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If you were being honest, you had no reason to believe that you’d get to spend time with your girlfriend this holiday. 

It was a brutal reality but one you had accepted, if only to save yourself from getting your hopes up only to be ultimately disappointed. It was better this way. The two of you would be able to get together after the busy holiday season and exchange everything then, it was fine.

And while you told yourself that you couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of longing as you watched other couples walk through the snow covered streets hand in hand. It was a reality you knew would be scarce when you started dating Ryujin, and on most days it was fine. After all she always more than made it up to you. But the holidays were always a bit more difficult than usual.

“Is that seat taken?” 

You had been about to open your mouth and tell the stranger that it was. A lie but a necessary one, you weren’t exactly in the mood for a stranger’s company. You wanted her company. 

However, the words never left your mouth as when you turned from the window view to look at the stranger you were left speechless. She was wearing a knit beanie and a face mask but you knew those eyes anywhere. 

“Babe?! What are you doing here?” you questioned, your tone giving off varying degrees of astonishment. You glanced around, checking if any of her handlers or bandmates were with her.

“It’s just me” she chuckled, seeing your response. “I got Lia to cover for me while I snuck out of practice to see you.” 

Maybe it was the fact that you had just been reminiscing over the fact that you didn’t get to spend holidays together like a normal couple and was feeling particularly sentimental but you felt emotion welling up inside you and quickly hid your face from her view.

“Aw, babe,” Ryujin laughed, pulling your head against her chest. “Did you really miss me that much?” 

“I didn’t think I was going to get to see you until after the holidays” you answered her, your voice slightly muffled against her hoodie. 

Ryujin was quiet for a moment, merely holding you close. You wondered what could be going through her mind. After all, she was aware of the sacrifices you both made to make this relationship work. The fact that she was sneaking out to see you now was proof of that. 

“I wish things were different,” she said, her hand stroking your back. “But you know I’ll always find time for you. Remember that face time the other night?”

Your cheeks burned red and you were glad to have it hidden from her view as it would’ve resulted in even more teasing. The face time in question happened the other night. It had been one of your virtual dates and had ended in Ryujin giving you very specific instructions as you touched yourself to her commands. To say it was a memorable event would be an understatement. 

“Don’t bring that up here” you muttered, “Not when I can’t do anything about it.”

“Are you going to get frustrated?” she questioned, pulling back and tilting your chin up to look at her. You could practically hear the smug smile that was hiding behind that mask. She was enjoying every moment of this and you’d begrudgingly admit that you were too. She was honestly too good at teasing. “You know I can probably squeeze out a half hour. We could enjoy a coffee or…”

“Or?” your voice was just a hitch too hopeful and eager.

“Or you can get your Christmas gift early” Ryujin leaned down so that she was beside your ear. Pulling down her mask she bit at your earlobe for a moment before continuing in a husky voice. “I know you’ll love it.”

Your hands gripped her waist tightly as arousal shot through you. Yes, she was definitely too good at this.

“You know when you put it like that it’s not much of a choice.”

Ryujin leaned back, revealing her grin to you for the first time. It was a familiar expression that you’d never get tired of no matter how much she teased you. As you hurriedly gathered your things and Ryujin pulled you by the hand out of the coffee shop and into the snow you couldn’t help but think this might be the best Christmas ever.

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"Yah! Are you crazy?!" 

Laughter followed her hushed whisper as you led Eunji down the corridor, only occasionally throwing a glance over your shoulder. You didn’t dare stop, for if you did you knew you would lose your conviction so instead you continued to lead her by the hand, hoping and praying no one caught sight of the two of you sneaking away. 

You were currently filming ISAC, a holiday special event and gathering of idols that also happened to be an all day film shoot where most of your time was spent sitting on the floor and finding different ways to pass the time. On the bright side it was also a time when you were able to interact with other idols under far less scrutiny than any other occasion. A fact that you were intent on taking advantage of. 

Of course, you were still under the eye of the public and fans. For the most part you had to stay with your members or talk to members of other male groups. At most you were able to share a friendly bow or brief conversation with the female idols you called friends. You were most certainly not allowed to hang around your girlfriend, Jung Eunji of Apink. 

Fortunately, you had a plan for that. 

When it came time to enjoy your break was when you made your move. You quietly sent a message to Eunji, grateful that you were at least allowed to have your phones during this event. 

[ to J.E. ]: make an excuse to leave in 10 mins

[ from J.E.]: what? why?

[ to J.E. ]: i want to show you something

[ to J.E. ]: 10 mins don’t be late.

[ from J.E. ]: ok...

Despite the cryptic veil of  your messages you knew that Eunji wasn’t naive. She had to know you were up to something and sure enough ten minutes after you had left to go to the bathroom you spotted a familiar tracksuit walking down the hall. You made sure she saw you before you turned down another hallway. There were a few paranoid moments when you thought someone else might turn the corner but fortunately Eunji’s face was the first one that appeared. 

“What are you up to, huh? People are going to get suspicio--” 

You cut her off by doing one of the most daring and perhaps stupid things you had ever done. Your hands cupped her face and you pressed your lips against her own. When you pulled back you fully expected to be scolded for your action but instead what you recieved was Eunji tip-toeing and pressing her lips back to yours. 

The kiss lasted longer than the first and although it was still brief, to you it had felt like an eternity. It was exhilarating in a way that was hard to describe. Despite not being able to be out in public it almost felt like at this moment you were and that thought alone had your heart racing. When Eunji pulled back she was taking deep breaths and by the smile on her features you could tell she felt the same. 

That was when you let instinct take over and grabbed her hand, quickly taking off down the hall without another word.

You finally came to a stop, ducking into a supply closet after making sure no one was watching the two of you. The door closed and you and Eunji were stuck together in dark close quarters. Your heavy breathing filled the air, more from adrenaline than exertion. Her forehead pressed against yours, laughter soon filling the silence. 

“This is crazy,” you muttered, confirming Eunji’s earlier accusation.

Rather than verbally agree with you, Eunji tilted her head up, capturing your lips in another heated kiss. What followed was nothing short of a mess. Your hands were all over each other, grabbing at whatever fabric you came into contact with; all in the confines of a small space. You  pressed her back against the door, hoping the resounding thud wasn’t loud enough to be heard outside.

“Have I mentioned that I hate these uniforms?” you muttered when your fingers finally managed to slip under her sweatshirt only to feel another layer of clothing. 

“What, you don’t like green sweaters?” she teased, shuddering in your grasp as your fingers finally brushed against her bare skin. 

You responded by kissing her again, muffling any further retorts she might have. Your hips ground into hers causing a dangerous reaction to stir. It was one thing to fool around in a closet before getting back to lunch but it was another to give into the temptation that was bubbling beneath the surface. You wondered if Eunji was having similar thoughts by the way your embrace had become far more desperate, eager to consume as much of the other as you could. You  got your answer when you felt Eunji’s hand sliding down, rubbing against your cock over your sweatpants. 

“Here?” she breathed out, briefly pulling back to look up at you. Your eyes had adjusted in the darkness and you couldn’t help but marvel at how beautiful she was. 

Your response came in a nod to which Eunji kissed you once before turning around, her chest pressed against the door and her ass presented towards you. “This really is crazy.”

“We don’t have much time,” Eunji said as she looked over her shoulder.

She was right, you would have plenty of time to recollect on the absurdity of your actions later. You made quick work of your sweatpants, shoving them down to free your cock and pulling Eunji’s pants down just enough to expose her to you. Had there been more time you  would’ve savored the moment but in these circumstances you didn’t waste a single moment lining yourself up and sliding past her already dripping entrance.

Eunji muffled a moan with her hand as you filled her to the hilt.You stretched her walls deliciously, remaining still as you gave her a second to get used to the welcome intrusion.You could still remember the first time you had been together when Eunji needed more time to get used to your size. Now while she was still tight as ever, it didn’t take nearly as long.

“Okay” she said, giving you the green light. 

Just like that a flip was switched. Needless to say there was nothing romantic about your union. It was needy, rushed, and not to mention cramped. A few times you would bang a limb on one thing or another and you and Eunji couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

Despite those hiccups though there was an undeniable thrill to what you were doing. 

As idols your very livelihood hinged on us keeping your noses clean. All it took was one bad scandal to end your career. And yet it was that very same risk that was giving you a thrill. At any given moment anyone could open the door Eunji was pressed against and you would be discovered in a very compromising position -- the idea alone had  your blood pumping. Truthfully you had never considered  yourself a risk-taker or daredevil to this point but maybe you’d have to start rethinking it.

As you lost yourselves in the act, you also lost track of time. You knew you couldn’t be long or your absence would become noticed and your desperate actions reflected that mentality. This might not be  your proudest moment with Eunji but it’d certainly be one of the most memorable. It wasn’t long before you felt a familiar pressure building up in  your loins. 

“Eunji” you panted out against the shell of her ear, the strain evident in your voice. “I-I’m not going to last much longer.”

Her free hand reached back, slipping around  your neck to pull you closer. “Just...a little bit longer.”

You did your best to comply with her wishes, toes curling as you tried to stave off your own orgasm while simultaneously bringing Eunji closer to hers. It was no easy feat, especially with the talented singer’s low chanting in your ear as she rocked back against you with each stroke you made.

“Right there...there...there...ah!”

With that exclamation she buried her face into her arm to muffle her moans as her orgasm crashed over her. It was the only trigger you needed to finally lose yourself as well, your release hitting you like a tidal wave as you held onto her tightly. Your mind was still trying to come down from the high, let alone come to terms with what the two of you had just done. Or the fact that you still had a half day of shooting left.

