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 one,” 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.