sprenthecreator
sprenthecreator
Spren, The Creator
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sprenthecreator · 5 hours ago
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Woah kinda surprised you dont pick 2000 liner i mean yeji karina giselle and so many more are not enough to beat the 04??
3 of my ults are 04 liners (Wony, Sully, Hanni)
Rina is, but neither Giselle nor Yeji are part of my bias lol. But still they'd be in second place (Rina, Chaewon, Heejin, Shuhua, etc)
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sprenthecreator · 5 hours ago
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just here to say I loved your new D.A chapter bro princess wony is 💘
--not enough bratty wony tho--
Thanks, thanks ❣
I have plans for a bratty lawyer Wony in the new series, don't worry
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sprenthecreator · 7 hours ago
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Every year kpop debut so many pretty,hot and majestic girls and women. but if you have to choose, what year do you think have the best cast of women you like? For me its got to be 2003 with Yujin, Kazuha, Yuna and so many more
Gotta be 2004 for sure.
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And you have to add Moka, Belle, Minji, Bae, etc
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sprenthecreator · 11 hours ago
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P.S.T INTERLUDES. 3 | Dopamine
Male reader x AESPA’s Giselle
Word count: 8.9k | tags: dirty smut
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"You know you could have asked me for help getting you an apartment in my building, right?" Chaeyeon asked as she put on her pants after spending the night with you. You watched her gather her clothes from around the couch from the doorway of your bedroom. "It literally meets all your criteria."
You crossed your arms, remained silent, and gazed at the floor as she spoke.
"Besides, you'd be just an elevator ride away!" she continued, putting on her blouse. "And I wouldn't have to perform miracles through your assistant to contact you."
A sigh escaped you, thinking about how simple your life used to be when you didn't have to behave like a mythical animal that only appeared after summoning it under specific situations and conditions. What a pain.
"Well, it's too late for that," you said, and walked to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water. "I've already signed the papers and everything's ready for me to move tomorrow."
Chaeyeon finished dressing and went with you to the kitchen, leaning her lower back against the edge of the counter. She crossed her arms.
"Don't you think it's ridiculous that you're not even an idol and yet these guys are putting restrictions on you about where you can or can't live?" she asked.
"Of course it’s ridiculous," you replied, mimicking her pose but from the other side. "But what can I do?" You shrugged.
"Well, At least they're not making you stay in a dorm with 11 other people," Chaeyeon rolled her eyes.
"I really can't blame them for being worried," you scratched your temple, staring straight ahead. "The neighbors and the security guard were starting to get suspicious about why so many idols were coming to this specific apartment. So it's best to nip the problem in the bud before it becomes a leak."
"That's also true," Chaeyeon agreed. "That guy looks at me weird every time I come here."
"See? They're not crazy for wanting to find me a controlled environment," you looked at her. "And with the money I'm making now, an upgrade is more than necessary. Oh, and it's a lot closer to my office."
"Well, then you better make sure you tell me the new address, because a late-night booty call with you is always worth it," Chaeyeon approached you and gave you a peck on the cheek before going back to the couch to look for her purse. "But don't even think about asking me for help moving. I have plans."
You walked behind the couch and rested your hands on the back of it to look at her.
"What other possible plans could you have that are more fun than helping me move?" you asked in an amused tone, and handed her purse to her, knowing she'd dropped it behind a cushion. She snatched it up from your hand. "Call someone else on your roster to fuck?"
Chaeyeon faked a laugh and then looked at you with a poker face.
"Very funny, idiot," she said. "No, some of the Iz*one members and I are planning a hangout to see Chaewonie and Kura at Coachella."
"Oh yeah? Who's going?"
"Wonyoungie, Yujinie, and Eunbi," she thought for a moment. "I don't know if Hyewonie and Yena can make it. Yuri definitely won't; that woman is busy all the time. Nako and Hitomi won't be going either, and Minju... well, she ghosted us all."
"At least your fans will love knowing you're still close," you said. "I guess I'll manage on my own then."
"You had your assistant hire movers, right?" Chaeyeon chuckled.
"What do you think?" you laughed. "And I'm going to bill the companies for every penny."
Chaeyeon laughed louder on her way to the door.
"Looks like someone's letting the power go to their head," she said, her hand on the doorknob. "By the way, don't forget that my little sister is coming back Friday of next week. I know I don't need to tell you this, but maybe you should do something for her. You know, some nice gesture. You know she loves that."
"I'll see what I can do," you nodded. "Of course I won't greet her empty-handed, woman."
"That's how I like," Chaeyeon opened the door and blew you a kiss. "Bye, handsome.."
"Have a nice day," you blew her a kiss and waved goodbye. "I'll be sure to invite you to my new place when I get settled in."
"You better."
Chaeyeon then left your apartment, leaving you back to your damn demons: packing. Walking on broken glass was even more appealing than that.
You were way behind on time in that regard, even with the help of the movers. You would have liked to blame Chaeyeon and her late-night booty call last night, but it had been several days since you had closed the deal with the real estate agent. It was just plain laziness on your part.
It was Gunwook who had told you, a couple of weeks ago, that you needed to move to a new place. He had come to your apartment for dinner to sweeten your deal. At first, he had said that you had already risen high enough to deserve finer things in your life, but all your objections and arguments about it forced him to get serious.
"Kid, a lot of influential people frequent this place. That kind of attention can draw the wrong crowd, and we don't want you becoming a liability. We'd rather you be part of the solution, not a problem we have to fix."
Given your lack of arguments, you were forced to agree. Gunwook was then very helpful, recommending areas that were far more expensive than what the average person could afford in a lifetime. All of this was completely foreign to you, as you had always been used to a simpler lifestyle, but you weren't going to complain about being in a position where you could afford such amenities.
The price of the apartments was something you had a hard time getting used to, but Gunwook had an answer for even that.
"Idols visit your apartment to fulfill their needs, right? Then it must be a private and secure space for them. Additionally, I'm certain you store many files and evidence here. That means each of these companies should be responsible for the monthly expenses of your new apartment. You have nothing to worry about."
After that, the search for a new apartment accelerated dramatically. You had your assistant clear a few days of your schedule, and made an appointment with a real estate agent to show you places that met your criteria. It was the fourth apartment that you finally found your winner. It was the closest to your office, had absurdly beautiful views of the Han River from one of the highest floors, and was surrounded by good restaurants and nice places.
Once the exhaustive search concluded and the final paperwork was signed, you were confronted by the daunting, colossal giant of your nightmares: packing. You procrastinated relentlessly, taking on unusual jobs, reconnecting with old clients for nights out, and even resorting to dinner with the YG morons. Any shit  seemed preferable to packing.
So there you were, less than 24 hours away from the movers without even the first miserable packed box. There was no escape for you now: either get off your ass or get in trouble. You needed to lock in.
After spending the whole damn afternoon trudging around your apartment, you were finally able to get everything ready and packed. All you had to do for now was drive to your new place, sleep there for the first time, and wait for the movers to do their job.
The apartment was in a residential tower in Samseong-dong, the hotel and business district of Gangnam-gu. You parked in your assigned spot in the underground parking lot and took the elevator to the 25th floor.
Stepping inside, you were greeted by a hallway. Small, tall, rectangular tinted mirrors were embedded in dark wood panels, lining the walls all the way to a display case and a large window at the back. The hallway first opened to the right, then to the left. You opted for the right turn, which led you through another short hallway and into the living room.
Again, you were used to simple and modest things, but that huge living room still blew you away the first time you saw it. The shiny ceramic floor stretched out across a massive, curved space, with tall glass panels following the whole bend. A big block stuck out, separating the smaller area from the bigger one.
You stepped inside, pausing before the smallest glass wall to absorb the breathtaking panorama. From that vantage point you could practically see half of South Seoul, stretching across the impressive Han River, visible for you in its entirety thanks to the placement of the building and the span of the windows.
God damn, you'd started as a masseuse who had to work overtime to make ends meet. How had you gotten so far?
Turning towards the kitchen, you were surprised to find several boxes on the central island that weren't yours. A card on them explained where they came from: Gunwook's wife sent them as housewarming gifts. She specifically asked that they must not be opened until the next day, which you respected by leaving them alone for the moment.
What you could do was start packing all the groceries you'd bought, both in the refrigerator and in the pantry, both significantly larger than in your previous apartment. It was enough food for about a month, knowing that the next few days were going to be busy and you wouldn't have time.
When you finished in the kitchen, the next step was to go to what would be your bedroom and set up the temporary inflatable mattress. Then you went to your bathroom to store all your personal hygiene products, and then you took a shower—there was the first problem you had to fix, since the hot water wasn't working. You'd have to get an electrician later.
From then on, you didn't have much else to do, so you killed time watching a series on your laptop until it was your scheduled bedtime.
Being alone, so many meters above the ground, in that room with the apartment completely empty worked against you when it came to falling asleep. Tossing and turning in bed. A relaxing jazz playlist played in between. Nothing worked. What finally helped your heavy-eyed feelings was a random ASMR TikTok. Then, two damn hours later, you were able to sleep.
For fuck's sake. Moving was a bitch.
The next morning, you had to wake up early to greet the movers. They worked extremely quickly and efficiently despite you being so many floors up, earning a considerable tip from you as a thank you for such a good job.
When the movers left, you were able to start unpacking and assembling the few pieces of furniture you had been able to take from your previous apartment. Among the things you unpacked were, of course, the gifts from Gunwook's wife. Being the incredibly sweet person she was, she had given you pieces of art and decorations that were a godsend.
But even with all that, the apartment looked and felt empty.
The good thing? You had a long list of girls on your phone whose knowledge of decor and aesthetics was far superior to yours. The problem? You didn't know which one to call. Blessed problem.
Thankfully, scrolling and scrolling, you came across a name that should have come to mind long before.
You made the call, and after about thirty minutes, you heard the doorbell ringing from the room you were converting into your office. You hurried to the door, finding on the other side a person you were immensely happy to see again after a little over two weeks.
"When were you going to tell us you'd moved out, you idiot?" Aeri asked, pushing you aside to let herself in. "You know I go to your place all the time when I go out drinking!"
"It's nice to see you too," you said, closing the door behind you to follow her into the living room.
"Do you know how embarrassing it would have been to get there late at night and have a complete stranger open it?" Aeri crossed the hallway to the living room. Her eyes widened at the sight of the windows.
"It's not my fault, they made me," you replied, going to stand next to her to look out at the Han River and all the bridges in the distance. "They weren't entirely comfortable with me having so many visitors in a place that didn't look like a place idols usually frequent."
"Hmm, that makes sense," Aeri nodded, still stunned by the view. "Fuck, don't you get dizzy from being so high up?"
"Not if I don't stop to take in how high up we really are," you took her hand and led her away from the window.
"No, but wow," Aeri looked at the rest of the place, walking toward the kitchen. "I must say this is a significant upgrade. It's the kind of place people dream of living in. Oh, and it's close to our bedroom," she giggled.
"I'm afraid for my sleep schedule," you sighed, passing by her right to go to the refrigerator.
"Oh, shut up with the whining," Aeri leaned her crossed arms on the edge of the kitchen island, watching you as you pulled out a can of Pepsi for yourself and one for her. "You know you love being the one everyone comes to."
"Yeah, well," you chuckled, opening the can. "I'll save my comments."
Aeri laughed, opening her own can to take a sip.
"So, let me guess," Aeri straightened and rested her hands on the counter. "Do you need help making this place look like a normal person's?"
You snapped your fingers and nodded, pointing at her.
"You hit the nail on the head. I thought you'd be perfect for the job."
"First of all," Aeri held up a finger. "I'm perfect for any job, with all that pun implies," she held up another finger. "And second, we get to go shopping. But of course you'll pay for everything."
"Well duh. Wanna go now?"
"Nuh-uh. First, you'll give me a house tour. What kind of host are you?"
You took a deep breath and walked around the island to pass her and take the lead.
"Follow me," you said without looking at her.
After giving her the damn house tour she asked for and having her criticize your every decision regarding the placement of things, you finally left the apartment and took your car to leave the residential complex.
The rest of the afternoon consisted of you and Aeri stalking all over Seoul in search of all kinds of furniture, appliances, and decorations. You took a short break to eat lunch, and after that, you went to the last place she had on her list, already with a good amount of stuff in the trunk and back seats of your car.
"Damn look at this one," you said in one of the areas dedicated to office furniture, pointing at a desk that you thought would look perfect for your office. "Right in front of the office window, what do you think?"
"Oh yeah," Aeri nodded, leaning closer to look at it. She ran a hand over the smooth varnished wood. "You're right. I'm glad to know your tastes aren't completely lost." She then stood behind you, hugged you from behind, and leaned close to your ear. "Although I always knew you had good taste, because you love tasting my ass and pussy every single time."
Aeri bit your earlobe and sucked on it before you could respond, sending a shiver down your spine. You didn't know how to react to that, so you tried to divert your thoughts from your sexual flashbacks with her to the price tag on the desk. Immediately, the images of you and her fucking on that desk vanished.
"Fucking hell, it's so expensive," you whistled and grimaced. "I can't afford it right now after all the shopping we did. Maybe after a couple more jobs."
"Oh, that's a shame," Aeri pouted slightly, peeking her head over your right shoulder. "It would have looked amazing in your office."
"I know, but hey," you turned to her. "I think we did a good job today."
"We sure did," Aeri patted your chest. "Hey, I need to use the bathroom. See you in the car aight?"
"Aight," you nodded. "Don't take too long."
Aeri then walked away from you, crossed an aisle to the left, and disappeared from your sight. You went to the register, paid for the shelves and kitchen accessories you'd picked up, and went to wait for her in the car.
As you settled into your seat, you felt all the accumulated fatigue of the day fall on your shoulders, so you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, feeling a little dejected. The good thing was that you'd certainly had a good time with Aeri so far; that's what kept your spirits high.
After ten minutes of waiting, Aeri finally emerged from the store and climbed into the passenger seat.
"I told you not to take so long," you said, opening your eyes to start the engine.
"I was doing my girl things!" Aeri protested as she settled into her seat and put on her seatbelt. "You're such a grump."
You laughed, one hand on the wheel, and started driving back home.
Back at the apartment, and after two agonizing elevator rides, you and Aeri collaborated to unpack and assemble the ridiculous amount of items you’d purchased. The living room's air conditioning wasn't yet installed, and opening the windows at that hour was impossible due to the strong and dangerous winds at such an altitude, especially in mid-autumn. It wasn't long before sweat began to bead on your skin.
"Fuck, I'm roasting," Aeri panted, fanning herself with her hands. You had turned on the air conditioning in your room and left the door open, hoping some of the cool air would reach the living room, but it provided little relief. "I hope you don't mind my cooling off methods."
"Hm?" You were busy attaching a shelf to the wall for the living room TV and your video game consoles when you turned to see Aeri swiftly undressing. "Um... what are you doing?"
Aeri shed every piece of clothing until she was left in a black bra and thong set with long stockings. The screwdriver slipped from your hand in surprise, making her laugh as she turned to continue her task. Just as she intended, your gaze fixated on her gorgeous bubble butt as she bent down to retrieve a table decoration from a box.
She didn’t want to cool off; the room was warm, but not to the point of needing to undress. She simply wanted your eyes on her, to devour her with your gaze. Of course, you were more than happy to oblige, as few things were as delicious as her meaty, curvy Japanese body.
You were doing your best to be versatile and not mess up the decorations you were putting up while watching her, but that woman had a spell cast on you.
It was inexplicable how, despite having had intimate relationships with a long list of women in the industry, Aeri always managed to get under your skin. Her sex appeal was immaculate, with a self-confidence and an attitude that, on its own and without her making the slightest effort, made you want her like a bastard. The worst part was that you knew she knew you wanted her, but if you didn't, she didn't care either. That was the sexiest thing about her.
The workflow was slowed down by the walking distraction that wandered around your house, bending over places to show off her ass, squatting to reach low places, and getting on all fours in a rather shameless manner. But she still progressed to the point where you thought you were done.
"Fuck, finally," you took a deep breath and plopped down onto the L-shaped sofa you'd assembled with blood, sweat, and tears. "Hey, do you want to order something for..."
The question you were about to ask Aeri was interrupted by the doorbell ringing outside your apartment. This time you weren't expecting it, so you were puzzled.
"Are you...?" You looked at Aeri, who was grinning from ear to ear for some reason.
"I'll leave your package at the door, sir. Good night," a stranger's voice said over the intercom.
"Huh?" You frowned and stood up as you walked to the door. "I didn't order anything."
When you reached your door and opened it, you found a giant box on your mat. Before you could read the label, Aeri came running up behind you and hugged your back so that no potential voyeurs in the hallway would see her half-naked.
"Ahhh! I was worried that thing wouldn't arrive today," she said, looking over your shoulder. "Come on, bring it in."
"Uchinaga, what's that?" You pointed at the box.
"Fuck, it's a good thing you're handsome because you're not very brain-powered."
You grunted and reluctantly picked up the box by the sides to carry it inside. You left it in the living room. Aeri quickly used the boxcutter to open it, and the first thing she did was hand you the instruction manual on top.
She had bought you the desk.
"It's a gift from the four of us!" Aeri said before you could thank her, seeing your surprised face. "I called them when I went to the bathroom, and they were really excited to buy the desk for you."
You felt like crying, damn it. You held it in as best you could.
For a moment, you forgot that she was half-naked and wearing a thong and took her arm to pull her to her feet and hug her tightly. You were going to ignore the fact that her round tits were now pressed against your chest and how good the flesh of her waist felt under your fingers.
"Oh my god, thank you," you said into her neck. "Thank you so much. You guys are too good to me."
"Yeah yeah," Aeri patted your shoulder and caressed the back of your neck. "Don't get all mushy, baby," she pulled away from you, smirking. "Just order a pizza and help me put that thing together, okay?"
"Aight sure," you nodded.
You took out your phone to order the pizza, at the same time distracted by the way Aeri had bent down again and gotten on all fours in front of you while she took parts of the desk out of the box. She did it completely on purpose so you could see part of her pussy lips sticking out from either side of her thong.
"Woman, can I order the pizza in peace?" you asked, but she responded by shaking her ass a little. You huffed, turning around because otherwise you were going to get behind her and fuck her on a cardboard box.
After you managed to order the pizza, you bent down with her to help her take the rest of the things out of the box and start assembling. In the process, Aeri did her best and more to be as seductive as possible for you, rubbing herself against you, surreptitiously pressing her tits together, and even making dirty remarks while reading the instructions aloud.
‘Screw it in really, really deep,’ she had said. Not at all subtle.
With the desk ready, you both stood side by side to admire it.
"You do realize it was easier to assemble it right in the office and not here, right?" you asked, arms akimbo. "Now we have to move it there."
"Uhm..." Aeri crossed her arms under her breasts and tilted her head. "Right... Well, find the chair and bring it over for you to try. Come on, go!"
You hurried over to find the office chair you had bought and brought it in front of the desk to sit on it.
"Oh yeah, this is nice," you smiled, running your hands over the wood of the desk. It was going to look insane, and from it you were going to be able to see the whole fucking Seoul.
"Yeah?" Aeri rolled your chair to the side, got on her knees, and got under the desk, right between your legs. "And like this?"
Aeri quickly pulled your sweatpants and boxers down to your ankles, brought her face right up to your cock, and licked your balls and backside. Her hot breath and the wet sounds in the quiet living room made you shudder.
"It took you a while to make a move," you gasped as Aeri kissed and licked your cock to get it hard.
"I was waiting for the right moment," Aeri replied with a giggle, and it wasn't long before she took you into her mouth, her full lips wrapping around your tip, sucking on it for a few seconds before gradually moving them further down.
Then the doorbell rang. The pizza delivery guy came over the intercom to announce that he had arrived.
"You've got to be kidding me," you said to yourself, clenching your fists on the desk.
Aeri pulled you out of her mouth with a loud slurp and moved her hand slowly over your shaft.
"Tell him to come in," she said softly, bringing you back to her mouth.
"Uh?" You frowned, looking at her. She didn't seem too keen to interrupt the slow, sensual pumps of her head on your cock to answer you. "Are you crazy?"
Aeri didn't pay any attention, focused on your cock. You had no choice but to obey, because she wasn't going to let you get up from that chair. The good thing was that the desk was closed enough at the back that she wouldn't be able to be seen.
"Fuck... come in, please!" You shouted so the delivery man could hear you. "The door's open! First hallway on the right!"
A few seconds later, you heard the door open, and shortly after, the delivery man appeared in the hallway. The look on the poor man's face when he saw you sitting at an (empty) desk in the middle of a living room for no apparent reason was picture-perfect.
"Uh... where do I put the pizza, sir?" he asked.
You pointed to the kitchen island counter.
"Over there, please," you said, but Aeri squeezed your balls, making you let out a small grunt as she purposely sucked you harder and faster. There was no way she was going to get what she wanted. "Actually, no, put it here, please."
You tapped the desk, and the man frowned in confusion, but didn't object and moved closer. As she listened to him approach, Aeri picked up the rhythm and began salivating on your cock, with rapid pumps that any idiot could have heard. You were humming a song to hide it, and you certainly looked like a complete idiot.
The delivery guy placed the box on the desk and stood there, still.
"O-Oh, a tip, huh?" you asked with a nervous giggle. Aeri heard you and, still moving her lips over your cock, reached into the sweatpants around your ankles to hand you your wallet. From there, you took out two bills without even paying attention to their value and handed them to the delivery guy. "There you go."
"Thanks," the delivery guy nodded, turned around, and walked back down the hallway to the door.
Aeri quickly popped you out of her mouth.
"Have a nice night!" she said in a high, sweet voice just as the delivery guy was at the entrance to the hallway.
The delivery guy's shocked expression mirrored yours. He didn't say anything, just hurried away. Shortly after, you heard the door open and close. Aeri then stepped out from under the desk. She'd been busier than you thought under there, as she climbed onto the edge of the desk in front of you, completely naked except for her stockings. Her panties and bra were now on the floor next to your feet.
"I bought this desk," Aeri said, and spread her legs side to side to rest her feet on opposite edges of the desk. "I also helped you set it up." She reached up to her pussy to rub between her glistening folds with two fingers. "Now the least you can do for me is fuck me on this desk."
"But... what about the pizza?"
"I know how to heat pizza without using a microwave, dumbass," Aeri placed a hand on your head. "Now shut up and eat the appetizer."
Aeri pulled you in onto her pussy, and you immediately grabbed onto her fleshy thighs to stick your tongue out and put it to work. She moaned and leaned back, carefully moving the pizza box to one side of the desk and leaning back on her elbows to get comfortable.
The hunger with which you ate her pussy made her let out her sweet, high-pitched moans in just a minute. You had knelt on the floor, now completely naked like her. Aeri had her thighs on your shoulders, and you felt them tremble and shudder every so often.
"Mmmm, yeah, you eat my pussy so well, baby," Aeri moaned, tugging and stroking your hair. "You really love it, huh?"
Instead of responding with words, you grabbed Aeri's thighs, pressed them together, and pressed them against her body to bring her pussy lips together and lick faster between them. Aeri dropped her back onto the desk and grabbed her tits to squeeze them, her moans growing louder and more labored until she came without any warning.
"Fuckkkk! So goood!!" she squealed, arching her back off the desk. "Please fuck me daddy," Aeri looked up at you when you released her thighs. "I really need that cock deep, deep inside me."
"Okay but don't embarrass me like that again, please," you said, standing between her legs.
Aeri laughed, leaned up on her hands, and leaned in to kiss you. She grabbed your cock, stroked it a few times, and rubbed your tip between her folds.
"You secretly got turned on by the adrenaline," she said against your lips. "Don't try to hide it."
"No comment on that," you said, and took her hand off your cock to grab one of her thighs with your left hand and slowly sink your cock between her folds.
"Mmmgh," Aeri moaned, holding onto your neck as your cock went inch by inch inside her. "Next time I'll use my feet."
Aeri moaned and arched her back when you were completely inside her pussy. She fell back and propped herself up on her elbows.
"Whatever you say, hoe," you replied, hands on her soft thighs as you began to pump your hips slowly. You looked down and gasped. It was always hypnotic watching Aeri's plump pussy hug your cock and engulf it with every movement.
You soon went from slow motions to steady, hard thrusts. One of your hands moved up her belly to one of her firm tits, squeezing it with your whole hand and then massaging it. Aeri looked you in the eye and placed a hand on your abdomen, her moans like music to your ears.
"I didn't buy the desk so you could fuck me like a wimp," she spat. "Fuck me harder, daddy. Harder!"
You groaned, grabbed both of her thighs, and pressed them back, adjusting the angle to get as deep as possible with each thrust. You also went faster and harder. Aeri was now being rocked back and forth, and her tits bounced so deliciously that you wrapped both arms around her waist and pulled her chest toward you to take one into your mouth.
"Yeah, just like fucking that," Aeri mixed a moan with a giggle as you sucked on her mound and fucked her properly. She gripped the back of your neck. "Mmmgh, keep going, baby. I’m so close."
From one saliva-soaked breast you moved to the other almost immediately, sucking on her nipple and circling it with your tongue. After that, you kissed your way up between her breasts to her neck, where you sank your teeth, earning her to bury her nails on the back of your neck.
Aeri dropped back again to grip the edge of the desk beneath her head. You then brought her thighs together, placed both heels on your right shoulder, and wrapped your arms around her legs to thrust hard against her pussy. Her reaction was to bring her hand to her mouth, arch her back, and whimper in pleasure until she came around your cock.
"Mmmmgh!!" she groaned, trembling on the desk with her eyes closed. You gritted your teeth and moaned as well, as her pussy felt soaked and incredibly warm. Now you fucked her slowly while she went throught her orgasm. "Sit on the chair, baby," she said after a minute.
Knowing what she had in mind, you pulled out of her and sat back down on your office chair, rolling it forward a bit to get closer. Aeri slid off the desk, turned her back to you, and reached between her thighs to hold your cock straight and impale herself on it.
"Oh fuck," you gasped, one hand on her round ass as it rested against your pelvis. From there, you moved it up to her lower back.
Aeri looked at you over her shoulder, holding onto the edge of the desk. She wiggled her ass a little from side to side on your cock to feel you even deeper.
"Mmmm," she moaned. "A little taste of what's to come next when I want you to fuck me in your office."
With that said, Aeri began to move her ass up and down on your shaft, slowly at first to warm up her legs, then giving free rein to her bounces. You gave her a stinging slap on the ass, making it jiggle. She squealed in demand for more, and you did so until one of her buttocks was covered in red-hot marks.
"Bounce hard on that cock, baby," you growled, clinging to her fleshy waist. "I know you can do better than that."
Aeri took it as a challenge, and you soon felt like she was going to snap you and the chair in half at any moment due to the force with which her ass was slamming against you. She kept up that pace for a while, in an impressive display of leg endurance and cardio. The only thing that stopped her was herself, when a minute later she gave a powerful push down and exploded with a primal grunt.
"Oh goddd!!" Aeri slammed the desk with the side of her fist and slumped down onto it. The muscles in her thighs contracted and trembled, and her pussy clenched around you. "Go on, daddy, go on!"
You jumped to your feet and sent the chair rolling back. Aeri was already bent over the desk, so you could easily position yourself behind her and, without leaving her pussy, start pounding it again.
Far from wanting to lessen the intensity, you ground your pelvis against that perfect ass so that the thrusts reverberated through the walls of your brand-new apartment. You held her by the waist, your fingers digging in so hard you feared she'd bruise later. More slaps landed on her ass, and Aeri moaned with each one.
Aeri gripped the opposite edge of the desk with all her might as you grabbed a handful of her dark brown hair and pulled it back, your other hand resting on her lower back. She had another orgasm in between, but you fucked her through it, pulling one knee up onto the desk to squeeze her ass cheeks.
"Yes, yes, yes!!" Aeri moaned, the side of her face against the desk, her hands at her sides. A second later, her eyes rolled back, and a high-pitched scream came from her mouth, preceding another orgasm. "Ugh, you son of a bitch!"
A slap on the buttock you were squeezing made her scream amidst her orgasm. Aeri bucked her hips against you, making you feel every throb of her pussy around your shaft. As she did, you sucked your thumb and, soaking wet, moved it between her butt cheeks to rub her butthole.
"Did you bring lube?" you asked, slowly sliding your thumb inside her ass. Aeri tensed, turned her head, and pointed to her purse in the kitchen. You pulled out of her pussy and went to get it. From her purse you took out a small glass jar with a sealed lid. "Do you use massage oil now?" you asked, returning to her.
"It feels warmer, and I like the texture it leaves," Aeri said, playing with her fingertips on her butthole. "And you're already experienced with it," she giggled.
"Wanna ride me?" You asked, removing the plastic seal from the bottle.
"Always."
Aeri lifted her torso off the desk and let you climb on top of her, lying lengthwise. Your knees were hanging off, but it was enough room to do what you wanted. She then straddled you, her back to you, to sit on the back of your cock.
"May I, please?" Aeri asked, her palm extended toward you. You handed her the small glass bottle, and she uncapped it to pour a copious amount of massage oil between her buttocks and her asshole in general, so that it would fall all over your cock and pelvis. "It's a good thing the wood is varnished and won't get damaged that easily."
Aeri capped the bottle and threw it onto the chair. She began to move her hips over you, your cock being massaged and stroked between her buttocks. As she rubbed against you, Aeri put her hands to work spreading all the oil over her ass and your cock, making you moan at how good that alone felt.
With everything oiled up and well lubricated, Aeri planted her feet beside you, lifted her hips, grabbed your cock, and held it straight as she lowered herself onto it, letting her ass easily engulf your tip first until she continued going down. Soon every inch of your length disappeared inside her perfect ass.
"Oh yeah," Aeri moaned, her hands resting on your thighs. "See how warm and delicious that feels?"
‘Warm and delicious’ didn't do it justice. You were gonna go crazy, just like you always did when you were inside Aeri Uchinaga's beautiful ass.
"For God's sake, just fuck yourself against that cock mommy," you said without thinking, almost instinctively. You ran your hands over her slick buttocks.
Aeri giggled and dug her nails into your thighs.
"Mommy?" She began to move slowly on your cock. "That's new."
"It's not crazy, you bought me a desk and you're making me fuck you on it," you gasped.
"That's true," Aeri giggled, taking every inch of your cock in and out of her tight ass with the utmost ease and smoothness. "For today you were my sugar baby."
"Actually I bought 90% of the things but okay."
"Shut up and let mommy make you feel good, boy."
Fuck, she could have told you right then to jump out the window and you would have obeyed.
Aeri arched her back to make her ass look more attractive and began bouncing on your cock, the slams sounding like light splashes from the strong contact between your slippery skin. You chose to keep your hands to yourself and simply enjoy what she was doing.
"You like it like this, baby?" Aeri asked with a moan, scratching you on your knees. "Does mommy's tight little ass feel good to you?"
"Yes!" you said immediately. "Oh fuck, of course it does."
"You want to cum inside it so bad, huh?" She made eye contact with you and bit her lip. "I know you do."
You moaned and opted for silence, counting sheep jumping over fences in your head to delay your climax as long as possible so she could continue enjoying your cock. But dear God, the sight of her big, round, oiled-up ass bouncing and jiggling on you was playing dirty.