To say it was going to be interesting would be an understatement.

“And that was the time we had sex backstage at ISAC.” 

You finished  your story with a rather prideful smile on your features. A part of you knew you should have some semblance of shame but honestly it was one of the best memories you had. Probably because it was something you would never do again.

You glanced around to gauge the reaction of the members. Eunji had her face buried in her hands, her cheeks surely as red as an apple. Though you could see the hints of a smile peaking out at the side of her hands. Hayoung was looking at you with shocked eyes through her fingers, unsure of what to do about getting these intimate details about her unnie. Even Naeun, who was usually unreadable, had her eyebrows raised in disbelief of what she had just heard. 

“What? You guys asked to hear it!” 

“We didn’t think it would be that extreme!” Chorong protested, laughter littering her tone. 

“What did you expect when you asked ‘what was the craziest place you had sex’?” you defended, refusing to be teased or shamed for your adventurous mindset. 

“I thought it’d be a bathroom or something!” 

“Unnie” Namjoo interjected. “I always thought you would be more vanilla with sex.”

“Yah! How am I the vanilla one??” 

As the living room descended into utter chaos, you couldn’t help but think that this was how it was meant to be. 

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"I've noticed your grades dropping a bit recently. Is everything okay?"

At her question you swallowed thickly. Ms. Yu had asked you to stay after class and now she was confronting you out of sincerity. Which, while kind, was only putting you further on edge. After all. it wasn't as if you could come out and say that the reason you had been failing was because you spent more time fantasizing about the things she'd do to you than focusing on the lessons.

No, that was definitely not an option.

"U-uh, yeah! Everything is fine, Ms. Yu" you stammered quickly.

"Are you sure? If it's something at home or an issue with another student you can tell me" the professor took a step forward, taking your hand in hers. "I'm here to help you."

Your body betrayed you, a heat rushing to your cheeks at the physical contact. Gosh, she's even prettier up close you found yourself thinking as your tongue had seemingly turned to cotton.

"I, um, y-yes well – "

Words seemed to fail you as you were sure you were making a fool of yourself but Ms. Yu only smiled softly with a slight glint of mischief in her gaze. Or at least you sure that’s what it was. Maybe that was just what you wanted it to be.

“I don’t want there to be any tension between us” Ms. Yu pressed on, capitalizing on your stuttering lack of words. She was always so confident and composed. It was one of the many things you had always admired about her whenever you saw her taking control of a classroom. You always wondered what other areas she’d be assertive in. “So if there’s anything I can do to ease that tension…”

She trailed off. While one of her hands remained holding yours, the other came to rest on your hip. Your breath hitched in your throat, unable to tear your eyes away from her piercing gaze. You almost wanted to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming but you couldn't even bring yourself to do that much.

"...Please, let me know," Ms. Yu finished.

“Kiss me.”

The words were blurted out so quickly and boldly, it was almost a shock when you realized they had fallen from your lips. If Ms. Yu was shocked by your confession she didn’t show it on her features. In fact, she was looking at you as if she had expected as much; the corner of her lips upturning in the hint of a satisfied smile.

“If that’s what you want.”

You didn’t get the chance to confirm or chicken out as your professor was already leaning close, closing the distance between the two of you. Before you knew it, her soft lips were pressing against yours, fulfilling the wish you had daydreamed about all semester.

It was even better than you could have imagined. Her lips were soft and patient while capturing yours in an intimate embrace. After the daze wore off you began to respond, following her lead as she guided you. Her tongue ran along your bottom lip and you felt your breath hitch again, a sense of shamelessness filling you at how quickly you parted your lips for her. Her tongue danced against yours, mapping your mouth as if it was her territory.

You didn’t know when her hand had slipped under your blouse but you were suddenly made aware of her fingers slipping under the cup of your bra, groping your breasts with ease. Rather than recoil, you moaned into Ms. Yu’s mouth, your chest arching into her touch.

“Is this what you wanted?” she parted, asking as if she couldn’t feel your nipples pebble beneath her palm.

“M-mhm” you managed, nodding your head.

There was a part of you that argued you should maintain some composure. That you shouldn’t be turning into putty in her hands. However, there was one big problem with that. You, really, really wanted to become putty in her hands. So it was no surprise that when Ms. Yu pushed you against the white board you let out another moan.

“Ms. Yu…”

“Call me Karina” she whispered against your ear.

“Karina…” her preferred name rolled off your tongue like honey.

“I love the way you say that.”

You had never imagined you’d see this side of Karina. She was always so helpful and kind. It was only in your fantasies that you’d imagine her touching you; her hand slipping from your breast past your navel to the hem of your skirt. Your thighs parting as she pressed her knee between them, causing you to reflexively rub your sex against it. Except it wasn’t a fantasy anymore, it was actually happening.

“That’s a good girl,” Karina cooed. “You’re dripping through your panties. No wonder you couldn’t focus on class.”

Her blunt statement caused a red hue to color your cheeks and they flushed with heat. But there was no hiding from her accusation. Not when you were shamelessly grinding against her thigh, chasing a pleasure high as if you weren’t in a classroom with the door unlocked. When your parents had agreed to let you go away for university, you were sure they didn’t have this kind of tutoring in mind.

A pleasured cry left, causing you to muffle yourself as you felt Karina’s fingers join in on the torture, teasing your clit as you continued to gyrate against her thigh which was now slick with your arousal. She didn’t seem to mind in the least, her only goal apparently was to get you off.

That and drive you insane.

Which, with how things were going, wasn't going to be hard. In fact, it was just around the corner.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed, thighs trembling as you pushed yourself hard against her thigh. If Karina hadn’t been holding you up you might have just collapsed in a puddle on the floor. Though, given how your mind was a daze right now that would have been perfectly fine. Instead, you were limp against her body, doing your best to remain coherent.

“Are you okay?”

“Hmm?”

“I said are you okay?”

Your eyes blinked rapidly, the world coming back into focus. You were standing on your own two feet, not sweat drenched and collapsed in Karina’s arms. Ms. Yu was standing a few feet away from you with a concerned look on her features; not pinning you up against the board with seduction in her gaze.

It had all been a fantasy after all.

At that realization as well as the one that you had ruined your underwear, you could already feel the heat getting to your cheeks.

“It looked like you were somewhere else for a moment there,” Ms. Yu continued, “Is there anything I could do to help?”

You paused for a moment at those words, heart skipping a beat. They sounded oh so familiar…But no. Nope. Without giving yourself a chance to do something you would regret you quickly gathered your things and bolted for the door.

“Sorry, Ms. Yu! I’ve got to go!!”

The rest of this semester was going to be torture.

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"Congratulations on your comeback, hoobae."

Standing on the other side of the doorway was one Jang Wonyoung, still dressed in her outfit from her hosting duties. You had teased her beforehand that in another life she would have made a perfect airline stewardess. A comment that earned you a stubborn pout and crossed arms in response. Now she was standing with her hands behind her back and a beaming smile on her features.

In response to this you rolled your eyes.

"You think you're funny, huh?" you said, only playfully annoyed.

In truth, the two of you had known each other for a long time now. The difference was Wonyoung had debuted before you and as a result was technically your sunbae in the industry despite being a year older than her. A fact that she gladly held over your head and teased you with whenever she got the chance.

"Go on then, do whatever you came here for. Is this a skit?"

Wonyoung's smile faded from her features as she pouted, stepping into your dressing room. "Do you think I'd do that? I take my job very seriously, you know."

She was honestly too good at that. Over the years of your friendship, it had earned her more than few free meals out of you. But who could blame you for caving to that face making such an expression? Still, for now you only related slightly, keeping your arms crossed.

"Alright, well, I don't see any flowers. Where's my gift then?"

You expected Wonyoung to make a joke about it or even acted offended by you demanding some kind of gift when her presence was standing right in front of you. But the comment never came. Instead, she closed the door behind her and turned to face you, placing a hand on your chest. She looked up at you, not with her pout but a mischievous look as she took a step forward.

"Like I said, I take my job very seriously," Wonyoung said. "And as your senior it's my job to take care of you."

Her other hand moved lower; fingers tugged at the belt loops on your pants. Her hand on your chest moved upwards, cupping your jaw as Wonyoung fixed you with a sweet smile. You found yourself were exactly this came from. You had witnessed your friend's ability to flip a switch on stage depending on the performance, but this was something else entirely.

"Here?" was the question you could manage.

At that her mischievous look only grew. "You know I have a busy schedule."

There was a teasing quip sitting at the tip of your tongue but given what Wonyoung was offering you swallowed it for the moment. Lest she suddenly decide to punish you for speaking back to your sunbae. Instead, a small grin formed on your features as you met her gaze.

"I'm lucky to have such a caring senior."

Wonyoung bit her bottom lip, a pleased hum leaving her. For a moment she looked like she was considering something but ultimately swallowed the thought. "That's right. Now let sunbae take care of you."

Given the princess image Wonyoung had with the fans and media, it was almost amusing to hear her talking in such a mature, dominant tone. Amusing, until she began to sink to her knees in front of you. Then it was just arousing, evident by the bulge that had begun to form at the front of your pants. Wonyoung stared at it for a moment, running her manicured fingers over it, causing it to twitch at her touch. A light giggle that was more familiar from Wonyoung left her as she looked up at you.

"Sensitive?"

"More like easily excited."

"Aren't those the same thing?"

