaft secured in her walls and her face close to him thanks to the pillows. She let her arms rest on his chest, serving as a level for her chin to rest on, allowing her to have a clear, full view of his face.
"Was it too much?" She asked shyly. Her eyebrows showed her worry.
"What do you mean?" He tilted his head, smiling at her. She simply moved her little fingers as claws, pursing her lips into a thin line while she waited for a response.
He scoffed, moving his hand to her hair to play with it. "You could tear me to pieces, and I would love every single moment of it."
She blushed, knowing those words had a lot more meaning and weight than he even realized. "I mean it! Does it hurt?"
"Not a bit. Maybe later, when we take a shower."
"I'll clean your back carefully, I promise!" Her whole face was now fully displaying her worry.
"I don't doubt it," he smiled at her, moving his fingers to her cheek. "What's the matter?"
"I think Jongsuk was right…" She pouted, looking down without hiding her face.
"About what?"
"As much as you can manage every time I sleep with other people…" She took a deep breath just to gather the courage to go on. "I'm still learning to deal with the fact that you are now fucking others. And not just any others, like your exes," her eyes rolled, and he could not help but laugh. "You know what I mean! Now you're fucking these talented, gorgeous, beautiful, voluptuous women…"
"Jin, for you, I could stop at any moment…"
"No!" She interrupted him. "You've let me explore literally anything I wanted to the point I have you and Jongsuk. You also deserve that."
"Slowing down is also an option if…"
"Seungdae," she shushed him, placing her delicate index on his lips. "Let's see if you get it this way," she held his face with both hands, looking him directly in the eyes. "After only God knows how many dicks, you know, I always come back to you begging you to make me yours," she clenched her walls around his semihard shaft, reinserting it whole.
He scoffed, nodding lightly, remembering every time she asked him to help her wash herself after her servicing sessions or sponsor events, just to make love with him until they fell asleep, ensuring the last dick or load in her body was his.
"I just need to know that no matter who you fuck, who you wake up next to, who makes your heart flutter… You'll still come back to me, and you'll keep loving me," she pouted with vulnerable eyes.
"My dear," he smiled tenderly at her. "The only thing that would stop me from coming back to you would be death itself," he scoffed.
"Don't say that!" She tapped his mouth with her fingers, eyes frightened with just the idea of losing him like that.
"Sorry," he held her hand and kissed her digits. "But you know what I mean. And not even death could stop me from loving you."
"Yes, fine. But don't say it!"
"Okay," he hugged her tightly in his embrace, and she did the same, clinging her whole existence to him. "And if you're going to get this wild after I come back with a few scratches," he whispered in her ear, "I may come back faster," he teased her.
She sighed, annoyed at him for ruining the moment. "Just like every single time you know another man fucked me," she broke the hug, half standing with her arms and pressing her pussy on his cock. "How you always come to me and make sure to fill my pussy to the brim, making me yours again," she clenched her cunt tightly around his cock, feeling him hardening inside of her. "I don't know about you, but I love the way you fuck me when that happens," she smirked at him, blushing.
"I guess I just want to reclaim my princess," he grabbed her firmly by the waist, pulling her for a soft kiss.
After a more delicate session of lovemaking, both showered and got dressed to pack a few things and move them to Jieun's new house while they talked about their plans for the week.
Seungdae knew that taking a few things at a time, only once a week, if they were lucky, would take them forever. But she was not in a rush, and she needed time to separate herself from a place filled with good memories.
"So who's going to be the next lucky lady to taste you?" Jieun smirked at him on the way to her new place, with only two small boxes filled with books in the trunk.
"Dahyun," he pursed his lips, nodding as he drove.
"Dahyun? Kim Dahyun?" She frowned, and he nodded slowly. "She hasn't said anything before, has she?"
"Nope. I think she blushed a bit after our eyes met once. But it was right after they all saw me with Jihyo."
"Did she say anything else? Like, tease you or something?"
"Just time and place. Sana warned me to be nice to her. Very emphatically."
"You'd better behave then, if you don't want two new sets of scratches on your back," she stared at him, pursing her lips and opening her eyes as big as she could.
"What?" He frowned at her with a confused smile, glancing at her before getting his eyes back on the road.
"If anyone leaves any mark on you, I'll leave my own, and I will make them last longer. I thought that was already clear," she leaned onto him with a subtle grin.
He smirked at her after parking in a red light, making her chuckle. "It is now," he told her, both scrunching their noses before a soft peck on the lips.
Wednesday arrived, work was over, and Seungdae got ready to go see Dahyun. The address she sent him was the same apartment complex where he first fucked Momo, but a different apartment, so he safely deduced the encounter would be purely casual. Transactional.
Upon arriving, he sighed at Dahyun's request, and he knocked on the door at the rhythm of Knock Knock. He waited for a couple of seconds before Dahyun opened the door just a bit, looming enough to see her curious eyes and a fraction of her nervous smile.
"Did you order a plumber?" He asked, trying to make her laugh to make her feel more comfortable.
She chuckled. "Come in," she whispered, opening the door for him just to lock it as soon as he stepped in. "Did you have any trouble getting here?"
"Not really. I know this building thanks to Momo. This is where we… You know." He took off his shoes, checking her out. Her hair was loose, falling freely around her shoulders. She wore a loose, gray sweatshirt that was clearly two sizes bigger than her, hiding her curves. Her lower half was only covered by some loose white shorts and a pair of socks, which let him appreciate her white thighs.
"Right, right, I should have remembered that," she smiled awkwardly, walking to the kitchen. "Do you want some water or anything?"
"Yeah, some water would be fine," he stepped into the place. The same arrangement as that time. 'Is every apartment here like this?' He wondered, seeing only minute differences in the furniture.
When Dahyun handed him the glass of water, she avoided any eye contact. He drank for a bit, trying not to look at her to add any pressure. "Do you want to sit?"
"Yes, please!" She nodded quickly, and both walked to the couch. Once seated, her face remained still, but her eyes went back and forth between him and whatever she had in front of her.
"Dahyun?" Seungdae asked with a concerned tone.
"Yes?" She turned to him, smiling more as a reflex than anything else.
"I know you girls call me to… Well, fuck," he began, as calm as he could, noticing a blush in her cheeks as the reason for their meeting was brought up. "But if you don't want to do anything, I can go," his tone was wary, but it made her eyes widen. "You don't even have to worry about the pay or anything," he added with a gentle smile.
"No, no," she raised her hands, signaling him to wait, then she took a deep breath. "I want…" She had to look in front of her just to continue. "I do want your services. I just… I've never requested someone like you before."
"I thought so," he held his chuckle, catching her attention. "Sorry if this comes the wrong way, but you don't seem the kind of girl who would booty-call a stranger." His words made her blush and smile. "Speaking of that. What made you request this?"
"So… I spent my birthday with Sana, and she could not stop talking about what she'd do with you and Momo." She looked at him as if she had admitted to being the accomplice of a crime. "I don't think you noticed, but she sent me a few videos while she was with you two, and I just felt like I needed to try it myself. But now I don't know how to… Start."
He tried to hide his smile. Indeed, he was too busy enjoying his time with them that he never even noticed when Sana had her phone in her hand. "It's okay, we can go as slow as you want."
"Thank you," she smiled in relief. "But, how do you usually start?" She pursed her lips, looking back at him again.
"Well, it's not like I have much experience doing this either." Silence. She frowned at his words. "Servicing, I mean. It's been only a month since I signed," he explained, trying to keep a chill tone. "Momo jumped on top of me, Jihyo told me what to do, Tzuyu and I talked for a bit before anything, kind of like Nayeon, but she added alcohol. Sana…"
"She tricked you, I know. She does that," Dahyun scoffed, closing her eyes and nodding, trying to hide her smile. When she opened her eyes, she saw his face with a surprised expression. "She's been using her tricks with me for years," she tilted her head, and her hand delicately touched his knee. "We share that pain."
He could not help but chuckle at her serious tone. "Have you and her…?"
Calmly, and with her eyes closed, she nodded, keeping her hand on his knee. "She was the first woman to ever touch me like that."
Seungdae could tell she was getting more comfortable. Her demeanor was now more of a theatrical calmness, holding a laugh behind her face. "Poor you, having to endure such an experience," he played along.
"I know," she took her hand to her chest, paying the victim.
"Have you been tricked by any other member?" He asked, touching her fingers as delicately as he could.
Her eyes opened at the question, pursing her lips. "Only Momo and Chaeyoung," she admitted.
"No Tzuyu?" He inquired without thinking about it.
Her eyes widened. "No, no, no, no," Dahyun replied, getting close to him with her hands near her chest. "I was tricked… No, cornered, that time. Wait, what did she tell you?"
"Only that she doesn't really count that as sleeping with you. She didn't explain anything else." He tilted his head, trying to calm her down with his face.
"Okay, fine. What she said. So… Now what?"
"I can take the lead if you want. It's fine." She nodded excitedly at his offer. He got close to her, carefully taking her chin with her index finger, locking eyes with her. "Tell me if you want me to stop at any moment."
He leaned forward, closing his eyes slowly, feeling her nervous breathing. Just before their lips touched, she shook her head.
"No, no, nope," Dahyun turned away quickly, taking and letting go of his hands repeatedly. "Sorry. No kissing."
He chuckled. "It's fine, don't worry." He looked at her face. She was conflicted. "Is it just the lips or just no kissing at all?"
"Just the lips, sorry," she grabbed his fingers tightly with her left hand, expecting him to understand.
"Don't be sorry. No lips, that's alright," he smiled at her. "Cheeks and neck are okay?" He asked, holding her face delicately and slowly moving her head to her right.
"Yes…" She confirmed, biting her lips as soon as she felt his lips on her cheek. Her left fist clenched when his breath reached her neck, and her right hand eagerly grabbed his nape.
Her fair skin was incredibly soft to the touch. He could tell she wanted more, but she also wanted to go slow, so he teased her a bit. His lips went slightly up, reaching right below her ear, making her moan involuntarily.
She quickly contorted her neck, pushing him away and sinking into the couch's armrest. "Sorry, I'm not used to men making me feel that."
"Not used to men?" He grinned at her, leaning towards her. She simply stretched her neck, letting him continue.
"Mmhm," her left hand grabbed his nape while her right arm hooked around his back, wishing him to continue. "They just do what they want and go," Dahyun added, holding her cooing.
"Well," he confidently placed his hand around her wide hips, "I am here to do whatever you want," he whispered between kisses, sliding his hand under her shirt. "All you have to do… Is ask."
Her slim fingers ran through his scalp at the same pace as his hand under her blouse. "Undress," she requested abruptly, just before his fingers reached her boob.
"On it," he smirked, tracing a path of kisses from her neck to her soft cheek. The man stood up, admiring her silhouette as she rubbed her thighs against each other, pronouncing her hips even more.
Seungdae took off his shirt fairly quickly, then he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Dahyun's lips were pursed, trying to hide her desire. He let his pants fall, revealing his semihard bulge, widening her eyes as she sat on the couch, now with a slightly open mouth. He stepped out of his pants and took one step closer. "Should I continue?"
Dahyun shook her head quickly, standing up and walking towards him. Her eyes went up from his crotch to his torso. The lines across his chest caught her attention. Her fingers carefully traced the scars on his skin. 'Those are not from Sana or Momo,' she thought. "Does it hurt?" She asked, looking up to his eyes, feeling intimidated by his height.
"Not anymore," he replied with a smile.
She walked behind him, gasping at the incredible amount of scratches he had on his back. Both hands touched his skin, noticing a clear difference in the size and shape of the scratches made by Sana and someone else. "A-are you okay with this?" She inquired, afraid her touch could accidentally tear a half-healed scar.
"I guess so," he scoffed with a smile she could not see. "I had an idea what I was getting myself into with Sana."
"And your friend?" She pondered, head looming behind his right arm.
The man chuckled. "That was a deliberate movement from my part," he admitted proudly as she stood in front of him again.
"You must be really crazy then…" She murmured to herself, not trying to hide it from him. Her eyes focused on his bulge again. "Can I?" She asked while her fingers gently touched the hem of his trunks, this time with no shame, just curiosity.
"Hm, sure," he shrugged, seeing how she knelt.
Her eyes didn't blink in anticipation. She held his underwear firmly, glancing at his eyes for approval. Her fingers shook lightly while she inhaled deeply. Then, she pulled his last piece of clothing down, releasing his cock in front of her face.
Her hand reached for his manhood, stopping just a couple of centimeters away. "Is it okay?" She asked, looking up to him.
"Of course," he smiled kindly, clenching his dick to make it move just a bit. Her eyebrows rose in surprise.
The small woman held his cock with her right hand, clenching her fingers around his base. She seemed to be weighing it, moving it up and down. Then she added her left hand, cupping the underside of its tip. "Whoa," she exclaimed, getting closer to his shaft when her way of playing with it inevitably carried more blood to his dick, fully hardening it as she slapped it against her palm.
The sight for him was endearing in a way. It reminded him of the way Jieun first played with his dick sixteen years ago. "I'm guessing you've never had one this size," he inquired.
Dahyun looked up, getting out of her trance. "Huh? No, not even foreigners," she admitted, stroking him slowly to see his foreskin moving at the tip of his dick.
"You've been with foreigners?" He asked, surprised, with no filter. He didn't expect someone with that level of curiosity over a penis would have that kind of experience.
She sighed. "Yeah," she admitted. "Michael Kors ambassador!" She announced loudly, posing with his dick as a mic, making him laugh. She was happy to see him react that way, but she knew he was curious for more information on that. She sighed again, this time with a smile, stroking his cock mechanically. "Part of the deal with them is a nyotaimori experience before I lie on the table and they fuck me," she pursed her lips, clearly unamused by the idea.
"Nyotaimori?"
"Oh, when you serve sushi on naked people?" She nodded. His eyebrows raised in surprise, telling her he knew what she was talking about. "Fortunately, it's always the same small group of people every time. But no one your size," she smirked, tilting her head while she wiggled his cock up and down until she hit her eye with an uncalculated movement.
"Are you okay?" He asked, looking at her puzzled, blinking face.
"This thing is really heavy," Dahyun scoffed, moving one of her hands to his sack. "Have you ever hurt someone with it? Like…" She did a slapping motion with his dick, stopping right before hitting herself, and feeling his balls on her fingers.
"Not on purpose," he smiled, looking to the side, remembering the past. "But accidents have happ… Okay," he exhaled happily, feeling her mouth around his left testicle. He looked down at her, seeing her eyes smiling while her tongue swirled around his scrotum.
"Sorry," she released it. "Should I have asked first?" Her tiny hand gripped tighter around his cock.
"Don't worry, it's fine. It was just… Unexpected."
She scoffed shyly with a smile. "I just wanted a taste of what the other members have gotten." Her hand began massaging his balls, using her saliva to smooth the process. "Is it okay if I…?" She looked at the tip of his cock and his eyes repeatedly. The man simply nodded with a smile.
Dahyun took all of her hair and put it behind her shoulders. She held his manhood firmly and looked straight at the slit of his glans. She pursed her lips, stroking him slowly while she kept playing with his sack. Her mouth opened, and she captured the mushroom-shaped tip.
Her tongue immediately played with this fenilum while her whole mouth sucked on him. A drastic change from the other members with more experience, but no less pleasurable for that. The slow, short bobs were filled with care and intention.
After a solid minute, she stopped, letting all the saliva she had made fall in her hands to spread it through his shaft with both hands. "Whoa, I'll need three hands to cover most of this," she exclaimed.
"Do you think you can take it all?" His question was true curiosity. The other members seemed determined to take it whole, one way or the other, so he simply smiled at her, taking a strand of hair off her face.
"I've never taken anything over six inches," she shook her head, now more aware of Seungdae's length and girth in her small hands. "Like, I have never tried it."
"Not even with Sana?" He inquired, remembering the size of the strap-on used over the weekend.
"No, she's always used a five or six-inch dildo," she admitted, trying to measure that length on his manhood. "I don't know if I can take you anywhere," she smiled awkwardly.
"You don't have to please me. I'm here to please you," he caressed her incredibly silky hair. "There are other ways I can find to make you feel good."
She looked at his eyes. His words seemed genuine. After all, every member who had already been with him has spoken wonders of him as a person, not only as a good dick to fuck. Her hands slid quickly from the tip of his dick all the way to its base. "I want to try it," she nodded once with a determined voice.
"Like, down your throat?"
"Yes," she smiled kindly. "Nayeon unnie has told me to make it all slippery. Do you think this is enough?" Her fingers wiggled at the base of his manhood.
"It can be. But if you want to actually try it, you'll have to drool more. It's best to let it fall on your hands and use it."
She took a second to process it. "Let me take this off." She stood up and quickly removed her sweatshirt, the thin blouse she had underneath, and her loose shorts, revealing a modest white bra that hugged her breasts and a pair of gray panties with a small pink ribbon right in the middle of the hem.
As soon as she realized her body was exposed, she blushed, but she continued. Her hands reached to her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall. Then, she took the hem of her panties and slid them down her legs, revealing a wet stain in them while she took off her socks.
Dahyun stood straight in front of Seungdae. She pursed her lips, trying to control her shame as she rubbed her thighs against each other, holding her fingers right in front of her pussy.
He admired her naked form. Her tits were small, but perky, with clear, almost ghostly nipples that matched her pale skin. Her waist looked tiny compared with her child-bearing hips that hid a little, trimmed bush between her legs. The way her dark hair fell, covering one of her nipples and contrasting with her fair skin, made him feel like he was seeing a muse.
She laughed shyly when she noticed his cock throbbing at the sight of her. "I guess you like what you see."
"A lot," he smirked. 'If there's a god, please let me see these hips next to Tzuyu's at some point,' he thought, imagining their wide hips next to each other, and the contrast between their skin tones.
"Do you want to go to the bedroom?" She asked, pointing to it. "It may be more comfortable for us than the couch."
He nodded, and they went inside, taking their clothes with them. She locked the door, shrugging as if to say, 'Just in case.' Once inside, she signaled him to lie down, and he followed along. Dahyun crawled towards him as he opened his legs to give her space.
"It got a bit dry," she noticed, delicately holding his shaft with both hands. She bowed to take his cock in her mouth, raising her ass in the air as she licked his tip.
The view of her wide ass looming behind her head was amazing. She proved herself this time. Her wrists twisted as they went up and down his dick, and her lips were opened around his girth just enough to let her drool fall, but closed enough to keep all her warmth.
"That feels great," he exclaimed, causing her to giggle a bit, but also to take a bit more of him in her mouth. "Good," he let out, feeling the back of her throat.
She kept going for a bit until she took his dick out of her mouth with a gasp. "Okay, I'll try it," she nodded quickly. "Can you push me down slowly?"
"Huh? Of course," he replied, still doubtful of what the outcome would be.
She pursed her lips for a second and then opened her mouth as big as she could.
His glans hit the back of her throat right away. "Try to open your throat," he recommended, gently placing his hand on the back of her head. When he felt her pipe opening, he carefully pushed her head down.
Dahyun's back broke her perfect posture for a second as she gagged right away, and yet, she kept trying to take him just a bit more. However, as soon as his tip was fully inside her throat, she retched and pushed herself away from his dick.
"Nope," she shook her head with teary eyes, savoring her thick drool as it fell down her chin. "I can't take it."
"You did good," he quickly embraced her, holding her back with his left arm and cleaning her chin with his right hand. "I have to say it felt really good."
"Sorry for giving up," she blinked quickly and threw air at her eyes with her hands as her lips pursed in an exaggerated sad expression.
"Dahyun," he sighed with a smirk. "I'm here to please you. Not the other way around, okay?" He looked at her teary eyes, a consequence of her retching from before. "What do you want?"
She took a moment, looking at his body and feeling his cock resting on her hips. Her hand reached for his tip, rubbing it with her spit. "I want to try to take you." She looked at him with big eyes. "But it scares me," Dahyun admitted.
"How about I eat you first? I can get you all wet and warmed up to make it easier." He raised his eyebrows, holding her chin.
"I'd like that," she smiled shyly.
"Alright," he lay her on the bed, admiring the way her hips and thighs grew larger as she got comfortable. He got close to her face, making her purse her lips right away.
"No kissing," she murmured quickly.
"I know," he smiled kindly. "Can I kiss your body?"
"Mmhm," she nodded, blushing a bit before feeling his lips attacking her neck and his hands holding her ribs and her waist. The more his lips got down on her body, the louder her little cooing became. When he got to her left nipple, Dahyun felt him grab her boob firmly and take her nub in his mouth, which made her grab his arm quickly.
His left hand went to her right tit, mirroring the soft breast massage he was already doing and gently pinching her nipple, forcing her to release the first loud moan of the day. "Your voice is really sweet," he chuckled for a second before continuing.
"Hush!" She felt embarrassed. As much as she was now comfortable letting her moans out with Sana, letting him hear her like that brought a bit of shame on her.
"Don't hold back," he whispered, lowering his hand to her pussy, enjoying the softness of her skin and the curves of her waist and hips. "That's why we're here." His fingers slowly ran through her pubes until she whimpered at the touch of his fingers in her pink folds. Her nectar had already drenched her insides, ready to be spread all over her pussy lips.
"Get down," Dahyun whined, holding his hair weakly. "I want it," she moaned, biting her lips.
Seungdae let go of her small breasts, licking them one more time, and slowly kissed her stomach, going down to her small navel and to her bush. He went even slower in that last bit, carefully guiding her legs over his arms so he could get a good grasp of her as he enjoyed the moisture emanating from her slit.
"Don't make me wait!" She demanded, raising her head to see him.
He smirked, surprised by this side of her. "Alright," he smiled and quickly grabbed her so he could firmly lick her core, collecting her juices in his tongue as she arched her back, squealing at the sensation and gasping when his tongue reached her clit.
That action seemed to have unlocked a new persona in her. Her right hand clenched on his hair and sank his face into her crotch. Her hips began rocking over his mouth, finally looking for her own pleasure.
'Not what I expected, but a welcome change,' he thought, helping her to keep her hips up so he could have a full, proper access to her pink cunt.
Her moans came in waves. Some were calmer, some were louder and stronger as she swayed her pussy across his face, even using his nose to stimulate her sensitive bean.
'Of course. She's been with Sana and Momo for so long, she must know what she likes,' he reflected in his mind. He lay on the bed, resting most of his body while he locked her in position, ensuring her legs wouldn't close. His tongue explored the first centimeters of her walls, savoring her strong, salty taste as she hummed and blushed.
His arms were hooked from below her legs, and his hands went near her outer lips. His fingers stretched to massage the pussy while his tongue navigated through her inner lips, sucking and licking them as he saw fit, depending on her reaction.
After a little while, Dahyun had already let any inhibitions aside. Her grip had tightened in his scalp, and she had finally forced his mouth to take her clit.
He believed himself to be a gentleman, and as such, he would not deny her the request. His lips sealed her hooded bean, sucking it softly at the same rhythm her hips were circling his face. The pitch of her humming had increased, and her left hand had found itself gripping the sheets beneath her.
Seungdae could feel her orgasm approaching. His right arm let go of her leg, but this remained in place. 'Probably Sana trained her as she did with Momo,' he figured as his hand slid to her pussy.
"Wait…!" She yelled at the touch of his fingers in her entrance, but her body screamed a different story. Her hips lowered just enough to allow them entrance within her slippery, warm core, and with it, the moan she had been holding onto was released.
Dahyun rocked her lower half freely, knowing his lips won't detach from her clit. His fingers wandered inside her tight pussy, stretching her walls just enough for him to finger her properly, looking for her G-spot.
A gasp getting out of her lungs was the clear signal he had found it. Without any delay, he used it to push her to the very edge of her climax.
He had to lock her hips firmly as they began to shake in his left arm and face. Her whimpers and moans sounded sweet, desperate, and way more erotic than he had originally expected.
Seungdae kept her on edge just for a moment before adding the very tip of his tongue, gently caressing her now very sensitive clit while he kept on sucking it.
Dahyun's body contracted with a loud grunt that got muted right away. Her throat could no longer produce any sound, and it seemed like breathing was now a secondary bodily function. Her brain was dedicated to feeling the explosion of pleasure coming from her cunt in full, invading her whole nervous system.
The man did his best to keep his motions going despite her thighs suddenly crushing the sides of his head, covering his ears completely. He was conflicted. For a moment, he loved the sensation of the incredibly soft skin of her inner thighs hugging his face, but soon, she proved the size of her thighs was not just because of body fat but actual muscle.
Unable to hear anything, he relied on his touch and sight to know his next move. Initially, his fingers, mouth, and tongue continued the same motion while he used all of his left arm strength to keep her in place. He felt her body convulsing and her hips rocking violently.
Her hands moved erratically, as if trying to hold onto something until Dahyun found her nipples, pinching them tightly, and producing another wave of convulsions.
He could see the patches of pink hue in her fingers becoming white because of how hard she was attacking her own nipples until both hands slipped from them and rested weakly at the sides of her shoulders.
The spasms of her walls around his fingers slowly became weaker, and with more space between them. This let him confirm the more watery fluids that she had expelled during her orgasm and had flooded her own cunt. Gradually, her hips stopped moving, apart from the involuntary shaking she had in her whole body.
He slowed down with her, feeling her thighs relaxing at the sides of his head. Now he could hear her labored breathing, interrupted by the convulsions of her body. Carefully, he withdrew his fingers from her pussy, carrying a thick cover of her nectar in them.
He stood up on his knees, admiring her delicious body and her involuntary smile. 'I have to take her from behind,' he thought, lusting over her wide hips. He looked at his fingers, about to drop a bit of her juices. "You want a taste?" He extended his hand, offering her his wrinkled fingers.
Dahyun shook her head, frowning at the idea of licking her own fluids. Her eyes locked on his mouth as it welcomed his fingers and sucked them clean. She could not help but feel her blood rushing to her face as she bit her lips.
"Sorry if I went a bit hard on you. I could not hear anything at some point," he told her, sitting between her legs.
"You… You did fine," she panted. "I shouldn't have…" Her hands wiggled, trying to convey the actions of her legs. "Did it hurt?"
"Not at all," he laughed. "Do you want to keep going?"
"Yes!" She nodded quickly, just before she lowered her eyes to see the over eight-inch-long monster she was now asking to be shoved into her body. "Is there a way I don't see it?" She smiled nervously.
'Bingo!' He thought. "Let me handle that," he smirked, watching her nod in response as he reached for a couple of pillows to place one on top of the other next to her hips.
She understood, smiling in approval. Dahyun weakly rolled over, trying to keep both pillows together to add some level to her lower body. She spread her legs just a bit and let gravity arch her back so her chest could rest on the mattress.
The visuals were magnificent. She had made all of her dark hair fall to her left, letting him see the perfect lines of her neck, shoulders, and back. Her slim torso disappeared in a tiny waist hidden by her child-bearing hips, which, in addition to her pose, made her asscheeks look huge. Her buttocks spread just enough to allow him to see her slightly darker pucker hole; the temptation to lick it made him feel his cock heavier. Her pink slit glistened in the light. It looked small among all of her meat, but if Jieun took him back in the day, Dahyun could also do it now.
"Do you want me to go slow or just… All in?" He asked, spreading some of his own spit across his shaft.
"Slow!" She replied right away, pulling another pillow to hug and hide her face. "I'll tell you if I want you to be… Rougher," she sighed, feeling her heart beating as she raised her lower back to present her core to him, gripping the pillow tightly in anticipation.
"Slow it is then," he positioned himself behind her, again, thanking Jieun and Momo for putting him in that situation after seeing her drenched, pink pussy waiting for him.
He aligned his cock with her entrance, touching it gently. The man pushed himself in carefully, allowing her walls to adapt to his girth. Dahyun whimpered into the pillow.
"Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" He remarked, only for her to nod quickly. Seungdae went in a little further inside her pussy, enjoying her tightness and her warmth. The slow, calculated movements allowed him to feel every little ripple of her cunt as he pushed deeper into her.
The woman kept moaning with the pillow in her mouth. She could not believe how thick it felt compared to her mouth. She wondered if she had ever gotten her pussy stretched like that, but if that had ever happened, it surely wasn't with an actual dick. She felt Seungdae slowly getting out of her, and in reflex, she pushed her hips back at him as if begging him to stay inside. His chuckle made her realize her action.
"A little more?" He grinned, holding her waist with his left hand.
Dahyun sighed, partially coming to terms with her body's needs. "Mhmm," she moaned, circling her hips at him. She could hear him scoff as his fingers pressed onto her skin, followed by his right hand gripping her hip firmly.
He pushed more of his dick inside her, feeling her walls opening to accommodate him until a little more than half his cock was in.
She gasped in a high pitch. "How much is left?" She asked, subtly rocking her hips.
"Less than half," he replied, twitching his dick inside her.
'He's going to break me,' she thought. "Can you do it with just that?"
"I could, yeah," he affirmed. She nodded.
"Do it, please," she requested, blushing. "I'll try to adapt."
"Just for the record," his hand moved through the curve of her waist and her hip. "You're doing amazing, and it feels even better." He felt her pussy melting around his manhood as she hid her face on the pillow.
Carefully, he started moving in and out of her, trying to push back in only the same length of his cock that was already inside. Her moans became constant until he found his rhythm.
Her grip on the pillow softened, and, without noticing, her hips began to move on their own. By the time she realized, her hands were fully extended on the pillow, and she felt his dick hitting her cervix, making her turn to look at him immediately. "How?" She asked, feeling fuller than before.
"I guess your body wanted more," he smirked at her, tilting his head. "Do you want me to keep it like this, or do you want me to go deeper?"
Dahyun bit her lips, not feeling any pain. "D-deeper…" She requested, blushing. She turned to the pillow again. "And faster," she added, hiding her face.
He smiled silently. "Tell me if you want me to slow down or stop," he replied. She simply nodded quickly.
The first thrust after that was calculated, pushing back into her body just to touch her cervix again, producing a whimper. The following thrusts followed the rhythm of a calm heartbeat, going in and out steadily, until she was moaning and rocking her hips again.
