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ggidolsmuts · 2 years ago

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Do Not Disturb - APink Chorong

"Hello, we are ZBlue!" you lead your group in the greeting.

"Hello, we are APink!" Chorong replies for her members in return.

"Here's our album, sunbaenim." You bow and present your album with two hands. Chorong accepts it graciously with a smile.

"Thank you, oh, here's ours." She hands it to you casually, and you accept it politely and gratefully with both hands again. You see the glimmer in her eyes—she's a nice sunbae to other groups, but she loves lording it over you. You make a show of opening the album, slipping the piece of paper snagged on the album into your hand before anyone else notices.

"Thank you sunbaenim, fighting!"

"Sure, you too." You shuffle backwards out of the room with the rest of your members. You head back to your dressing room and hand the album off to the manager. You dearly wanted to read what was on the piece of paper, but that would have to wait, and wait, and wait, until it is your turn to perform on stage.

5 hours of waiting for your 3 minutes of glory, and in a flash it is over. It was your turn to be the ending fairy, so you smile and make cute and cool poses.

"Cut!" The PD calls out.

"Thank you! This was ZBlue, thank you very much!" You yell alongside your members. All of you huff and puff and hurry back to your dressing room. Along the way you see APink coming out—it was their turn to go on stage. You and your group hurry to make room for them.

"Fighting sunbaenim!" You shout, bowing as they walk by.

"Mmm, thanks!" Bomi waves and responds with a tilt of her head, but Chorong doesn't even offer you a response. Typical.

"Hyung!" Your member calls for you.

"Coming!" You're already zooming off to your next filming, some behind the scenes vlog. You don't get to read the scrap of paper, not that you needed to. You already know what it says.

"Hello sunbaenim." You bow.

"Oh, you're here, come in." Chorong invites you into her home. She's dressed simply in an oversized t-shirt, minimal makeup, and her hair done up in a bun, a far cry from the caked-up sunbae you saw at the music show earlier in the week. Brie and Rico peek from atop their cat tower, and you walk over, offering them a finger in greeting. They give it a sniff and a boop, allowing you to give them a scratch—you are not unfamiliar to them.

"How is your comeback, busy?" Chorong asks you as you stroke her cats.

"Not too bad, we're not that popular like you are."

"Sorry. Yeah we were pretty booked, lots of radio shows."

"Must be nice," you murmur. Not that you really minded, you have something, or rather someone, much nicer coming your way. A hand pulls yours away from Brie—Chorong wanted some attention too. It finds her waist, and you lean down to let Chorong find your lips. A firm stamp of her lips on yours, and you pull back, only for Chorong to lean back in, sucking your bottom lip hungrily.

"Enough about work." Chorong gets straight to business, dragging and pushing you to her bed. You admire her body as she pulls her t-shirt up and over her head, revealing her lack of a bra—and panties, you correct yourself as she sits on top of you, fully nude already.

"Fuck, sunbaenim..." She shuts you up as she kisses down your cheek to your neck, her breath hot on your skin. "I assume you want to go first?" You bring a thigh up between her legs, rubbing her as she grinds down on your offered "seat".

"Mm yes." Chorong's response comes out as a half-moan. Your hands roam her back as she continues to ride you, making a shiver go up her spine. They drift down to her butt, and as you squeeze her ass her movement shifts subtly, squirming sideways, trying to get your hand deeper between her legs. Her cats may be spayed and neutered, but you can smell Chorong's desire all over you. Your hand leaves her body but only briefly, snaking around her hips and moving between her legs from the front. One finger dips into her wet and sticky heat, and Chorong's head dips further down your body, leaving hickeys on your chest.

Chorong's struggling not to moan too loudly—at least, not so early on into it, god forbid you think you're too good at pleasing her! She wanted, needed, had been looking forward to this the whole week, a way for her to bleed out the stress of a comeback.

"M-More!" She curses her weakness, at how needy she sounds, but thankfully you don't say anything, and one finger inside her becomes two. Her hips move on their own, humping your hand and making sure you fill her up nicely. "Ah!" You start moving, digging into her, curling your fingers, as if to hook her closer to you. Chorong definitely gets closer, especially when you brush on a soft spot inside her. It makes her suck in her breath, and a familiar and sorely missed feeling wells inside her way too soon!