You opened your mouth to reply, ready to point out the semantics between the two, only for words to fail you as Wonyoung undid your pants and took hold of your now exposed cock. Instead of retorting you had to suppress a moan, biting down on your inner cheek. She may have closed the door, but these walls weren't soundproof. The last thing you needed was for someone to come barging in or a rumor to spread.

For her part, Wonyoung showed no such concern. She began stroking your length, pulling the skin back to expose the bulbous head. You hissed in pleasure, eyes closed for a brief moment as pleasure shot through your body. Maybe you should have leaned against a make-up or chair before she got started just in case but there was no way you were going to stop her now. Especially not when you felt her tongue flick over the head of your cock. Now that was sensitive. You opened your eyes, determined not to miss the site as she did it again, your cock throbbing in her grasp.

Wonyoung looked up at you, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of her lips as she continued to tease the tip with her tongue while her hand continued to slowly stroke the shaft. The action left you between pleasure and torture. What she was doing felt amazing but you also desperately wanted more from her. As if she read your mind, Wonyoung's wrapped around the tip of your cock. And while it wasn't wholly what you wanted, the difference in pleasure as she sucked on the sensitive head, her tongue still teasing it, was more than enough to satisfy you.

"W-where did you learn that?"

Wonyoung came off your cock with a wet pop, looking at you with her familiar pout. "You know it's rude to ask a girl that right? Besides," she raised your cock, her tongue running under its shaft from base to tip. "Do you really want me to answer that? Or should I continue?"

Fuck. Where did such an angel learn to be so filthy? Is this what Eunbi was teaching her? You would have to settle for speculation because there was no way you were going to stop this to get a full explanation.

"Continue!" you said a little too eagerly, clearing your throat, "Please continue, sunbaenim."

A pleased expression crossed Wonyoung's features as you played into what started all of this. She looked up at your, her gaze locking on yours as she finally began to swallow your length, inch by inch. She might be one of your closest friends, but you'd be damned if that image wouldn't be etched into your mind forever.

Unable to take you fully on the first try, her head bobbed back and forth on what she could manage, her hand stroking the unattended parts.

"Fuck..." you muttered under your breath.

You were still trying to stay quiet, but she wasn't making it easy on you. After your cock was slick with saliva and pre-cum, Wonyoung again attempted to throat the entire length. You watched as the idol turned 'stewardess' pushed her head further and further along your cock. You could feel her tongue flat against its underside, briefly pausing when you felt your cock hit the back of her mouth before she continued. Finally, she reached the base, holding it for a moment as she successfully deep throated your cock.

"I'll never underestimate you again, Jang Wonyoung..." you said, unintentionally saying your thoughts out loud.

If your senior took offense to it, she didn't show it. Instead, she came off your cock with a vulgar sound a trail of spit connecting your member to her normally pristine lips. After taking a second to catch her breath she took your length once more, this time vigorously bobbing her head back and forth.

"S-shit!" you moaned, finding it hard to maintain your composure and volume. "That's it. Fuck, Wonyoung."

Your hand instinctively went to the back of her head, careful not to grip it the way you really wanted to and ruin her appearance. Though...given the way she was currently gagging on your cock that might have been a moot point. Gone was the cover girl and stylish brand ambassador. The next generation It girl was gone was replaced by a friend eager for her hoobae to come.

You felt her hand cusp your balls, coaxing the swollen orbs to release their load. Try as you might it was all too much for you. You bit down on your bottom lip, grunting as your cock swelled in her mouth as you shot your release down her throat. Her cheeks puffed slightly as Wonyoung kept her lips glued to your cock, eyes closed as she attempted to swallow it all. For the first time since she got on her knees the thought that she looked cute crossed your mind.

As your orgasm subsided, a slurping sound filled the room as she pulled off your cock. She neatly wiped at her bottom lip before tucking your deflating cock back into your pants and rising to her feet again. Too dazed to move or make a comment you stood there as Wonyoung leaned forward and placed a kiss on your cheek.

"See? I can make a great sunbae."

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You paced back and forth, anxiousness coursing through your veins. Ever since you had been made aware of your fate that night you had been nothing but restless. Your mind couldn’t help but return to that fateful conversation.

‘Your Majesty, if we don’t make an offer to the Empire there will be war.’

‘You expect me to simply hand over my kingdom on a silver platter?’ your father balked at his adviser, proud as always.

‘I would never suggest such a thing, Your Majesty. But perhaps a compromise could be made’ the adviser’s gaze fell to you and that was when you felt a lump growing in the pit of your stomach.

‘My only child?’

‘The Emperor, too, only has one child. A daughter. A beauty twice over if the stories are to be believed. A marriage may be our only way towards peace without any bloodshed.’

At that moment you looked at your father, seeing the conflict in his gaze, and you knew what fate awaited you.

Now the day was upon you. A grand day that would be celebrated for generations to come as the day two nations joined in peace -- or at least that’s what they told you. You were fairly certain those were just words meant to make you feel better about the situation. In reality you wanted to throw a fit, demand why it was you who had to be the sacrificial lamb for peace.

The Empire wasn’t exactly known for its kindness. If anything, they were conquerors and it was a miracle that your father had managed to avoid subjugation as long as he had. That being said, if he could swallow his pride for his people then so could you, it was the duty you were born into for better or worse.

You heard a shuffling of feet and knew that there was no turning back now. Your handmaiden spoke, her voice gentle as she gave a quick bow of her head.

“They’re ready for you.”

Swallowing your pride just as your father had you gave a nod in response. “Thank you, Sooyoung.”

There were times when you wondered if things would have been different had you been given time to get to know the person you were getting married to. As it was, even as you marched your way down the aisle the most you knew about her was what your handmaiden had told you -- in other words, rumors.

She echoed the adviser’s words that she was beautiful, desired by many nobles across the land. Apparently if your nation wasn’t so desirable the emperor would have rejected this offer as he did many other marriage proposals. There were mixed opinions on her. Some said she was cold, especially to men who came to court seeking her hand. Still, Sooyoung did bring you some positives, a few stories from those who claimed to be close to her that said she was actually quite kind and playful.

At the end of the day, it was a toss-up as to which rumors were true; though you were sure regardless they were likely less than pleased about this arrangement. As you stood at the alter waiting for your bride you figured you’d find out soon enough.

You stood with bated breath, anxious as a soft melody began to play. All eyes turned towards the entrance in anticipation (a small reminder that you were the lesser party in this event but even you couldn’t help but be curious ). It turned out the rumors of her beauty weren’t actually rumors. In fact, if anything you thought they might have undersold her. She was the most beautiful woman you had ever laid your eyes on. She was dressed in traditional garbs expected of royalty. Already you could feel a lump forming in your throat. Even the way she walked, her posture perfect, gave the impression of someone who came out of the womb ready to rule.

When she finally stopped to stand next to you, you swallowed hard, trying to get your bearings. Even just being next to her was unsettling and you were starting to feel terribly out of your depth.

“It’s alright.”

Her soft voice caught you off guard and it took you a moment to realize the words had come from her. She suppressed a small giggle at your reaction, hand covering her mouth. She reached over with her free hand, placing it atop your own. “Just breath, it’ll be over before you know it.”

As it would turn out she was right.

Or at least you thought so.

In reality, you had been so focused on her that you didn’t keep track of how long or short the ceremony was. Joohyun. It was a name that you knew would forever be engraved into your mind. You were wed now and while you liked to believe the hard part was over and you could try to live together as a normal couple; the line of people coming to bring the two of you gifts said this was just the beginning.

Eventually when the entertainment was flowing you were finally able to have a conversation with your new wife that wasn’t simply agreeing to marriage. However, it was she who made the first comment.

“All these people must be for you.”

“Huh? Me?”

You blinked in confusion before turning to her and seeing her giggling behind her hand. Clearly you had been so wound up by everything that you missed the joke entirely. Conceding the joke at your own expense you smiled; maybe the rumors about her being cold and stoic were all wrong after all.

“I doubt most of these people even know who I am.”

“Well then I guess I have something in common with them”

You raised an eyebrow as you looked at her; unsure if she was saying it as a bad thing or not. However yet again she surprised you with a smile on her features and a warmth in her gaze, “And just like me I’m sure they’re willing to get to know you.”

Yet again you could only look at her with a stupid smile, thinking that maybe this arranged marriage wouldn’t be so bad after all.

The two of you spent the rest of the night getting to know each other and entertaining guests when necessary. A few times you had to stop yourself from giggling at the annoyed look that Joohyun gave a guest each time they interrupted the two of you. Eventually, you retired to your chambers with your new bride. Despite being inexperienced and a bundle of nerves, Joohyun had guided you every step of the way; leaving you seeing stars when it was all over.

In the following weeks your interactions with Joohyun, in general, had been warm. It was because of that fact you would never forget the first time you saw the cold part of her that all the rumors talked about.

As it would turn out it was the first time you truly began to fall for her.

Shortly after your marriage it was planned that the two of you would make a trip through the now united empire. Truthfully the entire idea made you a bit uneasy. You were, for all intents and purposes, a foreign royalty; knowing little of not only Joohyun’s nation but all the nations they had conquered as well. On top of that your nation had held out the longest against the empire, would there be any hard feelings left over? It was Joohyun who was the first one to assure you that everything would be fine, and she would be by your side.

Unfortunately, only one of those would turn out to be true.

“I would feel more comfortable talking about matters of the kingdom without her present.”