Without realizing it, her own cravings took over her for a moment, in which she impaled herself with more and more of his dick until pain came back at her. By then, the pleasure she was feeling was greater than the discomfort, and she kept swaying her hips against his cock as she cried, every time more quickly.
Before long, Dahyun found herself gripping and biting tightly onto the pillow as a consequence of their flesh finally clapping together. When consciousness took over her again, she could not stop. She was feeling his cock pushing her insides at every thrust, reaching below her navel.
"How?" She cried, unable to comprehend when she managed to take his whole length, how her walls expanded to such a size, not knowing when the pain stopped, and most importantly, why her body felt so hot and so good.
"More!" She begged, whimpering. Now, purposefully slamming her ass against his crotch, paying attention to the way his dick reshaped her insides at every pounding.
The room filled with the beautiful sound of her cries and their flesh smacking against each other. As requested, he went faster, loving the way her ass rippled at every hard thrust that, at some point earlier, he didn't think was possible.
Slowly, she fixed her posture into a majestic doggy style position, where her face remained glued to her pillow, her back arched perfectly, and her hips impaled themselves on his manhood with eagerness.
He had no idea where she might have learnt that, but he was not going to ask, simply enjoy it. Her walls had already adapted to his length and girth, but even with that, she felt incredibly tight around his shaft. He was entranced with the way her body moved, the way she moaned, and the way her pussy was already slushing at every pounding; she was a natural.
Without missing a beat of their flesh clapping, her hand suddenly gripped the back of Seungdae’s right hand. He loosened the grip on her hips and, without saying a word, she slammed his hand against her ass, releasing a high-pitched whimper, so sweet to the ear that he wanted to hear it again right away. Thankfully for him, Dahyun quickly grabbed his hand again and smacked her ass harder, this time adding a loud moan.
When he raised his hand on his own, Dahyun could not help but bite her lips in anticipation. His palm landed against her skin with a loud slap that forced a cry out of her. She started fucking herself with even more strength, feeling his hand take her hip from one side and spanking her ass from the other.
He kept going for a bit until her ass cheeks had more pink than white on her skin. As much as Seungdae wanted to continue, he was already feeling his climax approaching.
Unfortunately for him, as incredibly as her walls held on to his cock, he could not simply flood her pussy. "Dahyun…" He grunted. She hummed in response, too focused on her own pleasure to say a word. "I'm getting close," he exclaimed, trying his best to last longer.
The constant ramming in her pussy, and the hard stinging slaps she received were enough for her to fully accept her body's desires. She wanted to feel him cumming inside her; she wanted to feel his semen hitting her cervix; she wanted to feel his warm seed filling her until it leaked. However, her tame side could not simply allow that. "O-outside," she whimpered, clenching her walls around his dick and gripping her pillow tightly in frustration.
He could feel her doubt in her own words, but he had to comply. Seungdae let himself go for a few more thrusts, making sure all of his length was inside her. He spanked her ass a couple more times before gripping her butt cheek tightly as his crotch slammed her pussy right before he fully pulled his cock out of her and shot his load onto her back.
The sudden emptiness in her pussy made her squirm in frustration as she felt the thick, heavy, warm spurts of semen landing across her back. Dahyun could feel her walls palpitating, begging for more while the man panted near her entrance.
"I need another round," she whined, too ashamed of her words to face him.
Seungdae laughed, and suddenly, she felt his tongue licking her pucker hole, making her squeal. "Are you up for some anal?"
Her hips automatically moved in his mouth. The offer was tempting, but she had basically no experience. "No way I'm taking that thing in my ass today," she finally turned back to face him, sitting on her right side, not caring about his semen running down her back.
She looked down at her pussy and then at his still-hardened shaft. Desperately, she took two of the pillows around her and placed them closer to the head of the bed. She lay down, resting her head on the one pillow that remained in place, and without saying anything, she threw her legs and hips in the air, resting her weight on her upper back for a second. She let gravity pull her legs down, and with relative ease, she used her elbows to push them behind her shoulders.
Dahyun let herself fall and, with a little effort, she pulled her ankles against each other, locking them in place behind her head. Her right hand reached for the pillow she had been biting and placed it behind her head. "Put the pillows on my back so I don't slide down," she requested, holding the back of her feet with her hands. Perplexed, the man did as he was told, locking her in place.
"I want to see it all this time," she stated. Her eyes were locked on his shaft, determined to take him into her body again while her hands spread her pussy for him.
"Kim Dahyun, you are truly amazing," he acknowledged, admiring her flexibility and making her smile shyly, both at the compliment and the fact that she was fully exposing herself in front of him. "Ready?"
She shook her head, opening her eyes as wide as she could. "Just do it, please. Before I chicken out," her lips remained parted, admiring how his mushroom-shaped tip was getting closer to her entrance. "All," she whispered, holding her feet again.
"You sure?" He asked, touching her slick folds with the glans of his cock, aiming downwards, almost perpendicular to her cunt.
"No! Just shove it in before I…!" Her breath was taken away by the sudden reshaping of her insides, spreading to accommodate his manhood. If it weren't for her pose, her back would have arched as much as it could. But locked in position as she was, her arms stiffened, keeping herself in place, her toes stretched, and her core contracted, intensifying the sensation.
"Fuck!" She gasped as his crotch kept his whole length inside of her. Her eyes were focused on her lower belly, unsure if it was that bloated earlier. "F-fuck me," she demanded with a trembling voice, ignoring his face, still uncertain if she would feel pain or pleasure.
Her jaw dropped, staring at him, withdrawing his dick a few inches, shocked by his girth and the fact that this time her walls had stretched so easily to take him. The swelling in her belly disappeared for a moment, only to reappear as soon as he thrusted back into her pussy.
Dahyun's mind did its best to comprehend how that was even possible, but the feeling of his cock slipping through her walls, pushing her insides, was, shockingly for her, way more pleasurable than she had imagined.
The sound of her short, labored moans let Seungdae know she was enjoying it just as much as he was. He could also see her belly distending, outlining his cock in her pale skin every time he pushed back inside her. When he looked at her eyes, still completely focused on her own belly, he saw a weak smile that grew larger every time he thrusted into her.
He increased his pace gradually until she bit her lips, trying to contain her whimpers. Her eyes were slowly closing as she focused more on the feeling than anything else. Despite how welcoming her insides felt, hugging his shaft from the tip to its base, fucking her at that angle was draining his energy.
With how entranced she was, and keeping the same pace and depth at which he was fucking her, he got into a more comfortable position for him.
The woman felt the slight change of angle at which her cunt was getting drilled, forcing her to open her eyes to see Seungdae's frame covering her completely.
Even though she was aware she was responsible for locking herself in that position, a part of her got scared by the size difference between their bodies. Dahyun knew she could free herself at any moment if she wanted, but instead, her hands gripped harder to the back of her feet, giving him free range to fuck her.
She felt a familiar sensation inside her walls as his dick was now thrusting towards her face. His dick was now violently rubbing against her G-spot. Forcing her to release her whimpers and cries loudly.
Her eyes went down to see his dick entering her tight hole, only to find her belly visibly bulging at every pound of him. "F-fuck… That's n-not… Keep going!" She cried while her senses overloaded.
He held her hips with both hands, thumbs pressing tightly against her soft and tender skin. With her request, he finally let go and fuck her with all his might.
This time, her eyes didn't close despite the ramming she was enduring. She was determined to see him break her pussy as she felt her climax approaching.
"Dahyun," he grunted, "I'm getting close," he announced, unwilling to let her down.
"No! No!" She cried. "I'm c-close! D-don't stop!"
"I won't," he groaned, keeping the same relentless pace. "Where?"
Even with all the pleasure clouding her mind, she knew what he meant. But this time, lust drove her response. "In!" She whimpered. "Just don't stop!" She begged, watching him reshape her belly and thirsting over the thought of his cum flooding her cunt.
He grinned, moving his right hand swiftly to her hooded, slippery clit, rubbing it at the same tempo as his pounding.
"Yes!" Dahyun yelled, feeling a wave push her violently to her climax at the same time she felt his cock twitching inside her. "Do it!" She cried. "Do it!"
His cock twitched more violently, pouring a thick shot of cum inside of her. Its warmth spurring in the deepest part of her cunt brought a broken smile to her face at the same time her orgasm hit her.
Dahyun let go of herself. Her hands released her feet, forcing him to keep her in place by surrounding her with his arms, keeping her face in his neck and her legs in the air while he continued thrusting and cumming inside of her.
Unable to control her body, her pussy squirted, gushing translucent liquid all over her stomach while her whole body trembled in his embrace.
Seungdae's hips were pounding in a constant rhythm, addicted to the way her walls clenched onto his dick, squeezing every last drop of sperm out of his shaft until her whimpering gradually slowed down.
Reason came back to her. She felt her body shaking, convulsing at every little touch around her skin, even at the brush of her arms against her thighs, much more at the touch of his hands on her back. "S-Seungdae?" She called weakly while her fingers moved on his collarbone.
"Yes?" He looked down, panting.
Her hands moved through her legs, pulling his face for a soft peck, followed by a more tender, prolonged kiss while her legs went down his sides.
"Thank you," she whispered, ending the kiss.
He saw her face, blushing red, unsure if it was because of her orgasm, because she was ashamed she had squirted over herself, or because of the kiss, but he was willing to bet on the latter. The pink hue on her face, the thin layer of sweat across her skin, and the way her messy hair fell over her shoulders made her look gorgeous. "Whenever you want," he replied, unable to think any further while he caressed her waist and her hips with his right hand.
"Right now, I'd like to clean myself," she chuckled.
"Out?" His eyes quickly pointed down at their groins.
"Out," Dahyun nodded. She felt him moving inside her walls as he got in a good position to pull out. She looked down, impressed by the remnants of her squirt over her stomach. Her cunt naturally clenched around his cock as he withdrew it from her body, but the exhaustion was too much to close her gape once it was gone.
She used most of her remaining energy to crunch and contemplate her pussy oozing his seed. The more his semen spilled out of her, the heavier her breathing became.
He noticed right away. "What's wrong?" He asked with concern.
"I'm… I'm not on the pill or anything," she admitted, biting her lips. Dahyun noticed him looking up to the ceiling. "It's okay. I'll take the pill. Nothing will happen," she said quickly, unable to keep her eyes off her leaking cunt.
"That's why you didn't want me to cum inside the first time," he scoffed, shaking his head with a smile.
"Mhm," she replied, still with agitated breathing.
"Dahyun?" He leaned closer to her face. She looked up at him, blinking quickly. "It's going to be okay," he nodded. "Jin and I have had this kind of… Situation quite a few times in the past," he scoffed, containing his smile at the different memories. Getting Jieun pregnant was a fantasy they shared, but both knew it could not happen if she wanted her career to keep flourishing. And as much as he loved to play with the idea with other women like Jihyo and Tzuyu, he was not keen on the idea of having them bear his children amid a successful career.
"What?" The now ever paler woman asked, unable to understand what he meant.
"Ever since I first came inside of her, she has always wanted me to fill her. Even in the periods where she left the pill to let her body rest from all the hormones," he half-smiled, raising his eyebrow.
"And she's never…?"
"A few scares, delays, and such a couple of times, but we've been lucky. The pills worked as expected, and no positives thus far," He saw her nodding at his words.
"In how many years was that?"
"Like sixteen, give or take."
She nodded again, a bit calmer now. "Can you take me with Jihyo unnie?"
"Of course, do you want to go now?"
Both took a quick shower just to get rid of any smell from their fluids. Dahyun called Jihyo to let her know they were coming and why. Her voice remained calm at all times.
He drove her to the leader's apartment, not knowing what to expect. Just in case, even though it was already dark outside, Dahyun sat in the backseat.
"Can I ask something?" He wondered, looking at her through the rear-view mirror. She nodded. "I understand why you didn't want me to cum inside you at the beginning. But what's the deal with the kiss?"
She chuckled. "I'm not used to kissing anyone," she admitted. "It's like, the last bit of intimacy for me." She looked down her legs. "A bit silly if you consider this side of business, isn't it? But that's even on my ambassador contract," she chuckled.
"I can understand that. Maybe not to your extent, but I get the idea," both chuckled for a second. "Still, why kiss me at the end?"
Dahyun sighed with a smile. "Well, I've already filmed some kissing scenes, so it's not as intimate as it used to be. It still felt weird at the beginning because I didn't know you. But at the end, you had already seen all of me, and cummed inside me. I just felt the need for it and did it. It felt right." She pursed her lips, looking at his eyes in the mirror, blushing. "And you said you'd do what I wanted, so…"
"So… Are we good?"
"Yeah, we're good," she laughed softly.
Upon arriving at Jihyo's building, she was quick to get out to meet them. Seungdae was waiting for her to be angry, but she greeted him with a half-tired smile instead.
"Get back to the car. You're driving us," she stated. No room for negotiation. She indicated to him to go to the JYPE building through their usual entrance.
Once they got there, he got down and accompanied the girls until they met a doctor who was already waiting for them. She guided them to a small room and entered only with Dahyun while Jihyo and Seungdae waited in the hallway, resting their backs on the wall, arm to arm.
The leader sighed deeply. "You don't look too confused or shocked about us, having this kind of process in the building at this hour," she smirked at him, raising an eyebrow.
"Once you get to know the business, it's not hard to imagine," he looked up, trying not to see her.
"You and Jin?"
"A few times, yeah." Both smiled at each other. No more words needed on that subject.
"I always wondered when this would happen with her," Jihyo scoffed, looking at the door. "Most of the girls went through this way earlier."
"Even you?" He looked at her, raising his eyebrows.
"Especially me," she winked at him.
"You're not mad?"
"Did you do anything she didn't want?" She threw a menacing look at him.
"Not that I'm aware of…" He replied slowly.
"Then I'm not mad," she smirked, pushing him lightly with her weight. "And neither will Sana." Both laughed for a moment. "I had a feeling something like this could happen. She's never liked anything hormonal."
"Can you blame her?"
She scoffed. "Not at all."
Dahyun got out of the room with a calmer smile on her face and a paper bag in her hand. They thanked the doctor before she locked the door and walked the other way. Dahyun asked if she could sleep at Jihyo's, with an obvious positive response from the leader.
After getting to her building again, he escorted them to the basement entrance.
"Thank you for today," Dahyun told him, smiling shyly.
"All things considered, I hope you enjoyed it," he smiled at her.
"A lot!" She said with wide eyes, surprising Jihyo as much as him. "I'll be ready for the next time."
"Next time already?"
"After I start with these," she grinned widely, raising the paper bag.
"I'll be waiting, then," he started walking back to his car. "Same for you, Park Jihyo," Seungdae winked at her, making her tilt her head in response to what she felt was a provocation.
"Don't get cocky, Mister," she pointed at him, taking Dahyun by the waist as she laughed. "Let us know when you get home, alright? And thank you for taking care of her to this length."
He saw them getting in and drove back home. On the way back, he played some relaxing music without touching his phone until he got home, a little before midnight. Truth was, his session with Dahyun was pleasant and not as physically demanding as his weekend with Sana and Momo. However, Dahyun's stress passed on to him, even though he did not show it to her.
The man, too tired to even have dinner, simply let Jieun, Jihyo, and Dahyun know he was home and fell asleep, thinking he'd have to wake up early to work the following day.
Author's note: A slower pace for the bit that comes next. Hope you enjoyed it!
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Jieun had always felt like her life was carefully mapped out, each step following a script written for her by others. As one of the nation’s most beloved soloists, adored for her pure and innocent image, she was the embodiment of grace and poise on stage and in the public eye. But behind the polished smiles and carefully chosen words, she sometimes felt constrained—like she was living in a glass box, admired but not fully free. That was until a few years ago, when she met you.
Your lively personality and unapologetic zest for life awakened something in her. You encouraged her to step outside the lines and embrace the messy, unpredictable beauty of living. Slowly, Jieun began to let go of the perfection she’d always strived for, finding joy in spontaneity. Yet, even as she embraced this new side of herself, she held onto the things that kept her grounded: late-night talks with you where she felt safe to share her deepest thoughts, quiet moments where she could just be Jieun—not the idol, not the “nation’s little sister,” but simply herself.
Beneath the city’s vibrant glow, where skyscrapers kissed the heavens and neon lights flickered like electric veins pulsing through the night, you and Jieun thrived. The rhythm of the city mirrored your love—dynamic, electric, and alive with possibility. Every glance exchanged felt like a spark igniting a wildfire, and every touch carried a magnetism that transformed the mundane into magic. Together, you created your own world, one that was equal parts adventure and intimacy.
Weekends became your playground for discovery. The city, vast and brimming with hidden treasures, turned into a labyrinth of adventure for you both. From wandering dimly lit alleys to finding secret rooftop bars where you could escape the world, every moment felt like an escape from the spotlight that followed her. Lazy mornings often gave way to spontaneous bike rides along the waterfront, the scent of saltwater mingling with the aroma of street food from nearby vendors. Evenings carried their own kind of thrill—dance lessons that left you tangled in laughter, or sipping whimsical cocktails under a canopy of stars, the city below fading into a comforting blur.
On one such afternoon, golden sunlight streamed through the windows, wrapping the living room in a cozy warmth. Jieun sat cross-legged on the couch, engrossed in a book, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of her sweater. The peaceful quiet between you was comforting, but your attention kept drifting from the book in your hands to her, captivated by the way her hair glowed in the light or the subtle curve of her lips when she smiled at a passage.
Eventually, she looked up, catching your gaze. Her lips curled into a teasing smile. “You’ve been staring at me for a while now,” she said softly, closing her book. “Is there something you want to say?”
You chuckled, leaning back into the cushions. “Just admiring you.”
She laughed, a soft, musical sound. “You’re sweet,” she murmured, though her tone carried a playful edge. For a moment, her expression softened, but then a sly glint flickered in her eyes. She stood, brushing her hands down her sweater as if bracing herself, before moving to the nearby shelf. After rummaging briefly, she turned back toward you with something hidden behind her back, her cheeks slightly pink.
“What’s that?” you asked, curiosity piqued as she approached with a playful bounce in her step.
She pulled her hands forward, revealing a sleek, lacy garment that dangled lightly from her fingers. Your eyebrows lifted in surprise as the soft material glinted faintly in the sunlight, but what caught your eye even more was the small, discreet remote next to it. “I got these a while ago,” she began, her voice steady but carrying a hint of shyness. “I thought they might be fun. For us.”
It took a second for you to fully register what she was holding, and when you did, your grin widened. “Wow. You’ve been holding out on me.”
She rolled her eyes, though her blush deepened. “I wasn’t sure if it was… too much,” she admitted, glancing down at the garment briefly before meeting your eyes again. “But I figured if anyone would enjoy this with me, it’d be you.”
You reached out, letting your fingers graze the fabric. It was impossibly soft, and the hint of what it could do made your heart race. “I’d say you know me pretty well,” you said, your voice low.
Her lips curved into a smile, her confidence building as she noticed your reaction. “I wouldn’t have brought it up if I didn’t,” she said, her tone warming. “I thought it might make the day a little more… interesting.”
“Interesting is one way to put it,” you replied, your grin widening as your gaze flicked to the remote in her other hand. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
She smirked, leaning in slightly. “I was born ready.”
You laughed, watching as she turned and sauntered toward the bedroom. “Give me a minute,” she called over her shoulder, her tone light and teasing.
While Jieun disappeared into the other room, you let your mind wander, the anticipation building with every passing second. You could hear faint rustling as she moved around, and the idea of what was to come sent a thrill through you. The little remote rested in your palm, its smooth design deceptively innocent. When she finally returned, she stood in the doorway, her cheeks tinged pink but her expression playful. Her skirt fell naturally into place, and she smoothed it over her hips, her movements casual yet deliberate.
“Well?” she asked, stepping closer, her tone light but with a hint of shyness. “What do you think?”
“Beautiful,” you murmured, letting your gaze linger on her. There was something about her mix of confidence and vulnerability that made her all the more captivating. Reaching out, you pulled her gently toward you until she was standing between your knees, your hands resting lightly on her hips.
She tilted her head, her smirk returning as her shyness melted away. “Even like this?” she teased, lifting her skirt just enough to give you a glimpse. The delicate lace clung perfectly, and you couldn’t help but grin.
“Especially like this,” you replied, your voice dropping slightly as your hands slid along her thighs. Then, unable to resist, you leaned forward and gave her a light, teasing spank. The soft smack made her yelp in surprise before she broke into laughter, her hand playfully swatting at your shoulder.
“You’re impossible,” she said, shaking her head though her smile lingered. Adjusting her skirt again with exaggerated composure, she added, “I hope you know this isn’t just about you. I’m supposed to enjoy this too.”
“Oh, trust me,” you said, holding up the remote with a mischievous grin. “I fully intend to make this enjoyable. For both of us.”
Her eyes flicked to the remote, and she raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smile. “Just… don’t go crazy, okay?” she said, her tone a mix of playful and serious. “I’d like to actually get through the day without falling apart.”
You leaned in, brushing a quick kiss to her forehead before grinning mischievously. “No promises.”
She let out a huff, half-laughing as she leaned into you. “You’re trouble,” she murmured, her hands resting on your shoulders.
“And you love it,” you replied, wrapping an arm around her waist as you stood, pulling her closer.
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With the impromptu game set, you and Jieun ventured into the city’s renowned aquarium. The grand entrance glimmered under the soft evening light, its glass panels reflecting hues of pink and gold from the setting sun. Inside, the world transformed into an ethereal underwater dreamscape. The soft blue glow from the massive tanks bathed everything in a tranquil light, the murmur of water and faint sound of bubbles creating an intimate, almost otherworldly ambiance.
Jieun’s excitement was infectious, lighting up the dimly lit halls of the aquarium. Her steps were quick and light, her body practically vibrating with energy. Her delicate fingers brushed the cool glass of the tanks as she leaned in close, her breath fogging the surface slightly. Her eyes, wide with wonder, tracked vibrant coral reefs and schools of neon fish darting through the water like streaks of living paint. She let out a soft gasp of delight as a jellyfish floated by, its translucent form undulating gracefully under the soft tank lights.
“Look at this one,” she said, her voice tinged with awe as she pointed at a tiny, vibrant seahorse gripping a piece of coral. Her lips curved into a smile that lit up her face, her laughter like the tinkling of wind chimes as she moved from tank to tank, her hair swaying gently with each turn of her head.
At a tank displaying sleek, undulating eels, Jieun leaned closer, her nose almost touching the glass. The bluish light cast a soft glow over her features, accentuating the delicate curve of her jaw and the soft pink of her cheeks. You couldn’t help but admire the pure joy radiating from her as she watched the creatures glide effortlessly through the water.
You leaned close to her ear, your breath warm against her skin. “Hey, Jieun,” you whispered conspiratorially, “Did you know some eels can electrocute you, even without touching?”
She straightened, her brows knitting in skepticism as she turned to you, her lips parting slightly in question. “That can’t be—”
Before she could finish, you pressed the remote discreetly in your pocket. A soft hum filled the air, unnoticed by anyone but her. Her body stiffened almost imperceptibly, her fingers tightening on the edge of the tank as her breath hitched. A gasp, soft and sharp, escaped her lips, her expression shifting into something between surprise and restrained pleasure.
Her wide eyes snapped to you, a deep pink flush blooming across her cheeks and spreading down her neck. The faint glow from the tank made the color even more vivid, contrasting with the cool light surrounding her. “Honey!” she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper but trembling with emotion. Her free hand instinctively flew to your arm, gripping it for support as her knees threatened to wobble.
Her gaze darted around nervously, checking if anyone nearby had noticed. Thankfully, the dim aquarium lighting and the scattered visitors provided just enough cover for her to attempt to compose herself. “You didn’t!” she whispered, her tone a mix of disbelief and something unspoken that made her voice falter slightly.
“Oh, I did,” you replied with an innocent grin, your eyes twinkling with mischief as you took in the slight tremor in her stance and the way her lips parted as her breath quickened. Her body shifted subtly, her thighs pressing together in a fruitless attempt to temper the sensations coursing through her.
Her glare lacked bite, her lips twitching as though she were suppressing a smile. “You’re impossible,” she said, her voice laced with frustration but softened by a tinge of amusement. She nudged your arm weakly, her movements betraying her distraction as another soft gasp escaped her lips.
“Impossible?” you teased, leaning closer so your voice was only for her. “I’d say I’m creative.”
Jieun bit her lip, her eyes narrowing as she tried to shoot you a reprimanding look, but the way her body shivered, her hand gripping your arm tighter, betrayed the effect you were having on her. “If we get caught,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she fought to keep it steady, “I swear I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” you interrupted, your grin widening as you watched her cheeks grow impossibly redder.
She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head slightly as she glanced back at the tank, her reflection in the glass showing her flushed face and glistening eyes. “I’ll think of something,” she murmured, her voice low and edged with playful defiance.
Her eyes narrowed, but the playful gleam in them betrayed her. Even as she straightened and tried to focus on the tank, her posture remained tense, her body alive with the anticipation of your next move.
You waited, letting the vibrations continue just long enough to see her fingers grip the edge of the tank a little tighter, her breaths coming faster. Her hips shifted almost imperceptibly as she fought to steady herself. Just when you could tell she was teetering on the edge, her lips parting in a soft gasp, you turned the vibrations off.
Her eyes shot to yours, wide with a mixture of relief and frustration. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words didn’t come. Instead, she bit her lip, her cheeks burning as she gave you a look that promised retribution.
The magical ambiance of the aquarium heightened every sensation. As you moved from exhibit to exhibit, the low lighting, soft hum of water, and distant murmurs of other visitors created an intimate atmosphere that made the teasing all the more thrilling. Near the penguin enclosure, as she watched the adorable creatures waddle and dive, you flicked the remote again. The gentle vibration coursed through her, causing her to stifle a giggle and clutch your arm for support. She leaned into you, her breath coming faster, and whispered, “I swear, if you don’t stop…”
But you could tell she didn’t mean it. The way she bit her lip, her cheeks rosy and her eyes darting nervously around the room, spoke volumes. Her whispered threats of payback only spurred you on. You waited until she was engrossed again, then turned the vibrations up, her knees slightly buckling as she gripped your arm tightly.
“Honey…!” she whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. This time, her body trembled slightly as the sensations built. You could feel her grip tightening on you, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. Just as her lips parted and her eyes fluttered closed, you turned it off again.
Her sharp intake of breath told you everything. “I hate you,” she hissed, her voice low and shaky as she tried to regain her composure. But the look in her eyes betrayed her—she didn’t hate it at all.
The grand glass tunnel beneath the shark tank offered the perfect backdrop for the next round. The sharks glided silently overhead, their massive forms cutting through the water with serene power. Rays and smaller fish swirled around them, creating a mesmerizing display. Jieun stood in quiet awe, her face tilted up to watch the majestic creatures.
You saw your opportunity. Turning the vibrations up slightly, you watched as her breath hitched. She clutched the railing, her fingers whitening as she tried to steady herself. A soft moan escaped her before she quickly covered her mouth, her wide eyes darting to yours in a mix of panic and thrill.
“You’re… impossible,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she leaned closer to you, seeking support while the vibrations coursed through her body.
You leaned down, your breath warm against her ear. “I’m counting on you to keep it together,” you murmured, your voice low and teasing. She shivered at your words, her body pressing into yours as the tension mounted.
This time, you kept the vibrations steady, letting them build as her body tensed against you. Her breathing grew faster, her hips shifting subtly as her grip on the railing tightened. You could feel her pressing closer to you, her soft, breathy moans muffled as she buried her face in your arm.
“Almost there…” you whispered, the vibrations intensifying slightly. Her head tilted back, her lips parting as her eyes fluttered shut. Just as she reached the peak, her entire body trembling, you turned it off.
Her eyes snapped open, and the frustration on her face was palpable. “Babe!” she hissed, her voice low and desperate. But there was no hiding the way her body trembled, her thighs pressing together as she struggled to compose herself. “You’re the worst.”
“Am I?” you replied with a sly grin, brushing her hair from her flushed face. “You seem to be having fun.”
As the day went on, Jieun’s neediness became more apparent. Her fingers would linger on your arm, her steps closer, her voice softer and tinged with a breathless edge. She whispered pleas between exhibits, her tone wavering as she begged for relief. But you kept her on the edge, turning the vibrations on and off just as she reached the brink, her soft whimpers and frustrated glances fueling your mischievous delight.
By the time you reached the dolphin show, Jieun’s restraint was hanging by a fragile thread. Her flushed cheeks and slightly unsteady steps betrayed just how much you had pushed her to the edge. Every teasing pulse left her trembling, her breath shallow, her glassy eyes flickering between the vibrant display of dolphins and the knowing smirk on your face. The public setting only heightened the stakes, her need battling against her desperate resolve to remain composed.
You had chosen a discreet spot in the far corner of the audience, away from the densest part of the crowd. The dim lighting and the vantage point gave you just enough cover while still leaving the thrill of being in public fully intact. The murmur of excited conversations and the occasional splash of water set the scene as the dolphins began their acrobatics, their synchronized movements drawing cheers and applause from the crowd.
Jieun’s posture was rigid, her thighs pressed tightly together as she clung to your arm. The vibrations had been off for just long enough to let her think she might have a moment to regain control, her body settling into a tentative calm. But you weren’t about to let her settle.
With a subtle flick of your thumb, you activated the remote in your pocket. The sudden pulse coursed through her body like a shockwave. She stiffened immediately, her nails biting into your arm as her breath hitched audibly. Her wide eyes darted to yours, a mix of shock and desperation flashing in their depths.
“Please…” she whispered, her voice trembling, her cheeks flushing even deeper as her thighs pressed closer together. You could feel her quivering against you, her grip tightening as she tried to compose herself.
Leaning in, you murmured against her ear, “Careful. We wouldn’t want anyone to notice, would we?” Your tone was low and teasing, the warmth of your breath against her skin making her shudder.
