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〚𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒〛 ✰ rockerstar! ellie x groupie! reader ✰
〚𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒〛 ellie williams. her name was everywhere- the underground music’s next breakout star, and for a good reason too- a honeyed voice mixed with gravel, her passion, energy, the fact she was everything rock and roll should be. also, let’s not forget the sex appeal.
〚𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒〛 sex, love, drugs, and rock and roll. !!TW!! for descriptions of drug usage ( c0cain, L$D) fingering (r! receiving), oral (r! receiving), strap on usage (r! receiving) overstim kinda, dom e!, sub r!
It started with a video- a grainy, shity quality one at that, but still a video. She was center stage of some grungy bar from the looks of it, spotlights illuminating her face enough to see stands of her hair sticking to her forehead with sweat, and a chipped cherry red electric guitar hanging from her shoulder. She was magnetic, hypnotizing- not just with her performance, but her looks as well.
From that day on, you just had the desire to get closer to her in any way you could.
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It had been two months since you started following her band while they toured across the West Coast. You had been to every show, seen every performance, and Ellie was starting to catch on.
The first time she saw you, you immediately caught Ellie's attention- I mean, how could you not? You were by far the hottest girl in the venue that night, swinging your hips so effortlessly it put the rest of the girls to shame. Ellie remembers that night vividly because she was so pissed she couldn't find you after the show to bring you back to her shitty motel room and have her way with you. But Ellie quickly forgot about you when the company of two other girls took your place that night, along with a few too many hits of whatever her drug of choice was during that time.
So, that's how you ended up here- at a run down gas station bathroom touching up your makeup in the middle of the fucking desert, and a van full of strangers that you were currently hitching a ride with waiting outside at the pumps.
And Ellie? Well, Ellie was doing what she always does before a show- drugs, and lots of them, whether it was molly, coke, weed, tabs, or maybe even a deadly concoction of all the above, she didn't care as long as it made her feel alive- claiming it made her perform better or something, but really she just liked being fucked up while fucking girls after the show.
While Ellie was living this "glamorous" rockstar lifestyle, you were on the complete opposite end- quitting your day job to follow some girl around who doesn't even know your name and catching rides from people who definitely look like they have seen the inside of a prison cell- AKA, you were a groupie.
The air was hot, stale. A thin layer of orangy, rust-colored sand coated the windows and the van's gaudy upholstery. The landscape outside flashed like an old fashioned reel movie, cacti, shrubs, Joshua trees, and repeat.
It was desolate, and if the road and occasional mile marker wasn't there to remind you, you would've thought you were on a different planet.
"Your stop is next, daisy." The man with a handle bar mustache yelled from the drivers seat, meeting your eyes in the review mirror.
Daisy. A nickname given to you by the group when they first picked you up further up north. You had a daisy tucked behind your ear, and from then on, you were daisy.
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It was dark by the time you arrived at the venue, venue isn't really how you would describe it. It was more like a diner turned bar turned into whatever the fuck it was currently. You waved your goodbyes to the the group of not-so-strange strangers, all of them bidding you 'farewells' and 'good lucks' before you watched the red tails fade into the pitch dark of the desert.
For once, you were early. Turns out a bunch of traveling hippies and outcasts aren't on a timed schedule, who knew?
Even though you were early, the dirt patch of a parking lot was packed, cars in various stages of deterioration lining the sides of the building, and people gathering outside to avoid the cramped interior. But you weren't here to socialize or drink and get high- you just wanted to see her, dance to the strum of her guitar, and let her voice consume and overtake you.
It was 40-ish minutes past midnight, meaning Ellie and her band were late, but that's not a surprise. She had a bad habit of keeping the people waiting, but she was a busy girl- hanging out backstage or at a hotel, a room full of girls for her to pick from, and no shortage of drugs and alcohol. But tonight, she went a little too overboard. Her band mates were practically carrying her across the motel parking lot to their van, trying to get her to sober up on the way to the venue with water and motivational speeches that mostly consisted of "get your fucking shit together".
The short 30 minute drive to the venue was barely long enough to get Ellie back in the right state of mind. She was slightly unsteady on her feet, and her speech was a little slurred, but she's used to preforming under these conditions.
You waited patiently of course, babying a strong cocktail mix since you didn't dare get drunk and risk not remembering every detail of the night- every detail of her.
When the crowd shifted their attention to the back entrance of the building, silent murmurs at first before a load cheer erupting was when you knew, she was here, and she looked like heaven- a black tank top that was torn near the neckline, a studded belt loosely securing a pair of baggy, black patchwork cargo pants.
The crowd parted a pathway for her as she made her way through the room with her bandmates following behind, a cigarette tucked between her lips as she'd occasionally stop to sign whatever was thrown at her- a piece of paper, cash, a pair of tits- which she'd always happily comply, but if she saw a girl she liked, she would lick her pointer finger and index, smearing part of her signature on their cleavage while the marker was still wet to subtly let you know that she wanted your company for the night- at least, that's the rumor you've heard.
You found yourself holding your breath- she was so close, a mere body or two keeping you at arm's length from her. You could smell the cigarette smoke, and see the details of her chipped black nail polish holding the marker between her fingers.
Ellie hands the notebook and marker back into the wave of hands, looking up while blowing out a cloud of smoke, and that's when she sees you. She was about to walk off, but she stopped for a second. You don't look like you belong- you were different, sweet, and innocent-looking compared to the rest of the audience. But she doesn't let her eyes linger long, she has a show to put on after all.
She turned, and walked towards the stage stairs, and centered herself behind the mic. She shifted her weight on her feet, and took one last drag of the cigarette before suffocating the embers on a ashtray near the edge of the stage.
"How's everyone doing tonight?" She barely could make out before the crowds hollering drowned out her voice. She laughed into the mic while plugging a cord into her guitar that was connected to a beefy looking amp.
Her ego was at its biggest right now- just her mere appearance could make a group of strangers act like dogs, and she fucking loved it.
She played a few cords on the guitar, ensuring the tune was where she wanted it before looking back up into the crowd, "c'mon, you can do better than that." And even though her mouth was covered by the mic, you could tell she was smirking.
The crowd cheered louder, fists clenched high above the sea of heads, and chanted her name over and over exactly how she wanted them to.
And for you? Well, you were also chanting her name, maybe not as loud, but you were too busy squeezing your way through to get to the front.
She needed to be able to see you.
And she did see you- you were front row, playfully singing and dancing along, your bright, twinkling eyes boring into every little thing she did- from the way she'd run her hand through the front of her hairline, ridding her face of the baby hairs and bangs, down to the way her fingers curled over the frets of her guitar. She made sure to look elsewhere into the crowd, interacting with everyone, but her eyes always found themselves back on you.
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Ellie closed out the show with an encore, most of the crowd was overly intoxicated at this point, stumbling, and starting meaningless fights with whoever was closest- aka the usual time you'd leave, but you couldn't, at least, not when Ellie was walking towards you, her eyes set on you. You glanced to your right then your left- confused, and definitely was searching for an explanation as to why she was getting closer. Surely, it was someone else who caught her attention, but it was only you nearby.
You take a step back from the stage as the tips of her dirty converse near the edge. She bends down at the knees before sitting all together, dangling her legs over the edge. She doesn't say anything, and you didn't either, maybe from intimidation mixed with confusion as to why she chose to sit here out of all places.
She reaches her tattooed arm behind, shifting her weight to pull out a pack of cigarettes, and offering the carton to you, but you shyly decline. She smirked, a dimple deepening on the one side of her cheek, "So-" She said, her voice momentarily muffled by the cigarette between her lips, "-you don't look like you're from here, where'd you come from, baby?" She ignited the end with a metal lighter, holding a free hand up to cover the flame which only amplified the warm glow of the flame on her face.
You chuckled a nervous laugh, looking down at your fingers as she blew out a puff of smoke, "M' not. I'm from up north. " Your voice trembled, leaking with submission and uncertainty which only fascinated her more, but also she was frustrated- most girls wouldn't need a conversation to know what Ellie wanted from them, and you weren't looking at her.
She grabs your hand, and pulls you closer to the space between her knees. A sharp breath gets caught in your throat as she does this, your cheeks hot, and your gut feels like it's jumping being this close to her- enough to smell the fumes of her cologne mixed with ash. You watch her fingers come up and hover over your chest, her fingers gently dancing along the skin of your clavicle to examine the charm of your necklace, but really it was just a flirtation tactic to her.
"What's a girl like you doing in the desert in the middle of the night, huh?" She asked, dropping her voice down to an almost whisper- raspy, and thick with suggestion. You shake your head side to side, a nervous tick of yours when you felt uncomfortable, but being uncomfortable isn't always a bad thing.
"I uh-" you paused, mentally wavering if you should tell the truth since it does seem a little pathetic. "-I wanted to see you play."
Ellie's eyebrows raise, her bottom lip puckering into a frown with a slight nod. "Is that so?" She hummed, rolling the edges of the charm between her fingers. Ellie was certain she had seen you before. It wasn't a trick of the light or getting your face confused with some other hot chick- you were unmistakable. But she didn't want you to know that she found you out, not yet, not now.
Ellie learned in further, your knees almost buckling out from under you, feeling her breath against your lips. She played it off like she was getting a closer look at your necklace, extending the religious symbolic charm out so the chain tugged on your neck. "Do you believe?" She asked, still looking at the damn necklace, furrowing her brows like she was in a deep philosophical thought.
You swallowed dryly, wishing you still had your drink from easier, "N-not really-" you stuttered, "it was a gift from when I was younger."
Ellie chuckled, but it wasn't lighthearted or sweet- it was dark, methodical, and a tad bit sadistic.
She released the charm from her fingers, letting it hit your bare chest with a muted thud before looking up. Her eyes were a darker shade than you remembered them being- irises blown out and framed beautifully by a thick band of dark eyelashes.
Her hand reached out and gently grabbed you by the wrist before yanking you closer so your tummy was flush with the side of the stage, leaving only a few inches between your tits and the denim of her crotch.
You inhaled a sharp, breathy yelp as she did this, your hands not knowing what to do or where to divert your eyes- her hands on you, her face so close to yours that you could count the freckles on her cheeks, even the ones that are faint enough to miss- or maybe how her thighs were drifting apart, and you were in between them.
Her hand comes up, which causes you to squeeze your eyes shut, but the wrinkles around your eyes relax as you feel her hand on your face and her lips on yours. You moaned instantly at the contact, resting your hand on her thigh where it felt most comfortable. Ellie took this opportunity to slip her tongue inside, using the muscle to work against yours. Her hand snakes down your side, squeezing the soft flesh of your hip before pulling away, leaving you breathless, and hazy.