"W-wait, wait!" She taps your arm in quickly.

"Hm?"

"Towel, let me get a towel."

"No." Chorong squeaks like a mouse as you move your fingers more firmly, pushing and massaging the spot that has her legs trembling. She moans and bemoans—you can be so petulant at times!

"No no no no— Nngh! Mmmmmm!" Chorong echoes your words, and she groans and hits your arm rapidly. She tries to grab your arm to pause, but all she manages in the end is to dig her nails into you. That, and to wet your shorts and douse your hand in her juices. She moans through gritted teeth and clenches around you as you don't let up, continuing your fingering until all her fluids are spent.

"Ah..." A final relaxing gasp escapes her lips as she slumps on top of you. Chorong trembles in satisfaction as she feels your wet shorts on her skin and your slick fingers grabbing her ass once more. "Fucker... I just changed the sheets yesterday."

"That's on you, you knew I was coming over today."

"You could have let me get a towel!"

"You would have soaked through it by the time we finish." You feel her face warm up against your chest—it was true, only you could make her squirt like that. Chorong huffs, pushing herself up haughtily.

"Hmph, whatever, I'm ignoring you." She pulls off your shorts and boxers, revealing what she really wanted to get at. Chorong shows off her toned butt as she turns around, grabbing your cock and sinking her snug heat on to you. She hisses, sucking a breath in through her teeth, god she missed the stretch! You grab a pillow and settle back for one of your favorite sights—APink's leader grinding herself to dust slowly, her head tossed back, slim and toned back on full display for you. One night was all that was needed—you ran into Chorong on a rare night out, she invited you back for drinks, one thing led to another, and the two of you buried your stress in each others bodies.

"T-This is a one time thing, It's too risky."

"Right, yes of course Chorong, I mean sunbaenim."

"You should go, before someone catches you here."

Is what she had said, and yet she keeps contacting you, inviting you over. And you! You keep coming over! Chorong berates both herself and you, enabling each other and risking your careers needlessly. Yet here she is, continuing to ride you faster and harder, the pleasure building up again steadily.

"Yeah, you like fucking my cock sunbaenim? Do you fucking like my cock sunbaenim? Or do you like my fucking cock sunbaenim?" you ask her, and Chorong grinds to a stop, turning back to glare at you.

"Quiet, do not disturb me while I'm riding my cock!"

"Is that why your new song is called DND, it's about me?" Chorong grabs a pillow and flings it at your face.

"Shut up or I'm kicking you out." The breathiness of her threat lets you know that it is false, that she would at least ride you until she's done, but you listen to her and keep quiet, propping yourself further up to watch her. The new angle suits Chorong well, and you watch your cock be coated with more and more of her slick as her rhythm gets wilder. You watch her back tremble and tense, but soon that view is blocked as she runs her hands through her hair, undoing the bun and letting her locks loose as Chorong lets herself go more and more. Her hair sways like a black curtain, side to side, back and forth, becoming messier and messier, until Chorong releases a sharp moan and sinks down deeper than usual.

"Fuck..." You are the one moaning as she grips you, fitting around you like a glove. When the glove loosens you groan at her slick washing over your shaft and balls; Chorong slumps forward, barely supporting herself on her arms. You take it as your sign to take over. You are only outside of Chorong briefly as you push yourself up and over her, and a small whimper slips from her lips when you push into her from behind.

I'm still sensitive! Chorong wants to cry out, but that would have only made you go hard right away, and so she buries her face in the sheets, whining and letting out soft moans. Unbeknownst to her you also choose to give her time, giving her a few firm thrusts before slowing down, fucking her steadily—you don't want to overwhelm her just yet. It gives Chorong a chance to stabilize, her sensitivity giving way to pleasure, allowing herself to more readily push back against you.

"You like fucking my pussy? Or do you like my fucking pussy?" she fires back, twisting her head back to face you. "Ah!" You slam into her hips, latching your lips to her earlobe before whispering hotly in her ear.

"Neither, I love fucking my pussy." Chorong clenches around your cock—just your words alone almost drive her to another orgasm. The pressure of your body over hers is lifted, and in its place is a pressure on her hips, your hands grabbing her waist tightly. Chorong's mouth drops open, and she barely makes it into the sheets before a muffled sound escapes her.

