Breather

There’s a subtle beauty in the way her chest rises and falls with heavy breath as the rest of her body poses still like a statue. Clothes damp with sweat, hair disheveled, and yet, she still somehow manages to be the sexiest person you’ve ever seen as she glares at you with those steely, determined eyes from the front of the camera.

“That’s a wrap!” As soon as those words leave your mouth, Yeonjung’s idol facade collapses to the ground, along with the rest of her body.

“Let me do it again,” she huffs, each word struggling against her breath. “I messed up that one part again. I can do it better this time, I—“

“Yeah, no.”

“What?” Her dedication to her craft is commendable, to say the least. 

“You’re exhausted, I’m exhausted, it’s 2AM, let me go home please.”

“But—”

“Nope.” You’re already halfway done packing up your camera before she can utter another word. “Amongst the billions of takes you made me record, I’m sure there’s a good one in there.”

Yeonjung crawls to you, barely enough energy to cling onto your pant leg. “Please, just one more!”

“Yeonjung, look at yourself!” you point out as you help her to her feet. The clack of her heels echoes throughout the dance studio, a sound that will likely haunt you for the next couple of nights. “You need to go home and shower. You stink.”

She pouts at you, gripping onto your shoulder for balance. “Hey!”

As exhausting as the last five hours have been, you feel lucky every time you get to spend alone time with her. Amongst the hundreds of trainees you’ve seen come and go through the company, you’re certain that her debut is all but guaranteed. Even if she only put in half as much effort as she is now, she would still be the best trainee the company has by far. Yeonjung is perfect—you just wish she would see that too. 

“The CEO said he wants to speak with me tomorrow,” she says as she plops onto a bench by one of the walls. The sound of clattering heels is followed by a sigh of relief as she tosses them aside.

“Really? That’s great!” you exclaim.

She shakes her head, a look of worry donning on her. “I don’t know. I have a feeling he might be kicking me out.

“Hey, come on,” you soothe, scooting closer until you can feel the heat emanating from her body. “Look how much effort you put into tonight for a minute long choreo. You really think he’s gonna kick you out after this?”

“I’ve been stressed lately, maybe that’s showing in my performance. My last monthly evaluation was the worst I’ve ever done.”

“You ranked third out of everyone!”

“Yeah, but I—”

“I know, I know.” You pat her back reassuringly. “You usually get first, so you’re upset that your rank dropped and now you’re all worried.”

All Yeonjung can do is pout as you take the words right out of her mouth.

“I’m sure it’s nothing bad, don’t worry about it.” Your hand graces her thigh, tracing patterns on the denim of her tight jeans. She shivers underneath your touch, a knowing grin growing on her lips.

“But I can’t help but worry about it,” she says, her eyes glued to your hand.

“Then let me help you forget about it, hm?” You whisper into her ear before peppering her sensitive neck with kisses. The musk of all her effort wafts into your nostrils, getting you high on her pheromones.

“S-stop…” Her mouth says one thing, but the way her fingers cling desperately to your shoulder and the way her eyes flutter shut in ecstasy convey a completely different message. “You said t-that… I stink…”

“I didn’t say I hated it.”

That’s enough permission for her to straddle your lap, encapsulating you in her scent. “You have some strange fetishes, camera boy,” she chuckles, that silly little nickname rolling off her tongue like it’s something clever.

“It’s not a fetish,” you correct her, brushing a clinging hair off her forehead, nails gently dragging against the perfect skin of her cheek. 

“It’s just you.”

It barely registers in your mind, the speed of how quickly her tongue invades your mouth. Yeonjung has always been a sucker for sappy sentimental one-liners and it’s hard not to feel happy when a pretty girl is clawing the jacket off your shoulders like you’re her doll that she can just strip at will. With how much stress she’s under daily, you’re more than content with sitting back and letting her take control.

A pair of T-shirts and a black bra hit the wall behind you, becoming a mere afterthought as Yeonjung pulls your face into her sweaty breasts. You inhale deeply, letting her essence fill your lungs, before dragging your tongue all over her beautiful mounds, recompense for the last couple hours of filming she made you endure.

“Are you sure… you don’t have some kind of sweat fetish?” she asks in between moans. All you can do is chuckle against her skin, too focused on savoring her taste to make a quip. Her fingers comb through your hair, pulling every time you flick at her nipple or squeeze her perfect ass through those tight jeans. You don’t consider yourself to be a masochist, but that split second of fire in your scalp has become a sign that you’re doing something right.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” she breathes. Hours could be spent mapping out her entire body with just your tongue alone, tasting every nook and cranny, noting which spots make her purr, but with the tacit hunger in which she grinds her heat against you, it’s only a matter of time before lust wins over any ounce of self-control.

“I’m good at other things too.” The first thing you utter after a while of concentrated licking has her climbing off of your lap and planting her hands against the wall, begging you to take her pants off and fuck her silly with that look in her eyes alone. You run your hand up the back of her thigh while kissing the soft skin of her back, making sure to worship every inch of her.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Yeonjung,” you grunt as you fiddle with the button of her jeans.

She chuckles lightly, pushing her hips into your crotch. “I bet you say that to all the girls you fuck.”

“I do.” You peel her jeans off, the aromatic musk of her sex hitting you like a bullet train. “Because you’re the only girl for me.”

“How sappy, camera boy—MMPH!”

The sweet melody of her moans mixes with the unmistakable slapping of skin against skin. If you weren’t so sure that the entire building is empty at this hour, you would make an effort to be a little quieter, maybe even a little gentler to her, but with the way she’s been teasing you all night by flaunting her perfect ass and making you record all those takes, knowing it would rile you up, it’s only fair that you get to have your fun.

Dig your fingers into the curve of her hips, whisper into her ear about how good she feels, fuck her in the way that she deserves. Someone like her only comes around once every billion years, and you’re prepared to show her how special she is night after night after night.

“H-harder, baby,” she coos, scratching her nails against the walls. “I’m so close.”

You feel her tighten around your length, and you do everything you can to send her into sweet bliss—tease her clit, massage her perky breasts, pound into her until your legs start to burn. Nothing else matters at this moment except Yeonjung. Not you, not the CEO, not the other trainees, just her and that incredible body she has. All your hard work pays off as she begins to tremble in delight and her moans are reduced to a mere choke. You capture her in your arms before she falls, letting her rest within the safety of your embrace.

“You…” she begins, panting heavily, “…are way too good to me.”

You let out a soft laugh. “Why wouldn’t I be good to you?”

“I… don’t know.” She reaches up and traces circles on your cheek, leaving a tinge of electricity in its wake. “Maybe because I made you stay here to record a dance video for me.” 

“That’s my job.”

“Is this your job too?” She bites her lip knowingly.

You shrug, grinning at her. “It has its perks.”

Even with her hair disheveled and a sheen of sweat covering her skin, she still somehow looks like the sexiest person you’ve ever seen.