Cum Delivery

“just call it ‘cum delivery’ and pretend that’s a phrase people are familiar with” - @capslocked

“Where is she?!”

“Sir, I need you to calm down.” One has you by the arm, trying to wrench it behind your back, while the other blocks your way. “You can’t be here.”

“Where the hell is Seulgi? Where is she? I swear you don’t let me in, I’m going to— Hey!” Finally, a familiar face, one of the managers is walking by, and you steal their attention.

The manager calls you by name, asks you to calm down, and then finally asks why you’re here. The guards still have a hold on you, but recognising the manager and the ID they wear, they give you a moment to explain yourself.

“It’s Seulgi, she texted me and told me it was urgent that I come here. I tried to text back, but I got no reply. Where is she? Is she okay?”

“She’s fine,” the manager says, giving you a quizzical look. “I don’t know why she texted you. Come with me, and I’ll go find out, okay?”

The guards start to loosen their grip, and you shrug free with an angry look, and then brush down your shirt. You rotate your shoulder, the one that the guard had yanked behind your back, just to relieve some discomfort, and then you stride after Seulgi’s manager. They look utterly unconcerned, almost too nonchalant. This only frustrates you more, given your concern. So when you’re told to wait outside one of the green rooms and you ask them why Seulgi had been so insistent that you come here to again get no answer, you shake your head.

“I’ll see if Seulgi can come out and see you, okay? Just this once, but don’t ever do this again. You know the risk of people seeing and hearing you, right?” The manager pauses as if in thought, and then says they’ll be back in a minute.

When they return, they open the door to let Seulgi out, and the girl almost immediately throws herself at you, hugging you and trying to hold you close. You peel her away from you, grabbing her by the shoulders to face you square. “Seulgi? Are you okay?”

She stares up into your eyes and nods, those bright eyes glinting under fluorescent light. “I am now,” she says and then grins that smile that only she can.

“What happened? You said it was urgent.” You peer over her shoulder at the manager, who remains silent and then watch Seulgi turn to her and request some privacy with a hard look. Her manager sighs, eyeing you a moment before they turn their back and leave.

“Follow me.” Seulgi grabs your wrist and pulls you down the corridor. You almost feel like a child with how she treats you, tugging you along behind her, her bare feet slapping against tiles. She seems in such a hurry and she’s certainly moving okay—it doesn’t look like she has hurt herself.

“Did something happen? Are you hurt?”

“Quiet. Come on.”

She guides you along a couple of corridors before pressing herself against a door and tapping her fingers against it lightly. Her ear against the wood, she smiles, turning the handle and then slowly pushing it open. She peeks inside first, and you peer over her. It’s just a closet and a mostly empty one at that. A few things are hanging on the rack, and extra clothes and materials are stored there for the artists.

Seulgi is still pulling your wrist as she enters and then pushes the door shut. There’s barely enough for one of you in here, but she still draws you in after her—against her. She has her back against a set of shelves, smiling up at you.

“Why am I here, Seulgi?” You lean one hand against the wall beside her head.

A moment’s silence and then that wicked smile. “You were worried about me, weren’t you?”

“I just left work in the middle of the day because you said it was urgent. Of course, I was worried.”

She turns her chin up, staring at you, and says, “You got here just in time. I have to go on stage in twenty minutes.”

“In time for what? Why do I need to be here?”

“Cum delivery.” Seulgi smirks. A fucking stupid, self-entitled smirk. “It has been exactly eighteen hours and fourteen minutes since I last got a load.”

Your jaw drops. Your brain fries. Did she say… 'Cum delivery’? She did not, did she?

“Come on.” Seulgi snaps her fingers in front of your face while her other hand is up her dress and pulling down her panties. “This pussy isn’t going to fuck itself.”

You snap out of your confused trance, grabbing her by her shoulders and shaking her lightly. “I’m supposed to be at work, Seulgi. Do you understand?”

“You have one job, and that’s to keep me satisfied.” Her underwear hit the floor and she pushes her hand against your crotch, feeling you out through the fabric. “And right now, I need to be satisfied.”