Her lips parted slightly, as if to protest, but no words came—only a soft, shaky exhale that hung in the air. Her body, always so poised and composed, betrayed her now. Her shoulders tensed as the vibrations teased her relentlessly, and her breaths grew shallow, each one hitching faintly as her chest rose and fell in uneven rhythm. The delicate flush on her cheeks deepened, spreading down her neck, and the faintest tremor ran through her legs, which shifted subtly as if trying to relieve the growing tension.
Her fingers dug into your arm, her knuckles whitening as she tried to steady herself. The corners of her lips quivered, caught somewhere between a plea and a suppressed moan, her composure unraveling thread by thread. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lashes casting soft shadows on her pink-tinged cheeks as her head tilted back slightly. The glow of the aquarium’s lights shimmered on her skin, illuminating the faint sheen of sweat beginning to form on her forehead and along her collarbone.
You waited, savoring the sight of her squirming under the pressure, her body writhing ever so slightly as the vibrations worked their way through her. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, the motion betraying just how impossible her growing need was to ignore.
Then, just as her grip on your arm tightened to the point of desperation and a soft, choked gasp escaped her lips, you clicked the remote and turned the vibrations off.
The effect was immediate and visceral. Her eyes snapped open, wide and filled with disbelief as the absence of sensation left her teetering on the edge, unfulfilled. Frustration flickered across her face, her brows furrowing as she bit her lower lip hard enough to leave a faint mark, her breaths coming fast and ragged. She tried to regain her composure, but the trembling in her hands and the damp glow on her skin gave her away completely.
The show continued, the dolphins leaping gracefully through the air, but Jieun’s focus was entirely on you now. She shot you a pleading glance, her lips trembling as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. You let her stew for a moment, savoring the anticipation that radiated from her in waves.
Then, as the dolphins reached the peak of their routine, the crowd erupting into cheers, you cranked the vibrations to their highest setting.
Jieun’s entire body arched as the overwhelming sensation took hold, her back curving like a drawn bow. Her nails dug into your arm and thigh, leaving faint crescent moons in your skin as her thighs clamped tightly together, trapping the device against her sensitive center. A muffled scream escaped her lips, raw and desperate, as she buried her face into your shoulder, her cries muted by your presence. Her entire frame trembled violently, each shudder a testament to the waves of pleasure crashing over her, unrelenting and all-consuming.
Her voice broke through in a desperate whisper, trembling and raw. “I—I’m so close,” she gasped, the words barely audible, muffled against your shoulder but heavy with the weight of her release. Her entire body tensed in anticipation, her thighs shaking as the sensation built into a crescendo she couldn’t hold back.
The rhythmic pulsing of her release was unmistakable, her body quaking with each contraction as her slickness soaked through the fabric. You slid your hand down, your fingers expertly finding their way between her trembling thighs. Pressing firmly against her lips through the damp lace, you began to move in slow, deliberate circles, the texture of the soaked fabric adding a tantalizing friction.
Her muffled cries deepened, each one breaking into a fractured gasp as her body surged toward the edge. “Oh fuck! I'm cumming…” she squeeled into your neck, her voice muffled but trembling with raw need. The added pressure of your fingers—so precise, so intentional—was too much for her to withstand. Her body stiffened sharply, her thighs tightening around your hand as her release finally broke free in an electrifying wave.
Her cries grew louder, though still stifled against your shoulder, perfectly masked by the thunderous applause of the crowd in the background. “Oh—oh my God!” she cried out, her voice breaking as her hips bucked slightly against your touch, every movement a mix of surrender and uncontrollable need. The heat radiating from her core was undeniable, her arousal coating your fingertips through the soaked fabric, a slickness that only heightened the intensity of the moment.
You kept your fingers moving in slow, teasing strokes, prolonging her high as her body quaked with aftershocks. Her head pressed deeper into your neck, her damp breath hot against your skin. Each ragged exhale mingled with the faint scent of her release, intoxicating and intimate. Her trembling legs struggled to hold her weight as she clung to you for support, her grip unyielding as she rode out every last ripple of pleasure.
When her trembling began to subside, you slowly withdrew your hand, feeling her thighs relax just enough to let you pull away. Her body sagged against yours, utterly spent, her flushed face damp with perspiration. The faint scent of her arousal lingered in the air, mingling with the aquatic freshness of the aquarium. It was intoxicating, an intimate mix of her release and the soft, saline tang of the water, creating a unique blend that made the moment feel even more charged.
You lifted your hand slightly, showing her the glistening sheen that coated your fingers. The dim blue light from the tanks reflected off the slickness, catching her attention immediately.
Her cheeks deepened to a fiery red as her wide eyes locked onto your hand. “What are you…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of mortification and fascination, her gaze unable to look away.
Without breaking eye contact, you smirked and reached out, brushing your slick fingers along the curve of her neck. The sticky warmth left a faint, glistening trail on her soft skin. The subtle scent of her arousal, so potent and personal, seemed to intensify as it mingled with her perfume and the humid air of the aquarium. Leaning in, your lips hovered just above the mark you’d made. “Look at you,” you murmured softly, your voice a low tease filled with admiration. “So beautiful like this.”
You began placing deliberate kisses along the line you had left, your lips and tongue tracing the faint stickiness as you marked her further. Her taste lingered faintly, salty and sweet, an intimate reminder of her vulnerability. Her head tilted instinctively, granting you access as you latched onto the soft skin at her collarbone. You started sucking gently, savoring the way her body responded, before increasing the intensity to leave a deeper mark. The scrape of your teeth against her skin elicited a soft whimper, her voice muffled as her hands clung tightly to your shirt, desperate to steady herself against the overwhelming sensations.
The warmth of your breath against her neck, coupled with the dampness from your kisses, sent fresh shivers through her. Her gasps grew more pronounced, each one trembling as you continued to leave small, purposeful marks, your teeth grazing her sensitive skin. The combination of your mouth on her and the scent of her release still faint in the air heightened her arousal once more.
Pulling back slightly, you met her gaze. Her eyes were glazed with satisfaction, her lips parted as she tried to steady her breathing. The flush of her cheeks spread to her neck, a beautiful testament to the intensity of the moment.
“You’re the worst,” she whispered shakily, though the way her fingers tightened their grip on your shirt told a different story. The words were barely audible, her voice a mix of bashfulness and lingering delight.
“Am I?” you teased, brushing your thumb lightly over one of the marks you’d left. “You didn’t seem to mind earlier.”
Her lips parted, as if to respond, but no words came. Instead, her gaze dropped for a moment, her cheeks flushing deeper. Her fingers gripped your shirt tightly, and when her eyes lifted to meet yours again, they were filled with an unspoken acknowledgment. The way her body pressed subtly closer, her breath hitching slightly, was all the confirmation you needed. She wanted to protest—but she knew you were right.
Your smirk softened as you lowered your head to place one last lingering kiss on her neck, letting your lips trail over the faint heat of her flushed skin. Her body shivered under your touch, a quiet gasp escaping her as she leaned into you, her silent agreement speaking volumes. When you finally pulled back, her eyes remained fixed on yours, a mixture of embarrassment, desire, and reluctant surrender shimmering in their depths.
The applause marking the end of the show broke through the moment, drawing both of you back into your surroundings. You stood, reaching out to help her to her feet. Her legs wobbled slightly, the remnants of her release still evident in her trembling. She leaned into you, her fingers lacing tightly with yours as she rested her head briefly against your shoulder.
Guiding her out into the glowing serenity of the aquarium, you felt the quiet buzz of her lingering arousal. Though she remained silent, her hand squeezed yours firmly, her flushed cheeks and the slight curve of her lips betraying just how much she’d enjoyed every moment.
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After that exhilarating time at the aquarium, the sexual tension between you and Jieun only seemed to grow as you entered the cozy, dimly lit restaurant for your dinner reservation. The intimate space was filled with the soft clinking of glasses and hushed conversations, creating a warm and romantic atmosphere that wrapped around you both like a shared secret.
You pulled out a chair for her, and she sat down gracefully, though the restless shifting in her movements betrayed the simmering anticipation from earlier. The low lighting cast a warm glow on her flushed cheeks, the remnants of your teasing evident in the slight tremor of her hands as she adjusted her skirt. Once the waiter approached, you discreetly activated the vibrator with a small press of the remote, watching as Jieun stifled a gasp, her body jerking slightly in her seat as she struggled to keep her composure.
“I’ll have the carbonara, p-please,” she managed, her voice catching slightly as her hand gripped the edge of the table. She shot you a look—half playful mischief, half veiled threat—as her cheeks burned with a deeper blush.
“And I’ll have the ribeye, medium please, thank you,” you said to the waiter, your tone steady as if nothing were amiss. You handed over the menus, feeling Jieun’s heated gaze on you.
Once the waiter stepped away, she leaned forward slightly, her voice low and laced with mock frustration. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
Feigning innocence, you leaned back, sipping your water as you smirked. “Me? I’m just here to enjoy a nice dinner with my beautiful girlfriend.”
Her eyes narrowed, but a sly smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “If this is dinner, I’m scared to see what dessert is like,” she murmured, her tone teasing despite the tremor in her voice.
The appetizers arrived shortly after—a colorful spread of bruschetta, stuffed mushrooms, and crispy calamari. Unable to resist pushing her further, you pressed the button three times, setting the vibrations to their maximum intensity. Jieun froze mid-reach for a piece of bruschetta, her eyes widening as the sudden jolt surged through her body.
Her breath hitched audibly, and a barely contained whimper escaped her lips. She immediately crossed her legs tightly, her muscles tensing as she fought to keep herself from reacting. “Oh god,” she whispered sharply, her voice trembling, though the flicker of excitement in her eyes betrayed her.
“What’s wrong, babe?” you asked casually, your smirk widening as you took a bite of bruschetta. “You look… tense.”
Her body shifted subtly, her thighs pressing together as the vibrations continued to pulse relentlessly. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the small, breathy moans that threatened to escape. “You’re… impossible,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper as her cheeks deepened to a scarlet hue. Her eyes darted nervously around the room, scanning for any sign that someone might notice her squirming.
Each movement only seemed to intensify the sensations coursing through her, the damp heat between her legs growing as her body became more sensitive. The risk of being discovered sent a thrilling shiver through her, heightening the tension. Every pulse of the vibrator seemed to echo in her mind, weaving into the restaurant’s ambiance of soft clinking silverware and low murmurs. The rich aroma of garlic and basil mingled with her heightened awareness, making everything feel overwhelming.
Her breaths became shallow, her body trembling as she leaned forward, gripping her utensils like a lifeline. She brought a bite of bruschetta to her lips, her teeth sinking into the crispy bread as a soft, involuntary moan escaped her, barely audible beneath the hum of conversation around you.
“B-babe,” she whispered, her voice breaking slightly as she leaned closer to you. “You’re going to regret this.”
“Is that so?” you murmured, your voice teasingly low as your fingers tapped the remote again, adjusting the rhythm. Her body jolted, a quiet whimper slipping out as she squeezed her thighs together, her legs trembling under the table.
By the time the main course arrived, Jieun’s composure was fraying. Her carbonara sat untouched for a moment as she squirmed in her seat, her breaths coming in soft, uneven gasps. Every flick of the switch sent new waves of pleasure rippling through her, her mind spinning with the relentless teasing. The tablecloth concealed her trembling legs, but the way her fingers clutched the edge of the table betrayed how close she was to unraveling.
When the waiter returned to pour your wine, you pressed the button one final time, holding it steady at the highest setting. Jieun’s eyes widened as the relentless vibrations surged through her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her body arched slightly, her lips parting in a choked gasp. She gripped the table with one hand, her other reaching for your arm under the table, her nails digging into your skin as her body shuddered.
“Babe,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with desperation. Her flushed face turned toward you, her glassy eyes meeting yours as her lips quivered. “P-please…”
You leaned closer, your voice low and teasing. “Please what, Jieun?” you whispered, your words brushing against her ear. The subtle warmth of your breath sent another shiver racing through her body, her grip on your arm tightening as if anchoring herself against the rising tide within her.
Her breaths were shallow and rapid, her body trembling as she clutched your arm tightly. The tension that had been building throughout the evening left her teetering on the brink, her thighs pressing together instinctively as if to find relief. Her lips parted slightly, a desperate moan threatening to slip free, but she caught herself, biting down on her lower lip to suppress the sound.
The relentless vibrations pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes fluttered closed as her body tensed, her breaths coming in soft gasps. You could feel it—see it—how close she was. Her thighs quivered, her hands gripping the table as the heat pooling between her legs became unbearable.
And just when you knew she was milliseconds away, you pressed the button and turned the vibrations off.
Her body jolted slightly at the sudden stillness, her eyes snapping open in wide, glassy disbelief. Her head whipped toward you, and for a moment, her parted lips and flushed cheeks told you she was at a loss for words. “No! fuck” she stammered, her voice hushed and trembling. The abrupt denial of release left her gasping, her chest heaving as her body fought to process the loss.
Her frustration spilled over, visible in the trembling of her hands and the way her thighs clenched reflexively under the table. “Please…” she whispered again, her voice a mix of pleading and incredulous annoyance. Her lips trembled as she bit down on her lower lip, squirming slightly in her seat in a futile attempt to steady herself. The flush on her cheeks deepened, spreading to her neck as she fidgeted, her body betraying how close she had been.
You leaned in casually, brushing your hand across hers on the table. “Not yet,” you murmured, your voice calm and teasing. The soft touch of your fingers sent another wave of heat through her, and her breath hitched audibly, her thighs squeezing together instinctively.
Her chest rose and fell as she exhaled shakily, her frustration now a simmering mix of desire and playful defiance. “I swear to god…” she whispered, her voice unsteady, a blend of pleading and unspoken challenge. Her narrowed gaze locked with yours, the flicker of frustration in her glassy eyes overshadowed by determination and the faintest hint of mischief. “You’re definitely paying for that later,” she added, her voice low and breathless as her lips curved into a sly smile.
You chuckled softly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as your own smirk widened. “I’m looking forward to it,” you replied, your voice as confident as ever. The tension between you crackled like electricity, heightening every shared glance, every movement. Around you, the hum of the restaurant—the soft clinking of glasses, muted conversations, and bursts of laughter—faded into the background as your shared secret took center stage.
Jieun shifted again, her fingers fidgeting with her napkin as she tried to compose herself. Her restless movements betrayed her inner turmoil, her flushed cheeks and darting gaze revealing the fire you’d stoked within her. She let out a shaky sigh, her lips pressing together as she tilted her head slightly, as if weighing her options. Then, with a deep inhale, she leaned back in her chair, locking eyes with you. In that moment, the frustration in her gaze melted into something bold and daring, her confidence blooming.
As the chatter of other guests swelled around you, she “accidentally” dropped her fork, the metallic clink echoing against the hardwood floor. Without missing a beat, her dark hair fell over her shoulder like a curtain as she leaned forward, a devilish smile playing on her lips. The intensity in her eyes sent a shiver down your spine, her boldness catching you completely off guard.
Before you could react, she slipped gracefully under the table, her movements smooth and deliberate as if choreographed. The world above seemed to blur into the background—the laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the muted ambiance becoming mere noise. Your heart skipped a beat, your pulse quickening as she disappeared from view, her mischievous sparkle and the determination in her actions lingering in your mind.
You felt the warmth of her breath brush against your thigh as her fingers trailed up, delicate yet teasing, igniting sparks of anticipation that coursed through your entire body. Each touch was playful and tantalizing, deliberate in a way that made it impossible to focus on anything but her. Your eyes flicked around nervously, half-expecting someone to notice, but the attention of the other diners remained blissfully elsewhere, unaware of the secret unfolding beneath the table.
“You started this,” she murmured from below, her voice a soft, husky purr that sent a thrill racing through you. Her words were both an accusation and a promise, her tone dripping with playful dominance. Her eyes gleamed with mischief, but it was the quiet intensity in her gaze that made your pulse race, your breath catching as her focus returned to the task at hand.
Her fingers danced over the fabric of your pants, the pressure light but enough to make you shift in your seat. The teasing was relentless, her touch sending jolts of pleasure that left you teetering between frustration and raw anticipation. You could feel your body responding eagerly to every movement, the tension coiling tighter in your core as her hand pressed more firmly against you, drawing a soft, involuntary exhale from your lips.
She worked the button of your jeans with infuriating precision, each flick of her fingers heightening the anticipation and drawing out the moment. One button, then another, until she pulled the fabric aside, exposing you to the cool air. The contrast of her warm breath against your heated skin sent a shiver down your spine, the anticipation coiling tighter within you. For a moment, she paused, her lips hovering close, her eyes flickering with mischief and something darker—need.
Her fingers lightly traced along your length, and she inhaled deeply, her movements slow and deliberate. Her lashes fluttered as she closed her eyes, her breathing deepening as she leaned in. You felt the soft brush of her nose against your member as she nuzzled against you, the warmth of her face and the deliberate press of her lips sending sparks through your body.
“Mmm,” she murmured softly, her voice low and almost guttural as she took in your scent. Her nose trailed along you as if she were savoring every inch, and she let out a quiet, shuddering breath. “You smell… so good,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with growing arousal.
The wild edge in her tone sent a rush through you, your body responding to the way she seemed to lose herself in the moment. Her cheek brushed against you, her lips ghosting along your length as her hands gripped your thighs for support. You caught the faintest sound of her own breath catching, a quiet, almost needy sigh escaping her as she shifted slightly beneath the table, her thighs pressing together.
Her warm breath continued to fan over you as she rubbed her face against your member, her movements unrestrained and filled with raw intensity. Her actions betrayed how much she was savoring every second as her lips finally parted, pressing a lingering kiss against your leaking tip before taking you into her mouth in one smooth, seamless motion.
The sensation was electrifying. Her mouth was soft, warm, and inviting, her tongue swirling over you with an eager dexterity that left you breathless. The contrast of her earlier wildness and the precision of her movements now made your head spin, the combination of control and abandon driving you closer to the edge with every passing moment.
She worked you deliberately, her rhythm slow at first, as though she wanted to savor every inch of you. Her tongue danced over you, each flick and swirl sending ripples of pleasure coursing through your body. The wet, velvety glide of her mouth was relentless, and you gripped the edge of the table tightly, your knuckles white as you fought to stay composed.
Your breaths came shallow and uneven, your vision narrowing as every nerve in your body focused on the heat and wetness of her mouth. You could feel her shifting below, her body responding to her own rising desire, her muffled hums against you vibrating softly, adding another layer of intensity. The air beneath the table seemed to grow hotter, the raw intimacy of the moment amplified by her unabashed enthusiasm and the heady mix of sensations she created.
She moved with purpose now, her pace quickening slightly as her hands joined in, one holding you steady while the other traced soft, teasing patterns along your thighs. Her tongue worked in perfect harmony with the rhythm of her lips, each motion drawing you closer to the edge. You bit down on the inside of your cheek to stifle the groan that threatened to escape, the urge to let go building with every passing second.
“God,” you whispered under your breath, your voice tight as her name almost slipped from your lips. The tension in your core coiled tighter, your control slipping as the pleasure surged in waves. Her wild, unrestrained energy earlier had stoked the fire, and now her expert attention was fanning it into an inferno.
Just when you thought the intensity couldn’t build any further, her pace quickened. Teasing circles along your inner thigh, her fingers dancing over your skin with maddening precision. The combination of her mouth and touch was overwhelming, and you felt yourself teetering closer and closer to the edge.
Then, footsteps. The sound of the waiter approaching broke through the haze, your heart leaping in sudden panic. You straightened slightly, forcing yourself to meet the waiter’s gaze as he arrived at the table, his polite smile oblivious to the scene unfolding beneath.
“How’s everything, sir?” the waiter asked, his voice neutral but curious as he scanned the table.
“It’s… good,” you managed, your voice tight, almost strangled. Jieun chose that exact moment to take you deeper, her tongue flicking expertly as she hummed softly, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure that nearly made you lose composure. You felt the faintest smirk against you, her mischief palpable even in the intensity of the moment.
“G-Great, actually. It’s great,” you stammered, barely keeping your voice steady. Your grip on the table tightened as her pace increased, her movements calculated, relentless. The pleasure building inside you was nearly impossible to contain.
The waiter frowned slightly, glancing around. “And your companion? She seems to be absent.”
“She’s… in the bathroom,” you said quickly, your voice strained, barely managing to sound coherent. Jieun’s lips enveloped you completely, her movements deliberate yet bold as she sensed your imminent release. Her tongue pressed firmly against you, her rhythm unwavering as her focus remained locked on driving you to the edge. “She’ll… be back in a minute,” you added, your voice cracking slightly as you gripped the edge of the table harder, the tension within you coiling impossibly tight.
The waiter nodded politely, blissfully unaware of the scene unfolding beneath the table, and walked away, leaving you alone once more. The instant his footsteps faded, the tenuous grip you had on your composure unraveled. Jieun’s pace quickened slightly, her mouth taking you deeper as she worked you with relentless precision, the pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave.
The first pulse of your climax hit hard, stealing the air from your lungs as your body tensed under her care. A groan escaped your lips, barely stifled, as wave after wave surged through you, each more intense than the last. Jieun held you firmly, her lips sealing tightly around you, her tongue moving skillfully to guide you through the release. Her hands pressed against your thighs, keeping you steady as your body trembled with the force of your orgasm.
She didn’t swallow—not yet. Instead, she held everything in her mouth, her movements slowing but not stopping. Her tongue continued to caress you, her lips applying gentle suction as she gave you a few more deliberate sucks, ensuring she drew out every last drop. The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of her warmth, her unwavering focus, and the lingering sensitivity making your breath hitch as aftershocks rippled through your body.
Jieun’s lips remained around you as she felt you begin to soften in her mouth, her tongue tracing gentle patterns along your length as she eased you through the final pulses of pleasure. Her fingers tightened briefly against your thighs, her movements tender yet precise, her care extending even as your body relaxed under her touch. She tilted her head slightly, her mouth lingering as she savored the intimacy of the moment, her cheeks subtly hollowing to coax out the last remnants of your release.
When she was certain there was nothing more, she eased back slowly, her lips leaving a lingering warmth as she released you. Her tongue flicked over her lips, her eyes glinting with triumph as she looked up at you from beneath the table. Her expression was a mixture of mischief and satisfaction, her confidence evident in the way her gaze held yours.
Your chest heaved as you fought to steady your breathing, your mind spinning from the intensity of the moment. Every nerve in your body felt alive, the sensation of her care and precision still imprinted on your skin. The world around you—the clinking of glasses, the murmur of conversation—slowly came back into focus, though the charged energy between you lingered in the air.
As Jieun rose back to her seat, her cheeks were flushed, her breath steadying after the intensity of the moment. Yet her eyes gleamed with a playful satisfaction that seemed to light her entire face. This was the nation’s “little sister,” beloved for her innocent charm, graceful demeanor, and unassailable purity. But in this moment, Jieun felt more alive than ever—bold, unapologetic, and exhilaratingly free.
Her heart raced as she met your gaze, a mischievous glint flickering in her eyes, the thrill of secrecy igniting her from within. She reveled in the delicious contradiction of it all—the sweet, innocent idol adored by millions daring to indulge in something so wild, so utterly forbidden. For years, she had carried the weight of her pristine image, playing the role that everyone expected of her. But here, beneath the dim lights of the restaurant, she wasn’t IU, the nation’s sweetheart. She was simply Jieun—fearless, audacious, and savoring every electrifying second of freedom.
A rush of exhilaration coursed through her, awakening a side of herself she rarely had the chance to explore. The stakes, the risk, the sheer audacity of her actions—they made her feel untouchable. Each glance, each subtle motion felt like a quiet rebellion against the constraints of her carefully curated life. It was intoxicating, this chance to step outside her own boundaries and shed the mask she’d worn for so long.
Her gaze darted around the room, sharp and calculated, ensuring that no one had noticed her daring move. But the steady thrum of her pulse wasn’t just from the risk of being caught—it was from the power she felt in the moment. Locking eyes with you, her expression shifted to something darker, more wicked, as her lips curved into a daring smile. Her every motion dripped with confidence as she leaned forward, taking control of the situation with a provocative ease that left you speechless.
Then, without breaking eye contact, she parted her lips and let every single drop of your release fall onto her half-eaten carbonara. Her movements were deliberate as she swirled the mixture into the creamy sauce with her fork, the action slow, purposeful, and brimming with challenge. Her gaze didn’t falter, daring you to look away, daring you to stop her. Your heart pounded, your breath catching in your chest as the audacity of her act unfolded before you.
Her pulse quickened, the forbidden nature of the moment sending a rush of heat coursing through her body. She could feel her skin flush, a tingling sensation that started at her neck and crept down her spine. The mixture of shock and arousal on your face fueled her further, empowering her with a heady sense of control. This wasn’t just about defiance—it was about claiming the moment, rewriting the rules of her normally controlled and polished existence.
She brought the first bite to her lips, her fork twisting delicately as the pasta slipped between her teeth. Her quiet hum of satisfaction resonated in the small space between you, and she closed her eyes briefly, savoring the creamy texture, the saltiness of the dish, and the layered sensations that went beyond taste. Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath, the act of eating transforming into something much more deliberate, intimate.
The plate wasn’t finished with that single bite. With slow, precise movements, she reached for a slice of bread, her fingers grazing the crust as she wiped it across the plate. The sauce clung to the bread, and her hand hovered briefly, giving you a moment to take in every detail. Her thumb brushed the corner of her lips, catching a stray drop, and she brought it to her mouth, her tongue flicking out to savor the taste. The deliberate sensuality of her actions left you breathless, your throat tightening as you watched her savor every moment.
Her moan, soft and nearly inaudible, carried a weight that rippled through you. Her lashes fluttered as she took another bite of the bread, her eyes flickering between her plate and your stunned expression. The air around you felt heavy, charged with an unspoken energy that seemed to pull the two of you into a world entirely separate from the bustling restaurant around you.
“J-Jieun…” you stammered, your voice barely audible as you struggled to process what you were witnessing. She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, her lips curved into a wicked smile, the kind that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. Her gaze locked onto yours, holding you captive as she took one last, deliberate bite. The faint sheen on her lips as she licked them clean sent a fresh wave of heat through you.
Her hand moved back to the plate, her motions meticulous as she gathered the last traces of sauce. The bread soaked up every remaining bit, and she bit into it with a quiet satisfaction that left you frozen in place. Her confidence was magnetic, radiating an energy that drew your attention to every small, calculated movement she made.
The clink of silverware and the low hum of the restaurant faded into the background as you were entirely consumed by her presence. Jieun, usually so composed and polished, was utterly unrestrained. This wasn’t a moment crafted for the public—it was raw, private, and intoxicatingly real.
Just then, the waiter returned to clear the plates, his demeanor polite and professional. Jieun’s expression shifted seamlessly. Her innocent, disarming smile—the one that had charmed millions—lit up her face as she glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling with a hidden delight.
“That was the best pasta sauce I’ve ever had,” she said sweetly, her voice light and cheerful, the very picture of composure. The subtle glance she shot your way was enough to make you nearly choke on your wine, her grin sparkling with barely concealed mischief.
The waiter nodded and thanked her, oblivious as he moved on, leaving the two of you alone once more. The tension between you crackled in the air with a new found energy that left you speechless. Jieun leaned back in her chair, taking a slow sip of her water, her lips glistening as her gaze lingered on yours.
For Jieun, the moment felt like a revelation. She had stepped outside the rigid mold that had defined her for so long, reclaiming a piece of herself that no one else could see. This was an adventure she wouldn’t soon forget, a memory that would stay with her long after the night ended. Her heart swelled with a sense of freedom, the knowledge that tonight, she had lived—not as the nation’s innocent idol, but as herself.
Once the meal was finished and the table cleared, the tension between you and Jieun reached a fever pitch. Every glance, every fleeting touch throughout dinner had been building to this moment. It felt as though the two of you had been balancing on a razor’s edge of anticipation, and neither of you could wait any longer. As the waiter placed the receipt on the table, you exchanged a quick, charged look, your hearts pounding in unison.
As you stood to leave, Jieun’s fingers brushed against yours, the simple touch igniting a surge of heat that rippled through you. The two of you began making your way toward the restaurant’s back hallway, where the restrooms were discreetly located. The air between you crackled with unspoken intent, your pace quickening slightly as if each step brought you closer to the inevitable release of all the pent-up tension.
Just as you passed the bar, Jieun’s movements faltered for a split second. Her gaze flicked toward a woman seated at one of the corner tables. The woman’s profile—delicate jawline, loose waves cascading down her shoulders—was partially obscured by the low-hanging light fixtures, but it was enough to make Jieun’s breath catch. Her pulse quickened as recognition bloomed in her chest. It looked just like Seulgi.
For a brief moment, Jieun’s thoughts veered away from you. The possibility of her close friend, her fellow idol, sitting just meters away sent a nervous flutter through her. What was she doing here? Was it really her? A pang of unease clashed with the heat she still felt from your earlier teasing. Her eyes lingered on the woman for a heartbeat longer, her lips parting slightly in surprise.
“Jieun?” you murmured, glancing back as you noticed her sudden hesitation.
She blinked, her lips pressing together as if to steady herself. Shaking her head, she whispered softly, “It’s nothing.” A faint flush crept across her cheeks, though whether it was from the thought of Seulgi or the tension building between the two of you, she wasn’t entirely sure. “Let’s go.”
As she turned her focus back to you, her fingers brushed yours again, and the electricity between you reignited. The thought of Seulgi was fleeting; the pull of the moment was far too strong to resist. Whatever she’d seen—or thought she’d seen—didn’t matter now. All that mattered was the shared anticipation, the magnetic force drawing the two of you closer. Nothing else could break the spell.
Once inside the women’s restroom, the intensity reached its breaking point. The door shut behind you, and the air between you seemed to crackle with electricity. Without a word, you pulled Jieun close, your lips crashing into hers with an urgency that left no room for hesitation. Her hands gripped the back of your neck as she melted into you, her breath hitching with each movement.
