King pls make some quick story of Taengoo in that dangerously good looking outfit of hers with the pink jacket from her concert. She’s driving me way too wild with all those clips and gifs I’ve seen lol.
Pre-Concert Ritual
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Kim Taeyeon has ruined your life.
“—fuck fuck fuck fu—”
You had such a good life, before. Stable job, eating healthily, going to the gym to play volleyball with your buddies, and plenty of free time to spend indulging in your hobbies. You really did used to have it good. No, you had it great.
“—yes, right there, right there!”
But now, all of that is ruined. None of those hobbies feel as good as Taeyeon does, and every time you seek a new hobby to indulge in, it ends up feeling bland. No one can compare to Taeyeon’s beauty and how it shines in even the simplest of outfits, her supreme confidence backed by her bombshell figure, how she wields her alure as a deadly weapon that forces you to kneel at her presence, the coy way she flaunts her figure by always showing just enough to leave the imagination reeling, how she dared to knock on the door to your room so late at night with such an outfit and demand your attention this instant, which of course, you give her. And are promptly being rewarded by—
“Fuck, your cock feels so fucking good inside me!”
The view of her supple tits bouncing up and down, the magnetic sight of those almond teats drawing random lines in the air, the sound of her juicy ass smacking against your crotch and the feeling of it occasionally grinding against you, the way her snowy-white skin would turn red at the lightest grip, the way her pussy always tried to squeeze the life out of your cock as if it was trying to choke it to death, the absolutely beautiful way she moaned that you swear would bring you to heaven, feeling her soft weight pressing against your body, feeling her soft legs straddling your hips, the way her fingers curled and her toes curled and her luscious lips parted and the way she threw her head back and—
“Fuck, Taeyeon…”
Kim Taeyeon has ruined your life, but for all you can tell, it’s for the better.
“Yes, more! Fuck, I’m so close, I’m so close—”
This moment is all that matters. All the bland, boring sex you’ve had in the past few weeks in a desperate search for someone, anyone who could live up to Taeyeon was worth wading through. Right now, watching Taeyeon ride you like her life depended on it, and feeling her pussy convulsing and pulling on your dick with every bouncing motion, was worth the wait.
“—please, please, fuck—”
“Come on then, cum already!”
Sneaking your hand between your connection, taking barely a second to find her clit and pressing on it is all the idol singer needs to completely unwind, tumbling down from her climax, letting loose an ecstatic scream that would make pornstars blush. Taeyeon shakes, violently, against your cock as her orgasm ripples through her entire body, completely consuming her like a tidal wave of ecstasy that leaves her with barely and strength to even lift her face off your chest after it fades.
“Oh my god…”
You already had your fair share of ecstasy—the evidence was on the nightstand next to the bed, in two tightly tied up condoms laying on the wooden surface—so you’re right there with her. Utterly spent, but entirely satisfied.
“Fuck, that was amazing.”
You can feel Taeyeon nod against your chest. “…yeah…”
“You gonna have enough strength for your concert tomorrow?”
Some way, somehow, for some godforsaken reason, the idol singer decided to fly you out to Taipei—on a different flight, of course—the day before she arrived, and had somehow snuck you into a hotel room near hers. One might’ve thought that an idol wouldn’t do something so risky, especially one of her stature—or perhaps it’s because she’s so accomplished and held so much power with her years of experience that she feels confident in pulling such a risky move. Not that you’re complaining, of course. You knew Taeyeon was busy the last few weeks preparing for these concerts, whose responsibilities overlapped with the multitude of other things she had going on simultaneously—recording for ‘Amazing Saturday’, talks for various shoots with a bunch of potential companies and sponsors, and whatnot—but it didn’t make you miss her any less. Miss her, and miss how these post-sex cuddle sessions felt, feeling her ample boobs pressing against your torso and feeling her legs tucked between yours, even the way she liked to rub her feet against your shins for whatever reason.
“Yeah, don’t worry.”
“I would’ve gotten tickets to this concert if I had known you were going to fly me here before.”
Taeyeon looks up and smiles at you. “Why? I’m already giving you the best show right here, in person, aren’t I?”
