Chapter 2 (Chronologically part 2)

The door to the practice room had barely clicked shut behind you when Shion’s legs finally stopped trembling around your waist. You were still buried deep inside her, her tight heat pulsing with the aftershocks of her second orgasm, your cum slowly leaking out around your cock where it stretched her. Her red hair clung damply to her flushed cheeks, and she looked up at you with those dark, hazy eyes, half-lidded, satisfied, but already sparkling with something new.

“Manager-nim…” she whispered, voice husky from all the moaning she’d done. She kissed you again, slow and filthy, tongue sliding against yours like she was tasting the memory of her own release on your lips. When she pulled back, she nipped your bottom lip. “That helped. A lot. But… I’ve been thinking about something else.”

You raised an eyebrow, still holding her up against the mirror, her hoodie pushed up to her collarbones and her shorts dangling from one ankle. “Yeah? What’s on your mind, Shion?”

She bit her lip, suddenly shy again even though your cock was still twitching inside her. Her fingers traced lazy circles on the back of your neck. “When I watch Yubin-unnie and Jiwoo-unnie… sometimes they sneak snacks during breaks. Whipped cream from the fridge. Chocolate syrup on their fingers. They lick it off each other’s skin when no one’s looking. It always makes that weird feeling in my belly worse. Hotter. Wetter.” Her pussy clenched around you at the confession, like the memory alone turned her on. “I want to try that. With you. Food. I want you to cover me in something sweet and lick it all off until I can’t think straight. Please?”

The way she said it, so polite, so needy, made your spent cock twitch back to life inside her. You kissed her hard, grinding slowly just to hear her whimper. “You’re full of surprises, Park Shion. When do you want to do it?”

“Tonight,” she breathed against your mouth. “After lights-out. Everyone will be asleep. Bring stuff from the kitchen. I’ll wait for you in my room. The one I share with the others is too risky… but the small storage room next to the laundry has a lock. And a couch.”

You pulled out of her slowly, both of you groaning at the wet slide. She dropped to her feet, legs shaky, and you helped her fix her clothes. Before you left the practice room she stood on tiptoes, red hair brushing your chin, and whispered, “Don’t forget the whipped cream. And strawberries. And chocolate. I want it to be messy… and I want you to clean me up with your tongue.”

The rest of the evening crawled by. Schedules were done, dinner was eaten, the dorm slowly quieted down as the twenty-four members drifted off. You waited until the hallway lights dimmed and the last giggle from the living room faded. Then you slipped into the kitchen like a thief, raiding the fridge: a fresh can of whipped cream, a bottle of chocolate syrup, a small carton of strawberries, and a jar of honey for good measure. You stuffed everything into a black tote bag and made your way to the storage room.

Shion was already there.

The small space was lit by nothing but the glow of her phone screen, which she quickly turned off when you locked the door behind you. She’d changed into something that made your mouth go dry, an oversized white t-shirt that barely reached mid-thigh, no bra, and you could already see the faint outline of her hard nipples through the thin fabric. Her red hair was loose, slightly tousled, falling over one shoulder like silk flames.

“You came,” she said softly, stepping close. She took the bag from your hands and peeked inside, eyes widening with excitement. “Perfect.”

She set the bag on the low couch and turned back to you, pulling you down into a deep kiss. Her hands slid under your shirt, nails grazing your abs. “I’ve been wet since the practice room,” she confessed between kisses. “Thinking about this. I want you to use me like a dessert. Cover me everywhere. Make me sticky and sweet and then eat me until I’m shaking.”

You growled softly, lifting her onto the couch so she was sitting on the edge. “Strip for me, Shion.”

She didn’t hesitate. The t-shirt came off in one smooth motion, revealing her perky breasts, small waist, and the smooth, shaved pussy you’d already fucked earlier. Her red hair spilled down her back as she lay back on the couch, legs spread just enough to tease. “Start wherever you want, manager-nim.”

You popped the can of whipped cream first. The hiss filled the quiet room as you drew a thick, cold line across her collarbones, then down between her breasts. Another swirl around each nipple until they were hidden under fluffy white peaks. Lower still, you traced a path down her stomach, circling her belly button, then a bold stripe right over her mound and along her slick folds. She shivered at the cold, a soft gasp escaping as the cream melted slightly against her hot skin.

“Uhh—it’s cold… but it feels good,” she whimpered.

You leaned down and dragged your tongue slowly from her collarbone, licking up every sweet swirl. Shion arched, fingers threading into your hair. When you reached her nipples you sucked them clean one by one, tongue flicking the sensitive buds until she was moaning your name. You bit gently, just enough to make her hips jerk.

“More,” she begged. “Lower.”

