Keepsakes

Everything was going all according to plan.

Had your TV with all the streaming apps in the world on it for her to choose whatever movie or drama she wanted. And to think that this was how she finally got you to subscribe to all of them instead of finding rips off the internet.

Got her that camera she’s been eyeing for a while as a gift, all wrapped up with a memory card and an extra battery. Costed you a pretty penny, but for her, it’s all worth the investment.

Picked up your order from her favorite sushi bar, got it all nice and ready with her favorite dipping sauce, a couple of plates, chopsticks, and all sorts of beverages. Water, juice, beer, you name it, you got it.

Even got her a small cake with a cat and some silly phrases on top that wasn’t as great as the cake she posted earlier today (likely from the girls) that you’ll surprise her with right there on the doorway to make her laugh and happy and teary-eyed and—you’re getting carried away.

Anyway, it was going to be perfect. Perfect, you think. Down to the last minute detail.

And all that was left was to wait for her to get home from one of her schedules. Which, judging from her text, was already done and dusted, leaving you nervously waiting for her to come in the front door, ready to head straight to the door with a cake in hand the moment it opened.

So you waited. Kept yourself company by doing silly back and forths with her on the phone. Sending her memes to make her laugh like pics about her gachapons, her group’s antics going viral, and she responds with a set of her own about your ‘stupid’ obsession you call your latest hobby. Reminding her to drink water (she sends you a pic of her water bottle), letting her spill the tea about the photoshoot taking longer than it should’ve and that Chaewon finally admitting her crush on one of their managers.

You don’t know how long it took for her to come home. Could’ve been five minutes, could’ve been fifty. Time didn’t matter as long as you were with her. That at the end of everything you’ll still have her, and her you. No matter what happens.

The thought makes you smile. If only you had the balls to get on your knees and show her the ring you’ve had stashed away in your closet. You hope she hasn’t found it yet, even if you hid it pretty well if you do say so yourself.

But that’s for another day.

Today, you’ll be spending every single bit of your time, attention, and affection into celebrating her day. Whatever she wants, you will provide for her.

And when she tells you she’s gotten off and riding the elevator up to your floor, to your home, to you, you’re there standing in front of the door, cake in hand and ready to surprise her.

The familiar beep of your door rings out, and it swings open to show Sakura in the flesh, looking beautiful as ever even with the hectic schedule she has. Sure, her brown hair is disheveled and she looks incredibly tired from all of today, better than most days she has at least.

But seeing her eyes light up in surprise, joy, relief, all sorts of emotions upon seeing you makes your heart melt. Her gasp transforms into a grin when she sees what you’re holding, and suddenly you’ve forgotten everything you’ve planned for the day.

You blink, reality coming back down when you hear the door close. You grin and hold the cake up.

“Happy Birthday!”

The melody you call her laugh rings true in the hallway, the dull thud of her bag follows as her eyes turn into crescents and her hands come to her cheeks in surprise. “Honey!” The awe in her voice is evident, her gaze moving between you and the cake. “You didn’t have to get me a cake.”

“I wanted to,” you reply, shrugging before walking closer to her. “It’s not as big as the one you got earlier but–”

“I don’t care.” Sakura takes it in her hands, her head moving around to see all of it. “It’s yours, and that’s all that matters.” Your heart might’ve melted even more from that, until she looks at you accusingly. “Unless this is a red velvet cake in disguise?”

You chuckle as you pick up her bag from the ground. “It’s not a red velvet cake, Kkura.” Your hand rests on the small of her back as you guide her into the living room. “It’s ice cream cake, your favorite.”

She smiles up at you, letting herself be led. “Don’t lie, you were tempted to have it be red velvet.”

“Just cause it’s myfavorite doesn’t mean I’ll get it for you.” You place her bag down on the kitchen top as you pass by, moving behind her and placing your hands on her shoulders. “It’s your day, not mine.”

“Fine. I’ll believe you for now.” She rolls her eyes, making small steps to avoid having any accidents with her cake.

Cute.

You lead her to the living room, your preparation finally bearing fruit when she pauses to look at it all. And for a second you thought she’d start tearing up seeing how far you’ve gone for her. No matter how simple it was, she always appreciated everything you’ve done, and this was no different.

Maybe a little different, but still.

Sakura puts the cake down next to the platter and comes running towards you, almost tackling you for a hug. The air damn near gets knocked out of your lungs, stumbling back as she wraps her arms around you.

She mumbles something incomprehensible, muffled by her mouth being pressed into your shirt. You chuckle, tapping the top of her head as a way to tell her that you don’t understand a single word she’s saying.

“Hey,” you murmur, messing up her hair even more and making her look up at you so cutely it makes you want to pinch her cheeks. “Words without my shirt on your mouth, please?”

Her puffing her cheeks made you actually pinch them while she speaks. “You seriously didn’t have to do all this for me.” Her wide eyes are watering, and her arms tighten around you. “I’m happy to spend the rest of my birthday relaxing, you know?”

“It’s not that much, really,” you smile, and it wasn’t. She could have a lot more than what you’ve gotten her. She could’ve had a party with her members, and you already know Yunjin’s gonna get on your ass for stealing Sakura away from them for the evening. “Besides, it’s your day. My girl’s gotta have the best dinner her man can afford.”

The light pinch of her fingers makes you jolt. “Don’t,” she admonishes, pulling back a tad to give you a look. “Don’t start with that.”

“It’s a joke, sweetie.” Mostly. It was your pride talking, and you know she doesn’t mind you earning a lot less than her considering her job, but it gets to you sometimes.

Eyes narrow, gazing at you, looking for any form of deceit. It was intense; having her look at you like that. Studying your smile, the funny raise of your brow, every inch of your features until she’s satisfied with what she sees. And when she finally does, she softens, coming back to hugging you tightly.

She says a simple word that gets eaten by your shirt once again, yet the message was already understood. It hasn’t even been five minutes yet and you’ve managed to screw up your plan.

You sigh, patting her head before running them through her locks. “Sorry,” you start, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. “Didn’t mean to ruin the mood for you.”

“I should be the one apologizing.” Her cheek presses up on your chest, her mouth free of the cotton you’re wearing. “I made a big deal out of it, I just–” The pause comes with an exhale, her frame hugging you closer. “I don’t like hearing that from you.”

“I know, sweetie. I know.” Your hands come to cup her cheeks, pulling away slightly to get a better look at her. “Promise I won’t do it again, okay?” You squish her cheeks slightly, where she makes a cute whine. “Please forgive me for making a stupid, self-deprecating joke.”

She doesn’t answer straight away, letting you play with her cheeks—poking at them, rubbing them together, pinching them before she sighs. “Okay, okay. Now stop it with my cheeks.” Her head shakes, slapping your hands away playfully with giggles. “I need to shower, hun. Can you get the food ready?”

“Sure, Kkura.” You nod, bopping her cheek one last time before stepping away. You let your hand hold hers for a moment longer, rubbing circles on her skin. “We okay?”

“Yeah, you idiot,” she answers, her fingers leaving yours to cup your cheeks and give you a peck on your lips. “We’re okay.”

The taste of her lips entice you, yet she pushes you away before you have a chance to act. “Ah, ah. Not yet, honey.” She grins at you, already knowing what you’re up to.