You have to nod at that. “That’s true.”
Taeyeon gives you, and herself, some time to catch your breath before she pushes herself off you to go clean up after herself before sneaking out of your room as stealthily and nonchalantly as she can.
Her next concert is in the Philippines, in their capital city of Manila, and your ticket and hotel reservations are already set by the time you’re back in Seoul. However, that isn’t the next time you get to see Taeyeon again.
“Oh, you’re here!”
Before Taeyeon ruined your life, it was always the chick coming to your place. To be fair, though, your place is a pretty nice place, if you do say so yourself—because you so often had company over, you make sure to keep it neat and tidy, and because you know how the girls swoon over a man who can cook, you’ve taught yourself a plethora of vibrant, tasty, healthy recipes alike.
With Taeyeon, all of that goes out the window.
As one of the more famous homebodies in South Korea, it always ends up being you being called over to come over to her place. There is a specific way you have to do so, with the ever-present paparazzi camping a few blocks from the entrance of her residence, but you find yourself not even particularly minding the hassle.
Wow. How absolutely whipped am I for this woman?
Your buddies would make fun of you, for sure, if they ever knew the extents you went through to get to Taeyeon’s house. Or maybe they wouldn’t if they knew it was Taeyeon. Which, none of them did, of course.
Past you might’ve even made fun of you for jumping through all these hoops, parking multiple blocks away in random directions, walking for five to sometimes even twenty minutes if Taeyeon reports to you an increase in nearby paparazzi to you, balling up your 1.85-meter-tall frame behind some bushes and walk in through her back entrance via a key she’s given you, and current you would’ve just taken it.
“Did you eat yet?”
“Mhm! Do you wanna watch something?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, have you watched that movie one of my members is in…”
Seeing Taeyeon’s face lighting up as she gushes about her talented members that she’s proud of, cuddling up next to her in front of her pretty massive TV as the movie begins playing … this is something the past you wouldn’t have understood the value of.
“Hmm, I’m sorta hungry…”
“Hungry already?” Taeyeon sticks her tongue out at you. “Do you want me to make you something?”
Taeyeon shakes her head, already having whipped out her phone. “I’m gonna order some bingsoo. Want some?”
This is the other thing that has been thrown out the window. While Taeyeon does, sometimes, allow you to cook for her, but mostly if you’re the one who brings ingredients or if you told her in advance what ingredients to get, she doesn’t seem to care much about cooking. Is it because she likes to spoil the ones she cares about, is it that she secretly doesn’t like your cooking, or maybe it’s because she’s just so used to ordering out that it’s her default option? You doubt it’s the second one: every single time you’ve cooked for her, which granted, isn’t very many times, Taeyeon has given you glowering reviews about your cooking. You decide that it’s that homebody inside her again that just loves the freedom and plethora of choice given by ordering out. Because, in the end, how much does Taeyeon really care about you? You know why she’s called you here, in the end.
After the movie ends, you stand up and pick up the dirty bowls and spoons. Just as you make it to the sink, though, you feel Taeyeon’s hands sneaking around your waist. “Leave them there. I’ll wash them in the morning.”
Man, I guess I really am whipped for her.
But who can blame you?
“I think we have some more important business to be attending to right now.”
“I can’t agree more.”
And just like that, Taeyeon’s completely naked on her bed, her tiny frame being straddled by your hulking figure, her eyes gently closed and her luscious, red lips gently parted, moaning a beautiful melody to her bedroom as your fingers work their magic on her core.
“Hmm…”
While Taeyeon is drowning in lust, you’re drinking in that lascivious sight. It’s equally captivating every time you’re granted the opportunity to witness it, and it’s why you’re completely content ignoring the tent in your pants, feeling your hand and your upper arm getting progressively more damp from the juices spurting out of her hole that your two digits are buried deep inside. You’re familiar enough with her body that it barely takes you a minute to find her sweet spots, and when you take little to no time to find it again, you don’t relent. Even feeling her other leg tense up in your other hand is an amazing sensation that you can’t get enough of.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy, Taeyeon.”