Her eyes were intense looking into yours, her lips wet and craving a deeper satisfaction.
She only said one thing, a simple sentence that would separate you from being just some regular fan,
"Come with me tonight, and I'll show you something worth believing."
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So that's how your night shifted- how one decision to follow some band across the state had finally paid off because now you were here- a hotel room, alone with the band's most valuable member snorting lines of a white powdery substance off of a mirror topped end table.
Ellie held the rolled 20 between her fingers, putting the end of it to her nose while the index on her other closed the opposing nostril shut. She dragged the end of the cylinder across the smuggled surface, inhaling deeply until the white line disappeared behind it.
"Fuuck-" She sighed, throwing her head back, and swipes the bottom of her nose with her thumb,
"Here-" She held out the rolled 20 for you to take, but you lean away,
"I don't do that stuff."
She looks at you curiously, a furrow between her brows that suggests she found your refusal even more entertaining.
Ellie leaned forward and turned her body to face you on the edge of the dusty duvet, "What-" She scoffed, "'think you're too good for it?"
You shook your head violently, indicating a 'no', "No- no, that's not what I meant-"
Ellie laughed, causing you to stop mid-sentence, "I'm just fucking with you, doll. I should've known." She smiles, and you return the smile in relief that you didn't actually offend her.
Your eyes divert to the wallpapered walls- a faint pattern of stripes with cream-colored baseboards, a warm yellowed lamp on the bedside being the only source of light in the room to contrast the night outside.
You felt her hand creep up your thigh, tempting the skin below the hem of your dress before it disappeared underneath the fabric altogether. She leaned in, her other hand on your face to encourage you closer, whispering a "so soft" in a raspy breath before connecting your lips with hers.
It started slow- her lips overlapping yours like a soft current on a still morning before it turned into a ranging one during a windy cast. You moaned into her- soft and delicate mews between each detachment, and it fueled her.
Ellie's body overpowered yours, using her strength to her advantage. But it's not like she needed it- you were putty in her hands, fully committing yourself to her, letting her push you into your back, and her body hovering on top of yours.
You squirmed beneath her- each bump, and drag of her knee between your legs left you feeling more desperate.
"Ellie-" you broke the kiss in a breathless euphoria, looking up at her with a needy expression. Ellie knew that face well- it's not like she had all this experience and didn't know what to do with it, so- she got up, leaving you alone on the bed, and walked over to a black duffle bag decorated with pins of miscellaneous logos and bands.
She riffled through it, pulling a small clear plastic bag out before joining you back on the bed.
She opened the baggie, pulling something out no bigger than the size of a postage stamp, and tearing it into smaller halves before looking up,
"Do you trust me?" She asked, her green eyes piercing into yours, causing a wet sensation to spill from the heat between your legs. You swallowed, not really sure what you were agreeing to, but you nodded anyway, "Yes, Ellie... I trust you."
She placed the colorfully decorated paper on her tongue and held the sides of your face, kissing you and slipping her tongue inside, transferring whatever it was into your mouth before pulling away. "Swallow." She demanded, tilting your face up by your chin, and you did it without hesitation- straining the walls of your throat as the mystery stamp slid downwards.
She smirked, and swiped her thumb over your bottom lip, "good girl."
She followed it up by doing the same, placing the tab on her tongue and swallowing, but she made it seem so much more intentional like a ritual of some sorts.
Ellie leaned away from you in the bed to rest her back against the headboard and pillows, "C'mere" she said nonchalantly, patting her thighs.
With shaky knees, you did as you were told and crawled your way up her legs until you were straddling her waist.
Her hands come up to rest on your hips, her thumbs tracing circles through the flimsy fabric of your dress, "so obedient" she said lightly, almost under her breath to herself and not at you directly.
Her hands started to wander- first on your hips, then down to your thighs, gliding them up to the plush beneath your skirt. You felt her fingertip squeeze and caress, sending chills up your spine and a hot/cold sensation throughout your body.
Next, her lips were on yours, and her fingers were tightening the follicles on the back of your scalp as the kisses became more intense. Your back instinctively arches, and you reach a hand between your legs to soothe the ache, but she stops you with a firm grip on your wrist, "Gettin' impatient, huh?" She said in a cocky tone, smirking against your lips. You whimpered- nodding your head, and grabbed her hand, inching it closer to your core.
Ellie chucked at this- the kind of chuckle that was half way a scoff, and half way felt like an insult.
"Damn- you need me to fill you up that bad? 'thought you were one of them good girls."
She tisked her tongue against her teeth, but still let you guid her hand where you needed her.
The back of her knuckles grazed between the pillowy folds over your panties, going agonizingly slow before turning her hand over to fully palm your cunt.
You melt on top of her, resting your head against her shoulder, all the while dragging your hips against her hand.
She turns her head, her warm breath fanning against the helix of your ear, "You're so wet and I've barely touched you."
Her words echoed throughout your brain like her voice waves were sending signals to every part of your body. And her touch was magnified- each cell, fiber, and pore was experiencing a new sense of heightened, whether it be because of the drugs or not, you couldn't be sure.
"El-Ellie, please... need you."
Your words rang a siren song to Ellie's ears, creating a sticky pool between her own legs. She muttered a guttural "fuck" before she grabs you by the sides of your thighs, flipping you over so she was on top of you.
She was already yanking down your underwear, and tossing them to the side before you could comprehend what was happening. You felt her fingers stinging to the flesh of your thighs, prying them apart like she couldn't wait to see you, to taste you.
You sucked in a sharp breath as her tongue lightly traced a line down your folds before her lips met your clit where she pulsated the bud between her lips, letting out a moan as she made contact, "fuuck-" She curses before flicking her tongue over your bundle of nerves, igniting a colorful array of shapes behind your tightly closed eyes.
She was messy but precise- using her tongue along with the motion of her head to send you that much further. Your fingers tangled in her hair, tugging harder the closer you got which was the perfect time in Ellie's eyes to add a finger.
She slowly pushed her middle finger inside, stopping halfway at her knuckle to let you adjust before slamming it all the way till her knuckles were snug against your puffy lips.
You wriggled beneath her, reaching out to push her away with a palm to her shoulder, but that only makes her add a second finger.
You cry out loudly through heavy breaths, the veins on her forearm coming to the surface of her skin from how much force she was using, and her mouth putting in just as much work.
You were climbing higher and higher, the peripheral of your vision going white-
"Ellie... I'm- I'm gonna-" You don't have much time to warn her before your body starts to spaz, starting at your hips and up into your chest like volts of electricity through a highly active current.
Your knees close around her head, your back arching high off the mattress, and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. She slows her pace as you come down before pulling her fingers out and lifting her head.
With your eyes closed, and an arm draped over your face, you feel her pat the inside of your thigh before her weight leaves the bed.
She comes back a couple of minutes later, only opening your eyes when you feel her weight return to the mattress.
Your eyes go wide as you take notice of the new attachment- a black, strappy harness with buckles near her hips, and a crude shaped silicone cock bulging at her crotch.
She lowers herself over you, her hands on each side of your head before she leans down to kiss you, slipping her tongue inside. She pulled back, momentarily admiring the way you looked just from something as simple as oral and some fingering- glossy eyes, puffy lips smeared with her spit, and if she looked down- how your inner thighs glistened.
Her lips trial from yours, staring at your neck, then your chest, and finally your tits which Ellie had absolutely no problem with pulling the straps down to expose them, leaving the fabric bunched around your stomach. In her eyes, everything she wanted- no, needed was accessible this way.
Ellie looks up, placing a delicate kiss on the skin of your lower stomach, "Got one more fr' me, pretty girl?" She asked softly, tenderly, but it still managed to come off more intimidating than a question should sound.
You nodded shyly, a small whine emitting from the back of your throat, looking down at her with your breasts out for her viewing, grabbing pleasure, and your legs spread wide, ready to take her.
She lifted her upper half up, slim fingers holding the base of her cock, and lined the artificial tip with your entrance. She glided the tip up your folds, coating it with your slick, and let out a sultry exhale since she could practically see your walls clenching around nothing in preparation for her.
She teased you for a bit- only giving you a couple of inches before backing away and repeating, each time causing you to whine harder and harder out of frustration. Sure, Ellie was having her fun watching you squirm, grab for her, and fuck- how your hole gapped each time she pulled out, a clear, viscous fluid leaking from it, but she was growing just as impatient- feeling your legs wrap around her waist, pulling her closer, pleading variations of her name and "please" and who is she to deny you when you ask so nicely?
She thrusts her hips forward until her crotch was flesh with your ass, your legs in the air, and her hands pushing on the back of your thighs.
"Is this what you wanted, huh?" She gritted, pulling her hips back only to snap them forward again.
You cried out loudly, curling your fingers around the bedsheets until the blood stopped circulating, turning the skin there a lighter shade than the rest of you.
She pushed harder on the back of your thighs- your knees pressed up against your chest, and using what you can imagine is all of her strength to thrust into you. She was reaching the deepest part of your cervix- grunting and moaning on Ellie's end while you mewled high-pitched noises mixed with the wet slapping of her cock repeatedly slamming into you.
Ellie's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly upward, and her lips parted as insufficient, short breaths seep from them. Her hips started to falter from the endless abuse her clit was suffering behind the base of her strap, her boxers now a sticky, cold mess that stuck to her cunt and thighs.
She collapses on top of you, snugging herself between your legs to connect her lips to yours in a desperate effort, overpowering all your senses with her. She continues to fill you over and over again, both of you moaning in between breathless lips.
You wrapped her arms around her as her head hung low into your neck, digging your nails into the skin of her shoulder blades.
"El... mmhm- I'm gonna-" You babbled before biting your lip to silence the cry that was bubbling in the back of your throat, and Ellie wasn't far behind.
The pistoning motions of her hips turned into a grinding one- keeping a steady pace and rolling her hips forward, "M-me too- fuck... stay with me, yeah?" She said in between soft pants, the warmth of her breath brushing against your lips as her hand came up to gently but firmly wrap around your neck.
Ellie's head goes fuzzy as you looked up at her with your half-hooded gaze and your perfectly rosette lips that are just begging to be wrapped around something, so- she released the hold she had on your neck and brought her two fingers that were previously inside of you to your mouth.
She didn't even have to say anything for you to part your lips wider, slipping her fingers inside and rolling them over your tongue.
You moan, closing your lips around her as her fingers reach further back, causing tears to fall from the corner of your eyes.
"That's it-" She coaxed, her eyes focused on the split trailing down your chin,"-such a good girl."