That feeling, that damn feeling in your chest that spells out your defeat. It stirs to life. You try and fight it, especially with her hand wrapped around you so tightly through your trousers, but you already know you’re not going to win. Seulgi always gets what she wants.

She looks down and starts to pull open your zipper, finding your dick and wrapping her fingers around it. It hardens in her grasp and it puts a wry smile on her face. “Good boy,” she praises and then takes it out of your pants.

She turns to face the shelves, placing her arms on the one at chest height and leaning forward. There’s not much space so even a slight bend is enough to force her ass against you and push your back against the wall. She reaches back and hoists up her dress. She moves the material and your cock slots right in between her cheeks.

“I can’t do this here,” you warn. “There are people walking the corridor, I can't—”

Seulgi grunts and turns her head to face you, grinding back into your lap as your stiff dick is encased in her soft, amazing flesh. “You can, and you will.” She grinds herself up and down against you, her perky little butt dragging over your length, her eyes fiery and hungry. “Time’s running out.”

You let out a sharp gasp at the sensation and her expression changes with the realisation that she’s gotten her way again. “There we go,” she whispers, “you know you want it.”

You use the wall behind you to slide down, just enough to slip your length between her legs and up along her slit. It’s in moments like these that you know your worth in Seulgi’s world. A girl so used to being an entertainer needs her own personal toy too.

She’s still looking over her shoulder at you, even as she slips a hand down between her legs and guides your cock towards her cunt, and she says, “Fast and hard, you hear me?” You’re barely listening, focused on that wonderful feeling of plunging into her tight wetness once more. “I want it rough.”

There’s barely room to move in here, so when you rock into her she’s pressed right against the shelf and makes a grunt of discomfort, but she’s quick to push back against you with her hands gripping tightly against the edges of the wood. You try to pull back, only to hit the wall behind you. You’re cramped in here, there’s not much room.

“Come on,” she says and grunts, “fuck me.”

“Seulgi, it’s hard enough in he—”

“Fuck. Me.”

Fuck it. You take hold of the shelf yourself and plant your other hand firmly against her ass. If that’s what she wants, you’ll give it to her. You hold her hips in place, your tip still nestled in her, and then slam forward. The noise she makes is beautiful. Perfect. The look on her face, was one of surprise, bliss, wanting. The way her lips hang open and then tremble every time you slip inside her. It’s intoxicating.

Every thrust you jam her hips into the shelf, and you love it. Love seeing her get shoved around. You move her as best you can, to get that angle right. It takes a few attempts but you can tell the second you have it, by the way, she lets out a low groan and her head falls forward against the wooden surface. The closet is rattling as the shelves bump against the wall and you clench your teeth, your brows narrowed in concentration as you pummel into Seulgi’s cunt.

You hit your hand against her flesh a few times, slapping your palm into her ass as her warm and tender insides tighten around your shaft. The sound of it echoes in the small space, along with the panting, her grunting, and your breaths. It’s cramped, it’s hot—so fucking hot.

You run your hand up to her waist, to grip her tightly and arch her back so you can pound her pussy even harder. “Watch my dress. I need to wear this on stage,” she hisses.

Fucking hell, Seulgi.

She makes it so impossible to be perfect for her. Always demanding this and that, when you can never tell what she wants. The girl is insane, but they do say insane girls have the best pussy. You must agree. Fuck is it good.

It isn’t long before she starts to quiver against you and tighten around you. “My legs…” Seulgi whispers, her hands gripping onto the shelf to keep her standing. You need both hands on her hips, so you can fuck her through her orgasm and deliver her the load she wants.

A few more sharp, quick pounds and you feel the pressure inside you at a precipice. “Seulgi,” you warn, “I’m close.”

“Good” she moans and pants, “my mouth.” It takes a moment for you to process, but you throw yourself back against the wall and Seulgi slips her trembling cunt off you with a wet pop. The girl drops to her knees. She grabs your cock.

Pursing her lips and kissing the tip, she jerks you off, twisting her hand and wrenching orgasm out of you. Every fucking inch of her burns with want for you to give her a mouthful of your cum, she stares you deep in the eye, making sure you see it.