"Mmmm!"

You pull out part way, and with your fingers firmly gripping Chorong's hips you surge forward and pull her back on to you.

"Ahhh!" The sudden movement jerks Chorong's head off the sheets, and for the first of what would be many times tonight you hear her moan unsuppressed. Her fingers twist into the sheets, and you force another cry from her when you thrust again before her head has dropped back to the bed. You pump your hips back and forth, moving quickly with small motions—Chorong's the one really moving as you pull her on and off your cock and she tries to keep up with your motions.

"Mm, nngh!" Every jerk of your hips feels like a pipe entering her tight pussy as Chorong is slowly consumed by pleasure. Riding you is good and gets her off, but not like this! She tries to soften her moans, biting the sheets when she can, but your rough actions force her bite to slip, and every so often a moan spills forth from her lips. Her jaw is sore, and she knows she is going to be sore all over as you wrap an arm around her waist and pull her up into a kneeling position. One hand goes to Chorong's lips, fingers making sure they're parted, the other goes—

Oh my god!

Your other hand gently presses on her mound, and you keep it there as you push up into Chorong. The angle lets you rub your tip over her g-spot before you glide further up, bumping right at her cervix. The first sensation will make Chorong whine, the second will make her scream. And with your fingertips making sure you feel Chorong's breath coming hot and harried, there is nothing she can do—the whole floor is going to hear APink's leader get destroyed.

"Yesohmy— Hah! Nngh! Ah ah ah ah mmmmm oh my god YES!" Chorong's barely aware of her own lewd cries, the double stimulation far too much to handle. Each thrust against her g-spot makes her go weak with pleasure, and before she can resist and hold off her orgasm, the bump against her womb throws her off entirely, letting ecstasy go straight up her spine. Her arms flail uselessly, clutching and twitching in midair as her entire body is fucked into orgasmic seizure. She's not so much squirting as she is just leaking copiously and continuously down her own thighs.

Satisfied that Chorong is no longer able to control her moans your hand drifts down her body, grabbing a breast and squeezing it harshly. You knead it greedily as you pull her against you more heavily, slamming her back against your front over and over. Her head lolls against your shoulder as her body reacts subconsciously, trying to move higher, away from your pistoning shaft, but with every thrust you pull her back down to heaven, making her throat rasp and her eyes roll. You break Chorong down and make her cum, then build her pleasure back up on the next thrust, only to smash her coherence to smithereens with the next pump of your hips. You mumble something in her ear as you feel the final domino piece placed inside you.

"Ugh, nngh, guh, mmm!" Her response is unintelligible, and you're not sure if she heard you or not, so you repeat it again.

"Gonna cum in you." You slam every word into her. Chorong only manages a non-verbal answer, a limp hand drifting to your thigh, squeezing it, weakly trying to pull you into her.

Yes!

It is enough for the first piece to tip over—Chorong yelps as she ragdolls against your shoulder, your thrusts getting wilder and more violent. Feeling your own end close, you reach further down and rub her clit. Your blood pumps loudly in your head, which is for the better as Chorong's scream would have rendered you deaf. Her mind is empty of all thought, only processing the furious pleasure shooting through her body and the explosive heat surging inside her. The two of you freeze in place, and all that is heard in the room is the pitter-patter of cum and juice that drips heavily on to the bed.

"Ah..."

The two of you collapse forwards, your arms barely strong enough to prevent yourself from crushing Chorong underneath. You kiss her sweaty neck tiredly.

"Chorong."

Social hierarchy is strict in Kpop, but the lines are blurred if both parties are fucked out of their minds, so Chorong merely turns to you, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss.

"We were too loud." Her brow furrows cutely. "I didn't say your name did I?"

"No, I don't think you screamed it."

"Shut up. Good, I'll just avoid the neighbors for the next few days."

"I can think of things we can do for the next few days then." You wrap your arms around Chorong's lithe figure as you sit up and pull her into your lap. She shudders against you as you spread her lower lips, scooping and playing with the rich load leaking out of her.

"You can't stay over, people will notice! Besides, don't you have schedules?"

"No, we're too nugu for that. You are my schedule." Your joke is sour yet saccharine, and Chorong pecks you sweetly as she reaches for some tissues to clean herself.