“Alright, alright.” You raise your hands up in surrender. “Anything specific you want on your plate?”

“Whatever the chef recommends,” Sakura says, before turning around and heading to her shower. “I’ll be quick!”

You watch her turn the hallway, and your shoulders slump. “Idiot,” you mutter under your breath. Almost messed things up on her birthday because you thought of a funny thing to say.

Well, it did sound pretty funny in your head, but you weren’t expecting her to get on your ass about it. Not that you’d ever blame her for it. You’re lucky enough that she knows you mean well, else this night would be completely different.

You take a deep breath. That’s in the past now, you two are okay. It’s happened already, don’t dwell on it, put it out of your mind and just focus on her.

Her saying she’ll be quick means that it’ll take her ten minutes max, usually. Plenty of time to get everything ready.

And you spend that time preparing dinner. Wasn’t too much to get it ready though, getting her some of the sushi she likes from the platter plus some of yours, placed that can of mango juice she’s gotten addicted to recently right next to it and that’s all good and prepped.

You can still hear the shower running, so you do a few more chores. Plug her phone in a charger, dock her Switch by the TV. Check your phone for the news to find the usual gossip. Maybe a new dating rumor here and there, the usual government politics of the world sprinkled in your feed, a few of her group’s pictures popping up.

“Food ready?” You look up, Sakura walking towards you wearing a white top and some sweatpants, a pink hairband over her wet hair and a towel in her hands to dry her ends.

“Been ready,” you tell her, locking your phone and hiding it in your pocket. She lays the towel down on the couch while she walks, ending up sitting across you on the table. “Got you a little bit of everything. And seconds if you want. Or thirds. Or fou–”

“Hey, I’m not gonna eat it all!” The incredulous look on her face gets emphasized with her laugh, complete disbelief in her voice hearing you think she’ll actually eat the entire platter.

“Sure you won’t,” you remark, picking up your pair of chopsticks. “But on the off chance that you don’t –” The deadpan stare makes you chuckle. “We can always give the leftovers to your group. Pretty sure Eunchae would eat it all.”

“Kazuha would inhale this.” Sakura’s already clipped off the chopsticks, clasping her hands together and muttering her thanks. It doesn’t take that long after for her to be doing what her groupmate would do, and the chuckle you let out makes you stop mid bite. “What?”

“Nothing,” you scoff, smiling and shaking your head at her. “You look pretty cute with that headband.”

She perks up at the mention of it, her hand coming up to touch the soft fabric. “The collab gave us a lot of merch, so we might as well use them. Besides, it’s comfy,” she starts, before her mouth twitches at an idea. “You should wear it.”

“No.”

“It’ll look good on you!”

“No, Sakura.”

“But it’s my birthday.”

Oh, she just had to pull the birthday card. The puppy eyes and the pout she adds on to it makes for an unbeatable combination that makes you sigh and gesture for her to hand it over. She squeals, actually squeals and hurriedly takes it off and places it on your hands.

“So how do you wear this–” You hold your hair up with your palm and slide the headband over your locks, looking up and giving the soft fabric a few pats. The laughter you hear in front of you signals that you must look ridiculous right now.

The clapping makes your gaze return to Sakura, who’s cackling at you—full on wheezing and clapping and hitting the table in laughter. It was infectious almost, making you lean back in your chair and chuckle in seeing her so happy at such a small thing.

And that’s what you love about her. Could’ve been a funny moment like this or a serious one like earlier, but she makes the mundane things feel worth doing, the simplest of actions into something worth remembering as a fond memory.

“Funny,” you quip, grin on your face and throwing a tissue at her. Which did absolutely nothing as it bounces off her shoulder.

“You look cute!” She barely manages to say it over her laughs, hands clutching her stomach.

You raise an eyebrow. “Uhuh.”

“You do! The little ears on it make you so girly,” she giggles.

“Great, my manliness has been ego checked.” You roll your eyes, moving to take the headband off. Sakura reaches over to stop you, holding your hands in place with surprising strength. You knew she went to the gym, what with the constant performances she’s doing that were borderline killer on your body.

Not that you knew how hard the choreo was. Her workout at home was enough to do your stamina in when you first tried it out.

“Keep it on,” she states, slapping your hands away. “Seriously, you look cute wearing it.”

“I think you’d look better wearing this than I do,” you object, picking up your chopsticks. “It’s literally made for you, sweetheart.”

“And right now, I say that you leave it on,” Sakura replies cheerfully.

“Sure, sweetheart. Now go inhale your sushi.”

It dissolves into random banter after that.

You let her know about your one friend that doesn’t believe your entire circle when you tell him that his coworker’s into them. Even with the chat log being shown and numerous attempts of convincing him that she does, in fact, like him, he simply would not budge.

“What makes you think she’s into him?”

“There’s texts of her asking him out under the disguise of going bowling.”

“That sounds friendly.”

“Alone.”

“She likes him.”

Sakura tells you about her next set of schedules, a few fanmeets here and there, prepping for her next comeback about pasta while also prepping for her upcoming tour. You knew how important it is for her to have her first tour internationally, and while you just knew you’ll be missing her for the better part of a month, you’re also incredibly proud of her.

And you never miss a chance to tell her all about it. Most recently it was when you were there on one of the year-end stages. You wouldn’t shut up about how exhilarating it was to see her on stage and perform her heart out. The only way she managed to keep you quiet was to help her get rid of her post-performance high.

That was a hell of a night.

“–in a month. I’ll still be here you baby,” she jokes, talking about when she’ll be leaving. Half the sushi was gone, mostly because of her munching them down. For someone with a waist like that she has one hell of an appetite. “Unless you wanna come join us. I’m sure management can help pay for it.”

“I don’t think my job would allow that,” you say, reaching out to get a nigiri from the platter. “Unless I go on leave for like, a good month.”

“Don’t you have those extra leaves you haven’t used up yet?” she asks, sipping from her juice.

“I do, but not enough to last your entire tour.” You give an apologetic look. “And I don’t think your management would let me go with you. What would I even do there?”

“Be my walking pillow, for one. And be a temporary manager while you’re at it.” She’s already listed off the reasons and you haven’t even said yes yet. “We can all vouch for you too.”

‘We’ being her group and her managers. You’ve had the chance to meet some of them, at the occasional parties that Sakura can bring you with and the times she gets picked up by one of them. While it was nice of them to help you, your hands were tied.

“Still not enough leaves, sweetheart.” You shake her head. “Unless you want me to go AWOL?”

She sighs. “I hate that you’re responsible sometimes.”

“Blame your managers. And my boss,” you say, leaning back on your chair. “Besides, it’s not like I’m going anywhere you big baby.”

“Fine,” Sakura whines, sulking with another bite of a maki. “At least tell me you’ll miss me.”

“Sweetie, I miss you everyday of the week.” Your mouth runs off, how you miss her the moment you wake up. Say that you would never want to let her go if you could. Pouring your heart out without realizing it until you’ve stopped talking and she’s staring at you with this softness.

Sakura doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t have to. The affection in her eyes and the fondness in her smile tell you everything. Her actions mirror your words when she’s putting her chopsticks down, the food forgotten now, her focus centered around you.

There’s a screeching noise in between it all, a few light taps of her feet and a tug of your arm bringing you to the couch. She lets you sit first, before sitting on your lap, snuggling herself in your neck and wrapping her arms around you.