So you do.

Your knees buckle the moment you hit a climax, your load shooting into her pretty little mouth. Seulgi keeps her lips sealed around your throbbing shaft, sucking out everything you have to give her.

You reach down to grab her head but she’s quick to hold your wrist and stop you before shaking her head. “Don’t,” she says quietly, around your dick in her mouth which vibrates it pleasantly, “mess up the hair.”

“R-right,” you stammer out through uncontrollable breathing. Your hips jerk as she continues sucking well after you’ve finished cumming, sucking you dry. “Stop, please.” You’re so sensitive but she just won’t let up.

So she sucks, sucks, and sucks some more, making you cry out. It’s a message of control. She can do whatever she likes.

It’s only a day later and she’s doing it again. Whatever she likes.

See, Seulgi has a key to your apartment and it’s hardly unexpected anymore when she just calls around whenever she feels like it. So, without knocking, she swings the door open. Before her name can even escape your lips, she’s pulling her dress off her shoulders as she walks.

“One second,” you say into your phone before holding it against your chest so your best friend can’t hear what you say next. In a loud whisper, you ask, “What are you doing here?”

“Using what’s mine,” she says as her dress slips away from her slender figure, leaving her in only her set of matching black underwear, and she continues walking, never even stopping to take off her high heels.

“I’m on the phone, Seulgi, just wait.”

Seulgi scoffs as she steps in front of you. Left knee first, then the right, she plants them on either side of your thighs and sits on your lap. She pulls the phone away from your chest and out of your hand. She knows exactly who it is and simply addresses our best friend by his first name before telling him, “Have a great birthday. Goodbye.”

Then she hangs up.

She drops the phone onto the rug and smiles with her trademark insincerity. She doesn’t offer any explanation as she starts to dig into your shorts and pulls the waistband down just enough to free your cock. She holds it steady in her hand and sighs at you not being ready for her.

You try to speak, but she stops you right as you open your mouth. She places a single index finger over your lips and you stare silently back at her. With a wicked smirk, Seulgi gets to work stroking your soft dick. She looks right into your eyes, taking in your reaction as she manoeuvres you how she likes.

“Seulgi,” you whisper past her finger. She gave you a chance and you failed, so she presses her palm over your lips and digs her fingers and thumb into your cheeks to keep it in place. Seulgi grins, watching your expression contort into reluctance, the struggle, that gives her joy. That pisses you off. You scowl under her palm.

The girl never lets up, stroking and manipulating your length with her skilful touch. Her hand glides softly, sensually. Up and down she caresses you, squeezing you. She makes it swell, never looking down to check, just staring at you as she feels it grow. A victorious, sweet smile greets you. That damn Seulgi smirk.

She lets go of your shaft, content that she has you ready, and then she hooks her fingers between her legs and slips her panties to the side. “That’s better,” she tells you, and then ever so slowly, she edges herself closer to you. Your cock pressing against her toned stomach, she rolls her hips forward and her warm, wet lips drag along the underside of your hard cock. “Don’t say a word. Don’t deny me this.”

She loosens her grip on your cheek and you consider objecting but, fuck, you really don’t want to. She places both hands on your shoulders and spends a few moments rubbing her cunt over you. You know that you shouldn’t test her but in the smallest of voices you say, “It’s his birthday, Seulgi.”

She strikes you hard across the face—an open palmed slap to your cheek that stuns you. She grabs your chin and forces you to look at her. “And?” She grits her teeth, the fire in her eyes glowing brighter with her anger.

“I’m supposed to go to the bar and—”

She slaps you with the other hand this time, leaving both of your cheeks stinging equally. “No,” she orders, then she enunciates every syllable so there is no mistaking what she means, “you aren’t. Got it? You belong to me. And when I want to use you—”

“I give myself to you.” It’s automatic, learned behaviour. Her gaze remains hard a moment longer, not entirely convinced, but then she strokes the cheek she just slapped.

“Good boy.”