How many times have you said similar words to her? In fact, how many guys has she heard that from? You aren’t naïve enough to believe that you’re the only guy she’s fucking, but the words slip out nonetheless. It’s an unassailable truth; not only in private, whenever she’s squirming and writhing under your touch, but in public too, with all the thirst trap pictures she’s been posting on Instagram and all the skin she’s comfortable showing on stage these days. Showing off her assets unabashedly, her confidence growing with her age, and not only does it cause mental breakdowns to her fans worldwide but to you as well. Each picture she uploads to Instagram, each revealing outfit she wears for a stage, you swear it’s her just trying to rile you up for the next time you meet, where it feels like you’re getting progressively more and more ready to punish her for teasing you from the other side of your phone screen.
Which leads to now, where you’ve added another finger inside her, and Taeyeon responds positively by arching her back and bucking her hips onto your hand.
“Fuck! Yes! Yes, right there! Fuck, fuck, oh my god, fuck, please, more—” for someone with such an introverted personality, Taeyeon certainly has no qualms letting you know how much she’s enjoying fucking herself onto your three fingers, and when your fingers curl up to push against her G-spot, she lets you know exactly how she feels when she— “—fuck! Oh god, fuck, I’m going to—” you push against it again, and she lets out an even louder moan that’s beginning to border on a scream, “—I’m going to go crazy, holy fuck, oh my god—”
Not only are you making a woman feel such ecstasy, but the fact that it’s the Kim Taeyeon, globally loved by fans and idols alike, adds to it. Who else can say they’ve been able to witness such a scene, much less be the cause of it? To be able to have this level of access to such a famous person, to be given the honor to give this level of ecstasy to someone who is normally near impossible to be in arm’s-reach of, that aspect of it all isn’t lost on you in the slightest.
“So loud, as always.”
“You-You, you shouldn’t fucking oh my god—” Taeyeon’s breath hitches when the ravenous pistoning motion of your hands causes your thumb to unintentionally—truly, unintentionally—brush against her clit.
“I-I, I shouldn’t what?”
“You—you little—aahn!”
You’re relentless. But can you be blamed? It’s entrancing, the way she tries to act tough, and how that immediately gets shut down when you, this time, intentionally squeeze her clit between your thumb and index finger, how utterly adorable her resulting squeal is and the happy chemicals you feel surging into your brain, watching her back arch and her eyes slam back shut, knowing it’s you that’s causing this reaction to the idol. When you’re by yourself, even when you’re with other girls, these scenes would play in your mind over and over. Taeyeon is like a drug, and you’re hopelessly addicted.
“I’ll tell you latER!”
Again, Taeyeon is interrupted mid-sentence, this time when your fingers curl up to bump into her G-spot again.
“Are you?” You’ve imprinted so many scenes of Taeyeon, writhing in pleasure underneath you, in your brain, but it’s never enough. In your bed, in her bed, in various hotel rooms, on her couch, even in her car one time that was uncomfortable but hot in its own way. “And what is it that you wanna tell me?”
Everything about Taeyeon seems to have been designed to be maximally arousing and just sexy, and how sensitive she is to your touches adds to that narrative in your mind. You can see her trying to meet your eyes when she tries to answer, but teasingly rubbing a circle around her clit causes not words to exit her mouth, but a sharp gasp. “Ffff—god, I—” you can just about feel her body shiver as you hit her G-spot again. “—I’m gonna make you—” and again, it takes just a slight movement of your fingers or your thumb to interrupt her.
“You’re gonna make me?”
You can see Taeyeon both swearing at you with her eyes but also drowning in pleasure the more your fingers disappear inside her snatch over and over and over again.
“Gonna make you—nng, fuck!—gonna ma-make—” the more she tries to force the words out, the fiercer your hand becomes, the more lust clouds her brain, and the harder it becomes to speak. You’re playing her like a fiddle, and Taeyeon is hopeless to do anything about it.
“Ffuck—fuck you!”
“Oh, I’m counting on that.”
