Cameos

X-Rays would’ve helped Jollibee in knowing that Winter is one crazy son of a bitch.

Not once did Jollibee ever think of her as that before meeting her. No, Jollibee thought that she was this innocent K-pop idol from this fourth gen group called aespa that were hitting charts left and right.

Did Jollibee regret sponsoring this event, knowing that every fan out there has been waiting to see aespa or IVE or NMIXX or whoever group it is they stan? Not really, and even then Jollibee is a slave to management. Forced to attend this event to sate the corporate overlords that made Jollibee famous internationally.

Really, all Jollibee found out is that Winter is in fact, one crazy son of a bitch, because Jollibee is currently getting Jollibee’s fingers wet from Winter’s dripping pussy. Dragged into their backstage room right before their performance because apparently, she’s a huge fan.

Looking back, Jollibee thought it was an ordinary meet and greet. You know, Winter meets Jollibee, meets the rest of the group, have some mint ice cream or receive a gift from them like a woolly scarf inside of a aespa themed box that Jollibee can use (if he can even be allowed to), and there’ll probably be a group photo taken somewhere in between it all. And it’s not like Jollibee can talk because all Jollibee can do is gesture around to communicate Jollibee’s thoughts. 

Of course, that’s how Winter got Jollibee. Innocent face, pretty smile, amazing body (see that slutty little waist and deceptively busty chest), the k-pop idol look all wrapped and personified into one Kim Minjeong. It wasn’t until Winter decided to flirt with Jollibee, pressing up against Jollibee, all these little things that would make Saint Valentine and Eros blush that Jollibee thought, this was not going to end well for the both of them.

Verisimilarly, having Winter be on the table, legs spread and her pussy in full display with all the pent up arousal of a horny teenager for Jollibee to retract the thought, replacing it with the phrase ‘amazing idea’ in Jollibee’s mind. It has to be admitted, anyone would think that having a chance to fuck an idol without any sort of consequences is an amazing idea, one of the best really, Jollibee included.

“Enjoying the view?” Winter asks, hand circling her clit. It’s not like Jollibee can say anything, Jollibee’s mouth is perpetually in that shit-eating grin that always, always means yes, no matter what you tell Jollibee because why else would corporate make Jollibee smile like that?

Shit, Jollibee needs to learn sign language. Or morse code. Or  whatever helps Jollibee communicate better because gestures are not enough to tell Winter that yes, this jolly bee is enjoying the view and that this bee would like to absolutely breed her in the dressing room. Pollinate? Jollibee is a bee, after all. Well, Jollibee is willing to ‘Jollibreed’ Winter if such a thing ever existed. ‘Breed, true’ and all that. That sounds like it can be one of the original sins, what the fuck—

Whatever, Jollibee will send an email to HR about it. Right now there are far more important matters that need to be settled. Matters such as having the notion to get freaky with a beautiful k-pop idol. Jollibee’s frame looms over hers, body shivering in excitement, eyes lighting up in perverted glee, those dick sucking lips of hers grinning large enough to challenge Jollibee’s own grin. Jollibee has no dick sucking lips of course, Jollibee has clit sucking lips (if Jollibee could ever move them).

Into her dripping pussy does Jollibee’s glove covered finger go, eliciting the most drawn out, hot as fuck moan that Jollibee’s ever heard of. “So big,” Winter gasps, back arching from just one finger. “You’re just as big as the toys we use,” she chuckles, closing her eyes as Jollibee begins to pump slowly.

No going back after this, Jollibee thinks. What would the rest of Jollibee’s gang think if they saw this spectacle. Hell, what would corporate say? It’s not like they’d decommission Jollibee considering that they need Jollibee, the star mascot of the entire company. Jollibee would get away scot-free, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. They can chalk it up in one of the gray areas if anyone’s got a problem with it. Might even get qualified institutional buyers (QIBs) for the company.

To that end, the bee’s fingers never let up for a second. Faster, harder, better, it’s all to hear Winter moan out in capslocked. Unfiltered, uncaring, undeniably loud, it’s as if Winter’s been transported to her first porn act on a casting couch. The triple dubs that consist of being one amateur pornstar were all there too.

Extremely hot bod, over the top acting, shitty location to commit the act of fucking (Jollibee has no camera to record this). It’s like that duck analogy—if she fucks like a pornstar, moans like a pornstar, she’s a pornstar. Only she’s a k-pop idol that’s getting finger blasted by a fucking bee of all people.