As the bearded man spoke there was no missing who herwas referring to. From the moment he greeted you and Joohyun you knew he didn’t like you. While he had kissed Joohyun’s hand, he merely fixed you with a sneer and a curt nod. Apparently he was one of the family’s who was most loyal to the crown. Naturally, that meant he hated you.

“Excuse me?”

Gone was the warm tone you had gotten used to from Joohyun, so much so that you looked at her with wide eyes when you heard her speak.

“Respectfully, Your Highness.”

“Funny, I don’t see anything respectful about how you just addressed my wife,” Joohyun insisted, not dropping the issue. “A wife who you now owe allegiance to.”

“My allegiance has never been called into question,” the large man said, clearly flustered that he was being called out like this. “Not that the same can be said for her ilk.”

You averted your gaze, shame creeping on your features. You knew this was going to happen, you just didn’t expect it to hurt as much as it did. However, where you felt shame; Joohyun felt anger. She stood from where she was seated, a cold gaze fixated on the Duke.

“The past is irrelevant now. I understand that you are upset that your lineage was not chosen to marry into the royal family, but you must understand two things,” Joohyun walked towards the man, her heels clicking against the marble floor. “She is your future Queen and you will treat her as such. Secondly, she is twice the man that you could ever hope to be. Remember that unless you would like me to make you even less of a man.”

The threat was clear as day, and you could tell from the flustered yet fearful look in the Duke’s face that he got it loud and clear.

Joohyun walked back towards where you were sitting, extending a hand in your direction. “I think we’ve had enough discussion for today. Shall we?”

The moment you entered the chambers the two of you had been assigned, Joohyun’s lips were on yours. It was a messy flurry of hands as she tried to rid you of your clothes while you tried to do the same to her, letting out more than a few vulgar swears at how many damn layers there were. Eventually frustration won out and Joohyun ripped at your corset, popping the strings that kept it tightened. You looked at her with wide eyes, your face flushed.

“If you were trying to turn me on with that it worked” you muttered.

Joohyun merely laughed, smile on her features before her lips were on yours again, guiding you back towards the bed. Your legs hit the edge and you fell back with your wife on top of you. Kissing her was addicting and even a month into your marriage you were certain that you’d never get tired of it. As she moved her kisses to your neck you sighed pleasantly.

“You didn’t have to do that you know” you told her in a low whisper.

Joohyun stopped in her tracks, pulling back to look down at you. Her hand rose, stroking your cheek as she eyed you with a loving gaze. It was hard to believe that this was the same woman who had just threatened to castrate a Duke in broad daylight.

“Yes, I did,” Joohyun stated flatly. “I’m not going to let people treat you like that over something you had no control over. Besides, he was just jealous.”

You cracked a smile at that as did she and you felt a little lighter about the whole situation. It was then that the depth of your feelings for this woman who you had only just started to get to know hit you. Without thinking it through you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“I love you.”

Joohyun blinked at first, and for a moment a sliver of fear ran through you. Fortunately, a moment was all it lasted. “You’re not just saying that because you want to get me between your thighs are you?”

Laughter fell from your lips shaking your head, “I don’t think I’d have to say that to get that to happen.”

“Oh, she’s learning,” Joohyun teased. In a way you supposed you were. Joohyun’s confidence was infectious in a lot of ways. Your wife grinned, pressing a brief kiss to your lips. “I love you too.”

It wasn’t until you heard those words that you realized just how much they made your heart soar. It was as if all the fears that you had when you both started this journey together could finally be laid to rest. No matter what turbulation came next you would be able to handle it as long as she was by your side.

A soft sigh left your lips as Joohyun began kissing down your neck, making her way further and further south. For the next few hours, anyone who walked past your chambers would have heard the unfiltered cries of her name leaving your lips while begging for more.

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God this was stupid. What a terrible, terrible idea.

Those were the words you kept repeating to yourself as you prepared for what you planned to do.

In reality you knew that it was just the nerves getting to you. When it came to Taeyeon the two of you rarely did surprises. Everything was planned out and plotted ahead of time, in part because it had to be given her line of work.  

The less surprises the better was often the motto.

But today was different. It was Christmas, or rather Christmas Eve. If ever there was a time to step out of the usual framework of your relationship then today seemed as good a day as any. Or at least it had seemed so when you first decided to go down this route. Now you weren’t so sure.

Like most popular idols she had to work during the holidays. Which in turn meant that the two of you spent little time together. That was when you decided on this surprise.

Taeyeon was set to perform at a company dinner for employees and investors. One of many in fact, but there wasn’t a person alive that would miss it given the oppurtunity. As far as she knew you would be at your mother’s house spending Christmas Eve with family then tomorrow the two of you would meet up to spend Christmas Day together.

That was where the surprise came in.

It was moments like these that you were happy the two of you had come out to her some of her closest friends as they had been more than happy to help you set it up. Yeri in particular had been eager to offer her assistance. You knew she did it because she wanted to see her happy, but part of you wondered if she was so eager because she  wanted to see Taeyeon surprised and blushing. Mostly likely it was a bit of both; she was like her younger sister after all.

You waited by the back exit, shivering slightly in the Seoul winter. When the door finally opened up you froze for a second only to find relief when Yeri’s head poked out.

“Come on! Hurry up!” she beckoned you in.

You quickly climbed the steps and entered the building, giving a slight shake in an attempt to warm up. “I can’t thank you enough for this.”

The youngest member of Red Velvet gave you a goofy smile in return, brushing off your appreciation as she led you through the halls. “Don’t worry about it. I think it’ll be hilarious.”

Her words gave you the feeling that if placed on an alighnment scale Yeri really would be a chaotic neutral.

“In here” she stopped at a dressing room. “She’s finishing up her performance so she should be here soon.” Yeri opened the door, peaking in the room to make sure the coast was clear before letting you in. “And try not to be too loud, ok?”

“Yeri, it’s not like that!”

But it was too late. The maknae had already closed the door, muffling her fit of laughter as she left the scene of the crime. It left you wondering just how much she actually knew. Or how much Taeyeon had told her. But that was a concern for another night. She said Taeyeon would be done soon which meant you only had a little bit to get ready.

The warmth of the indoors was a welcome change as you took off your jacket, setting it on the chair. As time passed you started to relieze that you didn’t have much planned aside from this. While freezing out in the cold your mind had been racing with ways things could go badly that you didn’t spend much time thinking about what you’d do if you succeeded. You could have at least stopped and picked up some last minute chocolates or maybe a stuffed animal as a gift.

“Y/N?”

An all too familiar voice cut through your runaway thoughts. You turned to see Taeyeon in the doorway. As always she was a vision of beauty in your eyes. She was still wearing her stage outfit, a simple holiday dress causing a few shameless thoughts to through your head. Taeyeon quickly turned to close the door behind her, before looking back at you with a confused but adorable expression. “What are you doing here?”

“Surprise?” you answered, not quite as convincing as you had imagined in your head.

 Taeyeon blinked, bewildered, but soon her expression gave way to a wide smile. She mad her way towards you, arms outstretched and soon they wrapped around your neck. Her smile shifted, turning into a slight grin. For as cute as she could be, Taeyeon was a mature woman. Something you were occasionally reminded of when she wanted to lay it on you. “Am I getting my Christmas gift early is that what this is?”

“That’s one way to look at it. I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow to see you” you explained.

“In that case…”

The Girls’ Generation leader trailed off as she leaned forward, her lips finding your collarbone. The contact of her lips against your bare skin was enough to send a shiver down your spine. One that was different from the kind the cold had brought. This one was pleasant and caused desire to pool in your stomach. Your head naturally craned to the side, offering more real estate for Taeyeon’s lips to explore.

“What are you doing…?” you finally managed to question, swallowing down the moan that threatened to come out. 

“What does it seem like?” Taeyeon responded, lips brushing against  your skin as she spoke. “I’m unwrapping my gift.”

As her hands slipped from your shoulders you began to realize you weren’t going to be leaving the dressing room anytime soon.

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The last thing you expected when you were hired by Ador to be part of the new management for the global sensation NewJeans was to be called in for a meeting by the members themselves. You had expected you'd introduce yourself at some point, after all, you'd be one of the core managers after the staff turnover, but what you hadn't expected was for it to feel so formal.  

You shifted in your seat, feeling slightly anxious as you waited for...whatever this was, to begin.  

"Oppa, you don't have to be nervous," Danielle said, her voice as sweet as her appearance. 

From the outside looking in, Danielle had always struck you as the sweetest of the bunch. The type of woman who would comfort anyone and brighten their day with kind words.  

"Yeah, we just want to make sure everyone is on the same page" Minji added, seated to Dani's left. Her voice was soft, but more firm than Danielle's. Where Dani offered you a sweet, reassuring smile, Minji looked far more serious in her expression. It was hard not to be nervous.  

"That's good to hear," you chuckled, trying to dispel the nerves. "When you four said you wanted to meet I was a little uneasy." 

To call it unusual was an understatement. Yet here you were, in a chair seated across from four of the five members: Danielle, Minji, Hanni, and Haerin. 

"It's been really hard to figure out who we can trust," Hanni chimed in. Her voice was sympathetic. As if she was finding the middle ground between the prior two. "With all this turnover, we just want to make sure the new staff has the right priorities."  

You swallowed thickly. Why did that feel like a threat?  

Your eyes turned towards Haerin, expecting her to chime in. But she merely continued to stay at you silently with her cat-like gaze. You shifted again in your seat slightly, trying to dismiss any feeling of discomfort and remain professional. You hadn't felt nearly this anxious during your initial interview for this position.     