Fortunately for your sanity, Aeri quickly pulled you out of her ass after a minute and turned around to impale herself on you again, this time facing you. She continued squatting on your cock, but now she leaned toward you, placed her hands on your chest, and bit your chin.
"I'll never get tired of how good that juicy, perfect cock feels inside my cute little booty," Aeri moaned near your lips. She sank her lips onto the lower one and pulled on it a little. "And you? You don't think you'll ever get tired of my tight little ass, do you?" You shook your head quickly. "Right? Mmm, what a good boy."
For the love of heaven, you were going to explode inside her at any moment, overwhelmed with pleasure and horny as hell. And you would have if not for the fact that, a moment later, Aeri came before you and slowed down considerably, dropping her knees to grind against you.
"You're going to fucking kill me," you growled through your teeth as she circled your cock inside her ass.
Aeri collapsed against you, let her glossy brown hair fall across your face, and kissed you, moaning against your lips and making your tongues swirl around each other. You wrapped your arms around her and let your hands roam over her perfect body, fleshy in every deliciously hot spot, until you placed them on her thighs.
"Wanna feel some more of that adrenaline, baby?" she asked against your lips.
"How?"
"Let's go to the window..." Aeri planted kisses all over your face. "Fuck me and fill me up while all of Seoul watches."
"Kinky, huh?" You slapped her ass with both hands.
"A little dangerous, too."
"I can do that," you smirked. "Get off."
Aeri got off you and walked to the window. You followed closely behind her until you reached the largest part of the window, and she, without any hesitation, placed her hands on the glass and spread her feet, leaving her ass ready for you.
"This shit is terrifying," you said, standing behind her as you looked out at the scenery. It was way too fucking high.
"Come back inside my ass and you'll forget how high we are," Aeri said, looking at you through the nearby reflection of the glass and also looking out at the city.
"Let's see if you're right," you said, and with one hand on her waist, you grabbed your cock and guided it back inside her ass.
Aeri moaned and pushed her hips back to take the rest of your cock inside her. Soon after, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the space again. And yes, she was right. As soon as you kept pounding her ass, you completely forgot you were standing at about 300 feet high.
Aeri's ass felt like a fucking relic, but you also alternated fucking her pussy for the same long intervals.
"Fuck yes yes yes!!" Aeri growled, clenching her fists against the glass as you now went back to fucking her ass mercilessly. "Fill me, baby, please fill me!"
You moaned against your clenched teeth and slid one hand up in front of her to reach her neck and squeeze it with your fingers. Then you had her press her tits against the glass, fucking her against it (you hoped that damn window was thick enough) to bury your face in her neck.
"Cum around that cock one more time and I'll fill you up in front of the whole fucking city, baby," you growled as you kissed the back of her neck, one hand on her waist and the other on her neck. "Will you be a good enough girl to do that?"
"Oh my god, you were just calling me mommy," Aeri moaned, forced to look at the city. "If you talk to me like that I'm going to squirt all over the fucking floor."
"Could you do that for daddy?" you said with a sly smile, moving your hand from her waist to her pussy to rub her clit. Aeri dropped her head onto your shoulder and nodded between whimpers. "Yeah? Do it then."
Aeri descended into complete madness then, and between the thrusts of your cock against her ass and the circles of your fingers on her clit, she had an electrifying double orgasm. Her ass suffocated your cock, and an intense jet of squirt erupted from her pussy, hitting the floor and soaking your feet.
Her eyes closed tightly, and a tear escaped from one of them. Her body was in such a state of ecstasy that she wasn't even able to make a sound in her throat; her twisted face and the way she writhed were enough to tell it was the hardest she'd ever come.
"Please, just fucking fill me up already!!" Aeri managed to squeal seconds later, and you held her upright with your arms to continue pounding her ass through her orgasm. "Mmmmmghhh!!!!!"
That was the point of no return for you. All your senses suddenly heightened, and you held onto her with all your strength before, with a hard thrust forward, you exploded inside her ass.
"Ughhh!!!" you groaned, squeezing her body with one arm across her tummy and the other across her collarbone. "Take all of that, you fucking slut!"
You buried your face in her neck and moaned against it, throbbing inside her tight ass as you left every thick drop of cum inside it. Aeri held onto you with all her strength, her legs ready to give way at any moment.
"Oh fucking lord," Aeri sighed, turning her head to seek your kisses. "My ass feels like it's going to explode from how full it is," she moaned against your lips as you shared small kisses.
"And my cock hurts from how hard I came," you gasped. "I don't know how many times that shit has happened to me in my life."
"I'm glad to be one of the lucky few, then," Aeri giggled.
"Well, lucky lady, you also get to help me clean up," you looked at the puddle of squirt she'd left on the floor. "And you didn't even see how the desk turned out."
"Give me a little rest, for goodness' sake," Aeri said, leaning her forehead against the glass with her eyes closed. "I think this is the first time I've had two different types of orgasms at the same time."
"Take your time."
Aeri and you took a few considerable minutes to rest on the couch, and after that, you went to the kitchen to get a dish towel and start cleaning everything. When you were done, Aeri put on her underwear and had you sit in the dining room while she heated up the pizza using a bread oven you had bought.
A few minutes later, she returned with the pizza back in the box and placed it on the glass table to sit down and eat while talking with you.
The conversation was surprisingly productive for your relationship, as you got to know each other better and actually found a lot in common when it came to music, so you had a good laugh over mutually entertaining topics.
"You know, I actually had a lot of fun spending the day with you," Aeri mentioned after you finished eating, her legs draped over the chair.
"And why do you say that like it surprises you?" you asked, closing the pizza box to take a sip of your soda.
"It's just... well," Aeri hugged her legs and rested her chin between her knees. "I was a little nervous when you specifically called me."
You frowned and tilted your head, letting her speak.
"Look, I'm good at connecting physically with people, you know, with sex and all that," she waved her hand, looking at the table decoration. "But I'm not like Jiminie or Ning, or even Minjeong in her own way. The stronger my emotional bond with someone becomes, the more it terrifies me."
"Oh, that's why you constantly refused to sleep over with me during the tour."
"Yeah, kinda," she nodded. "I usually try to keep people at a safe distance, and I often act nonchalantly like I don't need anyone, but..." Aeri took a deep breath. "There are times when I really wish I had someone, you know? Someone to be comfortable with on a Sunday morning, eating breakfast in silence."
"But... Why does it terrify you so much? Isn't that a cute thing?"
"Involuntary defense mechanisms, babe."
"I understand..." You nodded slowly, staring at her for a few seconds before standing up and going behind her chair to hug her tightly. "Well, it's definitely not Sunday and it's not morning either, but I'm happy to sit with you in silence anytime."
Aeri took your arms and rested her head against yours, snuggling up to you. You stayed like that for a few long seconds, until you gave her a peck on the cheek and pulled away.
"You can stay the night if you want, you know?" you said, gently massaging her shoulders.
Aeri chuckled and shook her head.
"No need, darling," she replied. "Just because I no longer keep you at a safe distance doesn't mean I'm going to wake up next to you like I'm your wife."
"You don't even have to sleep with me, woman."
"I don't care. In this context it feels very intimate to me, dear."
You raised your hands.
"Fair enough."
"But we can stay on the couch in each other's arms for a while." She looked up at you. "If you're okay with that."
You smiled.
"Sure, come."
You and Aeri went to the couch and gave it a great first use, snuggling up together to watch each other's TikTok. About an hour later, she got up and went to get dressed, since it was already midnight. Then you went to the door together.
"Thanks for letting me spend the day with you, darling," Aeri curved her lips into a small smile, standing in the frame of the already open door, and leaned in to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. It was unlike her. "Don't get lost, will you?"
"I'll try, dear," you smiled. "Please take care out there."
"I will," Aeri turned and blew you a kiss. "Goodnight, handsome."
"Goodnight, Uchinaga."
You waited for Aeri to walk down the hall and take the elevator before locking the door. As you went back inside, you realized something extremely important that you had overlooked.
She hadn't helped you carry the desk into the office, and now you had to do it on your own.
Jumping out the window seemed more appealing.
The following days after your day with Aeri were almost as boring as usual, as you'd been busy getting small things fixed around the apartment and then back to your busy work. The only thing keeping your spirits high was your calendar, as you counted the days until ITZY finally returned from their tour and you could finally see her.
When that day arrived, it was like a kind of early Christmas Eve, where you ran around making preparations and buying things everywhere: flowers, ingredients to make dinner, snacks and treats for her, and other essentials to keep you both comfortable throughout the evening. You even went to the trouble of cleaning every possible corner of the apartment to make everything look neat and shiny, because you didn't want to look like a slob in front of your girlfriend.
Later that day, you received a text from Yeji letting you know that her plane had landed and that Chaery was planning a surprise for you. She'd done it so you'd be ready for her, so you spent about two hours anxiously pacing around your living room until the intercom beeped.
"Are you there, baby?" a sweet voice asked over the intercom.
There was just one problem. That wasn't the voice you were expecting. It was Ning's.
You ran to the door, and as soon as you opened it, Ning threw her arms around your neck and crashed her lips against yours, kissing you passionately while stroking your hair. Confused but not upset, you held her by her small, soft waist and kissed her back.
In the middle of the kiss, the elevator dinged, making you open your eyes on pure instinct.
Doing so sent a sharp jolt to your heart, as Chaery stepped out of that elevator with bright eyes and a smile of excitement radiating from her.
Every bit of happiness melted off her face when she saw what was happening at your doorstep.
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"You know you could have asked me for help getting you an apartment in my building, right?" Chaeyeon asked as she put on her pants after spending the night with you. You watched her gather her clothes from around the couch from the doorway of your bedroom. "It literally meets all your criteria."
You crossed your arms, remained silent, and gazed at the floor as she spoke.
"Besides, you'd be just an elevator ride away!" she continued, putting on her blouse. "And I wouldn't have to perform miracles through your assistant to contact you."
A sigh escaped you, thinking about how simple your life used to be when you didn't have to behave like a mythical animal that only appeared after summoning it under specific situations and conditions. What a pain.
"Well, it's too late for that," you said, and walked to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water. "I've already signed the papers and everything's ready for me to move tomorrow."
Chaeyeon finished dressing and went with you to the kitchen, leaning her lower back against the edge of the counter. She crossed her arms.
"Don't you think it's ridiculous that you're not even an idol and yet these guys are putting restrictions on you about where you can or can't live?" she asked.
"Of course it’s ridiculous," you replied, mimicking her pose but from the other side. "But what can I do?" You shrugged.
"Well, At least they're not making you stay in a dorm with 11 other people," Chaeyeon rolled her eyes.
"I really can't blame them for being worried," you scratched your temple, staring straight ahead. "The neighbors and the security guard were starting to get suspicious about why so many idols were coming to this specific apartment. So it's best to nip the problem in the bud before it becomes a leak."
"That's also true," Chaeyeon agreed. "That guy looks at me weird every time I come here."
"See? They're not crazy for wanting to find me a controlled environment," you looked at her. "And with the money I'm making now, an upgrade is more than necessary. Oh, and it's a lot closer to my office."
"Well, then you better make sure you tell me the new address, because a late-night booty call with you is always worth it," Chaeyeon approached you and gave you a peck on the cheek before going back to the couch to look for her purse. "But don't even think about asking me for help moving. I have plans."
You walked behind the couch and rested your hands on the back of it to look at her.
"What other possible plans could you have that are more fun than helping me move?" you asked in an amused tone, and handed her purse to her, knowing she'd dropped it behind a cushion. She snatched it up from your hand. "Call someone else on your roster to fuck?"
Chaeyeon faked a laugh and then looked at you with a poker face.
"Very funny, idiot," she said. "No, some of the Iz*one members and I are planning a hangout to see Chaewonie and Kura at Coachella."
"Oh yeah? Who's going?"
"Wonyoungie, Yujinie, and Eunbi," she thought for a moment. "I don't know if Hyewonie and Yena can make it. Yuri definitely won't; that woman is busy all the time. Nako and Hitomi won't be going either, and Minju... well, she ghosted us all."
"At least your fans will love knowing you're still close," you said. "I guess I'll manage on my own then."
"You had your assistant hire movers, right?" Chaeyeon chuckled.
"What do you think?" you laughed. "And I'm going to bill the companies for every penny."
Chaeyeon laughed louder on her way to the door.
"Looks like someone's letting the power go to their head," she said, her hand on the doorknob. "By the way, don't forget that my little sister is coming back Friday of next week. I know I don't need to tell you this, but maybe you should do something for her. You know, some nice gesture. You know she loves that."
"I'll see what I can do," you nodded. "Of course I won't greet her empty-handed, woman."
"That's how I like," Chaeyeon opened the door and blew you a kiss. "Bye, handsome.."
"Have a nice day," you blew her a kiss and waved goodbye. "I'll be sure to invite you to my new place when I get settled in."
"You better."
Chaeyeon then left your apartment, leaving you back to your damn demons: packing. Walking on broken glass was even more appealing than that.
You were way behind on time in that regard, even with the help of the movers. You would have liked to blame Chaeyeon and her late-night booty call last night, but it had been several days since you had closed the deal with the real estate agent. It was just plain laziness on your part.
It was Gunwook who had told you, a couple of weeks ago, that you needed to move to a new place. He had come to your apartment for dinner to sweeten your deal. At first, he had said that you had already risen high enough to deserve finer things in your life, but all your objections and arguments about it forced him to get serious.
"Kid, a lot of influential people frequent this place. That kind of attention can draw the wrong crowd, and we don't want you becoming a liability. We'd rather you be part of the solution, not a problem we have to fix."
Given your lack of arguments, you were forced to agree. Gunwook was then very helpful, recommending areas that were far more expensive than what the average person could afford in a lifetime. All of this was completely foreign to you, as you had always been used to a simpler lifestyle, but you weren't going to complain about being in a position where you could afford such amenities.
The price of the apartments was something you had a hard time getting used to, but Gunwook had an answer for even that.
"Idols visit your apartment to fulfill their needs, right? Then it must be a private and secure space for them. Additionally, I'm certain you store many files and evidence here. That means each of these companies should be responsible for the monthly expenses of your new apartment. You have nothing to worry about."
After that, the search for a new apartment accelerated dramatically. You had your assistant clear a few days of your schedule, and made an appointment with a real estate agent to show you places that met your criteria. It was the fourth apartment that you finally found your winner. It was the closest to your office, had absurdly beautiful views of the Han River from one of the highest floors, and was surrounded by good restaurants and nice places.
Once the exhaustive search concluded and the final paperwork was signed, you were confronted by the daunting, colossal giant of your nightmares: packing. You procrastinated relentlessly, taking on unusual jobs, reconnecting with old clients for nights out, and even resorting to dinner with the YG morons. Any shit  seemed preferable to packing.
So there you were, less than 24 hours away from the movers without even the first miserable packed box. There was no escape for you now: either get off your ass or get in trouble. You needed to lock in.
After spending the whole damn afternoon trudging around your apartment, you were finally able to get everything ready and packed. All you had to do for now was drive to your new place, sleep there for the first time, and wait for the movers to do their job.
The apartment was in a residential tower in Samseong-dong, the hotel and business district of Gangnam-gu. You parked in your assigned spot in the underground parking lot and took the elevator to the 25th floor.
Stepping inside, you were greeted by a hallway. Small, tall, rectangular tinted mirrors were embedded in dark wood panels, lining the walls all the way to a display case and a large window at the back. The hallway first opened to the right, then to the left. You opted for the right turn, which led you through another short hallway and into the living room.
Again, you were used to simple and modest things, but that huge living room still blew you away the first time you saw it. The shiny ceramic floor stretched out across a massive, curved space, with tall glass panels following the whole bend. A big block stuck out, separating the smaller area from the bigger one.
You stepped inside, pausing before the smallest glass wall to absorb the breathtaking panorama. From that vantage point you could practically see half of South Seoul, stretching across the impressive Han River, visible for you in its entirety thanks to the placement of the building and the span of the windows.
God damn, you'd started as a masseuse who had to work overtime to make ends meet. How had you gotten so far?
Turning towards the kitchen, you were surprised to find several boxes on the central island that weren't yours. A card on them explained where they came from: Gunwook's wife sent them as housewarming gifts. She specifically asked that they must not be opened until the next day, which you respected by leaving them alone for the moment.
What you could do was start packing all the groceries you'd bought, both in the refrigerator and in the pantry, both significantly larger than in your previous apartment. It was enough food for about a month, knowing that the next few days were going to be busy and you wouldn't have time.
When you finished in the kitchen, the next step was to go to what would be your bedroom and set up the temporary inflatable mattress. Then you went to your bathroom to store all your personal hygiene products, and then you took a shower—there was the first problem you had to fix, since the hot water wasn't working. You'd have to get an electrician later.
From then on, you didn't have much else to do, so you killed time watching a series on your laptop until it was your scheduled bedtime.
Being alone, so many meters above the ground, in that room with the apartment completely empty worked against you when it came to falling asleep. Tossing and turning in bed. A relaxing jazz playlist played in between. Nothing worked. What finally helped your heavy-eyed feelings was a random ASMR TikTok. Then, two damn hours later, you were able to sleep.
For fuck's sake. Moving was a bitch.
The next morning, you had to wake up early to greet the movers. They worked extremely quickly and efficiently despite you being so many floors up, earning a considerable tip from you as a thank you for such a good job.
When the movers left, you were able to start unpacking and assembling the few pieces of furniture you had been able to take from your previous apartment. Among the things you unpacked were, of course, the gifts from Gunwook's wife. Being the incredibly sweet person she was, she had given you pieces of art and decorations that were a godsend.
But even with all that, the apartment looked and felt empty.
The good thing? You had a long list of girls on your phone whose knowledge of decor and aesthetics was far superior to yours. The problem? You didn't know which one to call. Blessed problem.
Thankfully, scrolling and scrolling, you came across a name that should have come to mind long before.
You made the call, and after about thirty minutes, you heard the doorbell ringing from the room you were converting into your office. You hurried to the door, finding on the other side a person you were immensely happy to see again after a little over two weeks.
"When were you going to tell us you'd moved out, you idiot?" Aeri asked, pushing you aside to let herself in. "You know I go to your place all the time when I go out drinking!"
"It's nice to see you too," you said, closing the door behind you to follow her into the living room.
"Do you know how embarrassing it would have been to get there late at night and have a complete stranger open it?" Aeri crossed the hallway to the living room. Her eyes widened at the sight of the windows.
"It's not my fault, they made me," you replied, going to stand next to her to look out at the Han River and all the bridges in the distance. "They weren't entirely comfortable with me having so many visitors in a place that didn't look like a place idols usually frequent."
"Hmm, that makes sense," Aeri nodded, still stunned by the view. "Fuck, don't you get dizzy from being so high up?"
"Not if I don't stop to take in how high up we really are," you took her hand and led her away from the window.
"No, but wow," Aeri looked at the rest of the place, walking toward the kitchen. "I must say this is a significant upgrade. It's the kind of place people dream of living in. Oh, and it's close to our bedroom," she giggled.
"I'm afraid for my sleep schedule," you sighed, passing by her right to go to the refrigerator.
"Oh, shut up with the whining," Aeri leaned her crossed arms on the edge of the kitchen island, watching you as you pulled out a can of Pepsi for yourself and one for her. "You know you love being the one everyone comes to."
"Yeah, well," you chuckled, opening the can. "I'll save my comments."
Aeri laughed, opening her own can to take a sip.
"So, let me guess," Aeri straightened and rested her hands on the counter. "Do you need help making this place look like a normal person's?"
You snapped your fingers and nodded, pointing at her.
"You hit the nail on the head. I thought you'd be perfect for the job."
"First of all," Aeri held up a finger. "I'm perfect for any job, with all that pun implies," she held up another finger. "And second, we get to go shopping. But of course you'll pay for everything."
"Well duh. Wanna go now?"
"Nuh-uh. First, you'll give me a house tour. What kind of host are you?"
You took a deep breath and walked around the island to pass her and take the lead.
"Follow me," you said without looking at her.
After giving her the damn house tour she asked for and having her criticize your every decision regarding the placement of things, you finally left the apartment and took your car to leave the residential complex.
The rest of the afternoon consisted of you and Aeri stalking all over Seoul in search of all kinds of furniture, appliances, and decorations. You took a short break to eat lunch, and after that, you went to the last place she had on her list, already with a good amount of stuff in the trunk and back seats of your car.
"Damn look at this one," you said in one of the areas dedicated to office furniture, pointing at a desk that you thought would look perfect for your office. "Right in front of the office window, what do you think?"
"Oh yeah," Aeri nodded, leaning closer to look at it. She ran a hand over the smooth varnished wood. "You're right. I'm glad to know your tastes aren't completely lost." She then stood behind you, hugged you from behind, and leaned close to your ear. "Although I always knew you had good taste, because you love tasting my ass and pussy every single time."
Aeri bit your earlobe and sucked on it before you could respond, sending a shiver down your spine. You didn't know how to react to that, so you tried to divert your thoughts from your sexual flashbacks with her to the price tag on the desk. Immediately, the images of you and her fucking on that desk vanished.
"Fucking hell, it's so expensive," you whistled and grimaced. "I can't afford it right now after all the shopping we did. Maybe after a couple more jobs."
"Oh, that's a shame," Aeri pouted slightly, peeking her head over your right shoulder. "It would have looked amazing in your office."
"I know, but hey," you turned to her. "I think we did a good job today."
"We sure did," Aeri patted your chest. "Hey, I need to use the bathroom. See you in the car aight?"
"Aight," you nodded. "Don't take too long."
Aeri then walked away from you, crossed an aisle to the left, and disappeared from your sight. You went to the register, paid for the shelves and kitchen accessories you'd picked up, and went to wait for her in the car.
As you settled into your seat, you felt all the accumulated fatigue of the day fall on your shoulders, so you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, feeling a little dejected. The good thing was that you'd certainly had a good time with Aeri so far; that's what kept your spirits high.
After ten minutes of waiting, Aeri finally emerged from the store and climbed into the passenger seat.
"I told you not to take so long," you said, opening your eyes to start the engine.
"I was doing my girl things!" Aeri protested as she settled into her seat and put on her seatbelt. "You're such a grump."
You laughed, one hand on the wheel, and started driving back home.
Back at the apartment, and after two agonizing elevator rides, you and Aeri collaborated to unpack and assemble the ridiculous amount of items you’d purchased. The living room's air conditioning wasn't yet installed, and opening the windows at that hour was impossible due to the strong and dangerous winds at such an altitude, especially in mid-autumn. It wasn't long before sweat began to bead on your skin.
"Fuck, I'm roasting," Aeri panted, fanning herself with her hands. You had turned on the air conditioning in your room and left the door open, hoping some of the cool air would reach the living room, but it provided little relief. "I hope you don't mind my cooling off methods."
"Hm?" You were busy attaching a shelf to the wall for the living room TV and your video game consoles when you turned to see Aeri swiftly undressing. "Um... what are you doing?"
Aeri shed every piece of clothing until she was left in a black bra and thong set with long stockings. The screwdriver slipped from your hand in surprise, making her laugh as she turned to continue her task. Just as she intended, your gaze fixated on her gorgeous bubble butt as she bent down to retrieve a table decoration from a box.
She didn’t want to cool off; the room was warm, but not to the point of needing to undress. She simply wanted your eyes on her, to devour her with your gaze. Of course, you were more than happy to oblige, as few things were as delicious as her meaty, curvy Japanese body.
You were doing your best to be versatile and not mess up the decorations you were putting up while watching her, but that woman had a spell cast on you.
It was inexplicable how, despite having had intimate relationships with a long list of women in the industry, Aeri always managed to get under your skin. Her sex appeal was immaculate, with a self-confidence and an attitude that, on its own and without her making the slightest effort, made you want her like a bastard. The worst part was that you knew she knew you wanted her, but if you didn't, she didn't care either. That was the sexiest thing about her.
The workflow was slowed down by the walking distraction that wandered around your house, bending over places to show off her ass, squatting to reach low places, and getting on all fours in a rather shameless manner. But she still progressed to the point where you thought you were done.
"Fuck, finally," you took a deep breath and plopped down onto the L-shaped sofa you'd assembled with blood, sweat, and tears. "Hey, do you want to order something for..."
The question you were about to ask Aeri was interrupted by the doorbell ringing outside your apartment. This time you weren't expecting it, so you were puzzled.
"Are you...?" You looked at Aeri, who was grinning from ear to ear for some reason.
"I'll leave your package at the door, sir. Good night," a stranger's voice said over the intercom.
"Huh?" You frowned and stood up as you walked to the door. "I didn't order anything."
When you reached your door and opened it, you found a giant box on your mat. Before you could read the label, Aeri came running up behind you and hugged your back so that no potential voyeurs in the hallway would see her half-naked.
"Ahhh! I was worried that thing wouldn't arrive today," she said, looking over your shoulder. "Come on, bring it in."
"Uchinaga, what's that?" You pointed at the box.
"Fuck, it's a good thing you're handsome because you're not very brain-powered."
You grunted and reluctantly picked up the box by the sides to carry it inside. You left it in the living room. Aeri quickly used the boxcutter to open it, and the first thing she did was hand you the instruction manual on top.
She had bought you the desk.
"It's a gift from the four of us!" Aeri said before you could thank her, seeing your surprised face. "I called them when I went to the bathroom, and they were really excited to buy the desk for you."
You felt like crying, damn it. You held it in as best you could.
For a moment, you forgot that she was half-naked and wearing a thong and took her arm to pull her to her feet and hug her tightly. You were going to ignore the fact that her round tits were now pressed against your chest and how good the flesh of her waist felt under your fingers.
"Oh my god, thank you," you said into her neck. "Thank you so much. You guys are too good to me."
"Yeah yeah," Aeri patted your shoulder and caressed the back of your neck. "Don't get all mushy, baby," she pulled away from you, smirking. "Just order a pizza and help me put that thing together, okay?"
"Aight sure," you nodded.
You took out your phone to order the pizza, at the same time distracted by the way Aeri had bent down again and gotten on all fours in front of you while she took parts of the desk out of the box. She did it completely on purpose so you could see part of her pussy lips sticking out from either side of her thong.
"Woman, can I order the pizza in peace?" you asked, but she responded by shaking her ass a little. You huffed, turning around because otherwise you were going to get behind her and fuck her on a cardboard box.
After you managed to order the pizza, you bent down with her to help her take the rest of the things out of the box and start assembling. In the process, Aeri did her best and more to be as seductive as possible for you, rubbing herself against you, surreptitiously pressing her tits together, and even making dirty remarks while reading the instructions aloud.
‘Screw it in really, really deep,’ she had said. Not at all subtle.
With the desk ready, you both stood side by side to admire it.
"You do realize it was easier to assemble it right in the office and not here, right?" you asked, arms akimbo. "Now we have to move it there."
"Uhm..." Aeri crossed her arms under her breasts and tilted her head. "Right... Well, find the chair and bring it over for you to try. Come on, go!"
You hurried over to find the office chair you had bought and brought it in front of the desk to sit on it.
"Oh yeah, this is nice," you smiled, running your hands over the wood of the desk. It was going to look insane, and from it you were going to be able to see the whole fucking Seoul.
"Yeah?" Aeri rolled your chair to the side, got on her knees, and got under the desk, right between your legs. "And like this?"
Aeri quickly pulled your sweatpants and boxers down to your ankles, brought her face right up to your cock, and licked your balls and backside. Her hot breath and the wet sounds in the quiet living room made you shudder.
"It took you a while to make a move," you gasped as Aeri kissed and licked your cock to get it hard.
"I was waiting for the right moment," Aeri replied with a giggle, and it wasn't long before she took you into her mouth, her full lips wrapping around your tip, sucking on it for a few seconds before gradually moving them further down.
Then the doorbell rang. The pizza delivery guy came over the intercom to announce that he had arrived.
"You've got to be kidding me," you said to yourself, clenching your fists on the desk.
Aeri pulled you out of her mouth with a loud slurp and moved her hand slowly over your shaft.
"Tell him to come in," she said softly, bringing you back to her mouth.
"Uh?" You frowned, looking at her. She didn't seem too keen to interrupt the slow, sensual pumps of her head on your cock to answer you. "Are you crazy?"
Aeri didn't pay any attention, focused on your cock. You had no choice but to obey, because she wasn't going to let you get up from that chair. The good thing was that the desk was closed enough at the back that she wouldn't be able to be seen.
"Fuck... come in, please!" You shouted so the delivery man could hear you. "The door's open! First hallway on the right!"
A few seconds later, you heard the door open, and shortly after, the delivery man appeared in the hallway. The look on the poor man's face when he saw you sitting at an (empty) desk in the middle of a living room for no apparent reason was picture-perfect.
"Uh... where do I put the pizza, sir?" he asked.
You pointed to the kitchen island counter.
"Over there, please," you said, but Aeri squeezed your balls, making you let out a small grunt as she purposely sucked you harder and faster. There was no way she was going to get what she wanted. "Actually, no, put it here, please."
You tapped the desk, and the man frowned in confusion, but didn't object and moved closer. As she listened to him approach, Aeri picked up the rhythm and began salivating on your cock, with rapid pumps that any idiot could have heard. You were humming a song to hide it, and you certainly looked like a complete idiot.
The delivery guy placed the box on the desk and stood there, still.
"O-Oh, a tip, huh?" you asked with a nervous giggle. Aeri heard you and, still moving her lips over your cock, reached into the sweatpants around your ankles to hand you your wallet. From there, you took out two bills without even paying attention to their value and handed them to the delivery guy. "There you go."
"Thanks," the delivery guy nodded, turned around, and walked back down the hallway to the door.
Aeri quickly popped you out of her mouth.
"Have a nice night!" she said in a high, sweet voice just as the delivery guy was at the entrance to the hallway.
The delivery guy's shocked expression mirrored yours. He didn't say anything, just hurried away. Shortly after, you heard the door open and close. Aeri then stepped out from under the desk. She'd been busier than you thought under there, as she climbed onto the edge of the desk in front of you, completely naked except for her stockings. Her panties and bra were now on the floor next to your feet.
"I bought this desk," Aeri said, and spread her legs side to side to rest her feet on opposite edges of the desk. "I also helped you set it up." She reached up to her pussy to rub between her glistening folds with two fingers. "Now the least you can do for me is fuck me on this desk."
"But... what about the pizza?"
"I know how to heat pizza without using a microwave, dumbass," Aeri placed a hand on your head. "Now shut up and eat the appetizer."
Aeri pulled you in onto her pussy, and you immediately grabbed onto her fleshy thighs to stick your tongue out and put it to work. She moaned and leaned back, carefully moving the pizza box to one side of the desk and leaning back on her elbows to get comfortable.
The hunger with which you ate her pussy made her let out her sweet, high-pitched moans in just a minute. You had knelt on the floor, now completely naked like her. Aeri had her thighs on your shoulders, and you felt them tremble and shudder every so often.
"Mmmm, yeah, you eat my pussy so well, baby," Aeri moaned, tugging and stroking your hair. "You really love it, huh?"