“I love you.” It was a statement. Her words head straight to your heart, unwavering in the devotion she’s expressing.

You say it back, your arm wrapping around her waist, another resting on her thigh. She leaves a peck on your cheek as she inches closer, turning your head towards her.

“I already know that I’m gonna miss this when I go on tour,” she whispers, keeping you near.

“I will too,” you reply, your thumb running circles around her thigh. “I’ll make sure to call whenever I can, Kkura.”

“Even if I call you at the weirdest times?”

“You could call me when I’m asleep and I’d answer.”

She smiles. “No, you won’t.”

You pause. You shrug. “Maybe sometimes, but we can negotiate for an eighty percent call acceptance rate.”

“Eighty?” She raises an eyebrow. “I want ninety five.”

“Bit too high, sweetheart.” You click your tongue. “Eighty five.”

“Too low for me, hun. Ninety.”

“Eighty seven.”

“Deal.” She seals it with a peck of your lips, resting her forehead against yours, tracing your jaw with her fingers. She smiles, giggling as she glances upwards. “You should keep the headband.”

“You don’t want your limited edition headband back?” you jest, shaking your head and making the headband ears wobble. It hits her face lightly, making her laugh.

“I can always get more.” She slaps them away. “Take it, seriously. Let me spoil you a bit.”

“By giving me a headband?” you deadpan.

“A headband that is a limited edition collab merch,” she corrects, looking so smug about it. “And given to you by Miyawaki Sakura herself.”

“I’m so honored.” Your voice sounds so sickeningly sweet it makes you cringe on the inside and make her pull away from you. “In exchange for this lovely gift, allow me to give you this–”

Your hand hooks underneath her legs, your other getting a better hold of her back as you stand up and carry her. The surprised yelp she makes as her hands scramble to your neck was adorable, and the added smack to your chest only emphasized it further.

You return to the table, lowering yourself down enough for her to grab at your gifts. “Pick up your birthday gift, Kkura.”

“You better not drop me,” she snarks, hands releasing the hold on your nape.

You chuckle. “I would never.”

Sakura reaches out to grab a hold of the blue box, lightly experimenting with the weight by making it bounce in her hands. “What is this?”

“You’ll find out in a bit. And don’t open it till I say so.” You straighten and begin your walk to the bedroom, Sakura’s focus more on the cardboard in her hands than you. Furrowed eyebrows, her lips all scrunched up. You can tell her hands are itching to get rid of the wrap surrounding it, wanting to rip it off and find out what you got for her.

You can only hope that she hasn’t bought it herself.

By the time you’ve laid her down on the bed, Sakura’s giving you the puppy eyes and a finger is scratching the wrap. Not enough to peel it off but enough for you to know that she really wants to take it off. “Yes, Kkura, you can open it now.”

Her whole being lights up, and she’s getting into the wrapping. Only pausing when she manages to spot the print on the side of the box, recognition filling her eyes as she stares at it. Squinting her eyes, pulling it closer before looking at you.

“No,” she mutters, shaking her head. “No way.” She turns back to her gift, taking the whole wrap off and showing her the camera’s box, memory card and battery taped to the side. “How’d you even know that I wanted this?”

“It’s been in your cart for months,” you chuckle, scratching the back of your head as you sit down beside her. “Figured I would get it for you instead.”

“Cause I thought I already had too many of them,” she giggles, peeling the extras off the box before opening it. “I have like–” She turns her head to the nearby desk. “Four of them. And a bunch more back in Japan.”

“You can add one more to the collection.” You watch her pick the camera up, fiddling around with it. Plugging the SD card in and turning it on, she brings it up to her face, points it towards you and takes her first picture using it.

You. Funny headband on and all. Looking like an absolute dork.

“Guess I know what to bring for the tour,” she says, tilting her head. Her grin makes you melt, watching her get into her own little world for a moment. She takes photos of herself, some random things on the other side of the room, you doing dumbass poses that make her laugh.

There’s even a few couple photos. The two of you taking a mirror selfie together, sitting by the bed, laying on it. Funny headband swapping between the two of you every other photo, ending up with you wearing it again when she takes the last shot.

It was a simple one—leaning back against the headboard, her head resting on your shoulder, hand high as she holds the camera up. You hear the flash of the camera, and she’s lowering the camera, showing you the result.

It was everything you’ve ever wanted with her. Comfortable, content. Happy.

Suddenly the ring you’re hiding pops up in your mind.

Soon. Not today.

“I like this one,” she utters, tapping a few buttons on the camera.

You rest your head above hers. “Me too. Want to send it to your phone?”

“Later.” She turns it off, setting it aside by the nightstand and shifting closer to you. Back to sitting on your lap, getting comfortable in your arms. “Thank you for tonight, hun.”

“Always, sweetie.” You kiss her forehead. “Happy birthday.”

She smiles, her cheeks getting rosy. “Best birthday in a while.”

“Better than last year’s?” That one was memorable for all the wrong reasons. “That might’ve been the best.”

“God, don’t remind me of that one,” she answers, trying not to smile as she remembers what happened the last time she had a birthday party. “The cleanup was a disaster.”

“But it was fun.”

“Maybe for you, mister.” She pokes a finger on your chest. “You were the reason why the cleanup took so long.”

You laugh. “It was Chae’s idea, I was just following her lead.”

“Right.” She rolls her eyes before they soften to gaze at you. “But I liked this one better.”

“Don’t let your members hear that.”

“Who’s gonna tell them, you?” You both let out a chuckle. “Seriously, I loved everything about tonight.”

“Yeah?” You can’t help but smile.

“Yeah. Dinner, the gift.” Her hand rests on your cheek. “You.”

“You forgot the cake, sweetie,” you joke, leaning into her touch.

“Fuck the cake.”

“Hey, I worked a lot for that cake.”

“Sure, you did.” The sarcasm is practically dripping through her voice. “How long did it take you to order it?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you say, pretending to think about it. “Maybe five hours? Could’ve been six. Had to get you the best.”

“Poor you.” Sakura shakes her head. “Struggled to find me my birthday cake. Did you get a headache from thinking that long?”

You purse your lips. “Maybe a little bit.”

She giggles. “Let me kiss it better–” She leans in to just that; more of a peck, really. One that quickly becomes two, three, four—Sakura’s wrapping her arms around your neck, pulling you closer. She’s nibbling your lower lip, asking for permission. And you let her.

You would always let her. Tongues dance around each other, playing inside of your mouths. She pulls away first, a string of saliva connecting you to her. One that she breaks with a swipe of her tongue across her lips.

“I need you,” She breathes your name, finger playing with your lips before leaning back in for more. Not bothering to wait for your answer. She already knows what you’ll say anyway.

You have me, I need you too, I’m yours. It’s all there, unspoken, unaired. All said through another lock of your lips with hers, smiling into it—coming back to that familiar intimate dance you two have done for so long.

Feel her gasp in your mouth when your hands snake underneath her top and rest on her waist. Have her fingers rest on your hair, scratching and tugging. Hear her moans as you pepper her neck with kisses, careful not to leave marks. As much as you want to, she’d get into a lot more trouble than it was worth right now.