"I-I see. Well, that is understandable. It's a big change after all," you said. "Whatever I can do to help ease any concerns you might have, I'll do it." 

"I knew you'd understand," Dani clasped her hands together, her smile beaming. 

Minji, however, seemed less convinced. "We'll see." 

Hanni folded her hands on the table that was situated between the four of them and you, her eyes compassionate. "The one thing we're most worried about is loyalty. The last staff was loyal to HYBE. We want to make sure that you are loyal to us. That you won't do anything to hurt us. That you'll listen to us." 

Her voice lowered an octave at the last part.  

"That sounds...reasonable."  

Honestly, it sounded complicated. You hadn't exactly signed up for being part of some corporate politics when you submitted your resume. But, you supposed you could understand where they were coming from. They had been hurt and wanted to make sure they could trust you. Fair enough. "How can I prove myself?" 

"Meow," Haerin spoke up.  

You blinked, confused. "Um, excuse me?"  

"She said she wants you to take off your pants," Minji provided.  

"My...pants...?" 

Had you heard her right? Surely you must have misheard. Yet you looked at each woman; the subtle glint in Minji's eyes, Hanni's lips curved in the hint of a smile, Dani's soft encouragement, and Haerin with her un-blinking feline gaze. There was no hint of this being a prank or a joke. They were serious. You felt your blood rush a bit quicker at that realization. 

“It’s just a little request. You said you'd prove yourself, right?” 

It was Dani's sweet voice that broke the tension. Her question leads you toward the answer she wanted to hear. 

You felt heat rising to your cheeks. This was insane. Unhinged even. And no doubt not covered under any HR guidelines. You could get up and walk out that door. You'd probably lose your job but at least you'd keep your clothes on. Then again, you'd also prove you weren't someone who could be trusted. And, quietly, the idea of standing before them with fewer clothes stirred something inside of you. 

Wordlessly you stood, your fingers moving to the button of your slacks as you undressed. It was hard not to feel a little self-conscious as you stripped down but you got on with it, eventually standing before them in just your boxers and shirt. 

You could feel their eyes devouring you.  

Hanni leaned over to Minji, whispering something in her ear. Dani continued to smile, while Haerin's expression remained unreadable. 

"Is this good enough?"  

"Meow." 

You looked over at Minji for a translation. 

"And your boxers." 

"What?"  

Your eyes widened. She was fucking with you, surely. You looked back to Haerin to see if that was a mistranslation. She, however, stared back at you, waiting for you to fulfill her request. Your cock twitched, another shiver running down your spine. 

"Not now, dammit," you muttered at your cock but to no avail. 

"Not now?" Hanni repeated, misunderstanding, "So, you don't want to work with us, oppa?" 

"No, that's not what I meant --"  

"I told you we couldn't trust him." 

"Guys, just give him a second!" 

You could only sit there as Minji, Danielle, and Hanni broke out into disagreement over your participation. Your gaze drifted towards the far end of the table where Haerin sat with her same stoic expression and feline gaze directed right at you. It was as if the chaos around her didn't matter, she was waiting for you to fulfill her request. It was hypnotizing and slowly you found your hands drifting towards the waistband of your boxers.

You swallowed thickly, hesitating for a moment. The bickering between the members was growing louder, but all of it seemed to fade into the background as Haerin's stoic gaze practically dared you to go just one step further. 

This is insane, you thought. There was no HR manual in existence that could prepare you for this situation. And yet, you felt a dangerous thrill coursing through your veins. You were here, in a room with four of the most influential idols in the industry, and they had made it clear: you were either with them or against them. 

"Oppa?" Dani's voice snapped you out of your trance. They had apparently caught on to your subtle movement and the discussion had briefly stalled. There was still a gentle sweetness to her voice but there was something else to her tone. Almost like a hopeful plea. 

Hanni leaned back in her chair, her expression shifting to one of disappointment. "I think Minji is right, he can't do it." 

You could feel the situation slipping through your fingers. If you didn’t act now, there’d be no recovery from this. You'd be out of a job and you'd have lost all their trust. For some reason, the latter felt more painful than the former. Without another word, you hooked your thumbs into the waistband and pushed your boxers down, stepping out of them with as much composure as you could muster. 

The room went silent. 

Dani's eyes flickered down, her mouth slightly agape in shock. Hanni let out a quiet giggle as she leaned forward onto her elbows, peering at your cock from over the table. Minji’s stoic facade cracked just a bit, a glint of approval in her eyes. But it was Haerin who captured your attention the most. Her gaze slowly roved over your exposed body, her expression unreadable. Then, she leaned back, finally breaking eye contact to glance at Minji. 

“Meow,” she said again, her voice low and even softer than before. 

“What’s she saying now?” you asked, your voice cracking slightly, betraying your nerves. 

Minji leaned forward with her elbows on the table, her chin resting on her intertwined fingers. “She says you’ve passed the first test.”

"I knew you could do it, oppa!" Danielle cheered clasping her hands together. 

“The...first test?” you repeated, your heart sinking as you realized what that implied. 

"Did you think this was it? You wanted to prove your loyalty, didn’t you?” 

You swallowed thickly, your eyes darting from Danielle's happy expression to Minji's business-like demeanor and Haerin's unreadable disposition. All the while Hanni's gaze seemed completely focused on your hard cock. 

"Alright," you nodded, steeling your nerves a bit. You had come this far, how much worse could it get? "If that's what it'll take. I'm ready for whatever you have to put me through."  

"Oh, can I do the next one? Please?"  

It was Hanni who spoke up with a newfound excitement, breaking from her trance.  

"We agreed it'd be Minji who handled it," Danielle whispered.  

"So?" 

Minji looked over at Hanni, one eyebrow raised, “Fine. Go ahead, Hanni. Just remember what we talked about.” 

Hanni's face lit up at being given the green light. She quickly pushed her chair back, practically bouncing on her feet as she made her way over to you. The rest of the members leaned back, watching her with varied expressions — Dani with her usual supportive smile, Minji with a calculating gaze, and Haerin, as always, unreadable, though you thought you detected a flicker of interest in her eyes. 

You tried to hold your ground, but it was hard not to feel a shiver of anticipation as Hanni stopped in front of you, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and something else you couldn’t quite place. The way she was looking at you made your skin tingle and your cock twitch. Despite the uncertainty of it all you still managed to be horny in the middle of it. It was a fact you tried to push aside lest your embarrassment get the best of you. 

“Oppa,” she said, her voice sing-song and dripping with excitement, “you said you’re ready for whatever we put you through, right?” 

You nodded, your throat dry. “That’s right.” 

Hanni’s smile widened, and she reached up, her fingers brushing along your jawline in a surprisingly gentle touch. She tilted her head, almost as if she were examining you. “You’re really cute when you’re nervous,” she teased, her voice a whisper meant only for you. 

She took a step back and, without breaking eye contact, dropped to her knees in front of you. Your breath hitched at the sight, the tingling anticipation intensifying tenfold. What was she planning? 

“I’ve got a little game for us to play,” Hanni continued, her fingers tracing down the side of your thigh. 

"A game?"  

"Mhmm." 

Dani giggled behind her hand, while Minji leaned forward slightly.  

Hanni leaned closer, her hands now resting on your hips. You could feel the warmth of her breath against your skin, and it took everything in you not to shiver. She looked up at you through her lashes, her sweet smile taking on a devilish edge. 

“You proved you can follow instructions already, but can you show self-restraint?" 

Your heart pounded in your chest as you nodded. “I -- yes. I can."  

“Let's find out,” she purred. Then, without breaking eye contact, she slowly dragged her nails down your thighs, the sensation sending a shiver through your entire body. “I want you to close your eyes and hold still. And no peeking!” 

You hesitated for a brief moment, but the way she was looking at you made it impossible to refuse. With a deep breath, you let your eyes flutter shut, trusting her completely, even though you knew you were stepping into uncharted territory. 

“Don’t move a muscle, oppa. Not unless I tell you to.” 

You opened your mouth to confirm that you understood her instruction when you felt Hanni's fingers wrap around your engorged cock. You hissed, breathing in sharply and resisting the urge to arch into her touch. Had she lost her mind?! Then again, as much as you might've wanted to morally grandstand at that moment, the thoughts were quickly washed away by her other hands beginning to fondle your balls.  

"You can do it!" Danielle said supportively. 

She's right, you thought. You just had to focus. A simple handjob was nothing you couldn't handle. Hell, with your eyes closed you could  just pretend it was no different than getting yourself off.  

Just when you were beginning to feel confident about your chances, you felt something soft press against the sensitive head of your cock followed by something warm and wet. No, not something. It was Hanni's lips and mouth enveloping your cock while her hand held your shaft steady. 

"Oh fuck..." 

You let out a moan, doing your best to remain still, your toes curling in on themselves as Hanni sunk lower and lower onto your cock until you were hitting the back of her throat and even then she continued. You resisted the urge to tangle your hands in her hair as her nose came flush against your groin, swallowing your cock whole and deep-throating you for a long moment. What you wouldn't give to be able to open your eyes and look down to see the sight kneeling in front of you. To see Hanni Pham with your cock buried down her throat as she looked up at you with those pretty eyes.  

"Go Pham Hanni!" Dani cheered on her group mate.  

After a second longer, Hanni began to slowly pull off your cock, letting out a slurping sound before finally coming off it with a pop.  

Unbeknownst to you she had a glazed-over look in her eyes, her gaze thick with lust.  

"So far so good..."  