She motioned her fingers in and out in a vulgar manner, bitting her bottom lip before pulling her fingers out all together to fist the bed sheets beside her.
"Fuckfuckfuck-oh my god-" She grunted incoherently, dropping her head to space between your neck and shoulder. Her forehead glistened with proof of her efforts as she rushed the pace to ease the itch between her legs.
You tightened your legs around her waist, pretty little noises falling on Ellie's ears as you both peak.
She rolls her hips- making it slow and deep until your voice grows tired and quiet before pushing her upper half away from you.
You wince at her absence, feeling your walls retract back to its original shape like the sand inside of an hourglass.
She plopped down beside you with an exaggerated sigh of exhaustion, pulling up the bottom of her tank top to wipe the slick/sweat mixture from her chin and nose, giving you a few seconds to admire her hardened stomach and prominent 'v' which lead your eyes down to the fake dick still standing high between her thighs.
She catches you looking, the corner of her lips tugging into a smirk as she lets out a low chuckle.
You meet her eyes, realizing you have been caught, which causes you to look away quickly, but her hand grabs yours.
"Gettin' shy on me now after all that?" She said, pulling at your hand to silently instruct you to get on top of her, so you did.
Her hands rub up and down your thighs, and her bottom lip snug between her teeth. She eyes your body, starting from your tits down to her cock that is resting against your lower stomach.
"Wanna do me a favor?" She asked, palming the fat of your thigh that spilled over the heels of your feet. You hummed at her- a sweet, genuine hum that was full of eagerness to assist her, which almost made Ellie feel bad for what she was about to say- key word almost.
"Put that pretty little mouth of yours to use and clean me up."
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[CHANNEL_9] fromis_9 '채널나인' EP60. Spotlighting 🐿️ Part.3
fromis_9 Lee Chaeyoung
11,660 words (Co-edited by @digipigichopshop & @dnd-writes)
After "reviewing" an intense office romance starring fromis_9's main vocalist, Park Jiwon, you are now left with 8 more alluring videos featuring the remaining members to explore and indulge in. You feel teased after witnessing the explicit nature of the first video. Watching Jiwon's naked body as she partakes in what might be the best sexual experience caught on film got you pitching a tent underneath your pants. But that doesn't seem to be enough. After all, what's not to say that the other videos won't push your limits even further?
You choose among the many files that fill your computer folder, looking for the next video to review. The first thing that catches your eye is the thumbnail with the group’s playful and charismatic rapper, Chaeyoung. The entire fromis_9 is full of pretty faces and hot figures, but you've always been drawn to Chaeyoung's magnetic charm. She's funny, talented, and has a captivating stage presence… And now you find yourself eager to see how she can ignite your desires in this next video.
You press the play button and the "Channel_9" intro plays alongside its colorful intro card. As their video editor, you ponder what elements can be included in this video to tie it to the first one seamlessly. With a mischievous grin on your face, you decide to include a recap from the previous video where Jiwon's sensual encounter left you craving for more. You think it's a wonderful idea, but watching this current video to its completion comes first.
After the intro, the video shows a huge indoor swimming complex. The video shows its many pools and amenities, filled with many hues of blue and sparkling with crystal-clear water, and inviting everyone to dive in. It then shifts to an aerial shot of Chaeyoung outside of the area walking towards it. The camera switches to that of the crew following her to have a better view of this video’s main star, wearing a creative mix of a red strapless dress over a white buttoned shirt and red heels. Her long figure is accentuated by the dress, giving her a seductive yet sophisticated look.
However, as the camera focuses on her, Chaeyoung seems to look more hesitant than anything, curious as to what might be inside.
"Is this really the place?" Chaeyoung wonders aloud, her voice full of excitement and anticipation.
"Yes," one of the crew softly replies.
"What is this place? It could be like an indoor pool," Chaeyoung suggests, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.
She walks a bit further and reaches the entrance of the indoor swimming area. It didn't take long for her to realize that her assumption was correct.
"An indoor pool? Oh wow, it really is," Chaeyoung exclaims, her voice filled with awe.
As she steps further inside, the view switches to a bird's eye view of the entirety of the swimming area from a drone camera. Despite her tall frame, the captured angle makes Chaeyoung look like a small figure in this large aquatic paradise.
"Wow. This place looks nice," she murmurs to herself. "They even have big slides!"
She continues to explore the vast complex, taking in the many sights and sounds around her. Her eagerness to take a dip in the many pools becomes more and more evident as she starts to softly whine every time her eyes catch anything new and exciting.
"You want to swim, don't you?" one of the crew playfully asks Chaeyoung, teasing her.
"Of course," she replies with a mischievous smile, before letting out a deep sigh. "I wish I didn't wear this outfit."
"But you look good in it."
"But I want to swim," she pouts, defeated as she looks at her clothing.
The crew chuckles at her cute yet disappointed expression.
"Can we go back here again?" she asks.
"Maybe?" the crew replies, a teasing tone in their voice.
Her eyes widened in hope and excitement. "Really? We can?"
"Well, we can certainly try to make it happen," they respond, their tone filled with amusement.
"Yes!" Chaeyoung claps her hands in glee.
"But this is a filming studio, after all," they point out.
"Ugh…" Chaeyoung groans, sounding frustrated.
"So we should coordinate with them first if we can use this place again," they suggest.
"It's a shame we can't just go here whenever we can," she pouts.
The crew again laughs at her remarks.
Her witty nature, paired with her playful banters, makes Chaeyoung a delight to work with. She's more than just a pretty face, her vibrant and welcoming personality makes her a good addition to any project. Many fans often discuss how she rarely lands any invitations to shows or events, be it as a guest or a host. Her level of professionalism, paired with her natural charm, will make her a great asset to any production.
Chaeyoung and the crew continue to explore the huge swimming facility, stumbling into more breathtaking pools and attractions along the way. They then end up in a huge yet shallow pool. What's interesting is that despite the water being shallow, it doesn't look like a pool meant for children. The pool is decorated as if it's a sports arena, with goals on each end and border lines drawn on the bottom. A scoreboard is also visible, adding to the air of competition and excitement.
"Wow! This area looks great!" Chaeyoung exclaims, her eyes lighting up with curiosity.
She then proceeds to walk further into the pool area, trying to get a closer look at the intricately designed space. But as she takes a few more steps, the crew then takes their leave to let her explore on her own. She waves and bows at them as her way of appreciation for accompanying her thus far. As they part ways, the camera view then switches to those inside the area, capturing the entire place from much better angles.
As she goes deeper into the pool area, she notices a man nearby who seems to be doing some stretches.
"Uhh… Hello," Chaeyoung tries to grab the man's attention with a friendly tone as she steps closer to him.
"Ah! Hello there," the man turns to her and slightly bows, a polite smile on his face.
"Hello to you as well," she responds with a warm smile before bowing in return.
The man stands up from his task and walks closer to Chaeyoung, offering a friendly handshake.
"So I will be your partner today."
She softly giggles before accepting her handshake. "Pleased to meet you."
"Likewise," he replies, his voice calm and friendly. "Chaeyoung, is it?"
"Yes. I guess I'm in the right place," she says with a playful grin.
"I guess you are," he chuckles. "So, are you ready?"
Chaeyoung then looks at him, dumbfounded.
"Eh?"
"I was told that we're going to have a friendly game of water polo," he explains, pointing towards the goals and lines in the pool.
She is then left speechless for a moment, her eyes staring at nothing in particular as she looks as if she's processing her situation.
"So, are you up for it?" he asks her again, his voice filled with anticipation.
Chaeyoung then chuckles, still staring into nothingness, before looking at him. "I wasn't even informed that I'll be swimming today."
She then turns her attention to one of the many cameras surrounding them as if looking at the staff themselves.
"Why did you make me wear this?" she yells at them laughing, playfully pointing at her outrageous office get-up.
Her partner then bursts out laughing at her unexpected reaction. "Wait. What's wrong?"
Chaeyoung then looks at him, still laughing but looking defeated. "I can't swim in this!"
He scratches his head in amusement as he has never been in a situation quite like this before, let alone see someone attempt to swim wearing office attire.
"Well that can be a problem," he says, chuckling.
"Oh no," she then starts to worry about the challenge at hand. "Do I immediately fail the challenge?"
"I don't think so. No," he attempts to reassure her worries as he thinks of a way to salvage the situation.
Suddenly, one of the monitors in the room turns on, catching their attention. On the screen, a message appears where it says the following;
“SPOTLIGHTING CHALLENGE: SPLASH & BLAST>
Aim to be the best water polo player ever!
Score as much as you can against your opponent.
Regular water polo rules don’t apply. Do whatever you can to win!
Complete this mission to earn your group a reward.
GOOD LUCK AND HAVE FUN!"
They both read the message on the screen, their eyes widening in surprise. Chaeyoung then looks at him with eyes full of concern.
"A time limit? How much time do we have?" she asks, feeling lost and nervous.
The scoreboard suddenly hums to life, catching their attention. The timer displays 120 minutes on the clock, making them realize they have a generous amount of time to complete the challenge.
"Oh, neat," he remarks. "We have plenty of time."
“Yeah,” She nods as she thinks about her situation. "But I'm wearing these clothes…"
"Right," he responds with a small chuckle.
"What should I do?" she asks, her worry slowly getting the best of her.
As he struggles to think of a way to help her, he shrugs his shoulders. "I guess you'd have to take them off."
"Sure," She chuckles nervously. “But you see…”
“Yes?” he asks.
"I don't have any swimsuits on me," she admits, blushing.
He then let out a chuckle at her sudden confession. "So you're just in your underwear, then?"
She nods at him. "Yep."
"If that's the case," he pauses for a moment, before adding, "Then it won't be much different from regular water polo."
"Really?" Chaeyoung's eyes widened, curious to hear his thoughts.
"Yes. Some beginners play water polo in their underwear, with the lack of preparation and all," he further explains, chuckling as he goes.
"I see…" she nods as she understands the situation. "So my case is actually a common thing, huh?"
"Correct," he nods, smiling. "Even professionals do their practice rounds wearing underwear when they forget to bring one."
“Is that so?” She laughs. "So it's just practice for me then."
He chuckles. "You can say that."
Suddenly, all her worries seem to have vanished. She smiles and nods at herself, a look of determination in her eyes.
"Alright," she exclaims, excited to accept the challenge. "I'll take the challenge then."
"That's the spirit!" He cheers her and gives her a thumbs up.
"So…"
Chaeyoung's eyes then begin to wander around the pool area, as if looking for something.