Your hands slid to her thighs, gripping her firmly as you lifted her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped tightly around your waist, locking you into her as her body shifted into position. Her arms clasped behind your neck, her fingers interlacing to steady herself. She arched slightly, her body horizontal to yours as she hung off you, her back supported by your strong grip on her hips.
Jieun tilted her head back, her hair spilling in waves as her body swayed slightly with each adjustment. If she tilted her head further, she could see the world upside down, the thrilling perspective only adding to the sense of wild abandon that pulsed between you.
With one hand, you shifted her skirt higher, the silky fabric gathering around her hips to reveal the dampened lace beneath. The sight alone sent a surge of heat through your veins, your breathing growing heavier as you reached down to slide the fabric aside. The softness of her skin, already slick with arousal, was like fire against your fingertips. She gasped softly, her voice trembling with anticipation, as she instinctively pressed closer to you. Her thighs squeezed around your hips, their warmth and tension radiating through you, a silent plea for more.
The heat between her legs was unmistakable, her need palpable in the way her body trembled against yours. The faint, intoxicating scent of her arousal mingled with the cool, slightly briny air of the aquarium, creating a heady mix that left your senses spinning.
“You’re already so wet,” you whispered, your voice a low growl against her ear. Your thumb brushed lightly against her folds, feeling the slickness there. “All of this just for me?”
Jieun let out a shaky laugh, her lips curving into a wicked smile even as her breaths came faster. “You know it is,” she murmured, her voice breathy and tinged with hunger. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night.”
“Good,” you growled, your grip on her hips tightening possessively. “Because I’m not holding back anymore.”
With deliberate precision, you positioned yourself at her entrance, her body eagerly yielding as you pushed inside her with one smooth motion. The heat and tightness enveloped you, drawing a deep groan from your chest as her gasp turned into a soft, breathy moan. Her legs tightened instinctively around your waist, pulling you closer, and her back arched slightly, the motion perfectly aligning your bodies.
“Oh, my God,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with every syllable. “You feel… so good.”
You gripped her hips firmly, guiding her movements as you began to thrust, each motion sending her rocking slightly in your arms. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps, her chest pressing against you as her arms locked tightly behind your neck. The friction of her skin against yours, the flushed warmth of her cheeks, and the quiver in her voice with every moan heightened your desire.
“You like this, don’t you?” you murmured, your voice rough with need as you leaned closer, your lips grazing the delicate curve of her ear. “Hanging off me, completely at my mercy.”
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice breaking with raw desire as her head tilted back, exposing the graceful curve of her neck. “I love it… you’re so deep.”
Her hair swayed with each movement, the strands brushing against your hands as you held her firmly. The soft glow of the lights reflected in her flushed skin, her trembling frame completely in sync with you. Every thrust seemed to delve deeper, pulling louder moans and broken cries from her lips.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” you groaned, your lips trailing down to her neck. You left small, heated kisses along her skin, your teeth grazing lightly as you marked her. The faint tang of her skin, mingled with the heady scent of her arousal, lingered on your tongue, adding to the overwhelming intensity of the moment. “I could keep you like this all night.”
Her moans grew louder, her nails digging into the back of your neck as she clung to you, her body trembling uncontrollably. “God,” she breathed, her voice quivering with desperation. “You’re going to make me… I’m so close.”
Your hands dug into her hips, your movements becoming more deliberate as you pulled her onto you with each powerful thrust. The tightness of her body, the way her thighs clung to you as though she were holding on for dear life, and her cries echoing off the walls around you—all of it pushed you closer to the edge.
“You’re close?” you teased, your voice dripping with dominance as you nipped at her ear. “Then let me feel it. Let me feel you fall apart for me.”
Her body shook violently in your arms, her legs tightening as tremors began to course through her. Her breath hitched, and her cries turned into soft, desperate gasps as she teetered on the edge. “Yes… yes,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with need, her hips bucking against you in frantic, erratic motions. She was so close, the tension within her building to an unbearable crescendo—
Then, the bathroom door creaked open.
Both of you froze, your breaths catching as the sound of footsteps echoed against the tiled floor. Jieun’s hand flew to her mouth, stifling a gasp as her wide eyes met yours in panic. Her heart pounded so loudly she was certain whoever had just walked in could hear it.
The footsteps paused just outside your stall. The figure on the other side of the door lingered, and you could feel Jieun’s body tense against yours as the thrill of being caught sent a shiver through her.
Outside, Seulgi stood by the sink, her sharp gaze sweeping the room. She noticed a familiar pair of shoes peeking out from under the stall door—ones she had seen Jieun wear many times before. She stepped closer, her curiosity piqued.
Then, from inside the stall, a faint, muffled gasp slipped out, catching Seulgi’s attention. Her brow furrowed as she stopped mid-step. “Are you okay in there?” she called out, her voice tinged with genuine worry.
Jieun’s eyes widened at the sound of Seulgi’s voice. Panic flashed across her face, but the edge of excitement mingled with it. She took a quick, steadying breath, her voice trembling slightly as she replied, “Y-Yes! I’m fine!”
Seulgi tilted her head, unconvinced. “You sure? You sound… a little out of breath,” she pressed, her tone filled with concern and curiosity.
You tightened your grip on Jieun, your hands steadying her trembling frame as the heat between you built impossibly higher. Leaning in, you whispered against her ear, “She’s not leaving… Maybe you should let her hear just how fine you really feel.” Your breath was hot against her flushed skin, sending another shiver down her spine. Her thighs tightened instinctively around your hips as your teasing words pushed her closer to the edge.
Jieun’s lips parted in a soft gasp, her breath trembling as you resumed your deep, deliberate thrusts. The tight, intimate space of the stall heightened every sensation, the tension making her body more sensitive with every passing second. Her nails dug into your shoulders, her attempt to steady herself faltering as her need became overwhelming.
Seulgi knocked again, her voice cutting through the charged air. “Are you sure you’re okay in there? Should I come in and check on you?” she asked, her tone laced with concern.
Jieun’s voice wavered as she bit down on her lip, fighting to keep the telltale sounds of her pleasure in check. “No!” she said sharply, her tone a mix of panic and desperation. “I’m… I’m fine. Really.”
You leaned in closer, your lips grazing her ear as you murmured, “You’re doing so well… but she’s not buying it. Let her hear just enough.” Your hips moved harder, deeper, your thrusts slow and precise, amplifying the heat coursing through her.
“Absolutely sure?” Seulgi asked, her tone dipping with suspicion now.
Jieun struggled to respond, her voice barely steady as she whispered, “Yes… please, just go…”
Seulgi hesitated on the other side of the stall, her voice softening into a teasing lilt. “ Wait…Jieun?” she called, the curiosity in her tone unmistakable.
Jieun’s body stiffened in your arms, her wide eyes darting up to meet yours in panic. Her breathing hitched, her fingers tightening against your back. The moment froze between you, her lips forming silent protests as she desperately tried to compose herself.
The silence outside the stall stretched for a moment before the faint sound of Seulgi rummaging through her bag filled the air. “Let’s see…” she murmured, and Jieun’s entire body tensed further.
Then, the sudden chime of Jieun’s phone shattered the tension. The ringtone echoed loudly in the stall, leaving no room for doubt. Seulgi’s soft laugh followed, rich with amusement and certainty. “Ah-ha! I knew it!” she exclaimed, her tone turning playful. “Jieun, don’t even try to deny it now.”
The thrill of recognition, the undeniable fact that she’d been caught, only fueled Jieun’s excitement. Her breath hitched as the sensation inside her built impossibly fast, a crescendo she could no longer resist. Her head tilted back, her arms clasping tighter behind your neck, and her legs gripped your waist with desperate intensity. Suspended in your arms, her body was entirely under your control, each thrust driving her higher and higher. The tension inside her snapped abruptly, like a dam breaking under relentless pressure.
“Fuck!” she gasped, her voice cracking with the force of her release as her climax hit like a tidal wave, consuming her completely. Her body tensed in your grip, every muscle taut as if caught in a moment of suspended time, before trembling violently with the sheer power of her orgasm. Her back arched sharply, pressing her chest against yours, her nails digging into your shoulders in a desperate attempt to ground herself amidst the storm of sensation.
Her moans, though choked and stifled against the urgency of the moment, escaped in raw, broken gasps, each one betraying the depth of her pleasure. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably around your waist, gripping you tightly as if to hold onto the intensity coursing through her. The wet heat of her arousal soaked through, a vivid reminder of just how deeply lost she was in the moment.
You gripped her hips firmly, your fingers pressing into her soft skin as you slowed your movements, keeping her steady while her body pulsed around you. Her walls clenched rhythmically, each spasm sending aftershocks rippling through her trembling frame. Her head tilted back further, her hair spilling in loose waves as her mouth hung open, releasing breathless whimpers between shallow, uneven breaths.
Her chest heaved against yours, her flushed skin damp with the sheen of exertion, each shuddering gasp a testament to the force of her release. Her trembling legs, once locked tightly around your waist, began to relax slightly as the waves of her climax slowly began to ebb. Still, her body quaked with the lingering echoes of pleasure, the aftershocks leaving her utterly spent in your arms.
“Good girl,” you murmured, your voice low and steady, a grounding force against the chaos of her sensations. “Let it all out. I’ve got you.”
Jieun whimpered softly in response, her grip on your shoulders loosening as her body melted into yours. Her head slumped forward, resting in the crook of your neck as she clung to you, her breath warm and uneven against your skin. The final ripples of her climax left her trembling, her body completely surrendered to the safety of your embrace as the intensity gradually faded into a blissful calm.
Just as her breathing began to steady, the quiet of the stall was interrupted by a soft, amused voice that broke the moment and sent a new wave of tension through the air.
She glanced up at you, her wide eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. The reality of being caught, of Seulgi knowing exactly what was happening, sent another thrill coursing through her, even as she struggled to collect herself.
Jieun bit her lip, her chest still heaving as her gaze darted toward the stall door. Her body trembled slightly from the lingering aftershocks of her release, but her determination shone through the blush on her cheeks. After a brief hesitation, she nodded at you with shaky resolve. Releasing one hand from behind your neck, she reached out and unlocked the stall door, letting it swing open just enough.
The faint creak of the door was followed by Seulgi’s sharp intake of breath. Her gaze swept over the scene, her lips parting as her eyes widened, taking in the full picture. Jieun, leaning against you in disheveled perfection, her tousled hair framing a face flushed with both exertion and satisfaction. Her lips were swollen from kisses, and her breath came in soft, uneven gasps. The afterglow of her climax clung to her like a halo, her vulnerability mingling with the undeniable satisfaction in her posture.
Your hands remained firmly on her waist, holding her possessively against you as you watched Seulgi’s expression shift from surprise to something deeper—curiosity, intrigue, and unmistakable arousal. Seulgi’s eyes lingered, taking in every detail: the way Jieun’s head rested lightly on your shoulder, the way her chest still rose and fell with each shaky breath, the way the tension in the air crackled with unspoken possibilities.
“Wow…” Seulgi murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I… didn’t realize you two were having this much fun.”
A flicker of heat crossed her face as her gaze met Jieun’s. The intensity of the moment hung between the three of you, the shared secret drawing you closer as Seulgi’s words carried a weight that promised more to come.
Jieun’s cheeks flushed even deeper, but she didn’t look away. Her expression was a captivating mix of embarrassment and exhilaration, her lingering gaze on Seulgi carrying an unspoken acknowledgment of the moment they were all sharing. The tension hung thick in the air, a silent invitation sparking between the three of you, leaving possibilities none of you had fully anticipated.
Seulgi’s lips parted as if to speak, but instead, she leaned in slightly, her voice teasing yet laced with genuine intrigue. “Well… don’t let me stop you. But maybe… next time, let me know,” she murmured, her words hovering between jest and curiosity. A faint smile played on her lips as she stepped back, her eyes flicking between you and Jieun.
Jieun’s breath was beginning to steady, the tremors from her recent release softening into an undeniable confidence. Her initial embarrassment faded, replaced with a playful boldness. She met Seulgi’s gaze, her pulse quickening at the sight of her friend’s barely concealed intrigue. Her lips curved into a mischievous smile, her voice light yet deliberate. “Well… if you’re in the mood… maybe ‘next time’ could be now?”
Seulgi’s eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushing as the invitation sank in. The spark in Jieun’s eyes, combined with her confident posture as she leaned into you, made it clear this wasn’t a passing suggestion. Seulgi’s gaze darted between the two of you, her composure momentarily faltering as the thrill of the situation hit her.
“You’re serious?” she asked softly, her tone a mix of intrigue and nervous hesitation. Her eyes flicked to Jieun, then to you, before landing somewhere between the two of you as if searching for confirmation.
Jieun stepped forward, her confidence radiating as she gently took Seulgi’s hand in hers. “Come on,” she said softly, her tone both playful and reassuring. Without giving Seulgi much time to question it, Jieun tugged her toward the larger disability stall at the end of the restroom. With a glance back at you and a small, knowing smile, she nudged Seulgi inside, and the three of you slipped into the space together. Jieun turned the lock with a firm, decisive click, the sound seeming to seal the shared moment.
Inside the stall, Seulgi’s eyes traveled over Jieun, taking in every detail: her tousled hair, her flushed cheeks, and the easy way she leaned into you with a comfortable intimacy that felt utterly magnetic. The raw closeness of the scene left Seulgi’s pulse racing, her nerves mingling with curiosity as she stood still, unsure of what to do next.
Jieun didn’t hesitate. Moving closer to Seulgi, she offered a teasing smile, her hand brushing lightly down Seulgi’s arm in a touch that was both gentle and deliberate. “Don’t be shy, Seulgi,” Jieun murmured, her voice soft yet laced with playful confidence. “You’re with us.”
Seulgi’s cheeks grew pinker, her breath hitching slightly as she glanced down at Jieun’s hand resting lightly on her arm. “I just… I mean… I was sort of joking earlier,” she admitted, her words trailing off as her voice softened with hesitation.
Jieun let out a quiet, melodic laugh, her confidence shining as she tilted her head, her gaze warm and inviting. “Oh, I think you’re going to like this,” she replied, her tone light yet charged with meaning. Her hand slid upward, brushing a strand of hair from Seulgi’s face. Her movements were deliberate, her fingers lingering as she added in a softer voice, “Just relax.”
Before Seulgi could respond, Jieun leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, her lips lingering for a moment before pulling back. Her smile deepened as she met Seulgi’s gaze, her expression filled with encouragement and boldness. “See?” Jieun whispered, her tone playful but reassuring.
With that, the space between all three of you seemed to dissolve completely. Each touch and glance was filled with shared anticipation as Seulgi fully joined in, her hands and lips meeting yours and Jieun’s, bringing an added layer of intensity to the moment. The larger stall seemed to shrink as the three of you moved together, every movement deliberate and filled with unspoken understanding.
Inside the confined space, the air was heavy with warmth and the intoxicating blend of perfume, sweat, and raw desire. Seulgi leaned back against the tiled wall, her cheeks flushed with heat, her chest rising and falling with quickened breaths. Her wide eyes flicked between you and Jieun, glinting with a mixture of boldness and nerves. She bit her lower lip, the gesture as much an attempt to steady herself as it was an invitation.
Jieun, sensing Seulgi’s hesitance, stepped closer, her hands finding their way to Seulgi’s waist. Her touch was firm yet gentle as she began sliding her hands upward, finding the hem of Seulgi’s blouse. “Let me help,” Jieun whispered, her voice warm and encouraging as she guided the fabric up and over Seulgi’s head. Seulgi lifted her arms obediently, her lips parting slightly as her breath hitched.
The soft light of the stall illuminated Seulgi’s now-exposed skin, her collarbone glistening faintly, and the hint of nervous excitement in her eyes deepened. Jieun smiled reassuringly, leaning in to place a featherlight kiss on Seulgi’s shoulder before her hands moved lower. With practiced ease, Jieun unfastened Seulgi’s skirt, letting it pool around her ankles. Seulgi’s hands rested lightly on Jieun’s shoulders for balance, her chest rising and falling as the cool air kissed her exposed thighs.
“You’re beautiful,” Jieun murmured, her words tender but brimming with sincerity as she traced her fingers along the waistband of Seulgi’s panties, stopping just shy of pulling them down. The intimacy of the moment drew Seulgi’s gaze down to meet Jieun’s, her lips trembling slightly as she nodded silently.
Jieun leaned in, brushing her lips against Seulgi’s in a kiss that was both gentle and charged, her hands moving to steady Seulgi as she stepped out of her skirt. With one last glance up at her, Jieun pulled the delicate fabric of Seulgi’s panties down, leaving her fully bare and vulnerable between the two of you.
Seulgi shivered slightly, whether from the cool air or the overwhelming intensity of the moment, it was impossible to tell. But the way her hands instinctively reached for yours and Jieun’s spoke volumes. The three of you stood close, the weight of the moment heavy but electrifying, as Seulgi’s walls melted away completely under your shared attention.
When you positioned yourself closer, Seulgi’s voice broke the silence, soft and trembling. “Do you… have a condom?” she asked, her gaze flicking between you and Jieun. You exchanged a quick glance with Jieun, shaking your heads almost in unison.
Seulgi hesitated only for a second before her lips curved into a daring smile. Her eyes darted back to yours as she murmured, “Then… maybe we can still make this work if… we try it another way.”
Her suggestion lingered in the air, sparking a new thrill between the three of you. Moving with deliberate ease, Seulgi wrapped her arms around your neck, her body pressing closer against yours. Her skin was warm beneath your touch as she lifted one leg, hooking it high, her calf resting against your shoulder. The stretch of her body was graceful yet provocative, her other foot planted firmly on the tiled floor for balance. The position opened her to you completely, her breath hitching as your hands found her hips to steady her.
Her back arched slightly, her head tipping back against the cool wall as she adjusted to the new position. Her breath was a soft gasp, her cheeks glowing with both arousal and the vulnerability of being completely exposed. The angle gave her a sense of surrender that only heightened her excitement, her hands resting on your shoulders for support, fingers occasionally curling into your skin.
Jieun, watching with a playful smile, stepped closer. Her hands glided up Seulgi’s outstretched thigh, her touch light and teasing, drawing a soft, shuddering breath from Seulgi. “Relax,” Jieun murmured, her voice smooth and reassuring. “You’re going to love this.”
As you positioned yourself, the tip of your length pressed against the tight ring of Seulgi’s entrance. Her breath hitched sharply, her body instinctively tensing as her fingers gripped your shoulders for support. Slowly, deliberately, you began to push forward. The resistance was immediate—her muscles taut and trembling as they struggled to accommodate you. Every inch was an exploration, a careful coaxing as her body gradually yielded to the pressure, her tightness embracing you with a searing, almost overwhelming intensity.
Seulgi’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting in a silent gasp as she felt herself stretch in ways she never had before. The sensation was intense—an unfamiliar mix of pressure and fullness that sent sparks of heat coursing through her. Each millimeter seemed to awaken new nerves, her mind reeling as she adjusted to the unrelenting stretch.
“Oh…” The sound escaped her as a soft, unsteady whisper, her voice laced with awe. Her brows knitted together in concentration, her cheeks flushing deeper with every passing second. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, each exhale trembling as the pressure inside her built, sending shivers along her spine. “I didn’t think… it would feel like this…” she admitted, her voice quivering with both astonishment and growing pleasure.
Her fingers clutched at your shoulders, their grip firm as if anchoring herself against the rush of sensations. Her moans began quietly, tentative and exploratory, like a melody being discovered. But as her body softened to you, the sounds grew, confidence unfurling with each passing moment. Jieun, ever attentive, leaned closer, her soft lips finding Seulgi’s collarbone, trailing playful, delicate kisses along her flushed skin. The attention made Seulgi shudder, her breath catching as she melted further into the moment.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Jieun whispered, her voice a sultry thread of encouragement against Seulgi’s ear. The words sent a visible tremor through her, her spine arching slightly, her body instinctively moving in rhythm with yours as she nodded, her movements hesitant but full of yearning.
“Yes… he’s… so big…” Seulgi murmured breathlessly, her voice breaking into a soft moan as you deepened your pace. Her inner muscles fluttered with every purposeful thrust, the exquisite tightness heightening the intensity of every movement. Her leg, stretched high on your shoulder, offered the perfect angle for deeper, more deliberate strokes, each motion drawing a gasp or a trembling sigh from her lips. Her flushed cheeks and trembling frame spoke of the raw honesty of her surrender, the moment etched with vulnerability and desire.
The tightness of the position amplified every sensation, each thrust an intense, electric connection between you. Seulgi’s flushed cheeks glowed, her half-lidded eyes shining with vulnerability and pleasure. Jieun’s hands caressed her thigh, the warmth of her touch grounding yet teasing as she leaned in, her presence anchoring Seulgi in the storm of overwhelming sensations.
“I… I can’t believe this…” Seulgi whispered, her voice breathless and tinged with awe. Her lips brushed your shoulder as she spoke, her body trembling as she clung to you and Jieun for support, completely immersed in the moment.
Jieun’s lips pressed a gentle kiss to Seulgi’s temple, her fingers threading through Seulgi’s damp hair. “You’re doing amazing,” she murmured, her tone soft yet edged with playful confidence. The reassurance brought a flicker of a smile to Seulgi’s lips, even as another gasping cry escaped her, her body arching into your deepening rhythm.
The air around you was thick with heat and intimacy, the cramped stall brimming with a charged energy that left none of you untouched. Seulgi’s moans grew louder, her voice rising with each deliberate movement, her hands clutching you with an almost desperate intensity. Her body moved instinctively with yours, a perfect harmony of push and pull, tension and release, as she surrendered completely to the moment.
Not stopping there, Jieun slid gracefully to her knees, the cold tiles sending a slight shiver through her as the warmth radiating from Seulgi’s trembling body pulled her in. Her eyes glinted with mischief as they locked onto Seulgi’s, taking in her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and the way her breaths came in short, desperate gasps. Seulgi’s composure was completely undone, her vulnerability and desire laid bare.
“You really are breathtaking, Seulgi,” Jieun murmured, her voice a low caress that sent a visible shiver through her. The words left Seulgi speechless, her lips trembling as she tried to form a response, but only a quiet, shaky exhale escaped. Jieun smirked, trailing her fingers teasingly along Seulgi’s thighs before spreading them gently, exposing her completely.
As you maintained your deep, steady rhythm, Seulgi’s body rocked against yours, her soft cries and gasps reverberating through the confined space. Her head tilted back, her hair cascading as her lips parted further, releasing trembling breaths. Her body was taut with anticipation, every nerve heightened as she felt the building intensity.
Jieun leaned in, her warm breath brushing against Seulgi’s slick entrance, sending a jolt through her already trembling frame. With deliberate care, Jieun placed a soft, exploratory kiss against her folds, her lips moving gently over the sensitive skin. The sensation drew a broken gasp from Seulgi, her hips twitching as the unfamiliar yet overwhelming attention consumed her.
Jieun’s tongue followed, warm and languid, tracing slow, deliberate strokes along Seulgi’s folds. The taste of her arousal lingered on Jieun’s tongue as she savored each movement, her hands gripping Seulgi’s thighs firmly to hold her steady. Seulgi whimpered, her fingers clutching at your shoulders for support, her body trembling as the sensations intensified.
“Look at you,” Jieun murmured between strokes, her voice dripping with teasing admiration. “So perfect… so ready for us.”
The gentle pressure of Jieun’s tongue against her folds, combined with your deliberate, steady thrusts, pushed Seulgi closer to the edge. Her breathing became erratic, her body pressing instinctively into Jieun’s touch. The warmth of Jieun’s breath, the slick glide of her tongue, and the way you filled her deeply created a symphony of sensations that left Seulgi completely undone.
Her soft moans turned to pleading gasps, her thighs trembling in Jieun’s hold as her body gave in to the rising tide of pleasure. Each stroke of Jieun’s tongue and the firm grip of your hands guided her higher, her movements increasingly erratic as she teetered on the brink. The intensity between the three of you was electric, each moment drawing Seulgi deeper into the overwhelming heat of the moment.
Jieun’s mouth moved with deliberate care, her tongue tracing intricate patterns along Seulgi, each movement soft but purposeful. Seulgi’s body stiffened at the sensation, her breaths hitching as Jieun’s warm tongue explored her slick entrance. The delicate, tantalizing strokes made her hips roll instinctively, chasing the sensation with unrestrained need.
Seulgi’s body rocked against you, her back arching slightly as every motion elicited a soft, breathy moan that echoed off the tiled walls. Her hands clutched at your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as her head fell back, her neck arching gracefully. Her features were completely unguarded, a beautiful display of raw vulnerability and pleasure.
“Please,” she whimpered, her voice trembling and barely audible. “I… I can’t—oh my god…”
“You can take it,” you growled softly, your hands tightening on her hips to keep her steady. The authority in your voice sent a shiver through her, her body trembling with both anticipation and surrender.
Jieun’s lips curved into a knowing smile against Seulgi’s entrance before she adjusted her rhythm, her tongue flicking and gliding in perfect harmony with your deep, steady thrusts. The attention was unrelenting, every stroke of her tongue deliberate and calculated to draw Seulgi closer to the edge. Her lips brushed over Seulgi’s heated skin, pressing gentle kisses between each motion, teasing her further.
Seulgi’s cries grew higher and more desperate, her body responding with an unrestrained fervor as the tension inside her built to an unbearable peak. Her hands tightened around your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as if anchoring herself against the storm of sensations. Her legs shook against you, the tremors a physical testament to her escalating need, her entire body teetering on the edge.
“Oh, fuck!” she gasped suddenly, her voice cracking as her climax surged through her like a tidal wave. Her entire frame went rigid, her muscles tightening as if time itself had momentarily stopped. You felt it vividly—the tight ring of her ass quivered and pulsed around you, each contraction squeezing you in rhythm with her release, her body responding instinctively to the depth of your connection. The sheer intensity of it sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, the primal intimacy almost overwhelming.
Jieun, still nestled between Seulgi’s trembling thighs, felt the flood of sensation in her own way. The slick folds of Seulgi’s center quivered against Jieun’s lips, the trembling warmth transmitting every pulse of her orgasm. Jieun couldn’t help but smile against her, the quaking response like a song of pleasure only she could hear and feel. Her tongue slowed its movements, offering gentle, soothing strokes that coaxed Seulgi through the peaks and valleys of her release.
Seulgi’s body shook violently, her thighs squeezing around Jieun’s shoulders as her hands clutched desperately at you for stability. Her cries, muffled against your neck, were raw and trembling, each one punctuated by the rhythmic spasms that overtook her. The sheer force of her orgasm left her breathless, her chest heaving against yours as the ripples of her climax spread through her like aftershocks.
Her head tilted back slightly, her face glowing with the intensity of her release, her damp hair clinging to her flushed cheeks. Her lips parted as she let out a final, soft whimper, her body collapsing into your arms. The lingering tremors in her muscles and the warmth radiating from her skin made her feel utterly fragile and entirely yours in that moment.
As Seulgi’s body began to come down from her high, her trembling legs and quivering muscles spoke of the overwhelming climax she’d just experienced. Her chest rose and fell in rapid breaths, her head resting momentarily on your shoulder as her arms clung to you for stability. The aftershocks rippled through her, each small convulsion eliciting a soft gasp or whimper.
But you weren’t ready to stop. You continued to thrust into her, your movements slow but deliberate, drawing new waves of sensation from her already oversensitive body. Her nails dug into your shoulders as she let out a breathless moan, her voice laced with surprise and surrender.
“I-I’m so sensitive,” she whimpered, her voice trembling as you held her steady. Yet, even through her overstimulation, there was a flicker of hunger in her tone, a silent invitation for more.
Jieun, ever attentive, leaned in close, pressing a soft kiss to Seulgi’s temple as her fingers slid along Seulgi’s slick, trembling thighs. “You’re not done yet,” Jieun whispered, her voice teasing and sultry. “We’re going to make you feel everything.”
Slipping two inside Seulgi with practiced ease. The slick heat welcomed her instantly, and with a deft curl, she pressed against Seulgi’s g-spot, her movements precise and rhythmic. Seulgi gasped sharply, her back arching as her overstimulated nerves sparked to life again. Her moans grew louder, breathless cries that filled the stall as Jieun’s fingers pumped steadily.
“You like this, don’t you?” Jieun murmured against Seulgi’s flushed skin, her lips brushing just below her navel. “You like the way my boyfriend’s cock feels inside you. Look at how good you’re taking him.”
Seulgi’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking against both you and Jieun’s relentless rhythm. “Y-Yes,” she gasped, her voice trembling, “oh my God, yes…”
Jieun smirked, her confidence growing as she saw Seulgi unravel. Her fingers pumped faster, the slick, wet sounds echoing in the confined space. “That’s it,” Jieun whispered, her tone a mix of teasing and command. “You’re going to cum so hard for us, aren’t you? You’re going to show us just how much you love being filled like this.”
“Oh fuck… I can’t…” Seulgi whimpered, her head falling back against the stall wall, her body tightening as the overwhelming sensations built to an unbearable peak. Her cries turned desperate, her legs trembling as her free leg strained for balance while the one on your shoulder quivered violently.
Jieun’s lips descended further, her warm breath brushing Seulgi’s sensitive flesh before her mouth captured Seulgi’s clit. The sensation was immediate and devastating. Jieun’s tongue swirled and flicked with skill, her lips sealing tightly as she sucked gently, intensifying the pleasure radiating through Seulgi’s body. Her fingers inside Seulgi never faltered, each curl and thrust perfectly timed to push her closer to the edge.
“You’re going to cum for us again, one last time,” Jieun said against her, her voice muffled but dripping with authority. “Come on, let go. I want to feel you fall apart.”
The combination of Jieun’s relentless mouth, her fingers stroking Seulgi’s most sensitive spot, and your deep, steady thrusts was an intoxicating overload. Seulgi’s cries grew louder, her body jerking uncontrollably as she clutched at both of you. Her nails dug into your shoulders and Jieun’s hair as she gasped.