As addicted you are to Taeyeon, you can tell that the reverse is true. How, tonight, after so long without seeing each other, she’s slightly more sensitive than normal, slightly more vocal than usual, how she didn’t bother correct the little misspelling of her text telling you to come over, how touchy she was being during the movie—you’re not sure if your own horniness was leaking out, or maybe she was getting affected by some kind of pheromones that you were releasing. It’s something about your very presence, especially after so long, that was clearly getting to her. Enough that she pulled you away from the dishes, something she seems to be pretty strict about.
“I-I want to feel you inside me, babe.”
“Hm? I already am though?”
You know what she means, but making her beg is your favorite pastime. “Not—ahn, fuck!—not your ha—your hands, your—hnnng—…not your hands, your dick!”
You find that she almost always buckles pretty quickly. You like to think that you’re just that good, but realistically, part of it also probably is how sensitive she is. At least, that’s how it seems like to you; by the end of foreplay, when you go to take Taeyeon’s panties off, you almost always find them to be at least somewhat damp, if not completely soaked.
You take your hands off her only to strip the remaining few clothes off your body before resting them on those creamy, juicy thighs you’ve seen so many pictures of peeking through the holes of the pink-and-black stage outfit. How many times have you felt the tender skin in your hands? Yet, scrolling through those pictures online, and now having them in your hands, and suddenly, it feels like your first time again.
But you can see the impatience in Taeyeon’s face. Heck, you can feel it in her body, the way she’s gently rocking back and forth, trying to create any friction between herself and the bed now that your hands are keeping her legs spread wide open, so you don’t give yourself much time at all to marvel at her legs. Instead, your eyes zero in on the prize: the freshly shaven pair of flopping wet—soaked—pair of pussy lips sitting at the intersection of her legs.
“Please, babe, I need you so bad, inside me, please…”
“Since you asked so nicely…”
Every single time, it both feels like the first time and doesn’t. Pushing your throbbing member inside her blisteringly hot core, feeling the overwhelming tightness gripping your cock and feeling her pussy slathering you with its nectar: every single time, it feels like your entire life has been leading up to this moment, a sensation of pure and utter bliss and ecstasy, an explosion going on inside your brain that feels unrivaled by anything else you’ve ever experienced before. And then, as you begin stretching her out more, as Taeyeon’s pussy begins to accustom to your cock, the familiarity sinks in: the familiarity of the way her vaginal walls hug your cock, the way she moans when you hit certain spots inside her, the way she begins bucking her hips to match your rhythm almost instanteously, the sight of her squirming body and her loud, beautiful moans that ring in your ears. In the beginning, it would take Taeyeon up to a few minutes to give you the go-ahead to move as you pleased, but now, that grace period wasn’t necessary. Which was strange because you swear Taeyeon feels just as tight and wet and hot as the first time, but you chalk it up to her just getting used to the feeling of your cock splitting her tight little cunt apart and don’t think about it for another millisecond.
“Yes! Oh my god! Babe, your cock, oh my god, I needed this so much—”
The amazement of your first time with Taeyeon, seeing her naked for the first time, feeling her plush, taut skin for the first time, feeling her pussy squirting out juices onto you for the first time, feeling her lips pressing against yours for the first time, feeling her tight little pussy wrapped around your cock and rubbing layer after layer of her bodily fluid all over you with every thrust that fully hilts her, but only for a brief second, it never doesn’t feel just as novel and just as amazing. How is it possible that you’ve had sex with this woman so many times, and yet you’re always crawling back for more?
“Fuck, ah, fuck, Taeyeon, your pussy feels so fucking good.”
It actually feels like, instead of the usual process you’ve experienced with other women, where you gradually get bored of them over time, with Taeyeon, the reverse happens. Every time you separate, you’re left wanting more. A longing, an unhealthy yearning, sometimes so all-consuming that you have to rub one out a few times during the day and feel not only shitty about it, but no less satisfied. No women you’ve been with could fix it, either; you’ve, in fact, tried to get with women who you thought specifically looked like Taeyeon, or had the same body type of Taeyeon, but it always ultimately ended with you getting bored.
“Keep going, keep going babe, I’m so close!”
You can’t even tell what about Taeyeon it is that keeps you coming back.
“Yes! I’m so close, please, I can’t hold on for much longer!”