“Hun,” she gasps, biting her lip to stifle a moan. You hum, asking her what she wants as your lips start trailing down her neck, to her collarbone, her shoulders. She brings her hands down to your chest, pushing you away. “Wa-wait.”

“Is something wrong?”

Sakura quickly shakes her head, fingers fisting your shirt. “No, no, it’s perfect,” she says, a breathy giggle coming past her lips as she smiles. “Just–thought of something I wanna try out.”

“Yeah?” You raise an eyebrow, giving her a questioning look. “It’s not gonna get us in trouble, is it?”

“It won’t.” The fact that she won’t look you in the eye when she answers you says a lot. “Maybe a little bit.”

“Kkura…”

“It can be our little secret.” Whether the lipbite she makes was intentional or not, it still manages to send signals to both your heads. “You’ll like it a lot, promise.”

You slowly nod your head. “Okay,” She reaches out to grab the camera again, and that was all you needed to figure out what she was talking about. “You’re not suggesting we–”

“Film ourselves fucking?” She cuts you off, waving the camera at your face. “Doesn’t it sound so naughty though?”

You’re not disagreeing with her, yet you’re also not fully onboard with all of it. She sees it too, the doubt written all over your face.

So, Sakura elaborates:

It would be the perfect time to do it, she reasons. Tour coming up, the two of you separated for weeks, if not months at a time. A reasonable, valid argument, you think. And that alone started the rabbit hole of all the other reasons that convinced you.

Wouldn’t need to imagine fucking her if you had a visual aid to help you out. Don’t have to think of what she would sound like if it’s all there, a simple click of a button and you’d have it all.

It benefits the both of you too, knowing she’ll keep a copy of it for herself. That the very fact Sakura will be touching herself to your debauchery makes you fall deeper. At the hotel room, the plane, fuck the thought that she might get caught by her members turns you on.

Gets the both of you going, really. Her breathing’s gotten heavier, cheeks warmer, need gleaming in her eyes. She almost has you on board with the idea, knows that all she needs is one last push.

“Here.” She hands you the camera. “Let’s do a little test run first.” She moves off your lap, coming down to meet your pants. She’s looking up at you while she’s toying with your cock, palming it over your pants. “Come on, hun. Start recording.”

She pauses. “And take that stupid headband off.”

“I thought you said it was cute?” You bring the camera up, your free hand pulling the band off your head.

“I’d rather not see that when I start sucking you off.” You let out a little laugh at that.

You start recording, and the naughty smile she gives the you (or was it the camera?) gets you in all sorts of fucked up. Pair it with her hands fiddling with your pants, her giggles when she spots how hard you are when she tugs them down, and her breath tickling your cock underneath the last line of defense you call your underwear, and the thoughts swirling in your head make you think:

Fuck, you should record this.

“I am gonna drain you dry,” Sakura says so cockily, playing it up for the camera. She gets her fingers hooked under the hem, and pulls them off of you. Your cock slapping her in the cheek, making her gasp, making her grin so perversely. Her hands make quick work of your boxers now—down your knees, off your legs, and she’s back to holding you by the base.

“Naughty, naughty.” Every word comes with a slap of your dick on her cheek. It makes you exhale shakily, not because it was hot—as hot as it was—but because looking at her through the camera made it seem so much more naughtier than it was.

She gets comfortable first, arching her back in front of you, showing you a view of that ass. Looking so tight, so fuckable in those loose sweatpants of hers. You’re making sure to get all of it, every small bit of action she’s giving.

“Christ,” you mutter, focusing back on Sakura’s face, her tongue sticking out to give a light, tentative lick on your head. Just letting the tip of her tongue wet you, teasing your slit. Your thighs flex in response, your free hand shooting up to her locks. “Kkura–”

“Hmm?” She’s enjoying it. Teasing you, the show she’s performing for the camera—all of it. The little wet smooch she gives your tip before she lets your length rest on her face. Messing up her bangs, covering her eye, her hand keeping jerking you off leisurely. “Something wrong hun?”

“Y-your mouth,” you plead, already knowing how desperate you must sound like when you inevitably replay this moment. “Stop fucking teasing and–”

A groan rips out of your throat, hands trembling when she has her tongue laid flat and licking upwards, inching closer and closer to finally having that mouth of hers take you.

Sakura stops back at your cockhead, staring so lovingly naughty into the camera, all with a grin on her face.

“Happy birthday to me.”

And she dives in, tongue swirling inside her mouth, stroking what she can’t take. The sloppy slurps accent the entire view, and fuck was it a completely different experience.

Seeing Sakura like this, blowing you so enthusiastically, every bob of her head paired with fervent hands playing with your balls would normally get you worked up so quickly that you would struggle to last long against her.

But looking at it through a small screen? Knowing that the next day, any day really, you could open this up and remember what she’s done to you, what she will always do to you at any given chance?

The idea alone sounded irresponsible. Reckless, degenerate, absolutely perverted at its core.

You couldn’t find it in you to stop recording.

“So fucking hot,” you start, willing your hand to stay still, needing to capture every second of this act. And you’re encouraging it, the fingers in her brown curls insistent; grip tightening, palm nearly at the edge of pushing her down further down your dick. “You look so fucking hot like this.”

She hums, pulling away from you, your cock left with the pumping of her fingers. “Yeah?” Her tongue darts out, meeting your slit once more as she shakes her head, making you moan and lean your head back, hand leaving her hair to fist the sheets.

Sometimes you hate that she knows your weak spot. You’re simply putty in her hands when she takes advantage of it.

“Wanna see me take it deep, hun?” There is no way in hell that you’re saying no to that. Isn’t supposed to be a question in the first place.

It’s an announcement. An imminent one— fuck you can barely answer her at all at this point—that she fully commits to.

She’ll wrap her soft, wet lips around your tip, her tongue flat against the underside. Looking straight at the camera as she excruciatingly begins to go down. Her throat takes every inch so damn slow, enjoying how she turns you into a shaking mess. Doesn’t gag, doesn’t make a single noise outside of her hums that you can feel on your cock.

Just taking you all the way down to the base. And she stays there, testing herself, trying to find out just how long she can have your cock lodged in her windpipe.

And if it weren’t for the camera on your hand you wouldn’t be able to count it accurately. If you can even keep track of it at all, too gone to even make coherent thoughts at the sight, at the sensation of her. The only ones that you can manage are slurred curses and groans that serve to motivate her further into keeping you in her throat.

You can only hope that whatever stabilizer software the cam has would help you out.

Her gag reflex kicks in, her maw beginning to call it quits. She pulls off you at the same pace— always the same pace—and lets the spit fall down the sheets. Some strands sticking to her lips that she doesn’t bother wiping away.

Sakura giggles, this naughty, lewd sound that makes you twitch in her hands. “You okay, hun?” she asks, leaning back in and giving her cheek a wet slap with your length.

“Never better,” you breathe out, moving the camera to your other hand. You’d think she would give you a break, but when she does a little cocky shake of her head, shrugging her shoulders at you like you just gave her permission for something, and drags your cock back into her eager lips, all you can do is let out a—

“Oh fuck–”

She’s gone rabid; completely unhinged in the way she takes you. Absorbed in the realm of the camera lens, her head almost a blur from her hair flying all sorts of ways, framing her face in a way so chaotically beautiful that it only accentuates the entire thing.