She said, almost sounding distracted. You had a feeling she was enjoying this more than simply being a test but swallowed down the thought as you felt Hanni suck the tip into her mouth, her tongue grazing along the underside of your shaft. She licked down your shaft, taking your cock deeper into her mouth again as she started to move her head with short, quick bobs.  

She relaxed her throat, taking you deeper, faster, and all you could do was curl your fingers into your palms and force your eyes shut with considerable effort. The rest of the room was noticeably quiet outside of the sounds of Hanni mouth-fucking herself on your cock and the occasional encouragement from Dani. Whether they were enjoying the show or simply watching with studious gazes, you hadn't the slightest clue. What you did know was the thought of them watching as Hanni swallowed you down greedily again and again had you aching between her lips. 

Hanni came off your cock once more, her breathing ragged. "D-did he fail yet?" 

"Not yet."  

It was Minji who answered.  

"Good." 

Hanni gave a long lick over the thick vein on the underside of your cock, going from base to tip. You shivered but remained in place. Her tongue teased the slit at the tip of your cock, swirling around it before taking your length between her lips once again. Her hands braced herself against your thighs as she began bobbing her head in earnest.  

"It feels good doesn't it?" 

"You have no idea." 

"I can tell. I bet you want to grab her head and fuck her mouth, don't you? You want to thrust your cock between those pretty lips until you finish." 

You felt Hanni moan around your cock, sending reverberations along your shaft.  

Minji continued, her hands folded neatly with her elbows propped up. "This is why we need this test. Self-control is crucial. There will be people who try to sway you—bribery, favoritism, or worse. They might offer money, promise promotions, or even tempt you with something... a bit like what Hanni’s doing right now.” 

You felt Hanni's lips smile around your cock at that. 

"Meow." 

Danielle glanced at Haerin, then turned back to you with a reassuring smile. "Haerin's got a point. We just want to see if you can handle this. You get what we're asking, right, Manager-nim?" 

Some part of your brain was recognizing the importance behind their words. The logic behind. Unfortunately, whatever part of your brain wasn't overloaded with pleasure sensors as Hanni played with your balls while continuing to suck your cock was too busy doing your best not to blow your hot load right down the singer's throat.  

Your throat felt dry, and you're head was spinning. All you could do was nod quickly, forcing out the words, "Y-yes, I understand." 

All the while your entire body trembled as you stood there, eyes clamped shut, hands balled into fists at your sides. You felt your toes curling against the cold floor, desperately trying to ground yourself as you fought to maintain your composure as Hanni continued to suck your cock. It was almost too much, and you could feel yourself reaching the breaking point. 

“H-Hanni, please…” you managed to gasp out, your voice strained, but you bit your lip, trying to hold back a desperate plea. You knew better than to give in now. Not when you were this close. 

"Meow." 

Danielle's lips spread into a smile. "I think you're right, he's getting close. You've done so good holding back, manager-nim!"  

Dani's praise fell on deaf ears. Your mind was gone at that point, focused only on holding onto whatever shred of control you had left for as long as possible. Amidst the pleasure and internal struggle you were experiencing there was a shuffling of feet and then silence, only filled by the lewd sounds of Hanni's lips around your aching length. You waited, every nerve in your body on edge. Finally, Hanni pulled off your cock with a long slurp and a pop, her hand still stroking you as she spoke up.  

“Alright, oppa. You can open your eyes now.” 

You exhaled sharply, almost in relief, and slowly let your eyelids flutter open. The sight that greeted you made your breath hitch. 

Hanni was still there, her delicate fingers stroking your aching cock. Her lips were red and swollen with evidence of her efforts, a bit of saliva spilling at the side of her mouth. However, she was no longer alone. She was now joined by Danielle, Minji, and Haerin, all kneeling next to her on the floor, the four of them lined up in a row before you. It was a sight that felt like something out of a fever dream — four of the most sought-after idols in the world, on their knees before you, gazing up with expressions that ranged from sweet to stern. 

“Oppa, you did so well!” Danielle was the first to speak, her voice filled with genuine warmth and excitement. 

“You didn’t break. Even when we pushed you. You listened to us when it mattered the most,” Minji said.  

Her tone was even but there was a hint of approval in her soft eyes.  Haerin, as always, remained the most unreadable. But you took the fact that she was there kneeling next to the others as her approval. 

"T-thanks, ah, this would be a lot easier if..."   

"Oh!"  

As if remembering the obvious the four girls leaning in close, looking up at you as Hanni stroked your cock faster.  

"Manager-nim, you can cum right now." 

The sultry words left her lips and that was all it took. The pressure valve was released and your cock twitched in her grasp, painting the faces of all four members with your seed. From your balls to the tip of your cock you felt it washing over you. A feeling so intense that you nearly blacked out from the experience.  

As you regained your composure with deep breaths, you looked down at the sight before you. "Shit..." 

And what a sight it was. 

"Manager-nim, welcome to the family," Hanni said, wiping some of your cum off her face and licking it off her finger. "We'll be counting on you!" 

"Meow!" 

You could only chuckle, drained literally and metaphorically. "I look forward to working with you all." 

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"Isn't she a little old for you?" Wonyoung asked, a hint of annoyance in her tone. 

"You sound jealous." 

She shrugged. "I'm not jealous. I just didn't realize Sunmi-sunbaenim was into robbing the cradle." 

"I'm twenty-one," you pointed out. Surely grown enough to make your own decisions on who you dated.  

"She's thirty-two," Wonyoung countered. 

You let out an annoyed sigh, "I'm not doing this with you today, Wonyoung. Why did you want to meet?" 

Wonyoung bristled at your directness, her posture straightening as she scoffed. "You start fucking some hag and you start acting brand new around me." 

"Some hag? Really? Wasn't it you who kept saying how much you adored Sunmi-sunbaenim?" 

"That was before she took what was mine."  

You let out a bark of dry laughter. "I'm not yours. I don't belong to you, Wonyoung." 

A healthy response would have been to accept the setting of boundaries and acknowledge their mistake. Which naturally meant that Wonyoung took your words as a challenge.  

"Is that right?" she asked, taking a step towards you. "You belong to her now, huh?" 

"That's right." Which wasn't exactly true. You didn't think you belonged to anyone but something about the entitlement she was acting with made you respond out of indignation.  

What you didn't expect was for her hand to reach out, manicured fingers sliding down to grasp your crotch. "Then why do I still get you hard?"  

"Wonyoung -- "  

A thin eyebrow arched itself, the picture of arrogance. "Are you going to deny it?" 

"Your delusional."  

"Am I?" She began to massage your cock over your clothing, and despite your protest, your cock was all too eager to respond to her familiar touch. "Are you telling me if I bent over right now you wouldn't fuck me against this wall?" 

God you hated her. Or at least you should. The reality was that despite your separation. Despite the toxicity that had existed in your relationship. Despite being in a happy relationship now. There would always be a part of you that was weak to her. To both her advances and her behavior. 

As if sensing your wavering disposition, her touch became heavier. "I'm not wearing any panties under this skirt," she said her tone taking on an innocent air. "Just the way Daddy likes." 

That was all it took.  

It was pathetically easy in the end for Wonyoung to get you to snap. Though, if anyone was going to be capable of it, it was going to be her. She knew you too well, for better and for worse. In fact, you wouldn't be surprised if her whole look today; the mid-thigh length skirt, the cropped blouse that was a size too small and hugged her frame as a result. She even let her hair down today so it'd be easy for you to grab it. Combine that with her lack of underwear and calling you daddy and, well, you never stood a chance.  

You surged forward, gripping Wonyoung's shoulders and spinning her to face the wall. She lead out a delighted fit of laughter as she arched her back, pressing her ass against your groin. Your hands moved to your buckle, shoving down your pants to free your cock from its denim cage. 

"I can't stand you, you know that?" 

Wonyoung giggled as she tossed you a look over her shoulder, "Whatever you say, Daddy." 

With cock in hand you used the other to shove her skirt up, revealing that she had spoken true in her words. You could see her bare pussy, practically begging for you. You bit your bottom lip, hating that the thought of missing this crossed your mind. "You were waiting for this weren't you?" 

"Can you tell?" Wonyoung smiled wickedly, "Can't you see how wet I am for you?" 

You could. And if you needed any further confirmation you ran your cock between her legs, coating it in her arousal. You had to stop yourself from delving into any further foreplay. This was just a one-time fuck to get it out of your system. At least that was what you told yourself. But as you slipped the tip of your cock into her and began to thrust forward, you were reminded of why it had been so hard to quit Wonyoung in the first place. 

"Oh fuck yes, Daddy," Wonyoung said, her back arching further. "You feel how you're stretching my tight pussy? You haven't felt that in a while have you?" 

You bit back the urge to tell Wonyoung that wasn't how that worked. Now wasn't the time for a biology lesson nor defending your girlfriend's honor. Instead you focused on stuffing her inch by inch, watching as her pussy swallowed more and more of you until you were pressed flush against her ass. 

"Oh, fuck," you groaned out, your head falling forward slightly.  

"It feels good doesn't it? It's perfect," Wonyoung cooed. "We're perfect." 

Your brow furrowed slightly. "Don't think I'm won over that easily." 

Refusing to give into the sentiment that she was suggesting you slipped your cock out of her before stuffing her again and again. You repeated the process, each time going a bit hard, a bit faster while making sure she felt every inch of your cock. The truth was it was fucking heavenly. Sex had never been the reason your relationship fell apart. And even now months later it was like returning to something familiar. Despite yourself you wanted to enjoy this, for however long it lasted. 