"You're too cute, but sorry, I have stuff to do this weekend. I'm gonna go wash up." She leaves you to sit on the clean side of the bed as you look at your phone, seeing what's going on in the Kpop world. Chorong comes out a while later, toweling her hair dry, dressed in another oversize t-shirt.

"Your turn."

"Sure, thanks." You grab your clothes and head to the bathroom, and a quick shower later you find Chorong pulling the bedsheets off, glancing at you awkwardly as you catch her doing something so mundane.

"Need to do laundry..."

"Let me help." Chorong tries to wave you away, but you're not having any of it. You roll up the sheets and yank it away from her.

"Thanks," Chorong mumbles as she watches you toss it in the washer.

"Of course. Can I stay for a bit, play with the cats? Besides, it's suspicious if I leave your apartment building so late at night." Chorong pretends she's busy pouring herself water as she debates with herself—on one hand, you're not wrong, it would be suspicious if someone saw you leave; but on the other hand, letting you stay is dangerous—her body still remembers, still yearns for your touch.

"Sure, you can play with the cats for a bit, but you have to leave later, after everyone's asleep."

"Okay." You grab a wand and play with her cats as she watches on. Chorong is deep in thought—she does feel bad for some of the things she said. Sure APink was more popular, but she didn't have to remind you how nugu your group ZBlue was. Maybe she could help with that?

"Hey, want to start a scandal with me?" Chorong blurts out. It sounded a lot better in her head.

"What?" You let Brie catch the toy as you stop moving and turn to her.

"We can, you know, start a scandal, let us get caught."

"Why would I do that?"

"It'll get you more clicks, you won't be so nugu then!"

"That would be terrible for you!"

"It'll be fine, we have a more established fanbase, I can take a dating scandal." Chorong argues more loudly, getting more invested in her crazy idea.

"No, I don't want that. I don't want to use you sunbaenim!"

"I'm letting you use me! I'll just tell the company and they'll put out an article about it, that we're meeting with 'good intentions' or whatever. Just let me know when your next comeback is, or we can just do it now too!"

"That's just straight up lying sunbaenim, plus we might not even have a next comeback." You drop the toy and go over to Chorong—her cats make themselves scarce at the sudden clatter.

"Fine, we'll do it tomorrow then, I'll just leak it to a reporter and tell my company after."

"That's not the point, Chorong!" Fuck, you are both angry and aroused, watching Chorong’s cheeks flushed red in agitation.

"Then what?" She notices your gaze, and the lick of your lips is not one of nervousness or dilemma, but one of danger.

"I only have bad intentions right now." Your hand slips instantly under her t-shirt, going to her hip as you push her down on the couch. Chorong berates herself once more—she shouldn't have let you stay, let you linger! She knew this would happen, she wanted it to happen. You make out with Chorong as you run a hand through her hair, undoing her bun once more—you like her better that way. You trail it down her cheek and neck, feeling her shiver under your touch.

Oh!" She moans quietly as you bring a knee between her legs, feeling the warm wetness of her shorts on them. It snaps you out of it—now you really are just using her.

"You need to tell me to leave," you rasp huskily, your voice suddenly hoarse with need. Chorong pushes you on your shoulder, and you take that as your signal to go, forcing yourself to get off her. To your surprise she takes a seat on top of your lap, arms wrapped around your neck. Her bottom lip quivers, she tries to bite it to stop the quiver, but it doesn't work.

"No." She pulls you towards her, darting her tongue between your surprised lips. Chorong presses herself flush against you, and you moan into her lips as grinds herself on your clothed hardness, your tongue twisting with hers. Her hands fumble on your shorts, but she pulls them down enough to reveal your cock. You want to stop her, but she's already pulled her shorts to the side, and your protests are muted by the feeling of your tip pushing against her lips, prying her pussy open. Chorong wraps her arms around your neck, pulls you into her chest, and sinks herself on to you.

"Fuck!" Chorong gasps above you. Noticing you nuzzling her clothed chest, she backs up briefly to pull her t-shirt off, giving you full access to her. You are back in her cleavage as she begins fucking herself on you, pushing her hips back and forth on top of you. You plant kisses on her tits, grabbing them and playing with her nipples—Chorong hugs you more tightly in response.