Her tongue, that fucking tongue of hers swirling around your tip whenever she come up. Making sure that every pass of her head comes with a swipe of her tongue around your slit. And whenever she wasn’t sucking on you, she’s lathering your entire shaft with spit, tongue running up, down, around you. Licking at your balls, playing with them, taking them in her mouth. Hands jerking you when she can’t use her lips, the wet noises sending you closer and closer to the edge.

The whole sequence is being immortalized in a teeny little thing. Your entire focus on making sure you capture it the one task that is holding you back from cumming. And it is a struggle.

Your only respite was in the form of getting blue balled—when she gets all the signs that you’re right on the edge. Your ruined expression behind the cam is all she needs to confirm it, and she’s pulling away from your cock with a kiss on its tip. “Sorry hun, can’t have you cumming yet.”

Her hands grab the recorder from yours, stealing a kiss on your lips. You can’t kiss her back, couldn’t kiss her back. Your body’s twitching all over, instincts telling you to take her. Have her pinned underneath you, ravage her, give her the same torture she’s inflicted upon you; the same way she did it.

Well, you suppose you shouldn’t punish her too much today. It is her birthday, after all.

She doesn’t even realize you’re moving, too engrossed with looking at the video you’ve made, laying on the bed beside you. “Let’s see how good this loo–” she gets cut off with a yelp as you’re the one pulling her sweatpants down, spotting the branding all over the elastic with the gray and white hues. She helps you pull her pants off, teasing you about how desperate you are.

And honestly, you could’ve said the same thing. The damp spot in the middle of her panties and the hard nubs that were poking through her shirt were dead giveaways.

“My turn, sweetheart,” you say, getting in between her legs and pressing a thumb where that spot is, and she bites her lip to stop herself from moaning out. “Let me pamper the birthday girl for a bit.”

You push your thumb harder into the fabric, your other hand toying with the waistband of her underwear. Drawing lines into her covered folds, she follows them with a roll of her hips, rocking gently against your digit. You don’t tease her for long, your hand joining the other in pulling her panties down.

She lifts her legs together, helping you pull them up her thighs, her knees, until it’s finally off her. Forgotten in favor of parting her legs, her wet heat greeting you. You lick your lips at the sight, hooking your arms under her thighs and pulling her closer.

“You are dripping, Kkura.” Your tongue can’t help itself from taking a swipe of your lips, already salivating at the thought of devouring her. You’re leaning in, the smell of her arousal hitting you like a drug.

“You know how much I–” she hisses, getting cut off by your actions. Pressing yourself into her folds, tongue laid flat at her entrance and getting a taste of her juices. “I–fuck–I get horny about sucking your cock.”

She adds something about the camera; how different it felt for her to have been looking into the lens instead of your eyes. That it got her thinking about what she’d look like at your side, how hot she must’ve looked blowing you, worshipping your cock.

And you’re right there with her, hearing it all through muffled ears as she’s keeping you locked between her thighs. Your tongue sliding through her folds, losing yourself in her taste. You slide up, kissing her clit, a finger pushing in her pussy, that warmth greeting you as you start a slow pace of push and pull.

She’s shaky, breathless above you. Her hand gripping your hair, her hips rolling against your fingers, hearing her so fucked on just this that you never even realized that she’s had the camera back in her hands, and her moans get overriden by her own words.

“Naughty, naughty.”

You exhale, eyes darting up to her face, now obscured by the device in her hand. Her free one’s left you, playing with her chest instead, palming and squeezing through her clothes while she’s completely entranced on the video.

You hear yourself groan over the video, sounding so drunk off the pleasure of her lips. It makes Sakura mewl, bucking away at your lips, the finger inside her now a pair, matching her pace.

“I look so,” she gasps, struggling to find that one singular word that encapsulates her entire being. She’s gone off the deep end watching herself, and watching her do it all in front of you makes her look–”So dirty.”

And she did. Fuck, did she look so dirty, so impure out of her normal self. Pulling her shirt, exposing that tiny waist that you love, tugging it past her breasts where you find out she was braless the entire time. Her fingers pinch at her nipple, and you turn your attention back to her folds.

Circling her clit, curling your digits inside her just the way she likes it, and she’s clenching around you. Impossibly more when you start sucking on her clit, making her thighs shake around you.

You’re almost tempted to tell her to do some recording herself, if she wanted more material to use. With the way she’s been fixated on watching the recording though, that might not be an option.

Oh well. There’s always more for later, you think.

“Fuck, hun–” Her hand comes back to tug at your hair, your nose pressed up against her skin, your tongue swiping her clit and another finger added inside her. “Ke-keep going, please–”

The soft thud on the mattress tells you she’s abandoned the camera to finally turn her full attention to you. Her thighs begin to tremble around your head, squeezing you closer, her hands palming her breasts, squeezing and pinching, her moans starting to keen. She’s dripping off your fingers with each pump, every move of your tongue around her clit turning her into a bumbling mess for you.

You have half a mind to tease—to stop her when she’s right at the edge of shattering. You can already picture how she’d react to it. Get all needy and clingy, whining about how close she was to cumming. And as much as you wanna see that, you didn’t want to delay the inevitable.

Besides, it’s her birthday. You’ll give her something better instead.

You pull your fingers away, plant a wet kiss on her clit once last time before prying yourself off of her thighs, spasming at the pleasure given and denied.

Unfocused eyes snap at you, her locks getting even messier than before, mouth opening to complain on being cut short until she watches you peck your way up her body. Turning those words into moans and shudders.

From her folds to that cute belly button of hers to her small little mole just under her soft tits that you wish you could lay on forever—you leave a wet trail of your kisses that make her writhe under your touch until you reach her lips. Capturing them with yours, devouring her moans into sweet drivel. Sakura leans, pushes past your lips, tongue entering your mouth, hands wrapping around your nape.

“Love you.” She brands the words on your lips, and it’s your only lifeline. Even when she groans feeling your cock brush her folds, your own grunts at keeping you in her embrace with her limbs, it’s all you can think of. More than infatuation, than devotion—no other words could explain it.

Simply the drive to show her that same emotion; pour the devout passion you have for her into every kiss, touch, breath. Have your fingers brush her cheeks, cup her breasts into your palms. Whisper your love for her through your lips, kissing her neck, nipping her earlobe. Hers come down to take hold of your shaft, pumping you slowly, steadily. Hips rocking, demanding your attention.

You break the kiss and look straight into her eyes. “Tell me what you need,” you mutter, breathing deep from the intensity of it all.

“You.” Sakura cups your cheeks, smile so beautiful that you almost wish you could take a picture of it. “I want you, honey,” she repeats, thumb swiping at your lower lip. Her smile becomes a smirk, beauty into debauchery, and you can do nothing but fall into her.

“You have me,” you reply, hand guiding your cock to her entrance, giving her a quick swipe of her folds with your tip before you enter her. Let her warmth envelop you, sliding in so easily inside her.

“Fill me so good–” Your name has never sounded so exquisite, hearing her moan it out.

You rock your hips slowly, deep thrusts that make her whimper. Your hands landing on her waist, running your fingers down to grip at her hips. Thrusting gently inside her, letting her enjoy the slow pace you’ve started. Arms return to lock you in place, keeping you close.