Her inner muscles clenched around you with an intensity that bordered on overwhelming, the rhythmic pulsing pulling you deeper into her. Her voice broke into a scream as every nerve in her body seemed to ignite with pleasure. Jieun, ever attentive, stayed locked onto Seulgi’s clit, her tongue flicking with precision, her fingers curling harder, pushing Seulgi to the precipice of an entirely new realm of sensation.
Jieun noticed how close you were as well, her keen intuition picking up on every subtle shift in your breath and movement. Lifting her head briefly from Seulgi’s clit, her lips glistening with Seulgi’s arousal, she didn’t pause for long. Her thumb immediately replaced her mouth, rubbing firm, deliberate circles over the swollen nub. Her movements were precise, each stroke designed to maintain the building tension in Seulgi’s trembling body.
Jieun’s fingers never faltered, pumping rhythmically inside Seulgi, curling just right to press against her g-spot with unrelenting precision. Seulgi’s breath hitched, her hips rocking against Jieun’s hand as her cries grew more desperate. Jieun leaned in again, her mischievous eyes flicking up to meet yours, a smirk playing at the corners of her damp lips.
Then, with a wicked glint in her eye, Jieun shifted her focus. Her tongue flicked out, delicate and teasing, as she leaned toward you. Her warm breath ghosted over your sensitive entrance before her tongue made contact, tracing slow, deliberate circles around the tight ring of muscle. The sensation was electrifying, the wet warmth of her tongue contrasting with the overwhelming tightness of Seulgi’s body clenching around you.
Jieun’s tongue moved with exquisite care, alternating between firm pressure and featherlight strokes, each flick sending a shiver up your spine. She leaned in further, her hands steady on Seulgi as she balanced herself to focus on you fully. The way her tongue explored you was intimate, her motions filled with a mixture of playfulness and intent. She seemed to delight in your reaction, her soft hum of satisfaction vibrating faintly against you.
“Fuck, Jieun,” you groaned, your voice thick with raw pleasure. Your thrusts stuttered slightly, the dual sensation of Seulgi’s tightness and Jieun’s tender caress overwhelming every nerve.
She chuckled softly, her warm breath sent shivers down your spine as her tongue continued its wicked dance against your sensitive entrance. Her deliberate, teasing strokes were maddening, contrasting perfectly with the tight heat of Seulgi wrapped around you.
Seulgi’s body trembled violently, her breath catching in desperate gasps. Her thighs quivered against you, one hooked over your shoulder as her nails clawed at your back, anchoring herself through the overwhelming sensations. Every thrust sent her closer to the edge, her cries becoming higher and more frantic. “I-I can’t—oh God, I’m so close!” she whimpered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Jieun lifted her head, pulling back from you with a wicked grin, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips. She shifted slightly, sitting back on her heels, her mischievous eyes locking onto Seulgi as she kept her thumb and fingers working with unrelenting skill. “Come on, Seulgi,” Jieun purred, her tone dripping with seduction. “Let go for us. Show me how much you like the way he fills you.”
Seulgi’s moans escalated into cries of desperation. Her muscles clenched around you tightly, her body arching as the overwhelming sensations pushed her over the precipice. “Oh my God, I’m—I’m—!” she screamed as the dam finally broke. Her climax hit like a storm, her body convulsing uncontrollably as a hot, sudden rush of fluid erupted from her, drenching Jieun completely.
The warm liquid sprayed over Jieun’s chest, face, and hair, the intensity of the release leaving Seulgi sobbing with pleasure. Her thighs trembled against you, her body went limp as she held onto you, trying to keep herself upright. “Oh fuck!” she gasped, her voice broken and raw as her body continued to quiver.
Jieun, her chest rising and falling with excitement, glanced down at herself, her lips curling into a playful smile as the liquid dripped down her skin. “Look at you,” she murmured, her voice husky and teasing. “So messy. So beautiful.”
The sight of Seulgi unraveling, her body shaking with unrestrained pleasure, was enough to tip you over the edge. Her leg, still stretched high on your shoulder, trembled violently, while the other pressed firmly against the floor for balance. Her pulsing, tight ring clenched around you, drawing you deeper into her as if her body refused to let go. The heat and rhythmic spasms of her climax were unlike anything you’d ever felt, sending you hurtling toward your own release. With a deep, guttural groan, you thrust into her one final time, the tension snapping as your release surged forward in a flood of warmth.
Seulgi’s breath hitched sharply, her nails digging into your shoulders as her body reacted to the unfamiliar sensation. Her half-lidded eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting as a soft, tremulous moan escaped her. The warmth of your release spread within her, filling her completely in a way she’d never experienced before. Her body shivered uncontrollably, her mind spinning as the sensation tipped her into a new wave of blissful aftershocks.
“Oh…wow” she murmured, her voice shaky and raw as her muscles quivered, every pulse drawing out the lingering heat inside her. The intimate sensation left her breathless, her head resting against your shoulder as she clung to you for support. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as her body instinctively responded, each flutter of her muscles milking the last remnants of your release.
As you slowly began to withdraw, the sensitivity of the moment overwhelmed her. The gradual slide of your length, slick with the evidence of your union, caused her to gasp softly, her body shivering from the sudden emptiness. The cool air against her heated skin only heightened her awareness of the loss, the contrast stark and intimate. “I can feel…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her head tilting forward in a dazed mix of wonder and exhaustion.
Her trembling legs struggled to support her as her body instinctively clenched, missing the warmth that had just left her. The sensation of your release still lingering within her was both strange and deeply satisfying, a reminder of the closeness you’d just shared.
Jieun, ever attentive, leaned forward with a soft, knowing smile. Her damp hair clung to her flushed cheeks as she trailed her lips down Seulgi’s trembling thigh, her breath warm and intimate against her oversensitive skin. With Seulgi’s leg still perched on your shoulder, her body open and exposed, Jieun moved closer, her tongue darting out to clean the traces of your release.
Seulgi’s entire body shuddered as she felt the warm, deliberate strokes of Jieun’s tongue against her stretched ring. The sensation was unlike anything she had experienced—intensely intimate and overwhelming, her muscles instinctively quivering with every pass of Jieun’s lips. The soft, wet sound of Jieun’s work, combined with the sensation of her tender scoops and lingering sucks, made Seulgi’s breath hitch. A quiet, trembling whimper escaped her as her hands reached out, weakly gripping Jieun’s hair, seeking something to ground her.
The slick warmth of Jieun’s tongue pressed delicately yet persistently, cleaning every inch of her sensitive skin. Seulgi could feel every flick and caress, her body responding involuntarily with a new wave of tremors as Jieun’s mouth worked its way methodically. Jieun’s lips brushed against the tender area, adding a mix of teasing and care that left Seulgi gasping softly, her legs threatening to give out entirely.
Once satisfied, Jieun leaned back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she licked her lips, savoring the remnants of your release and Seulgi’s arousal. Rising with a fluid grace, she moved toward Seulgi, her expression both predatory and affectionate. Reaching out, she cupped the back of Seulgi’s head, pulling her close until their faces were mere inches apart.
Seulgi’s breath hitched as Jieun closed the distance, capturing her lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. The intimacy of the act was electrifying, the lingering taste of your release mingling between them as their tongues intertwined in a fervent, hungry dance. Seulgi’s hands slid to Jieun’s waist, her grip weak but desperate as she melted into the kiss, her soft moans swallowed by Jieun’s relentless passion.
The taste of you lingered between Jieun and Seulgi, adding a raw intimacy to their kiss. It was fervent yet tender, their shared vulnerability creating a timeless moment between them. Jieun’s hand tangled in Seulgi’s hair, her grip firm but affectionate, grounding them both in the heat of the moment.
The sight was overwhelming. The way their lips moved together, the visible flick of their tongues during brief partings, and the way they shared your essence between them was intoxicating. Each flick of their tongues, every quiet gasp and hum of pleasure, felt magnetic, leaving you teetering on the edge of awe just from watching. The chemistry between them was undeniable, a perfect blend of curiosity and passion that left you captivated.
When their lips finally parted, a faint shimmer of your release still connected them, a delicate thread glistening briefly before Jieun licked it away with a soft hum, her smile warm and satisfied. She glanced at Seulgi, her eyes glowing with affection. “That was… something else,” she murmured, her voice carrying the weight of shared intimacy rather than teasing. Her tone was calm, almost reverent, as if she wanted the moment to linger.
Seulgi let out a breathy laugh, her cheeks still flushed as she leaned back against the cool stall wall for support. Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, her legs trembling slightly as she tried to compose herself. “I don’t even know what to say,” she admitted, her voice soft but laced with lingering wonder. “That was… unforgettable. Completely.”
Jieun tucked a strand of damp hair behind her ear, her own breathing still settling. “Unforgettable,” she echoed, her smile softening. “Exactly what it should be.” Her gaze shifted to you briefly, filled with warmth, before returning to Seulgi. “I’m glad you were with us.”
Seulgi nodded, a quiet laugh escaping her as she smoothed down her clothes with trembling hands. “I think I’m the lucky one here,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and sincerity. “But we should probably… you know, clean up a little before someone notices.”
Jieun let out a small laugh, nodding as she adjusted her hair and straightened her outfit. Her reflection in the mirror caught your eye, her flushed cheeks and radiant smile making your heart swell. “Alright,” she said softly, her voice steady now. “Let’s do this without looking guilty, okay?”
Seulgi smirked, her composure slowly returning. “I’ll try,” she said with a chuckle. “But no promises.”
The three of you slipped out of the stall, moving as calmly as you could manage despite the thrill buzzing in the air between you. Each shared glance carried an unspoken agreement to keep cool, but the faint smiles tugging at your lips betrayed the adrenaline still rushing through you.
Just as you neared the door to the dining area, a loud, exasperated voice rang out, cutting through the hum of the restaurant like a sharp knife.
“Ugh, it reeks of sex in here! Who the hell did this?”
The words froze you all mid-step. Jieun slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with mortified delight, barely stifling the laughter threatening to escape. Seulgi’s eyes darted to yours, her expression torn between panic and amusement. For a second, the three of you just stood there, caught like kids who’d been caught red-handed.
Then, as if on cue, the spell broke, and you bolted.
Laughter erupted from all of you as you sprinted through the dining area, the chaos unfolding in perfect synchronization. The manager’s head turned just in time to see you weaving between tables, his shout of, “Hey! Stop right there!” drowned out by the clatter of silverware and your uncontrollable laughter.
Jieun’s hand found yours, her grip firm as she tugged you forward. Her face was lit with exhilaration, her flushed cheeks glowing in the dim restaurant light. The door to the restaurant swung open with a loud bang, and the three of you burst into the cool night air.
None of you dared to look back as your footsteps echoed against the pavement. The adrenaline coursing through your veins mingled with an almost childlike joy, your collective laughter ringing out into the quiet street.
Turning a corner, you slowed to a stop, panting and leaning against the wall for support. Jieun’s head fell back, her laughter bubbling out uncontrollably, her eyes sparkling in the faint glow of a nearby streetlamp. Seulgi leaned forward, hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath, her own laughter interspersed with gasps.
“Oh my God,” Jieun gasped between breaths, her cheeks flushed with exhilaration. “Did we seriously just do that? What are we, teenagers?”
Seulgi, still laughing, shook her head. “Honestly, I’ve had wild nights before, but this? This takes the cake. You two are something else.”
Finally, your pace slowed as the street grew quieter, the laughter tapering off into soft chuckles. Seulgi stopped first, turning to face you and Jieun with a warm, mischievous smile.
“Thanks for letting me be part of this,” Seulgi said softly, breaking the quiet between the three of you. Her tone carried a sincerity that contrasted with her playful grin. She stepped closer, pressing a quick kiss to Jieun’s cheek, then yours. Her gaze lingered for a moment, her smile widening with mischief. “Don’t keep me waiting too long for the next one,” she teased, her voice light but filled with meaning.
Jieun blushed deeply but managed a smile. “We’ll let you know,” she replied, her voice tinged with warmth as she watched Seulgi step back.
Seulgi waved as she turned and headed down the street, disappearing into the glow of the city. The quiet hum of the night filled the space she left behind, and you felt Jieun’s hand tighten slightly around yours.
As you glanced down, Jieun tilted her head to meet your gaze, her eyes shimmering with unspoken gratitude. “I still can’t believe we just did that,” she murmured, her voice tinged with amazement. “I don’t think I ever would have… without you.”
You squeezed her hand, your smile soft and reassuring. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, Jieun. You’re stronger and braver than you think.”
She laughed gently, the sound carrying a mix of disbelief and joy. “It’s because of you,” she admitted, her voice wavering slightly. “You make me feel brave. You make me want to really live—not just go through the motions, but actually feel alive.”
Her words hit you deeply, stirring something in your chest. You stopped walking, turning to face her fully. Reaching up, you tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, your touch lingering. “Jieun, you’ve always had that courage. All I’ve done is show you what’s already there. And I’ll keep reminding you of that—always.”
Her lips curved into a tender smile, her eyes glistening as she leaned into your touch. “You’ve changed my life,” she whispered. “I’ve never felt more like myself than I do with you.”
Pulling her into your arms, you held her close as the cool night air swirled around you. The soft glow of the streetlights painted her face in warm tones, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how serene and radiant she looked. Her usual composed, idol-like demeanor had melted away, replaced with raw, unfiltered happiness.
“I love you,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead, the words coming effortlessly.
Her cheeks flushed, her smile softening as she looked up at you. “I love you too,” she replied, her voice steady and full of emotion. “More than I ever thought I could love anyone.”
The moment stretched as the world seemed to fade around you, leaving just the two of you beneath the open sky. Her arms looped around your neck, and you leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss that was slow and meaningful. Every touch, every movement spoke of a love that was deep and enduring, a connection that went beyond words.
When the kiss finally broke, her forehead rested lightly against yours, her breath mingling with yours. The faint hum of the city seemed to pause, giving the moment its own space to exist. Her cheeks tinged with a deeper pink as she tapped your chest playfully. “You’re too good to me.”
“Not possible,” you said with a chuckle, pulling her closer. “You’re my everything.”
The two of you stood there, wrapped in the warmth of the night and each other. It was as though time had slowed, giving you a moment to fully appreciate the love that had grown between you. As you began to walk again, her hand snug in yours, she let out a soft laugh.
“You think we’ll ever have another night like this?” she asked, her voice teasing but hopeful.
“With you? Every night feels like this,” you replied, glancing at her with a grin. “But we’ll keep raising the bar.”
Her laughter bubbled up, light and carefree, as she leaned her head against your shoulder. “You make everything feel limitless,” she said softly.
Her words filled your chest with warmth, and as the two of you walked down the quiet street, a spark of inspiration flickered in your mind. It was an idea that felt right—something that would take your shared adventures to the next chapter. You tucked it away for now, savoring the night and the woman at your side.
The city’s hum provided a gentle backdrop as Jieun glanced up at you, her eyes brimming with affection. Her hand tightened around yours, grounding you in the moment. The future felt full of promise, a canvas waiting to be painted with more memories like this—and something even greater.
Your smile deepened as you squeezed her hand a little tighter, knowing this was only the beginning.
Epilogue.
Quite a few months had passed since that unforgettable day, and though life had returned to its steady rhythm, the memories of that evening lingered like a vivid dream. They were a testament to how far Jieun had come from the quiet, reserved person she once thought she was. With you by her side, her world had expanded; her confidence had bloomed like a flower reaching toward the sun. Every day felt like an adventure waiting to unfold, brimming with possibility and love.
Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, the rooftop above the city had been transformed into a sanctuary of twinkling lights and soft, soulful music. Strings of fairy lights draped elegantly across the railing, casting a warm, golden glow that danced against the inky sky. The stars shimmered brilliantly, their light reflected in the glossy skyscraper windows. The distant hum of the city below faded into a comforting backdrop, the occasional car horn or burst of laughter adding texture to the quiet intimacy of the night.
Jieun stood by the railing, her silhouette framed by the glistening skyline. The flowing fabric of her dress fluttered gently in the evening breeze, the soft folds catching the light like ripples on a moonlit lake. Her hair moved with the wind, strands catching in the gentle currents and brushing against her glowing cheeks. Her eyes, luminous as they reflected the stars above, held a quiet joy as she gazed out at the cityscape. The faint scent of jasmine and roses, from the bouquet you’d surprised her with earlier, lingered in the air, mingling with the cool crispness of the night.
You couldn’t help but marvel at her. Even after all these years together, she still had a way of taking your breath away. Her radiance, raw and unfiltered, felt more captivating than the sprawling view beyond her—a beauty that was both effortless and deeply magnetic. As you approached, the sound of your footsteps caused her to turn, her smile soft and familiar, the kind that seemed to light up even the darkest corners of your world. She extended her hand toward you, her fingers delicate and welcoming.
“This is beautiful,” she said softly, her voice filled with a wonder that made your heart swell. Her gaze wandered over the fairy lights, the softly swaying lanterns, and the cozy table set with remnants of your earlier dinner. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time.”
“Well, it’s a special night,” you replied, intertwining your fingers with hers and pulling her closer. The warmth of her touch spread through you like a gentle fire. “You deserve the best.”
Her eyes flickered with curiosity, a playful crease forming between her brows. “What’s the occasion? You’ve been so mysterious all week.” Her tone was light, but you could see the spark of anticipation in her expression.
You smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. The silky texture slipped between your fingers like a whisper of moonlight. “You’ll see,” you said teasingly, your voice low and affectionate. “But for now, just enjoy this.”
Earlier, the two of you had shared a simple yet intimate dinner. You’d cooked together, the act filled with laughter, teasing, and the occasional brush of your hands. The rooftop now stood as a glowing testament to your love, bathed in warm, golden light, with the soft strains of her favorite songs drifting through the air. It was the perfect setting for what you had planned—the next step in a journey you both held dear.
The music shifted to a slower melody, a romantic tune that had always reminded you of her. Without a word, you took her hand and guided her into a gentle sway. She moved with you easily, her laughter light and bright as she leaned her head against your shoulder. The scent of her favorite perfume, a delicate blend of vanilla and white florals, mingled with the crisp night air, heightening the intimacy of the moment.
“Dancing under the stars,” she murmured, her voice soft and full of wonder. “You really do make everything feel magical.”
“You’re the magic,” you whispered, your lips brushing the top of her head. Her warmth against your chest, the way her body moved in sync with yours, and the way the world seemed to shrink until only the two of you remained—it was all so achingly perfect.
Her arms wrapped around your neck as you continued to sway, her cheek pressed against your chest. You could feel the rhythm of her heart, steady and strong, mirroring your own. The fairy lights twinkled in the corners of your vision, their glow reflecting in her dark, expressive eyes when she tilted her head to look up at you.
The music softened, the gentle melody wrapping around you both, and you knew it was the moment. You stopped swaying, stepping back just enough to hold her gaze, her curious smile tilting as she tried to read your expression.
“Jieun,” you began, your voice soft but steady, “these past few years have been the most incredible of my life. Every single day, you’ve shown me a kind of love and joy I never even knew existed. You make everything better, brighter, and more alive.”
Her brows knit together slightly, her lips parting as if to speak, but she stayed silent, her eyes searching yours.
Taking a deep breath, you dropped to one knee, pulling the small velvet box from your pocket. Her hand flew to her mouth as her eyes widened, shimmering with unshed tears. The fairy lights above reflected in the glistening drops as you opened the box, revealing the ring—a delicate, sparkling design you’d chosen just for her.
“You’ve made me a better person,” you continued, your voice thick with emotion. “And I want to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me. I want to laugh with you, dream with you, and face every challenge together... Jieun, will you marry me?”
For a moment, the world seemed to hang in silence. Her hand remained pressed against her mouth, her eyes wide and shimmering with tears that reflected the glow of the fairy lights around you. Then, as if the dam holding back her emotions broke all at once, she let out a high-pitched squeal, her voice trembling with joy as her laughter spilled out between sobs.
She didn’t extend her hand or wait for you to slip the ring on. Instead, with an impulsive, raw burst of emotion, she dropped to her knees, throwing her arms around your neck. The velvet box in your hand tipped slightly as she buried her face in your shoulder, her whole body trembling against yours. “Yes!” she cried, her voice muffled but bursting with happiness. “Yes! Of course, yes!”
Her embrace was tight and unrelenting, her fingers clutching the back of your shirt as if she was afraid the moment might slip away. You wrapped your arms around her, holding her close, your heart swelling with an indescribable warmth. Her tears soaked into your shirt, her soft sobs punctuated by laughter that bubbled up uncontrollably.
“You’re shaking,” you murmured, your voice full of awe as you gently rubbed her back. “Are you okay?”
“I’m—” she hiccupped, her words faltering as she pulled back just enough to look at you. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, her smile so wide it looked like it might break her face. “I’m just so happy,” she managed, her voice trembling as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. “I can’t even—” She shook her head, laughing softly through her sobs. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
With a tender smile, you reached up to brush her tears away, your thumb trailing along her damp skin. “It’s happening,” you said softly, meeting her gaze with all the love in your heart.
Still trembling, she let out a watery laugh, finally glancing down at the ring in your hand. “The ring!” she said, her voice pitching higher as she held out her hand, her fingers still shaking slightly.
You slipped the ring onto her finger with care, marveling at how perfectly it fit, as though it had been waiting for this moment all along. Her breath caught as she stared at it, her lips parting in disbelief. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “It’s… perfect.”
“Just like you,” you replied, pulling her back into your arms. She clung to you, her laughter mingling with her tears as she kissed your cheek, your neck, anywhere she could reach, her joy spilling over like a tidal wave.
“You have no idea how much this means to me,” she said through her tears, her voice soft but full of emotion. “You’ve given me everything. You’ve shown me what love is supposed to feel like.”
“And you’ve done the same to me” you replied, your voice thick with your own emotion. “You make me whole, Jieun. I’ve been waiting for this moment since the day I met you.”
She pulled back slightly, her hands coming up to frame your face. Her gaze locked onto yours, her eyes still swimming with tears but filled with a deep, unshakeable love. “I love you, so much” she whispered, her voice trembling with the sincerity of her words. “More than anything in this world.”
“I love you too,” you said, your forehead pressing gently against hers. “Forever.”
As the two of you knelt there beneath the twinkling fairy lights, the city below hummed softly, a quiet witness to the moment. The stars above seemed to shine brighter, as though celebrating your love alongside you. Jieun’s laughter, her tears, and the warmth of her touch wrapped around you like a cocoon, making the rest of the world fade into the background.
Finally, as the emotions began to settle, you both stood, your hands still entwined. The soft glow of the fairy lights played across her face, highlighting the dreamy smile that had yet to fade. She glanced down at the ring on her finger again, tilting her hand slightly to catch the light. “This feels like a dream,” she murmured, her voice tinged with wonder and disbelief.
“It’s real,” you said softly, bringing her hand to your lips and pressing a tender kiss to her knuckles. “And it’s just the beginning of our forever.”
Her smile widened, but as you gazed at her, the weight of the moment suddenly hit you harder than you expected. Your chest tightened, a swell of emotions rising so quickly it left you breathless. A lump formed in your throat as your eyes began to well, and despite your efforts to blink them away, a tear slipped down your cheek.
Jieun’s expression softened instantly, her brows knitting together in concern. “Oh, honey,” she whispered, stepping closer as her hand cupped your cheek. Her thumb brushed away the tear with infinite gentleness. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice soft and steady, laced with quiet reassurance.
You let out a shaky laugh, shaking your head as you reached up to cover her hand with yours. “It’s nothing bad,” you managed, your voice trembling with the weight of everything you felt. “It’s just… I’ve never felt this lucky. Like, what did I ever do to deserve you? To deserve this?”
Her lips parted as she took in your words, but she didn’t speak right away. Instead, she pulled you into a tight hug, wrapping her arms around you with a fierce, grounding warmth. Her head rested against your chest, her breath slow and even as if willing you to mirror her calm.
“I just…” You exhaled, your hands resting on her back as you clung to her. “You make everything feel so… right. I never imagined I’d find someone who’d see me the way you do. You’re my everything, Jieun. And knowing you feel the same… it’s overwhelming.”
She pulled back slightly, her eyes glistening as they searched yours. Her hands cupped your face, and without a word, she leaned in and kissed you deeply, pouring all her emotions into the connection. It was warm and soft, filled with unspoken comfort and a promise that she would always be there.
When she pulled back, her smile was gentle, her eyes filled with quiet understanding. She rested her forehead against yours, her hands moving to hold your shoulders as if anchoring you to her. “I love you,” she whispered, the simple words carrying the weight of everything she felt. “More than anything.”
You nodded, a soft laugh escaping you as you brought your hands up to frame her face. “I love you too,” you murmured, your voice steadier now. “I just hope I can be everything you deserve.”
“You already are,” she replied softly, shaking her head as her fingers brushed your hair. “You’ve always been.”
Her reassurance washed over you like a balm, and you pressed another kiss to her forehead, lingering as the two of you stood wrapped in each other’s warmth. For a long moment, neither of you spoke, the silence filled only with the faint hum of the city below and the quiet rustling of the breeze.
When you finally stepped back, her radiant smile returned, lighting up her face. Her hand reached for yours again, intertwining your fingers as she glanced back at the sparkling city lights. “Come on,” she said softly, tugging you toward the edge of the rooftop. “Let’s soak this in. All of it.”
You followed her, wrapping your arm around her waist as you both looked out over the view. The night was cool but welcoming, and for the first time in your life, you felt truly complete. You glanced at her, marveling at how perfectly she fit against your side, her presence grounding you in a way nothing else ever had.
“Jieun,” you said, your voice low but full of conviction. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making you happy. I swear.”
She leaned her head against your shoulder, her hand tightening around yours. “You already do,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with certainty.
The two of you stood there beneath the stars, the city a sea of glittering lights below. The moment was timeless, the love between you palpable and unshakable. And as her warmth pressed against you, you knew—this wasn’t just a new chapter. It was the story you’d been waiting to write your entire life.
A/N: Happy early Valentines to those who celebrate! And Happy early Val day too I guess. Hope you guys enjoy this little detour.
Enjoy.
“Why do you do this?”
That question always bothered you.
Maybe it’s that millisecond of stillness that pushes more adrenaline through your nerves, all of the happiness and anger and exuberance and despair and her and the volleys of neurons firing in your head so much more faster than you can comprehend—all cut short as your clutch re-engages, the roar of six hundred horsepower demanding your attention once again.
Pulling you back to reality as your machine pushes forward to its absolute limit. That last remaining RPM revving back down into the thousands, air and fuel merging, pistons hammering down at each concoction of it, the engine gasping for air as it returns to growling, the turbo pitching and whining at your command of returning to its apex.
You almost reach two hundred kilometers an hour. Wrenching you back in its grasp again.
“I don’t know.”
Because you didn’t. Not after your first race, your first win, first loss, first crash. Not when the mechanics maintaining your car were asking you about it. Not the others who stopped you at the gas stations. You always said the same three words.
Not until her. Until Jieun asked you that question.
You swerve, and the familiar feeling of being off balance shakes you once again.
She was never one to ask you of anything. Other than the simple things.
“Pick me up?”
“Make sure not to forget the eggs, please?”
“Come back safe, alright?”
“For the love of god, please stop racing!”
You can still remember the tears falling down when she asked you of that. Abandoning the one thing that you’re good at. That you’re great at. That everyone was so terrified to go up against you for.
Jieun knew how much it meant of you. And yet she still demanded it of you. A tall ask, given how much you’ve spent your life doing this.
You take a right, slowing down and letting yourself breathe again.
You brushed it off at first, thought she was simply overreacting at what happened. Close calls always happened every night you went out. She understood that, and you’ve suffered through all of it.
Bumps, crashes, accidents—you’ve seen it, lived it, patched yourself up each and every time after it. Everyone knew the risks, but she’s the only one that cared enough to tell you to stop.
You brake. Your machine dims back to one hundred kilometers an hour. And again.
“Okay.”
Perhaps that was the reason you said yes. To choose her, choose Jieun. Exchanging the thrill of watching all those beautiful machines sing at midnight for a chance of normalcy. A chance of having a peaceful life with Jieun instead of a life spent looking behind your back half the time.
And it was refreshing. Your whole world flipped upside down. The transition was rough, but Jieun made it easy.
She always did.
Go up to fifth gear. Again, letting your machine howl in the dark streets. A ghost of her laugh follows.
You stuck close to them though, even after walking away. Found a job at a car wash. Then the gas station some of your competitors frequented. Eventually got to be under one of mechanics you used to have your car maintained.
You get a few raised eyebrows when people spot you, but they don’t speak up.
Nobody ever does when it comes to you, except for Jieun.
She was a little disappointed, watching you come back to your roots, at least a little bit. Told you that you were—
“–Getting too close.”
But Jieun lets it be. She knows that she can’t make you fully ever leave that world. Tries to see the positives of it instead.
“Better you fixing them than racing them, right?”
“I guess, yeah.”
You slide through the corner, and you can hear her telling you to relax instead of the tires skidding again.
Things were looking up, for a little while. One of the older tuners took you under his wing, taught you everything you know about making a car the fastest it can be without breaking apart. Told you to trust the machine as it will you.
“It’s your partner, not a tool, got it?”
And you got good at it. Great at it. Enough to get you to pay the bills enough for the both of you. Enough to make everyone terrified of how scary you built each car you touched.
She was happy too. At least, you thought she was. You can always see the hint of sadness in her eyes when she thinks you’re not looking hard enough.
You always focused on her more than anything else in the world.
That only made what happened all the more painful.
The bright lights almost blind you going at two hundred. You can almost see her face again.
It broke you, when you saw her name on the news.
Jieun said she’d only be gone for the weekend.
“Sure you don’t wanna come with?”
“I don’t think your dad likes me.”
“Didn’t take you for a pussy.”
“Hey–”
Now you’ll never be able to hold her again. Never be able to kiss her, wake up next to her, tell her that you love her.