Instead of responding with words, you grabbed Aeri's thighs, pressed them together, and pressed them against her body to bring her pussy lips together and lick faster between them. Aeri dropped her back onto the desk and grabbed her tits to squeeze them, her moans growing louder and more labored until she came without any warning.
"Fuckkkk! So goood!!" she squealed, arching her back off the desk. "Please fuck me daddy," Aeri looked up at you when you released her thighs. "I really need that cock deep, deep inside me."
"Okay but don't embarrass me like that again, please," you said, standing between her legs.
Aeri laughed, leaned up on her hands, and leaned in to kiss you. She grabbed your cock, stroked it a few times, and rubbed your tip between her folds.
"You secretly got turned on by the adrenaline," she said against your lips. "Don't try to hide it."
"No comment on that," you said, and took her hand off your cock to grab one of her thighs with your left hand and slowly sink your cock between her folds.
"Mmmgh," Aeri moaned, holding onto your neck as your cock went inch by inch inside her. "Next time I'll use my feet."
Aeri moaned and arched her back when you were completely inside her pussy. She fell back and propped herself up on her elbows.
"Whatever you say, hoe," you replied, hands on her soft thighs as you began to pump your hips slowly. You looked down and gasped. It was always hypnotic watching Aeri's plump pussy hug your cock and engulf it with every movement.
You soon went from slow motions to steady, hard thrusts. One of your hands moved up her belly to one of her firm tits, squeezing it with your whole hand and then massaging it. Aeri looked you in the eye and placed a hand on your abdomen, her moans like music to your ears.
"I didn't buy the desk so you could fuck me like a wimp," she spat. "Fuck me harder, daddy. Harder!"
You groaned, grabbed both of her thighs, and pressed them back, adjusting the angle to get as deep as possible with each thrust. You also went faster and harder. Aeri was now being rocked back and forth, and her tits bounced so deliciously that you wrapped both arms around her waist and pulled her chest toward you to take one into your mouth.
"Yeah, just like fucking that," Aeri mixed a moan with a giggle as you sucked on her mound and fucked her properly. She gripped the back of your neck. "Mmmgh, keep going, baby. I’m so close."
From one saliva-soaked breast you moved to the other almost immediately, sucking on her nipple and circling it with your tongue. After that, you kissed your way up between her breasts to her neck, where you sank your teeth, earning her to bury her nails on the back of your neck.
Aeri dropped back again to grip the edge of the desk beneath her head. You then brought her thighs together, placed both heels on your right shoulder, and wrapped your arms around her legs to thrust hard against her pussy. Her reaction was to bring her hand to her mouth, arch her back, and whimper in pleasure until she came around your cock.
"Mmmmgh!!" she groaned, trembling on the desk with her eyes closed. You gritted your teeth and moaned as well, as her pussy felt soaked and incredibly warm. Now you fucked her slowly while she went throught her orgasm. "Sit on the chair, baby," she said after a minute.
Knowing what she had in mind, you pulled out of her and sat back down on your office chair, rolling it forward a bit to get closer. Aeri slid off the desk, turned her back to you, and reached between her thighs to hold your cock straight and impale herself on it.
"Oh fuck," you gasped, one hand on her round ass as it rested against your pelvis. From there, you moved it up to her lower back.
Aeri looked at you over her shoulder, holding onto the edge of the desk. She wiggled her ass a little from side to side on your cock to feel you even deeper.
"Mmmm," she moaned. "A little taste of what's to come next when I want you to fuck me in your office."
With that said, Aeri began to move her ass up and down on your shaft, slowly at first to warm up her legs, then giving free rein to her bounces. You gave her a stinging slap on the ass, making it jiggle. She squealed in demand for more, and you did so until one of her buttocks was covered in red-hot marks.
"Bounce hard on that cock, baby," you growled, clinging to her fleshy waist. "I know you can do better than that."
Aeri took it as a challenge, and you soon felt like she was going to snap you and the chair in half at any moment due to the force with which her ass was slamming against you. She kept up that pace for a while, in an impressive display of leg endurance and cardio. The only thing that stopped her was herself, when a minute later she gave a powerful push down and exploded with a primal grunt.
"Oh goddd!!" Aeri slammed the desk with the side of her fist and slumped down onto it. The muscles in her thighs contracted and trembled, and her pussy clenched around you. "Go on, daddy, go on!"
You jumped to your feet and sent the chair rolling back. Aeri was already bent over the desk, so you could easily position yourself behind her and, without leaving her pussy, start pounding it again.
Far from wanting to lessen the intensity, you ground your pelvis against that perfect ass so that the thrusts reverberated through the walls of your brand-new apartment. You held her by the waist, your fingers digging in so hard you feared she'd bruise later. More slaps landed on her ass, and Aeri moaned with each one.
Aeri gripped the opposite edge of the desk with all her might as you grabbed a handful of her dark brown hair and pulled it back, your other hand resting on her lower back. She had another orgasm in between, but you fucked her through it, pulling one knee up onto the desk to squeeze her ass cheeks.
"Yes, yes, yes!!" Aeri moaned, the side of her face against the desk, her hands at her sides. A second later, her eyes rolled back, and a high-pitched scream came from her mouth, preceding another orgasm. "Ugh, you son of a bitch!"
A slap on the buttock you were squeezing made her scream amidst her orgasm. Aeri bucked her hips against you, making you feel every throb of her pussy around your shaft. As she did, you sucked your thumb and, soaking wet, moved it between her butt cheeks to rub her butthole.
"Did you bring lube?" you asked, slowly sliding your thumb inside her ass. Aeri tensed, turned her head, and pointed to her purse in the kitchen. You pulled out of her pussy and went to get it. From her purse you took out a small glass jar with a sealed lid. "Do you use massage oil now?" you asked, returning to her.
"It feels warmer, and I like the texture it leaves," Aeri said, playing with her fingertips on her butthole. "And you're already experienced with it," she giggled.
"Wanna ride me?" You asked, removing the plastic seal from the bottle.
"Always."
Aeri lifted her torso off the desk and let you climb on top of her, lying lengthwise. Your knees were hanging off, but it was enough room to do what you wanted. She then straddled you, her back to you, to sit on the back of your cock.
"May I, please?" Aeri asked, her palm extended toward you. You handed her the small glass bottle, and she uncapped it to pour a copious amount of massage oil between her buttocks and her asshole in general, so that it would fall all over your cock and pelvis. "It's a good thing the wood is varnished and won't get damaged that easily."
Aeri capped the bottle and threw it onto the chair. She began to move her hips over you, your cock being massaged and stroked between her buttocks. As she rubbed against you, Aeri put her hands to work spreading all the oil over her ass and your cock, making you moan at how good that alone felt.
With everything oiled up and well lubricated, Aeri planted her feet beside you, lifted her hips, grabbed your cock, and held it straight as she lowered herself onto it, letting her ass easily engulf your tip first until she continued going down. Soon every inch of your length disappeared inside her perfect ass.
"Oh yeah," Aeri moaned, her hands resting on your thighs. "See how warm and delicious that feels?"
‘Warm and delicious’ didn't do it justice. You were gonna go crazy, just like you always did when you were inside Aeri Uchinaga's beautiful ass.
"For God's sake, just fuck yourself against that cock mommy," you said without thinking, almost instinctively. You ran your hands over her slick buttocks.
Aeri giggled and dug her nails into your thighs.
"Mommy?" She began to move slowly on your cock. "That's new."
"It's not crazy, you bought me a desk and you're making me fuck you on it," you gasped.
"That's true," Aeri giggled, taking every inch of your cock in and out of her tight ass with the utmost ease and smoothness. "For today you were my sugar baby."
"Actually I bought 90% of the things but okay."
"Shut up and let mommy make you feel good, boy."
Fuck, she could have told you right then to jump out the window and you would have obeyed.
Aeri arched her back to make her ass look more attractive and began bouncing on your cock, the slams sounding like light splashes from the strong contact between your slippery skin. You chose to keep your hands to yourself and simply enjoy what she was doing.
"You like it like this, baby?" Aeri asked with a moan, scratching you on your knees. "Does mommy's tight little ass feel good to you?"
"Yes!" you said immediately. "Oh fuck, of course it does."
"You want to cum inside it so bad, huh?" She made eye contact with you and bit her lip. "I know you do."
You moaned and opted for silence, counting sheep jumping over fences in your head to delay your climax as long as possible so she could continue enjoying your cock. But dear God, the sight of her big, round, oiled-up ass bouncing and jiggling on you was playing dirty.
Fortunately for your sanity, Aeri quickly pulled you out of her ass after a minute and turned around to impale herself on you again, this time facing you. She continued squatting on your cock, but now she leaned toward you, placed her hands on your chest, and bit your chin.
"I'll never get tired of how good that juicy, perfect cock feels inside my cute little booty," Aeri moaned near your lips. She sank her lips onto the lower one and pulled on it a little. "And you? You don't think you'll ever get tired of my tight little ass, do you?" You shook your head quickly. "Right? Mmm, what a good boy."
For the love of heaven, you were going to explode inside her at any moment, overwhelmed with pleasure and horny as hell. And you would have if not for the fact that, a moment later, Aeri came before you and slowed down considerably, dropping her knees to grind against you.
"You're going to fucking kill me," you growled through your teeth as she circled your cock inside her ass.
Aeri collapsed against you, let her glossy brown hair fall across your face, and kissed you, moaning against your lips and making your tongues swirl around each other. You wrapped your arms around her and let your hands roam over her perfect body, fleshy in every deliciously hot spot, until you placed them on her thighs.
"Wanna feel some more of that adrenaline, baby?" she asked against your lips.
"How?"
"Let's go to the window..." Aeri planted kisses all over your face. "Fuck me and fill me up while all of Seoul watches."
"Kinky, huh?" You slapped her ass with both hands.
"A little dangerous, too."
"I can do that," you smirked. "Get off."
Aeri got off you and walked to the window. You followed closely behind her until you reached the largest part of the window, and she, without any hesitation, placed her hands on the glass and spread her feet, leaving her ass ready for you.
"This shit is terrifying," you said, standing behind her as you looked out at the scenery. It was way too fucking high.
"Come back inside my ass and you'll forget how high we are," Aeri said, looking at you through the nearby reflection of the glass and also looking out at the city.
"Let's see if you're right," you said, and with one hand on her waist, you grabbed your cock and guided it back inside her ass.
Aeri moaned and pushed her hips back to take the rest of your cock inside her. Soon after, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the space again. And yes, she was right. As soon as you kept pounding her ass, you completely forgot you were standing at about 300 feet high.
Aeri's ass felt like a fucking relic, but you also alternated fucking her pussy for the same long intervals.
"Fuck yes yes yes!!" Aeri growled, clenching her fists against the glass as you now went back to fucking her ass mercilessly. "Fill me, baby, please fill me!"
You moaned against your clenched teeth and slid one hand up in front of her to reach her neck and squeeze it with your fingers. Then you had her press her tits against the glass, fucking her against it (you hoped that damn window was thick enough) to bury your face in her neck.
"Cum around that cock one more time and I'll fill you up in front of the whole fucking city, baby," you growled as you kissed the back of her neck, one hand on her waist and the other on her neck. "Will you be a good enough girl to do that?"
"Oh my god, you were just calling me mommy," Aeri moaned, forced to look at the city. "If you talk to me like that I'm going to squirt all over the fucking floor."
"Could you do that for daddy?" you said with a sly smile, moving your hand from her waist to her pussy to rub her clit. Aeri dropped her head onto your shoulder and nodded between whimpers. "Yeah? Do it then."
Aeri descended into complete madness then, and between the thrusts of your cock against her ass and the circles of your fingers on her clit, she had an electrifying double orgasm. Her ass suffocated your cock, and an intense jet of squirt erupted from her pussy, hitting the floor and soaking your feet.
Her eyes closed tightly, and a tear escaped from one of them. Her body was in such a state of ecstasy that she wasn't even able to make a sound in her throat; her twisted face and the way she writhed were enough to tell it was the hardest she'd ever come.
"Please, just fucking fill me up already!!" Aeri managed to squeal seconds later, and you held her upright with your arms to continue pounding her ass through her orgasm. "Mmmmmghhh!!!!!"
That was the point of no return for you. All your senses suddenly heightened, and you held onto her with all your strength before, with a hard thrust forward, you exploded inside her ass.
"Ughhh!!!" you groaned, squeezing her body with one arm across her tummy and the other across her collarbone. "Take all of that, you fucking slut!"
You buried your face in her neck and moaned against it, throbbing inside her tight ass as you left every thick drop of cum inside it. Aeri held onto you with all her strength, her legs ready to give way at any moment.
"Oh fucking lord," Aeri sighed, turning her head to seek your kisses. "My ass feels like it's going to explode from how full it is," she moaned against your lips as you shared small kisses.
"And my cock hurts from how hard I came," you gasped. "I don't know how many times that shit has happened to me in my life."
"I'm glad to be one of the lucky few, then," Aeri giggled.
"Well, lucky lady, you also get to help me clean up," you looked at the puddle of squirt she'd left on the floor. "And you didn't even see how the desk turned out."
"Give me a little rest, for goodness' sake," Aeri said, leaning her forehead against the glass with her eyes closed. "I think this is the first time I've had two different types of orgasms at the same time."
"Take your time."
Aeri and you took a few considerable minutes to rest on the couch, and after that, you went to the kitchen to get a dish towel and start cleaning everything. When you were done, Aeri put on her underwear and had you sit in the dining room while she heated up the pizza using a bread oven you had bought.
A few minutes later, she returned with the pizza back in the box and placed it on the glass table to sit down and eat while talking with you.
The conversation was surprisingly productive for your relationship, as you got to know each other better and actually found a lot in common when it came to music, so you had a good laugh over mutually entertaining topics.
"You know, I actually had a lot of fun spending the day with you," Aeri mentioned after you finished eating, her legs draped over the chair.
"And why do you say that like it surprises you?" you asked, closing the pizza box to take a sip of your soda.
"It's just... well," Aeri hugged her legs and rested her chin between her knees. "I was a little nervous when you specifically called me."
You frowned and tilted your head, letting her speak.
"Look, I'm good at connecting physically with people, you know, with sex and all that," she waved her hand, looking at the table decoration. "But I'm not like Jiminie or Ning, or even Minjeong in her own way. The stronger my emotional bond with someone becomes, the more it terrifies me."
"Oh, that's why you constantly refused to sleep over with me during the tour."
"Yeah, kinda," she nodded. "I usually try to keep people at a safe distance, and I often act nonchalantly like I don't need anyone, but..." Aeri took a deep breath. "There are times when I really wish I had someone, you know? Someone to be comfortable with on a Sunday morning, eating breakfast in silence."
"But... Why does it terrify you so much? Isn't that a cute thing?"
"Involuntary defense mechanisms, babe."
"I understand..." You nodded slowly, staring at her for a few seconds before standing up and going behind her chair to hug her tightly. "Well, it's definitely not Sunday and it's not morning either, but I'm happy to sit with you in silence anytime."
Aeri took your arms and rested her head against yours, snuggling up to you. You stayed like that for a few long seconds, until you gave her a peck on the cheek and pulled away.
"You can stay the night if you want, you know?" you said, gently massaging her shoulders.
Aeri chuckled and shook her head.
"No need, darling," she replied. "Just because I no longer keep you at a safe distance doesn't mean I'm going to wake up next to you like I'm your wife."
"You don't even have to sleep with me, woman."
"I don't care. In this context it feels very intimate to me, dear."
You raised your hands.
"Fair enough."
"But we can stay on the couch in each other's arms for a while." She looked up at you. "If you're okay with that."
You smiled.
"Sure, come."
You and Aeri went to the couch and gave it a great first use, snuggling up together to watch each other's TikTok. About an hour later, she got up and went to get dressed, since it was already midnight. Then you went to the door together.
"Thanks for letting me spend the day with you, darling," Aeri curved her lips into a small smile, standing in the frame of the already open door, and leaned in to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. It was unlike her. "Don't get lost, will you?"
"I'll try, dear," you smiled. "Please take care out there."
"I will," Aeri turned and blew you a kiss. "Goodnight, handsome."
"Goodnight, Uchinaga."
You waited for Aeri to walk down the hall and take the elevator before locking the door. As you went back inside, you realized something extremely important that you had overlooked.
She hadn't helped you carry the desk into the office, and now you had to do it on your own.
Jumping out the window seemed more appealing.
The following days after your day with Aeri were almost as boring as usual, as you'd been busy getting small things fixed around the apartment and then back to your busy work. The only thing keeping your spirits high was your calendar, as you counted the days until ITZY finally returned from their tour and you could finally see her.
When that day arrived, it was like a kind of early Christmas Eve, where you ran around making preparations and buying things everywhere: flowers, ingredients to make dinner, snacks and treats for her, and other essentials to keep you both comfortable throughout the evening. You even went to the trouble of cleaning every possible corner of the apartment to make everything look neat and shiny, because you didn't want to look like a slob in front of your girlfriend.
Later that day, you received a text from Yeji letting you know that her plane had landed and that Chaery was planning a surprise for you. She'd done it so you'd be ready for her, so you spent about two hours anxiously pacing around your living room until the intercom beeped.
"Are you there, baby?" a sweet voice asked over the intercom.
There was just one problem. That wasn't the voice you were expecting. It was Ning's.
You ran to the door, and as soon as you opened it, Ning threw her arms around your neck and crashed her lips against yours, kissing you passionately while stroking your hair. Confused but not upset, you held her by her small, soft waist and kissed her back.
In the middle of the kiss, the elevator dinged, making you open your eyes on pure instinct.
Doing so sent a sharp jolt to your heart, as Chaery stepped out of that elevator with bright eyes and a smile of excitement radiating from her.
Every bit of happiness melted off her face when she saw what was happening at your doorstep.
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sprenthecreator · 1 day ago
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Loved the new DA. Princessing wony is the best.
Thanks dear ❣ to be honest it's one of my favorite things I've ever written (even tho people didn't give shit about it like most of my latest stories lol) so I appreciate you loving it.
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i fucking love women so much
especially meovv women
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P.S.T INTERLUDES. 3 | Dopamine
Male reader x AESPA’s Giselle
Word count: 8.9k | tags: dirty smut
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"You know you could have asked me for help getting you an apartment in my building, right?" Chaeyeon asked as she put on her pants after spending the night with you. You watched her gather her clothes from around the couch from the doorway of your bedroom. "It literally meets all your criteria."
You crossed your arms, remained silent, and gazed at the floor as she spoke.
"Besides, you'd be just an elevator ride away!" she continued, putting on her blouse. "And I wouldn't have to perform miracles through your assistant to contact you."
A sigh escaped you, thinking about how simple your life used to be when you didn't have to behave like a mythical animal that only appeared after summoning it under specific situations and conditions. What a pain.
"Well, it's too late for that," you said, and walked to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water. "I've already signed the papers and everything's ready for me to move tomorrow."
Chaeyeon finished dressing and went with you to the kitchen, leaning her lower back against the edge of the counter. She crossed her arms.
"Don't you think it's ridiculous that you're not even an idol and yet these guys are putting restrictions on you about where you can or can't live?" she asked.
"Of course it’s ridiculous," you replied, mimicking her pose but from the other side. "But what can I do?" You shrugged.
"Well, At least they're not making you stay in a dorm with 11 other people," Chaeyeon rolled her eyes.
"I really can't blame them for being worried," you scratched your temple, staring straight ahead. "The neighbors and the security guard were starting to get suspicious about why so many idols were coming to this specific apartment. So it's best to nip the problem in the bud before it becomes a leak."
"That's also true," Chaeyeon agreed. "That guy looks at me weird every time I come here."
"See? They're not crazy for wanting to find me a controlled environment," you looked at her. "And with the money I'm making now, an upgrade is more than necessary. Oh, and it's a lot closer to my office."
"Well, then you better make sure you tell me the new address, because a late-night booty call with you is always worth it," Chaeyeon approached you and gave you a peck on the cheek before going back to the couch to look for her purse. "But don't even think about asking me for help moving. I have plans."
You walked behind the couch and rested your hands on the back of it to look at her.
"What other possible plans could you have that are more fun than helping me move?" you asked in an amused tone, and handed her purse to her, knowing she'd dropped it behind a cushion. She snatched it up from your hand. "Call someone else on your roster to fuck?"
Chaeyeon faked a laugh and then looked at you with a poker face.
"Very funny, idiot," she said. "No, some of the Iz*one members and I are planning a hangout to see Chaewonie and Kura at Coachella."
"Oh yeah? Who's going?"
"Wonyoungie, Yujinie, and Eunbi," she thought for a moment. "I don't know if Hyewonie and Yena can make it. Yuri definitely won't; that woman is busy all the time. Nako and Hitomi won't be going either, and Minju... well, she ghosted us all."
"At least your fans will love knowing you're still close," you said. "I guess I'll manage on my own then."
"You had your assistant hire movers, right?" Chaeyeon chuckled.
"What do you think?" you laughed. "And I'm going to bill the companies for every penny."
Chaeyeon laughed louder on her way to the door.
"Looks like someone's letting the power go to their head," she said, her hand on the doorknob. "By the way, don't forget that my little sister is coming back Friday of next week. I know I don't need to tell you this, but maybe you should do something for her. You know, some nice gesture. You know she loves that."
"I'll see what I can do," you nodded. "Of course I won't greet her empty-handed, woman."
"That's how I like," Chaeyeon opened the door and blew you a kiss. "Bye, handsome.."
"Have a nice day," you blew her a kiss and waved goodbye. "I'll be sure to invite you to my new place when I get settled in."
"You better."
Chaeyeon then left your apartment, leaving you back to your damn demons: packing. Walking on broken glass was even more appealing than that.
You were way behind on time in that regard, even with the help of the movers. You would have liked to blame Chaeyeon and her late-night booty call last night, but it had been several days since you had closed the deal with the real estate agent. It was just plain laziness on your part.
It was Gunwook who had told you, a couple of weeks ago, that you needed to move to a new place. He had come to your apartment for dinner to sweeten your deal. At first, he had said that you had already risen high enough to deserve finer things in your life, but all your objections and arguments about it forced him to get serious.
"Kid, a lot of influential people frequent this place. That kind of attention can draw the wrong crowd, and we don't want you becoming a liability. We'd rather you be part of the solution, not a problem we have to fix."
Given your lack of arguments, you were forced to agree. Gunwook was then very helpful, recommending areas that were far more expensive than what the average person could afford in a lifetime. All of this was completely foreign to you, as you had always been used to a simpler lifestyle, but you weren't going to complain about being in a position where you could afford such amenities.
The price of the apartments was something you had a hard time getting used to, but Gunwook had an answer for even that.
"Idols visit your apartment to fulfill their needs, right? Then it must be a private and secure space for them. Additionally, I'm certain you store many files and evidence here. That means each of these companies should be responsible for the monthly expenses of your new apartment. You have nothing to worry about."
After that, the search for a new apartment accelerated dramatically. You had your assistant clear a few days of your schedule, and made an appointment with a real estate agent to show you places that met your criteria. It was the fourth apartment that you finally found your winner. It was the closest to your office, had absurdly beautiful views of the Han River from one of the highest floors, and was surrounded by good restaurants and nice places.
Once the exhaustive search concluded and the final paperwork was signed, you were confronted by the daunting, colossal giant of your nightmares: packing. You procrastinated relentlessly, taking on unusual jobs, reconnecting with old clients for nights out, and even resorting to dinner with the YG morons. Any shit  seemed preferable to packing.
So there you were, less than 24 hours away from the movers without even the first miserable packed box. There was no escape for you now: either get off your ass or get in trouble. You needed to lock in.
After spending the whole damn afternoon trudging around your apartment, you were finally able to get everything ready and packed. All you had to do for now was drive to your new place, sleep there for the first time, and wait for the movers to do their job.
The apartment was in a residential tower in Samseong-dong, the hotel and business district of Gangnam-gu. You parked in your assigned spot in the underground parking lot and took the elevator to the 25th floor.
Stepping inside, you were greeted by a hallway. Small, tall, rectangular tinted mirrors were embedded in dark wood panels, lining the walls all the way to a display case and a large window at the back. The hallway first opened to the right, then to the left. You opted for the right turn, which led you through another short hallway and into the living room.
Again, you were used to simple and modest things, but that huge living room still blew you away the first time you saw it. The shiny ceramic floor stretched out across a massive, curved space, with tall glass panels following the whole bend. A big block stuck out, separating the smaller area from the bigger one.
You stepped inside, pausing before the smallest glass wall to absorb the breathtaking panorama. From that vantage point you could practically see half of South Seoul, stretching across the impressive Han River, visible for you in its entirety thanks to the placement of the building and the span of the windows.
God damn, you'd started as a masseuse who had to work overtime to make ends meet. How had you gotten so far?
Turning towards the kitchen, you were surprised to find several boxes on the central island that weren't yours. A card on them explained where they came from: Gunwook's wife sent them as housewarming gifts. She specifically asked that they must not be opened until the next day, which you respected by leaving them alone for the moment.
What you could do was start packing all the groceries you'd bought, both in the refrigerator and in the pantry, both significantly larger than in your previous apartment. It was enough food for about a month, knowing that the next few days were going to be busy and you wouldn't have time.
When you finished in the kitchen, the next step was to go to what would be your bedroom and set up the temporary inflatable mattress. Then you went to your bathroom to store all your personal hygiene products, and then you took a shower—there was the first problem you had to fix, since the hot water wasn't working. You'd have to get an electrician later.
From then on, you didn't have much else to do, so you killed time watching a series on your laptop until it was your scheduled bedtime.
Being alone, so many meters above the ground, in that room with the apartment completely empty worked against you when it came to falling asleep. Tossing and turning in bed. A relaxing jazz playlist played in between. Nothing worked. What finally helped your heavy-eyed feelings was a random ASMR TikTok. Then, two damn hours later, you were able to sleep.
For fuck's sake. Moving was a bitch.
The next morning, you had to wake up early to greet the movers. They worked extremely quickly and efficiently despite you being so many floors up, earning a considerable tip from you as a thank you for such a good job.
When the movers left, you were able to start unpacking and assembling the few pieces of furniture you had been able to take from your previous apartment. Among the things you unpacked were, of course, the gifts from Gunwook's wife. Being the incredibly sweet person she was, she had given you pieces of art and decorations that were a godsend.
But even with all that, the apartment looked and felt empty.
The good thing? You had a long list of girls on your phone whose knowledge of decor and aesthetics was far superior to yours. The problem? You didn't know which one to call. Blessed problem.
Thankfully, scrolling and scrolling, you came across a name that should have come to mind long before.
You made the call, and after about thirty minutes, you heard the doorbell ringing from the room you were converting into your office. You hurried to the door, finding on the other side a person you were immensely happy to see again after a little over two weeks.
"When were you going to tell us you'd moved out, you idiot?" Aeri asked, pushing you aside to let herself in. "You know I go to your place all the time when I go out drinking!"
"It's nice to see you too," you said, closing the door behind you to follow her into the living room.
"Do you know how embarrassing it would have been to get there late at night and have a complete stranger open it?" Aeri crossed the hallway to the living room. Her eyes widened at the sight of the windows.
"It's not my fault, they made me," you replied, going to stand next to her to look out at the Han River and all the bridges in the distance. "They weren't entirely comfortable with me having so many visitors in a place that didn't look like a place idols usually frequent."
"Hmm, that makes sense," Aeri nodded, still stunned by the view. "Fuck, don't you get dizzy from being so high up?"
"Not if I don't stop to take in how high up we really are," you took her hand and led her away from the window.
"No, but wow," Aeri looked at the rest of the place, walking toward the kitchen. "I must say this is a significant upgrade. It's the kind of place people dream of living in. Oh, and it's close to our bedroom," she giggled.
"I'm afraid for my sleep schedule," you sighed, passing by her right to go to the refrigerator.
"Oh, shut up with the whining," Aeri leaned her crossed arms on the edge of the kitchen island, watching you as you pulled out a can of Pepsi for yourself and one for her. "You know you love being the one everyone comes to."
"Yeah, well," you chuckled, opening the can. "I'll save my comments."
Aeri laughed, opening her own can to take a sip.
"So, let me guess," Aeri straightened and rested her hands on the counter. "Do you need help making this place look like a normal person's?"
You snapped your fingers and nodded, pointing at her.
"You hit the nail on the head. I thought you'd be perfect for the job."
"First of all," Aeri held up a finger. "I'm perfect for any job, with all that pun implies," she held up another finger. "And second, we get to go shopping. But of course you'll pay for everything."
"Well duh. Wanna go now?"
"Nuh-uh. First, you'll give me a house tour. What kind of host are you?"
You took a deep breath and walked around the island to pass her and take the lead.
"Follow me," you said without looking at her.
After giving her the damn house tour she asked for and having her criticize your every decision regarding the placement of things, you finally left the apartment and took your car to leave the residential complex.
The rest of the afternoon consisted of you and Aeri stalking all over Seoul in search of all kinds of furniture, appliances, and decorations. You took a short break to eat lunch, and after that, you went to the last place she had on her list, already with a good amount of stuff in the trunk and back seats of your car.
"Damn look at this one," you said in one of the areas dedicated to office furniture, pointing at a desk that you thought would look perfect for your office. "Right in front of the office window, what do you think?"
"Oh yeah," Aeri nodded, leaning closer to look at it. She ran a hand over the smooth varnished wood. "You're right. I'm glad to know your tastes aren't completely lost." She then stood behind you, hugged you from behind, and leaned close to your ear. "Although I always knew you had good taste, because you love tasting my ass and pussy every single time."
Aeri bit your earlobe and sucked on it before you could respond, sending a shiver down your spine. You didn't know how to react to that, so you tried to divert your thoughts from your sexual flashbacks with her to the price tag on the desk. Immediately, the images of you and her fucking on that desk vanished.
"Fucking hell, it's so expensive," you whistled and grimaced. "I can't afford it right now after all the shopping we did. Maybe after a couple more jobs."
"Oh, that's a shame," Aeri pouted slightly, peeking her head over your right shoulder. "It would have looked amazing in your office."
"I know, but hey," you turned to her. "I think we did a good job today."
"We sure did," Aeri patted your chest. "Hey, I need to use the bathroom. See you in the car aight?"
"Aight," you nodded. "Don't take too long."
Aeri then walked away from you, crossed an aisle to the left, and disappeared from your sight. You went to the register, paid for the shelves and kitchen accessories you'd picked up, and went to wait for her in the car.
As you settled into your seat, you felt all the accumulated fatigue of the day fall on your shoulders, so you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, feeling a little dejected. The good thing was that you'd certainly had a good time with Aeri so far; that's what kept your spirits high.
After ten minutes of waiting, Aeri finally emerged from the store and climbed into the passenger seat.
"I told you not to take so long," you said, opening your eyes to start the engine.
"I was doing my girl things!" Aeri protested as she settled into her seat and put on her seatbelt. "You're such a grump."
You laughed, one hand on the wheel, and started driving back home.
Back at the apartment, and after two agonizing elevator rides, you and Aeri collaborated to unpack and assemble the ridiculous amount of items you’d purchased. The living room's air conditioning wasn't yet installed, and opening the windows at that hour was impossible due to the strong and dangerous winds at such an altitude, especially in mid-autumn. It wasn't long before sweat began to bead on your skin.