Actually, yes, you can.
“You want it again today, huh?”
It’s Taeyeon. That’s all the reason anyone needs.
“Yes! Creampie me so hard, I can’t walk tomorrow!”
Taeyeon. Kim Taeyeon. The legendary idol, Kim Taeyeon. Perfect, slim yet surprisingly curvy body. Perfect chiseled, proportioned face. Perfect silky-smooth voice. Perfect goofy, fun-loving personality. Perfect, perfect, perfect.
“Then, don’t blame me when you can’t.”
That night, Taeyeon doesn’t let you stop until you’ve deposited four loads inside her, although by the last, you feel like you’re essentially shooting blanks. And if you were physically capable, you would’ve loved to go for a fifth round, but it was much too late into the night and you were at the end of your rope. Part of you cursed your lack of stamina, but the other part of you was so exhausted that it was doing everything in its power to not just collapse onto her bed and shut down. So, naturally, when Taeyeon reassures you that it’s ok, that’s exactly what you do.
For all her sexual needs, she is a professional at the end of the day. That is to say, Taeyeon did call you to her hotel room prior to leaving for the concert venue in Manila, but only to—
“Hnn, yes, harder! I need it! I need everything!”
With how loud Taeyeon is being, you’re slightly scared of guests in nearby hotel rooms hearing the salacious sounds of her getting railed from behind on her bed. It is relatively late in the day, and hotel rooms tend to be empty at around this time, but what about the cleaners? The room is soundproofed, as Taeyeon reassured you, but you feel like you’ve heard things out of ‘soundproof’ rooms before. Or, rather, gotten noise complaints despite being in a so-called ‘soundproof’ room.
But those thoughts don’t slow you down one bit. You have a job to do, after all, and this time, Taeyeon has made it crystal clear what that job entails.
“I’m so close, Taeyeon, I’m almost there.”
“Do it! Fill me up! Empty everything you have into my slutty little pussy!”
You’ve seen Taeyeon’s vlogs, heard accounts of her kind and caring behavior from various staff members and backup dancers that she’s worked with, and you know how considerate she is and how she seems to, generally, the type of person who is overly demanding. Which is all the more reason to obey her when she does demand something of you. Or, rather, command it.
“So needy, Taeyeon.”
In the weeks leading up, she requested you save yourself, to not even masturbate, for her for this very day. She didn’t explain much else, but you all too willingly complied; it was relatively easy for you after uninstalling Instagram for those weeks, but seeing her in person earlier that day brought all the pent-up lust that you didn’t even know you had to the surface.
Which was why, you felt like, you were particularly aggressive, and why, this time, it felt slightly shorter than usual. “Taeyeon—” your final warning comes out as a loud grunt. You fully hilt her one last time before you explode, painting her walls white with your mark and then some. Waves of euphoria crash down upon you, Taeyeon’s own pussy massaging and squeezing your cock as it does its utmost to fulfill the needy idol’s order.
“Oh god, oh my god, so much!”
It was, quite literally, exactly what she asked for, but Taeyeon was still surprised by the sheer volume of cum that you had saved up just for her. And now that you were pumping it into her, with no concerns of whether or not it’s overflowing out of her, it’s like a never-ending assault of dopamine on her brain, the hot liquid flooding her already hot pussy.
When your orgasm finally died down, Taeyeon, sensing it, quickly piped up. “Quick!”
The post-orgasm fatigue is starting to hit you, but not so much that you forget the entirety of her request. You accept the thing Taeyeon hands you, a dildo-shaped object with a malleable, wide base at the bottom designed to be adhesive to skin, peel off the release paper, carefully extract yourself from her and quickly shove the stopper inside her, making sure to carefully seal the adhesive to her bottom.
“Mmm…” Taeyeon lets out a low hum of approval, a slight shudder running up her spine as the feeling of your cock wedged deep inside her is replaced with a considerably smaller, plastic one. The sensation that elicits such a reaction isn’t that, however: it’s the feeling of your cum stoppered inside her, the object plugging her pussy up nice and tightly. “So warm, I love it.”