You didn’t know what to do, the first week after you found out. You couldn’t touch any of her things without breaking down, and your home turned into a prison of memories that only served to give you pain.
So you turned to the one thing that can hold you together.
Again, your machine lets itself be known. Letting her shriek into the night sky, releasing the rage that’s been coiling in her engine, going past two hundred fifty kilometers an hour.
You found it—her—being worked on by one of your coworkers. Dead end, they said. Too busted up to be repaired that the owner decided to sell it off to the shop for cheap.
As cheap as one could sell off a gem of a car, once you took a proper look at it.
You took over the restoration. Never let a single soul other than you to touch it once you did. Gave it a new frame, rebuilt the engine from damn near scratch, got the best parts you could get and installed them. Tuned it well, made sure she can take advantage of every single thing you’ve given her.
It was all you did, all that was in your mind instead of Jieun.
And you poured everything into her. The happiness and anger and exuberance and despair and her—imbuing it into your work. Utterly consumed by your creation, with no imperfections to see when you finished piecing her back together.
And now you’ll make her scream.
Two hundred and eighty kilometers an hour, and everything starts fading away. Only the memory of Jieun remains in your mind again.
Your first night out, everything feels so indistinguishably different. The old guard that were commonplace in your day have dwindled in numbers; the biggest crew you’ve gone up against even in a civil war of sorts. Everywhere else has been flooded with new players on the scene, wanting to make a name for themselves.
And you’re a drifter in it all. A wanderer, roaming the streets like an angry ghost. Her roars echoing along the streets, your mind barely keeping itself together.
A dark figure begins to creep its way forward, chasing you down the highway. Its headlights familiar, almost like an old friend welcoming you back into a world you’ve almost forgotten.
You can see it clearly now. The simple gray metal, the carbon spoiler keeping it grounded. Malice radiates off of it, the aura suffocating you. She keeps you together, holding you in her embrace again.
The headlights blink behind you, and you wonder what they must feel, seeing you again here after so long.
The both of you slow down to a crawl, and Jieun whispers in your ear.
“Make them know who I am.”
An agreement has been made. In a blink of an eye you’re pushing her past three hundred kilometers an hour.
You let Jieun screech into the midnight again.
“I will.”
—
“Come on, there’s gotta be a reason.”
“Seriously, Jieun, I really don’t know.”
“Everyone’s got a reason for doing anything.”
“It just happens, I guess.”
“Nothing ‘just happens’. Tell me.”
“You are a persistent little thing, aren’t you?”
“You love me for it.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
“...So?”
“So what?”
“Are you gonna tell me?”
“It–well–”
“Take your time.”
“Ha, ha.”
“I guess it–it feels like I’m at peace.”
“What do you mean?”
“When I get in my car, my body just relaxes. Like I can do anything when I’m inside of it going a hundred and eighty on the freeway because everything just fades away. The issues, the noise, everything just–gone. Just the feeling of it pulling me closer to the edge. Whatever that edge is. All that matters is me and the car.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“...I think I get it.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah.”
“Because it’s the same thing I feel when I’m with you.”
The hotel suite hummed with low, artificial air and no human warmth.
Ji-eun kicked off her heels before the door even latched behind her. One rolled under the armchair, forgotten like the smile she’d worn all day. Her phone buzzed with a new message—probably her manager. She didn’t look.
All she saw was the bed. A towering king wrapped in white sheets too clean to feel real. All she felt was the weight pressing between her eyes, down her shoulders, through her ribs like concrete poured slowly inside her bones. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast. She’d smiled through three interviews, two costume changes, and a stage rehearsal that ran long because a male guest artist couldn’t stop flirting. The audience had roared. The lights had burned her skin. The fake lashes had itched like hell.
And her boyfriend hadn’t picked up when she called him from the van.
Connection failed. Again.
She slumped down onto the end of the bed, unbuttoning her blouse with stiff, tired fingers. The satin clung to her like static, tacky with dried sweat. She peeled it off, then unclasped her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders and onto the floor with a thud. She flung it toward the suitcase she hadn’t unpacked. Missed.
The mirror across the room reflected a woman who looked composed. Toned stomach rising with each breath. Sharp collarbones catching the dull light. Smooth skin pulled over long lines of tension. But inside, she was pulsing. Not just with stress. With need. A gnawing, hollow, aching heat that hadn’t let up in days. It buzzed low in her belly, curled between her thighs.
She missed his hands.
The way he grabbed her hair when she was on top, knuckles white with need. The way he cupped her breast, warm palm spreading wide, thumb teasing her nipple until she arched into him. The way he whispered, gravelly and possessive, "You’re mine when you come. Say it."
She pressed her thighs together. A sharp pulse shot through her core.
He should be here.
She stood and stripped off her pants and panties. Her pussy was already slick, the air hitting her folds like a sigh. Swollen. Sensitive. Aching. She crawled into bed naked, the sheets cool against her skin, nipples tightening from the contrast.
She closed her eyes. Let the silence press in. Let the room cradle her.
She reached down between her legs, fingers slow, exploratory. Her middle finger slid along her slit, parting soft folds already glimmering with heat. She moaned at the contact—a breathless, startled sound. She rubbed slow circles over her clit, pressure blooming in tight, molten spirals.
Her head fell back against the pillow as she imagined his voice. "Open wider. Let me see that messy little pussy."
She obeyed the ghost of him, spreading her knees until the muscles quivered from the strain. Her other hand moved to her breast, kneading hard. Her palm was cool against the flushed heat of her skin. She pinched her nipple between her fingers until it throbbed. The sting sent a hot jolt straight to her cunt.
"Wish it was your cock," she whispered, voice ragged, fingers working faster now. "Fuck, I’d ride you so hard tonight..."
She was soaked—slick pooling beneath her, dripping onto the sheets. Her fingers slid easily through the heat, squelching with every pass. She didn’t care. She wanted it messy. Wanted him to feel it, even from a distance.
She pulled her knees up, planted her feet wide on the mattress, thighs parted shamelessly, and drove two fingers deep inside. Her pussy clenched around them greedily. Her hips jerked from the pressure.
"Yes—fuck—deeper, baby—stretch me—"
She imagined his weight pinning her down, his mouth hot against her throat, his voice in her ear telling her to take it, to come on his cock like a good girl.
Her rhythm grew frantic. Her fingers pumped hard, the heel of her palm grinding tight against her clit. Her thighs shook, toes curling, every muscle wound tight.
Then it hit.
The orgasm slammed through her like a crashing wave. Her back arched off the bed, hips bucking violently. With a sharp cry, her body gave in.
A hot gush of liquid spilled from her, splashing onto her fingers, thighs, and the pristine white sheets. She writhed through it, fucking herself through every convulsion, moaning with each pulse. Her squirt left a wide, glistening patch between her legs.
"Fuck—fuck, baby—look what you do to me," she gasped, throat catching, chest rising and falling in sharp, ragged waves. "I can’t stop."
And she didn’t.
She kept rubbing her clit, greedy for more, her fingers slippery and soaked. The aftershocks rolled through her in tremors. Another climax fluttered low in her belly. Her hips stuttered. Her breath hitched. Her slick spilled down onto her wrist.
When it finally ended, she collapsed sideways, body boneless, one hand still buried between her legs, the other pressed flat to her belly.
She stared at the ceiling, eyes glassy. Her skin glowed, flushed and wet. The sheets beneath her stuck to her thighs.
She didn’t feel better. Not really.
But she felt real. Raw. And for the first time all day, Ji-eun wasn’t pretending.
Jinmu looked around as IU’s palette was filming, and now the production staff was taking a break as the artists were busy recording their performances inside the recording studio. So he had time to wander around looking for his girlfriend. He never thought he would work for IU, the national sweetheart of Korea. When he was first accepted into EDAM Entertainment, he was overjoyed to have the opportunity to see IU in person.
Being a hardcore fan for many years, He still remembers the first time he saw her. She was indeed stunning, beautiful, and that smile was enough to eclipse many other celebrities. She was genuinely kind to her coworkers, even treating them to food and drinks during their busy schedules.
He even met his girlfriend here, Yeong seo, who was IU’s stylist. Another hardcore fan of hers, who always had many things to say about her favourite Idol, and during one company dinner, they hit it off and started dating. She was much closer to IU than he was, who was one of the production staff, so the chances of him meeting IU were very slim, and he had only spoken to her one or two times. She had an incredible Aura to go with her beauty, the confidence of a woman who had conquered all in the entertainment industry, whether it be singing, acting, or variety, becoming the undisputed queen in Korea.
He walked around and saw a sexy, beautiful figure standing in front of the snack table, choosing. Jinmu smiled, looking at her backside and those ass cheeks slightly visible under the white skirt. His girlfriend, Yeong Seo, had deliberately chosen the same dress as IU, flaunting their close friendship. She looked stunning in her lilac shirt and matching white skirt.
He went behind her silently, enjoying her sexy body and those ass cheeks flashing in his eyes every time she bent down to take some snacks from the table. He hugged her from behind, burying his neck on her neck, smelling her scent. He was surprised that he didn’t recognize the scent she was wearing, but it smelled better than anything she had worn before. He ground his hips on her ass and his hands on her waist started teasing her stomach over the shirt.
Jinmu's hands began to roam, tracing the curves of her waist and dipping lower to tease the soft skin just above her skirt. His fingers lightly grazed her abs, feeling the firm muscles beneath the thin fabric of her shirt. He moved higher, his touch becoming more deliberate, as he brushed the underside of her breasts, feeling their weight and fullness. His breath grew heavier, his heart racing as he inhaled her unfamiliar yet intoxicating scent, his face buried in the crook of her neck.
"Yeong Seo," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, "Did you change your perfume? It's... intoxicating."
IU, caught off guard, was about to turn around and confront the stranger when she felt his hips press firmly against her, the hardness of his arousal unmistakable through his pants. His hands, now more confident, began to explore her body, tracing the curves of her hips and waist, making her gasp. His breath, hot and heavy, sent shivers down her spine, and she found herself helpless, unable to move or speak.
As his hands moved higher, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her shirt, she felt a surge of something unfamiliar yet thrilling. The realization that she was being mistaken for someone else, that this man was taking liberties with her body, should have enraged her. But instead, she felt a strange excitement, a dark thrill that she had never experienced before.
"Yeong Seo," he whispered again, his voice husky with need, as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, making them harden beneath the fabric. "I've missed you so much."
IU, the queen of K-pop, found herself in a situation she never imagined—being taken advantage of, her body responding to a stranger's touch in ways she never knew possible. The confusion and the thrill of the moment left her breathless, her mind racing with thoughts of what might happen next. She realized that she had a hidden fetish, one that she had never explored before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.
IU tried to make a sound, to protest, but the words caught in her throat. In a swift, dominant move, the man's hand wrapped around her neck, not tight enough to harm but firm enough to control. She trembled, a moan escaping her lips as a wave of unexpected pleasure coursed through her. The sensation of his strong hand squeezing her throat sent her senses into overdrive, her body responding in ways she had never experienced before. She was surprised by her own reaction, the way her body betrayed her, arching slightly into his touch.
"Shh, Yeong Seo," he murmured, his voice a low growl in her ear. "I know you like it when I squeeze you like this. You love it when I take control."
His other hand, meanwhile, was a master of teasing, running slow, deliberate circles around her nipples, making her shudder with each pass. Her breasts ached, her nipples hardening into tight buds, begging for more. She could feel the heat of his touch, the electricity that sparked between them, making her skin tingle and her body yearn for more.
She was caught in a whirlwind of sensations, her mind a blur of confusion and desire. The man behind her was so sure, so confident in his actions, and it was both terrifying and thrilling. She had never felt this way before, so vulnerable and yet so empowered, her body responding to every touch, every squeeze, every whisper.
"Tell me you like it," he demanded, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "Tell me you want more."
IU bit her lip, her body trembling with need. She couldn't believe the words that were about to leave her lips, but she knew they were true. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "More."
Her body was on fire, her nipples aching for his touch, her throat throbbing with each beat of her heart. She was lost in the moment, a prisoner to the sensations that were overwhelming her, and she didn't want it to end. The man behind her was a stranger, and yet he knew her body better than she knew herself.
Slowly, his hands snaked beneath her shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist. She held her breath, anticipating his next move, her heart pounding in her chest. When his hands finally cupped her breasts, she let out a soft gasp. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. To his surprise, she was not wearing a bra, and her perky, round breasts fit perfectly in his hands.
He squeezed gently, his fingers brushing against her sensitive nipples, making her body tremble with each touch. She arched her back, pressing herself against him, craving more of his touch. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear.
"You're such a naughty girl, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice laced with desire. "Teasing everyone with those perfect tits, barely concealed under your dress. I've been watching you, you know. I've been imagining this moment, imagining how it would feel to have you like this, at my mercy."
IU's mind raced, her thoughts a jumbled mess of pleasure and confusion. She had never been with a stranger like this; she had never allowed herself to be so vulnerable. But something was intoxicating about it, something that made her want more.
"Please," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. "Don't stop."
He chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Oh, I won't stop, my little tease. Not until you're begging for more."
His hands continued to explore her body, his touch both gentle and demanding. She was lost in the sensations, her body aching with need, her mind a blur of pleasure and desire. She didn't want it to end, didn't want to leave this moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. And as he continued to whisper naughty words in her ear, she realized that she didn't care if he thought she was someone else. In this moment, she was his, and that was all that mattered.
She was lost in the moment, her body aching with need, her mind a blur of pleasure and desire. Her hands, trembling with anticipation, slowly traced the outline of his thick, hard cock through his tracks. She could feel the heat of him, the promise of what was to come, and it sent waves of excitement coursing through her body. He was turned on, she could tell, his breath hitching as her fingers explored him.
His hands, meanwhile, were still cupping and teasing her breasts, his fingers rolling her nipples between them, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She moaned, her body trembling, her balance almost lost as he pulled and twisted, his touch both gentle and demanding.
Her hands, growing bolder, began to rub against his hard-on, feeling the length and thickness of him through the thin fabric of his tracks. He let out a low groan, his hips bucking slightly against her touch. She smiled to herself, her confidence growing with each stroke.
He had heard from her stylist how much Young Seo loved her boyfriend, but IU had never taken it seriously. After all, he was just a production staff member, someone she barely noticed. But now, with his cock throbbing in her hands, she realized just how lucky her stylist was. To have all this meat to herself, to be the one to satisfy his every need...
A funny thought crossed her mind. If her boss wasn't around, wouldn't it be better to share him? That way, both of them could be happy. IU had always gone after whatever caught her fancy, and this man behind her was no exception. She had grown up poor, and as she grew older, she learned that whatever she wanted, she had to work for it. And now, this man belonged to her.
Even if he had a girlfriend, who cared? Who would reject fucking her unless they were crazy? She was IU, after all, and she always got what she wanted. Her hands continued to stroke him, her body pressing back against him, inviting him to take her, to claim her as his own.
IU moaned, her body aching with need. She wanted him, wanted him more than anything. And as his hands continued to tease and torment her breasts, she knew that she would do whatever it took to have him. Whatever it took to satisfy this insatiable hunger that was consuming her.
Her hands, driven by a mix of curiosity and desire, slowly slipped inside his boxers from behind, her fingers tracing the outline of his thick cock. He was still semi-hard, but the size of him was impressive, filling her small hand completely. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the promise of what was to come sending shivers down her spine.
His hands, meanwhile, were exploring her body, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, kneading and fondling them with a possessive intensity. "Your gym training has definitely paid off," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "You've got such a tight ass, it's driving me wild."
IU bit her lip, her body trembling with need. His words, his touch, it was all too much. Her mind was a whirlwind of sensations, her body aching for more. She could feel his hot breath against her ear, his teeth nipping at her earlobe, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She moaned softly, her body reacting to his touch, her knees almost buckling beneath her.
His other hand, the one not occupied with her ass, was tracing lines along her inner thigh, his touch light and teasing. She could feel the dampness between her legs, her panties growing wetter with each passing second. The realization that she was being groped and teased by her stylist's boyfriend, while Young Seo was preparing her dress, sent a thrill of excitement through her. She felt a bit guilty, but the guilt was quickly overshadowed by the intense desire coursing through her veins.
The years of maintaining a strong, bold persona had been tiring, and now, being manhandled by this man, she felt a sense of liberation. She was no longer the IU everyone knew, the confident, in-control performer. She was a woman, vulnerable and needy, and she loved every second of it.
Her panties were drenched, her pussy juices soaking through the thin fabric. She could feel the wetness, the heat, and it only served to heighten her arousal. She wanted him, wanted him more than anything. And as his hands continued to explore her body, his cock growing harder in her hand, she knew that she would do whatever it took to have him.
His fingers, driven by a mix of curiosity and desire, traced the outline of her pussy lips through her panties, teasing and tantalizing her. She shuddered in his arms, her body hypersensitive from all the teasing, her mind a whirlwind of sensations. Her pussy was throbbing, aching for his touch, her body trembling with need.
Her hands, meanwhile, were exploring his cock, her fingers running over his thick head, feeling the pre-cum staining her hands. It was a heady sensation, knowing that she was the cause of his arousal, that her touch was driving him wild.
The chatter from the other room, the distant sounds of her colleagues preparing for the shoot, only served to heighten the eroticism of the moment. It was a secret, a forbidden pleasure, and it made her want him even more.
He raised his fingers in front of her, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "Look at how wet you are," he whispered, his fingers glistening with her juices. "I've never seen you like this before."
IU gasped, her eyes widening as she saw the evidence of her arousal. Her pussy was leaking, her juices coating his fingers, and it was a sight that sent a thrill of excitement through her. She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the air, and then, without a second thought, she brought his fingers to her mouth, sucking and licking them clean.
Her tongue ran along his fingers, tasting herself, savoring the salty-sweet flavor of her own arousal. He groaned, his hips bucking against her touch, his cock throbbing in her hand. It was a heady sensation, knowing that she had this power over him, that she could drive him to the brink of insanity with just a touch, a taste.
"Wh-what happened to you, Young Seo?" he stammered, his voice laced with desire and confusion. "You've never been this naughty before."
IU moaned, her body trembling as his fingers slipped inside her, tasting herself on them. She was more naughty, more bold than his girlfriend, and the thought sent a thrill of satisfaction through her. She was IU, after all, and she always got what she wanted. And right now, she wanted him, wanted him more than anything.
He grabbed her hand, the one that was stroking his cock, and guided it to pull his throbbing member out of his boxers. His other hand traced along her outer thigh, the touch light and teasing, sending shivers down her spine. Slowly, his fingers slipped under her skirt, hooking onto the waistband of her panties. With a gentle tug, he stripped them down, the fabric catching on her hips before falling to the floor.
As her panties slid down, a thread of her juices stretched from her pussy to the fabric, a testament to her arousal. She shivered, feeling the cool air graze her exposed pussy lips, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. She moaned softly, her body trembling with anticipation.
He brought his cock to her inner thigh, the hot, hard length of him rubbing against her sensitive skin. She bit her lip, her body reacting to his touch, her mind a whirlwind of sensations. The feel of his cock, coated in her juices, was intoxicating, and she found herself craving more.
"Does she want it inside her?" he asked, his voice a low rumble against her ear. But IU didn't answer, afraid that if she did, he would realize she wasn't his girlfriend. The thought sent a thrill of excitement and fear through her, her body aching with need.
Not getting an answer, he chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down her spine. He started teasing her again, his cock rubbing along her inner thigh, fucking her with each thrust. She moaned, her body responding to his touch, her hips bucking against him.
The sensation of his cock, hot and hard, rubbing against her pussy was almost too much to bear. Her body was on fire, her mind a blur of pleasure and desire. She could feel his thickness, the promise of what was to come, and it was driving her wild.
Slowly, she started rocking her hips back, matching his rhythm, her body craving more. She gasped with each thrust, her body trembling, her mind a whirlwind of sensations. The feel of his cock, the promise of what was to come, it was all too much.
The sudden sound of footsteps approaching sent a jolt of panic through them. In a swift movement, he pushed her behind the cardboard screen that was covering the other part of the room, his cock still nestled between her thighs. They both hid, their bodies pressed tightly together, the heat of their arousal mingling with the fear of being caught.
He could hear two people talking about their program, their voices echoing in the room. They were standing right where they had been, and he could feel her body squirming in his hold, her hips rocking against him, her body craving more. He managed to suppress his groan, his body trembling with need and fear.
He turned her around, expecting to see his girlfriend, but when he saw the extremely beautiful and regal face of IU, now covered in lust and so turned on, he almost lost control. He almost screamed, but her fair, saintly hands covered his mouth just in time. Her thighs continued to rub against his cock, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through his body.
"Shh," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Don't make a sound."
He nodded, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief. His thoughts raced, a jumble of confusion and fear. Up to this time, he had been molesting and fondling IU, the princess of Korea, and not his girlfriend. His whole body shivered from fear. This was his boss, one of the most powerful women in Korean entertainment, and if she took a bad view of the situation, his production life was over.
He was in trouble now, that much was clear. He had been caught in a compromising position with IU, the princess of Korea, his boss, and one of the most powerful women in the entertainment industry. His mind raced, trying to piece together the implications of what had just happened.
As he stood there, his cock still rock hard, his hips still moving, fucking her thighs with a desperate intensity, he realized that he was in way over his head. He had been so caught up in the moment, so consumed by his desire, that he hadn't stopped to think about the consequences. And now, he was paying the price.
IU, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying his discomfort. She smiled, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. She knew that she had him right where she wanted him, and she wasn't about to let him go.
"Well, well, well," she purred, her voice a low, husky whisper. "Looks like you're in a bit of trouble now, aren't you?"
He nodded, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. He was in trouble, big trouble, and he had no idea how to get out of it. But as he looked into her eyes, he saw the desire and the power that radiated from her, and he realized that he didn't want to get out of it. He wanted to stay right here, in this moment, with her.
She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "You know, I could make this go away," she whispered. "I could forget all about this little incident, and we could go back to the way things were. But there's a price."
He swallowed hard, his throat dry. "What's the price?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
She smiled, a slow, seductive smile that sent shivers down his spine. "You," she said simply. "You're the price. You're mine, now, and you'll do whatever I say. Understood?"
He nodded, his body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. He was in trouble, big trouble, but he was also in paradise. And as he looked into her eyes, he saw the promise of pleasure and power; he knew that he would do whatever it took to stay right here, with her.
IU smiled, seeing his nervousness. The confident, arrogant man was reduced to a trembling mess, and yet, surprisingly, his cock was still rock hard, his hips still moving, fucking her thighs. The girthy, thick meat of his cock caressed her sexy, milky thighs, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.
She was amazed at how his body responded to her, how his cock seemed to have a mind of its own. Despite the fear and the danger of being caught, his desire for her was undeniable, and it sent a thrill of satisfaction through her. She was IU, after all, and she always got what she wanted. And right now, she wanted him, wanted him more than anything.
She pulled him close by his shirt, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, her voice a low, seductive purr. "You were so arrogant and handsy before, but now, seeing me, all that confidence has drained away, hasn't it?"
Her hands continued to stroke his cock, her touch both gentle and demanding. "But this thing," she murmured, her fingers tracing the length of him, "this thing is craving for more."
She slowly licked his earlobe, her tongue hot and wet against his skin. He shuddered, his body trembling with need, his cock twitching in her hands. She smirked, feeling his response, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
He could smell her, the intoxicating scent of her arousal, and he could feel the heat emanating from her body, a heat that matched his own. He remembered her wetness, the way her juices had coated his fingers, and he remembered her heavy breaths, the way her body had responded to his touch.
The queen was turned on, and the fact that he was the one to do it, the one to bring her to this state of arousal, filled him with a newfound confidence. His hands went around, groping her ass cheeks, kneading and squeezing them with a possessive intensity. She groaned, her body pressing back against him, inviting him to take more.
"Looks like you do have some courage left," she purred, her voice laced with approval and desire.
He decided to take his chance, his only chance. Maybe, after she had used him for her pleasure, she would throw him away, cancel him. But what if there was a slight chance that he could make her crave for him? What if he could make her want him as much as he wanted her? That would be like reaching heaven.
He knew she liked being dominated, liked being fucked hard, and that was exactly what he was going to do to her. He was going to give her a night she would never forget, a night that would leave her begging for more.
With a growl, he spun her around, his hands gripping her hips, his cock pressing against her ass. She gasped, her body trembling with anticipation, her mind a whirlwind of sensations. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear.
"Is this what you want, my queen?" he whispered, his voice a low, demanding rumble. "Do you want me to fuck you hard, to make you scream?"
She moaned, her body arching back against him, her ass pressing against his cock. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Yes, I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me scream."
And with that, he took her, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding into her wet, waiting pussy. She cried out, her body trembling, her mind a blur of pleasure and desire. And as he started to move, his hips thrusting in a rhythm that was both demanding and demanding, he knew that he had her, that she was his, and that he would do whatever it took to keep her that way.
He could feel her tight, hot pussy wrapped around his cock, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He started to move, slowly at first, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding in and out of her wet, waiting pussy. He could feel her body responding to his touch, her pussy walls clenching and unclenching, molding to the shape of his cock.
With each thrust, she moaned, her body trembling and shivering, her mind a blur of sensations. The chatter from the other side of the room, the distant sounds of her colleagues, only served to heighten the eroticism of the moment, making her suppress her moans, her body trembling with the effort.
His cock, hard and thick, slid under her skirt, the fabric rustling with each movement. Her slender hands wrapped around his neck, her nails digging into his skin, her body bouncing with each thrust, her gasps filling the air.
He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back, stretching her neck. She moaned, her eyes closing, her body arching back against him. He buried his head in her nape, inhaling her scent, a heady mix of sweat and arousal. His hips stopped, his cock halfway inside her, leaving her itching for more, craving the fullness of him.
He licked her neck, his tongue hot and wet against her skin, nibbling and sucking, leaving marks on her delicate flesh. She tried to fuck him herself, her hips moving, her body begging for more, but he held her in place, his grip on her hair tight, his control absolute.
"Please," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, give me more. I need more."
And with that, he started to move again, his hips thrusting in a rhythm that was both demanding and relentless. He could feel her body responding to his touch, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock, her body trembling and shivering with each thrust. And as he fucked her, his body slamming against hers, his cock filling her completely,
He finally let her have it, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding deep inside her, filling her completely. His fingers, deft and teasing, started to unbutton her shirt, one button at a time. With each button, his fingers traced along her chest, her cleavage, her stomach, until finally, her perky boobs were revealed, bouncing perfectly with each grind of her hips against his.
Her boobs were a perfect handful, round and soft, with nipple tapes covering her rock-hard nipples. He had heard from his girlfriend that IU hated wearing bras, and even now, as she was fucking him, her boobs bounced freely, the sight sending waves of desire coursing through his body.
He lowered his mouth, his tongue circling around her nipples, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Her body arched back in his hands, her moans filling the tiny space, muffled and desperate. Her thighs tightened around his hips, ensuring that his cock went even deeper, her body craving more.
He licked his way down her abs, his hands clutching onto her tight ass cheeks, his fingers flicking and groping her breasts. He could feel her pussy tightening around his cock, her body trembling with each thrust, her mind a blur of sensations. He knew she was near, and the realization sent a thrill of excitement through him.
He started to pound inside her faster, his hips moving in a rhythm that was both demanding and relentless. His hands, meanwhile, were pulling and licking her body faster, his touch both gentle and demanding, his fingers teasing and tormenting her sensitive flesh.
Her moans grew louder, her body trembling and shivering, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and desire. She was close, so close, and he could feel it, could feel her body responding to his touch, her pussy clenching and unclenching around his cock.
"Come for me, my queen," he whispered, his voice a low, demanding rumble. "Come for me, now."
And with that, she did, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his cock, her mind a blur of sensations. He followed soon after, his own release washing over him, his body trembling and shivering, his mind a whirlwind of pleasure and satisfaction.
Finally, her body tensed, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came, her orgasm intense and overwhelming. Her back arched, her breasts heaving, her nipples straining against the nipple tapes. Her thighs trembled, her body shaking with the force of her release, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and satisfaction.
He could feel her pussy pulsing around him, the sensation almost too much to bear. He held on, his hands still on her boobs, playing and teasing, his fingers rolling her nipples between them, his touch both gentle and demanding. Her body was a vision of sex, her skin flushed, her hair disheveled, her eyes glazed with desire and satisfaction.
As the waves of her orgasm subsided, her body lost strength, her legs giving out beneath her. She slid down his body, her back against his chest, her ass pressing against his cock. He helped her to the floor, her body limp and sated, her mind a blur of sensations.
His cock, still hard and throbbing, stood in full glory, a testament to the intensity of their encounter. She looked at it, her eyes wide with wonder and desire, her mind racing with thoughts of their future together.
She thought about fucking her stylist's thick cock, about finally climaxing during sex after so many years of emptiness and frustration. The thought sent a thrill of satisfaction through her, a sense of accomplishment and empowerment. She was IU, after all, and she always got what she wanted.
And as she looked at his cock, she saw the promise of pleasure and power, and she made a decision. She would continue their affair, would take what she wanted, when she wanted it. And she would do it all without her stylist knowing, a secret pleasure, a forbidden fruit that was all hers.
She reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock, her fingers tracing the length of him. He groaned, his hips bucking against her touch, his body responding to her touch, her command. And as she started to stroke him, her mind made up, her body ready for more, she knew that she had him, that he was hers, and that she would do whatever it took to keep him that way.
Her bold personality shone through as she teased him, her hand wrapping around his cock, her fingers tracing the length of him. "You know," she purred, her voice a low, seductive purr, "I absolutely love fucking you. You're such a scumbag for cheating on your girlfriend, but damn, you know how to use this thing."
She stroked him, her hand moving up and down his shaft, her touch both gentle and demanding. Her other hand played with his balls, her fingers rolling them between them, her touch teasing and tormenting. He groaned, his hips bucking against her touch, his body responding to her command.