Really, she could’ve had anyone. A random fan like Raf or Tyler or Peter or whoever cold from the stadium fan boys out there. They would’ve said yes in a heartbeat. But no, WInter just had to pick the mascot that blinked majorly and had hooded eyes that she has to have mistaken for the fabled ‘fuck-me’ eyes.

All Jollibee wanted was peace. Or arina, if Jollibee was philosophical. Where the sun (or sol, again if Jollibee was philosophical) does shine. But Winter knows the game. Knows how to stalk her prey like a shark, comical noises of ‘ddeun-dun-ddeun-dun’ in the background and all. And Jollibee? Jollibee fell for the bait.

Loving it, Winter is. Jollibee doesn’t want to say she’s a slut considering she and Jollibee only met today, but the way she just tightens around Jollibee’s fingers, soaking and mewling and begging for release that makes Jollibee reconsider:

Okay, so she is a slut. No mistake about it anymore. Just peachy. Jollibee doesn’t know if a spanking is in order. She’d probably even enjoy it, if this entire event she’s orchestrated is any indication. It would definitely, well, maybe, make her cum faster on Jollibee’s fingertips.

The first orgasm comes fast; Jollibee’s unrelenting fingers pumping her pussy, Winter’s own hands palming her breasts over her shirt. It makes that slutty little waist of hers arch upwards and her mouth open wide in a silent scream. And the only thing Jollibee can do is keep moving Jollibee’s fingers, leaving her no rest, wanting to see her cum again and again.

Staring sexily with those hooded eyes of Jollibees, it makes Winter reach that high she’s been wanting embarrassingly quickly. And if Jollibee could tell her what a good girl she’s being, Jollibee would. Jollibee doesn’t even know what Jollibee would sound like. Gentle and loving and Kooing her those sweet little words in her ear.

Her voice was what caught Jollibee’s eye (or ear) when Jollibee was told to research the idols. And hearing her sing was amazing. How soothing it was, the power whenever she hits a high note. But her moans sounded even better up close. And how Pretty she looks, it’s almost unrael.

Especially when she’s like this. Putty in Jollibee’s hands, crying about how “Good you are, making me cum so fucking hard on your big hands.” and demanding Jollibee to never stop making her cum, please, Jollibee, it’s all she can think of now.

She takes Jollibee’s other hand, bringing it over to her lips and pecking Jollibee’s fingers. Licking them, sucking them, giving them a blowjob of epic proportions. It was weird, only having four fingers. Though it probably would be better than having eight on a hand, like an octagon. Or an octopus.

Having fingers is still a mighty fine thing, no matter how many fingers someone has. And feeling Winter suck on Jollibee’s fingers while her walls are clenching around Jollibee’s other hand. Maybe having fat fingers is nice after all.

It’s not like Jollibee could do anything else with them aside from making silly gestures here and there, all for the enjoyment of Jollibee’s fans. So why can’t Jollibee enjoy this too?

Sex wasn’t something that Jollibee ever really thought of before today. But now that this beautiful, perverted woman was willing to let Jollibee experience it…Jollibee’s going to enjoy every second of it.

Until Winter has to go on stage, of course. Jollibee needs to make this entire thing count, because Jollibee might never have the chance to again. Well, unless Winter plans to have this be a recurring thing, then Jollibee will have to make something up to get them a brand deal or whatever.

Lying to corporate would be easy too. It’s not like Jollibee can speak. Jolllibee doesn’t know morse code. Or sign language. What can they do, strap him on a lie detector and have some guy from HR like Kesujo or some shit ask him all about what happened today?

They should have known better, really. Now Jollibee’s enjoying this, just like Winter’s enjoying getting dicked down by Jollibee’s fingers.

“Bida ang saya!” Winter screams, pussy gushing around Jollibee’s fat, wet, fingers, his hooded eyes staring lovingly into hers. “I’ll make sure to introduce you to my friends–God, they’d fucking love this!” Jollibee bets they would, but Jollibee’s hopes aren’t that high until Jollibee meets them.

The road to hell is paved with jolly intentions. But perhaps, Jollibee is already in hell. All inside one Kim Minjeong’s tight pussy.

Winter’s desperate screams are all one can hear, and Jollibee’s very enthused to hear more of it.