"Should I just strip here?"
Her query catches him off guard, blushing before laughing at himself. "Ah, right. The nearest changing room is a bit far from here. It might take you a while to walk there."
"I see," she responds, understanding the situation. "Guess I’ll do a quick one here."
"Sure. I’ll stay back," He tells her as he steps back a few steps, raising his arm as he does.
"Right! Let's do this, then…"
Chaeyoung steps a bit away from him and begins to undress.
Her partner is then left to watch her as she attempts to remove every article of her clothing. Her high heels come off first, then the belt that holds the entire ensemble, followed by her orange tube dress. As she is halfway through unzipping the dress, she suddenly stops, looking at him for a moment.
"Oh. Umm…" She looks at him, feeling shy.
"What is it?" he asks, curious.
"Can you…" she pauses, her hands pointing at the stuck zipper.
"You want me to help you with that?" He asks again, smirking this time.
She nods, feeling embarrassed.
"Yes, please…"
"Sure thing," he nods and approaches her.
He grabs hold of the zipper with one hand, the other resting on Chaeyoung's shoulder. His strength easily resists the dress, as it slides downwards without issue. She then sighs with relief, another piece of clothing is peeled off her body.
"Phew," she sighs, relieved. "Thank you."
"No problem," He smiles at her before gesturing at her if he can let go of the dress. "May I?"
"Yes," she replies with a smile, her eyes glancing at his hands.
He lets go of his hands and like a swift wind, her orange dress slides down her body. Chaeyoung’s partner stands there, admiring her figure as she is left in her white buttoned shirt with a hint of her blue panties peeking from the bottom.
"Wow. You look beautiful," he compliments her, a hint of admiration in his voice.
"Thank you," he smiles and blushes.
She then goes back to business and unbuttons her shirt, revealing her bright blue bra. She slowly slides the garment down her arms, slowly revealing her slender body to him. He can't help but have his mouth open, his eyes admiring her beautiful physique. If anyone else was in his position, they would've pounced at her and ravished her right then and there, but he doesn't. He restrains himself as much as he can. And who knows? Maybe something interesting will happen along the way.
After a few seconds of gazing at her, he snaps himself back to reality, remembering the challenge at hand.
"So?" he asks her. "Ready?"
She nods, smiling. "Yes. Shall we?"
"After you," he gestures at her to dip in first.
Chaeyoung nods again and walks closer to the pool. She steps in it, slightly wincing as the water comes up to her calves.
"Ooh! It's cold," she whines, slightly grimacing.
"Are you okay?" he asks, curious to hear her response. "Is the water good?"
"I'm fine," she says, reassuring him. "Just a little chilly."
"Good to hear," he giggles, following her into the pool.
They perform quick stretches before they position themselves to face each other, ready to play a game of water polo.
"So, the goal is to score as many goals as I can, right?" Chaeyoung asks, feeling excited and nervous about the challenge at hand.
"Yes. So do your best," he replies with a wide grin, excitement evident in his tone.
"Right," she smiles, nodding at his response. "And go easy on me."
"I'll try," he chuckles, his eyes smiling along with his lips.
Chaeyoung then nods and readies herself to play.
The clock begins to tick, counting down before starting the game.
3… 2… 1…
And with a loud horn, the game starts.
The slightly serene water of the pool is replaced with large splashes as the two move fast toward the ball floating in the middle. Chaeyoung’s partner was able to reach it first with his long arms, but she swiftly reacted by swatting it away. Both then swim as fast as they can to recover the ball. Luckily for her, the water moves the ball closer to her position and she can reach it just before he does.
"Not too bad," he comments, impressed at how fast she is.
She smirks as if she already has a plan in mind. "You better get ready!"
Chaeyoung rushes toward the goal as fast as she can. In response, her partner moves towards it as well to defend it. As they near the goal, Chaeyoung, with the ball in her hands, attempts a big swing towards it, aiming for the side. He catches onto her plan and immediately positions himself in front of the goal, blocking it. With no time to waste, she lets out a loud grunt as she propels the ball out of his hands, hoping that it lands in the goal.
Unfortunately, the ball falls short, falling inches in front of him instead.
She grimaces as her attempt to score fails.
“Ah, no way!”
"Nice try, though," he says, smirking.
She hesitates to approach the ball for another attempt. But as she sees him, who is much closer, reaching for it, she abandons her plan.
"Oh, no…" she hisses. "Not on my watch."
Without a moment's hesitation, Chaeyoung drags herself towards her own end of the pool, leaving her partner with the ball. As she gets nearer to her goal line, she looks back to check his position. And to her surprise, he's already behind her, halfway through the pool, with the ball in his hands.
"Okay!" he yells, smiling. "My turn!"
"Wha—?!" she reacts, her eyes widening.
"Got you!" he says, as he winds her arms for the throw.
"Wait! That's unfair!" she frantically swims away, attempting to put some distance between them.
With the ball in his hands, he throws it straight towards the goal. As Chaeyoung desperately tries to catch up to the ball, she slips backward. This causes her to flail her arms and legs wildly. But with a stroke of luck, as she stumbles around in the pool, her feet catch the ball, hitting it. The ball then flies outside of the pool, landing on the hard floor of the facility.
"Oh!" he exclaims as he watches everything unfold. "That was something else."
After a few moments, Chaeyoung recovers her footing and is then left standing in the shallow pool, still disoriented from the tumble.
"Are you okay?" he asks, concerned.
She nods and raises her hand as if giving him a thumbs up. She wipes the water from her face and her hair, taking a few breaths as she recollects her thoughts.
"I'm okay," she chuckles, trying to catch her breath.
"That was quite a tumble you did," he comments, his voice full of concern.
"Yeah. I slipped," she replies, slightly shaking her head.
"I saw that," he giggles. "Are you good to go?"
"Yeah. Just a little bit dizzy," she reassures him, a hint of exhaustion in her tone.
"Okay. Let me just go get the ball," he says, getting off the pool to retrieve the ball.
"Wait. Where did it land?" she asks, scanning her surroundings for the lost item.
"It flew outside of the pool," he then pointed towards a spot outside. "Over there."
"Oh…" her eyes widen as she realizes her blunder. "I can't believe I kicked it that far."
He chuckles. "It happens to everyone. It's fine."
He quickly gets to where the ball is and picks it up.
"Let me get that," she says, moving towards him.
"Thanks," he smiles before softly tossing the ball to her. "Here you go."
"Oop!" she yelps, catching the ball in her hands. "Got it!"
"Nice catch," he praises her, smiling as he tosses himself into the pool.
"Thanks!" she smiles and waves, a hint of pride in her voice.
"Alright. Another round?" he asks, eager to start another round.
She nods. "Sure."
They again position themselves before resuming the game.
"Since you touched the ball before it went outside the pool," he says, looking at her. "The possession goes to me."
"Ah…" Chaeyoung sighs. "Fair enough."
He chuckles. "Don't worry. You'll get your chance to score."
"Yeah, yeah," she nods, smiling. "Do your worst."
She then throws the ball to him as they're about to start another round.
"No hard feelings?" he asks, a hint of teasing in his tone.
"Nah," She chuckles.
"But don't underestimate me."
"We'll see about that," he smiles as the horns sound, resuming the game.
Chaeyoung’s partner immediately makes a beeline towards the goal. His slim yet muscular build allows him to cut through the water with ease. But Chaeyoung isn't just a pretty face, as her lithe frame helps her keep up with his speed. Together with her silly and rather "unorthodox" methods of blocking him from scoring, her strategy is paying off, even though her opponent is much bigger than her. Neither of them is advancing any further, the two seemingly in a deadlock.
"You're good at this," he asks, impressed.
"Am I now?" she replies, smiling.
"Yes," he grins. "You should consider doing water polo as a hobby."
"I guess I should," she responds, giggling.
He chuckles. "Good to hear."
Their game goes on for quite some time with them in the same spot, neither of them scoring anything. Chaeyoung is doing everything she can to block his every move and eventually steal the ball from him, while her partner tries to get past her and keep the ball from her. They are growing tired of this stalemate, but neither of them is giving up anytime soon.
"Okay, now…" he suddenly pauses, raising his arms in the air.
"Eh?" Chaeyoung is left confused. "What now?"
"Time to score," he makes a sudden dash towards the goal.
"Hey! Wait!" she yelps, attempting to block him.
His sudden burst of energy catches her off guard and causes her to stumble again. He quickly uses this opportunity to gain more ground. He is slowly getting past her.
"Wait up… Nghh!" she groans as she desperately tries to catch up to him.
"This is it!" he declares, his voice filled with excitement.
He then winds up his arms for a throw. But as he is doing so, Chaeyoung quickly recovers and desperately halts his movements just in time, her arms locking with his, rendering him unable to shoot the ball.
"No, you won't!" She grunts, determined to stop him.
He is left powerless as he feels her strength, her hands clasping his tightly.
"Woah! You're strong," he gasps, taken aback by her power.
She looks at him, her eyes gleaming with confidence and determination.
"Not gonna let that happen!"
They continue to struggle against each other, their bodies touching as they attempt to overcome one another. As the situation for the first goal becomes tense, their clashing bodies cause them to stumble and fall into the water. But even after falling, Chaeyoung's hands remain firm on his, determined not to lose. In such desperation, she tries to grab a hold of him in any way that she can. She manages to get a grip on his waist, but that's when things take a turn for the worse.
As Chaeyoung’s partner finds a way to let go of her, her hands unknowingly grab her trunks. With not a lot of options in his hands, he decides to just sprint for the goal. But as he does so, her tight grip causes the trunks to slide off his waist, revealing his privates.
"What the?" his eyes widened, caught off guard by what happened.
"Ahh!" she lets out a yelp, surprised.
His face flushes in embarrassment as he tries to cover his private area with the ball in his arms.
"Wait a minute. Lemme just…" He fumbles around, trying to pull his trunks back up.
"Ah! Uhh… Sorry!" she apologizes, feeling flustered.
"Heheh… No worries," he giggles, feeling awkward about the situation.
She blushes, avoiding his gaze. "I'm really sorry about that."
"No, really. It's all good," he says, smiling.
"I wasn't thinking that…" she says, shaking her head.
"No need to worry. It was an accident," he says, grinning.
"Right," she responds, nodding. "Still, I'm really sorry."
"It's alright," he reassures her. "We can still continue the game."
"Mhmm… Sure," she nods, still looking flustered from the incident.
"Hmmm…" he inspected her for a moment, thinking. "Are you sure you're good?"
"Yes. I'm fine," she replies, nodding.
"Okay. If you say so," he responds.