She pushes herself up on her knees and takes you in hand again. You watch as she rubs the tip of you against her entrance until she is satisfied and finally takes you in. You, like usual, let out a noise of pleasure and this one Seulgi allows, with her biting down on her lip. You, like usual, see a twinkle in her eye before they roll back into her skull at the feeling of you sliding inside her. You, like usual, watch in silent awe of the beautiful beast Seulgi becomes.

She wraps one arm around the back of your neck and places her hand against your chest. Your shirt bunches between her clenched fingers. The look of concentration as she takes in every inch of you without so much as a glance towards her thighs, every inch of you being worked by those incredible walls.

Your hands float between her thighs, wanting to take hold of her waist and then her ass, desperate to guide her against you, but then Seulgi feels them come too close and smacks the back of her hand against them sharply. “No.”

Your hands drop back to the couch. She takes pleasure in keeping you controlled. A punishment, for daring to speak up. So her hand, not yours, moulds around her figure. She draws it up her thigh and then over her pert stomach and holds onto her hip.

She sways them, slowly, working your cock around her pussy. It’s such a simple motion but feeling around her insides in that fashion, her weight shifting back and forth, the warmth of her, your hardness stretching out her tightness. It never fails to get you off.

Seulgi is happy with how stiff you are, and how ready you feel, and so she begins to rock herself back and forth. She runs her hand up over her abs and slips it under her bra, squeezing her own breast as she rides you. Seulgi pants, grunting lightly, biting her bottom lip when she finds the angle she wants to fuck herself with you.

You’re nothing but a tool. Seulgi just wants to get off. You watch in utter amazement as she works herself to orgasm without even thinking of the pleasure you could get. The sheer selfishness of it all is infuriating, but you love it, so fucking much. This has always been your greatest weakness, and Seulgi knows it. This is why she gets away with so much.

You’re nothing but a means to an end.

Seulgi throws herself forward, both her arms wrapping around your neck, breasts pressed against your chest and your ear near her mouth so you can hear every little moan and pant in her. The girl takes two sharp breaths and then lets loose a deep moan as she cums on top of you.

She scratches at the back of your neck through her climax, grabbing a fistful of hair and tugging against your scalp. It fucking hurts, but with Seulgi on your lap, dripping with juices, head buried in your shoulder and moaning and whimpering in that sickly-sweet fashion, it only adds to the euphoria.

She grinds herself through it on top of you, rocking her hips back and forth, all the while whispering dirty things in your ear. Telling you how good she feels, you can feel it too, this way she just takes and gives nothing. She wants you to know how it feels for her. It’s all she cares about.

She leans back and looks at you with a satisfied smile, pressing her hand against your cheek. “Love it when you can’t resist me,” she whispers to you before lifting and slapping her hips down on you again. She giggles playfully. “Again.”

She rides you even harder than before. Her back arching away from you and you can marvel at her slender frame, at her toned abs and the curves of her waist and hips. Watching them bounce, shake and quiver is a sight you never grow tired of.

She plays a dangerous game, rolling her hips and putting her body on show, because the harder it becomes to resist the need to cum. Your hands hover over her thighs again but you stop them in time, curling them into fists and letting out a cry as your frustration escapes your lips. You just need to hold onto something.

She knows what’s happening inside you, and she doesn’t approve. “No,” Seulgi orders you, “Hold it.”

You squirm beneath her, desperate to hold on, but the way her insides seem to move, the way her walls are pulsating and squeezing you, it’s all too much.

“Don’t you dare.” She slaps you, hard, and her fingernails leave red lines across your cheek. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to stop what’s about to happen. She presses her forehead to yours and stares right at you. Those fierce, demanding eyes. “Don’t you dare. Cum when I tell you, not a moment earlier.”

Your head falls back, and you clench your fists so tightly you swear you’re about to break the skin. Seulgi laughs, slaps you again and picks up her pace. Rocking and grinding down into your lap. So close. You’re feeling her tense, she’s reaching her second peak and riding you furiously—carelessly.

She throws herself against you again, biting your neck, a low grunt in her throat. “Now,” she says, and grabs the back of your hair, “Now.” Her nails once again sink into the flesh of your scalp, yanking your head back as she rides the waves of a second orgasm, screaming into the crook of your neck.

