Assuetude

The class she exudes is phenomenal, making this small meeting between the both of you an exceptional tête-à-tête in her hotel room.

You never knew how famous she was, because looking back, she looks like a normal devil in disguise in a bar a year ago.

It has been complicated with her and even Chaewon—the situationship doesn’t help, or you don’t even know where to label the three of you in (a polyamorous description can be close, but all hell is loose whenever you say that with Chaewon’s possessive ass).

But right now, she doesn’t matter, not at the very least when five words pop up at the top of your phone as you’re doomscrolling.

yejisnothere - 13:44 — come here right now, please

There’s still this nervousness in you and you don’t know why. Maybe for the fact that you’ve actually fucked a celebrity or the fact that you’re meeting her in a place that’s possibly out of your league—perhaps, perchance.

But you dismiss that, knowing as soon as the door opens, a majestic Yeji is there to greet you. The photos she sent you got yourself swooning all over her, wondering how you could pull such a woman whose beauty is unimaginable, from head to toe and then reflect more and say I couldn’t ask for more.

You’re near her hotel, you can see the fans waiting around the corner that can’t wait for the Hwang Yeji to show up and be blessed by her presence—you feel them, you’d be on your knees for Yeji too (it would be the other way around but you get the gist of this). You step foot on the hotel as the concierge directs you to where she’s at—thank god the guards know who you are or you’d not be stepping room to her kingdom.

You go up, counting the floors as you knock on the door and where she’s at, and there she is, beauty crafted carefully and examined to perfection, by the gods themselves.

God, she’s gorgeous— you whisper on yourself, and her selcas feel unreal until you lay eyes onto her right now. She chuckles as she’s confused on why you’re acting like you’re spacing out.

She misses you, you can tell, and the feelings are mutual.

“Come on in!” You come in, and your eyes are just blessed with the fascinating design of every furniture, that expensive floral scent, and an angel like her—yes, you wouldn’t shut up on how pretty she is.

She pulls you in, towards her a little as you’re getting as red as a tomato right, and maybe her too. Normally, she would kiss you when the both of you are depraved from each other’s touch for more than a week, even taking things further than just peppering each other’s necks, but right now, she can’t be besmirched.

At least, that’s what should happen, but knowing her, she has other plans.

“Are you sure you really wanna do this, Yeji?” It is normal, you’re cautious and apprehensive considering a wrong move could spark onto something bad for the both of you, wouldn’t risk ruining the way she looks just to be in the headline of the news.

But she reassures you and she’s certain, after all, she owes you a lot, starting from the fact that you kept cheering her up if she’s going to do well in this incoming event and that alone is something worth appreciating.

As wholesome as this can be, she wants you so bad, now.

“They’ll probably know this, Yeji—you know you have something to preserve.”

“I know, baby.” She turns around so gracefully, catching that sweet-smelling perfume of hers and bends herself a little over the table, inviting you. “See it for yourself.”

You ask her again, and she consents. Red panties, as scarlet as her outfit and oh, a metallic toy inserted inside her rim.

“See? I know what’s at stake here, but there’s no way you won’t cum inside me so…”

So— you mirror her, hearing her filthy thoughts out.

“You’re going to dump it in my ass.”

This woman is insane— fucked up in the head, for sure, but still in a good way where she orchestrates how this ends as her confidence is a weapon, and you’re willing to be the one to be testing that. You grew confident with the way she sways her hips, and that sultry voice inviting you—damn, you really just wanna rip those panties off and be rough with her (she’d like that to happen, too) but there’s this caveat.

Keep in mind on what’s listed: one, don’t ruin her outfit at all costs; two, don’t ruin her makeup, her makeup artist will fucking kill you; three, don’t mark her skin; and lastly, cum in her ass, at all costs.

You’re goddamn ready, and you know that she’s in the same boat. Before proceeding, she whispers to you, “We could hang out later, but right now, I really need you to fuck me.”

That invitation is a green light, so now, being careful on hiking that designer dress up, and putting those panties just below of the pivot where her ass and her pussy meets, you tease her to get the both of you accustomed to each other’s heat, and for yourself to riled up. It was quick, and not even ten seconds you’re rock-hard thanks to the warmth her buttcheeks provide and the way her cunt invites you, and you give in and there’s no second to waste.

“God—Yeji, I forgot to even ask.”

“Oh lord—w-what, baby?” She’s visibly curious and ultimately, feeling that euphoric sense in her as you insert a third of your length in her.