"But how about we take a break?"
"Can we?" she asks, feeling excited at the thought.
"Sure. Seems like we both could use a breather," he says, grinning.
"Well… Alright then," she giggles.
He then extends his hand, gesturing at her to take his hand.
"Shall we?"
She grabs her hand as he helps her get back up.
"Thanks," she says, smiling.
"No problem," he grins.
They then get off the pool, walking towards a row of lounge chairs placed nearby.
"Ahh…" she sighs as she sits on the chair stretching her body. "That was exhausting."
"Yeah," he nods as he hands her over a pair of towels. "But was it fun?"
"Definitely!" she smiles as she grabs one of the towels. "Thank you, by the way."
“Don't mention it," he grins. "So how about some drinks?"
"I would love to," she smiles as she wraps herself in the towel. "I'll wait here if that's alright with you."
Chaeyoung's partner then heads over to the bar nearby to get some refreshments. She is left to her thoughts, thinking about how the game went so far.
“Jeez. This is really exciting.”
A smile spreads across her face, feeling delighted about the current situation. She then feels a slight tingle down her thighs, as if she's getting turned on.
"Nghh… This is bad," she whispers to herself, stroking her thighs, attempting to calm her urges.
She then looks at where her partner is, watching him grab a couple of drinks at the bar. He seems to be taking his time doing so.
The coast is clear.
She shifts her thighs, trying to ease the sensation. But instead of stopping, it only gets stronger. She lets out a soft moan, her body feeling the familiar heat.
"No, not here," she whispers to herself, her hands stroking her thighs, attempting to calm her urges.
As if she can't control her body anymore, her fingers wander downwards. A sudden wave of pleasure washes over her as her fingers gently touch her pussy.
"Fuck… So good," she murmurs, her fingers continuing to play with her wet lips.
Chaeyoung, unable to resist the temptation, decides to give in. Her fingers continue to tease her body, her pussy getting wetter with each touch. She begins to slowly up the pace, muffling her moans as her fingers thrust in and out of her pussy.
"Hngh!" she hisses, biting her lip. "So close…."
She begins to quicken her pace, her fingers plunging deep into her pussy. The intense stimulation causes her legs to buckle, her toes curling with pleasure.
"Ugh… Yes…" she gasps, her fingers fucking her pussy fast.
Her fingers reach deeper into her, sending a powerful surge of pleasure up her spine. She is close to the climax.
But just as she's about to reach her orgasm, the sudden sound of her partner's voice causes her to freeze in her tracks.
"Hey, Chaeyoung…" his voice rings in her ears.
Her eyes dart towards the direction of the voice. He's getting close.
"Shit! What timing," she hisses, frustrated, quickly removing her hand from her pussy.
She then quickly pulls her hands up and wipes her juices on the towel. She adjusts her sitting position afterward, trying to make herself look natural.
“Sorry, I took so long,” he apologizes as he hands her a cold bottle of soda. “Here’s your drink.”
"Oh! T-thank you," she replies, her hands shaking as she grabs the bottle.
"Hmmm…" he looks at her, curious. "Are you okay?"
"M-me? Yeah! I'm fine," she replies, laughing awkwardly.
“Are you sure?” he continues to stare at her, looking as if he doesn't believe her. “You look red.”
"R-red? Me?" she giggles awkwardly. “I-it’s probably the… Heat. Yes! T-that’s it.”
"Well…" he says, shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know if I grabbed a good drink for you. The bar doesn't seem to have much to offer."
"It's fine! T-this is nice," she giggles.
"Well that's good to hear," he smiles, before laying down on the chair next to her.
She opens her bottle and gulps down half of the content as if her throat is parched.
"Phew…" she sighs, wiping her mouth.
"You seem thirsty," he comments.
His sudden query almost made Chaeyoung spill her drink.
"T-thirsty?" she frantically responds, almost stuttering.
"Yeah. You seem to be sipping your drink fast," he points out.
"Ahh… That. Hehehe," she awkwardly giggles, a hint of nervousness in her voice. "Well, y’know… It's been a hot day."
"Yeah. It sure is," he replies, relaxing his body. "This weather makes me feel hot and sticky."
"Sticky, huh…" she murmurs to herself, trying to keep her composure.
"So how's the game so far? You're holding up well," he compliments her, a playful grin on his face.
"Ah, yes," she nods, laughing. "I, uhh… I'm doing my best."
"You have the makings of a good water polo player," he adds, his grin growing wider.
"Is that so?" she continues to laugh, her cheeks blushing.
"You gave me a hard score, after all," he remarks, chuckling.
"I did, didn't I?" she giggles, feeling embarrassed.
"Yeah. You're creative in your tactics, too," he adds.
"C-creative?" she asks, curious.
"Well, you know…" he then slightly tugs her swimming trunks, reminding her of the silly incident earlier.
"O-oh," she blushes, remembering what happened. "That one…"
"It was a pretty bold move if you ask me," he chuckles, amused.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen," she apologizes, looking embarrassed.
"You don't have to apologize," he says, his voice calm.
"I… I got so into the game that I didn't notice what I was doing," she explains, looking embarrassed.
"Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, right?" he jokes, smirking. "I might even do the same thing if the situation calls for it."
Chaeyoung's eyes then widened, surprised at his answer. "R-really? You mean…"
"Just kidding!" he bursts into laughter, finding her reaction amusing. "You're only in your underwear, so I wouldn't consider doing that."
"But you're only wearing trunks yourself!" she exclaims, chuckling. "We're pretty much on the same boat here."
"So are you proposing an 'equal' fight, then?" he grins, teasing her.
"Well… I mean…" Chaeyoung blushes, feeling shy. "Ah! Forget what I said."
"Come on now. Don't get shy on me," he teases, smirking.
She hesitates to let out what's on her mind. Granted her sexual frustration and her partner's teasing are getting the better of her, but she eventually gives in.
"Fine," she grumbles.
"So what is it?" he asks, his voice calm and patient.
"Well," she pauses for a moment, her eyes wandering. "I was just saying that maybe it's okay if we could just—"
The horn suddenly blares aloud, interrupting her speech.
"Oh. Time's up already?" he asks, getting back up.
Chaeyoung then sighs at the impeccable timing. "So it is."
"Well, shall we go back?" he asks, lending her a hand to stand up.
"Sure," she replies, nodding. "Let's go."
They then both head back into the water to continue where they left off. They are left with 23 minutes on the clock.
"Ready for more?" he asks, smiling.
She smiles, her body ready. "Yeah. Let's do this!"
And with another loud blare of the horn, the game resumes.
Both of them hauls ass towards the middle, trying to get to the ball first. Chaeyoung manages to reach the ball first and firmly grasps it with both hands.
"Aha!" she declares. "Got it!"
"Nicely done!" her partner applauds her, smiling.
"Hehe… Thanks," she replies, giggling. "Now it's my turn!"
She does all she can to reach the goal as fast as she can. However, his athletic frame makes him move to block it before she can reach it.
"I want to see you try scoring again," he says, smirking.
"Aish…" She grunts, her eyes determined. "We'll see about that."
As Chaeyoung approaches the goal, she slowly thinks of a way to overcome him. An idea then suddenly pops into her head, giving her a newfound motivation.
"Okay…" she mumbles, as she comes up with a plan.
"Ready when you are," he firmly stands in his position, his eyes fixed on the ball.
Suddenly, she then attempts a flurry of fake shots, jumping in all directions in the hopes of baiting him to fall off-balance. As silly as she looks, her partner reacts in kind, trying to block her in every direction she jumps.
"I'm gonna get you!" she declares, giggling.
"Try if you can," he retorts, his grin widening.
As competitive as they get, a glimmer of joy and fun is present in their eyes. They're having fun. The fierce tension in the air doesn't stop them from enjoying themselves.
After a few moments, Chaeyoung finally takes the bait and dashes straight towards the goal, the ball in her hand. Her partner follows suit, hoping to stop her. They both rush towards each other to accomplish their own plans. As they come closer to each other and the tension continues to rise, Chaeyoung decides to jump out of the water as high as she can and throws the ball towards the goal.
"Get in there!" she yells as she lets go of the ball.
He reacts by reaching for the ball with his hand, attempting to block the shot.
"Got it!" he said in glee.
But in the nick of time, Chaeyoung swats the ball away with her hands, sending it upwards towards the goal.
They were frozen in their tracks, watching where the ball would land. A mix of emotions fills them both as it comes nearer to the goal.
"Did I score?"
"Did she miss?"
The ball then touches the edge of the goal, sending it bouncing to the side and landing a few inches away from the goal line.
"Agh! No!" Chaeyoung cries as the ball falls short of the goal.
"Whew! That was a close one," her partner exclaims, a bit exhausted.
He then rushes to recover the ball, attempting to score his own. But despite her failed attempt, she is quick to react and runs for her side of the pool to defend her goal.
"No way am I letting you score that easily!" she declares, smirking
He chuckles. "Good. Bring it on, then."
He winds up his arms for a big throw, while she prepares herself for his next move. He throws the ball as high as he can, far from her reach. But Chaeyoung isn't going to let him win that easily. She jumps another time, and with her long reach, is able to grab the ball in mid-air. It sends the ball out of bounds, outside the pool.
"Nice!" she exclaims, pumping her fist in the air.
"Ugh…" he groans, slightly annoyed. "That was a good block."
"Thanks," she smiles. "I have a good opponent."
"I'm honored," he chuckles.
After exchanging compliments and a few seconds of rest, they again prepare themselves for more water polo. They continue to attempt to score a goal for themselves as the other party tries their best to block their every move. Their restraints are slowly coming off as the two of them are willing to get up close and personal with each other during the game. With how serious the two of them are getting, Chaeyoung's partner can't help but exert a bit of his strength tussling against her. His hands, in a desperate attempt to retrieve the ball, accidentally end up grasping the softness of her butt
"Hngh!" she suddenly lets out a sharp gasp.
"Oh. Sorry!" he apologizes, retracting his hands.
"It… It's fine," she quickly recovers, smiling. "D-don't worry about it."
"Alright then," he says, still looking a bit apologetic.
They continue playing, but the situation seems to have shifted into a more sexual one. It's evident in their eyes the fire that makes them determined to win the challenge. But at the same time, the same fire emanates a more intense passion between the two of them. Gone are the subtleties they have for each other from the first few minutes of the challenge, now they're going all out, showing no signs of holding back.
As the game goes on, the two's bodies are getting closer and closer. Their touches aren't accidental anymore. They're deliberate, seeking a certain sensation from each other. And as their excitement grows, so does the tension in the air. The desire to get to each other becomes more apparent with each passing moment. This isn't just a game anymore. It has become a test of wills—a battle to see who'll succumb first. Getting physical is the name of the game, after all.