You enjoy her vocalizations, but it is only when she rides you more urgently do you realize she is moaning your name. And the moans are getting louder.

"Chorong, you should keep it down!" She ignores you, instead choosing to ride you faster and contract around you harder. That is her goal, to have everyone hear her moan your name, to let everyone know whether you like it or not, to have the word spread!

"You're so fucking stupid..." You manage to break her bear hug and pull her lips down to yours, making sure you swallow her loud moans as you grab her ass with the other hand. You slam her down on you and—

*RIIING*

It jolts the two of you out of the climb to your peaks.

"Fuck, that's one of the girls, I should pick it up." You hold on to Chorong firmly, but she whines and stretches to reach it, so you let her grab it.

"Hello?"

"Chorong unnie, we're going out soon, want to come along?"

"Ah!" Just because she's talking doesn't mean you have to stop, and you slowly pull Chorong up and down on your cock. "E-Eunji?"

"Yeah, you always stay home, you should come out!"

"Mmm, today's no good, we should do it some other hnngh— time!" Chorong smacks you arm to get you to stop, but obviously you're not listening to her. Eunji is quick on the uptake though.

"Unnie, is someone with you right now?"

"No? I mean no!"

"Really? It sounds like you are with someone right now." You grab the phone from Chorong.

"If you know then don't disturb us for now." Chorong squeals as you hang up before you can hear Eunji's response.

"Yah!" Chorong's both mad and blushing again.

"What? I don't think she can recognize me from that."

"Yeah but, ah that's embarrassing!"

"Hey, you wanted a scandal, now you can just have one only your members know about. Look, it's done, okay?" Chorong rolls her eyes, this time in frustration, but she agrees, putting her focus back on riding you. You put your focus back on finishing her off, and you ensure you keep your lips on Chorong's, in case she has any further ideas. Denied the opportunity to scream your name for all to hear Chorong bites down on your lower lip, sucking it fiercely in retort as she squeals and milks your cock needily when she cums.

"That is still the dumbest idea ever," you reiterate to her as she breaks the kiss, leaning on you tiredly.

"Worth a shot... Speaking of shots." She raises her eyebrows at you, and you shake your head—no, you hadn't cum yet. Chorong gets off your lap and on to her knees. Now it is your turn to moan her name as she kisses your tip and takes you into her mouth. She grips your base, her tongue runs along your glans, and with her large round eyes looking up at you—

"Chorong!" You lurch forward, thrusting your shaft into her mouth further and unloading down her throat. Her eyes widen, but she is game, managing to swallow your salty seed fully, and when she releases you with a pop, not a drop is spilled.

"Who's the loud one now?"

"It's not nearly as loud as your screams. Anyways, let's not do anything stupid okay? It's not the end of the world if our group doesn't do well."

"Hmph, fine."

"Do you want me to stay or go then?" you ask her as you fix your clothing.

"Help me with my bed? I still need to put the clean sheets on, then you can go."

"Sure sunbaenim." You help Chorong get the sheets sorted, and it is time for you to leave.

"Hey, maybe it's better if you stay the night?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well I'm all alone tonight, you made me unable to go out with the members, who knows what other stupid ideas I might have."

"Just don't have stupid ideas then sunbae."

"What if you stayed to make sure I don't have those stupid ideas." Chorong has you lean in to her, and her breath tickles your ear. "I don't need to have you here to moan your name loudly, you know."

"Is that a threat?"

"Maybe?" Chorong pulls on her t-shirt enticingly. "Maybe I'm blackmailing you."

"It won't work sunbaenim." You sigh and place your hand on the door handle and push down on it. Your vision is obstructed by her t-shirt landing on your head.

"Really?" The handle rattles back in place as you hug Chorong, and her legs go automatically around your hips.

"Yeah, I have lots of stupid ideas too Chorong." She can't believe herself as you carry her back to bed, to ruin a second set of sheets.

This is so stupid, this is so dangerous...

At least we won't be disturbed tonight.

A/N: So 95% of this is because I wanted to write Chorong, like 5% of this because ZBlue is a completely stupid group name I came up with lol. Tried to come up with something interesting where there’s a bit of a rivalry dynamic between the two of them. I initially wanted it to be love-hate, but I don’t really know how to do that, and once I came up with ZBlue it was too stupid to not write lol

Thanks for reading!

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