“Love you so much,” you whisper, lips brushing her ear. The faint smell of lilac invading your senses as you breathe in deep.

Her lips curl into a grin, breathy moans spilling out of her as she repeats them back to you. Leaving pecks on your neck, your cheeks as you keep the rhythm you’ve set. You almost forget to have this recorded like she wanted it. The words die in your mouth whenever you try to utter them, your hands never leaving hers, as if you want this one moment to be remembered in a different way. She seems to have forgotten it too, the small thing left on the sheets.

You bottom out with every push, and every drawn out moan that she lets out only keeps you addicted to doing it again and again. Her walls clenching around you, cunt leaking as you steadily go harder on each thrust. Needy gasps blow into your ear, the fingers resting on your skin digging in.

“Harder–” She’s spurring you on, all the filthy, nasty words she speaks into your ear changing your pace, slow gentle fucking turning into fast, deep pounding. The profanity spilling from her lips were obscene— fuck, yes, please. Make me cum, god, please don’t tease me anymore— turns you stupid, all form of restraint gone when she demands you dick her down.

And you’ll give it to her. Drive into her hard enough for the sound of skin against skin to fill the air. Your hand coming up to grope her breast, thumbing her nub. Pinching it between your fingers and she cries out. Back arching, leaning into your touch as you play with her tits. Alternating between the soft flesh, giving them equal attention. Your mouth nips at her neck, the desire to leave your mark on her skin so palpable it makes her giggle.

“N-not my neck,” she grunts, tugging you downward to her chest. “Here–” Your teeth bite down on a nipple, making her gasp.

“Like that?” you ask, twirling your tongue around the hard teat.

“More,” Sakura pants, head rolling back as the amount of everything starts to overwhelm her. Pounding, groping, biting—it all leads to her shattering. Peaking, screeching as her climax hits. She’s shaking uncontrollably on you, letting it rock her body, her pussy clamping down on your cock so damn tight that it makes you groan into her chest. Biting down on her skin, leaving a blemish on that perfect skin of hers.

She’s gushing on your length, hands snapping down to fist the bedsheets, her back arching at the overwhelming euphoria. Her moans serve to embolden you, the sobs that come falling out of her lips driving you forward, faster, frantic in your need to bring her back to the high that she’s just experienced.

“Kkura, sweetheart–” Her name is an anchor; one that makes you focus solely on her. Her wants, her pleasure, her need to be undone once more. Yet yours comes along with it—that pressure in your loins beginning to stir, your hips growing erratic in your movements, rhythm disturbed to get you off the fastest.

You come back up to her face, taking satisfaction in seeing the bliss in her eyes. She’s focusing back to you as your palm cups her cheek, mouth wide open as her gasps are all you can get from her. “‘M close.”

Her actions do the talking for her; an arm looping back to your neck to pull you in. Her legs lock you in, heels digging in the small of your back. And when her lips curl into that sinful drunk little grin, you can’t help but let one out of your own.

“Fu-fuck–” Her cunt clenches down hard on you a second time, begging you to let go. To paint her walls white, make her leak your cum. But you hold on, cling to whatever remnants of clarity you have. Prolonging the inevitable, making sure she gets to revel in this intoxicating euphoria. Yet she presses you; head snapping back, pulling you towards her foreheads coming to meet as she demands that you—

“Cum. Don’t you fucking tease me anymore and cum.”

Her lips meet yours, searing, messy, overbearing you and that one action breaks you.

You bury yourself inside her and let go. Filling her to the brim with your cum, letting it crash her a third time, sending ripples to her body at each spurt of your load. It was intense, the earlier blue-balling making you dump so much in her pussy that you’re sure it’ll leak out of her when you pull out.

Sakura milks you of it all, pulling away and resting her head back on the pillow, hair a complete and utter mess as she sighs at each drop of cum you’re dumping inside her. Looking so content with herself as your hips fuck your load deeper inside, until you’ve finally stopped pulsating inside her, until you’re collapsing on top of her, laying kisses on her neck.

“I–” she gasps, catching her breath. “I am edging you so much more after this.”

You chuckle, nipping her earlobe and making her giggle. “Only for today, birthday girl.”

“Yeah?” You can hear the way her eyebrow raises. “You’re acting like you didn’t drain your balls inside me.”

“Sakura, sweetheart, if you tell me that we’re going for another round after this I don’t care what I need to do, I am going to get it up.” The sweet harmony of her laugh greets you, making you come up from her neck to look at her. Glowing, this bright smile on her lips looking up at you.

“Such a horndog,” she jabs, and you roll your eyes at her.

“Like you didn’t suggest filming us fuck.”

Sakura lets out a gasp, turning to see the forgotten camera on the edge of the bed. “We forgot to record it!”

“ You forgot to, sweetheart,” you correct, chuckling when you watch her try to reach out for it. Being pinned prevents her from picking it up, so you grab it for her.

“I got distracted!”

“Because you were watching yourself?”

“Because you were eating me out!”

“Oh so it’s my fault?” You let her take the camera from your hands, and the sound of her sucking you off plays for a good second or two before it pauses. “Do I need to refund making you cum?”

“How would that even work?” Her laughter continues to sing in the air, shaking her head at the ridiculousness of the conversation. “Do you, what, un-fuck me or something?”

“I don’t think I would ever try to un-fuck you,” you answer, moving to pull out of her. She whimpers, your load dripping out of her abused cunt, turning an even bigger mess of your sheets. “And if I ever decide to, that’s an imposter.”

“I’ll keep it in mind, hun.” She’s eyeing your cock, still hard after the edging, the fucking, the release of your load not deterring how you’re still twitching. Aching, for more of her touch. “Still up for one more?”

The scoff that comes out of your lips is one of disbelief. Yet your lips can’t stop themselves from curling upwards, and you’re wondering how insatiable this woman can be when she gets going sometimes. “Did say I’d get it up if I have to, Kkura.”

“From the looks of it you already are,” she says, propping herself up, glancing down at the last remains of your load leak out of her, and her fingers swipe at the liquid. Having a small taste of your combined juices, licking it off her digits so sensually you had to let out a ‘fuck’ at the sight. Cleaned her fingers right off of it, and they come to wrap around your length once more. Stroking your length all casual like, making you hiss as she thumbs your cockhead.

Her tongue darts out to swipe at her lower lip, and before you know it she’s getting up; pulling her shirt up and off her frame. Camera in one hand, your wrist in the other. “C’mon, I have another idea.”

You’re sure it involves another recording, else she wouldn’t have brought the cam with her. Now you’re being tugged into your bathroom where Sakura’s leaning into the bathroom counter. And she’s feeling herself in the mirror; biting her lip, eyeing her perky tits and giving one a generous squeeze before glancing at you through the glass.

“Come now, cameraman.” She’s waving the little thing around, seducing you with a little sway of her hips. That ass of hers so perfect when you come close and cup them in your palm. Getting a good, full grope of her ass cheeks before giving one a slap.

She gasps, leaning further into the counter top as you give the other a smack of your palm. “Like my ass that much?”

“You know I love every part of you, sweetheart,” you shoot back, kneeling down and getting your face full of Sakura’s ass. Passing by her folds with a lick upwards before your tongue presses against her asshole, and she shivers.