His hands, meanwhile, were teasing his sensitive head, his fingers tracing the crown, his touch light and teasing. He could feel the pleasure building, his body trembling with anticipation, his mind a whirlwind of sensations.
She could feel it, could feel him getting closer, his body tensing, his breath hitching. She stroked him faster, her hand moving in a rhythm that was both demanding and relentless. And with a groan, he came, his cock pulsing in her hand, stream after stream of cum spilling out, pooling in her palm.
She looked at him, a grin spreading across her face as she held up her palm, the evidence of his pleasure glistening in the dim light. "Well, well, well," she purred, her voice laced with satisfaction and amusement. "Look at all that. Do you always cum this much?"
He nodded, his body still trembling, his mind a blur of pleasure and satisfaction. "Yes," he gasped, his voice barely audible. "Every time."
She chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Hmm, I wonder how your girlfriend hasn't gotten pregnant yet. With all this cream pieing, it's a miracle she's not knocked up."
He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe she just likes the taste too much to let it go to waste."
She laughed, a sound that was both seductive and mischievous. "Well, I certainly don't mind tasting it. I think I might just do that right now."
And with that, she leaned in, her tongue darting out, licking the cum from her palm, her eyes never leaving his. And as she tasted him, she savored the salty-sweet flavor of his pleasure.
As she licked the last drops of his cum from her palm, her eyes locked onto his, a fierce possessiveness burning in her gaze. She stood up, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of their encounter, and straddled him, her thighs wrapping around his waist. His cock, still semi-hard, pressed against her inner thigh, a promise of more to come.
"Tell me," she whispered, her voice a low, demanding purr as she leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. "Will you think about me when you're with her? Will you imagine it's me you're fucking?"
He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his mind racing. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "All the time. I will not stop thinking about you, about this."
She smirked, a slow, seductive smile that sent shivers down his spine. "Good," she purred. "Because I want you to. I want you to think about me, to dream about me, to crave me. I want to be the only one on your mind when you're with her."
Her hands roamed his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, teasing and tormenting him. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his, her tongue darting out to taste him.
The next day, his girlfriend skipped into their house, her face flushed with excitement and happiness. "Guess what!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with joy. "IU spotted you at work and noticed how good you are. She's decided to give you a promotion as her personal PD!"
He smirked, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face as he listened to her chatter. "Is that so?" he murmured, his voice laced with amusement and satisfaction. "How... convenient."
His mind drifted back to the previous night, to the intense, passionate encounter with IU. He could still feel her body against his, could still taste her on his lips, could still smell her scent on his skin. The promotion, he knew, was not a result of his work, but of his thick, large cock and the pleasure it had given her.
"She must have really been impressed," his girlfriend continued, her voice bubbling with pride. "I mean, IU doesn't just hand out promotions like that. You must have done something really amazing."
He chuckled, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Oh, I did something amazing, alright," he thought to himself, his cock twitching at the memory. "Something that will keep me ahead in life, that's for sure."
As his girlfriend rambled on about the promotion and the opportunities it would bring, he simply nodded, a smug smile playing on his lips. He knew the truth, and that was all that mattered. IU had given him this promotion, not because of his work, but because of the pleasure he had given her, the power he held over her. And he intended to use that power to take advantage of every opportunity it presented.
"Thank you, darling," he said, his voice laced with mock sincerity as he pulled her into a tight embrace. "I couldn't have done it without you."
And as he held her, his mind was already racing with thoughts of the future, of the power and pleasure that awaited him, all thanks to the thick, large cock that had gotten him this far.
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"Can I be honest with you all?" A question for a question, and they all turn their heads, and finally you offer them a real answer. "I didn't really know what I was getting myself into—when I applied to stay here, that is—I just needed a place to stay for the week."
The evening air is humid and still, the sky a flat obsidian black with shining constellations, and underneath it, surrounding a fire, is a circle of maybe the most mismatched group of people ever assembled. There are the stars of course, Hyori and Sangsoon, owners of the house and the famous couple hosting you all—then, Lee Jieun; you know the one, probably the single most famous person in the country, just casually sitting there in her summer dress as if she was nothing special at all. And then there's the guests, an assortment of people you still don't really know. The old couple, the young couple, and the sisters.
And, finally: you.
"So you applied to the TV show, just for somewhere to stay?" Hyori's laughter carries and is as contagious as it is clear and pleasant.
"Honestly," you look around the circle. "I didn't read a lot of the info, and even now I'm not too sure what's actually going on in the show."
This earns a laugh from the group, they're all looking at you, and not in that 'you-fucking-moron' sort of way, no, their faces are full of smiles. Though, one stands out above the rest.
"And you?" Hyori turns her attention to the next person in the circle, one of the sisters who is sitting on your left. All the stares move along with the questions, switching focus to the girl—all except one. Jieun sits directly across from you and her gaze rests stoically upon your face, an unreadable smile painting her delicate lips a plush and radiant pink. Between you, the fire burns. It sends spiralling embers shooting into the night and, behind it, the orange light dances over her skin. It would be so easy to get the wrong idea here. This place is just so beautiful, everything is picture-perfect, and all these postcard-worthy scenes feel even better when Lee Jieun is a part of the composition.
Laughter breaks out in the group again for some joke you never paid attention to. It steals the attention of you both, however, turning to the girl and joining in the laughter with a meek half-hearted chuckle, looking around at them all awkwardly before returning your eyes to Lee Jieun. She returns the look and lifts her drink, taking a long sip through a straw.
You weren't too sure about all this the first day you arrived. On paper it seems like such an obvious idea, you didn't have to pay a penny and the producers even picked you up from the airport, all in exchange for being a bit-part background character that no one who watches will ever really remember or care about. In reality, it has changed the whole holiday. The requirements for guests were rather simple. You just need to be around for a few set activities by the producer, all worked around your schedule, and then you're free to enjoy your time however you like.
That first morning, you were greeted at the house by Hyori and Sangsoon. Introductions were made and then a short tour began, all under the camera's watchful eye.
It was okay, you could handle it, right up until you were taken into the kitchen and standing there was Lee fucking Jieun. Apparently, you skipped over the part that said IU was going to be here. It was like staring into the sun. Of course, Hyori was quick to joke as you stood there stunned and silent with an open mouth that could catch a mosquito or two.
"Why am I being outshone in my own house? Jieun, you need to leave." Hyori playfully poked her friend in the arm, and Jieun just giggled along. And like the world's biggest idiot, you couldn't even muster a simple 'Hello'. Great first impression there.
From then on you were shown where you would sleep and you bumped into some of the other guests. They seemed normal enough. One was nice, one seemed grumpy, and the others—well, you really didn't know yet. When you settled into your room, you yearned to just do something normal, to not get overwhelmed. Making some tea seemed like the perfect grounding activity.
When you got there, the kitchen was empty. The teapot was already out, but everything else was decidedly harder to find. Then came that soft and gentle voice from behind you. "You won't find anything to steal in there; it's all baking supplies." It made you jump, and you snapped around to see Jieun leaning against a fridge door, smiling over a glass of something clear and carbonated.
You pointed at your chest like an idiot. "I'm... not looking to steal."
"Too bad." She took a long and dramatic sip. "It would have made for good television. Plus, you look like a kleptomaniac to me. Brooding and mysterious, travelling alone, all that sort of thing."
"I'm actually just trying to make some tea."
"Oh perfect, let me. Here," She took the cup from the kitchen counter, placed it in front of you, and then moved beside you to open the correct cupboard to pull out some tea leaves. It was funny the kind of thing that can go into making a good impression and the pressure you put on yourself to do so. How many would kill for this chance, to stand close to Jieun in an otherwise empty room? Yet, your mind was swimming, you were trying desperately to not think about the very famous, attractive, woman who stood shoulder-to-shoulder with you—trying desperately and failing horribly as the thoughts of something funny to say slipped out of reach entirely.
She leant in towards you—well, towards your cup—and you jumped back, trying to play it off as a simple 'making way' manoeuvre, but her little side-eye glance and smile told you how stupid you looked.
"This is one of the few things I know what to do. Tea. I can make tea," she was saying as she filled up the teapot. "They asked me to try and bake some bread this morning, but..."
"Where is it now?"
"It's in here," she pointed at the rubbish bin with a free hand.
"I think it bakes better in the oven. Can't tell you much more than that though." Boy did this woman laugh. Like, a lot. As if it was the funniest thing she had heard all week. Her shoulders shook and her whole body swayed, and when the teapot whistled it made her jump, which sent her spiralling back into another fit.
And suddenly, she looked so... normal.
You know it's unfair to say celebrities are anything other than just normal people, because of course they are normal people, it's not like fame and money change them on a fundamental level. That being said, they can't help but not be normal in the eyes of many. Celebrities are celebrities, like how someone with blue hair is always blue-haired. But, at the end of the day, Jieun, whether she is IU the singer and TV star or Jieun the disaster of a breadmaker, is just a regular, normal, though very gorgeous, woman.
And she looks that way now, too, across the campfire. Sure, the cameras are rolling and she puts a little extra emphasis and playfulness on her expressions and movements—who wouldn't for the sake of good television—but in this moment, right here, right now, she's a completely normal and likeable human being, one you think you might enjoy being around. Hyori continues to lead the discussion around the fire pit, asking a few probing questions about the guest's hobbies and home lives, then posing riddles to the group and comparing their answers with her husband Sangsoon's.
For you, her questions are answered quickly, giving them a quick thought and little else before letting them fall from your lips.
When Hyori moves her focus along, she doesn't fail to pick up on the way you and Jieun spend the remaining half hour or so, looking at each other, smiling every so often, then quickly pulling your gaze away as if caught red-handed doing something sinful.
~~~
"We're going to pick oranges this morning." Hyori is explaining over breakfast. "I know, it's not the most exciting but it's the Jeju staple activity, so we have to do it. All guests are welcome to join us."
The young couple sat to your right immediately volunteered their services, followed soon after by the older man and his wife. Once their attendance was secure, the rest seemed significantly less interested and all excused themselves for other tasks. As the only person yet to respond, Jieun turned the spotlight on you, "How about you? Are you going to join us?"
You shrugged. "Uh, I was going to meet a friend, actually."
Hyori is quick to follow up, "You could see them in the afternoon right? Come with us, it will be fun." There are a few puzzled looks around the table. See, Hyori didn't push anyone else to go, no, only you. "Your friend won't mind right?"
In all honesty, your friend might very well be livid, though he might very well lighten up if you told him who you were spending your morning with instead. You run a hand through your hair and admit defeat, looking towards her. "Okay, I'll come along."
An answer that produces an immediate, but brief shared glance between Hyori and Jieun.
~~~
The journey there was lacklustre, a short ride, with the other guest, separated from the stars who rode ahead. The staff member with you gave you a basic run down, they are only planning to use the guests in some overhead shots and some background shots, everything else would be focused on the three of them.
But, after climbing the stone steps and passing through the orchard gate, Hyori takes charge of the situation. "We'll split up into pairs. Our two older lovebirds can go together, and our younger couple too. Sangsoon is with me and..." She stops. Hyori gives you a devious grin, one that speaks louder than words. "That leaves you two." She gives a final affirming nod before striding over to join Sangsoon.
And just like that, you find yourself walking through the grove alongside a girl you've only ever seen on TV before. This morning she wore a cute ensemble that accentuated her long legs. Another flowing sundress with a belt tied tight at the waist to show off that lithe, feminine shape. It's a silent first few steps, walking off down between two rows of trees, both waiting for the other to initiate the conversation.
Jieun speaks first, breaking through the tension. "So, you said you know someone on the island?"
"Uh," you brush a loose strand of hair from your eye. "A couple of them actually, old friends. One lives in Jeju and another's been here for work and he said I should visit when I'm in the area."
"What are they like?" Jieun stops, so do you, and then she steps across you, before crouching down to take an orange from the low-hanging fruit. "The friends."
"Uhm..." What are they like? Good friends, obviously, otherwise you wouldn't be making this trip. Where's the drama, where are the fun anecdotes, or the moments of soul searching. Nothing comes to mind. "They're fine?"
It earns a chuckle from Jieun. "Fine?" She stands facing you, dropping the fruit into the basket you're carrying. "Is that all?" She flashes you the sweetest smile, an endearing smile, one that begs you to open up a little more.
"I met them recently, actually, it's been mostly online, to tell the truth." Jieun ducks down to get the next fruit, you bend down too and pluck at another on the opposite side, rotating to turn to her and handing her the basket, standing back up and following beside her once more. "They're funny, one of them is a big foodie. Always posts pictures of stuff like the best bibimbap in Busan or whatever. Has a whole food blog that's fairly popular."
Jieun nods, pondering and popping a new piece of fruit into the basket. "Do you like food?"
"Can't live without it," you joke.
Jieun chuckles, and you laugh with her. It is hard not to, her laughter is so cute. "So can you cook?" she follows.
"Instant noodles is about all I know."
"Somehow I even manage to ruin those," she admits with a fake frown and a laugh. "I think that's part of the reason I'm on this show."
"What's that?" you ask as Jieun reaches for another ripe fruit, she pulls it from the branch and then somehow manages to drop it on the floor, a gesture you couldn't help but find positively adorable. She runs a few steps after it as it begins to roll on the hard dirt ground, and bends over to scoop it up, presenting it to you victoriously with her smile.
"What's what?"
"You said it's why you're on the show."
"Oh, because I'm kind of, useless? Clumsy, not very domesticated, really."
"Those things don't make you useless, you're anything but useless." Is that flirting? A line you spout before the weight of the words and the loaded tone settle in your own mind. Jieun turns to you, eyes sparkling, cheeks rising as she smiles wider than you had seen before.
"And why is that?" There's no escaping her questioning, and maybe she enjoys it a little.
"Well." A fruit, any fruit, grab another fruit. Look away and look at the tree. Breathe. Turn to her again. You can do it. "You just put all your talents into singing and performing and acting and whatever else you do right? You put all your skill points into one tree so to speak, instead of scattering them to fill multiple."
She stops. Frowns. "What?" Her face twists in a confused mess. "Skill points?"
"Oh. It's like, in games, when you earn skill points to improve something and choose what you want to..." You realise how utterly ridiculous you sound. "Never mind."
Her face is one of wonder, there's this mixture of confusion, curiosity, and her clearly fighting back laughter. "No," she laughs. "Continue, please, you were doing a whole thing there."
"I embarrassed myself enough for one day. Thank you."
"Are you a bit of a nerd?" She asks with this teasing smirk before spinning away, her floral dress flowing in the wind, and walking further ahead.
"Hey! No! Not a nerd!" you call after her, following in her wake.
"Look like a nerd to me" She twirls around just before the turn in the row, leaning on the trunk of one of the few taller trees, smirking and playfully twirling a few strands of her dark hair around her delicate fingers.
From then on, the conversation flows far easier and quicker than it probably should. A playful back and forth as she questions your hobbies and quirks, you fire back asking for her own. Things range from the kinds of books she likes to her telling you how she always sings into her toothbrush every morning when she is brushing her teeth. You promised not to tell a soul, as her secret was safely in your hands. She has a quick wit and a slightly goofy sense of humour, the kind of things a magazine spread or a soju advertisement could never communicate or capture.
Despite her charm and charisma though, the thing that shines through the most is the way she listens to you. With genuine care and fascination, and not just for the cameras, no, it felt genuine. Honest. True.
"No. You can not be serious!"
"One hundred percent true." You pull out your phone and show her the photos on the screen. A blurry mess at first before you flip to another.
"That's you? And that's... is that..." She doesn't need to finish, she takes hold of the phone and holds it directly up against her face. "Why did you think that was a good idea?"
"I never thought it was a good idea, I lost a bet, and we had been drinking. Bad decisions were inevitable."
"This might well be the single worst tattoo I have ever seen." She doesn't stop squinting at the photo. "Why is it upside down?"
"I don't think the orientation would make it any better."
"Wait," Jieun says, looking away from your phone and into your eyes. "You have to show me it, I want to see it with my own eyes."
"Absolutely not."
Jieun slaps at your arm, pretending to be upset. "Come on!"
"Jieun, even if I wanted to show you my ass, there would be no point, I had it lasered off like 2 months later."
Jieun's laughter could ring for a day. It's infectious, it's a laughter that communicates how light, happy and free-spirited she feels—and it makes you feel exactly the same. You talk a bit about travelling, too. Places you've been, places you would still like to go. For Jieun, it became a bit of a flex. A concert here and a concert there, movie filming there and a photoshoot here.
"You've seen the world, and met everyone, but here you are picking oranges with me."
"Here I am." Jieun stepped aside as you passed, looking around at the beautiful weather and the swaying tree branches. "I like this more, I think." She stops. You turn, seeing her suddenly shift a bit shy. "It's nice, this..."
"Oranges are nice and all..."
Jieun giggles. "No, silly," Jieun purses her lips. "This. Me and—"
"Hey, you two! Having a nice time!?" Sangsoon calls out to the pair of you from a few rows down. In unison, the two of you turn to him, to his big, smiling face, and then watch as Hyori hits him on the shoulder and admonishes him for interrupting. For a second it looks as though Jieun is blushing as she looks away from his gaze and towards the ground, scratching her brow, hand almost acting as a shield.
"We should get back."
"Yeah, I'm all orange'd out," you say, holding up the full basket.
~~~
You had spent the afternoon away from the house, which was probably for the best, spending some time in reality instead of this strange new world where you're suddenly hanging out with IU. The friend, your old university colleague and Jeju local was eager to catch up. Despite a minor disagreement—or two, or ten—he took it in good sport. Before nightfall though, you had returned and had just taken a shower.
There's a knock at the door, so you quickly pull on a shirt and open it to find Hyori on the other side. "Hey stranger," she follows your gesture and walks into the room before perching on your bed. "How was your time today?"
You close the door behind you. "Fun. I spent some time catching up with some friends."
"And making a new friend?"
A small nod. "I enjoyed myself today, it was all quite... different than what I had been doing. It was..." You weren't really sure how to follow up.
"I get it." Hyori leaned back on her hands. "But Jieun really seemed to have a lot of fun today."
You're stuck in this awkward silence, not wanting to say anything stupid but also refusing the play it down.
Hyori takes mercy on you. "Anyway," she pushes herself to her feet. "We're eating outside again, barbecue, come join us."
A smile appears, an acceptance of the invitation. She watches it come out and nods at it, as if pleased with your decision. And with a brief smile, she leaves the room and you're left alone. You leave the room.
You arrive on the back porch and watch the scene from a distance. Jieun sits by the fire in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, looking so naturally good it could take the breath of anyone who stared long enough. Her legs look spectacular in shorts, her chest looks perfect through a white t-shirt, and she looks breathtaking right now—in this light and under these circumstances. The fire-pit burns again and as it does, Hyori and Sangsoon stand near the grill, their backs turned and talking among themselves. By Jieun's feet rests one of Hyori's dogs, sound asleep.
As soon as your foot hits the grass to start walking over, Jieun turns to see you approaching and a radiant smile cuts right through your defences, punching into your heart and embedding a spear made entirely out of a whole array of butterflies. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't join us," she teased with a flick of her hand.
"Good to know I'm missed when not around."
Jieun is about to say something but appears to bite her tongue and look back at the fire. There's a space next to her on the little log chair she sits on, though you think it too presumptuous to sit right by her so soon, and take the little wooden armchair opposite instead, crossing your legs and stretching, pulling your phone from your pocket, to check for notifications. None. You stare at it anyway.
There's a solemn silence for a while, the cooking of meat and the playful bickering of the couple by the grill and the occasional chatter amongst the other guests. This leaves you and Jieun, slowly drinking from your glasses, separated by the fire.
After some time, the food begins to come in batches, and you eat with everyone else. The group shares the tale of their expedition to the oranges this morning, like how Hyori claims she found the largest orange of the day only for the young couple to later find and present a larger specimen. Some of the others share how they went into town and saw some old houses, or an old shrine, visited the beach and splashed around in the water and a few others sit and listen quietly, nursing their drinks.
Eventually, you begin to grow drowsy and stifled by the warm heat of the fire, a blanket that draws everyone closer, too close.
You stand, pat yourself off and let your gaze rest on the fire, then speak to no one in particular. "I'm going for a walk, thank you for the food," you say as you bow your head to your hosts.
"So late at night?" Jieun asks from her perch.
"Got a bit too warm is all, fresh air would be nice."
Jieun glanced down at the fire and her eyes shot up at you. "Let me join you, keep you company."
Hyori and Sangsoon share an understanding glance, before Hyori says, "Be careful you two."
Jieun stands up. "Soonshim can come with us, can't you Soonshim? You'll keep us safe." She bends down to stroke her behind the ears, and she lazily raises her head and grumbles in that cute way that animals do. She happily climbs to his feet and yawns.
Off you went, walking the stone path. Up a gentle incline before cutting left towards a quiet path cutting through some trees. For a while, the night is filled with the sound of rustling trees and the snapping of fallen sticks underfoot. That's all until Soonshim leads your party off onto an even more remote dirt track.
"Now where are you going?" Jieun coos playfully, not expecting much of a response.
"She probably knows this area better than we do," you suggest with a smile and Jieun returns it. You seem to bring a lot of smiles out in each other. Soonshim appears to have a destination in mind, the dog bounds along the track and you follow, the path becomes more and more unstable, and the darkness of the evening isn't doing either of you any favours.
Jieun steps up onto a stone in the path and she slips, wobbling from the momentum of the step with a small yelp and you catch her immediately in your arms.
"Careful," you chuckle nervously. She doesn't move, but relaxes into your chest, closing her eyes. You have her. You keep her steady, her breathing is fast and short. It slows and slows, her fingers lightly clasping at your arms. She relaxes and her voice comes at near a whisper.
"Thank you."
And then, slowly, she lifts herself away without looking you in the eye and lets out a small cough. She starts to walk again, this time holding onto your hand—for safety. You smile at the touch and gently squeeze back, taking care as you descend and traverse the difficult ground. Soonshim still leads onward, barking and jumping in her bounding little way and occasionally waiting for the slow, careless, humans to catch up as she heads uphill.
Before long you come to a clearing at the top which blesses you with a view of the rolling countryside, bathed in moonlight, and a peaceful soundscape, far removed from anything but the sounds of nature. Back down the hill, over the trees, you can see the roof of the house, and the glowing of the fire out front.
Soonshim finds a nice place for a rest, and the Jieun leans her head into your shoulder and says quietly, "Tell me something that no one knows."
Soonshim rests. Jieun looks expectant, and suddenly, you're struggling. There must be something interesting. No. Something cute or funny? No, nothing seems quite right. And yet her eyes are searching for answers. The seconds pass and you rack your brain trying to remember, going into the darkest of dungeons in your memories, hoping something would come.
"Something that no one knows," you mutter to yourself. Jieun leans closer. Something that no one knows. Soonshim yawns, laying her chin on her paws as her tail softly hits the grass beside her. "I had this girlfriend, a few years ago. She was kind and sweet and loving."
"What's not to love about that?"
"Ah well." You snickered, a chuckle under your breath. "When she's doing the same thing with another guy it kind of takes the shine off a little."
"Ah... I'm sorry," Jieun reaches out, resting a consoling hand on your forearm. Her grasp is delicate. "It must have been tough. How did you find out?"
"They were bad at hiding it. When I did confront her, she didn't deny it."
Jieun lets out a small breath, something between a gasp of surprise and a grunt of disbelief. "Wow. So did it end, like, there and then?"
"Yep. Walked out and have been free ever since. Never looked back." You smile, looking out across the plains below.
"Do you prefer to be free? Not tied down and always going after adventure?"
"If I wasn't free, I wouldn't be here. If I was tied down I would never make this trip."
"Doesn't answer my question," Jieun jokes then pokes you in the ribs.
"No. Not really." A period of silence follows as you take in the fresh air and the scenery before you. The sound of crickets rings out and the breeze swirls its way through the brush. Jieun seems to ponder on what you had just told her. Maybe it doesn't make much sense, or maybe you just came off a little weird. You can't be sure what she is thinking.
But speaking so plainly is a freeing feeling, and telling her feels right. As though the idea that she may judge you is, not unthinkable, but far more remote of a possibility.
"I broke up with someone too. Not long ago,. It wasn't anything as tragic as yours, but, we just didn't have the time to be together." She brushed at a stray hair, caught by the wind.
"I'm sorry." You turn to face her and she meets your eyes for only a moment before she turns to Soonshim who lifts her head and tilts it with the look that only a dog's can express. "She's beautiful," Jieun mutters softly, nodding her head to the sleeping canine, which wagged its tail at the acknowledgement.
"Yeah. She is beautiful." You say, not taking your eyes off of Jieun.
She draws back her gaze, and looks up, with a little confusion, eyes glimmering like gemstones, searching your own as she draws nearer and nearer to you. "Are you talking about Soonshim, or—"
"You."
Lee Jieun steps into the kiss, onto her tiptoes and lifts herself as high as she can to press her soft lips on yours. Your heart seemed to miss a beat, or five, as you leant into it, capturing her lips with your own. You pull your arms around her, in a tight embrace and her heartbeat thunders against you.
And when Jieun pulls her lips away from yours, you lean in again, capturing her lips once more. You cradle the back of her head and guide the kiss, ever so slightly. Just to be closer to her, only a little closer. But enough. When the kiss ends this time, you sigh.
"We shouldn't," Jieun's whisper sounds so vulnerable, her mouth, too lonely for the words. "We should—" kiss again? "go back."
"I'm sorry, I—" Jieun cuts you off with a small kiss, a peck.
"Don't be." She keeps hold of your hand, leading you towards the path and pulling you gently downhill. "We should just get back."
~~~
It's on the porch of the house, where you stood just a couple of hours ago, staring at her, that she says, "Good night." And there's this look in her eye that screams the words 'I want to kiss you again'. Though you both know that this isn't the time or the place.
"Good night," you give her a smile. "Sleep well."
"You too." And then she's gone, Jieun and Soonshim slip in through the back door and you head to the front to get into your room. The emptiness of the room is a strange departure from the warmth of company you've felt all evening. And as you drop onto the bed, sleep does not come quick—it refuses.
Instead, as you toss and turn in the cool, crisp linen, you imagine Jieun's lips meeting your own again, and again. Soft and pliable, sweet and willing, as inviting as can be. Then you argue with yourself that it was an accident, just a product of the moment rather than anything deeper, but... not really. Not when it happens like this, not with her so eager, as eager as you were, in equal measure. And that has a price. The whole night, turning endlessly.
You wonder if she struggles just the same.
The morning rolls around and so does the bad news. There's someone completely unrecognisable helping prepare breakfast, a change that goes unaddressed by your hosts for what seems like the longest time. It's only when they join you at the table that they make the announcement, "Jieun has a concert, back in Seoul, she'll be returning tomorrow evening." Hyori pulls a chair and sits down at the table, pulling a full plate closer to her.
Sangsoon helps himself and settles next to Hyori, asking casually, "Did you and Jieun go for a walk yesterday?"
You pause, trying not to sound like a blushing teenager. "Uh, yes. Yes we did, it's very pretty out there, with some really nice views. Soonshim led us up a hill."
"Didn't see much of you afterwards," Hyori teases, "did we?"
"I was tired after we got back so I just crashed. Tough work walking those hills."
The two hosts glance at each other and chuckle. "Well, Soonshim will be happy, she loves walks. Thanks for looking after her."
You give a small, simple nod. "Of course."
For the next ten minutes, you pick at some of your food but feel so restless the entire time. By the time you stand up from the table, Sangsoon looks a bit surprised. "Somewhere to be?"
"Just want to use the bathroom," you say, with a hasty smile.
There, you stare in the mirror. And it hits you. Hard, right in the stomach, like a heavyweight boxer throwing a right hook, or a hammer kick from a martial artist. A surge of feeling that cuts through you and shatters any façade of composure. Of control. You're flustered. Nervous, even. Like an anxious teen in a school hall during prom.
It's an alien, almost nauseating, feeling, something like vertigo.
~~~
"Can I get you anything else?"
"No, that's everything." Jieun answers, before pulling closed the divider of her first-class pod, shielding herself from the prying eyes of those seated nearby. She places her headphones on and peels into her orange, holding a large section up to the light, before gently placing it in her mouth.
The flight is short to Seoul, but it's a lonely one—without him. She can still feel him though, the kiss that happened at the hilltop. And all the dread that comes with it. Jieun knows full well just how wrong it was, and yet she also knows just how right it felt. Normally, by now, all of her thoughts are on the performance ahead. All her little anxieties arise from the finer details and how she strives to perfect them. Now, though, is the exception.
The ride from the airport to Yonsei is a little different. Though she had to put on her best actress face in the airport, for all the fans and the cameras, but here, alone and safe, she's given the time and the space she needs, but it doesn't bring the relief she expected. Now her thoughts are just swirling, again. Swirling and storming and churning.
Her manager is talking, about this and that, all probably important—but she'll never know.
'It's just going to go down the same road again, another relationship that takes a backseat to my career.'
Jieun groans internally. 'He's such a nice person though.'
"Jieun?"
It catches her off guard. Her heart pounds in her chest, startled, not so much because she was called upon, but the direction it was in. "Huh?"
"So, what do you think?" the manager asks. "Are you even listening? This is what you wanted right?"
Jieun closes her eyes, bringing her index finger up and pinching the bridge of her nose, running her hands down the contours of her face, then forcing a small, tired grin on her lips, she mutters, "Yeah, sorry, I'm listening."
~~~
It's been a strange couple of days. You spent as much of it as you could away from the house. Out in Jeju doing the most random of things to take your mind away from her. Though that's pretty tough when you're walking the street and she's on poster after poster and then you dip into a convenience store only for it to be playing her music.
Coming back for lunch wasn't any better, with Sangsoon and Hyori often teasing or giving the odd hint here and there. You sat down, not able to enjoy the food properly and excused yourself when your appetite gave out on you.
That afternoon, Hyori sat on the porch and invited you to join her—quiet and away from everyone else.