"Fuck, I'm roasting," Aeri panted, fanning herself with her hands. You had turned on the air conditioning in your room and left the door open, hoping some of the cool air would reach the living room, but it provided little relief. "I hope you don't mind my cooling off methods."
"Hm?" You were busy attaching a shelf to the wall for the living room TV and your video game consoles when you turned to see Aeri swiftly undressing. "Um... what are you doing?"
Aeri shed every piece of clothing until she was left in a black bra and thong set with long stockings. The screwdriver slipped from your hand in surprise, making her laugh as she turned to continue her task. Just as she intended, your gaze fixated on her gorgeous bubble butt as she bent down to retrieve a table decoration from a box.
She didn’t want to cool off; the room was warm, but not to the point of needing to undress. She simply wanted your eyes on her, to devour her with your gaze. Of course, you were more than happy to oblige, as few things were as delicious as her meaty, curvy Japanese body.
You were doing your best to be versatile and not mess up the decorations you were putting up while watching her, but that woman had a spell cast on you.
It was inexplicable how, despite having had intimate relationships with a long list of women in the industry, Aeri always managed to get under your skin. Her sex appeal was immaculate, with a self-confidence and an attitude that, on its own and without her making the slightest effort, made you want her like a bastard. The worst part was that you knew she knew you wanted her, but if you didn't, she didn't care either. That was the sexiest thing about her.
The workflow was slowed down by the walking distraction that wandered around your house, bending over places to show off her ass, squatting to reach low places, and getting on all fours in a rather shameless manner. But she still progressed to the point where you thought you were done.
"Fuck, finally," you took a deep breath and plopped down onto the L-shaped sofa you'd assembled with blood, sweat, and tears. "Hey, do you want to order something for..."
The question you were about to ask Aeri was interrupted by the doorbell ringing outside your apartment. This time you weren't expecting it, so you were puzzled.
"Are you...?" You looked at Aeri, who was grinning from ear to ear for some reason.
"I'll leave your package at the door, sir. Good night," a stranger's voice said over the intercom.
"Huh?" You frowned and stood up as you walked to the door. "I didn't order anything."
When you reached your door and opened it, you found a giant box on your mat. Before you could read the label, Aeri came running up behind you and hugged your back so that no potential voyeurs in the hallway would see her half-naked.
"Ahhh! I was worried that thing wouldn't arrive today," she said, looking over your shoulder. "Come on, bring it in."
"Uchinaga, what's that?" You pointed at the box.
"Fuck, it's a good thing you're handsome because you're not very brain-powered."
You grunted and reluctantly picked up the box by the sides to carry it inside. You left it in the living room. Aeri quickly used the boxcutter to open it, and the first thing she did was hand you the instruction manual on top.
She had bought you the desk.
"It's a gift from the four of us!" Aeri said before you could thank her, seeing your surprised face. "I called them when I went to the bathroom, and they were really excited to buy the desk for you."
You felt like crying, damn it. You held it in as best you could.
For a moment, you forgot that she was half-naked and wearing a thong and took her arm to pull her to her feet and hug her tightly. You were going to ignore the fact that her round tits were now pressed against your chest and how good the flesh of her waist felt under your fingers.
"Oh my god, thank you," you said into her neck. "Thank you so much. You guys are too good to me."
"Yeah yeah," Aeri patted your shoulder and caressed the back of your neck. "Don't get all mushy, baby," she pulled away from you, smirking. "Just order a pizza and help me put that thing together, okay?"
"Aight sure," you nodded.
You took out your phone to order the pizza, at the same time distracted by the way Aeri had bent down again and gotten on all fours in front of you while she took parts of the desk out of the box. She did it completely on purpose so you could see part of her pussy lips sticking out from either side of her thong.
"Woman, can I order the pizza in peace?" you asked, but she responded by shaking her ass a little. You huffed, turning around because otherwise you were going to get behind her and fuck her on a cardboard box.
After you managed to order the pizza, you bent down with her to help her take the rest of the things out of the box and start assembling. In the process, Aeri did her best and more to be as seductive as possible for you, rubbing herself against you, surreptitiously pressing her tits together, and even making dirty remarks while reading the instructions aloud.
‘Screw it in really, really deep,’ she had said. Not at all subtle.
With the desk ready, you both stood side by side to admire it.
"You do realize it was easier to assemble it right in the office and not here, right?" you asked, arms akimbo. "Now we have to move it there."
"Uhm..." Aeri crossed her arms under her breasts and tilted her head. "Right... Well, find the chair and bring it over for you to try. Come on, go!"
You hurried over to find the office chair you had bought and brought it in front of the desk to sit on it.
"Oh yeah, this is nice," you smiled, running your hands over the wood of the desk. It was going to look insane, and from it you were going to be able to see the whole fucking Seoul.
"Yeah?" Aeri rolled your chair to the side, got on her knees, and got under the desk, right between your legs. "And like this?"
Aeri quickly pulled your sweatpants and boxers down to your ankles, brought her face right up to your cock, and licked your balls and backside. Her hot breath and the wet sounds in the quiet living room made you shudder.
"It took you a while to make a move," you gasped as Aeri kissed and licked your cock to get it hard.
"I was waiting for the right moment," Aeri replied with a giggle, and it wasn't long before she took you into her mouth, her full lips wrapping around your tip, sucking on it for a few seconds before gradually moving them further down.
Then the doorbell rang. The pizza delivery guy came over the intercom to announce that he had arrived.
"You've got to be kidding me," you said to yourself, clenching your fists on the desk.
Aeri pulled you out of her mouth with a loud slurp and moved her hand slowly over your shaft.
"Tell him to come in," she said softly, bringing you back to her mouth.
"Uh?" You frowned, looking at her. She didn't seem too keen to interrupt the slow, sensual pumps of her head on your cock to answer you. "Are you crazy?"
Aeri didn't pay any attention, focused on your cock. You had no choice but to obey, because she wasn't going to let you get up from that chair. The good thing was that the desk was closed enough at the back that she wouldn't be able to be seen.
"Fuck... come in, please!" You shouted so the delivery man could hear you. "The door's open! First hallway on the right!"
A few seconds later, you heard the door open, and shortly after, the delivery man appeared in the hallway. The look on the poor man's face when he saw you sitting at an (empty) desk in the middle of a living room for no apparent reason was picture-perfect.
"Uh... where do I put the pizza, sir?" he asked.
You pointed to the kitchen island counter.
"Over there, please," you said, but Aeri squeezed your balls, making you let out a small grunt as she purposely sucked you harder and faster. There was no way she was going to get what she wanted. "Actually, no, put it here, please."
You tapped the desk, and the man frowned in confusion, but didn't object and moved closer. As she listened to him approach, Aeri picked up the rhythm and began salivating on your cock, with rapid pumps that any idiot could have heard. You were humming a song to hide it, and you certainly looked like a complete idiot.
The delivery guy placed the box on the desk and stood there, still.
"O-Oh, a tip, huh?" you asked with a nervous giggle. Aeri heard you and, still moving her lips over your cock, reached into the sweatpants around your ankles to hand you your wallet. From there, you took out two bills without even paying attention to their value and handed them to the delivery guy. "There you go."
"Thanks," the delivery guy nodded, turned around, and walked back down the hallway to the door.
Aeri quickly popped you out of her mouth.
"Have a nice night!" she said in a high, sweet voice just as the delivery guy was at the entrance to the hallway.
The delivery guy's shocked expression mirrored yours. He didn't say anything, just hurried away. Shortly after, you heard the door open and close. Aeri then stepped out from under the desk. She'd been busier than you thought under there, as she climbed onto the edge of the desk in front of you, completely naked except for her stockings. Her panties and bra were now on the floor next to your feet.
"I bought this desk," Aeri said, and spread her legs side to side to rest her feet on opposite edges of the desk. "I also helped you set it up." She reached up to her pussy to rub between her glistening folds with two fingers. "Now the least you can do for me is fuck me on this desk."
"But... what about the pizza?"
"I know how to heat pizza without using a microwave, dumbass," Aeri placed a hand on your head. "Now shut up and eat the appetizer."
Aeri pulled you in onto her pussy, and you immediately grabbed onto her fleshy thighs to stick your tongue out and put it to work. She moaned and leaned back, carefully moving the pizza box to one side of the desk and leaning back on her elbows to get comfortable.
The hunger with which you ate her pussy made her let out her sweet, high-pitched moans in just a minute. You had knelt on the floor, now completely naked like her. Aeri had her thighs on your shoulders, and you felt them tremble and shudder every so often.
"Mmmm, yeah, you eat my pussy so well, baby," Aeri moaned, tugging and stroking your hair. "You really love it, huh?"
Instead of responding with words, you grabbed Aeri's thighs, pressed them together, and pressed them against her body to bring her pussy lips together and lick faster between them. Aeri dropped her back onto the desk and grabbed her tits to squeeze them, her moans growing louder and more labored until she came without any warning.
"Fuckkkk! So goood!!" she squealed, arching her back off the desk. "Please fuck me daddy," Aeri looked up at you when you released her thighs. "I really need that cock deep, deep inside me."
"Okay but don't embarrass me like that again, please," you said, standing between her legs.
Aeri laughed, leaned up on her hands, and leaned in to kiss you. She grabbed your cock, stroked it a few times, and rubbed your tip between her folds.
"You secretly got turned on by the adrenaline," she said against your lips. "Don't try to hide it."
"No comment on that," you said, and took her hand off your cock to grab one of her thighs with your left hand and slowly sink your cock between her folds.
"Mmmgh," Aeri moaned, holding onto your neck as your cock went inch by inch inside her. "Next time I'll use my feet."
Aeri moaned and arched her back when you were completely inside her pussy. She fell back and propped herself up on her elbows.
"Whatever you say, hoe," you replied, hands on her soft thighs as you began to pump your hips slowly. You looked down and gasped. It was always hypnotic watching Aeri's plump pussy hug your cock and engulf it with every movement.
You soon went from slow motions to steady, hard thrusts. One of your hands moved up her belly to one of her firm tits, squeezing it with your whole hand and then massaging it. Aeri looked you in the eye and placed a hand on your abdomen, her moans like music to your ears.
"I didn't buy the desk so you could fuck me like a wimp," she spat. "Fuck me harder, daddy. Harder!"
You groaned, grabbed both of her thighs, and pressed them back, adjusting the angle to get as deep as possible with each thrust. You also went faster and harder. Aeri was now being rocked back and forth, and her tits bounced so deliciously that you wrapped both arms around her waist and pulled her chest toward you to take one into your mouth.
"Yeah, just like fucking that," Aeri mixed a moan with a giggle as you sucked on her mound and fucked her properly. She gripped the back of your neck. "Mmmgh, keep going, baby. I’m so close."
From one saliva-soaked breast you moved to the other almost immediately, sucking on her nipple and circling it with your tongue. After that, you kissed your way up between her breasts to her neck, where you sank your teeth, earning her to bury her nails on the back of your neck.
Aeri dropped back again to grip the edge of the desk beneath her head. You then brought her thighs together, placed both heels on your right shoulder, and wrapped your arms around her legs to thrust hard against her pussy. Her reaction was to bring her hand to her mouth, arch her back, and whimper in pleasure until she came around your cock.
"Mmmmgh!!" she groaned, trembling on the desk with her eyes closed. You gritted your teeth and moaned as well, as her pussy felt soaked and incredibly warm. Now you fucked her slowly while she went throught her orgasm. "Sit on the chair, baby," she said after a minute.
Knowing what she had in mind, you pulled out of her and sat back down on your office chair, rolling it forward a bit to get closer. Aeri slid off the desk, turned her back to you, and reached between her thighs to hold your cock straight and impale herself on it.
"Oh fuck," you gasped, one hand on her round ass as it rested against your pelvis. From there, you moved it up to her lower back.
Aeri looked at you over her shoulder, holding onto the edge of the desk. She wiggled her ass a little from side to side on your cock to feel you even deeper.
"Mmmm," she moaned. "A little taste of what's to come next when I want you to fuck me in your office."
With that said, Aeri began to move her ass up and down on your shaft, slowly at first to warm up her legs, then giving free rein to her bounces. You gave her a stinging slap on the ass, making it jiggle. She squealed in demand for more, and you did so until one of her buttocks was covered in red-hot marks.
"Bounce hard on that cock, baby," you growled, clinging to her fleshy waist. "I know you can do better than that."
Aeri took it as a challenge, and you soon felt like she was going to snap you and the chair in half at any moment due to the force with which her ass was slamming against you. She kept up that pace for a while, in an impressive display of leg endurance and cardio. The only thing that stopped her was herself, when a minute later she gave a powerful push down and exploded with a primal grunt.
"Oh goddd!!" Aeri slammed the desk with the side of her fist and slumped down onto it. The muscles in her thighs contracted and trembled, and her pussy clenched around you. "Go on, daddy, go on!"
You jumped to your feet and sent the chair rolling back. Aeri was already bent over the desk, so you could easily position yourself behind her and, without leaving her pussy, start pounding it again.
Far from wanting to lessen the intensity, you ground your pelvis against that perfect ass so that the thrusts reverberated through the walls of your brand-new apartment. You held her by the waist, your fingers digging in so hard you feared she'd bruise later. More slaps landed on her ass, and Aeri moaned with each one.
Aeri gripped the opposite edge of the desk with all her might as you grabbed a handful of her dark brown hair and pulled it back, your other hand resting on her lower back. She had another orgasm in between, but you fucked her through it, pulling one knee up onto the desk to squeeze her ass cheeks.
"Yes, yes, yes!!" Aeri moaned, the side of her face against the desk, her hands at her sides. A second later, her eyes rolled back, and a high-pitched scream came from her mouth, preceding another orgasm. "Ugh, you son of a bitch!"
A slap on the buttock you were squeezing made her scream amidst her orgasm. Aeri bucked her hips against you, making you feel every throb of her pussy around your shaft. As she did, you sucked your thumb and, soaking wet, moved it between her butt cheeks to rub her butthole.
"Did you bring lube?" you asked, slowly sliding your thumb inside her ass. Aeri tensed, turned her head, and pointed to her purse in the kitchen. You pulled out of her pussy and went to get it. From her purse you took out a small glass jar with a sealed lid. "Do you use massage oil now?" you asked, returning to her.
"It feels warmer, and I like the texture it leaves," Aeri said, playing with her fingertips on her butthole. "And you're already experienced with it," she giggled.
"Wanna ride me?" You asked, removing the plastic seal from the bottle.
"Always."
Aeri lifted her torso off the desk and let you climb on top of her, lying lengthwise. Your knees were hanging off, but it was enough room to do what you wanted. She then straddled you, her back to you, to sit on the back of your cock.
"May I, please?" Aeri asked, her palm extended toward you. You handed her the small glass bottle, and she uncapped it to pour a copious amount of massage oil between her buttocks and her asshole in general, so that it would fall all over your cock and pelvis. "It's a good thing the wood is varnished and won't get damaged that easily."
Aeri capped the bottle and threw it onto the chair. She began to move her hips over you, your cock being massaged and stroked between her buttocks. As she rubbed against you, Aeri put her hands to work spreading all the oil over her ass and your cock, making you moan at how good that alone felt.
With everything oiled up and well lubricated, Aeri planted her feet beside you, lifted her hips, grabbed your cock, and held it straight as she lowered herself onto it, letting her ass easily engulf your tip first until she continued going down. Soon every inch of your length disappeared inside her perfect ass.
"Oh yeah," Aeri moaned, her hands resting on your thighs. "See how warm and delicious that feels?"
‘Warm and delicious’ didn't do it justice. You were gonna go crazy, just like you always did when you were inside Aeri Uchinaga's beautiful ass.
"For God's sake, just fuck yourself against that cock mommy," you said without thinking, almost instinctively. You ran your hands over her slick buttocks.
Aeri giggled and dug her nails into your thighs.
"Mommy?" She began to move slowly on your cock. "That's new."
"It's not crazy, you bought me a desk and you're making me fuck you on it," you gasped.
"That's true," Aeri giggled, taking every inch of your cock in and out of her tight ass with the utmost ease and smoothness. "For today you were my sugar baby."
"Actually I bought 90% of the things but okay."
"Shut up and let mommy make you feel good, boy."
Fuck, she could have told you right then to jump out the window and you would have obeyed.
Aeri arched her back to make her ass look more attractive and began bouncing on your cock, the slams sounding like light splashes from the strong contact between your slippery skin. You chose to keep your hands to yourself and simply enjoy what she was doing.
"You like it like this, baby?" Aeri asked with a moan, scratching you on your knees. "Does mommy's tight little ass feel good to you?"
"Yes!" you said immediately. "Oh fuck, of course it does."
"You want to cum inside it so bad, huh?" She made eye contact with you and bit her lip. "I know you do."
You moaned and opted for silence, counting sheep jumping over fences in your head to delay your climax as long as possible so she could continue enjoying your cock. But dear God, the sight of her big, round, oiled-up ass bouncing and jiggling on you was playing dirty.
Fortunately for your sanity, Aeri quickly pulled you out of her ass after a minute and turned around to impale herself on you again, this time facing you. She continued squatting on your cock, but now she leaned toward you, placed her hands on your chest, and bit your chin.
"I'll never get tired of how good that juicy, perfect cock feels inside my cute little booty," Aeri moaned near your lips. She sank her lips onto the lower one and pulled on it a little. "And you? You don't think you'll ever get tired of my tight little ass, do you?" You shook your head quickly. "Right? Mmm, what a good boy."
For the love of heaven, you were going to explode inside her at any moment, overwhelmed with pleasure and horny as hell. And you would have if not for the fact that, a moment later, Aeri came before you and slowed down considerably, dropping her knees to grind against you.
"You're going to fucking kill me," you growled through your teeth as she circled your cock inside her ass.
Aeri collapsed against you, let her glossy brown hair fall across your face, and kissed you, moaning against your lips and making your tongues swirl around each other. You wrapped your arms around her and let your hands roam over her perfect body, fleshy in every deliciously hot spot, until you placed them on her thighs.
"Wanna feel some more of that adrenaline, baby?" she asked against your lips.
"How?"
"Let's go to the window..." Aeri planted kisses all over your face. "Fuck me and fill me up while all of Seoul watches."
"Kinky, huh?" You slapped her ass with both hands.
"A little dangerous, too."
"I can do that," you smirked. "Get off."
Aeri got off you and walked to the window. You followed closely behind her until you reached the largest part of the window, and she, without any hesitation, placed her hands on the glass and spread her feet, leaving her ass ready for you.
"This shit is terrifying," you said, standing behind her as you looked out at the scenery. It was way too fucking high.
"Come back inside my ass and you'll forget how high we are," Aeri said, looking at you through the nearby reflection of the glass and also looking out at the city.
"Let's see if you're right," you said, and with one hand on her waist, you grabbed your cock and guided it back inside her ass.
Aeri moaned and pushed her hips back to take the rest of your cock inside her. Soon after, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the space again. And yes, she was right. As soon as you kept pounding her ass, you completely forgot you were standing at about 300 feet high.
Aeri's ass felt like a fucking relic, but you also alternated fucking her pussy for the same long intervals.
"Fuck yes yes yes!!" Aeri growled, clenching her fists against the glass as you now went back to fucking her ass mercilessly. "Fill me, baby, please fill me!"
You moaned against your clenched teeth and slid one hand up in front of her to reach her neck and squeeze it with your fingers. Then you had her press her tits against the glass, fucking her against it (you hoped that damn window was thick enough) to bury your face in her neck.
"Cum around that cock one more time and I'll fill you up in front of the whole fucking city, baby," you growled as you kissed the back of her neck, one hand on her waist and the other on her neck. "Will you be a good enough girl to do that?"
"Oh my god, you were just calling me mommy," Aeri moaned, forced to look at the city. "If you talk to me like that I'm going to squirt all over the fucking floor."
"Could you do that for daddy?" you said with a sly smile, moving your hand from her waist to her pussy to rub her clit. Aeri dropped her head onto your shoulder and nodded between whimpers. "Yeah? Do it then."
Aeri descended into complete madness then, and between the thrusts of your cock against her ass and the circles of your fingers on her clit, she had an electrifying double orgasm. Her ass suffocated your cock, and an intense jet of squirt erupted from her pussy, hitting the floor and soaking your feet.
Her eyes closed tightly, and a tear escaped from one of them. Her body was in such a state of ecstasy that she wasn't even able to make a sound in her throat; her twisted face and the way she writhed were enough to tell it was the hardest she'd ever come.
"Please, just fucking fill me up already!!" Aeri managed to squeal seconds later, and you held her upright with your arms to continue pounding her ass through her orgasm. "Mmmmmghhh!!!!!"
That was the point of no return for you. All your senses suddenly heightened, and you held onto her with all your strength before, with a hard thrust forward, you exploded inside her ass.
"Ughhh!!!" you groaned, squeezing her body with one arm across her tummy and the other across her collarbone. "Take all of that, you fucking slut!"
You buried your face in her neck and moaned against it, throbbing inside her tight ass as you left every thick drop of cum inside it. Aeri held onto you with all her strength, her legs ready to give way at any moment.
"Oh fucking lord," Aeri sighed, turning her head to seek your kisses. "My ass feels like it's going to explode from how full it is," she moaned against your lips as you shared small kisses.
"And my cock hurts from how hard I came," you gasped. "I don't know how many times that shit has happened to me in my life."
"I'm glad to be one of the lucky few, then," Aeri giggled.
"Well, lucky lady, you also get to help me clean up," you looked at the puddle of squirt she'd left on the floor. "And you didn't even see how the desk turned out."
"Give me a little rest, for goodness' sake," Aeri said, leaning her forehead against the glass with her eyes closed. "I think this is the first time I've had two different types of orgasms at the same time."
"Take your time."
Aeri and you took a few considerable minutes to rest on the couch, and after that, you went to the kitchen to get a dish towel and start cleaning everything. When you were done, Aeri put on her underwear and had you sit in the dining room while she heated up the pizza using a bread oven you had bought.
A few minutes later, she returned with the pizza back in the box and placed it on the glass table to sit down and eat while talking with you.
The conversation was surprisingly productive for your relationship, as you got to know each other better and actually found a lot in common when it came to music, so you had a good laugh over mutually entertaining topics.
"You know, I actually had a lot of fun spending the day with you," Aeri mentioned after you finished eating, her legs draped over the chair.
"And why do you say that like it surprises you?" you asked, closing the pizza box to take a sip of your soda.
"It's just... well," Aeri hugged her legs and rested her chin between her knees. "I was a little nervous when you specifically called me."
You frowned and tilted your head, letting her speak.
"Look, I'm good at connecting physically with people, you know, with sex and all that," she waved her hand, looking at the table decoration. "But I'm not like Jiminie or Ning, or even Minjeong in her own way. The stronger my emotional bond with someone becomes, the more it terrifies me."
"Oh, that's why you constantly refused to sleep over with me during the tour."
"Yeah, kinda," she nodded. "I usually try to keep people at a safe distance, and I often act nonchalantly like I don't need anyone, but..." Aeri took a deep breath. "There are times when I really wish I had someone, you know? Someone to be comfortable with on a Sunday morning, eating breakfast in silence."
"But... Why does it terrify you so much? Isn't that a cute thing?"
"Involuntary defense mechanisms, babe."
"I understand..." You nodded slowly, staring at her for a few seconds before standing up and going behind her chair to hug her tightly. "Well, it's definitely not Sunday and it's not morning either, but I'm happy to sit with you in silence anytime."
Aeri took your arms and rested her head against yours, snuggling up to you. You stayed like that for a few long seconds, until you gave her a peck on the cheek and pulled away.
"You can stay the night if you want, you know?" you said, gently massaging her shoulders.
Aeri chuckled and shook her head.
"No need, darling," she replied. "Just because I no longer keep you at a safe distance doesn't mean I'm going to wake up next to you like I'm your wife."
"You don't even have to sleep with me, woman."
"I don't care. In this context it feels very intimate to me, dear."
You raised your hands.
"Fair enough."
"But we can stay on the couch in each other's arms for a while." She looked up at you. "If you're okay with that."
You smiled.
"Sure, come."
You and Aeri went to the couch and gave it a great first use, snuggling up together to watch each other's TikTok. About an hour later, she got up and went to get dressed, since it was already midnight. Then you went to the door together.
"Thanks for letting me spend the day with you, darling," Aeri curved her lips into a small smile, standing in the frame of the already open door, and leaned in to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. It was unlike her. "Don't get lost, will you?"
"I'll try, dear," you smiled. "Please take care out there."
"I will," Aeri turned and blew you a kiss. "Goodnight, handsome."
"Goodnight, Uchinaga."
You waited for Aeri to walk down the hall and take the elevator before locking the door. As you went back inside, you realized something extremely important that you had overlooked.
She hadn't helped you carry the desk into the office, and now you had to do it on your own.
Jumping out the window seemed more appealing.
The following days after your day with Aeri were almost as boring as usual, as you'd been busy getting small things fixed around the apartment and then back to your busy work. The only thing keeping your spirits high was your calendar, as you counted the days until ITZY finally returned from their tour and you could finally see her.
When that day arrived, it was like a kind of early Christmas Eve, where you ran around making preparations and buying things everywhere: flowers, ingredients to make dinner, snacks and treats for her, and other essentials to keep you both comfortable throughout the evening. You even went to the trouble of cleaning every possible corner of the apartment to make everything look neat and shiny, because you didn't want to look like a slob in front of your girlfriend.
Later that day, you received a text from Yeji letting you know that her plane had landed and that Chaery was planning a surprise for you. She'd done it so you'd be ready for her, so you spent about two hours anxiously pacing around your living room until the intercom beeped.
"Are you there, baby?" a sweet voice asked over the intercom.
There was just one problem. That wasn't the voice you were expecting. It was Ning's.
You ran to the door, and as soon as you opened it, Ning threw her arms around your neck and crashed her lips against yours, kissing you passionately while stroking your hair. Confused but not upset, you held her by her small, soft waist and kissed her back.
In the middle of the kiss, the elevator dinged, making you open your eyes on pure instinct.
Doing so sent a sharp jolt to your heart, as Chaery stepped out of that elevator with bright eyes and a smile of excitement radiating from her.
Every bit of happiness melted off her face when she saw what was happening at your doorstep.
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D.A | Since I’ve Been Loving You
Male reader x IVE Wonyoung
Word count: 14k | Tags: fluff, smut, princess treatment as always for her
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"You're there right now, aren't you?" you asked your girlfriend, looking out at the streets of Paris through the window of the car Prada had sent to pick you up. Natalia was sitting in the passenger seat.
You had landed early in the morning, after a one-and-a-half-hour flight from Milan, exactly a week and half after your night with Rina and Gawon. Thank goodness she couldn't spend much time with you the next day and had to leave for Korea the day after, because if you were honest with yourself, you needed a little break from her to think about your feelings.
Staying alone in your city—with a night with Somi in between, which you certainly didn't turn down—helped you clear your head a lot. Several of those days were dedicated to work, whether it was going to meetings with sponsors, doing IRL, or regular streaming from the apartment you had rented. But it was just what you needed to stop thinking about the whole thing with Rina.
Who, by the way, you'd been ghosting. Not too much, but just enough. You'd get back to your usual chatting routine with her. Later, when you returned from Paris to Milan. Your intentions were to also have a serious conversation about your relationship, but you weren’t going to think about it for the moment.
Right now your priorities were different.
"Yeah," Wony answered on the other end of the line. She yawned right after. "I just woke up. Are you coming here yet?"
"I'm about fifteen minutes away, maybe less," you said. "Can we meet?"
"Well... yeah, right? We were going to do it without you even asking."
"I know I know, but right now. As soon as I get there."
"Oh, yeah! I think so. I'll let you know when you get here, okay? I have to talk to my manager."
"Great," you smiled like an idiot, causing Natalia to look at you mockingly. "I'm going to hang up, baby. I love you."
"I love you too, my sweet boy," Wony replied, and you heard a peck on the microphone. "See you in a bit."
You hung up and stared out the window for a while, entranced. When you looked back, Natalia was still staring at you.
"What?" you asked.
"That's how my older brother smiled before he married my sister-in-law."
You clicked your tongue, snorted, and looked back out the window, putting the headphones you had around your neck on to listen to your Michael Jackson playlist for the rest of the ride.
15 minutes later, you arrived at the Le Bristol Hotel, where Prada and Miu Miu were hosting their guests. This time, you didn't pull any strings to get a suite, not because you couldn't, but because you were already a pain in the ass for the brand with that kind of thing. On top of that, you didn't want to look like a snobby little brat. You'd settle for the deluxe room (with garden view, a huge plus) they'd booked for you, for which you were already more than grateful.
Upon going up and leaving your luggage scattered around the room, you unpacked only the essentials, let Wony know you'd arrived, and went to the bathroom to wash your face. While you were doing so, you received a notification on your phone: your girlfriend telling you to come down in about ten minutes, if possible.
After telling her you'd be there, you didn't even change your clothes and went straight down to the lobby, without waiting for the ten minutes to pass. You waited near the foot of the stairs that led in a semicircle to the upper floor, leaning your back against a tall, marble pillar.
While you waited you heard several people coming down, but instead of looking every second to see who it was, you decided to keep your eyes on your phone to act mysterious (you seemed autistic). It wasn't until someone tapped your shoulder that you looked up from the screen. 
"Honey, how many times do I have to tell you you're not Bruce Wayne?" Wony said, a mocking smirk on her face.
Your girlfriend was dressed in comfortable clothes, a half-lowered mask, sunglasses, and her hair tied back in a high bun; she looked rushed, probably on her way to get ready for the show later. Her manager and crew were nearby, at a safe distance to give you both privacy.
You laughed, took her hand, and pulled her towards you for the hug you'd been craving for weeks. Wony threw her arms around your neck and held onto you tightly, and you had one arm around her waist and the other across her back. Both of you were breathing in each other's scent as if it were aromatherapy. It wasn't the most subtle thing in the world, but you cared less than nothing.
"Hey, baby," you murmured, caressing her back, your face in her neck.
"Hey, darling," Wony murmured back, her voice small, caressing your shoulder and the back of your neck with her thumbs. "Did you sleep at all on the flight?"
"Nah, I didn't have enough time," you replied, and realizing you'd been hugging for about a minute, you released her from your arms. "And you? I think your eyes are still glued shut from sleep," you pointed at her sunglasses.
Wony took off her glasses, folded them, and placed them in her hand. Her pretty eyes and makeup-free face looked as angelic as ever.
"I'm just being mysterious," she replied, reaching up to fix the collar of your sweater. "I'm picking up habits from you."
You chuckled.
"Right. I just hope you don't pick up smoking cigarettes. I'd kick your ass."
"No way," she pouted in disgust. "You know the smell is awful, and the sooner you quit, the better."
"That's what I'm trying to do, baby. I only smoke one a day at most now."
"Mmm, that's good," Wony crossed her arms. "But I'm not going to congratulate you until it's zero instead of one."