“How much time do we need before they call you in, or if—god, anybody comes here?”

That’s a great question, and gladly, she knows. “About half an hour.”

You insert more, it’s now half of your shaft in her tightness, and you ask another. “Aren’t there cameras here? Do you wanna do this somewhere else more private?”

Fuck, that’s a hindsight, something that’s an anomaly on her perfect plan. “Fuck—let’s do it in the bathroom.”

You look around, and thank god, the cameras are nowhere catching the both of you fucking each other—even worse when your balls deep in her as you can’t get yourself to pull out of that pleasurable pussy of hers.

Unfortunately, you need to be presentable, dressing yourself up as Yeji whines with your cock leaving her cunt, but to fulfill what the both of you want, a pinch of sacrifice is needed.

Expectedly, there’s nothing to record you fucking Yeji in such a glamorous outfit inside the bathroom.

It is as expensive-looking as hers—marbled floor, gradient playing between black, white and gold, and everything nice. You couldn’t describe how it looks apart from it blessing your eyes, but averting your focus towards inserting your length in her again, and pounding her tight cunt.

“God, you’re big—so fucking good inside me.” Yeji compliments, and you smile, mischievously.

The feelings are mutual— god, your cunt is tighter and feels way better than before— and you can’t wait to give her what she deserves. You thrust in, filling her up to the hilt then withdrawing with just the tip inside, then repeat. Those actions elicit dulcet moans out of her mouth, urging you to pick up the pace and knowing how she could take you well and the limited area of besmirchment, you’ll take on the challenge.

Normally, you would undress everything that’s on her, no matter how simple or expensive it is, roam your hands all over that perfect body of hers, mark her, kiss her lips and more, yet your refrain from that—discipline is a virtue, and she appreciates and understands that. You grab onto her hips though, at least knowing that you have a leverage to handle as you fuck her hard. Thank god the dress isn’t as tedious and distracting thanks to how well it hugs her body, and that’s a plus towards her stylist.

“God, Yeji—” You continue your thrusts in her, teasing onto the metallic plug, pushing in a little as you pound her and that alone elevates her wanton sounds of delight. “—you really are a freak.”

“ Your freak, baby—god, I really wish I could do more on that cock.” That would be at least a wish for hours and hours, because you wish to do more about her holes.

That hint of frustration seeps in you, but all of that translates with how hard you’re fucking her. She grabs onto the edge of the sink harder, still careful not to damage those well-manicured nails of hers as she watched your face as you thrust in her in the mirror—you laid eye contact towards her, sweat forming on your forehead as you smirk in the reflection, and she just begs for more as you deliver new sets of thrusts.

She’s creaming on your cock and she can’t help it, and thank god, not even a drop of her nectar ruins her outfit and only your thighs and hers—that’s easy to get rid off, and that’s a sigh of relief. She’s moaning too much and urging for more that it concerns you that the other people outside may hear her, so you spank her harshly, warning her on what she’s spilling. “You’re fucking loud, Yeji—control yourself.”

As if she can do that, but she notices it and obliges, gritting her teeth with the pain you delivered and the pleasure you bestow her. She closes her eyes, head hanging down as you keep your harsh pace on her cunt, even continuing to circle that metallic plug lodged in her asshole to test how much she can suppress her moans.

Those heels of hers is probably a victim at this point—repeated clacking, possibly smashing just the tip of it as her feet can’t control the pleasure your deliver onto her—and that sight alone is so fucking sexy, truly a sight to behold. Your eyes scan the entirety of hers, maintaining the class on her outfit, the elegance on that countenance as you ruin her cunt and fuck up the way she thinks.

Your hands roam around her thighs, tease the lips of her cunt a little as you don’t hold back and she’s the one to blame. She’s getting cockdrunken at this point, chanting the words about ruining her and fucking her up, and you know that could be genuine or words just to enable your further. The heart-shaped tip of her buttplug actually lures you into the abyss, but you refuse to, as she still has her image to protect and her sluttiness to be masked.

Oh boy, Chaewon is gonna kill you if she finds this out, so you operate in this clandestine session.

“I’m going to—” She gulps, gritting her teeth as her heels clack in tandem with your thrusts, and her words bait your curiosity.

“Going to what, Yeji?” You leaned down and whispered that. She chokes on her own spit, crying a little as the pleasure is too much for her, your cock molding the walls of her pussy that makes feel complete, the one that fulfilled her needs.