Your fingers moved to tangle in her dark, wavy locks, pulling her head back as her lithe body shook with your rough thrusts.  

"You like that, Wony? This is what you wanted right?" You taunted, giving into the moment as you seized back control.  

"Yes!"  

"You couldn't find anyone else to fuck you this good could you?"  

"Noo," she moaned. 

You tugged on her hair roughly, "No, what?" 

"No one fucks me this good, Daddy!"  Wonyoung cried out. 

You rewarded her diligent response with a spank on her fit ass.  

"Mmmfph!" She moaned, biting her bottom lip as you continued to fuck her roughly. You could feel her walls tightening around you, her juices already dripping around your cock each time you pulled out of her. The telltale signs that her first orgasm was on the horizon were there for you to see. The way her cheeks flushed, the way her mouth hung upon as she did her best to hold herself against the wall. All she needed was for you to push her over the brink.  

"Are you going to come for me? Come for daddy," you whispered against her the shell of her ear as you stuffed her. 

"F-fuck! I'm coming!" Wonyoung cried out, not even bothering with trying to contain her moans of pleasure. The look on her face was pure ecstasy and you found it was a look that, despite having near memorized it, it was one you missed. 

Her walls tightened around your length as her orgasm shook her body. You were relentless, continuing to fuck the top idol through her climax. One arm slipped around her waist should her legs go weak on her. By the time it was all over she had leaned forward, her face pressed against the wall, her eyes slightly glazed over as her body rocked with your slower thrusts.  

 
As you looked at her perfect ass still pointed out to you, an idea popped into your head. 

"Don't move" you instructed her, though you weren't sure if she comprehended you. 

You slipped your cock out of her, ignoring the lazy "Hey..." That came from Wonyoung at your action. You were still achingly hard and now thoroughly coated in her juices. That would come in handy soon enough. You got down on your knees, spreading her firm cheeks. Her pussy lips were swollen from your rough fucking but that wasn't your target, instead your tongue was probing her asshole, much to Wonyoung's surprise. 

"W-what are you doing," she asked, the intrusion bringing her some of her senses back. Still, she made no move to stop you.  

Her inaction only emboldened her as your tongue worked her backdoor. In all the months the two of you had spent together. In all the spontaneous sessions that broke out between you whether it was loving or after a fight, this was the one hole that Wonyoung had never let you claim. In fact, she had been adamant about it every time you even mentioned it. But you had a plan for that now. When you were satisfied you withdrew your tongue and moved to test her hole with your index finger. 

"Really, what are you up to back there?" Wonyoung said, letting out a shaky breath. 

"Ssh, just relax," you instructed her. 

"You – fuck – you know that's off-limits," she returned. 

Now was your trump card.  

"Sunmi let me fuck her ass." 

A poignant pause hung in the air. It was as if Wonyoung was considering what you had just said. Though, given her actions thus far, you had a feeling you already knew her mind was made up. Wonyoung wasn't nearly as cut-throat as some made her out to be but she wasn't someone who took kindly to coming in second place. Least of all when it came to you. 

"Make sure you don't go to hard" she finally said. "And you better soak your cock, I'm not some stretched out hag." 

"Unnecessary," you chided her. Still, she was right on one point. You returned your tongue to her asshole, preparing it the best you could before moving back to your feet. Your cock slipped inside of Wonyoung again, giving her a few rough thrusts before pulling out and applying some more natural lubrication of your own as you spit on your cock. Finally you were ready. Well, as ready as you could be. Mostly your cock was just aching at the thought of finally being inside Wonyoung's ass.  

You positioned your tip at her entrance, gently beginning to push the head forward. "Remember to relax," you said, a hand on her lower back. 

"Oh, fuck," Wonyoung swore, her cheek pressed against the wall. "You're too fucking big." 

 
"I thought you liked that," you taunted her. 

"Shut up," she groaned.  

You couldn't help but chuckle. There was the Wonyoung you knew. Not the princess she pretended to be in front of the camera. You continued pushing ahead, slow and steady as the head of your cock finally penetrated her.  

"Holy shit..." You muttered under her breath. 

"Fuck. Just....wait there a second," Wonyoung muttered, one long arm reaching back to press against your hip as she got accustom to the new stretch. 

You were more than happy to abide. Even just having past the head of your cock in her ass had you reeling. You knew that some of your reaction would be based on the novelty of it. On the fact that you were fucking Jang Wonyoung's ass for the first time. That you were the only person to ever do so. But the truth was it also felt far better than you could have imagined. It wasn't your first time. You hadn't lied when you said that Sunmi had taken you first. And, to be fair, you had loved it then too. But it had been different. You had merely experienced it as Sunmi rode you, in control the entire time. On top of that,t here wasn't the same history. As much as you hated to admit it, it didn't compare to this. 

"Okay," Wonyoung said, breaking you from your thoughts, "You can move." 

That was all you needed to hear. You pushed forward, inch by inch watching as her hole stretched around your cock until you made it about halfway down the length of your shaft.  

"This will have to do," you grunted. 

You began to move your hips, slowly at first as you rocked against her before adding more vigor. Steadily with drawing your cock before filling her backdoor again and again. Soft pants left Wonyoung as her nails dug into your flesh, her hand holding onto your thigh. 

"How does it feel," you asked her. 

"Like I'm being split in half," she groaned. 

"And?" 

Wonyoung was silent for a moment before a breathless, "...so good." 

"Yeah?" Your cock twitched inside of her. 

She nodded, her eyes closed, "Fuck yes. Fuck, your cock feels so good inside my tight little asshole." 

"That's right," you said, picking up the pace. "And no one will make you feel like this." 

"It's all yours," Wonyoung moaned. "Always yours, Daddy." 

Somewhere along the way you had transitioned to the one who was laying a possessive claim as opposed to Wonyoung. Whatever, you tossed it up to the heat of the moment. This changed nothing but it did motivate you to see this through to the end. After that it'd be like this never happened but until then her ass was yours. 

Your grip on her hips tightened as your pace increased, pounding her  backdoor. Wonyoung's hand dipped between her thighs, rubbing her clit as she chased her second orgasm.  

"Fuck!" She chanted, becoming more vocal as her climax drew near. 

"I'm going to come," you grunted. "I'm going to fill you up." 

Wonyoung didn't have the capacity to reply, instead her mouth fell open in a silent cry as her second orgasm washed over her. Not one to be a liar you finally managed to fit your entire length into her ass, just in time for your own release to hit you. Your cock swelled before spilling an obscene amount of cum into her bowel. As you pulled your cock out you watched your cum ooze out of her puckered hole.  

"Jesus christ..." You muttered, chest heaving.  The sight alone was damn near enough to make you want a round two. 

For once Wonyoung didn't have a smart comeback, instead slowly sinking to the ground in a heap, her cheek still pressed against the wall as she tried to catch her breath. Idly you couldn't help but wonder if this was how she imagined this encounter was going to go when she first confronted you. Maybe you'd get to ask her once some of her senses returned. For now you just wanted to bask in the pleasure of what had just happened without thinking too hard. 

TWO WEEKS LATER. 

"Un-fucking-believable." 

You stared at your phone, watching as the latest tiktok reel came across your screen. You watched as your girlfriend, Sunmi, and your ex-girlfriend, Wonyoung, completed a dance challenge together. Of course, Sunmi had no idea about your past relationships. Wonyoung on the other hand was well aware. 

And yet here she was, doing a dance challenge with the same woman whose boyfriend had been fucking her ass not two weeks earlier. 

You could only shake your head in disbelief and some mild concern. "What the hell are you plotting, Wony." 

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Dating a k-pop idol wasn’t easy. Especially when you were a so-called commoner. There were the obvious reasons, like you had to keep your relationship a secret until they reached their thirties, if you made it that long.And the not-so-obvious reasons; like watching your girlfriend parade around in sexy stage outfits and having to contain your desire to fuck her in them.

Or maybe that was just you.

When your girlfriend was Jang Wonyoung, a hyper-popular It girl – you cringed at even thinking those words aloud – the restrictions were even worse. Like that one time you had wanted to bring her flowers at her group's concert in Seoul and had to be snuck backstage with a bag over your head. Or the time someone had caught the two of you flirting candidly and Wonyoung blurted out that you were her cousin to save face. Embarrassing but somehow also cute when it came from her.

All this was to say it wasn’t easy.

But it certainly wasn’t without its benefits.

“Fuck, that one looks so good, princess,” you praised.

You snapped another photo as Wonyoung posed, biting her bottom lips and giving the camera a smoldering look. She hooked her fingers into her hip-hugging jeans, tugging them slightly as you quickly snapped another series of photos.

Honestly, you were somewhat shocked when Wonyoung told you her idea. It had felt provocative, mature even, and thus far each photo had proved that assumption right. But you rarely, if ever said no to her, even if her motivations were somewhat questionable. In fact, you wondered if this was all your fault.

“You left a like on Yuna-nim’s photo,” Wonyoung had said at the time. Her tone carried an accusatory hint.

“Did I?” you had stammered, trying to play naive. “I was just scrolling my feed and must’ve double tapped.”

“So you follow them?”

“Them?”

“Other girl groups,” Wonyoung clarified.

One thing you had learned about the IVE princess was that while she was sweet as a button on most days, she carried a jealous streak that verged on volatile. Sharing was not in her programming, least of all when it came to you.

You had recognized the trap forming but it had been too late. “Well, I mean, just to keep up. You know you do challenges sometimes and appear on their feeds.”

Her arms crossed over her chest, hip cocked to the side and slight pout was all the answer you needed.