"You must know it's not easy for someone in Jieun's position to do, to go around kissing anyone like that," she starts and she reaches for the drink, pouring it and handing the glass out to you, and you reach for it, staring down at the liquid and watching the ice cubes swim and then sink.
"She told you?"
"In a sense," Hyori laughs softly and pours the other glass, putting the jug aside and taking up her glass. She leans back on one hand against the wooden board and says, "So, what now, what do you intend to do?"
"Uh, about what?"
Hyori offers a smirk and says, "About her."
"I..." What can you really say here, apart from that you just want her, like probably a hundred thousand other men and women have wanted her since they've first laid their eyes on her. Instead, you sip at your glass.
"Nothing wrong with liking her," Hyori says casually, as if the statement itself isn't fraught with consequence.
"Doesn't matter," is what you offer. "I shouldn't, we're from different worlds."
"Mmmm, yes and no," Hyori sips on her drink. "Listen. People like Jieun, like me, the reality we live in isn't the reality we want. Well, it is, but it also isn't. Because we get what we want but never quite get all we want."
You narrow your gaze in confusion. "Sounds like a riddle."
"Think of it like this. When we're on TV or we're on a stage or at a photoshoot or whatever, it's like we're living in the clouds, are you with me?"
"I think so."
"Well being up in the clouds is amazing, you get to do great stuff, fun stuff. But there's always a danger of floating away. So there's the other half of our life, on the ground. It's what keeps us sane. Balanced."
"So you have this double life," you offer as an interpretation.
"It's not that drastic but, yes." Hyori swirls the contents of her glass, taking a quick sip to wet her mouth. "Don't mistake it though, the ground is the more important half, because, in that part, we meet the people who mean the most to us. But, listen to me, when you date someone like Jieun, you're dating that half of her life. The ground. The clouds are for her alone."
"So you have to let her live up in those clouds without you?"
"Did she tell you about her ex?"
"She said they didn't have the time to be together."
Hyori nods. "If she told you that, then you've confirmed it for me. She likes you. But, now you have to think, this past twenty-four hours, there's going to be a lot more of this. Sitting at home while she's performing in front of thousands, living in the clouds. You have to ask yourself, can you handle it? Are you willing to accept it? All the pros and cons."
There's nothing for a few moments, the pair of you sit there silently, before you mutter, "That's kind of hard," and Hyori laughs under her breath as she tilts her head and agrees.
"Yeah. That's why not every relationship survives. Not in this business. But I'm doing you the favour of warning you in advance."
"Thank you."
"Speak of the devil." The sound of a car draws closer until it stops. Some commotion arises and then slowly, she appears. In all her beauty and grace. Hair blowing softly in the breeze, her yellow jumper and skinny jeans hugging her hips perfectly, her beauty as sharp and clear and as immediate as ever. There's no way to take it all in with just one look, especially with the sun low on the horizon behind her. You're mesmerised, to say the least, and even more so as her shy smile reveals itself.
"Evening," Hyori stands, opening her arms for Jieun and wrapping her in a hug, kissing her on the cheek. They exchange some words you can't hear but you watch the movement of the mouths, the way the body moves. Then you turn back to your drink, pretending to watch the dregs swim at the bottom of the glass. You can feel her now, or at least smell the light fragrance, you don't need to turn, as a shadow descends on the side of your head.
"Hi."
"Hey," you say as you draw your eyes slowly up her body. "How was the concert?"
"Good, thank you." Her smile widens.
"You must be tired after all that," you follow, and she nods in agreement and glances to the far end of the veranda.
"And hungry. Will you come inside for dinner with me?" She's smiling now, an infectious, radiant smile, that grows.
"Of course."
You move indoors, you and her at the table. You use the conversation over dinner to ask her about the concert, and her life as a celebrity. From asking her how it feels to be up there singing to hearing stories about some of the craziest fans, the sorts of weird things they do and the lengths they'll go to.
"Some even claim to know me," she laughed, "and try and ask me questions or say certain things and act as though we've known each other for years."
"It sounds surreal," you say and Jieun leans in with a curious look.
"It's been days and you haven't asked about this before now, not at all, so what's got you so interested?" she teases.
"Well, I guess I just wondered what life is like up in the clouds."
Jieun narrows her eyes at you for a moment before chuckling a bit, and leaning in further and muttering, "Hyori. She spoke to you about this didn't she?"
"Just a little, yes. While you were gone."
"I knew it, she likes this little analogy." Jieun folds her arms, rests them on the table and stares right into your eyes, asking "What else did she say...?"
"Not a lot."
"Oh god." Jieun throws herself back against her chair, she brings her hands up to her mouth, with the sleeves of her jumper over her hands and looking like she wants to bury herself into the palms of her hands. "Ugh, that girl. What else did she say?"
"Really, not much else," you answer.
"Right." She sits forward again, not raising her eyes. "Listen, while I was away, I was thinking about what happened."
"And..."
"And," Jieun lets out a huge exhale, the stresses and fears seem to leave along with that breath. "She told you, and you haven't run away. Or at least, not yet. You're still here, we're here. Now. Just sitting, having a chat and eating some noodles."
"The noodles are really nice," you say and Jieun laughs.
"See, you make me laugh, and it makes me all confused, in the best way possible. And I know this isn't the time or place, but—"
"Yes, Jieun."
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
"I'd really love to see where this takes us," you say as you rise from your seat, rounding the table without breaking eye contact. You gently take her hand.
Jieun looks a bit hesitant, stares at the ground and mutters under her breath, "Where does that road end, you know? Look at everything I'm asking, of you, I don't want you to get hurt because I may not be able to give enough."
"I get it Jieun, the ground and the clouds," you whisper as you guide her up from her seat to stand in front of you. "I'll be on the ground. Sometimes you'll be in the clouds."
Jieun collapses her cheek against your shoulder and releases a deep sigh. "Why are you so nice to me?" Jieun sniffles.
"Because you deserve it Jieun."
Her heart thumped so hard, so rapidly, and tears flooded her eyes, making the world wavy and foggy. She fights the tears. And she finds the warmth of you, she pushes her face hard into your chest, inhaling deeply, and feeling an inexhaustible source of strength flow through her, bolstering her. She presses her body into yours.
She reaches her head up and kisses you deeply. Your hands cup her cheeks and your tongues meet for the first time. She leans in, slipping her hands to your neck, and curling her fingers tightly. Her lips are so warm and soft, her whole body melts, and the two of you press against one another. A fire burns and every nerve thrills in anticipation. Her breathing increases as a raging fire churns within.
When the kiss breaks, you murmur against her lips, "Should we, go somewhere that isn't the kitchen?"
Jieun nods, her hands still firmly clutching the collar of your shirt. "The food can wait."
As the door to your room closes, you begin unbuttoning your shirt, the last of them dropping open as she leaps at you, her lips attacking your neck with soft, wet, urgent kisses as she clutches you like her life depends on it. And you have her back, reaching around and holding her, carrying her, stumbling through the dark and onto the bed. You hit the mattress, and your grip relaxes as she leans back and grabs the hem of her sweatshirt. Jieun lifts it, dragging it up her body until the garment is sent to the floor and there it lay, forgotten.
For a moment she seems hesitant, sitting above you. It's a strange mix of tension and passion, the way her fingers trace lines on your chest, and you sit in awe of this beauty above you. The urge to reach for her, to take her, becomes overwhelming, as your gaze trails up her tight, toned stomach, and lingering over her small chest, clothed in black and wrapped snug. You stare and she shivers at the intensity of that look and bites at the corner of her lip.
"This is okay?" Jieun asks softly.
"I'm here for it if you are," you tell her, reaching and cupping her breast in your hand, as though it belonged there. That sends a new chill through her.
"Okay." Jieun nods her head a little. The word shakes a little with a quiver of breath and she lowers her head to meet her lips on yours, softly brushing at first but gradually more insistent. Her tongue prods and finds yours, and she pushes you down by the shoulders, forcing herself to lie on top of you and hold you there. And the kiss seems endless.
You run a hand up the soft skin of her back, up the divot of her spine until your fingers come to her bra strap, and with a small break in the kiss, you murmur against her lips. "Can I?"
She kisses you while she nods. Your fingers search a little, finding the clasp, you tug, letting the bra slip. And, with one small gentle tug on her shoulders, the strap of the bra slips off and it's only her hand rushing up to cover her modesty that keeps it in place.
You wrap your arm around her and roll her over onto her back, and as she lay against the covers, you're over her, looking down at how she still holds her arm over her tits. "I want you to see all of me," she whispers.
"I want to see all of you."
And with that admission, her arm, drops slowly away, pulling the black bra with it and exposing those two perfect, beautifully formed tits. With the lightest, most delicate touch, you brush your thumb across one and feel it spring a little at your touch. The nipples are erect, Jieun leans and looks to the side as you bend down, taking one nipple into your mouth. You flit your tongue across the little pink pebble of flesh and watch Jieun's face.
The muscles around her eyes tighten, and she lets out the sexiest little whimper. The reaction makes you want her more and you begin swirling and caressing her tit with the soft, flat of your tongue, and sucking her nipple into the warm recesses of your mouth.
She cries out and gasps. "God that feels good..." her hands clawing through your hair and her fingernails scraping through. Her moan spurs you onwards as you plant a trail of kisses, switching between which sensitive nub you suck, tug and tease. "Don't stop," she pleads.
"Not when you taste so good."
"I can't believe we're... that you're here, with me."
Your hand finds hers, lacing the fingers into hers you smile, push her hand into the bedsheets and stare up into her glimmering eyes as you run your tongue once more around her nipple. "You're perfect Jieun, I can't believe I'm so lucky."
Jieun arches her back a little, closing her eyes and exhaling a breath. "Stop it, that's not true," she giggles in between whimpers, "stop it, you know it's not— oh g-god..."
You're moving your kisses up over her collarbone and to her neck, and settling your body down between her legs, resting between her thighs. Jieun clamps her legs tightly around you as you keep sucking and biting at her neck, nibbling ever so lightly on her ear. "And now," you whisper huskily, into her ear, "I have you pinned beneath me..."
"Oh, fuck, yes," Jieun squirms. She desperately pushes your shirt off your shoulders and then runs her hands over your body. "I like this feeling." She's pushing her hands between your stomachs, pulling open your jeans and pushing them down off your ass.
You return the favour, bringing her into a kiss and reaching to pull her tight jeans open. She lifts her hips to aid you, allowing you to slip them off her hips. You don't have a chance to pull them all the way off, too heavy in your kiss and grinding yourself between her legs.
You reach and pull at her and she breaks the kiss with a soft moan as she grabs your shoulder and shifts her hips. The movements press you into her a little more, and her head goes to the pillows behind her head, tilting back. The angle reveals the beautiful soft and slender curve of her neck and you go at it again, kissing and biting, nibbling and licking, running the tip of your tongue over the hot, smooth expanse and smiling as she wraps her arms and legs around you as tightly as her lips when you kissed her.
"I want you," she gasps. "I want you. Now."
You put an arm under her and pull her up until you're on your knees and she's straddling you. She reaches down, hands into your pants and takes your thick cock in her fist. That first touch. Her soft fingers are on your hardness. It's a rush that hits both of you and suddenly you're kissing again as Jieun awkwardly strokes your length, trying to tease you out.
You decide to make it easier and sit her on the bed, still kissing her intermittently as you stand and push your clothes to your ankles. Standing before Jieun, the most desirable woman you've ever been fortunate enough to touch, you suddenly feel a primal sense of arousal hit.
You lay her back again, and peel those jeans off her slender legs. Slowly down her thighs as they spill out of the denim, then all the way off, until she's in nothing but a pair of black panties, and you're stood over her, naked to the air. Jieun sits up to you and brushes your chest, feeling the shape of the muscles and kneeling back on her haunches, you take her mouth again, sliding your hands up her hips and feeling those supple breasts once more. "Jieun, you're so hot."
Jieun bites your lip, and throws her leg around you, drawing you down and gasps sharply as you find your cock grazing across the smooth expanse of her panties and press at her entrance, almost bursting with desire. Jieun pulls at your hips, urging you between them. She grunts with effort, biting at your neck. "You're everything I have ever wanted."
There's a pause that's filled only by your shared, short panting. This is where it happens. It's more than want and need. The quiet acknowledgement, the long silence, you stare into Jieun's eyes, and both of you nod your heads a fraction, agreeing without speaking a word. You push her panties to the side. Then the contact, the softness and the wetness of her opening as the tip of your cock pushes her apart.
"Oh, shit!" Jieun lets out the involuntary profanity as she claws at your back and moans into the crook of your neck.
It's amazing. Unbelievably, spectacularly, amazing. Her tightness stretches with only minimal effort, and you let out a strained breath.
"Oh my god," Jieun has her fingers clasping tightly to your shoulder and mouth open with pleasure. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she writhes under you. "You feel amazing... holy shit," she curses.
"Jesus Jieun," you grunt as you sink down just that extra inch, enveloping your full length inside her. "You feel perfect, I could stay here forever."
Jieun does the best she can with that compliment, grinning through clenched teeth. "Thank you. I'm—" She cuts her own sentence short by gasping and reaching higher and taking a handful of your hair in her palm, her nails digging into your skull. "Do it." She orders you and the tone is coated in lust. "Please."
And so you do. Pull out to the sound of her sharp expectant inhale, and back in as she moans her lungs empty, the noises making it impossible to remain idle. Soon enough you have a rhythm of slow, measured thrusts, and are gasping in tune to her beautiful mews.
"God, you feel so damn good," Jieun manages, and she follows by adding, "A little harder, I love it."
It's like that for a few minutes. Jieun's pleasure is palpable with every movement of the bed springs and groans. Though it can't be any louder than the voice in your mind. This is actually happening. Fucking IU, of all people, is on her back beneath you, her beautiful body reacting to your every movement. She reaches for her breasts, rubbing them and pinching at the hardened points and begging, "More, please more," and you give.
Jieun brings her leg higher, arching her back and urging you further into her pussy, driving herself into you with equal force. This time her cry is louder, less controlled and broken by the beat of your bodies against each other, the sound of sex becoming a background harmony. Her feet stretch out behind you, her heels dig at the small of your back and her head falls back on the bed.
"I don't know how... how long I can..." Jieun breathes out. Her leg suddenly jerks and her entire body tenses. "Oh, shit."
You know what's coming, that doesn't make the feeling of her tightening around you any less shocking. She's shivering, gasping for breath and squeezing her eyes tightly, her body growing taut like a string pulled between fists.
"Fuck, Jieun, are you gonna—"
"Yes. Yes." Her entire body convulses. Her fingernails ripping lines up your back, Jieun arches from the bed, a sharp keening whimper from between her lips, followed by a series of high-pitched, short cries.
You're falling into the sheets beside her and pulling her on top of you. Seamlessly you move together, and she's riding you now, throwing her head back. You're lying there and she's a sight to behold. Her petite frame rolls and her toned, lithe muscles shift beneath her smooth skin. Every motion carries her hips as she fucks you.
Her breasts rise and fall, her hands flatten themselves on your chest as she holds herself up, bouncing herself on your cock with insistent determination. Jieun slides her palms upward, bringing them to your shoulders and lowering her chest, you reach to cup her tits, squeezing firmly and a sparkle glimmers in her eyes.
"You're so hard," Jieun purrs.
"You look so good on me, feel it too."
A smile flashes across her lips and the muscles clench,. You drag your hands across the perfect curves, feeling her sides, her ass, sliding back to take two, firm handfuls, pulling her into every movement. Your arms and legs beginning to tingle with your release, and you're losing all feeling other than her silken embrace.
Then you see her grimace and twist her body, breaking again for you. She falls against you and grinds out her orgasm. She quivers over you like a leaf in the wind. You hold her hips steady and stroke her skin as she returns from her high.
"Sorry," she moans a drawn-out apology. "Wanted you to cum, but, I can't..."
You hold her, rising from the bed, "Don't worry, Jieun, I've got this." You lift her and place her onto her side, thighs together, knees together, you push them up to meet her chest. Her perfect ass and thighs are on show, begging for you to slip back inside. She twists her body to watch you lean over her and push her knees into the bed.
You thrust into her, slipping under that one ass cheek, past those moist panties and into her pussy again. Jieun moans aloud again, and the sight of your cock slipping into her, the feel, is mesmerising. Jieun squeals a note.
The feeling, after only a few short thrusts, builds rapidly. And while a part of you wishes to hold back for her, make her cum over and over, she's far too sexy to deny yourself your sole need. Jieun moans and clenches again then cries out, "Please!" Her eyes watching you drive in deeper. And you lose it. The pressure breaks within, you bask in the sights, sounds, and feelings, and let it overwhelm you. "Inside, it's safe."
You spasm and with a deep thrust into her, your cum pours. Thick. Heavy, plentiful spurts as you cling to her trembling body. A final, ragged cry slips past your lips. Energy drained from you, into her, and you near-collapse against her sweat-kissed body.
You slip out of her, collapsing behind her and spooning her trembling body close, you drop kisses across the soft surface of her bare shoulder and take a tight grip on her small, perky tits. She whispers, "That was amazing."
"Tell me about it. The best."
She rolls her head and glances at you. "No, I mean, really, thank you. You were..." she sighs dreamily. "I didn't think it was possible to feel like that."
"We fit well, Jieun," you tell her softly. "There's no need to ever thank me. You really are special."
"Saying things like that," she sobs lightly. "You better be careful or you're going to mean a lot to me."
Your breathing seems loud in the sudden quiet, and you say, "I'd like that Jieun, to matter to you. Being important to you. It'd make me happy."
She is silent for a long moment, staring straight ahead. A single, happy tear rolls from her eye, onto the bed, and then sleep takes over. It is like a force sweeping you into the deepest darkness. It seems to happen between one breath and the next. One moment you're lying next to the most beautiful woman in the world, in the most euphoric, blissful post-coital state. In the next, your eyes blink open, and you're sprawled on your back, alone in the bed.
Her perfume hangs faintly in the air. Like a half-forgotten dream. An unintelligible whisper in the corner of your ear. "Goodnight," she had murmured at some point, in that instant between slumber and consciousness. But as your eyes scan around, her absence, her presence, seems like a dream. Like a mirage. As if she's always been this transient figure in your life. You fall into the pillow.
Then, just as sleep begins its second embrace, there's a knock at the door. There's a pause before a quiet voice speaks, "You awake?"
You sit up in a rush. "Come in," you reply, and Hyori enters.
She cuts right to the chase, as seems to be her way. "Last night, did you two? Wait, don't answer. I can feel it. You did."
"We did."
She walks closes the door firmly behind her, ensuring privacy. "I knew it as soon as she started acting shy this morning. I swear sex is the only thing that makes her shy. Funny little mannerism." Hyori takes a deep breath. "But listen, and listen close, okay?"
You nod for her to go ahead, but instead of going on, she sits down, gathering her thoughts.
She looks at you for a long time and says, "If this, whatever this is, is going to continue, you need to be prepared. It's going to be a mess. You need to hide it, and I mean really hide it, from everyone. Think how nuts the press will go."
You open your mouth to talk but she raises a finger.
"Hear me out. You have to remember that. This can't be normal, it will probably never be normal. That girl is special and this whole country knows it. There will always be cameras. And there will be times when you miss her because she's away. Sometimes for days or weeks and it's not the end of the world, because she has her job, and her fans depend on it. And as I'm sure you saw at dinner the other night, she does too, she loves her career."
Hyori sighs and rubs her forehead. "I know this seems a lot. You have known each other barely a week and I'm piling this onto you, but you need to know what you're getting into."
You smile. "I get it."
"You don't. Trust me. Not until you've lived it. Look, Jieun's an amazing girl. I like you, she likes you, a lot. I think you can make this work." She takes a big breath and says, "Welcome to this weird fucking world."
You chuckle quietly and nod in thanks.
"Now, if you're wondering where she has gone, she's out picking some flowers for the side dishes for later. They're recording something for the show right now but you can go out and join her in ten minutes, if you like?"
"That'd be great."
Hyori leaves and true to her word, when you venture downstairs and out onto the garden. Jieun's knelt along the rows. Her hair blows in a gentle breeze, and with the flowerbeds just in front, she is a blessed sight for tired eyes.
You go to her and ask, "Working hard?"
"Hey, you woke up," she beams at you.
"Had a chat with Hyori, too."
"Was it alright?" Jieun's face turns pale and worried, and her voice drops to a whisper. "She didn't try to get in your head, right?"
"It was fine, Jieun, she did give me the talk, though. A warning and a blessing, I think."
"Any regrets?" Jieun asks, timidly.
"What? No. God no. None at all. Actually, the only thought I had was if you would like to eat alone tonight? Just you and me, and then maybe we can go on another walk together, I enjoyed that."
"I'd love that," she says, her voice shaky, before a warm smile grows on her face.
"Tonight, I'll send the glow of a firefly to you.”
IU x Reader
Note: I have been going back to listening to "Through the Night" recently...and this is my interpretation whenever I listen to the song. Kind reminder that this is fictional...and pretty moody.
Also IU songs are genuinely timeless. A 2017 song and yet still one of my favourite soft songs.
The apartment sits in stillness.
The kind that doesn’t just fill a space, but soaks into it—into the worn fabric of the couch where her imprint lingers, into the ridges of the floorboards that once echoed with her bare feet, into the air that hasn't moved much since she left.
It’s always like this at night. When you’re alone. When the lights are low and nothing is expected of you. Grief breathes louder in these hours. It doesn’t sob or scream. It exhales. And it waits.
You sit by the window, where she used to lean on rainy days with a cup of tea between her fingers. Her tea cup still sits on the sill. Washed. Dried. Untouched.
There’s a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, one she used to tug from your lap to cover herself before falling asleep on the couch. The fabric still holds a shape, somehow—like she’s paused mid-movement and will return any minute now to finish it.
But she won’t.
And you know that.
Still, your eyes drift to the horizon, waiting. Hopeful.
You remember once—late into a summer night, her voice barely above a whisper as she looked out the same window—she said she'd send you the glow of a firefly.
To let you know she was thinking of you.
That she loved you.
You thought she was being poetic. You didn’t think it would be the last time she said it.
Now the fireflies come without her. And you're the one sending them, in some way. Hoping one finds her. Wherever she is.
You close your eyes. The memories pull you under like waves. They’re not dramatic. Just… constant.
You remember your first kiss. Not the moment of it, but the breath before—how close you were, how she smelled faintly like citrus shampoo and midnight. How your heart kicked against your chest like it was trying to warn you that everything would change.
And it did.
Now, whenever the silence gets too deep, you close your eyes and try to go back. Back to the farthest place your memory allows. Where she still smiles without worry. Where she still hums songs into your hoodie as she dozes off.
A place untouched by grief.
But even there, she slips. Like letters on the sand. No matter how hard you try to hold her in your thoughts, time washes her away. The sharper edges of her voice, the specific way she wrinkled her nose when annoyed, the odd, half-cough laugh she made when she tried to stifle a real one—they all begin to blur.
You bite back the tears.
You hate how memory is soft. And she was never soft—not in the way grief is. She was fire and wind and eyes that made you feel seen even when you didn’t want to be.
Now she’s just…fog.
You miss her again. And again. And more. Each night.
The journal lies open beside you. The page is blank, though the ink bleeds slightly through from the other side. You don’t write much anymore. You just look.
Sometimes you trace her name at the corner of the page.
Sometimes you don’t need to.
The words you want to say crowd your chest—restless and aching—but they never make it to the page. They can’t. Because what are you supposed to write? That you’re sorry? That you love her? That every second without her feels like you're walking underwater?
No. You’ve written all that already.
It wasn’t enough then, and it certainly won’t be now.
You look out the window again. The sky is thick and dark. The air is unmoving. But one small light glows and dances near the trees. A firefly.
You blink slowly, your head leaning against the cold glass.
You hope it finds her…or at least brushes against the memory of her.
Because if she can’t hear your heart now, then maybe she can see this.
A small, flickering light.
Sent from someone who still thinks of her before sleep. Every night.
And you don’t say it aloud. You don’t need to.
But inside—beneath all the things you can’t show her anymore, it’s that you love her.
Still.
-
It started with a bus ticket.
You hadn’t planned it. Not really. But the morning came, dull and grey, and something inside you refused to stay home—refused to sit by that same window and watch another firefly pass by with no promise of where it might land.
So you packed lightly. Her scarf, folded and pressed close to your chest. One change of clothes. Your journal, though you still hadn’t written in it. And the old film camera she used to mock because it took "too much effort for one photo."
You boarded the bus heading south.
The city fell behind like a memory you didn’t want to keep. Ahead: roads she loved. Streets she’d stuck her head out the window for, pretending the wind could carry her away. Trees she used to point at, wondering aloud how old they were. You remembered each place—not through landmarks, but through her voice echoing between buildings.
The first stop was the train station in the small town.
It looked the same. Maybe a little more faded, maybe the paint was peeling in more places than you remembered. But the platform… it still stretched out beneath the hazy sky like the day you got stranded there together.
That time, the rain came suddenly. A summer downpour so violent it drenched you both before you could even look for shelter. You panicked—typical, flustered, pacing and checking train times that had all been delayed. But she hadn’t. She’d laughed, calmly pulled you under a crooked awning near the far end of the station, and bought two cans of hot coffee from a humming vending machine with her last coins.
You sat there again—under that same crooked awning—this time without the warmth of her laugh, or her hands wrapping yours around the can to warm them.
Your fingers hovered in your lap. The space beside you was empty, but you turned your body slightly anyway, like muscle memory still believed she’d plop down beside you, wet hair clinging to her cheeks, and tease you for overreacting.
You stayed there for a long time, staring out at the tracks that didn’t seem to end.
No rain. No vending machine coffee. Just a memory warm enough to sting.
-
Next came the hill by the sunflower fields.
It wasn’t blooming season. You knew that. You’d checked before leaving. Still, something inside you needed to see it again. To see the slope where she used to pull you along, always a few steps ahead, always with that barely-contained excitement in her stride, like the flowers were waiting just for her.
She’d wear a straw hat too big for her head and hum songs you never recognized. You’d try to match her pace but fall behind, weighed down by heat and by her relentless enthusiasm. She’d look over her shoulder, grin, and shout at you to hurry, always ending her words with laughter.
The hill was bare now. Just rows of green stems not yet ready to bloom. The breeze tugged gently at your sleeves. The air still held that earthy scent you both loved—the scent she once said reminded her of home, even though she never explained why.
You climbed slowly, letting the wind guide you, your shoes brushing against brittle grass. At the top, you stood in the middle of nothing and everything.
No sunflowers.
No laughter.
Just the sky above and the wind across your face.
At the top of the hill, you took the disposable camera out of your bag. The same one she used to complain about, even though she secretly loved when you took photos of her when she wasn’t looking.
You lifted it and snapped a shot of the empty field. It wasn’t much. Just light, wind, and memory. But maybe that was enough. Maybe it was your way of tracing her shadow through the places she once touched.
Finally, you whispered her name there. Just once. Lee Jieun.
It didn’t echo back, but you kept moving anyway.
-
Each place carved out its own ache. A bench by a lake. A stone wall where she once carved her initials beside yours, saying it was cheesy but she liked the permanence of it. A seaside café where she once spilled her entire iced latte and laughed until she cried.
You didn't take more pictures. You didn’t need to. The moments weren’t yours to share anymore. They were yours to carry.
And then the final stop.
It was a quiet field, just outside the city. She picked it herself—years ago, when the thought of needing a place to rest wasn’t anything more than a far-off random conversation at 1 a.m., whispered between gulps of water and exhausted laughter.
"If I had to go,” she had said “…let it be here. Somewhere the wind can find me. Somewhere small and forgotten. Somewhere quiet."
You still remembered how soft her voice was when she said it….and now you stand at the edge of that field.
The sun had set an hour ago. The grass sways gently beneath your feet, as if the ground itself is breathing. The stars have crept into the sky, soft and diffused. You don’t bring flowers. You never do. She didn’t like them. Said they were too sad, too ceremonial.
Instead, you bring yourself. And every piece of her you still carry.
You stop at the foot of the small stone. No other words etched in gold, no flower vases or carved angels. Just her name, understated and soft. Like she always was in moments no one else saw. The date beneath it still feels impossible. As if time had no right to stamp itself on her life.
You lower yourself into the earth, knees brushing the wild grass, elbows sinking into your thighs. The air is cool. Damp from a day that flirted with rain but never followed through. Overhead, the sky deepens into blue-black velvet, thick and humming with the quiet pulse of night.
You don't cry. You don't speak. Muttering her name might break every pieces you have been holding back.
Grief has changed its shape. It no longer claws or shouts. It lingers like mist, curling in the corners of your ribs, asking nothing. It sits with you now, like an old friend. Familiar. Heavy. But bearable.
For a long while, there is only you and the wind.
And then a flicker. Then another. And another two.
Tiny golden glows begin to rise from the grass, hesitant at first, then gathering with soft confidence. Dozens. Then more. Fireflies, dotting the field like the stars decided to descend and hover closer to the ground tonight. They move slowly, weightlessly, swaying like they’re dancing to something you can’t hear.
You don’t move.
Your breath is shallow. Almost reverent.
In that light—subtle and shimmering—you feel something soften in the dark. Not a presence. Not exactly. But warmth. The kind of warmth she used to bring with her when she curled up beside you at night, breath steady and arms looped lazily around your waist.
You let the thought come, without shame.
That maybe Jieun’s here.
Maybe she saw the places you visited. Maybe she followed. Maybe she never really left.
The fireflies pulse brighter, rising into the air like lanterns let go without a wish. And for the first time in a long while, something in you begins to lift with them.
Not all the way. Not yet. But just enough to breathe without it hurting.
And as the night folds around you, soft and vast, the words surface—quiet, private, like a promise meant only for her:
"Tonight, I'll send the glow of a firefly to you.”
You don't know if she’ll see it…but you send it anyway.
And in that gentle glow, you imagine she might send one back. From wherever she is.