A few moments later, they again find themselves at a stalemate, the two staring at each other intently, neither giving up their guard.
"You're getting better at this," he comments, smirking.
She chuckles. "Not gonna let you score that easily."
"You think so, huh?" he asks, teasing her.
"Yeah, you bet," she replies, smirking.
"Well have at it, then," he says, challenging her.
As they are about to have another go, the horn blares out loud, catching their attention.
"Huh? Is it over already?" Chaeyoung asks, surprised.
"Doesn't seem like it," her partner responds, his gaze fixated on his timer. "We still have several minutes to go."
"Hmmm… Then what seems to be the—oh! Look at the screen."
They both then turn their heads toward the big screen in the middle. A message is being displayed, informing the players of another challenge.
"ATTENTION BOTH PLAYERS:
As neither player hasn't scored so far, we have decided to change the current challenge."
They are both confused, not expecting this sudden change.
"What does that mean?" Chaeyoung asks, perplexed.
"I have no idea," her partner shrugs. "Let's see what else is there to know."
The message on the screen changes again. It reads the following:
“SPOTLIGHTING CHALLENGE: SPLASH & BLAST
1. Can you be the best lover in the pool?
2. Try and make your partner cum as much as possible! There are no rules!"
3. Whoever cums the most loses.
4. Win this mission to earn your group a reward.
GOOD LUCK AND HAVE FUN!"
"Huh? What in the world is that?" Chaeyoung exclaims after reading the text on the screen, blushing.
"Woah!" his jaw drops, his eyes wide. "That's some challenge."
"So, are we really gonna…" she asks, looking at him, her face flustered.
"Looks like our game took a different turn, didn't it?" he chuckles, smiling at her.
"Yeah. I guess so," she giggles, her hands fiddling.
"Shall we… Do the challenge?" he asks, curious as to how she'll react.
She hesitates, her mind conflicted. However, the need to fulfill her lust and desires seems to overwhelm her, as she has no choice but to go with it.
"Uhmm… You see," she starts to say, her tone soft and a hint of embarrassment in her voice.
"You haven't done this yet, have you?" he asks, his expression calm.
"I mean…" Chaeyoung fiddles with her fingers, not looking him in the eye. "N-not that I haven't, but…"
"It's fine," he reassures her, smiling. "Bad experience?"
She shakes her head. "N-not with the real one, at least."
"I see," he nods, his hand grazing over her arm. "It's alright. We can just take it slow."
"Y-yeah, I guess…" she nods, agreeing.
They slowly approach each other, their bodies becoming closer and closer. They stare at each other's eyes, their bodies shivering. He then reaches out his hand and gently holds her chin, lifting it up, his face moving closer. She feels the warmth of his breath, their lips a mere centimeter apart.
"So, shall we begin?" he whispers, his voice soft and gentle.
She doesn't respond. Instead, she closes her eyes and presses her lips against his, sealing the deal.
Their bodies are pressed against each other, their skin touching, as the kiss grows deeper and longer. She wraps her arms around his waist, her hands touching his back. He, on the other hand, moves his hand down her hips, grabbing her buttocks.
"Mmmh…" she moans softly as their tongues intertwine.
Chaeyoung’s partner then slowly moves his hands towards her breast, his fingers fondling it. She lets out another soft moan, feeling his fingers rub her nipple.
"Feeling good?" he asks, breaking the kiss.
She nods, "Y-yes…"
He smiles, happy to see her reaction.
"I'll take it further," he says as he begins kissing her neck.
"Ahh… That tickles," she giggles, his kisses causing her body to tingle.
He continues to kiss her neck, his tongue tracing the curves of Chaeyoung's delicate skin. She moans softly, enjoying the sensation. His hand then slowly moves downwards, cupping her buttocks.
"Mnnh!" she gasps, his hands kneading her ass.
He smirks, amused at her reaction.
"Liking it?" he asks, grinning.
"Ahhh! Y-yes," she stammers, her body shuddering.
"Good," he says, his tone gentle. "I hope you're ready for more."
He continues to knead her soft butt, his hands grabbing a handful of her soft, round flesh. She lets out a series of moans, her body shivering with pleasure.
"Ahh, fuck…" she moans, her breathing getting heavy.
Her partner then continues his advance. As he moves his lips down her neck and onto her chest, he slowly unclasps her drenched bra, freeing her breasts from its confinement.
"Oh, wow… Chaeyoung-ah," he whispers, his eyes fixed on her chest.
Chaeyoung's nipples are already erect and glistening with the water from the pool. He then looks at her, his eyes burning with lust and desire.
"How cute," he whispers, his fingers gently tracing her nipples.
"Not there, not—hngh!" she whimpers, her body jolting from the touch.
He then continues to fondle her breasts, his fingers massaging her nipples. Her face turns red, feeling a tingling sensation in her body.
"Fuck… So good…" she pants, her voice soft and weak.
"You're really sensitive here, aren't you?" he teases, his voice playful.
Chaeyoung nods, her face flushed. "I… I'm just not used to—nghh!."
He chuckles, finding her reaction adorable.
"Let's move on to something else, then," he says, his voice calm.
"W-what is it? What are we going to—"
He places his index finger on her lips, signaling her to stop talking.
"Hush, Chaeyoung."
Her partner then lowers himself and grabs her panties, slowly sliding them off. He tosses her soaked underwear outside the pool, leaving her fully naked.
Chaeyoung attempts to cover her body with her hands as much as she can, her cheeks burning from the embarrassment.
"I-I hope you're l-liking the view," she stutters, her face turning a deep shade of red.
"Of course I do," he replies, his voice firm.
"I-I don't think I'm that—"
"Shhh…" he again interrupts her. "There's no need to be shy."
"O-okay…" she replies, nodding.
"Just relax and let me take care of you," he says, his voice soft and gentle.
His words send shivers down her spine, her body shivering from his words.
He slowly moves Chaeyoung's hand that covers her crotch and spreads her legs open, exposing her wet pussy.
"Such a pretty sight," he murmurs, admiring her glistening pussy.
"Mmmh… Can you stop?" she groans, her pussy aching with need.
"Oh, I’m sorry," he chuckles, his hands gently caressing her thighs.
"I'll get right into it."
"P-please… I can't wait," she stammers, her face red.
His hands slowly move upwards towards her inner thighs, his fingers grazing her delicate skin.
"So soft… So warm," he whispers, his fingers touching her folds.
"Aah! T-that's so good," she whimpers, her breathing getting heavy.
His fingers continue to explore her wet pussy, his fingertips caressing her sensitive clit.
"You're so wet, Chaeyoung," he teases, his fingers brushing against her swollen clit.
"T-that's because we… We're in w-water," she stutters, her body trembling.
"Excuses, excuses," he laughs, his tone playful. "You know what I mean."
"I-I can't help it!" she whines, her face flushed. "You're making me… Feel s-so good."
"Then let me make you feel even better," he says, his fingers now slowly penetrating her tight pussy.
"Ahh! Oh fuck," she yelps, her body shivering.
"Looks like you liked that," he whispers, his fingers pumping inside her.
She nods in response, her body shuddering with each thrust.
He adds another finger, his digits begin to thrust faster and harder.
"Fuck. So tight," he compliments, his voice husky. "You're taking my fingers so well"
"Ahhh! It's so… Deep!" Chaeyoung moans, her eyes shut tight.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" he asks, his fingers moving at a steady pace.
"Y-yes! Oh, shit. Yes!" she stammers, her body shuddering.
"Looks like you can't last much longer," he teases, his fingers continuing their assault.
"P-please… I'm gonna…" she looks at him with pleading eyes.
"Then go ahead. Cum for me," he commands, his fingers plunging deep.
Her body shakes as her orgasm approaches. She tries to grip whatever part of his body as best she can as her muscles tighten.
"I’m… I'm gonna!" she pants, her eyes squeezed shut.
"That's it, Chaeyoung. Just let go," he encourages, his voice gentle.
Finally, her body twitches and shudders, her pussy squeezing his fingers as her orgasm hits her hard. Her hips buck wildly, her body squirming as waves of pleasure wash over her. She elicits a loud moan as her pussy contracts, her juices spraying all over his hand.
"Yes! Oh fuck!" she yells, her body spasming.
"Good girl," he compliments her, his fingers still thrusting inside her.
"I'm cumming! Fuck! I'm cumming!" she cries, her voice quivering.
"Keep cumming," he instructs as he continues to finger her, his fingers reaching deeper inside her.
"Please! Ahhh!" she moans, her body shivering with ecstasy.
"Come on, Chaeyoung. Let it all out," he says, his voice calm.
"I-I can't! I'm gonna… I'm gonna—ahhh!" she screams, her pussy squeezing his fingers one last time before releasing a huge gush of fluid, like a floodgate bursting open to the pool.
"Yes! Yes! Agh!" she screams, her body convulsing as she cums, her juices spraying onto her partner's hand.
He slowly pulls out his fingers, his hands sticky from her fluids.
"You sure did cum a lot, Chaeyoung," he comments, a playful grin on his face.
She doesn't answer, her face red, her body shivering with aftershocks. Her chest heaves, her breaths coming in ragged pants.
"So how was it?" he asks, curious about her thoughts.
"I'm… I can't think," she murmurs, her voice weak.
He chuckles, amused by her reaction.
"Seems like you liked that," he says, his tone teasing.
As much as she hates to admit it, she replies with a subtle nod.
"Though I hope you're ready for more," he whispers, grinning.
"Fuck. You're gonna be the death of me," she grunts, her breath still shaky.
"Don't worry," he replies, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I'll be more gentle this time."
"For some reason, I don't believe you," she responds, her voice a mix of frustration and excitement.
"Oh, come on. I promise," he replies, his tone playful.
She sighs at his silly plea. "Fine. Whatever."
"So, anything on your mind?" he asks her, an excited glint in his eye.
Chaeyoung tries to think of something interesting to do with her partner. After a few seconds, she giggles before looking at him with a seductive smirk.
"How about…" she pauses for a moment, trying to build the tension.
"What is it?" he asks, his eyebrow raised.
"Hmmm… Come with me first!" She then grabs his arm and pulls him towards the edge of the pool.
He complies and allows her to drag him with her. Once they reach the edge, she pulls him in for a kiss before playfully pushing him, his back now against the wall.
"What now?" he asks, curious.
She doesn't reply, instead, her hands slowly move downwards. He gets the message and lets her work on removing his swimming trunks.