She holds on tightly as it takes her, her legs twitch and you feel the pleasure rock through her. Your balls finally give up and you feel the searing white burning through you. You tense, your whole body locking up, and explode inside Seulgi’s burning insides.

You do not stifle your groan, you let it all out. The sound drowns out against her screams though she presses herself as tightly against you as possible, taking every last drop out of you and into herself. She grinds her cunt over your entire length even after you’re done, panting her breath over your neck. She shifts her hips left and right, enjoying the sensation of being stuffed, while you twitch inside her.

It’s almost sadistic the way she lets out a low, mocking chuckle and continues to work herself over you, making you suffer. Your eyes screw shut as you let out a stammered groan, The last of the pleasure sinks away to be replaced by a jittery, overstimulating sensation. You can’t stop yourself from touching her perfect body anymore as your hands snap to her ass to try and stop her.

Seulgi only laughs louder, slapping her own hands onto yours and forcing you to squeeze her ass as she keeps bouncing it on your lap. Your nails are digging into her flesh but that just gets her more excited.

“Who does this cock belong to?” Seulgi asks.

Your whole body jolts in pain due to how she works your shaft inside her. “You!”, you call out, straining your voice.

“And don’t you forget it.” She smirks again, finally releasing you from your torture. She’s still full of cum as she slips her panties back into place. She saunters over to her dress, with red hand prints on her ass, and steps back into it. Seulgi adjusts herself, pushing her bra back into place, hooking the strap over her shoulder, and giving you a knowing, arrogant look as she starts to leave the room.

You’re left with your dick hanging out, out of breath and covered in the mess the two of you made. Utterly defeated. Freely used.

You’re back at work the next morning, but you’re barely working. The meeting is happening, around you, and mostly without you. It’s as if you’re back in school again, discreetly checking your phone under the table and hoping no one sees. It hasn’t stopped buzzing since you sat down, and when you finally took it out, Seulgi’s name had a number 43 next to it. You’re scrolling through and she started it all with 'I know you’re in a meeting right now’ and followed it up with 'But I don’t care.’

Then the images came, intertwined with her messages. She’s telling you how she’s walking down the street and sending pictures of her reflection in the shop windows. How the skirt she’s wearing is just short enough. How it makes her feel like a naughty girl, which makes her feel even better. Every set of photos shows just a little more. First her legs, then her stomach, a glimpse of the bottom of her ass cheek, just peeking out from under the material. Then she tells you how wet it makes her, and she teases you with that fact.

'Seulgi please,’ you text back. 'I can’t deal with this now.’

'Yes you can, and you will.’ Then comes a video. You freeze as soon as you see the preview, and her next text makes a demand of you to press play as if she predicts your hesitation. You take a glance around the room, and everyone is distracted, listening (doing what you should be doing), so you make sure it’s muted and hit the button.

You can’t make out where she is, but she’s sitting and the camera is right up her skirt. A close-up of her wet panties; she’s wearing those white ones with the little bow on the front. Then a single delicate finger with a manicured nail comes into the shot and pushes the material to the side, and the view is right there. Your worst nightmare: temptation.

She runs her fingers over the surface, showing you the slickness of it. Running from her entrance to her clit and then drawing little circles around the sensitive nub. A deep sigh through your nose as you begin to enjoy the show too much. You have to stop yourself so you hit the lock button and look up at the presenter at the end of the table.

Another buzz, so you dare to check the preview. 'Go to your office, now.’

Why do you fall for it so easily? Why is it impossible to say no?

Several sets of eyes watch as you stand, and almost all of them offer a curious look as you take your jacket from the back of the chair. You offer up a half-assed excuse, and you can tell they don’t buy it, but no one says anything. With a forced smile, you leave.

You pull open your office door, and it’s the sound that gets you first—a soft moan. It brings about a panic, and you’re frozen, staring at its source. A leg on each arm of your chair. Long, slender, bare legs hanging over the ends. Toned thighs spread open, and a hand dances between them.

You have walked right into her snare, and she orders you to trap yourself in it. “Close the fucking door, will you? And lock it.”