"One step at a time, sweetheart," you made a gesture of cupping her face with your hand, but held back as a precaution. Her staff was too close, and you weren't the only ones in the lobby at that hour. "Fuck, I'd kiss you right now. I'm struggling."
"Nuh-uh," Wony shook her head, one eyebrow raised. "You wanted to meet right now. And we can't here."
"I know, I know. Just wait until we're alone later."
"Are you threatening me?"
"Kinda. I need you, girl," you stared into her eyes. "A lot."
Wony remained silent, staring at you. Her cheeks flushed.
"And I'll do everything I can to make you need me even more." Wony looked you up and down, lingering for a moment on your lips before returning to your eyes. "You're not ready, babe."
"Is the outfit too killer?"
Behind her, Wony's manager signaled, showing her her phone. She had to go. Wony stuck out her thumb, nodded, and looked back at you.
"You'll see for yourself later," Wony placed a small kiss on her fingers and then pressed them against your lips. "I love you, baby. See you at the show."
"Take care, darling," you winked at her as she returned to her staff. "Love you too."
With that and little else, Wony and her entire crew headed back up the stairs. You did the same a few minutes later, knowing you were going to have to go through the same preparation process she did before the show.
You had to mentally prepare for it. More cameras, more damned curbs full of people. And this time the damn walk from the moment you got out of the car to the Palais d'Iéna—where the show would take place—was going to be longer.
But you'd already had a taste of the experience before, and nothing was going to be worse than that first time.
It would be a piece of cake.
Right?
For the love of fucking God, how intimidating the damn place was, even more so than the Fondazione Prada.
The Palais wasn't a one-way street where people gathered farther away and more contained to the sides, but a semicircular space elevated above the street, with a broad esplanade that rose up to the Palais itself—a curved building with columns and large windows. There, people gathered in rows behind the circular plaza at the center, as well as along the lower streets that flanked and surrounded the space.
Basically, there were cameras under every fucking stone, great.
"Are you okay?" Natalia asked from beside you. She'd be the first to get out.
"Oh yeah, fucking awesome," you replied, between staring out the window and adjusting your outfit: a Shetland wool crew-neck sweater, a brandy-colored Nappa leather jacket, black wool pants, and ankle boots. It wasn't your usual style, but when they presented the proposal to you at the fitting, you couldn't resist giving it a try. "It's not at all nearly double the number of people than a week ago."
"Actually, I think there are more."
You glared at her.
"It was sarcasm, woman."
"Ah… well. Whatever you say. Hey, let's go." She patted you on the knee and hurried out of the car when it parked.
You had no choice but to follow her and get out as well, letting the cold air of that cloudy winter day in Paris wash over your face. Camera flashes immediately began to click in your direction, and you waved as you passed under the leafless trees that lined that side of the street. Your car pulled away behind you, leaving you alone with your bodyguard and Natalia.
Compared to last week, many more people recognized you this time and asked you to stop every now and then to pose for the cameras. There were also many people who asked you to come closer to sign things, which you did as you circled the small monument in the center of the circular plaza.
To your right, a couple more cars parked on the street. A guy you didn't even recognize got out of one, believing he was an absolute powerhouse who would steal all the spotlight (no one paid any attention to him).
But the most beautiful girl you ever saw in your god damn life got out of the other, making the crowd, and you, go crazy.
Your girlfriend was a cowgirl. A damn, fucking, cowgirl. Literally.
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You couldn't afford to stop and stare at her for several reasons, but with quick, covert glances, you saw everything you needed from her mindblowingly hot outfit: from her brown suede crop top, her matching short skirt—decorated with a belt made of metallic chains and silver appliqués—to her tall black boots with metallic buckles.
The best part, without a doubt, were the accessories: earrings and a necklace in the shape of brown and white flowers, a very western-inspired brown handbag, and of course, the wide-brimmed light-colored straw hat on her head, tilted slightly back to highlight her long, beautiful brown hair.
She was absolutely right: you weren't prepared at all, feeling little short circuits in your brain every time you laid eyes on her. She was also right that she would do everything in her power to make you want her even more, because as she walked, she exuberated an overwhelming aura of confidence, elegance, and beauty that was soaking into your damn bones.
You wanted to stay out there a little longer just to see her, but she was coming in your direction, and if she was by your side, you were sure you wouldn't resist and would want to talk to her, so you had to move quickly, following Natalia into the Palais and ignoring Wony for a moment.
Inside, Natalia and you met a Miu Miu staffer, who guided you to the space where the show would be held. Walking there, you were quickly starstruck by one of your biggest idols. ASAP Rocky was surrounded by a small group of people, and he was talking to someone you knew was part of the Puma team, a brand with which Rocky, like you, also collaborated.
You had some freedom to move around and talk to whoever you wanted while the Miu Miu girl made a few arrangements, but you weren't going to talk to Rocky at all. You didn't want to be a nuisance. Besides, there's no way he'd know who...
"Hey, that's the guy who filmed the campaign with the soccer club, right?" You heard a man speak. Definitely him. You'd recognize that voice anywhere. "AC Milan, right?"
You played dumb since he wasn't talking to you and stood a short distance away, also completely ignoring the fact that he'd said soccer and not football. Then you heard the Puma guy confirm his suspicions.
"Yo, Ezio!" Rocky called after you.
Jesus fucking Christ, there was no way that was happening.
You turned around and approached with hesitant steps.
"What's up!" You laughed nervously, standing a moderate distance away. "Oh my god, do you really know who I am?"
It was Rocky himself who closed the distance between you and offered you his hand for a shake.
"Yes sir," he nodded with a polite smile as you shook his hand. "I've seen your stuff, you know, the album reactions and shit. You dope. Really loved that GNX reaction."
"Uh..." You blinked a few times, completely stunned. "Shit, uhm, thanks man. I've had your albums on repeat since high school, I... appreciate it, a lot."
"For sure," he let go of your hand. "Aye, give me a sec so I can talk to my people, don't go."
Rocky stepped away from you and went to talk to someone on his team, returning shortly after.
"Wanna go to the listening party for my new record?" he asked. "I don't have an exact date, but you should be there man. I'd appreciate your honest thoughts."
Just then, Wony walked past you, and your eyes met for a moment that was enough to make you three times as nervous.
"Oh hell yeah," you nodded, successfully managing not to stutter or look like an idiot, hands clasped behind your back since you didn't know what the hell to do with your arms. "It would be a complete honor, man. Just tell me when and where."
"Cool man," he smiled. "Aye, I should get going."
"Yeah yeah, sure. Thanks again man. It means a lot."
"No problem," Rocky offered you his fist bump. "See ya man."
You bumped his fist, and Rocky, along with the rest of his team, continued leading the way for him to his seat, leaving you feeling like you'd experienced something you couldn't have even dreamed of years ago. The Miu Miu staff returned to you a minute later, and also escorted you to your seat, which was...
Next to Wony's.
She was already sitting in her chair, recording videos for some brands, so you weren't allowed to sit down until she was finished. It wasn't long tho; a couple of minutes later, with trembling hands, you were able to sat down next to her. You gulped and looked forward, a little bit awkward. What the hell were you going to do? Pretend you didn't know each other and never speak during the whole show? Say hello? Talk at length?
"Hi!" she greeted you with a cordial smile when you turned to meet her gaze.
"Hi, bab..." You pursed your lips and ground your teeth into the bottom one to keep the word from leaving your mouth. "Hi," you greeted her back, smiling back.
Wony placed her hand over her mouth so her lips wouldn't be read and leaned slightly toward you, fully aware that there would be cameras everywhere.
"Just so you know, I'm not going to pretend I don't know you," she said softly. "So stop that constipated face and talk to me."
A small chuckle escaped you and you looked at her as she corrected her posture again. The seats around you were gradually filling up. She was certainly losing interest in the fact that your relationship was supposed to be sacredly private, something you'd suspected since that time in the hotel in Seoul and now confirmed with the glances she gave you.
"You're craving a dispatch article and TikTok edits, huh?" you said, looking around. "Because you can be sure it won't be long."
"No one has any idea how long or how much we've known each other," Wony said. "We're just a girl and a boy talking."
"A girl and a boy almost the same age, good-looking, and glancing at each other. Not suspicious at all."
"Well, if you want, I'll not talk to you for the whole hour of the show."
"I didn't say that!" you protested, accidentally raising your voice a little too much. You quickly brought your hand to your mouth.
Wony giggled, and pulled a pack of gum out of her handbag to offer you one, without looking directly at you.
"Here, see if you cool off and relax, dear," she said.
You sighed and picked up a piece of gum, accidentally letting your fingers brush against hers. You didn't know if it was because of that, but just a few minutes later, several photographers approached you, wanting to take pictures of just the two of you. Together. Not separately. One of them was a Korean press outlet.
Just what you were missing: being on the cover of a Naver article. Fucking awesome. It wasn't going to be enough with all the TikToks, tweets, and the rest. It was going to be a whole mess.
But if you were honest with yourself, in a way, you were happy that this was happening. Pretending you didn't know her at all would have been a serious blow to your feelings, so you were going to let it all flow.
The show started about 10 minutes later, and you and Wony stopped talking to focus on the collection being modeled. About half an hour passed until Wony brought her hand to her mouth and leaned slightly toward you, her gaze straight ahead.
"On a scale of one to ten, how much do you want to fill me with cock compared to this morning?" She whispered to you in Korean, in case there were any gossips nearby who might be listening.
The question caught you completely off guard. You remained silent and stared into space, your heart racing in your chest. She was definitely not doing that in that place.
"Eleven," you replied, curt and quick to get the image out of your head. Wony just chuckled with her lips.
From then until the end of the show, Wony did her best to show how comfortable she was with you, brushing your knees together whenever she crossed her legs, leaning slightly toward you, and laughing at every silly thing you said. At one point, you squeezed your thigh, not because you were nervous, but because all you wanted was to hold her face and kiss her.
After a while of counting the minutes, the show finally ended and the chairs began to empty, with the guests leaving for their post-show activities and interviews. Wony was one of those people, guided by her own manager to another space where you later saw she was posing for Elle Korea.
Natalia agreed to wait for you near the exit so you could head back to the hotel, since you had nothing scheduled after that other than some photos for some magazines and Prada's social media. As you walked there, you greeted and talked to several people you'd already met, some executives, staffers, and models—nothing unusual.
Until you saw her. 
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
Was it her? You couldn't tell at first glance because of the sunglasses, but as you got closer and heard her voice, you confirmed it. She was your biggest fucking celebrity crush. Sydney fucking Sweeney. And you had to walk right past her if you wanted to get out of there.
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Even with your buttock muscles tense as hell, you prepared to walk with your eyes straight ahead. It was as easy as asking for a photo or just saying hello out of politeness, but you were so terrified that you just wanted to run as far away from her as possible. You thought you'd make it and that she wouldn't notice you, but she took off her sunglasses and fixed you with her eyes.
You almost peed your pants.
"Oh, Ezio, right?" Sydney said, stepping in your way.
She knew who you were too. What in the even fuck was going on that day? What was next? Tyler The Creator asking you to be Golf Wang’s next model?
"Uh... y-yeah, that's me," you nodded, stopping in front of her. Too close for your heart's sake, maybe.
Sydney smiled, her lips smooth and kind.
"I loved what you did for Prada last week. You have a natural talent for being, you know, genuinely entertaining," she said, her hands in front of her, holding her handbag. "And I think it takes courage to bring that kind of approach to something as serious as fashion. It was great, really."
You gulped and raised your eyebrows, struggling to find the right words. You were about to pee your damn pants, because she kept staring at you with those gorgeous blue eyes.
"Thanks, it was... well, it was weird for a lot of people," you chuckled. "Glad it landed somewhere."
"It landed, trust me," she smiled, then tilted her head, quickly looking you up and down. "By the way, you really don't… blink, right?"
You blinked and your mouth fell a bit open, broken by the ambiguous question.
"Uhm... What?"
"That's a compliment, honey," she said, already turning back to where she'd been looking before. "I should go. It was nice meeting you."
"Uh, yeah... sure," you nodded.
"Oh, what was your Instagram?" Sydney asked, turning around again. "I remember asking for it, but no one ever gave it to me."
Had she just... asked for your Instagram? No, the real question was: had she asked for it before? Huh? And she fucking called you honey.
"Just search for Ezio Leone and it'll appear... I think."
"Alright, cool. See you later," she smiled and winked at you before turning around and walking off.
She fucking winked at you. If you'd been Eddie Murphy in Meet Dave, your crew would probably be panicking and running around like crazy trying to fix the stroke you were having.
You stood there staring into space, hands in your pants pockets. It probably looked like you'd seen a ghost from the outside, but no, it was worse than that.
You were forced to move, not wanting to hinder the dense flow of people coming and going. Natalia was waiting for you outside. She called the driver, who arrived about five minutes later to take you back to the hotel.
The lobby was bustling with activity, with Miu Miu staff, assistants, and models milling around the lobby after arriving from the show. You went straight up to your room, just wanting to get away from all the hustle and bustle.
Already in the peace and quiet of your room, you took off your jacket and called room service to bring up a bottle of cognac and another of soda so you could pour yourself a drink, which you drank on the small balcony overlooking the garden.
You were leisurely scrolling through your phone, seeing comments and likes on your recent posts and Instagram stories until you received two notifications that caught your attention and nearly made you throw your phone into the garden.
Sydney hadn't just followed you back, she'd also sent you a DM.
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You meant to reply back, but your fucking hand was shaking and you didn't know how the fuck to react, so you just gave the message a heart reaction and put your phone back in your pocket, staring at a random tree while you drank the rest of the cognac.
What the fuck was going on? You'd lost count of how many times you'd asked yourself the same question all day.
A couple of knocks on the door brought you out of your stupor. You slipped into the room, left the glass on the desk in the corner, and went to answer it.
The person you met under the door made you instantly forget everything. Suddenly, no one else existed, just you and her.
"Hi, my sweet boy," Wony said, her head tilted and looking deep into your eyes, still dressed in the same outfit. The only thing she wasn't carrying was her handbag; her phone was loose in her hand.
You just stepped aside and let her in. Then you closed the door behind you, took the phone from her hand, threw it toward your bed, wrapped your arms around her, pulled her against your body and crashed your lips together.
Wony moaned and threw her arms around your neck, quickly tangling her fingers in strands of your hair and squeezing your shoulder with her other hand. You pressed her against the wall of the small hallway, your lips battling fiercely between heavy breaths as you squeezed her waist and the back of her neck.
"There was no need to ask me that in the middle of the show," you growled against her lips, and you hiked her skirt up to her waist to touch her slit with your fingers over her panties.
Wony moaned softly and dug her nails into your scalp, giving your lower lip a small bite.
"No, but it sure turned you on," she replied, reaching down to grab your cock over your pants. "Did you notice I took off my safety shorts before coming here?"
"That's very thoughtful of you, little slut," you placed small kisses on her lips, feeling the fabric of her panties wet beneath your fingertips. "You make my job easier."
You grabbed her waist, turned her around, and had her lean her hands against the wall. Then you dropped to your knees, wrapped her skirt around her waist, and with one swift pull, yanked the white panties she was wearing down her legs, with no intention of removing her boots. All you had left to do was spread her ass cheeks and sink your mouth between them to start eating her pussy with a rustic hunger.
"Oh fuck!" Wony moaned, arching her back and throwing her head back, one hand on her hat to keep it from falling off.
Eating that soft, wet pussy from behind after so long felt like finally tasting your favorite dish after centuries of not doing so. Your tongue worked in a desperate frenzy, up and down her folds while you massaged her lovely buttocks with your hands. Wony melted into moans, her thighs and knees trembling.
After a few long seconds of devouring her pussy, you stood up again and sucked on your middle and ring fingers with the sole intention of inserting them into her pussy, burying them until just the knuckles were out. Wony squealed, pursed her lips, and looked at you over her shoulder as you grabbed her waist with your free hand and began pumping your fingers.
The slow thrusts lasted only a moment, quickly replaced by a faster, more frantic rhythm, lacking care. Wony's pussy responded by tightening around your fingers, her folds wetting and making soft squelching sounds with each pump of your fingers. You kissed the nape of her neck and shoulders, the fingers of your other hand pressing into the flesh of her waist.
Wony reached back and grabbed the back of your neck, holding onto it as her hips bucked and her legs tensed. Your fingers soon fucked her harder and faster, your palm slamming against her buttocks until she squealed and came.
"Mmmgh yessss!!" Wony moaned, pushing her hips back against your fingers, her pussy dripping around them.
"I want to fuck you so damn hard," you growled, then bit her neck, sliding your other hand down her abdomen to gently rub her clit once her climax passed.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Wony replied, caressing your hair. "I can feel that juicy, hard cock under your pants. Fill me with it until I cry, daddy."
You didn't really need her to tell you that to do it, but it was the push you needed to scoop her up in one arm and walk with her to the desk, pull the chair aside, and place her ass on the edge of the glass surface. As she spread her legs wide, you quickly pulled down your pants and boxers to free your throbbing cock. Then, relying only on her natural lubrication, you took it inside her pussy with a single, rough thrust that made you both moan.
The sensation of being back inside your girlfriend's tight pussy felt heavenly. Too overwhelmingly good to believe you even deserved it. Wony leaned back and propped herself up on her elbows, her eyebrows raised and her mouth slightly open, momentarily paralyzed at the feel of you balls-deep inside her.
You brought her out of her trance when you began to move your hips back and forth, making sure she felt every inch of throbbing flesh going in and out. Moments later, you grabbed her thighs and went faster and faster, going from zero to one hundred in no time.
"Oh yes yes yes!" Wony squealed, rocked by your thrusts. "Hard, daddy, hard! Fuck that pretty wet pussy!"
You grunted and brought a hand to her neck over her necklace, not hesitating for a moment to squeeze hard with your fingers, making her moans reduce to faint, gasping sounds. Wony opened her mouth in a minute, her tongue stuck out, and you leaned forward to spit on her. It all fell on her tongue, but you also stained her chin and lips.
Soon the room began to reverberate with the intense, impetuous thrusts of your pelvis against her crotch. Wony couldn't moan because of the way you squeezed her throat, but just by seeing her pretty face reduced to grimaces of pleasure and her eyes rolled back, you knew you were fucking her so well you were melting her brains out.
You suddenly let go of her throat and slapped her sharply across the right cheek. Wony managed to react with a grunt that mixed with a whimper.
"This hard, baby?" you gasped, groping one of her tits over her crop top. "Do you like me fucking you this hard?"
"I fucking love it, fuck!" she squealed, letting her back fall against the desk with her hand on her head. "Keep going, daddy, I fucking beg you!"
You placed your hands on her thighs and pressed them together, then pushed them against her body, the soles of her boots now facing your face. At that angle, you fucked her hard and fast until you felt her thighs tense and tremble beneath your fingers. You knew she had come, but she was holding back her spasms. You caught the message and kept thrusting like an animal.
"Oh my godddd!!" Wony whimpered, and peeking over to look at her, you noticed tears pooling in her eyes that soon fell onto the desk. "Daddy fuckkk!!"
Wony slammed the glass beneath her—in a rather dangerous manner—and exploded into a second consecutive orgasm which now came with a little surprise. You had to pull out of her so she could squirt to her heart's content, a couple of strong jets that soaked the carpeted floor.
"Good fucking girl," you grunted, hornier than a son of a bitch, and gave her pussy a hard slap before going back inside.
Once again pounding her pussy like a madman, Wony was forced to take off her hat for a moment and cover her face with it so she could scream in pleasure. Your frantic thrusts into her soaked pussy soon translated into the approach of your climax, so when you felt close, you pulled out of her and  quickly masturbated until you came.
"Ughh!!" You groaned against your clenched teeth, shooting jets of hot cum onto her pussy, her thigh, and her rolled-up skirt.
You took a step back, and Wony quickly got off the desk to kneel in front of you, taking your cock into her mouth without you having to ask. She sucked you clean, catching the drops of cum that kept coming out, and then pulled you out to look at you with her tongue out, showing you the small pool of fluid inside her before swallowing it.
"Why did you cum outside, daddy?" Wony asked, her hand stroking your cock with gentle pumps. "I was waiting for that hot load inside me."
"Because I wanted to see you covered in that outfit," you replied, panting. "And it was totally worth it."
"Mmm, that's understandable," Wony placed wet kisses with her gorgeous lips all over your cock, keeping it hard. "Aren't you craving something?"
"Oh, of course I do."
You moved away from her and took a few steps back, sitting on the single sofa in front of the bed, your back resting on the comfortable cushion and your arms on the wide armrests.
"Come ride me, cowgirl," you said, running your hand down your cock to tease her.
Wony bit her lower lip and looked into your eyes as she stood up.
"Yes, daddy..." she purred, walking toward you.
In front of you and between your legs, she put the hat on and adjusted it around her head, leaving the front brim lower. Then she climbed onto the sofa with you, and after positioning her thighs on either side of your body, she took your cock in one hand and lowered her hips, completely impaling herself on it.
"Mmm," Wony moaned, her ass pressed against your pelvis, her hands resting on your shoulders before sliding them under your jawline. "Would it be too corny if I said yeehaw?"
A chuckle escaped you before you pulled her down to plant kisses on her chin.
"A little," you replied, placing your hands on her ass to move her up and down on your cock. "Just bounce on that cock, baby."
Wony giggled and gently squeezed your neck with her hands before moving her hips up and down on her own, with deep, increasingly frantic movements.
You sank down a little in the seat so you were lower to her and placed your hands on her waist just to admire her. She looked hypnotically fucking hot and gorgeous, one hand on her hat and the other between your pecs; her brow furrowed, twisted with pleasure, and her pretty, full lips parted, letting out increasingly loud moans. You were going nothing but absolutely feral for her.
Wony bounced on your cock like a proper good cowgirl for a few long, delicious seconds, during which you were delighted to be reduced to just a mount for her.
"Fuck daddy your cock feels so good!" Wony squealed, planting her feet on the couch seat and starting to squat on your cock. "I'm gonna fucking cum all over it again!"
You relaxed and let the magic happen on its own. Wony moved her hands up your chest until her fingers creased the collar of your sweater. She started bouncing harder, roughly slamming her ass against you, until she came with a sudden downward thrust.
"Mmmmgh!!" Wony whimpered, straddling you again and grinding against you as her lower body shook.
Your girlfriend slumped down onto you and crashed her lips against yours, the brim of her hat obscuring your view. You wrapped your arms around her and pulled her against you, sharing a sloppy, messy kiss.
"Now looking over there," you murmured against her lips. "I want to see that ass bounce on my cock."
"Mmm," Wony kissed your lips some more. "Anything you say daddy. I'm a good girl, remember?"
Wony climbed off you and stood between your knees. She turned around and made sure her skirt was wrapped tightly around her waist before impaling herself back on your cock. Your hands went straight to her ass, squeezing it as she started bouncing on you again, hands on your knees.
"Bounce hard, baby, bounce hard," you growled, and when she obeyed and sped up, you slapped her ass hard a couple of times. "Good fucking girl."
The hat had done its job for the moment, so you took it off her and threw it to the floor, just so you could grab a handful of her hair and pull it back. Wony screamed in pleasure and dug her nails into your knees, the sound of her ass against your pelvis reverberating through the room. You slapped her ass until it was red hot, and Wony responded with the fastest bounces you could remember from her.
"I'm gonna...! I'm gonna...!" Wony stifled a squeal in her throat and lifted her hips off your cock to squirt all over it, her thighs trembling as if they might explode at any moment.
Your entire lap, especially your cock, was now soaked with her fluids, also wetting the linen seat beneath you. At that moment, you were immensely proud of the fact that you  made her discover she could do that a couple of months ago.
"To bed, sweetheart," you said, caressing the two tomatoes she had for buttocks.
Wony, still breathless, went to lie down on her back on the bed, near the bottom edge. You stood up, moved the couch with your knee to the left to make room, and stood in front of her.
"Spread," you ordered, and Wony opened her trembling legs wide, propped up on her elbows. She rubbed her clit gently.
"Aren't you going to keep fucking me, daddy?" She asked, watching your hand move over your cock.
"Not yet," you said. "I want to see if you can make yourself cum better than me."
"That's nonsense, of course you..."
"Do it," you insisted, looking her straight in the eyes.
Wony held your gaze for a moment, and after realizing you were serious, she bit her lower lip and circled her clit a little faster.
"Like this, daddy?" she asked. You nodded. "Can I go faster?"
"You won't do anything I don't tell you to," you said. "And don't take your eyes off me."
"Okay..." Wony moaned softly, her eyes boring into yours. "I love when you order me around, daddy."
"I know, I knew that when you were my maid for a day," you smirked. "You'd go with your pussy soaking wet wherever I sent you."
"It's not my fault you're that fucking hot."
"Thanks," you said flatly. "Now put a finger inside but don't stop rubbing your clit, slut."
"Yes daddy," Wony nodded with a moan.
Your girlfriend continued rubbing her clit with her right hand and used the middle finger of her left hand to push it inside her pussy.
"Pump slowly..." you said, looking at her pussy as she looked at you. "Good girl, now add another finger inside and go faster."
Wony complied with each command, now letting out cute whimpers of pure pleasure. Her middle and ring fingers pumped steadily in and out of her pussy, and the circles with her other hand on her clit were messier.
"Wait a minute, don't stop."
You turned around and looked at the floor, picked up her panties, and got into bed. You went behind her and sat with your knees apart, letting her rest her head in your lap next to your cock. She made a move to bring her mouth closer to kiss it, but you put your hand in the way.
"I didn't tell you you could do that," you said. "Open your mouth."
Wony did, and you shoved her own rolled-up panties inside. She moaned, gagged against them.
"Good girl..." you whispered, running your hands down the sides of her face before slapping her face, making her squeal against her panties. "Another finger. But now go slow."
Your girlfriend added her index finger inside her pussy and reluctantly slowed the pace with both hands, staring at you with teary eyes.
"Rub faster, but keep pumping your fingers slowly..." you murmured in a low, husky voice. "Good girl... now go as fast as you want. But don't you dare cum."
Wony's chest rose and fell violently, her desperate moans muffled against her panties. You had her waiting for a while. For you it was only a couple of minutes, but for her it was perhaps hours and hours of torture, her only way of pleading with you was through her tear-filled eyes. Despite that, she continued to move both of her hands at a frantic pace.
"You want to cum so bad, huh?" you asked, cradling her face with both hands. Wony nodded desperately. "Promise to give me a huge squirt when you do?" Wony nodded again, faster. "Alrigh… then cum."
As soon as you said that, Wony unleashed herself, arching her back as if she were being exorcised before pulling out her fingers and cumming with a primal grunt that she muffled against the panties inside her mouth. The squirt shot violently upward, followed by smaller, less intense streams. It was enough to leave a nice puddle on the floor and also soak the sheets on that side.
You pulled the panties from her mouth as she continued to spasm and wrapped them around the base of your cock. Your reward for her was to grab her hair and force her to take you into her mouth. She moaned and sucked you eagerly, spitting saliva on your shaft and slurping it back.
"So?" Wony asked after pulling out with a pop, licking the underside and side of your shaft. "Conclusions, daddy?"
"That I can still make you cum better," you replied. "You only came that hard because you love me controlling you like a doll."
"Mmm..." Wony placed kisses on your balls, drunk with lust. "You're absolutely right. Are you going to give me that hot load inside now?"
"I can't deny such a good girl something like that."
You carefully moved out from behind her and replaced your lap with a pillow for her head. Then you took off your sweater, knelt between her legs, and spat on her pussy before going back inside.
Wony moaned loudly and welcomed your lips as you slumped forward and kissed her. As you began to pump your hips and return to the intense rhythm you were in, you took hold of your girlfriend's wrists and held them above her head, taking complete control of her and the kiss.
Soon you shifted your kisses to the rest of her face, tracing a contour along her jaw and chin before moving down to her neck, where you sank your teeth more out of carnal instinct than anything else. Wony scratched your back at the feeling and pushed your head down, begging for more. You then bit more areas of her neck, leaving red, spit-soaked marks.
Your girlfriend soon came on your cock. You slowed down for only a moment, until you pulled out of her and made her roll over onto her hands and knees. Wony hugged the pillow beneath her, pressed her chest to the bed, and raised her ass for you to return inside her.
"Are you gonna fill me, daddy?" Wony whimpered, clutching the pillow as you fucked her from behind. "Please fill me... I've been wanting it all damn day since I saw you being so fucking handsome in front of everyone, mmmgh!"
It seemed that memory alone had made enough of a dent in her, because as soon as she said that, she came again. But you kept going, hands on her waist as you slammed your pelvis against your girlfriend's ass. More slaps rained down on her buttocks, making her bury her face in the pillow and scream against it.
Your climax hit you out of nowhere. You were so overwhelmed by her squeals of pleasure, the feel of her pussy clenching around your shaft, the wet sounds, and how hot she looked being railed in that outfit, that you didn't even realize you were about to cum.
One strong thrust forward was enough to send you straight over the edge.
"Mmmgh fuck!!" you groaned, squeezing her buttocks with your fingers as you sent spurt after spurt of hot cum into that silky, tight, wet pussy. "Fucking take it all, bitch."
Wony lifted her head from the pillow and looked at you over her shoulder, biting her lip with her eyebrows raised.
"That's a lot, daddy..." she moaned. "You were really looking forward to it, huh? I melted your brains so much at the show?"
"Better shut up," you gasped, still balls deep inside her. "Next time I'll kiss you for the whole world to see."
"That has to be seen to be believed," Wony smirked and leaned her face into the pillow.
You pulled out of her and let your cum spill through her folds and fall onto the sheets.
Then you got mushy, completely ignoring the fact that you had just called her a bitch.
You placed affectionate kisses on her ass first, then on her lower back, and then you lay down next to her to kiss her shoulder, her back, and meet her lips.
"I love you, you know?" you said, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"I love you too, my sweet boy..." Wony snuggled up to you so you could wrap your arm around her. "I missed you so much..."
You kissed her forehead and closed your eyes, choosing not to say anything else and just enjoy the peaceful silence, caressing your hand all over her back. Wony hugged you, one leg resting on your hip and her head between your neck and shoulder. Both of you glued together by sweat and each other's body heat. The bed was a mess and stained everywhere, but you didn't care.
"Do you want lunch now?" you asked her after a couple of minutes, your voice low so as not to disturb the peace.
"Mhm," Wony nodded, her hand on your chest. She looked quite comfortable; if you hadn't spoken, she probably would have fallen asleep.
"I think we need to clean up first," you sighed, raising your head to see the mess in the room. "I'm not letting room service walk in like that."
"You can just have them stand at the door and get you everything you need."
"Including a fresh set of sheets."
"Including a fresh set of sheets," Wony agreed.
"Okay, get off me then," you patted her on the back, and Wony reluctantly let go. "And take off your boots already, there's dirt on the bed."
Wony obeyed as you stood up and walked naked across the room, looking for the water bottle on one of the shelves to drink from. Then you put on your boxers and went straight to the phone to order both lunch and a fresh set of sheets. You also asked for a mop and something to remove stains, because there was no way you were going to leave the floor covered in squirt stains for some poor devil to clean up later.
"Do you want me to get you something to wear?" you asked, rummaging through your suitcase. You'd already ordered everything from room service.