Chaeyoung's delicate hands slowly pull his shorts down, freeing his half-hard member. It seems that it hasn't reached its full size yet, but her eyes are fixed on such a huge object.
"Mmmh… It's so big," she murmurs, her eyes staring at his cock.
"I'm flattered," he smirks, his voice calm yet playful.
"You must be popular with the girls," she says, a playful smile on her face.
He chuckles. "You can say that."
She continues to stroke his member, her soft hands rubbing against his shaft. He closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation of her hands touching his skin.
"Ooh… Yeah," he groans. "You feel so nice."
"T-thank you," she giggles, her eyes glimmering with lust. "I'm trying to make this fucking cock bigger."
"Well, you're doing a good job," he grins, his cock slowly growing hard.
"Glad you're liking it," she replies as her pace gets faster, her hands quickly moving up and down his cock.
"Ugh… That's so good," he grunts, his hips rocking as her hands work their magic on his throbbing shaft.
"Enjoying the service?" she teases a hint of sarcasm in her tone.
"Why wouldn't I?" he responds, his voice calm. "You're good at this."
She giggles, amused at his comment. "Beginner's luck, I guess."
"I can't tell if you're serious or joking," he replies, chuckling.
"Who knows?" she winks. "Does it matter?"
He pulls Chaeyoung closer, their faces mere inches from each other. The tension between the two continues to build, their breaths coming out hot and heavy as they stare into each other's eyes.
"Not in the slightest," he says, his tone deep and husky.
Without warning, his lips crash into hers, his hands pulling her even closer. His tongue slides into her mouth, exploring every inch of her soft, warm cavity. The young lady, as inviting as ever, reciprocates with an eagerness of her own.
Their tongues intertwine, their lips locked together. The two are locked in a passionate embrace as if they are two lovers who haven't seen each other in years. They continue to press their bodies against each other, their breaths becoming louder and hotter as the kiss becomes more intense.
As their kiss grows more and more passionate, his cock throbs in her hands, her pace getting faster and faster. As his shaft becomes harder and harder in her hands, it pulsates and begins to twitch.
"Are you close?" Chaeyoung breaks the kiss, a seductive smile can be seen on her face.
He nods, his cock fully erect and ready to burst.
The response from her partner causes her to increase her pace, her soft, delicate hands stroking his shaft vigorously. His hips begin to rock, his breathing getting heavier and faster.
"F-fuck… I'm so close…"
"Yes. Let it out," she purrs, her voice sultry. "Give me all of it."
"Chaeyoung-ah, I'm gonna…"
With one final stroke, his cock bursts, releasing a massive load of thick, white cum, covering her hands. She does her best to catch all of his semen in her hands, but the excessive amount he releases proves to be too much for her to handle and drips to the water below. She continues to stroke his shaft, milking his cock as her hands are fully covered in his seed.
"Oh, fuck…" he groans, his cock twitching as his load spurts out of his cock.
"You liked that, didn't you?" she asks, smirking.
"Hell yeah, I did," he chuckles, his body feeling exhausted.
"I can see why you're popular with the girls," she teases, her fingers scooping his seed and licking it off her fingers.
"Delicious."
He smiles. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."
"But.." she smirks, her eyes glinting with mischief. "The game's not over yet."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Chaeyoung quickly lowers herself, her face now positioned right in front of his member. Without hesitation, she engulfs his cock with her mouth, her lips wrapping around the tip. Little by little, she forces herself to take his girthy shaft, her throat struggling to fit his length.
"H-hey!" he exclaims, surprised at her bold move.
She ignores her partner and continues to suck his cock, her pace increasing. Her mouth makes slurping noises, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks him vigorously.
"Mmmh," she hums, his cock deep in her mouth.
"F-fuck… That's so good," he moans, his voice heavy with pleasure.
"I know," she mumbles, her lips wrapped around his cock.
"God… So good," he growls, his hips moving.
She continues to suck him, her head bobbing up and down his shaft. She looks up at him, her eyes filled with lust and desire looking straight at him. Her eyes are like that of a predator, her prey now at her mercy.
"Ugh, shit…" he mutters, his breathing becoming heavier. "You're eager to get ahead of me, huh?"
She didn't answer. But her increase in speed and intensity is proof of her determination to beat him.
"Yes, that's it. Just like that," he praises, his voice heavy with arousal. "Fuck… Your mouth feels so fucking good."
She retreats and releases his member, a thick strand of cum and saliva connecting his swollen tip and her soft lips.
"Hope you don't mind me getting another point," she teases, a playful grin on her face.
"Just get on with it, " he grunts, smiling. "Fuck, you're a lewd sight."
"Oh shut up and enjoy, will you?" She teases, her tone sultry.
"You don't have to ask me twice," he chuckles, amused.
Chaeyoung again engulfs his shaft, her tongue lapping on his sensitive skin. She takes him whole in one go this time, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Her eager attempt causes her to choke, but she does her best to not gag.
"Fuck… You're too good," he praises, his voice shaking.
She resumes to suck his cock, her head moving up and down his shaft. Her throat quickly adjusts to his size, allowing her to take him in deeper and deeper. Her eyes never leave him, her gaze fixated on him as her mouth is full of his member, her head bobbing furiously.
"Fuck! I think I'm gonna cum again," he grunts, his breathing becoming ragged.
Like a signal, her pace increases. She is determined to make him cum again. She wants more of his semen. She is hungry for it.
"H-holy fuck," he pants, his eyes shutting tight. "I'm close, Chaeyoung!"
Her pace increases even more, her head wildly bobbing up and down his length as she attempts to make him cum. She can't seem to resist his taste, as if it's a drug.
"S-shit… I'm gonna explode!" he growls, his body twitching.
She feels his cock pulsating in her mouth, his length fully erect and ready to burst. She drives herself to the brink of madness, her pace so fast and violent that she begins to gag. She doesn't care. She wants his semen. She needs it.
With a loud, guttural moan, his hips buck and his cock explodes, sending a massive load of his hot seed inside her mouth. Her eyes widen as she struggles to take it all in, but his release is too much, catching her off guard. A thick trail of his cum drips out of her mouth and down her chin. She gags and chokes, but she does her best to swallow every last drop. His orgasm continues for a few moments longer, his load continuing to spew inside her mouth, his cock pulsating and throbbing.
"Fuck! S-so good," he pants, his body shuddering.
After an almost non-stop stream of cum, his cock finally stops releasing, and Chaeyoung slowly withdraws from him. Thick strands of his semen and saliva connect his shaft and her lips, making an erotic mess of her. It seems crazy how such a pretty girl like her can look even more attractive with the amount of cum on her face.
"Goddamn," he says, his breathing heavy. "That was amazing."
She licks her lips clean, his cum still dripping down her chin.
"How was it, hmmm?" she asks, her voice sultry.
"Amazing. Best blowjob ever."
"Good," she smiles, her expression smug. "I can tell you enjoyed it."
"You bet I did."
"It's not everyday an idol would give anyone a… Special fanservice."
"Guess I'm a lucky fan, then."
"Lucky indeed. Though the game's not over yet, is it"
"What do you mean? I already came twice."
"Doesn't mean we're done, does it?"
Despite spurting such a huge amount twice in a row, her words seem to excite him still. His cock springs back to life, already at half-mast.
"You're right," he grins, leaning closer to her. "We're not done yet."
"That's the spirit," she smiles. "Though I'll be taking the lead."
"Oh?"
"You can rest for a bit," she says, her tone playful.
"You think I can't keep up with you?" he asks in an intrigued yet playful tone.
"Not really," she giggles. "You just look like you're about to pass out."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah," she replies, chuckling. "And what are you gonna do about it?"
Feeling challenged, he quickly grabs Chaeyoung by her legs and lifts her up the water.
"I'm gonna show you that I can still keep up," he growls, his eyes full of determination.
"W-woah!" she yelps, taken aback by his sudden move. "What are you doing?"
"Giving you a ride," he responds, his hands firmly gripping her thighs.
"Eh? A r-ride?"
"That's right," He nods, smiling. His cock slightly grazes against her inner thighs, slowly nearing her crotch. "You wanted to lead, right?"
"Yeah, but—"
"Then here's your chance," he interrupts, grinning.
"Wait, what are you—oh! Oh fuck!" she gasps, suddenly feeling his cock penetrating her pussy.
He enters her with a powerful thrust, his shaft sliding all the way inside her tight, warm walls.
"Shit. So tight," he groans, his cock throbbing inside her.
"F-fuck… Y-you're so big!" she whimpers, feeling his girth stretching her insides.
"And you're soaking wet, Chaeyoung," he smirks, amused.
"W-what are you talking about? I'm not—ahh!" she moans, her body jolting with every thrust.
"I'm not gonna let you win that easily," he grunts, his pace slow but firm.
"Oh yeah? Nghh! Y-you… Think you're gonna w-win?"
"Still underestimating me, huh?" he growls, his fingers digging into her fleshy butt.
Despite the tough shell she displays, his aggressive moves make her moan involuntarily. Her arms wrap around his neck, while her legs lock around his waist. Try as she might, the immense pleasure seems to be flooding her inhibitions away.
"Nghh! F-fuck…"
"You're liking this, huh?" her partner taunts her as his pace quickens.
"Ahh… S-so good," she whispers, her voice shaking.
"That's what I thought," he smirks.
He continues to pound her with his cock, his shaft reaching her deepest depths.
"F-fuck! D-don't… Go faster!" Chaeyoung screams, her face flushed.
"Who do you think will win, huh?" he teases, his voice full of arrogance.
"Fuck you!" she snaps, her body trembling.
"I like it when you talk dirty," he chuckles, amused.
He thrusts his cock deep inside her, causing her to gasp.
"Nghhh! Shit!" she yells, her pussy tightening around his shaft.
"Feeling good?"
"N-no! I'm just… Mhhh!" she protests, her voice weak.
"Just admit it," he says, his cock pulsating inside her.
"Aghhh! T-that's cheating!" she complains, her body shuddering.
"Excuses, excuses…" he smirks, his thrusts becoming deeper and stronger.
"I'm gonna… W-win, you know," she boasts, challenging him.
"Really, huh?" he chuckles, looking at her dazed eyes. "Looks like you can't even think properly."
"You're just… Nghhh! You're moving too fast!" she exclaims, her voice weak.
"Then if that's the case…" he then walks slowly towards the pool stairs, his cock still deep inside her.
"W-what are you… Hahh! What are you doing?"
"Giving you a proper ride," he says, his tone smug.