“Hun–” She doesn’t get another word out before you’re tongue fucking her ass, hands spreading her asscheeks. You don’t stay for long, as much as you would absolutely worship that tight puckered hole she has. Only a small taste for the both of you, before you’re back up and pushing your cock back into her cunt, her heat welcoming you until your entirety is back inside of her.

You lean down and press your lips on your shoulder, giving her a chaste kiss while your hand takes the camera from her trembling hands. She gives it up willingly, her head turning to meet your gaze.

“Wh-what the fuck was that–” Her chest heaves, sighing from having you back inside her.

“Did say I love every part of you,” you tease, bringing the camera up near your face and facing the glass. A few taps and the red light on the screen starts to blink once more, and you straighten up to give the recording an entire view of the both of you.

From that defined line curving her back, her heavy breasts framing her body, pleasure etched in her angelic face—all memorialized into a tiny little card for the both of you. You don’t move, not yet. Not until she tells you to, when she’s recovering from your little surprise earlier.

Sakura lets out a weak moan when you give her ass a little pinch, trying to get her back to reality. You try again, moving up to cup her boob and pinching a hard nub, and her response this time is little livelier, leaning more into your touch.

Maybe you’re a little more depraved than you were before this whole video thing, when you make the camera focus on her face and tell her to—

“Say hi to the camera, sweetheart.”

Sakura focuses back onto you, getting a good look at the scene you two are about to make. She blinks a few times, this feral gleam in her eyes manifests. A smirk forming in her face, giving the camera in your hand a quick glance before she centers back towards you.

“Hey, honey,” she drawls, lazily starting to fuck herself on your cock. Grinding her ass whenever she takes your entire length, body rocking back and forth. “Hope you like watching me take this big, hard, cock–”

She’s turned it into a performance now, biting her lip when her fucking hits a particular angle inside her. Straightening herself up, letting her hips do the talking for a while. Getting a good look at her ass ripple, getting a cheeky slap of a cheek while she’s at it, watching her tits bounce each time she bucks back, getting it all on camera while your hand is holding on to her waist. One that she takes and lets it roam around her body.

Letting you wrap an arm around her, looping around her impossibly thin waist that almost seems unreal at times, especially with how full her breasts are. Drags you up to them, her hand squeezing over yours, making you get a good feel of her tits. And you’ll never get tired of having them in your palms, watching them conform to every tiny little movement you do.

Sakura’s filthy with her words throughout it. The fucking, the groping, the recording—it all comes to a fucking tee when she starts getting all vulgar. For when we’ll watch it, she says. As if she isn’t acting like your very own pornstar for the night.

“We look so fucking hot,” she gasps, her hips bucking faster. She’ll be watching this all in the morning, she adds. Looking like such a slut for you, for your cock. Want you to start fucking her, use me like the way I fucking like it, telling you to stop focusing on the camera and start goddamn fucking me, honey.

You give her a pinch on her bud, tugging at the hard little thing before you push against her. Once, enough to screw up her rhythm and you take advantage of it, trapping her between you and the marble. She whimpers, closing her eyes as you bury yourself inside her. Lips shaking as she sighs, your own nibbling on her earlobe before you whisper:

“Anything for you, sweetie.”

You leave her chest to grip her waist roughly, already imagining her complaints in the morning about leaving bruises. But she did ask for it, and all you can do is do as she commands. And whatever the birthday girl wants, she gets.

The recording’s definitely going to be shaky once you start hammering into her. You had thoughts of putting it down on the countertop and fully focus on dicking her down the bathroom, but Sakura had a better idea by taking it from your hands and making her record it instead. Getting her a front row seat to the recording and your undivided attention in fucking her.

You don’t know how she’ll keep her hands steady with the way you’re pounding her. Both hands on her waist, driving yourself into her with a relentless need to get her squirting on your dick. Your palm crashes over her ass every so often, leaving Sakura a panting mess. Taking you with ease, letting herself be used for your own benefit.

It’s all going straight to the camera, her mouth so close to the device that every noise she makes is getting saved. Every moan, curse, lewd word she struggles to voice out while she takes you. It stirs something in you, making you fuck her faster, a palm full of her plump ass. Spreading it to the side, getting you a view of her asshole. One you cover with your thumb, circling it and making her back arch and tremble.

“One day, I’m gonna fuck this ass,” you grunt, pushing your digit inside her. She makes a guttural moan, her arm losing strength and nearly dropping the camera. Her body is nearly flat on the marble, and you can’t have that. Not when she wanted to get this all on tape for her enjoyment.

You too, you suppose. But mostly for her.

Your other arm takes hers, the one that’s struggling to keep her upright, and you pull back. Use it as better grip to rail her, to fuck her harder, and her sultry giggles only urges you on.

The camera is still in her hand, grip ironclad. Doing her best to keep it as still as possible to capture every second of your debauchery. From each bounce of her tits from your thrusts, the rhythmic slaps of your skin against hers, all the moans and the encouragement you give her and her you.

“I’d let you,” she admits. “Let you be–fuck, be the first in my ass–be the only one that’ll ever have it.” She’s articulate with all of her words while she’s being wrecked; never a stutter coming out when she’s spitting out the naughtiest admissions.

Until her eyes rolling back and her jaw drops, a silent scream before she belts out a wail that would get you a noise complaint. Her pussy spasming as she cums on your cock. She finally lets the camera down, still having the wherewithal to make the lens face the both of you before her entire body gets rocked with convulsions.

And you’re still taking her, arm pulling her back and fucking her deep through it. Making that high last for her while it pushes you forward to yours.

“God, I fucking love you.” It spills out of her amidst it all. And you pause, hilting yourself inside her. Letting yourself catch a whiff of her scent, ground yourself with her sighs. Catch yourself repeating the same words with a kiss of her nape. She responds with a grin, leaning back against your chest.

Your grip on her arm loosens, the thumb pulling out of her ass. Coming to wrap around her waist as she rests her arms over yours. Her tremors have subsided, replaced with twitches. Her legs are almost giving out on her when you feel her rest her weight on you, and you welcome her. Allow her the reprieve she needs before it happens all over again.

“Still alive?” you whisper, chin resting on her shoulder to take a good look at her in the mirror. Eyes closed, ragged breathing striking her chest as she breathes deep. You’ve turned her into a beautiful disaster—one that you would gladly turn her into again if it means you get to see her glow.

She scoffs. “Barely.” Her thumbs caress your forearms, head lolling back to rest against yours. “Really delivered, didn’t you hun?”

“Hey, you asked for it.” Give her a little pinch to make her jolt, and she giggles with a lick of her lips.

“I’d tell you to fuck me till I can’t walk but I don’t think I’d survive,” Sakura jokes, the quick glance at your smirking face making her raise an eyebrow. “Oh please don’t do it, I have a schedule tomorrow–”

You respond with a small movement of your hips. “What the birthday girl wants she gets.” It’s a reminder of how hard you are inside her, her gasp when she feels you throbbing, needing that release that you’ve been holding back. “And if she wants it, I’ll make sure to provide.”

“Yeah?” She gives you a quick tap of your arms, gesturing you to let go. You do, letting them rest on her hips instead, and Sakura wiggles her ass at you for a moment, grinding against your cock, the tease that she is. Her actions make you groan, the urge to take her once more rising within you, though she has other ideas in mind. “Step back a bit, hun.”