"No, honey," Wony replied, looking at you from the bed with her face half buried in the pillow. "I'll call someone to get my backpack. What you can do is give me some wet wipes."
"Gotcha."
You hurried to your backpack, pulled out the pack of wet wipes, and took one out. Wony made a move to grab the pack, but you snatched it out of her reach.
"Nuh-uh," you shook your head. "Let me clean you up."
Wony giggled and reached for it again. You placed your fingers on her scalp and pushed her away.
"Babe!" Wony protested, laughing. "You don't have to do that."
"Shut up," you said, starting to clean her legs.
"Okay," Wony resigned herself, staying still for you to clean her.
You straddled her torso and leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose.
"Are you going to take off your makeup?" you asked, holding a wet wipe.
Wony looked into your eyes and nodded, a small smile on her lips. You then carefully began wiping wet wipes all over her face, as gentle as if treating a porcelain doll. Inevitably, you gave her little kisses every few seconds, like a kind of seal after cleaning each area. In the end, only her gorgeous, perfect, bare face remained, and you kissed her multiple times on the lips.
"The least I can get in return is that you let me wash you in the shower later, right?" Wony asked, cupping your face. You were staring at each other closely.
"Bet," you smiled.
Wony rolled her eyes and chuckled.
"I should have made it harder than that."
A couple of knocks on the door made you both turn around. Knowing you were about to stand up, Wony gave you a peck and let you go to the door. After glancing at the door and confirming through the fisheye lens that it was room service, you hurriedly put on some sweatpants and a loose T-shirt before opening it.
"Bonjour," you greeted with a smile. "Oui, waitez un moment là, si vous plaît."
The first thing you brought into the room was the rolling table with the plates of food: cold pasta with truffle oil, fruit, whole wheat bread, and apple juice. Then you picked up the sheet set and went to leave them on the bed. And finally, you grabbed the cleaning supplies they'd brought, cleaned the stains on the floor as quickly as you could, and handed them back.
"Merci pour votre patience," you said to the group of workers who'd come, giving each of them a 500-euro bill. "Bon après-midi."
Room service left, and you closed the door to return to Wony, who had already stood up and was removing the dirty sheets. She stopped to look at you.
"Do you speak French too?" she asked.
"A little," you went to help her.
Wony brought her hand to her mouth and squealed excitedly, crumpling the dirty sheets into a ball before throwing them on the floor.
"My god you're so hot," she said, and you couldn't help but laugh and blush.
"Hurry up, I'm hungry, woman," you said.
Wony and you put on the new set of sheets in a jiffy, leaving the bed spotless.
"Don't even think we're going to eat there," you said quickly. "I'm not going to stain those sheets either."
Another knock on the door prevented Wony from answering. You went to see who it was. On the other side of the door was an Asian woman with a backpack on her back. Her manager.
"Oh, it's for you."
You went back down the hallway and let Wony pick up her backpack. Behind you, you heard her having a small argument with her manager, and you played dumb as you collected the plates from the rolling table and carried them to the left side of the bed, to the floor in front of the glass door that led to the balcony.
A short time later, Wony closed the door and returned to the room. She frowned when she saw you sitting on the floor with your back against the wall and the plates arranged in front of you.
"Why on the floor?" your girlfriend asked, undressing.
"Why not?" you replied, mustering up the willpower not to stare at her tits as she took off her top.
"Well, if you insist," Wony shrugged, and when she put on some short athletic shorts and her pink sweater, she sat down across from you. "Bon appétit, my love." She blew you a kiss.
"Bon appétit, baby," you blew her a kiss back.
Then you started eating, with the evening lights of Paris slowly fading as the sun went down. The silence was present, but it wasn't awkward by any means. It was the kind of silence of two people who were happy and content just to be near each other. You laughed every so often at whatever silly thing you showed each other on your phones, and you also popped pieces of fruit into your mouths.
After a while, Wony stopped eating to search for something on her phone, and soon you heard your voice over the speaker. It was you on stream.
"Ahhh! There's no way you're watching that right in front of me!" you protested through your laughter. The stream was one of your reactions to an album.
"Why not?" Wony laughed, staring at her phone screen. "This shit is fucking nuts, I swear to God," she mimicked you in a mocking tone.
"Oh my god, I'm going to jump off the balcony," you looked down and pushed her with your foot.
Wony laughed even louder and turned off her phone, leaving it face down beside her.
"Okay, I stopped, crybaby," Wony said. "Tell me something then, how did you feel when Sydney Sweeney spoke to you?"
You stared into space and brought a piece of bread to your mouth, remembering the DM she'd sent you just earlier.
"I thought you were going to make it easier for me than that."
"I don't make it easy for anyone, babe."
"I almost had a stroke."
"Almost?" Wony raised her eyebrows. "I saw you in the distance, still like you'd seen the devil himself."
You sighed.
"Because I did. It's like you'd met Ian Somerhalder."
"I'd fall on my ass."
"Exactly."
"And what did she say?"
"She said she really liked the content I made with Prada, and that she admired me for having the courage to be myself while doing it."
"Nothing else?"
"What else do you expect?"
Wony shrugged.
"I don't know. Didn't she ask for your number?"
You burst out laughing. Hell, it was worse than that.
"No, baby. She didn't do it. It doesn't work that way."
"You're handsome enough that she could have done it," she shifted her gaze to the tree in front of your balcony. "I'm just asking."
"Are you jealous?" you asked, amused.
"No," Wony replied flatly.
You laughed and picked up the empty plates to move them to the side. You leaned toward her with your hands flat on the ground and peppered the side of her face with kisses.
"Don't be like that, my sweet princess with attitude," you murmured, softening her until you got a smile out of her. "Are you full or do you want me to order something else to eat?"
"No, honey, I'm already satisfied," she turned her face and gave you a peck on the lips. "I want to take a nap."
"Let's take a nap then."
You picked up the plates and stood up to carry them to the rolling table. Wony went to get into bed, and after you drank some more apple juice, you took your copy of Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment out of your backpack and got into bed with her. You sat on her left side, with your back against the backrest, ready to read for a while.
"Would you mind?" Wony said from your left, and made you raise your elbows so she could lie on your lap, curl up, and close her eyes. You put your hand on her head, and as you read, you ruffled her hair until she fell asleep.
After an hour passed and seeing her so peacefully asleep, you felt like sleeping too, so you placed the book on the nightstand to your right, made her settle in next to you, and hugged her from behind, snuggling her against you, your nose buried in the hair on her neck. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep too.
The aforementioned "nap" turned out to be a solid slumber that lasted until 9:00 p.m.
The room was bathed in a warm, dim light, thanks to the nightlight you assumed she'd recently turned on before continuing to sleep with you. Outside the garden was already dark, illuminated by lamps and the windows of the other rooms. You were the first to wake up, gently caressing Wony's thigh with your fingertips until she woke up too.
"Fuck... what time is it?" she asked sleepily, lifting her head from your arm.
"9:12 p.m.," you replied, after checking the time on your phone.
"I think we went a bit far," Wony yawned.
"A little. Thank goodness we don't have anything to do."
You cradled Wony's face in your hands and gently pulled her in for a soft, slow kiss. Wony straddled you so you could wrap your arms around her, while she caressed your chest. She broke the kiss a long moment later.
"Shall we take that shower?" she asked against your lips, caressing your cheekbones with her thumbs.
"And then dinner?" you asked back.
"Are you hungry so fast?" Wony giggled.
"I'm always hungry after I sleep."
"Okay, let's go then," Wony nodded, and kissed the tip of your nose before standing up.
You stayed in bed for a few minutes, scrolling through your phone. It was full of texts, Rina and Sohyun among them. You ignored it for the time being. Wony called you from the bathroom, and you went with her to find her naked in the shower, her hair tied back in a high bun.
"Come here, baby," she said, turning on the water. "Your girl needs to wash you."
It was kind of pathetic how stupidly fast you undressed and jumped in the shower with her.
When you left the bathroom, Wony stayed behind to do her skincare routine and you went back to get dressed. It was almost 10:30, so you went to order dinner. Room service arrived another half hour later with the dishes, leaving a rolling table and taking the empty one away.
"What did you order, honey?" Wony asked, coming out of the bathroom while combing her hair. She was wrapped in a bathrobe.
You opened the plates one by one.
"Roasted venison loin with celeriac purée and confit shallots, chestnut crémeux with wheat crumble and pear juice."
"Mmm!" Wony clapped her hands in excitement. "Delicious!"
"I'll put everything on the balcony, okay?" you said. "Get dressed or you'll freeze to death out there."
"Yeah!"
You went out onto the balcony and placed the plates and glasses on the small table, turned on the lights in there, and sat down on one of the chairs. Wony came out a short time later, dressed in sweatpants and one of your hoodies.
She may have said she wasn't as hungry as you, but she devoured her food even faster than you could have. A five-minute gap separated the time it took her and yours.
"Was it delicious?" you asked with a hint of sarcasm, sipping on some pear juice.
"Oh gosh, so much," Wony sighed, slumped in her seat with her head hanging off her shoulder.
You both took out your phones and checked them in silence. Then you looked up at the night sky and the quiet garden at that hour of midnight.
Then something occurred to you.
"Honey, do you want to do something crazy?" you asked, breaking the silence.
Wony raised her head and looked at you silently, analyzing you.
"What?"
"Let's go for a walk."
"A walk?" Wony chuckled.
"It's midnight and it's a weekday. At this time there shouldn't be a soul on the street," you pointed out.
"Really?" Wony looked to the side, thinking it over.
"Really," you nodded. "Besides, we can go out well covered since it's cold. Even if there's someone around, no one will know who we are."
Wony thought about it for a while longer.
"I'm in."
"Yes!" you fist-pumped and jumped up from your chair. Wony giggled.
"Do you have a wool hat I could borrow?"
"Yes, yes, whatever you want."
You quickly went inside, Wony following you, and rummaged through your luggage until you found two wool hats. The Philadelphia Eagles one would be for you, and the one with the Umbreon eyes would be for her. You also took out a black face mask that you always carried just in case; Wony had one just like it.
Fifteen minutes later, you were walking down the hotel stairs. You were wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled over the wool hat, an open puffy North Face jacket over it, black and white plaid pajama pants, and sneakers. Wony was wearing baggy pants, a long puffy jacket, a scarf, and the wool hat you had given her. Both of you were wearing your respective masks.
No one recognized you in the lobby, much less with the clothes you were wearing. You were just another couple holding hands leaving the hotel.
Outside, the cold hit your faces. You checked your phone to see the temperature: 4 freaking degrees.
"Damn, I'm freezing anyway," Wony complained, shoving her free hand into her coat pocket.
"Yeah, well, that usually happens, honey," you said, squeezing her hand with yours, your fingers intertwined. "So, where do you want to go?"
"Huh?" Wony turned to look at you, frowning. "Why are you asking me that?"
"I don't know, don't you have some place in Paris you'd like to see that you haven't already?"
"I don't know," Wony shrugged. "I've already seen the Eiffel Tower."
"Fuck the Eiffel Tower, have you seen the Champs-Élysées?"
"No...?"
"The Louvre?"
"No."
"And the Pont des Arts?"
"The Love Lock Bridge?"
"It's not called that anymore; they removed all the locks because the bridge could literally fall down. But yes."
"No, I haven't been."
"Okay, let's walk."
You and Wony walked away from the hotel along Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré, passing luxury storefronts and closed fashion boutiques. The cold streets were deserted, just as you'd predicted, with the occasional person walking around smoking a cigarette and the occasional car. It was understandable, with the sky so overcast and the temperature so low. You must have been part of the 1% who walked around giggling like idiots.
After the Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré, you crossed to Avenue Matignon, and then to the Jardin des Champs-Élysées, where you slowed down to take a good look at everything there, from the Fontaine du Cirque to the Théâtre Marigny. Before leaving, you sat on a bench to rest.
"God, I want some coffee," Wony said, warming her hands with her breath. You were on a straight, wide path, littered with fallen leaves from the trees that lined it on both sides and lit by warm streetlights. "Don't you?"
"It would be fucking great," you nodded, your hands in your jacket pockets. "The thing is everything must be closed at this hour."
"I don't think everything, something must be open," Wony said, looking from side to side. "Do you think it's a bad idea to upload the photos I've been taking?"
"Did you tell your manager about this?" You asked, looking at Maps on your phone since, thankfully, you didn't know Paris like you did some city in Italy.
"Uh... no? She wouldn't have let me."
"Then definitely not. We're on a getaway, babe."
"What are you looking at?" Wony peeked at your phone too.
"The damn road we should take. Do you want us to get lost?"
"Oh shit, we're too far."
"We'll get an Uber back, baby."
"It's still a walk there," Wony scrolled through the app to the Pont des Arts. You were about half an hour away. "Sheesh."
"Time will go by fast," you stood up. "Come on, put those gorgeous legs to work, sweetie."
"Legs that still hurt because someone made me cum eight times a few hours ago?" Wony stood up from the bench and took your hand, interlacing your fingers.
You shrugged.
"Someone was asking for it."
When you left the Champs-Élysées the next stop was the Tuileries Garden, but it was closed, so you had to go around it on the eastern side. From there, you crossed the Pont Royal, and on the other side of the Seine, miraculously, you found a Carrefour Express open where you could buy hot coffee, which you carried the rest of the way.
Five minutes later, you arrived at your destination. The Pont des Arts looked strange without the thousands of padlocks on the railings, but that was more out of habit, because the reality was that it just looked cleaner and prettier, with the well-maintained wooden planks and the parapets where the padlocks used to be, painted with various colorful motifs.
As expected on a winter day like that at 2 in the morning, there was not a soul there. The only things that accompanied you were the dull light from the small white streetlights, the light from the Institut de France on the other side of the bridge, and the biting cold. Only the occasional policeman passed by from time to time.
You and Wony approached the parapet on your left to admire the tranquil river and the Pont Neuf in the distance, sipping the coffee left in your cups. After a few seconds, Wony snuggled up to you, and you slipped an arm around her back to hold her waist.
"You don't know how much I love this, baby..." Wony murmured, snuggling against you. "It's so beautiful. Thanks for bringing me here."
"Was it worth the walk?" you asked, half smiling.
Wony chuckled.
"Definitely."
"I love being here with you without anyone knowing. Literally no one. Your poor manager must be sleeping like a baby thinking you're with me in my room."
Wony just giggled and didn't respond immediately, staring at the reflections of the streetlights in the slow-moving river.
"Honey, can I tell you something?" Wony asked after a couple of minutes.
"Hm?" You looked away from the horizon and looked at her. "Sure, what?"
"Well..." Wony looked down to check her nails, something she did when she was anxious or nervous. "No, nothing, it's just something silly," she shook her head.
"Baby," you turned to her. "Tell me. If it came to your mind and you wanted to say it, it's not something silly."
Wony shook her head, still not looking at you.
"I don't want to ruin the moment, I really don't."
You crossed your arms and stared at her.
"It won't ruin it."
Wony took a deep breath and dropped her arms before looking straight ahead. Her gaze wandered between all the possible spots in the landscape.
"It's just... this makes me nervous," she finally said after a while.
"This?"
"I mean, not this," Wony gestured with her hand between the two of you. "But how good this is all making me feel."
You frowned and tilted your head, unable to understand where she was going with this. You didn't want to worry, but your stomach churned.
"And why is that a bad thing?"
"I didn't say it was bad. I said it makes me nervous," Wony paused before looking back down at her hands clasped around her belly. "I'm getting used to... you know, having you, talking to you all day, waiting for your texts, being the happiest person in the world with you." She bit her lower lip. "And... I don't know, I'm scared of how fulfilled I'm feeling. Making so many… beautiful memories with you. Because if one day you're not here..."
Wony's voice cracked, and her eyes quickly filled with tears. She brought her knuckles to her lips to hold them back. You just looked at her, somewhere between dismayed and deeply moved, with a lump in your throat that you managed to keep there.
"Honey..." you began quietly.
"It happened to me before, okay?" Wony said in a small voice, and no matter how hard she tried to hold back her tears, two rolled down her cheeks. "Not like this, but similar. Everything seemed so right... so perfect... he kept telling me how much he loved me and how much he liked me... and then he left me. He left me, that was it. He got bored of me."
You swallowed thickly and took a deep breath, still holding back the urge to cry so you could be strong enough for her. Damn that bastard.
"And I didn't even love him as much as I love you," she continued, wiping another tear with her sleeve. "That's exactly why it terrifies me. I don't want to go through that again. I couldn't bear it if you ever got tired of me and left me like he did. I…"
"Baby," you interrupted, taking one of her hands and squeezing it in yours, then bringing it to your lips to kiss her knuckles. "Look at me."
Wony looked at you, her eyes brimming with tears and a pout. Fuck, she really couldn't have looked that pretty crying.
"I understand the way you feel, but I can't promise you I won't fail. No one can," you cradled her face. "Fate takes many turns, and we often have no control over it. What I can promise you is that everything I feel for you is real, very real. And no one has ever, and I repeat, never, made me feel the way you do."
You wiped the tears that continued to flow down her soft cheeks with your thumbs and placed a small kiss on her forehead. She swallowed, trying to hold your gaze.
"All the pretty things I've ever said or done for you came from my heart, cause the love you've made me feel for you in such a short time is the most real, beautiful, and precious thing I have. So, the thought of whether we'll ever stop being together or not is irrelevant. The only thing that matters is that right now, you are the most beautiful thing life has ever given me, and I intend to make you feel that way for as long as life allows us. Is that clear?"
Wony's lip trembled before she leaned in to hug you and burst into tears, hiding her face in your neck. You just held her in your arms, choosing not to say anything else and letting her let it out.
"I love you soooo much," Wony said between sobs, clinging to you as if she wanted to prevent you from running away. "I love you, I love you, I love you. Thank you for coming into my life. Thank you for everything."
You waited for a minute to pass to respond, meditating on how you could propose to her as soon as possible without looking desperate.
"Well, actually you should thank Yujinie for that," you said with a quiet giggle. "It's thanks to her that we ended up sharing a room in Tokyo."
Wony couldn't help but laugh through her tears. Then she pulled away from you slightly to wipe her eyes with her sleeves, grabbing your face and crashing her lips against yours. You kissed, arms around each other, your mind completely lost in time, focused solely on showing how much affection you had for each other with that kiss.
What burst your bubble was the sound of slow jazz music in the distance, perfectly timed to make it seem like a movie. Wony and you laughed against each other's lips. You didn't know where the hell it was coming from; all you could see in the distance was a boat docking near the Saule Pleureur de la Pointe.
"Did he see us and play that music on purpose?" Wony asked, looking toward the boat.
"It's a possibility," you replied, smiling.
You paused for a moment, just enjoying the music, despite how distant and muffled it sounded. Some police officer must have told him to shut up, because soon after, you two returned to the same silence as before.
"Honey..." Wony looked at you. "I'm sorry for bringing that up. I just really needed to get it off my chest, and it's not something I've ever talked to anyone about."
"Not even with the girls?"
"I didn't want to worry them with it. They have enough to worry about with our schedules."
"I understand," you nodded. "But you don't have to apologize. I appreciate you feeling comfortable and safe enough with me to share it, honey."
Wony leaned in close to peck you on the lips.
"You know we have to get up really early later, right?" Wony asked. "It's going to be 2:30."
"What time does your flight leave?"
"Uh... 10 o'clock."
"We can get up at 7."
"Exactly, very early," Wony sighed. "But it's all for the sake of spending more time with you."
"Shall we go now?"
"Yes, please, my legs are killing me."
You took out your phone and ordered an Uber, which arrived in about ten minutes since the driver was a bit far away. Wony fell asleep on the way, her head on your shoulder and cuddled up with you. You had to wake her up five minutes before arriving at Le Bristol.
Climbing the stairs was like a fucking torture for her, as she was burdened by the double suffering of her aching legs and the accumulated sleep. You weren't much more energetic, but you still carried her up the last few steps until you reached your bedroom.
Inside, she hurriedly undressed until she was down to her underwear and hoodie, and after closing the glass door and turning off the light, you followed her in sweatpants and shirtless. You covered yourselves with the warm, puffy blankets and quickly hugged Wony, snuggling up against her chest so she could hug you with her arms and legs.
"I really liked it today, honey," Wony murmured after a while. She sounded more asleep than awake. In fact, she let out a long yawn right after. "You're everything I ever wanted in a boy... thank you."
You lifted your face from her neck to answer, but she had already fallen asleep, as quickly as usual. You had no choice but to stare at her face, hopelessly in love, until your eyes felt heavy too. 
Ten minutes later, you were both snuggled up and comfortably asleep.
It was a good thing you'd been used to getting up so early for a few days now, because if it had happened months ago, you probably would have wished you'd died the moment you opened your eyes and saw the sunlight filtering through the white curtains in your room.
You woke up first, with half of Wony's body on top of yours, her face nestled between your neck and chest, one leg draped over yours, and her breathing calm. You stayed still, not out of discomfort, but because you didn't want to disturb her apparent deep comfort.
Wony stirred slightly when you brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and gently tucked it behind her ear. She stretched her legs out under the covers soon after.
"Is it daylight yet?" she asked softly, her eyes still closed.
"Uh-huh," you nodded, placing small kisses all over her face.
"Mmm... I don't want to move." Wony hugged you tighter and moved her thigh up to your abdomen. You placed your hand on top and rubbed it up and down.
"I'll take care of waking you up, don't worry."
You slowly slid your hand down her thigh to her bare ass, slipping your hand under her panties so you could squeeze more of her buttock. Wony let out a deep breath and caressed your collarbone with her fingers. Then you began placing slow, wet kisses on her neck, until seconds later you slid a couple of fingers between her buttocks and reached her pussy.
"Baby..." Wony gasped as you slowly rubbed her clit. "Mmmm."
Wony lowered her hand from your chest and slid it down your abdomen, slipping it inside your sweatpants and boxers. There, she found your cock already hard, and she wrapped her fingers around it, slowly stroking it. Eventually, she opened her eyes and sought out your lips for a kiss.
At that moment you didn't feel the urgency or the deep, horny desire you had yesterday, so the kiss, like every small movement and caress, was slow, gentle, and careful. Wony soon pulled your cock out to stroke it with slow pumps, and it didn't take much longer for you to slide her panties off her legs so you could comfortably touch her pussy.
Moans began a few seconds later, low and prolonged, each against the other's lips as you kissed in a mixture of deep lust and delicate touch. You took off your sweatpants and boxers, and Wony removed her hoodie. Both of you were now completely naked under the sheets.
The rubbing and groping intensified as you turned to face her and wrapped both arms around her. Wony caressed your chest with her hand and your cock with the top of one of her thighs, and you ran your hands down her back to feel her soft skin beneath your fingertips.
The tip of your hard cock occasionally brushed against her wet pussy, and when you couldn't hold it in any longer, you spat into your hand, brought it to your shaft to lubricate it, and held her thigh over your torso to slowly guide it inside her.
Wony moaned against your lips and placed her hands on your breast as you began to fuck her with slow, deep movements, her pussy wrapping around you like a sleeve custom-designed for you. You placed a hand on her ass and squeezed it as you did so, placing kisses on her chin and moving down to her neck.
As you increased your speed a little, you were forced to remove the blanket from over your bodies, revealing your girlfriend's perfect, long, fleshy body. Her tits, bigger since she'd gained some weight over the past few months, looked too delicious for you not to taste, so you arched down and took one into your mouth.
"Oh fuck..." Wony moaned softly seconds later, when you'd already spit on one of her tits and were licking her nipple. "Let me suck your cock, baby."
You pulled out of her and lay on your back. Wony quickly straddled you, her calves trapping your arms underneath and her ass hovering just inches from your face. She slumped forward, and as she took you into her mouth, you darted your tongue out and began sucking on it.
Wony moaned around your cock, pumping its head with deep, swirling motions. She didn't skimp on her saliva, deliberately spitting it out and sucking it back in because she knew it drove you crazy. But you also pulled out your own tricks, sucking on her clit and licking it in circles for her.
You stayed like that for maybe two or three minutes, your arms wrapped around her torso and your hands squeezing her ass, and Wony caressing your thigh as she sucked you off without using her hands to help herself. It was Wony who decided to put the brakes on, only to turn around, adjust her thighs to the sides of your body, and impale herself on your cock.
As soon as her ass was resting against your pelvis, Wony dropped down to cup your face and kiss you, covering your face with her silky brown hair. She began to slowly move her hips up and down, taking every inch of your cock in and out with exquisite fluidity and awareness of her own movements.
"For God's sake..." you gasped. "I want to put a baby inside you so bad."
Wony moaned and gently bit your lower lip, moving her hips a little faster without being too rough.
"You can try, darling," she murmured back.
You pulled her off of you and made her turn her back to you, so you could press your chest and back together before returning inside her. Wony held onto your forearms as you wrapped your arms around her, one under her head and the other across her torso to cup her tits. You were as close as two people could get to each other, you were sure of that; you could feel every corner of her skin against yours, every delicious little part.
As the seconds passed, you used one hand to play with her tits and the other to her waist to pump harder and deeper, feeling very close to your climax. Wony moaned against your lips, louder and louder, her breathing increasingly labored. She was close too, but just to be sure, you slipped a hand between her legs to rub her pussy in the final moments.
"Are you going to leave a big seed inside my womb, baby?" Wony asked, cupping your face with one hand and looking into your eyes. You just nodded. "Yeah? Come on, then do it, my sweet boy... cum, cum."
With a sudden thrust deep inside her pussy, you exploded, and when Wony felt your cock throb and release hot cum inside her she reached her orgasm as well, intense and electrifying. You kissed and moaned against each other's lips, sharing small spasms until you left every drop inside her pussy and she stopped trembling.
Wony broke away from the kiss and stared into your eyes.
"Do you really want us to have a baby?" she asked softly.
"I love the idea of making you a mom," you replied, still balls deep inside her. "But I know it's not time."
"No, it isn't," Wony gently shook her head and peppered your face with gentle kisses. "But I don't mind the idea of carrying your baby either... who knows what might happen in the future?"
You giggled and kissed her again for a minute until you came out of her. Hardly a drop of semen escaped.
"Do you want to order breakfast?" you asked, placing kisses on her shoulders.
"Yes, but then I have to go, baby," Wony pouted.
"I know, I know, don't remind me," you sighed, and turned away from her to get dressed and go to the bathroom to wash your face.
After leaving the bathroom and brushing your teeth, Wony did the same while you ordered breakfast. About fifteen minutes later, you were already eating, and an hour later, Wony was already dressed, ready to meet her manager.
"How much longer will you be here in Europe?" Wony asked, hands on your shoulders.
"I'll be back in Milan tomorrow, and then I'll be there for another week," you replied, holding her waist as you placed pecks on her lips. "You'll be in Korea by the time I get back, right?"
"Mjum," Wony nodded, kissing you back. "Be a good boy, okay? Remember to eat, text me always, keep me updated, and don't stop loving me."
"I never could, and you know it." You smiled, and wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her into one last tight hug. "I love you, princess. Have a safe flight."
"I love you too, my sweet boy." Wony cupped your face and planted a few kisses on your lips before pulling away. "See you soon."
You opened the door for your girlfriend, and after a shared smile as she passed through the frame, she turned and started walking down the hall. 
You followed her with your eyes until she took the stairs and disappeared from your sight.
Then you went back to bed and curled up under the covers, to let the post-seeing-your-girlfriend blues consume you.
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D.A | Since I’ve Been Loving You
Male reader x IVE Wonyoung
Word count: 14k | Tags: fluff, smut, princess treatment as always for her
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"You're there right now, aren't you?" you asked your girlfriend, looking out at the streets of Paris through the window of the car Prada had sent to pick you up. Natalia was sitting in the passenger seat.
You had landed early in the morning, after a one-and-a-half-hour flight from Milan, exactly a week and half after your night with Rina and Gawon. Thank goodness she couldn't spend much time with you the next day and had to leave for Korea the day after, because if you were honest with yourself, you needed a little break from her to think about your feelings.
Staying alone in your city—with a night with Somi in between, which you certainly didn't turn down—helped you clear your head a lot. Several of those days were dedicated to work, whether it was going to meetings with sponsors, doing IRL, or regular streaming from the apartment you had rented. But it was just what you needed to stop thinking about the whole thing with Rina.
Who, by the way, you'd been ghosting. Not too much, but just enough. You'd get back to your usual chatting routine with her. Later, when you returned from Paris to Milan. Your intentions were to also have a serious conversation about your relationship, but you weren’t going to think about it for the moment.
Right now your priorities were different.
"Yeah," Wony answered on the other end of the line. She yawned right after. "I just woke up. Are you coming here yet?"
"I'm about fifteen minutes away, maybe less," you said. "Can we meet?"
"Well... yeah, right? We were going to do it without you even asking."
"I know I know, but right now. As soon as I get there."
"Oh, yeah! I think so. I'll let you know when you get here, okay? I have to talk to my manager."
"Great," you smiled like an idiot, causing Natalia to look at you mockingly. "I'm going to hang up, baby. I love you."
"I love you too, my sweet boy," Wony replied, and you heard a peck on the microphone. "See you in a bit."
You hung up and stared out the window for a while, entranced. When you looked back, Natalia was still staring at you.
"What?" you asked.
"That's how my older brother smiled before he married my sister-in-law."
You clicked your tongue, snorted, and looked back out the window, putting the headphones you had around your neck on to listen to your Michael Jackson playlist for the rest of the ride.
15 minutes later, you arrived at the Le Bristol Hotel, where Prada and Miu Miu were hosting their guests. This time, you didn't pull any strings to get a suite, not because you couldn't, but because you were already a pain in the ass for the brand with that kind of thing. On top of that, you didn't want to look like a snobby little brat. You'd settle for the deluxe room (with garden view, a huge plus) they'd booked for you, for which you were already more than grateful.
Upon going up and leaving your luggage scattered around the room, you unpacked only the essentials, let Wony know you'd arrived, and went to the bathroom to wash your face. While you were doing so, you received a notification on your phone: your girlfriend telling you to come down in about ten minutes, if possible.
After telling her you'd be there, you didn't even change your clothes and went straight down to the lobby, without waiting for the ten minutes to pass. You waited near the foot of the stairs that led in a semicircle to the upper floor, leaning your back against a tall, marble pillar.
While you waited you heard several people coming down, but instead of looking every second to see who it was, you decided to keep your eyes on your phone to act mysterious (you seemed autistic). It wasn't until someone tapped your shoulder that you looked up from the screen. 
"Honey, how many times do I have to tell you you're not Bruce Wayne?" Wony said, a mocking smirk on her face.
Your girlfriend was dressed in comfortable clothes, a half-lowered mask, sunglasses, and her hair tied back in a high bun; she looked rushed, probably on her way to get ready for the show later. Her manager and crew were nearby, at a safe distance to give you both privacy.
You laughed, took her hand, and pulled her towards you for the hug you'd been craving for weeks. Wony threw her arms around your neck and held onto you tightly, and you had one arm around her waist and the other across her back. Both of you were breathing in each other's scent as if it were aromatherapy. It wasn't the most subtle thing in the world, but you cared less than nothing.
"Hey, baby," you murmured, caressing her back, your face in her neck.