You obeyed, following the trail down her stomach, dipping your tongue into her belly button until she giggled breathlessly. Then you settled between her thighs. The whipped cream over her pussy was already melting, mixing with her own arousal into a sticky, sweet mess. You licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit, savoring the blend of cream and her taste. Shion’s thighs clamped around your head, red hair fanned out on the couch as she cried out.

“Oh~~yes, just like that~ eat it all off me~~!”

You took your time, devouring her like the sweetest dessert. Your tongue pushed inside her, scooping out the cream mixed with her wetness, then circled her clit with firm strokes. She tasted like vanilla and sin. You added two fingers, curling them deep while you sucked her clit clean. Her hips bucked wildly, and the first orgasm hit her fast, her back bowing off the couch, a high-pitched whine tearing from her throat as she came on your tongue.

But you weren’t done.

You grabbed the chocolate syrup next. While she was still panting, you drizzled it over her breasts in slow, decadent lines, letting it run down her ribs and pool in the dip of her stomach. Then you painted her inner thighs and finally her pussy again, thick dark streaks over her swollen folds.

Shion looked wrecked already, red hair messy, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with lust. “You’re making me your little pastry," she moaned, watching you with parted lips.

You climbed over her, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on your tongue. Then you started licking again. Chocolate and whipped cream mixed on her skin as you cleaned her breasts, sucking marks into the soft flesh. Down her stomach, across her hips. When you reached her pussy this time you were slower, more teasing, lapping at the chocolate coating her clit until she was sobbing with need. You pushed her thighs wider and devoured her, tongue fucking her while your nose brushed her clit. The sweet stickiness coated your chin.

She came a second time with a broken cry, thighs shaking around your ears, fingers yanking your hair.

“Inside me,” she gasped as soon as she could speak. “I need your cock now, while I’m still sticky.”

You didn’t make her wait. You stripped quickly, cock rock-hard and leaking. You flipped her onto her hands and knees on the couch, her red hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. Grabbing the honey this time, you drizzled a thin line right along her spine, watching it trickle down to the curve of her ass. Then you lined up and pushed into her in one smooth thrust, burying yourself to the hilt in her creamy, chocolate-smeared heat.

Shion moaned loud enough that you had to cover her mouth with your hand. “So full—ahh, I can feel everything—”

You fucked her slow and deep at first, one hand reaching around to rub her clit while the other traced the honey on her back with your tongue. Every thrust made her breasts sway, the leftover chocolate and cream smearing across the couch. You leaned down and licked the honey straight from her spine while pounding into her, tasting sweetness and sweat and her skin.

“Harder,” she begged, pushing back against you. “Use me like your dessert—fill me up—”

You gave her what she wanted. The pace turned punishing, skin slapping wetly, the obscene sound of her soaked pussy taking every inch echoing in the small room. You reached for the strawberries, biting one in half and pressing the juicy half against her lips. She sucked it greedily while you fucked her, juice running down her chin. You took the other half and rubbed it over her clit as you thrust, the cool fruit mixing with her heat until she shattered again.

This orgasm was the strongest yet, she clamped down around you like a vice, walls fluttering, a muffled scream vibrating against your palm. The sensation dragged you over the edge right after her. You buried yourself deep and came hard, flooding her with thick ropes of cum while your tongue licked the last of the honey from her back.

You stayed inside her for a long minute, both of you catching your breath, bodies sticky and sweet and utterly spent. Finally you pulled out, watching your cum mix with the mess of cream, chocolate, and her own juices dripping down her thighs.

Shion collapsed onto the couch, rolling onto her back with a lazy, blissed-out smile. Her red hair was a wild halo, her body painted with streaks of white, brown, and red from the strawberries. She looked like the most delicious disaster you’d ever seen.

You grabbed a clean towel from the bag (you’d come prepared) and started wiping her down gently, but she caught your wrist.

“Don’t,” she whispered, pulling you down for a slow kiss. “I like feeling messy. Like you marked me.” She nuzzled your neck. “Next time… maybe ice cream? Or whipped cream on your cock so I can suck it off…”

You laughed softly, kissing her forehead. “You’re going to be the death of me, Shion.”

She grinned, eyes already sparkling with new ideas. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near done with you, manager-nim. Tomorrow night? Same time. Bring more strawberries, I want to ride you while you feed them to me.”

You helped her clean up just enough to sneak back to her room without anyone noticing the sweet scent clinging to her skin. As you locked the storage room behind you, her hand slipped into yours for a second.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “For helping with all my weird feelings… and making them so much better.”

You squeezed her fingers, already counting the hours until the next “private talk.”

The dorm was quiet, but your mind was anything but. Park Shion with her red hair and her filthy little secrets had just become your favorite part of the job, and you had a feeling the food in the kitchen was about to get a lot more use.