That week you had gone without any physical contact from your girlfriend. Though she made sure to send you the filthiest selfies possible throughout. Which, oddly, worked. Because no matter how much you touched yourself to the photos she sent, it didn’t compare to the real thing.

It had seemed like the incident was over and in the past but as you snapped a few more photos of Wonyoung by the windowsill, you briefly wondered if this stemmed from it as well.

“Are you sure you’re going to post these on Instagram?” you asked, after a particularly racy photo.

“Mhm,” Wonyoung nodded. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. Remember the bathroom?”

“Oh, I remember.”

You also remembered the ones that hadn’t made it to social media and were sent directly to you. But this still felt even more daring than this.

“How many likes do you think this will get?” she asked, coolly, giving the camera a sultry look. An innocent question. At least on the surface. But you remembered her comment one night as you two relaxed together.

“Besides, it’s to promote the sponsor, that’s all. This will get the most engagements,” she added. Her gaze dropped and a small smirk formed on her lips, “In fact, I’d say it’s already working.”

You followed her gaze, looking down to see a rather obvious tent had formed in your sweatpants. You laughed, a flush coloring your cheeks. “Well, shit. Can you blame me?”

“I guess I can’t,” Wonyoung said coolly.

The way she unbuttoned the top button of her jeans, spoke to more mischief however.

“Wony,” you wet your dry lips, “Are we still doing the shoot?”

“Mhm “ she nodded cutely, “Of course.”

She did another pose, pushing the waist of the jeans down to expose the lace underwear she had on underneath.

“You know, I love it up here. It’s perfect,” Wonyoung said. “Don’t you agree?”

“Yeah…” you muttered, more focused on the sight of her exposed abs and smooth skin than her question.

By here she was referring to the penthouse you were using for the photoshoot. Funny enough, she could easily afford a place like this on her own. Though that would only spur on more talk about inequality among the rookie group.

“Being so high up…” she turned her head to look out the window. Your breath caught as you watched delicate fingers slip inside of her jeans. “We can see everything but no one can see us. Even if we were naked against this window they’d never know…”

Now you weren’t the smartest bulb in the room. In fact, sometimes you wondered if it was your self-proclaimed himbo status that Wonyoung liked most about you. But even you could put two and two together. And Wonyoung’s words combined with the side-eyed glance she was giving you were all screaming one thing.

“I could show my naked body to all of Seoul and no one. would. know.”

Her tongue pronounced every syllable while she locked eyes with you. As sweet and kind as Wonyoung could be she had an undeniable minx side to her. You were also fairly certain your girlfriend got off on the power high of being such a desired person but you had never actually confirmed that.

If you were starting to get hard when she pointed it out earlier, you were practically aching now. You tossed your phone onto the couch and made your way over to where Wonyoung was by the window. She let out a delighted squeal as you pushed her up against the glass, kissing her passionately.

Your hands moved against her stomach, feeling her toned abs that were shown off by the outfit she was wearing. Honestly, you should send a bouquet to whatever designer sent this to her to promote. You nipped at Wonyoung's bottom lip, your hands sliding into her unbuttoned pants to squeeze her ass.

"It took you long enough," Wonyoung gasped, mischief gleaming in her eyes. "I thought was going to have to beg you to fuck me."

Your cock twitched, straining painfully against your jeans, "You still could you know."

She must have been in a good mood because the idol looked at you with large eyes, biting on her bottom lip. "Please fuck me against the window, daddy."

Oh.

You see, it had taken some time but you learned that your girlfriend had two modes. The arrogant queen who knew all of Seoul was her playground and made you worship at her feet. Then there was the submissive princess who begged to be pleased until she was satisfied. Often her mood was some mixture of the two but neither one left you unsatisfied.

"If that's what the Princess wants," you growled.

A delighted smile crossed the idol's features followed by another joyful squeal when you spun her around to face the window. Her hands rose, catching herself as she turned her head to look over her shoulder. You could see the aroused flush creeping up her neck and coloring her round cheeks.

"Didn't you say something about showing everyone your tits?" you whispered in her ear.

Not waiting for a response, you pulled her top down, exposing her tits to the cool glass of the window earning a gasp from Wonyoung in response. You pressed further against her, the bulge in your pants pushing against her ass.

"This whole shoot was just to rile me up, wasn't it?" you said, your breath hot against the shell of her ear. Your hands moved quickly to yank the jean pants she was wearing, exposing the white lace panties that she had teased you with a peek of earlier.

"Maybe," Wonyoung mewled, arching her back perfectly.

Your hands hooked into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down to reveal her bare ass to your hungry gaze, "Bullshit. You knew what you were doing."

"Maybe I just wanted to remind you of what's right in front of you," she said.

There it was. That switch up she was capable of. It also confirmed your theory that your girlfriend hadn't exactly forgiven and forgotten about the Instagram incident. Well, there was no time better than now to put the matter to bed. You gripped your cock, slipping it between her legs to get it slick from her dripping sex.

"Oh, I'm well aware of what's in front of me," you started. Slowly you began to slip your thick cock inside of her, inch by inch with each syllable. "The most beautiful." More. "Talented." More. "Gorgeous." More. "Perfect." More. "Princess."

"Fuck!" Wonyoung moaned, her forehead bracing against the window.

"Is the princess feeling full?"

"So, so full…" she cooed.

"And I didn't even get to mention how good a girlfriend you are," you teased.

You could feel her pussy quivering around your length, stretching to accommodate the familiar intrusion of your cock. Wonyoung's hands were splayed against the windows of the high-rise, her ass pushed out and into you. She was on full display and only you were lucky enough to see it.

You could take it slow with steady, languid strokes, gently fucking your girlfriend against the window. But something told you that wasn't what she nor you wanted at that moment. Your fingers flexed around her waist, pulling out your cock until just the tip remained inside of her before thrusting your entire length back inside of her. Wonyoung's body jolted with pleasure as she braced her nude body against the window.

"This is what you wanted isn't it?" Harder. "To know how much you turn me on." Faster. "To see how fucking hard you get me." Deeper. "No one else makes me like this." Repeat.

A mixture of mewls and moans fell from the idol's mouth at your relentless rhythm. Her head fell forward, her cheek pressed up against the glass. Perspiration was starting to form across her flawless skin and you had to resist the urge to lean forward and lick it up. You wanted to prove a point, to fuck Wonyoung to the point of exhaustion for the whole city to see. After that maybe you'd enjoy the little perversions.

"You probably say that to every - fuck - every girl," Wonyoung panted, glancing at you from over her shoulder. "You're probably just waiting to move onto the next idol you're drooling over."

She didn't say it with enough conviction for you to believe she truly felt that way. For starters, while Wonyoung may get jealous, she was not insecure. At least, not enough to ever think another idol was above her. It was more often a toxic possessive kind of jealousy. But nonetheless, in the heat of the moment you'd take the bait.

"Is that what you think?" he said, your breathing growing heavy with your harsh thrust. Conversation wasn't exactly easy at this pace. "Did you miss what I said earlier, huh?"

One hand moved from her waist to slip around Wonyoung's throat. She inhaled sharply, her breath catching in her throat as you squeezed. For a passing second there was no sound save for the repeated slaps of skin against skin as your hips were flush against Wonyoung's ass each time you entered her.

"I only want you," you finally gasp. "Always you."

Rather than another vulgar display to go along with your words, you merely lean over her, capturing her lips in a sideways kiss. It's messy and imperfect but it's also loving and passionate. Your tongues dance together all while your bodies remain intertwined. You can feel Wonyoung pussy quivering around your cock intensely as she moans into your mouth. When you pull back, you look at your girlfriend with a raised eyebrow.

"Did you just cum from that?" you asked.

"S-shut up," Wonyoung retorted. You noticed a bright red hue of embarrassment coloring her cheeks before she hid her face, "Don't stop until you finish inside of me,"

It was always adorable when she continued trying to be dominant after her own orgasm. However, her words had an undeniable effect on you. "If that's what the princess wants."

You returned to the task at hand, focusing your efforts solely on chasing your first release and Wonyoung's second orgasm.

"Daddy," Wonyoung mewled, finding her voice. "I want you to cum, daddy. I want you to cum deep inside my tight pussy.""

You had a sinking suspicion that her words were payback for causing her embarrassing moments earlier. Her attempt at provoking you to blow your load sooner than you had intended to.

Regardless it worked to immediate effect. Your hips jerked, slamming against hers from behind. Your sweat-drenched body pressed flush against Wonyoung, pushing her up against the high-rise window. Your cock twitched, ropes of your sticky seed shooting inside of her womb as her walls convulsed around your length.

Of course the two things that pushed her over the edge would be you saying how you loved her and her revelling the power she had to make you cum on the spot. Truly a representative of her duality.

After a moment had passed and you began to regain your bearings you pressed a kiss to Wonyoung's shoulder.

"That was incredible, Wony," you muttered.

"I know," she said, her form practically radiating. "You weren't bad either."

You let out a chuckle, placing another lazy kiss to her skin, "Maybe we should've included that in the photoshoot."

Wonyoung smiled but didn't immediately respond. After a moment of delay she turned in your arms to look at you.

"Did you mean all those things you said?" she asked.

Her wide eyes looked at you and you reached up to brush aside a strand of sweat soaked hair. There was no hesitation in your response when you answered her.

"Absolutely. And don't you think otherwise for a second."

A smile beamed across the idol's face and she leaned forward, burying her face into your neck. Your arms wrapped around her and quietly you wondered if you weren't the luckiest man in the world.

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