"Hey, darling," Wony murmured back, her voice small, caressing your shoulder and the back of your neck with her thumbs. "Did you sleep at all on the flight?"
"Nah, I didn't have enough time," you replied, and realizing you'd been hugging for about a minute, you released her from your arms. "And you? I think your eyes are still glued shut from sleep," you pointed at her sunglasses.
Wony took off her glasses, folded them, and placed them in her hand. Her pretty eyes and makeup-free face looked as angelic as ever.
"I'm just being mysterious," she replied, reaching up to fix the collar of your sweater. "I'm picking up habits from you."
You chuckled.
"Right. I just hope you don't pick up smoking cigarettes. I'd kick your ass."
"No way," she pouted in disgust. "You know the smell is awful, and the sooner you quit, the better."
"That's what I'm trying to do, baby. I only smoke one a day at most now."
"Mmm, that's good," Wony crossed her arms. "But I'm not going to congratulate you until it's zero instead of one."
"One step at a time, sweetheart," you made a gesture of cupping her face with your hand, but held back as a precaution. Her staff was too close, and you weren't the only ones in the lobby at that hour. "Fuck, I'd kiss you right now. I'm struggling."
"Nuh-uh," Wony shook her head, one eyebrow raised. "You wanted to meet right now. And we can't here."
"I know, I know. Just wait until we're alone later."
"Are you threatening me?"
"Kinda. I need you, girl," you stared into her eyes. "A lot."
Wony remained silent, staring at you. Her cheeks flushed.
"And I'll do everything I can to make you need me even more." Wony looked you up and down, lingering for a moment on your lips before returning to your eyes. "You're not ready, babe."
"Is the outfit too killer?"
Behind her, Wony's manager signaled, showing her her phone. She had to go. Wony stuck out her thumb, nodded, and looked back at you.
"You'll see for yourself later," Wony placed a small kiss on her fingers and then pressed them against your lips. "I love you, baby. See you at the show."
"Take care, darling," you winked at her as she returned to her staff. "Love you too."
With that and little else, Wony and her entire crew headed back up the stairs. You did the same a few minutes later, knowing you were going to have to go through the same preparation process she did before the show.
You had to mentally prepare for it. More cameras, more damned curbs full of people. And this time the damn walk from the moment you got out of the car to the Palais d'Iéna—where the show would take place—was going to be longer.
But you'd already had a taste of the experience before, and nothing was going to be worse than that first time.
It would be a piece of cake.
Right?
For the love of fucking God, how intimidating the damn place was, even more so than the Fondazione Prada.
The Palais wasn't a one-way street where people gathered farther away and more contained to the sides, but a semicircular space elevated above the street, with a broad esplanade that rose up to the Palais itself—a curved building with columns and large windows. There, people gathered in rows behind the circular plaza at the center, as well as along the lower streets that flanked and surrounded the space.
Basically, there were cameras under every fucking stone, great.
"Are you okay?" Natalia asked from beside you. She'd be the first to get out.
"Oh yeah, fucking awesome," you replied, between staring out the window and adjusting your outfit: a Shetland wool crew-neck sweater, a brandy-colored Nappa leather jacket, black wool pants, and ankle boots. It wasn't your usual style, but when they presented the proposal to you at the fitting, you couldn't resist giving it a try. "It's not at all nearly double the number of people than a week ago."
"Actually, I think there are more."
You glared at her.
"It was sarcasm, woman."
"Ah… well. Whatever you say. Hey, let's go." She patted you on the knee and hurried out of the car when it parked.
You had no choice but to follow her and get out as well, letting the cold air of that cloudy winter day in Paris wash over your face. Camera flashes immediately began to click in your direction, and you waved as you passed under the leafless trees that lined that side of the street. Your car pulled away behind you, leaving you alone with your bodyguard and Natalia.
Compared to last week, many more people recognized you this time and asked you to stop every now and then to pose for the cameras. There were also many people who asked you to come closer to sign things, which you did as you circled the small monument in the center of the circular plaza.
To your right, a couple more cars parked on the street. A guy you didn't even recognize got out of one, believing he was an absolute powerhouse who would steal all the spotlight (no one paid any attention to him).
But the most beautiful girl you ever saw in your god damn life got out of the other, making the crowd, and you, go crazy.
Your girlfriend was a cowgirl. A damn, fucking, cowgirl. Literally.
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You couldn't afford to stop and stare at her for several reasons, but with quick, covert glances, you saw everything you needed from her mindblowingly hot outfit: from her brown suede crop top, her matching short skirt—decorated with a belt made of metallic chains and silver appliqués—to her tall black boots with metallic buckles.
The best part, without a doubt, were the accessories: earrings and a necklace in the shape of brown and white flowers, a very western-inspired brown handbag, and of course, the wide-brimmed light-colored straw hat on her head, tilted slightly back to highlight her long, beautiful brown hair.
She was absolutely right: you weren't prepared at all, feeling little short circuits in your brain every time you laid eyes on her. She was also right that she would do everything in her power to make you want her even more, because as she walked, she exuberated an overwhelming aura of confidence, elegance, and beauty that was soaking into your damn bones.
You wanted to stay out there a little longer just to see her, but she was coming in your direction, and if she was by your side, you were sure you wouldn't resist and would want to talk to her, so you had to move quickly, following Natalia into the Palais and ignoring Wony for a moment.
Inside, Natalia and you met a Miu Miu staffer, who guided you to the space where the show would be held. Walking there, you were quickly starstruck by one of your biggest idols. ASAP Rocky was surrounded by a small group of people, and he was talking to someone you knew was part of the Puma team, a brand with which Rocky, like you, also collaborated.
You had some freedom to move around and talk to whoever you wanted while the Miu Miu girl made a few arrangements, but you weren't going to talk to Rocky at all. You didn't want to be a nuisance. Besides, there's no way he'd know who...
"Hey, that's the guy who filmed the campaign with the soccer club, right?" You heard a man speak. Definitely him. You'd recognize that voice anywhere. "AC Milan, right?"
You played dumb since he wasn't talking to you and stood a short distance away, also completely ignoring the fact that he'd said soccer and not football. Then you heard the Puma guy confirm his suspicions.
"Yo, Ezio!" Rocky called after you.
Jesus fucking Christ, there was no way that was happening.
You turned around and approached with hesitant steps.
"What's up!" You laughed nervously, standing a moderate distance away. "Oh my god, do you really know who I am?"
It was Rocky himself who closed the distance between you and offered you his hand for a shake.
"Yes sir," he nodded with a polite smile as you shook his hand. "I've seen your stuff, you know, the album reactions and shit. You dope. Really loved that GNX reaction."
"Uh..." You blinked a few times, completely stunned. "Shit, uhm, thanks man. I've had your albums on repeat since high school, I... appreciate it, a lot."
"For sure," he let go of your hand. "Aye, give me a sec so I can talk to my people, don't go."
Rocky stepped away from you and went to talk to someone on his team, returning shortly after.
"Wanna go to the listening party for my new record?" he asked. "I don't have an exact date, but you should be there man. I'd appreciate your honest thoughts."
Just then, Wony walked past you, and your eyes met for a moment that was enough to make you three times as nervous.
"Oh hell yeah," you nodded, successfully managing not to stutter or look like an idiot, hands clasped behind your back since you didn't know what the hell to do with your arms. "It would be a complete honor, man. Just tell me when and where."
"Cool man," he smiled. "Aye, I should get going."
"Yeah yeah, sure. Thanks again man. It means a lot."
"No problem," Rocky offered you his fist bump. "See ya man."
You bumped his fist, and Rocky, along with the rest of his team, continued leading the way for him to his seat, leaving you feeling like you'd experienced something you couldn't have even dreamed of years ago. The Miu Miu staff returned to you a minute later, and also escorted you to your seat, which was...
Next to Wony's.
She was already sitting in her chair, recording videos for some brands, so you weren't allowed to sit down until she was finished. It wasn't long tho; a couple of minutes later, with trembling hands, you were able to sat down next to her. You gulped and looked forward, a little bit awkward. What the hell were you going to do? Pretend you didn't know each other and never speak during the whole show? Say hello? Talk at length?
"Hi!" she greeted you with a cordial smile when you turned to meet her gaze.
"Hi, bab..." You pursed your lips and ground your teeth into the bottom one to keep the word from leaving your mouth. "Hi," you greeted her back, smiling back.
Wony placed her hand over her mouth so her lips wouldn't be read and leaned slightly toward you, fully aware that there would be cameras everywhere.
"Just so you know, I'm not going to pretend I don't know you," she said softly. "So stop that constipated face and talk to me."
A small chuckle escaped you and you looked at her as she corrected her posture again. The seats around you were gradually filling up. She was certainly losing interest in the fact that your relationship was supposed to be sacredly private, something you'd suspected since that time in the hotel in Seoul and now confirmed with the glances she gave you.
"You're craving a dispatch article and TikTok edits, huh?" you said, looking around. "Because you can be sure it won't be long."
"No one has any idea how long or how much we've known each other," Wony said. "We're just a girl and a boy talking."
"A girl and a boy almost the same age, good-looking, and glancing at each other. Not suspicious at all."
"Well, if you want, I'll not talk to you for the whole hour of the show."
"I didn't say that!" you protested, accidentally raising your voice a little too much. You quickly brought your hand to your mouth.
Wony giggled, and pulled a pack of gum out of her handbag to offer you one, without looking directly at you.
"Here, see if you cool off and relax, dear," she said.
You sighed and picked up a piece of gum, accidentally letting your fingers brush against hers. You didn't know if it was because of that, but just a few minutes later, several photographers approached you, wanting to take pictures of just the two of you. Together. Not separately. One of them was a Korean press outlet.
Just what you were missing: being on the cover of a Naver article. Fucking awesome. It wasn't going to be enough with all the TikToks, tweets, and the rest. It was going to be a whole mess.
But if you were honest with yourself, in a way, you were happy that this was happening. Pretending you didn't know her at all would have been a serious blow to your feelings, so you were going to let it all flow.
The show started about 10 minutes later, and you and Wony stopped talking to focus on the collection being modeled. About half an hour passed until Wony brought her hand to her mouth and leaned slightly toward you, her gaze straight ahead.
"On a scale of one to ten, how much do you want to fill me with cock compared to this morning?" She whispered to you in Korean, in case there were any gossips nearby who might be listening.
The question caught you completely off guard. You remained silent and stared into space, your heart racing in your chest. She was definitely not doing that in that place.
"Eleven," you replied, curt and quick to get the image out of your head. Wony just chuckled with her lips.
From then until the end of the show, Wony did her best to show how comfortable she was with you, brushing your knees together whenever she crossed her legs, leaning slightly toward you, and laughing at every silly thing you said. At one point, you squeezed your thigh, not because you were nervous, but because all you wanted was to hold her face and kiss her.
After a while of counting the minutes, the show finally ended and the chairs began to empty, with the guests leaving for their post-show activities and interviews. Wony was one of those people, guided by her own manager to another space where you later saw she was posing for Elle Korea.
Natalia agreed to wait for you near the exit so you could head back to the hotel, since you had nothing scheduled after that other than some photos for some magazines and Prada's social media. As you walked there, you greeted and talked to several people you'd already met, some executives, staffers, and models—nothing unusual.
Until you saw her. 
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
Was it her? You couldn't tell at first glance because of the sunglasses, but as you got closer and heard her voice, you confirmed it. She was your biggest fucking celebrity crush. Sydney fucking Sweeney. And you had to walk right past her if you wanted to get out of there.
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Even with your buttock muscles tense as hell, you prepared to walk with your eyes straight ahead. It was as easy as asking for a photo or just saying hello out of politeness, but you were so terrified that you just wanted to run as far away from her as possible. You thought you'd make it and that she wouldn't notice you, but she took off her sunglasses and fixed you with her eyes.
You almost peed your pants.
"Oh, Ezio, right?" Sydney said, stepping in your way.
She knew who you were too. What in the even fuck was going on that day? What was next? Tyler The Creator asking you to be Golf Wang’s next model?
"Uh... y-yeah, that's me," you nodded, stopping in front of her. Too close for your heart's sake, maybe.
Sydney smiled, her lips smooth and kind.
"I loved what you did for Prada last week. You have a natural talent for being, you know, genuinely entertaining," she said, her hands in front of her, holding her handbag. "And I think it takes courage to bring that kind of approach to something as serious as fashion. It was great, really."
You gulped and raised your eyebrows, struggling to find the right words. You were about to pee your damn pants, because she kept staring at you with those gorgeous blue eyes.
"Thanks, it was... well, it was weird for a lot of people," you chuckled. "Glad it landed somewhere."
"It landed, trust me," she smiled, then tilted her head, quickly looking you up and down. "By the way, you really don't… blink, right?"
You blinked and your mouth fell a bit open, broken by the ambiguous question.
"Uhm... What?"
"That's a compliment, honey," she said, already turning back to where she'd been looking before. "I should go. It was nice meeting you."
"Uh, yeah... sure," you nodded.
"Oh, what was your Instagram?" Sydney asked, turning around again. "I remember asking for it, but no one ever gave it to me."
Had she just... asked for your Instagram? No, the real question was: had she asked for it before? Huh? And she fucking called you honey.
"Just search for Ezio Leone and it'll appear... I think."
"Alright, cool. See you later," she smiled and winked at you before turning around and walking off.
She fucking winked at you. If you'd been Eddie Murphy in Meet Dave, your crew would probably be panicking and running around like crazy trying to fix the stroke you were having.
You stood there staring into space, hands in your pants pockets. It probably looked like you'd seen a ghost from the outside, but no, it was worse than that.
You were forced to move, not wanting to hinder the dense flow of people coming and going. Natalia was waiting for you outside. She called the driver, who arrived about five minutes later to take you back to the hotel.
The lobby was bustling with activity, with Miu Miu staff, assistants, and models milling around the lobby after arriving from the show. You went straight up to your room, just wanting to get away from all the hustle and bustle.
Already in the peace and quiet of your room, you took off your jacket and called room service to bring up a bottle of cognac and another of soda so you could pour yourself a drink, which you drank on the small balcony overlooking the garden.
You were leisurely scrolling through your phone, seeing comments and likes on your recent posts and Instagram stories until you received two notifications that caught your attention and nearly made you throw your phone into the garden.
Sydney hadn't just followed you back, she'd also sent you a DM.
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You meant to reply back, but your fucking hand was shaking and you didn't know how the fuck to react, so you just gave the message a heart reaction and put your phone back in your pocket, staring at a random tree while you drank the rest of the cognac.
What the fuck was going on? You'd lost count of how many times you'd asked yourself the same question all day.
A couple of knocks on the door brought you out of your stupor. You slipped into the room, left the glass on the desk in the corner, and went to answer it.
The person you met under the door made you instantly forget everything. Suddenly, no one else existed, just you and her.
"Hi, my sweet boy," Wony said, her head tilted and looking deep into your eyes, still dressed in the same outfit. The only thing she wasn't carrying was her handbag; her phone was loose in her hand.
You just stepped aside and let her in. Then you closed the door behind you, took the phone from her hand, threw it toward your bed, wrapped your arms around her, pulled her against your body and crashed your lips together.
Wony moaned and threw her arms around your neck, quickly tangling her fingers in strands of your hair and squeezing your shoulder with her other hand. You pressed her against the wall of the small hallway, your lips battling fiercely between heavy breaths as you squeezed her waist and the back of her neck.
"There was no need to ask me that in the middle of the show," you growled against her lips, and you hiked her skirt up to her waist to touch her slit with your fingers over her panties.
Wony moaned softly and dug her nails into your scalp, giving your lower lip a small bite.
"No, but it sure turned you on," she replied, reaching down to grab your cock over your pants. "Did you notice I took off my safety shorts before coming here?"
"That's very thoughtful of you, little slut," you placed small kisses on her lips, feeling the fabric of her panties wet beneath your fingertips. "You make my job easier."
You grabbed her waist, turned her around, and had her lean her hands against the wall. Then you dropped to your knees, wrapped her skirt around her waist, and with one swift pull, yanked the white panties she was wearing down her legs, with no intention of removing her boots. All you had left to do was spread her ass cheeks and sink your mouth between them to start eating her pussy with a rustic hunger.
"Oh fuck!" Wony moaned, arching her back and throwing her head back, one hand on her hat to keep it from falling off.
Eating that soft, wet pussy from behind after so long felt like finally tasting your favorite dish after centuries of not doing so. Your tongue worked in a desperate frenzy, up and down her folds while you massaged her lovely buttocks with your hands. Wony melted into moans, her thighs and knees trembling.
After a few long seconds of devouring her pussy, you stood up again and sucked on your middle and ring fingers with the sole intention of inserting them into her pussy, burying them until just the knuckles were out. Wony squealed, pursed her lips, and looked at you over her shoulder as you grabbed her waist with your free hand and began pumping your fingers.
The slow thrusts lasted only a moment, quickly replaced by a faster, more frantic rhythm, lacking care. Wony's pussy responded by tightening around your fingers, her folds wetting and making soft squelching sounds with each pump of your fingers. You kissed the nape of her neck and shoulders, the fingers of your other hand pressing into the flesh of her waist.
Wony reached back and grabbed the back of your neck, holding onto it as her hips bucked and her legs tensed. Your fingers soon fucked her harder and faster, your palm slamming against her buttocks until she squealed and came.
"Mmmgh yessss!!" Wony moaned, pushing her hips back against your fingers, her pussy dripping around them.
"I want to fuck you so damn hard," you growled, then bit her neck, sliding your other hand down her abdomen to gently rub her clit once her climax passed.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Wony replied, caressing your hair. "I can feel that juicy, hard cock under your pants. Fill me with it until I cry, daddy."
You didn't really need her to tell you that to do it, but it was the push you needed to scoop her up in one arm and walk with her to the desk, pull the chair aside, and place her ass on the edge of the glass surface. As she spread her legs wide, you quickly pulled down your pants and boxers to free your throbbing cock. Then, relying only on her natural lubrication, you took it inside her pussy with a single, rough thrust that made you both moan.
The sensation of being back inside your girlfriend's tight pussy felt heavenly. Too overwhelmingly good to believe you even deserved it. Wony leaned back and propped herself up on her elbows, her eyebrows raised and her mouth slightly open, momentarily paralyzed at the feel of you balls-deep inside her.
You brought her out of her trance when you began to move your hips back and forth, making sure she felt every inch of throbbing flesh going in and out. Moments later, you grabbed her thighs and went faster and faster, going from zero to one hundred in no time.
"Oh yes yes yes!" Wony squealed, rocked by your thrusts. "Hard, daddy, hard! Fuck that pretty wet pussy!"
You grunted and brought a hand to her neck over her necklace, not hesitating for a moment to squeeze hard with your fingers, making her moans reduce to faint, gasping sounds. Wony opened her mouth in a minute, her tongue stuck out, and you leaned forward to spit on her. It all fell on her tongue, but you also stained her chin and lips.
Soon the room began to reverberate with the intense, impetuous thrusts of your pelvis against her crotch. Wony couldn't moan because of the way you squeezed her throat, but just by seeing her pretty face reduced to grimaces of pleasure and her eyes rolled back, you knew you were fucking her so well you were melting her brains out.
You suddenly let go of her throat and slapped her sharply across the right cheek. Wony managed to react with a grunt that mixed with a whimper.
"This hard, baby?" you gasped, groping one of her tits over her crop top. "Do you like me fucking you this hard?"
"I fucking love it, fuck!" she squealed, letting her back fall against the desk with her hand on her head. "Keep going, daddy, I fucking beg you!"
You placed your hands on her thighs and pressed them together, then pushed them against her body, the soles of her boots now facing your face. At that angle, you fucked her hard and fast until you felt her thighs tense and tremble beneath your fingers. You knew she had come, but she was holding back her spasms. You caught the message and kept thrusting like an animal.
"Oh my godddd!!" Wony whimpered, and peeking over to look at her, you noticed tears pooling in her eyes that soon fell onto the desk. "Daddy fuckkk!!"
Wony slammed the glass beneath her—in a rather dangerous manner—and exploded into a second consecutive orgasm which now came with a little surprise. You had to pull out of her so she could squirt to her heart's content, a couple of strong jets that soaked the carpeted floor.
"Good fucking girl," you grunted, hornier than a son of a bitch, and gave her pussy a hard slap before going back inside.
Once again pounding her pussy like a madman, Wony was forced to take off her hat for a moment and cover her face with it so she could scream in pleasure. Your frantic thrusts into her soaked pussy soon translated into the approach of your climax, so when you felt close, you pulled out of her and  quickly masturbated until you came.
"Ughh!!" You groaned against your clenched teeth, shooting jets of hot cum onto her pussy, her thigh, and her rolled-up skirt.
You took a step back, and Wony quickly got off the desk to kneel in front of you, taking your cock into her mouth without you having to ask. She sucked you clean, catching the drops of cum that kept coming out, and then pulled you out to look at you with her tongue out, showing you the small pool of fluid inside her before swallowing it.
"Why did you cum outside, daddy?" Wony asked, her hand stroking your cock with gentle pumps. "I was waiting for that hot load inside me."
"Because I wanted to see you covered in that outfit," you replied, panting. "And it was totally worth it."
"Mmm, that's understandable," Wony placed wet kisses with her gorgeous lips all over your cock, keeping it hard. "Aren't you craving something?"
"Oh, of course I do."
You moved away from her and took a few steps back, sitting on the single sofa in front of the bed, your back resting on the comfortable cushion and your arms on the wide armrests.
"Come ride me, cowgirl," you said, running your hand down your cock to tease her.
Wony bit her lower lip and looked into your eyes as she stood up.
"Yes, daddy..." she purred, walking toward you.
In front of you and between your legs, she put the hat on and adjusted it around her head, leaving the front brim lower. Then she climbed onto the sofa with you, and after positioning her thighs on either side of your body, she took your cock in one hand and lowered her hips, completely impaling herself on it.
"Mmm," Wony moaned, her ass pressed against your pelvis, her hands resting on your shoulders before sliding them under your jawline. "Would it be too corny if I said yeehaw?"
A chuckle escaped you before you pulled her down to plant kisses on her chin.
"A little," you replied, placing your hands on her ass to move her up and down on your cock. "Just bounce on that cock, baby."
Wony giggled and gently squeezed your neck with her hands before moving her hips up and down on her own, with deep, increasingly frantic movements.
You sank down a little in the seat so you were lower to her and placed your hands on her waist just to admire her. She looked hypnotically fucking hot and gorgeous, one hand on her hat and the other between your pecs; her brow furrowed, twisted with pleasure, and her pretty, full lips parted, letting out increasingly loud moans. You were going nothing but absolutely feral for her.
Wony bounced on your cock like a proper good cowgirl for a few long, delicious seconds, during which you were delighted to be reduced to just a mount for her.
"Fuck daddy your cock feels so good!" Wony squealed, planting her feet on the couch seat and starting to squat on your cock. "I'm gonna fucking cum all over it again!"
You relaxed and let the magic happen on its own. Wony moved her hands up your chest until her fingers creased the collar of your sweater. She started bouncing harder, roughly slamming her ass against you, until she came with a sudden downward thrust.
"Mmmmgh!!" Wony whimpered, straddling you again and grinding against you as her lower body shook.
Your girlfriend slumped down onto you and crashed her lips against yours, the brim of her hat obscuring your view. You wrapped your arms around her and pulled her against you, sharing a sloppy, messy kiss.
"Now looking over there," you murmured against her lips. "I want to see that ass bounce on my cock."
"Mmm," Wony kissed your lips some more. "Anything you say daddy. I'm a good girl, remember?"
Wony climbed off you and stood between your knees. She turned around and made sure her skirt was wrapped tightly around her waist before impaling herself back on your cock. Your hands went straight to her ass, squeezing it as she started bouncing on you again, hands on your knees.
"Bounce hard, baby, bounce hard," you growled, and when she obeyed and sped up, you slapped her ass hard a couple of times. "Good fucking girl."
The hat had done its job for the moment, so you took it off her and threw it to the floor, just so you could grab a handful of her hair and pull it back. Wony screamed in pleasure and dug her nails into your knees, the sound of her ass against your pelvis reverberating through the room. You slapped her ass until it was red hot, and Wony responded with the fastest bounces you could remember from her.
"I'm gonna...! I'm gonna...!" Wony stifled a squeal in her throat and lifted her hips off your cock to squirt all over it, her thighs trembling as if they might explode at any moment.
Your entire lap, especially your cock, was now soaked with her fluids, also wetting the linen seat beneath you. At that moment, you were immensely proud of the fact that you  made her discover she could do that a couple of months ago.
"To bed, sweetheart," you said, caressing the two tomatoes she had for buttocks.
Wony, still breathless, went to lie down on her back on the bed, near the bottom edge. You stood up, moved the couch with your knee to the left to make room, and stood in front of her.
"Spread," you ordered, and Wony opened her trembling legs wide, propped up on her elbows. She rubbed her clit gently.
"Aren't you going to keep fucking me, daddy?" She asked, watching your hand move over your cock.
"Not yet," you said. "I want to see if you can make yourself cum better than me."
"That's nonsense, of course you..."
"Do it," you insisted, looking her straight in the eyes.
Wony held your gaze for a moment, and after realizing you were serious, she bit her lower lip and circled her clit a little faster.
"Like this, daddy?" she asked. You nodded. "Can I go faster?"
"You won't do anything I don't tell you to," you said. "And don't take your eyes off me."
"Okay..." Wony moaned softly, her eyes boring into yours. "I love when you order me around, daddy."
"I know, I knew that when you were my maid for a day," you smirked. "You'd go with your pussy soaking wet wherever I sent you."
"It's not my fault you're that fucking hot."
"Thanks," you said flatly. "Now put a finger inside but don't stop rubbing your clit, slut."
"Yes daddy," Wony nodded with a moan.
Your girlfriend continued rubbing her clit with her right hand and used the middle finger of her left hand to push it inside her pussy.
"Pump slowly..." you said, looking at her pussy as she looked at you. "Good girl, now add another finger inside and go faster."
Wony complied with each command, now letting out cute whimpers of pure pleasure. Her middle and ring fingers pumped steadily in and out of her pussy, and the circles with her other hand on her clit were messier.
"Wait a minute, don't stop."
You turned around and looked at the floor, picked up her panties, and got into bed. You went behind her and sat with your knees apart, letting her rest her head in your lap next to your cock. She made a move to bring her mouth closer to kiss it, but you put your hand in the way.
"I didn't tell you you could do that," you said. "Open your mouth."
Wony did, and you shoved her own rolled-up panties inside. She moaned, gagged against them.
"Good girl..." you whispered, running your hands down the sides of her face before slapping her face, making her squeal against her panties. "Another finger. But now go slow."
Your girlfriend added her index finger inside her pussy and reluctantly slowed the pace with both hands, staring at you with teary eyes.
"Rub faster, but keep pumping your fingers slowly..." you murmured in a low, husky voice. "Good girl... now go as fast as you want. But don't you dare cum."
Wony's chest rose and fell violently, her desperate moans muffled against her panties. You had her waiting for a while. For you it was only a couple of minutes, but for her it was perhaps hours and hours of torture, her only way of pleading with you was through her tear-filled eyes. Despite that, she continued to move both of her hands at a frantic pace.
"You want to cum so bad, huh?" you asked, cradling her face with both hands. Wony nodded desperately. "Promise to give me a huge squirt when you do?" Wony nodded again, faster. "Alrigh… then cum."
As soon as you said that, Wony unleashed herself, arching her back as if she were being exorcised before pulling out her fingers and cumming with a primal grunt that she muffled against the panties inside her mouth. The squirt shot violently upward, followed by smaller, less intense streams. It was enough to leave a nice puddle on the floor and also soak the sheets on that side.
You pulled the panties from her mouth as she continued to spasm and wrapped them around the base of your cock. Your reward for her was to grab her hair and force her to take you into her mouth. She moaned and sucked you eagerly, spitting saliva on your shaft and slurping it back.
"So?" Wony asked after pulling out with a pop, licking the underside and side of your shaft. "Conclusions, daddy?"
"That I can still make you cum better," you replied. "You only came that hard because you love me controlling you like a doll."
"Mmm..." Wony placed kisses on your balls, drunk with lust. "You're absolutely right. Are you going to give me that hot load inside now?"
"I can't deny such a good girl something like that."
You carefully moved out from behind her and replaced your lap with a pillow for her head. Then you took off your sweater, knelt between her legs, and spat on her pussy before going back inside.
Wony moaned loudly and welcomed your lips as you slumped forward and kissed her. As you began to pump your hips and return to the intense rhythm you were in, you took hold of your girlfriend's wrists and held them above her head, taking complete control of her and the kiss.
Soon you shifted your kisses to the rest of her face, tracing a contour along her jaw and chin before moving down to her neck, where you sank your teeth more out of carnal instinct than anything else. Wony scratched your back at the feeling and pushed your head down, begging for more. You then bit more areas of her neck, leaving red, spit-soaked marks.
Your girlfriend soon came on your cock. You slowed down for only a moment, until you pulled out of her and made her roll over onto her hands and knees. Wony hugged the pillow beneath her, pressed her chest to the bed, and raised her ass for you to return inside her.
"Are you gonna fill me, daddy?" Wony whimpered, clutching the pillow as you fucked her from behind. "Please fill me... I've been wanting it all damn day since I saw you being so fucking handsome in front of everyone, mmmgh!"
It seemed that memory alone had made enough of a dent in her, because as soon as she said that, she came again. But you kept going, hands on her waist as you slammed your pelvis against your girlfriend's ass. More slaps rained down on her buttocks, making her bury her face in the pillow and scream against it.
Your climax hit you out of nowhere. You were so overwhelmed by her squeals of pleasure, the feel of her pussy clenching around your shaft, the wet sounds, and how hot she looked being railed in that outfit, that you didn't even realize you were about to cum.
One strong thrust forward was enough to send you straight over the edge.
"Mmmgh fuck!!" you groaned, squeezing her buttocks with your fingers as you sent spurt after spurt of hot cum into that silky, tight, wet pussy. "Fucking take it all, bitch."
Wony lifted her head from the pillow and looked at you over her shoulder, biting her lip with her eyebrows raised.
"That's a lot, daddy..." she moaned. "You were really looking forward to it, huh? I melted your brains so much at the show?"
"Better shut up," you gasped, still balls deep inside her. "Next time I'll kiss you for the whole world to see."
"That has to be seen to be believed," Wony smirked and leaned her face into the pillow.
You pulled out of her and let your cum spill through her folds and fall onto the sheets.
Then you got mushy, completely ignoring the fact that you had just called her a bitch.
You placed affectionate kisses on her ass first, then on her lower back, and then you lay down next to her to kiss her shoulder, her back, and meet her lips.
"I love you, you know?" you said, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"I love you too, my sweet boy..." Wony snuggled up to you so you could wrap your arm around her. "I missed you so much..."
You kissed her forehead and closed your eyes, choosing not to say anything else and just enjoy the peaceful silence, caressing your hand all over her back. Wony hugged you, one leg resting on your hip and her head between your neck and shoulder. Both of you glued together by sweat and each other's body heat. The bed was a mess and stained everywhere, but you didn't care.