If it wasn’t for your refractory period, and if it wasn’t for the limited amount of time you have with her, just the sight of Taeyeon closing her eyes and tilting her head back slightly and smiling as she enjoys the feeling of your pent-up load inside her would’ve been an instant hard-on. “And you’re going to do your entire concert with that?”
Taeyeon nods. “I always wanted to try this ever since I met you.”
“Hm? Why ever since you met me?”
Taeyeon opens her eyes, looking at you with a slightly confused expression. “Um, because … we started having sex? I’m sorry, I don’t think I know what do you mean?”
“Well, why not with anyone else you’ve been having sex with?”
“Well, because I don’t have sex with anyone else.”
That bombshell drop made the following few weeks so much insanely harder when Taeyeon asked you for the same thing. Try as you might to stay off SNS, it’s all but inevitable that pictures of Taeyeon in her various concert outfits make their way to your screen, and it goes without saying, but seeing such pictures increased the difficulty of the challenge to a nearly impossible level.
It was clearly also getting to Taeyeon, the prospect of performing in front of thousands of screaming, adoring fans with your cum sloshing around in that tight little snatch of hers, because her requests became increasingly ridiculous. The first few, Taeyeon just asked for the same thing, albeit allowing you to use one of her unoccupied holes for an extra round or two, but for Macau, Taeyeon asked for a double-shot: not letting you out after depositing your first load, keeping you locked inside her until the second load started spilling out of your hot, tight connection before allowing you to plug her back up. Then, in Singapore, Taeyeon brought two of those stoppers, and, as you surmised, requested you to fill up both her pussy and her ass with a nice, thick load before plugging up both of them.
The Bangkok concert is the first one of the tour series that you actually managed to snag some tickets for, and Taeyeon seemed to want to celebrate by doing away with formalities and having you stay with her in her hotel room.
Which, of course, meant the two of you spent the majority of the night fucking like rabbits.
“Those fucking outfits, showing off so much skin, do you know how fucking hard it was for me?”
Taeyeon could barely manage a smirk, her face contorting with pleasure as your cock repeatedly battered her cervix with long, forceful thrusts. “Why do you think I wore them?”
“Those pants, so dangerously close to showing your ass, when both of your slutty fucking, greedy holes were sloshing around with my cum—” the bed is creaking, a loud-and-clear protest for the intense physical activity its occupants were partaking in, “—and asking me to not even masturbate?”
“Tell me it wasn’t worth it though.” Taeyeon’s legs had locked themselves around your waist two orgasms ago, but you swear you barely feel the fatigue. All it takes is the memory of those restless nights, the image of Taeyeon happily smiling with so much leg exposed, knowing full well that one wrong movement and the world would see streams of cum trickling down Taeyeon’s leg, and all of that pent-up, raw, desire to come roaring back, and you would be pounding Taeyeon into the mattress just minutes later. “Come on, babe. I know you want to pump me fuller, and then watch me moving and dancing around on that stage, knowing just how many times you’ve loaded me up with cum.”
You can feel Taeyeon’s sweat trickling down her leg and onto your back, and that somehow makes it hotter. “Such a fucking slut. Smiling in front of so many fans while your pussy is filled up with so much cum, and getting off to that fact.”
“Your fucking slut though, right?”
That cheeky comment is what pushes you to follow through on that gradually building tension, and the following release that marks the third load being deposited inside the female idol.
For the last stop of the tour, Hong Kong, Taeyeon didn’t even need to ask; having witnessed the exuberant energy Taeyeon emitted, happily dancing and bouncing around with a dildo firmly wedged inside her pussy, desperately holding all three loads you had fucked into her the previous night inside her, and now, feeling that same, curvy, soft, bouncy body against your skin and hearing that same voice that sung so proudly and happily moaning your name so loudly and unabashedly that you’re all but sure that the guests next door, if there are any, will submit noise complaints the next day is what pushes you to grace both of her holes with two loads each.
Maybe it was because the Hong Kong concert was the last one of the concert tour, or maybe it was some other extraneous factor that you weren’t sure about, but you could’ve sworn that Taeyeon seemed more vibrant and energetic than usual at that concert.