You do it. You step into your own tiny prison with her.

“This, here.” Her hand moves over her pussy in little motions, her fingertips dipping between her lips every few strokes. “This needs you right now.”

“Seulgi, what are you doing here?”

“What does it look like? I’m masturbating.”

You scoff at her candour, “You can’t just—”

“I can. And I am. This is your office, which makes it my office. Now get over here.”

Like a dog being scolded and commanded, you obey, dropping your jacket to the floor on your way to her. You kneel down in front of her, between her spread legs, and you submit yourself to her instruction—to her whim.

“Look at you, ready to do anything to please me,” Seulgi says and hooks her hand around the back of your head. She grins before pulling your head in, her nails digging into your scalp, and your lips planting firmly against her pussy. “Good boy,” she murmurs against you, a content sigh falling from her.

You taste her. That ever-familiar flavour of wet desire triggers something inside you that can’t be stopped. You serve her. Tongue driving against her clit, she gasps sharply. Fingers lacing into your hair, she yanks you forward. It hurts, but she’s got you so close, it feels too good to complain, and her smell is intoxicating. You eat her. Eat her pretty pussy with open-mouthed kisses. Feverish delight. She is all that you need.

Your hands find her legs, her thighs, soft, firm skin, a reward to run your fingers over. It helps to dig your tongue inside her, to force her legs further apart. To flick against her clit just to make her buck. Seulgi’s thighs tense under your touch, your lips press hungrily to her sensitive nub, and your whole world revolves around bringing her to a climax.

She purrs loudly, moaning and groaning. Louder and louder. It goes right through you, it shakes you. “Good boy, that’s it, keep going.” She fucks your face, unapologetic in her need. Pushing your head right up into her cunt. She can tell when she has you. Seulgi can feel it when you gasp, moan and grip her tighter. Feel your desperation as you hold on to her legs and try to make her cum.

She gives you more. Arching her back, she holds your face so tight in her pussy. You give her everything you have, and it still feels like it’s not enough. Not good enough, not quick enough. Your whole face is dripping with her need as she keeps rolling against you. One more kiss, one more suck, a flick and a twist of your tongue, a suckling, a panting hot breath, anything to push her to the edge.

“Just like that, yes, just li—just fucking like that!” She crushes your head in between her thighs as they clamp closed, pulling you tightly against her, as her hips buck and shiver. Her whole body twists and writhes as her orgasm takes her. From her stomach, up to her chest and back down, a ripple courses through her and reaches her toes. She cums all over your face.

Even when her body stills, you do not relent. You lick her clean and look up at her feeling only the sense of duty. Of accomplishment. Because you made her squirm like that. All you need is her approval.

A shaky, weak hand pushes at your head, and you take the signal to move away, sit back on your knees and wait. You stare at the incredible figure in front of you, feeling a shudder in your heart and need in your loins. You know there’s nothing you can do. You would never challenge her power. So you take your time, admiring the gift of Seulgi in post-orgasmic bliss.

“There we go,” she says softly, breathing easy. She says it with the tone of a woman who expected no less. “Just as you should.” Seulgi rewards you with her gaze, eyes half-lidded, staring down at you as a predator looks at her prey. A smirk curls over her lips, “Kneel there for me. Stay perfectly still, like a good boy. ”

You do as she asks. As she commands.

Seulgi slowly lifts herself off your chair and you watch as her feet come to the floor, and she stands tall. Your eyes stare up at her. Perfect in every way. She runs her fingers through her hair a few times to put it back in its place. She smiles down at you while she straightens her skirt and then collects her t-shirt from the floor, pulling it back over her lithe body.

“Your face is a mess. You’d better clean that before you head back to the meeting. Don’t let anyone see you like that.” She turns around, walks over to your desk and collects her jacket. Then she takes her sweet time moving toward the door. Each step is taken deliberately, knowing it only fuels you, knowing how infuriating it is.

At the door, she waits and throws a glance over her shoulder. “I’ll be waiting for you at your apartment. Ready to claim another load.” She laughs, and then finally leaves you in silence—utterly defeated.