He takes slow but heavy steps as he carries her towards the pool stairs, making her squeal with each movement.
"You… Y-you're so mean," she whines, her pussy tightening.
"Sorry, Chaeyoung. But we're against each other here," he says, his eyes full of mischief.
"Fuck!" she whispers angrily to herself in frustration.
"What's the matter?" he taunts, his cock sliding inside her with ease.
"N-nothing… Hngh!" she grunts, her teeth gritting.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! Fuck! Just… Just fucking fuck me! Goddammit!" Chaeyoung admittedly yells, her face red and flushed.
"Now that's more like it," he smirks, amused.
Her partner resumes his relentless assault, pounding her hard and deep as they near the edge of the pool. Chaeyoung's moans are getting louder and louder, her body quivers as if she got shocked by lightning.
"Shit… You're so big…" she whispers, her body shaking with pleasure.
"Feeling good, aren't you?" he taunts, his pace steady.
"Nghh… No!" she replies, her trembling in frustration and pleasure. "T-this is… Fuck!"
"That's what I thought," he sneers.
"Ahhh! When are you gonna stop?" she whines, her voice full of desperation.
"When I'm done," he answers, his tone casual.
"Y-you…" she grunts, her face red. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Of course," he answers with a smug grin on his face.
"Oh, fuck me…" she whispers, her breathing heavy.
"Looks like someone's getting close," he comments, his voice full of amusement.
"No I'm not! I'm—fuck!" she snaps, her voice shaking.
"Come on. You're denying it but you're pussy's getting tighter," he teases.
"Nghh… Fine!" she finally gives in.
"I'm… Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"
"There we go," he smirks, his cock throbbing. "An honest answer."
"B-but… Not before you!" she shouts, her pussy squeezing his cock.
"Heh. Still got some fight left in you, huh?"
"M-maybe… I-I don't know!" she yells, her face red.
"Well, if that's the case, then I better make sure you can't keep up," he sneers, his cock pounding her with reckless abandon as he exits the pool. Despite his aggressive movements, he gently lowers Chaeyoung to the pool’s deck, his cock never leaving the tight embrace of her walls.
He then continues his relentless assault, his thrusts deep and rough. He moves his hands to her breasts and starts to massage her perky, erect nipples.
"F-fuck… Not my nipples!" she whimpers, her pussy clenching around his shaft.
"Feels good, huh?"
"Hahh… Y-yes," she admits, her face flushed.
"There’s a good girl," he smiles, his fingers pinching her nipples. He then leans forward to suck on them, his tongue swirling around her sensitive nubs.
"Aghh! Don't suck on them!" she whines, her voice weak.
He doesn't answer. He keeps on sucking her nipple as his cock pounds her as deep and as hard as he could.
"Fuck! I'm gonna go crazy, you asshole!" she yells, her face red and hot.
"That's what I like to hear," he chuckles.
"But I'm not… Losing… To you!" Chaeyoung grunts, sounding determined despite her weak position.
"We'll see about that," her partner replies, his pace picking up.
"Ahhh! Fuck! You're going too fast!" she protests, her hands reaching for his back, her nails digging into his skin.
He continues his relentless assault, his pace unrelenting as his cock ravages her insides.
"S-stop…" she whispers, her body shivering with pleasure. "I can't take it anymore!"
"Then cum," he says, his breath heavy. "I know you want to."
"B-but… But I…"
"Shhh…" he shushes her. "I'll do it with you."
"Nghh… B-but I'm not gonna lose to—"
His lips interrupt her words, gently crashing into hers. Chaeyoung tries to resist, but her mind becomes blank as his tongue slides into her mouth.
Despite the feisty attitude she's showing towards him, she kisses him back as their tongues intertwine in a passionate dance. Gone are their antagonistic antics against each other, and the only evident thing are fervent thrusts and muffled moans from the two of them.
The tension builds and their kiss grows more intense. Their hips move together as one, their bodies grinding against each other. They are locked in a passionate embrace, their desire burning deep within them.
"Fuck," he groans. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
"Aghh! S-stop… You're making me…" she stammers, her voice soft.
"Come on, Chaeyoung. Give me all you got," he whispers, his cock pounding her deep.
"F-fuck…" she grunts, her eyes squeezed shut. "I'm gonna cum again!"
"That's right," he coos in her ears. "Let me feel you cum."
"Y-yes!" she cries, her voice strained. "Oh shit… Ahh!"
With a loud moan, Chaeyoung’s pussy clenches his cock, her body convulsing as her orgasm hits her hard, waves of pleasure washing over her. She can't do anything but hold onto her partner’s back as her orgasm ravages her body, her arms and legs locked around him. Her juices spray uncontrollably out of her, covering his cock with her sticky fluids.
"Ahh! Fuck!" he yells, his body shivering as his orgasm approaches. "My turn… Hngh!"
"C-cum inside me, p-please…" she begs, her voice weak.
"Here it comes… Nrgh!"
After a few wild thrusts, his cock bursts inside her, releasing a huge load of his thick, hot seed. His hips rock and buck as his cock spews a massive stream of cum, his semen overflowing from her tight pussy.
"Yes! Oh fuck! Your cum feels so warm inside me," she moans, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
"Ugh… Take it all, Chaeyoung!" he growls as he continues to thrust all he's got inside her.
"Fuck… I can feel it coming out of my pussy," she moans, her pussy still squirting her fluids.
"Shit. You're so hot, Chaeyoung" he grunts and goes to kiss her once again.
"Mmmh… I love your cock," she purrs, her body shaking.
They continue this sensual moment, their bodies pressed together, their mouths locked in a passionate embrace. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure for the two of them, and they reveled every second of it. Despite being filmed, they didn't care. All that mattered was the moment they were sharing that burned deep within their minds.
As the intense lovemaking subsides, their lips break apart from each other. He withdraws himself from her, his cock covered with their mixed juices that connect from her freshly fucked pussy. He then moves a few inches away from her, trying to take a seated position with his exhausted body. Chaeyoung on the other hand, is left panting, her body trembling, her chest heaves for air and her pussy gushes out their mixed fluids, leaving a trail of love juice that pools below her.
"Hahh… Hah… Oh fuck…" he breathes, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
"Nghh… Are you… Okay?" Chaeyoung asks him, her voice barely audible.
"I'm… Whew. I'm fine. Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah… I'm… I think I'm good," she replies, her body still shuddering with aftershocks.
"Fuck… That was good," her partner groans, his voice heavy.
"Do you… Want more?" she proposes as she tries to lift herself up the floor into a more comfortable position.
He crawls towards her, his seemingly tired body ready for yet another round.
"If that's what you want…"
The young lady is already feeling the effects of his relentless assault, her body trembling as she anticipates his cock pounding her once more with reckless abandon. But the pleasure of having her insides ravaged by his girthy shaft is too much for her, and she is helpless to resist his advances.
"Mmmh… Keep going," she urges him on, her voice shaky.
But as they ready themselves to have another go, the buzzer rings, indicating that time is up.
"Huh? Already?" the young man groans.
"Looks like we got carried away," she giggles, her breathing heavy.
"Yeah," he snarls. "I got so lost in all that."
"So… Who won?" she asks, her tone curious.
"Not sure," he shrugs. "You?"
She looks confused.
“Me? I don’t know.”
The screen then showed the result of this rather interesting game:
"RESULTS:
3-2 in favor of Chaeyoung!
CONGRATULATIONS! You succeeded in the challenge!"
"Oh wow," he smiles.
"Really? I did! Yay!" she cheers, clapping her hands in excitement.
"Yeah, you did. Good job, Chaeyoung," her partner congratulates her, clapping his hands as well.
"Thank you!" she replies as she gives him a hug, her face beaming with joy.
"You're a great partner," he praises her. "It was a lot of fun."
"Thank you again," she blushes. She then looks around her.
"So what now?"
"I don't know," he shrugs. "No one told me what to do after the challenge."
The screen then shows a new message for the two of them:
"Congratulations on completing the challenge. The pair should then proceed to the final area after a signal in a few hours. In the meantime, you can do whatever you want together in this area. Have fun!"
"Huh. So we're gonna wait, then," Chaeyoung concludes, reading the message.
"Looks like it," he replies, shrugging.
"What are we supposed to do until then?"
"Who knows," he shrugs, then looks at her with a sly smile.
"We can… Start where we left off, you know?"
"Hmmm…" she smiles, her cheeks slightly turning pink. "We can do that."
"Fuck. Aren't you restless?"
Albeit struggling due to the intense fucking from earlier, Chaeyoung still chose to stand up on her feet, her legs wobbling. Luckily for her, he’s there to give assistance. She then gestures to her partner to stand up, to which he obliges. As soon as they've gathered their footing, she suddenly gives him a rather obvious gaze.
"M-maybe we can do something else first," she suggests, grinning mischievously.
"Uhh... What did you have in mind?" he asks, curious.
She then walks back towards the pool, gently tugging him along.
"I just want to swim around for a bit," she replies, smiling. "Do you mind joining me?"
"Sure," he replies, his eyes fixated on hers. "I suppose a little swim would be nice."
"Great." Chaeyoung beams with joy.
"Let's go."
As the two dip their bodies into the pool, the camera follows them from above as they enjoy each other's company in the water. They swim around, playing and laughing together. They exchange more playful banters and even more sensual moments with one another. It is clear that the two of them have hit it off quite well, and the sexual tension between them continues to build. Even as the video fades to black, you know Chaeyoung and her partner are just getting started.
Two videos down, and many more to go. Reviewing videos for long periods is tiring, but not in this case. Instead of exhaustion, you are filled with renewed excitement and anticipation. With a quick check of the time, you realize that lunch break is coming up. But your stomach would have to wait.
You close the current window and open the next video file.
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Author’s Notes:
As promised, this is the next chapter of my "Spotlighting" series. It wasn't easy to pick an idea that'll suit Chaeyoung. I originally wanted her to do an "indoor surfing" challenge. But I quickly realize that I'd rather want her to be rag dolled by her partner than by the waves. 😂 And as wimpy as this tall squirrel can be, I don't think she'd back down from a challenge, especially when there's something promising on the line. So I guess playing water polo suits her.
Now that I thought of it... It's find it interesting for the idols to have some sort of "competition" with their partners. It really makes for some really wild ideas where neither of them is backing out, even when doing the deed. 😏
Once again, thank you to the people that helped me make this fic readable. 🤣 @digipigichopshop and @dnd-writes... Thank you so much, you two. 🙇 Be sure to follow them if you haven't already. As well as @braaan for another great poster. You guys are the best. 👍
Again, thank you very much for reading! 🙇
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