"Do you want lunch now?" you asked her after a couple of minutes, your voice low so as not to disturb the peace.
"Mhm," Wony nodded, her hand on your chest. She looked quite comfortable; if you hadn't spoken, she probably would have fallen asleep.
"I think we need to clean up first," you sighed, raising your head to see the mess in the room. "I'm not letting room service walk in like that."
"You can just have them stand at the door and get you everything you need."
"Including a fresh set of sheets."
"Including a fresh set of sheets," Wony agreed.
"Okay, get off me then," you patted her on the back, and Wony reluctantly let go. "And take off your boots already, there's dirt on the bed."
Wony obeyed as you stood up and walked naked across the room, looking for the water bottle on one of the shelves to drink from. Then you put on your boxers and went straight to the phone to order both lunch and a fresh set of sheets. You also asked for a mop and something to remove stains, because there was no way you were going to leave the floor covered in squirt stains for some poor devil to clean up later.
"Do you want me to get you something to wear?" you asked, rummaging through your suitcase. You'd already ordered everything from room service.
"No, honey," Wony replied, looking at you from the bed with her face half buried in the pillow. "I'll call someone to get my backpack. What you can do is give me some wet wipes."
"Gotcha."
You hurried to your backpack, pulled out the pack of wet wipes, and took one out. Wony made a move to grab the pack, but you snatched it out of her reach.
"Nuh-uh," you shook your head. "Let me clean you up."
Wony giggled and reached for it again. You placed your fingers on her scalp and pushed her away.
"Babe!" Wony protested, laughing. "You don't have to do that."
"Shut up," you said, starting to clean her legs.
"Okay," Wony resigned herself, staying still for you to clean her.
You straddled her torso and leaned in to kiss the tip of her nose.
"Are you going to take off your makeup?" you asked, holding a wet wipe.
Wony looked into your eyes and nodded, a small smile on her lips. You then carefully began wiping wet wipes all over her face, as gentle as if treating a porcelain doll. Inevitably, you gave her little kisses every few seconds, like a kind of seal after cleaning each area. In the end, only her gorgeous, perfect, bare face remained, and you kissed her multiple times on the lips.
"The least I can get in return is that you let me wash you in the shower later, right?" Wony asked, cupping your face. You were staring at each other closely.
"Bet," you smiled.
Wony rolled her eyes and chuckled.
"I should have made it harder than that."
A couple of knocks on the door made you both turn around. Knowing you were about to stand up, Wony gave you a peck and let you go to the door. After glancing at the door and confirming through the fisheye lens that it was room service, you hurriedly put on some sweatpants and a loose T-shirt before opening it.
"Bonjour," you greeted with a smile. "Oui, waitez un moment là, si vous plaît."
The first thing you brought into the room was the rolling table with the plates of food: cold pasta with truffle oil, fruit, whole wheat bread, and apple juice. Then you picked up the sheet set and went to leave them on the bed. And finally, you grabbed the cleaning supplies they'd brought, cleaned the stains on the floor as quickly as you could, and handed them back.
"Merci pour votre patience," you said to the group of workers who'd come, giving each of them a 500-euro bill. "Bon après-midi."
Room service left, and you closed the door to return to Wony, who had already stood up and was removing the dirty sheets. She stopped to look at you.
"Do you speak French too?" she asked.
"A little," you went to help her.
Wony brought her hand to her mouth and squealed excitedly, crumpling the dirty sheets into a ball before throwing them on the floor.
"My god you're so hot," she said, and you couldn't help but laugh and blush.
"Hurry up, I'm hungry, woman," you said.
Wony and you put on the new set of sheets in a jiffy, leaving the bed spotless.
"Don't even think we're going to eat there," you said quickly. "I'm not going to stain those sheets either."
Another knock on the door prevented Wony from answering. You went to see who it was. On the other side of the door was an Asian woman with a backpack on her back. Her manager.
"Oh, it's for you."
You went back down the hallway and let Wony pick up her backpack. Behind you, you heard her having a small argument with her manager, and you played dumb as you collected the plates from the rolling table and carried them to the left side of the bed, to the floor in front of the glass door that led to the balcony.
A short time later, Wony closed the door and returned to the room. She frowned when she saw you sitting on the floor with your back against the wall and the plates arranged in front of you.
"Why on the floor?" your girlfriend asked, undressing.
"Why not?" you replied, mustering up the willpower not to stare at her tits as she took off her top.
"Well, if you insist," Wony shrugged, and when she put on some short athletic shorts and her pink sweater, she sat down across from you. "Bon appétit, my love." She blew you a kiss.
"Bon appétit, baby," you blew her a kiss back.
Then you started eating, with the evening lights of Paris slowly fading as the sun went down. The silence was present, but it wasn't awkward by any means. It was the kind of silence of two people who were happy and content just to be near each other. You laughed every so often at whatever silly thing you showed each other on your phones, and you also popped pieces of fruit into your mouths.
After a while, Wony stopped eating to search for something on her phone, and soon you heard your voice over the speaker. It was you on stream.
"Ahhh! There's no way you're watching that right in front of me!" you protested through your laughter. The stream was one of your reactions to an album.
"Why not?" Wony laughed, staring at her phone screen. "This shit is fucking nuts, I swear to God," she mimicked you in a mocking tone.
"Oh my god, I'm going to jump off the balcony," you looked down and pushed her with your foot.
Wony laughed even louder and turned off her phone, leaving it face down beside her.
"Okay, I stopped, crybaby," Wony said. "Tell me something then, how did you feel when Sydney Sweeney spoke to you?"
You stared into space and brought a piece of bread to your mouth, remembering the DM she'd sent you just earlier.
"I thought you were going to make it easier for me than that."
"I don't make it easy for anyone, babe."
"I almost had a stroke."
"Almost?" Wony raised her eyebrows. "I saw you in the distance, still like you'd seen the devil himself."
You sighed.
"Because I did. It's like you'd met Ian Somerhalder."
"I'd fall on my ass."
"Exactly."
"And what did she say?"
"She said she really liked the content I made with Prada, and that she admired me for having the courage to be myself while doing it."
"Nothing else?"
"What else do you expect?"
Wony shrugged.
"I don't know. Didn't she ask for your number?"
You burst out laughing. Hell, it was worse than that.
"No, baby. She didn't do it. It doesn't work that way."
"You're handsome enough that she could have done it," she shifted her gaze to the tree in front of your balcony. "I'm just asking."
"Are you jealous?" you asked, amused.
"No," Wony replied flatly.
You laughed and picked up the empty plates to move them to the side. You leaned toward her with your hands flat on the ground and peppered the side of her face with kisses.
"Don't be like that, my sweet princess with attitude," you murmured, softening her until you got a smile out of her. "Are you full or do you want me to order something else to eat?"
"No, honey, I'm already satisfied," she turned her face and gave you a peck on the lips. "I want to take a nap."
"Let's take a nap then."
You picked up the plates and stood up to carry them to the rolling table. Wony went to get into bed, and after you drank some more apple juice, you took your copy of Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment out of your backpack and got into bed with her. You sat on her left side, with your back against the backrest, ready to read for a while.
"Would you mind?" Wony said from your left, and made you raise your elbows so she could lie on your lap, curl up, and close her eyes. You put your hand on her head, and as you read, you ruffled her hair until she fell asleep.
After an hour passed and seeing her so peacefully asleep, you felt like sleeping too, so you placed the book on the nightstand to your right, made her settle in next to you, and hugged her from behind, snuggling her against you, your nose buried in the hair on her neck. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep too.
The aforementioned "nap" turned out to be a solid slumber that lasted until 9:00 p.m.
The room was bathed in a warm, dim light, thanks to the nightlight you assumed she'd recently turned on before continuing to sleep with you. Outside the garden was already dark, illuminated by lamps and the windows of the other rooms. You were the first to wake up, gently caressing Wony's thigh with your fingertips until she woke up too.
"Fuck... what time is it?" she asked sleepily, lifting her head from your arm.
"9:12 p.m.," you replied, after checking the time on your phone.
"I think we went a bit far," Wony yawned.
"A little. Thank goodness we don't have anything to do."
You cradled Wony's face in your hands and gently pulled her in for a soft, slow kiss. Wony straddled you so you could wrap your arms around her, while she caressed your chest. She broke the kiss a long moment later.
"Shall we take that shower?" she asked against your lips, caressing your cheekbones with her thumbs.
"And then dinner?" you asked back.
"Are you hungry so fast?" Wony giggled.
"I'm always hungry after I sleep."
"Okay, let's go then," Wony nodded, and kissed the tip of your nose before standing up.
You stayed in bed for a few minutes, scrolling through your phone. It was full of texts, Rina and Sohyun among them. You ignored it for the time being. Wony called you from the bathroom, and you went with her to find her naked in the shower, her hair tied back in a high bun.
"Come here, baby," she said, turning on the water. "Your girl needs to wash you."
It was kind of pathetic how stupidly fast you undressed and jumped in the shower with her.
When you left the bathroom, Wony stayed behind to do her skincare routine and you went back to get dressed. It was almost 10:30, so you went to order dinner. Room service arrived another half hour later with the dishes, leaving a rolling table and taking the empty one away.
"What did you order, honey?" Wony asked, coming out of the bathroom while combing her hair. She was wrapped in a bathrobe.
You opened the plates one by one.
"Roasted venison loin with celeriac purée and confit shallots, chestnut crémeux with wheat crumble and pear juice."
"Mmm!" Wony clapped her hands in excitement. "Delicious!"
"I'll put everything on the balcony, okay?" you said. "Get dressed or you'll freeze to death out there."
"Yeah!"
You went out onto the balcony and placed the plates and glasses on the small table, turned on the lights in there, and sat down on one of the chairs. Wony came out a short time later, dressed in sweatpants and one of your hoodies.
She may have said she wasn't as hungry as you, but she devoured her food even faster than you could have. A five-minute gap separated the time it took her and yours.
"Was it delicious?" you asked with a hint of sarcasm, sipping on some pear juice.
"Oh gosh, so much," Wony sighed, slumped in her seat with her head hanging off her shoulder.
You both took out your phones and checked them in silence. Then you looked up at the night sky and the quiet garden at that hour of midnight.
Then something occurred to you.
"Honey, do you want to do something crazy?" you asked, breaking the silence.
Wony raised her head and looked at you silently, analyzing you.
"What?"
"Let's go for a walk."
"A walk?" Wony chuckled.
"It's midnight and it's a weekday. At this time there shouldn't be a soul on the street," you pointed out.
"Really?" Wony looked to the side, thinking it over.
"Really," you nodded. "Besides, we can go out well covered since it's cold. Even if there's someone around, no one will know who we are."
Wony thought about it for a while longer.
"I'm in."
"Yes!" you fist-pumped and jumped up from your chair. Wony giggled.
"Do you have a wool hat I could borrow?"
"Yes, yes, whatever you want."
You quickly went inside, Wony following you, and rummaged through your luggage until you found two wool hats. The Philadelphia Eagles one would be for you, and the one with the Umbreon eyes would be for her. You also took out a black face mask that you always carried just in case; Wony had one just like it.
Fifteen minutes later, you were walking down the hotel stairs. You were wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled over the wool hat, an open puffy North Face jacket over it, black and white plaid pajama pants, and sneakers. Wony was wearing baggy pants, a long puffy jacket, a scarf, and the wool hat you had given her. Both of you were wearing your respective masks.
No one recognized you in the lobby, much less with the clothes you were wearing. You were just another couple holding hands leaving the hotel.
Outside, the cold hit your faces. You checked your phone to see the temperature: 4 freaking degrees.
"Damn, I'm freezing anyway," Wony complained, shoving her free hand into her coat pocket.
"Yeah, well, that usually happens, honey," you said, squeezing her hand with yours, your fingers intertwined. "So, where do you want to go?"
"Huh?" Wony turned to look at you, frowning. "Why are you asking me that?"
"I don't know, don't you have some place in Paris you'd like to see that you haven't already?"
"I don't know," Wony shrugged. "I've already seen the Eiffel Tower."
"Fuck the Eiffel Tower, have you seen the Champs-Élysées?"
"No...?"
"The Louvre?"
"No."
"And the Pont des Arts?"
"The Love Lock Bridge?"
"It's not called that anymore; they removed all the locks because the bridge could literally fall down. But yes."
"No, I haven't been."
"Okay, let's walk."
You and Wony walked away from the hotel along Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré, passing luxury storefronts and closed fashion boutiques. The cold streets were deserted, just as you'd predicted, with the occasional person walking around smoking a cigarette and the occasional car. It was understandable, with the sky so overcast and the temperature so low. You must have been part of the 1% who walked around giggling like idiots.
After the Rue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré, you crossed to Avenue Matignon, and then to the Jardin des Champs-Élysées, where you slowed down to take a good look at everything there, from the Fontaine du Cirque to the Théâtre Marigny. Before leaving, you sat on a bench to rest.
"God, I want some coffee," Wony said, warming her hands with her breath. You were on a straight, wide path, littered with fallen leaves from the trees that lined it on both sides and lit by warm streetlights. "Don't you?"
"It would be fucking great," you nodded, your hands in your jacket pockets. "The thing is everything must be closed at this hour."
"I don't think everything, something must be open," Wony said, looking from side to side. "Do you think it's a bad idea to upload the photos I've been taking?"
"Did you tell your manager about this?" You asked, looking at Maps on your phone since, thankfully, you didn't know Paris like you did some city in Italy.
"Uh... no? She wouldn't have let me."
"Then definitely not. We're on a getaway, babe."
"What are you looking at?" Wony peeked at your phone too.
"The damn road we should take. Do you want us to get lost?"
"Oh shit, we're too far."
"We'll get an Uber back, baby."
"It's still a walk there," Wony scrolled through the app to the Pont des Arts. You were about half an hour away. "Sheesh."
"Time will go by fast," you stood up. "Come on, put those gorgeous legs to work, sweetie."
"Legs that still hurt because someone made me cum eight times a few hours ago?" Wony stood up from the bench and took your hand, interlacing your fingers.
You shrugged.
"Someone was asking for it."
When you left the Champs-Élysées the next stop was the Tuileries Garden, but it was closed, so you had to go around it on the eastern side. From there, you crossed the Pont Royal, and on the other side of the Seine, miraculously, you found a Carrefour Express open where you could buy hot coffee, which you carried the rest of the way.
Five minutes later, you arrived at your destination. The Pont des Arts looked strange without the thousands of padlocks on the railings, but that was more out of habit, because the reality was that it just looked cleaner and prettier, with the well-maintained wooden planks and the parapets where the padlocks used to be, painted with various colorful motifs.
As expected on a winter day like that at 2 in the morning, there was not a soul there. The only things that accompanied you were the dull light from the small white streetlights, the light from the Institut de France on the other side of the bridge, and the biting cold. Only the occasional policeman passed by from time to time.
You and Wony approached the parapet on your left to admire the tranquil river and the Pont Neuf in the distance, sipping the coffee left in your cups. After a few seconds, Wony snuggled up to you, and you slipped an arm around her back to hold her waist.
"You don't know how much I love this, baby..." Wony murmured, snuggling against you. "It's so beautiful. Thanks for bringing me here."
"Was it worth the walk?" you asked, half smiling.
Wony chuckled.
"Definitely."
"I love being here with you without anyone knowing. Literally no one. Your poor manager must be sleeping like a baby thinking you're with me in my room."
Wony just giggled and didn't respond immediately, staring at the reflections of the streetlights in the slow-moving river.
"Honey, can I tell you something?" Wony asked after a couple of minutes.
"Hm?" You looked away from the horizon and looked at her. "Sure, what?"
"Well..." Wony looked down to check her nails, something she did when she was anxious or nervous. "No, nothing, it's just something silly," she shook her head.
"Baby," you turned to her. "Tell me. If it came to your mind and you wanted to say it, it's not something silly."
Wony shook her head, still not looking at you.
"I don't want to ruin the moment, I really don't."
You crossed your arms and stared at her.
"It won't ruin it."
Wony took a deep breath and dropped her arms before looking straight ahead. Her gaze wandered between all the possible spots in the landscape.
"It's just... this makes me nervous," she finally said after a while.
"This?"
"I mean, not this," Wony gestured with her hand between the two of you. "But how good this is all making me feel."
You frowned and tilted your head, unable to understand where she was going with this. You didn't want to worry, but your stomach churned.
"And why is that a bad thing?"
"I didn't say it was bad. I said it makes me nervous," Wony paused before looking back down at her hands clasped around her belly. "I'm getting used to... you know, having you, talking to you all day, waiting for your texts, being the happiest person in the world with you." She bit her lower lip. "And... I don't know, I'm scared of how fulfilled I'm feeling. Making so many… beautiful memories with you. Because if one day you're not here..."
Wony's voice cracked, and her eyes quickly filled with tears. She brought her knuckles to her lips to hold them back. You just looked at her, somewhere between dismayed and deeply moved, with a lump in your throat that you managed to keep there.
"Honey..." you began quietly.
"It happened to me before, okay?" Wony said in a small voice, and no matter how hard she tried to hold back her tears, two rolled down her cheeks. "Not like this, but similar. Everything seemed so right... so perfect... he kept telling me how much he loved me and how much he liked me... and then he left me. He left me, that was it. He got bored of me."
You swallowed thickly and took a deep breath, still holding back the urge to cry so you could be strong enough for her. Damn that bastard.
"And I didn't even love him as much as I love you," she continued, wiping another tear with her sleeve. "That's exactly why it terrifies me. I don't want to go through that again. I couldn't bear it if you ever got tired of me and left me like he did. I…"
"Baby," you interrupted, taking one of her hands and squeezing it in yours, then bringing it to your lips to kiss her knuckles. "Look at me."
Wony looked at you, her eyes brimming with tears and a pout. Fuck, she really couldn't have looked that pretty crying.
"I understand the way you feel, but I can't promise you I won't fail. No one can," you cradled her face. "Fate takes many turns, and we often have no control over it. What I can promise you is that everything I feel for you is real, very real. And no one has ever, and I repeat, never, made me feel the way you do."
You wiped the tears that continued to flow down her soft cheeks with your thumbs and placed a small kiss on her forehead. She swallowed, trying to hold your gaze.
"All the pretty things I've ever said or done for you came from my heart, cause the love you've made me feel for you in such a short time is the most real, beautiful, and precious thing I have. So, the thought of whether we'll ever stop being together or not is irrelevant. The only thing that matters is that right now, you are the most beautiful thing life has ever given me, and I intend to make you feel that way for as long as life allows us. Is that clear?"
Wony's lip trembled before she leaned in to hug you and burst into tears, hiding her face in your neck. You just held her in your arms, choosing not to say anything else and letting her let it out.
"I love you soooo much," Wony said between sobs, clinging to you as if she wanted to prevent you from running away. "I love you, I love you, I love you. Thank you for coming into my life. Thank you for everything."
You waited for a minute to pass to respond, meditating on how you could propose to her as soon as possible without looking desperate.
"Well, actually you should thank Yujinie for that," you said with a quiet giggle. "It's thanks to her that we ended up sharing a room in Tokyo."
Wony couldn't help but laugh through her tears. Then she pulled away from you slightly to wipe her eyes with her sleeves, grabbing your face and crashing her lips against yours. You kissed, arms around each other, your mind completely lost in time, focused solely on showing how much affection you had for each other with that kiss.
What burst your bubble was the sound of slow jazz music in the distance, perfectly timed to make it seem like a movie. Wony and you laughed against each other's lips. You didn't know where the hell it was coming from; all you could see in the distance was a boat docking near the Saule Pleureur de la Pointe.
"Did he see us and play that music on purpose?" Wony asked, looking toward the boat.
"It's a possibility," you replied, smiling.
You paused for a moment, just enjoying the music, despite how distant and muffled it sounded. Some police officer must have told him to shut up, because soon after, you two returned to the same silence as before.
"Honey..." Wony looked at you. "I'm sorry for bringing that up. I just really needed to get it off my chest, and it's not something I've ever talked to anyone about."
"Not even with the girls?"
"I didn't want to worry them with it. They have enough to worry about with our schedules."
"I understand," you nodded. "But you don't have to apologize. I appreciate you feeling comfortable and safe enough with me to share it, honey."
Wony leaned in close to peck you on the lips.
"You know we have to get up really early later, right?" Wony asked. "It's going to be 2:30."
"What time does your flight leave?"
"Uh... 10 o'clock."
"We can get up at 7."
"Exactly, very early," Wony sighed. "But it's all for the sake of spending more time with you."
"Shall we go now?"
"Yes, please, my legs are killing me."
You took out your phone and ordered an Uber, which arrived in about ten minutes since the driver was a bit far away. Wony fell asleep on the way, her head on your shoulder and cuddled up with you. You had to wake her up five minutes before arriving at Le Bristol.
Climbing the stairs was like a fucking torture for her, as she was burdened by the double suffering of her aching legs and the accumulated sleep. You weren't much more energetic, but you still carried her up the last few steps until you reached your bedroom.
Inside, she hurriedly undressed until she was down to her underwear and hoodie, and after closing the glass door and turning off the light, you followed her in sweatpants and shirtless. You covered yourselves with the warm, puffy blankets and quickly hugged Wony, snuggling up against her chest so she could hug you with her arms and legs.
"I really liked it today, honey," Wony murmured after a while. She sounded more asleep than awake. In fact, she let out a long yawn right after. "You're everything I ever wanted in a boy... thank you."
You lifted your face from her neck to answer, but she had already fallen asleep, as quickly as usual. You had no choice but to stare at her face, hopelessly in love, until your eyes felt heavy too. 
Ten minutes later, you were both snuggled up and comfortably asleep.
It was a good thing you'd been used to getting up so early for a few days now, because if it had happened months ago, you probably would have wished you'd died the moment you opened your eyes and saw the sunlight filtering through the white curtains in your room.
You woke up first, with half of Wony's body on top of yours, her face nestled between your neck and chest, one leg draped over yours, and her breathing calm. You stayed still, not out of discomfort, but because you didn't want to disturb her apparent deep comfort.
Wony stirred slightly when you brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and gently tucked it behind her ear. She stretched her legs out under the covers soon after.
"Is it daylight yet?" she asked softly, her eyes still closed.
"Uh-huh," you nodded, placing small kisses all over her face.
"Mmm... I don't want to move." Wony hugged you tighter and moved her thigh up to your abdomen. You placed your hand on top and rubbed it up and down.
"I'll take care of waking you up, don't worry."
You slowly slid your hand down her thigh to her bare ass, slipping your hand under her panties so you could squeeze more of her buttock. Wony let out a deep breath and caressed your collarbone with her fingers. Then you began placing slow, wet kisses on her neck, until seconds later you slid a couple of fingers between her buttocks and reached her pussy.
"Baby..." Wony gasped as you slowly rubbed her clit. "Mmmm."
Wony lowered her hand from your chest and slid it down your abdomen, slipping it inside your sweatpants and boxers. There, she found your cock already hard, and she wrapped her fingers around it, slowly stroking it. Eventually, she opened her eyes and sought out your lips for a kiss.
At that moment you didn't feel the urgency or the deep, horny desire you had yesterday, so the kiss, like every small movement and caress, was slow, gentle, and careful. Wony soon pulled your cock out to stroke it with slow pumps, and it didn't take much longer for you to slide her panties off her legs so you could comfortably touch her pussy.
Moans began a few seconds later, low and prolonged, each against the other's lips as you kissed in a mixture of deep lust and delicate touch. You took off your sweatpants and boxers, and Wony removed her hoodie. Both of you were now completely naked under the sheets.
The rubbing and groping intensified as you turned to face her and wrapped both arms around her. Wony caressed your chest with her hand and your cock with the top of one of her thighs, and you ran your hands down her back to feel her soft skin beneath your fingertips.
The tip of your hard cock occasionally brushed against her wet pussy, and when you couldn't hold it in any longer, you spat into your hand, brought it to your shaft to lubricate it, and held her thigh over your torso to slowly guide it inside her.
Wony moaned against your lips and placed her hands on your breast as you began to fuck her with slow, deep movements, her pussy wrapping around you like a sleeve custom-designed for you. You placed a hand on her ass and squeezed it as you did so, placing kisses on her chin and moving down to her neck.
As you increased your speed a little, you were forced to remove the blanket from over your bodies, revealing your girlfriend's perfect, long, fleshy body. Her tits, bigger since she'd gained some weight over the past few months, looked too delicious for you not to taste, so you arched down and took one into your mouth.
"Oh fuck..." Wony moaned softly seconds later, when you'd already spit on one of her tits and were licking her nipple. "Let me suck your cock, baby."
You pulled out of her and lay on your back. Wony quickly straddled you, her calves trapping your arms underneath and her ass hovering just inches from your face. She slumped forward, and as she took you into her mouth, you darted your tongue out and began sucking on it.
Wony moaned around your cock, pumping its head with deep, swirling motions. She didn't skimp on her saliva, deliberately spitting it out and sucking it back in because she knew it drove you crazy. But you also pulled out your own tricks, sucking on her clit and licking it in circles for her.
You stayed like that for maybe two or three minutes, your arms wrapped around her torso and your hands squeezing her ass, and Wony caressing your thigh as she sucked you off without using her hands to help herself. It was Wony who decided to put the brakes on, only to turn around, adjust her thighs to the sides of your body, and impale herself on your cock.
As soon as her ass was resting against your pelvis, Wony dropped down to cup your face and kiss you, covering your face with her silky brown hair. She began to slowly move her hips up and down, taking every inch of your cock in and out with exquisite fluidity and awareness of her own movements.
"For God's sake..." you gasped. "I want to put a baby inside you so bad."
Wony moaned and gently bit your lower lip, moving her hips a little faster without being too rough.
"You can try, darling," she murmured back.
You pulled her off of you and made her turn her back to you, so you could press your chest and back together before returning inside her. Wony held onto your forearms as you wrapped your arms around her, one under her head and the other across her torso to cup her tits. You were as close as two people could get to each other, you were sure of that; you could feel every corner of her skin against yours, every delicious little part.
As the seconds passed, you used one hand to play with her tits and the other to her waist to pump harder and deeper, feeling very close to your climax. Wony moaned against your lips, louder and louder, her breathing increasingly labored. She was close too, but just to be sure, you slipped a hand between her legs to rub her pussy in the final moments.
"Are you going to leave a big seed inside my womb, baby?" Wony asked, cupping your face with one hand and looking into your eyes. You just nodded. "Yeah? Come on, then do it, my sweet boy... cum, cum."
With a sudden thrust deep inside her pussy, you exploded, and when Wony felt your cock throb and release hot cum inside her she reached her orgasm as well, intense and electrifying. You kissed and moaned against each other's lips, sharing small spasms until you left every drop inside her pussy and she stopped trembling.
Wony broke away from the kiss and stared into your eyes.
"Do you really want us to have a baby?" she asked softly.
"I love the idea of making you a mom," you replied, still balls deep inside her. "But I know it's not time."
"No, it isn't," Wony gently shook her head and peppered your face with gentle kisses. "But I don't mind the idea of carrying your baby either... who knows what might happen in the future?"
You giggled and kissed her again for a minute until you came out of her. Hardly a drop of semen escaped.
"Do you want to order breakfast?" you asked, placing kisses on her shoulders.
"Yes, but then I have to go, baby," Wony pouted.
"I know, I know, don't remind me," you sighed, and turned away from her to get dressed and go to the bathroom to wash your face.
After leaving the bathroom and brushing your teeth, Wony did the same while you ordered breakfast. About fifteen minutes later, you were already eating, and an hour later, Wony was already dressed, ready to meet her manager.
"How much longer will you be here in Europe?" Wony asked, hands on your shoulders.
"I'll be back in Milan tomorrow, and then I'll be there for another week," you replied, holding her waist as you placed pecks on her lips. "You'll be in Korea by the time I get back, right?"
"Mjum," Wony nodded, kissing you back. "Be a good boy, okay? Remember to eat, text me always, keep me updated, and don't stop loving me."
"I never could, and you know it." You smiled, and wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her into one last tight hug. "I love you, princess. Have a safe flight."
"I love you too, my sweet boy." Wony cupped your face and planted a few kisses on your lips before pulling away. "See you soon."
You opened the door for your girlfriend, and after a shared smile as she passed through the frame, she turned and started walking down the hall. 
You followed her with your eyes until she took the stairs and disappeared from your sight.
Then you went back to bed and curled up under the covers, to let the post-seeing-your-girlfriend blues consume you.
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sprenthecreator · 14 days ago
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been a while since i don't post my baby wolf
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sprenthecreator · 15 days ago
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Vampire with retractable fangs, right? Right? That's a risky blowjob if not.
Sure... retractable fangs... yeah
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sprenthecreator · 16 days ago
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So
Would y'all read a smut based in the 1830s that revolves around a vampire living in a Carpathian castle? Kinda nosferatu-esque, basically (only the vampire is actually giga hot and not a straight up fucking nightmare lmao).
If not, I don't care, it'll happen anyway
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sprenthecreator · 16 days ago
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i swear to fucking god
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sprenthecreator · 16 days ago
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Well it's that time again for you to read my yapperooni. D.A with Karina Gawon pairing? Immaculate. Honestly surprised not many jumped to this pairing after their little moment came out during their fashion week schedule back then. The best thing being that you managed to combine real life schedule of theirs, their little moments during the schedule and all and mix it so smoothly into your plot, almost way too smooth and i really love that. Sadly there wasn't any little city tour like last time but i guess you did exchange it with a really really great amount of excellent dialogues and buildups in the process as you always did.
The smut needs no further words, excellent as always can be expected from someone like you. The buildups, again as always plays a really big part in making things feels far more rewarding and entertaining and always love that from writers like you that paid a lot of attention to buildups. Lowkey needing you to write more threesome and gxg scenes within it too, you know very well you're getting really good at it and i hope to see it more from some of your future fics too.
Anyways, for what it's worth, i hope things can get better for you and you can get through whatever shit you might be facing. As always thanks for yet another entertaining banger and take a good care of yourself mate 🫡
Hi Shin!
The main reason no one ever wrote about that pairing is simple: people are tasteless, no cap lmao. But yeah, they're lethal af, and Gawon is supremely underrated.
Thanks for appreciating the details of the schedules. Believe me, it's a pretty tedious research project where I like to make sure everything makes sense and fits as closely as possible with real-life events to make everything more immersive and fun. I know 80% of readers don't pay attention to it and are just looking for smut, but I still like doing it lol.
Well, the reason there wasn't a city tour this time was pretty simple: Ezio wasn't going to have time to do it at any point, lol. He did have time later, but not during that story. But don't worry, in the next update there will be a little romantic night tour with Wony around Paris ;)
About the threesomes and the gxg, I'm afraid there will be a good string of one-idol smut in the future (except for P.S.T, there is a threesome in the next interlude lol). But thank you very much overall, my friend. I'll make it worth it whenever it happens.
And don't worry about me, I was just being dramatic and kind of hater lmao. Love u
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sprenthecreator · 17 days ago
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what the fuck did they give Dubu to eat at fucking Lollapalooza?
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sprenthecreator · 19 days ago
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oh, and starboy is gonna return, no cap
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