Reluctantly, you do. Slowly pull out of her warmth, not missing the disappointed whine she lets out at the loss of you inside her. Sakura grabs the camera once more, the lens capturing everything. Spinning around to face you yet pointing the thing towards her. Giving it a devilish look of that flushed, post-sex aftermath. Tossing her hair back and forth, her hand messing it up further; the coquettish smirk she sends the cam before she focuses on you with the same look as she drops to her knees.

“What I want–” Sakura takes hold of your cock, her thumb circling your cockhead. Keeping the camera trained on her face, angling it so the recording will no doubt capture the inevitable. “–is for you to cum all over my face.”

She starts stroking you ever so slowly, gliding her hand from the tip to your base. Lips coming close that you can feel her breath on you. “Cause I really want it. Want your cum all over my face, my tits. Give me a facial for the camera, please?”

The small pink muscle inside her mouth comes out to play, teasing your slit. Your thighs flex under the pleasure, your hand resting on her hair. You know you won’t last, being so close to erupting. Her strokes grow faster as she leans in closer and takes your tip in her lips.

“Fuck, Kkura–” you groan, stepping forward. She giggles around your length, the vibrations sending tingles as she herself scoots closer. Aiming the camera nearer, getting a close up of her working you over.

She glances at the lens, giving a playful scrunch of her eyes at it. Taking you deeper down her throat, your dick disappearing between her lips. Her tongue flicking against the underside, hand circling your base to keep you still.

Your other hand goes for the device, wanting to take over so that she can focus more on getting you off. Sakura pulls it away from you, her head pushing deeper, taking you entirely and shaking her head at you. Wanting to control everything until the very end this time.

And you let her. Let your arm slack at your side while the other tightens its grip on her hair as she starts to go faster, growing volatile in her pace. Sometimes she’ll throat your length, others she’ll flick and play with your cockhead. Or it could be somewhere in between.

It’s driving you insane, the only way to get some semblance of clarity is to let it out with words. Each one of them goading her further, your groans mixing with her obscene sucking. Staring into those wide eyes, grunting out how good she takes it, making her giggle around your length when you tell her you’ll be looking back at this every chance you get. Every bob of her head building up the pressure higher, higher, higher, until you can’t take it anymore.

You yank her off your shaft, and the spit in her mouth falls down her chest, her tongue outstretched. Ready to take you, all with the encouragement of the camera lens getting it all. Your hand replaces hers, stroking your cock swiftly while she leans in, your tip right in front of her lips before she tilts her head back, presenting her canvas to you.

“Come on, honey,” she coaxes so needily, so wantonly, her free hand resting on your thigh. Looking so eager as she watches you, the spit that was on your shaft staining your palms as you faster. “Give me that hot, thick load all over my face.”

“Kkura–” The first spurt makes a line across her eye, forcing it shut. She grins when another hits her in the cheek, another coating her tongue, her lips, her forehead, her bangs. Painting her in thick, white streaks—and she takes all of it without flinching. Sakura only smiles, taking your load on her face, letting the camera capture every filthy second of it.

You aim lower, letting the last few drops of your load coat her tits, giving her a light sheen. She’s covered in your cum when you’re done with her. Flicking the last drop back at her lips, she lets out a satisfied hum. Coming close to kiss your tip, licking off any remains while she faces the camera. Taking you into her mouth and suckling gently for a quick moment, popping off right after.

Sakura glances up at you, letting you have a look at the absolute filth that you’ve left her in. A sultry laugh comes out of her lips, probably from the blissed out fucked expression you have. She comes down to focus on the device in her hands, pulling it closer. Blowing it a kiss while she lets your cock rest on her cheek.

The next words she says is of complete and utter euphoria.

“Happy birthday to me.”

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You don’t know what the hell you’ve done to her after that night, but you are not complaining about the consequences.

Every single stop she’s done for the tour, she sends you some form of perversion. A few racy pictures ranging from ‘innocent’ poses that show off her assets in all the right ways to the naughtiest ones such as her being nude in the damn changing room, short videos of her touching herself all while she’s watching your recordings (there’s a memory card full of them), and audio clips of her doing that same exact thing when she can’t film herself that she sends specifically in the mornings.

Leaving you with a poor case of morning wood and no Sakura in sight to help you take care of it.

You’re not exactly innocent in your part, either. Not with the amount of times you’ve jerked off to every single thing she’s sent. Imagining how you would take her on the hotel bed she’s on, what she would look like whenever you listen to one of her clips, reminiscing on one of the tapes the two of you have made before she left.

Hell, she has you sending ones of your own too. It gets her bolder, making her fall harder into this whole thing. Hitting you with the ‘What are you wearing today?’ question the other day and you almost fell for it if not for someone laughing at her side of the call.

It’s got the both of you fucked in the head, really.

Not to say that there aren’t quieter moments. Quick video calls when time lines up for the two of you, memes sent here and there, the ‘I love you’s’ and the messages of support from each other. It makes every day without her easier, the warmth she left on your bed coming back bit by bit.

You’re counting the days you can hold her in your arms again. Show your affection through actions and not simply words through the screen. To get on your knees and ask for her hand in marriage.

Soon, you think.

The familiar ringtone sounds off your phone, and you see her name taking up the screen. A press of a button and it gets replaced with her face, laying down on another hotel room bed somewhere on the other side of the world.

“G’morning,” she slurs, tired eyes lighting up when she spots you come into frame.

“Good evening to you, sweetheart,” you reply, propping your phone up on the phone stand. “You look beat.”

“I am,” she whines, pouting at you. “We had a run in the morning before heading off to the zoo. Didn’t get to see any lions like I wanted.” You can hear the disappointment in her voice when she goes on, being able to see all sorts of animals except for the one she really wanted to see. “But I did get a lion plushie instead.”

“I can see that.” Said plush was peeking under her chin, the yellow fabric scratching her skin. You lean back on your chair and smile. “Did you get to look at any penguins?”

“Mhmm,” she hums, head drooping deeper into her pillow. “A gorilla too. A few capybaras. The cheetahs. Not Chae, but actual cheetahs.” She gets ahead of you on the joke, and you let out a chuckle.

“Cheetahs might be a bit boring when you see Chaewon all the time,” you jest, and she rolls her eyes.

“Still fun though,” she says, eyes closing. She’s on the verge of letting sleep take her, this call with you being her only tether to reality. “Really fun.”

You smile. “You should get some sleep, sweetie.” You lean back in. “I’ll call you when you wake up.”

“Promise?” She takes a peek at you, fighting back the urge to keep them closed.

“Promise.” Your chin rests on your palm, a smile playing on your lips when she hums and gives you a smile of her own. “Want to see you before you perform tomorrow.”

“M’kay,” she agrees, her face blurring slightly. “Don’t forget to eat again.”

“I won’t.” She gets comfier on the bed, the phone almost falling out of her hands.

“Love you.”

“I love you too, Kkura.” Your thumb rests on the red button. “Sweet dreams.”

“Good night, hun.” It’s the last thing you hear along with her angelic face as you end the call.

You sigh, glancing past your phone where that tiny box rests on your desk. You reach out, picking it up and opening it. Admiring the gem resting on the metal. Glinting under the light. You wonder how good it would look on her hand.

Closing it shut, your thumb runs over the box.

Soon.