shades and devotion

As a dedicated gooner, you have a reputation to uphold.

Which means keeping your top poster ranking on r/kpopfap. You didn’t get here by luck or anything else. Days and weeks and months and years of perseverance make you one of the subreddit members’ favourites.

You post when no one else does. Those tits, those hips, that ass — you let the world know who they belong to. Not just that, you fight for her when no one else does — her honor, her humanity. You are always there to protect her, even if it’s in your unconventional kind of way.

this girl doesnt have that body that will make ur horny, but lets admit that she’s a tease.

> turnstyle: Wdym she doesn’t have THAT body???

All this over a woman named Oh Haewon.

—

The premiere timer for Blue Valentine finally reaches zero, and you’re watching the video play expectantly, hoping that they would build off the style of Fe3O4: FORWARD. You’ve been with them since the controversial O.O, to Jini’s departure, to Roller Coaster, the first song from them you genuinely adore, to career-best Papillon, to Blue Valentine, and you cannot be happier to see them finally rise to this point.

During the video, your eyes are glued to the screen, watching the sextuplet singing and moving to the beat on your monitor. Your foot taps the ground along with the rhythm, head nodding slightly in parallel with the melody. The song’s a goddamn treat, reminding you of the lost love you had back in high school.

It ends eventually, though, and it’s Adobe Premiere time.

In a practiced manner, you conjure up an animated snapshot out of the performance video — open and … cut it here, trim it there, slow it down — all focused on Haewon. Of course, your cock throbs the entire time you edit the video — those bouncy tits, those tight hips, that supple ass. (No deepfakes or AI edits though. Those go against your ethical gooning code.) The primal instinct inside your body surges uncontrollably, so ready to take over your sensibility and trigger your savagery.

(It’s just jerking off in front of your screen, nothing violent about it.)

You post your mirrored GIFs on Pixeldrain as a common practice, in case of deletion or corrupted files. Then, onto Reddit you go.

Title: NMIXX - Haewon

Add flair: body

Post

And you just watch the upvotes surge. Sure, they aren’t as plentiful as those other lustful, sexy aespa posts, but you’re always happy to post Haewon (and sometimes her bandmates). You’ve always loved seeing lewd comments about her.

Those are Korea’s thighs [Hot Face] I’d do anything to suffocate under her, holy fuck

First her tits, now her panties [Weary Face] Haewon making sure we eat GOOD

I think she’s a low key exhibitionist. [Grinning Squinting Face]

That’s just life — your life — posting about Oh Haewon’s artificially slowed movements and farming internet points out of that. It’s not what you hoped for, but it’s enough.

—

The crowd’s cheers echo all over Singapore Indoor Stadium. Lights and flashes barrage your eyes relentlessly. Goosebumps erupt around your body as NMIXX performs their last song of the night — Run for Roses. The fans surrounding you are screaming the song along with the ones on the stage raucously. You don’t mind, of course. Their passion is what you admire.

Your focus fixates mostly on Haewon. Watching her dance and sing in real life is nothing short of miraculous. You can feel a shiver every time she comes close to your spot on the stage. It’s as if your fingers will touch each other, creating a shockwave throughout the venue with how much you’ve been worshipping her — desire, admiration. Her eyes are so hypnotic, so inviting that you lose yourself in them. Then, there’s that body you’ve always admired through the screen — tits, hips, ass. You’ve seen them while editing those videos at home numerous times, but seeing them shine in front of your eyes is just unbelievable.

And safe to say that it makes you fucking rock hard.

You keep singing and dancing to the music with no regard for your surroundings. Your limbs flow along with the beat and melody clumsily like a hand-drawn cartoon character. God, the music is just deific. You cannot resist moving to the rhythm. The atmosphere is just that great.

—

“Goodbye, Singapore! Thank you!” Lily shouts into her microphone with her last bit of energy as the other women bow, signaling the end of the show. You’re still astounded and awestruck to see Haewon in front of your two eyes, to watch her dance, to see her unbelievably hot body shine against the lights and camera flashes. It’s definitely an unforgettable night.

You can still remember the way Haewon looked at you during the performance — eyes lingering on yours a tad too long, a few winks here and there with intentions. Even if you know that it’s just her work, you can’t help but get lost in the gambits she’s playing against your parasocial tendencies.

She’s basically an earthly angel to you.

The members do one last round of front-row fan meeting before they enter the backstage. Through the chaos, you immediately pick up your phone to capture the video of them in their close proximity to you — Haewon, Lily, Sullyoon, Bae, Jiwoo, and Kyujin. You watch them walking along the crowd’s edge, saying goodbye and good luck to the fans. They inch closer and closer to your section. You wait for them in anticipation, camera aimed carefully to capture their happiness at meeting their followers.

And the unthinkable happens.

As the women reach your spot, Haewon suddenly snatches your phone away from your hand, then—

She winks.

—and starts taking an exclusive video just for you, on your goddamn fucking phone. The patrons around you scream even louder, begging for Haewon to take their phones as well. You watch in awe as she captures herself with indulgence — doing a peace sign, pursing her lips, before blowing a kiss at your camera. You can feel your fibrillating heart as she does that. Your body shivers with excitement to have Oh Haewon touching your phone like this. God, you’d never clean your phone case again.

“Come on, give it back to him!” Lily half-chuckles. “We gotta go!”

Haewon gives it back to you, eventually, with a smile and—

Another wink.

—not stopping the video to let you film the other members as well. Your hands tremble frantically as you get your phone back from her. You can’t believe what you’ve just experienced. Your soul leaves you to become a mere spectator of your body. God. God. God. Fucking fuck.

As the women leave the stage area, you’re still standing there — drunk, dazed, hands still quivering uncontrollably. You quickly open the camera roll to watch Haewon and her smile again. It’s evident in the video that she looks rather happy on your phone — still her job, but you can’t help fantasizing about her actually liking you. You just stand there, watching Haewon on your phone blowing a kiss at you — shocked, puzzled. To comprehend that would take days, even weeks.

And oh my fucking God, there’s a hint of her yummy cleavage as well.

This is going into a part of your family’s heirloom.

The concert ends, and eventually, you’re left astounded by the events that have just happened before you. Your breathing is still ragged and uneven, barely able to reclaim yourself back into your regular consciousness. A few people around you chuckle, seeing you all worked up like this. And to be honest, you even feel more determined to post more of her on Reddit.

You stand there, frozen, confounded, until a pair of suited men approaches you from the other side of the guardrail.

“Sir,” the man on the left says — lean, sleek, young — and you’re pulled out of your trance.

Your eyes widen, mind wandering into the vast possibilities of why you’d get called by their … bodyguards? Did you do something wrong? “U-uh, yes?”

“Would you mind coming with us?” the other man asks — tall, bulky, also young. Damn, they’re making a good duo here. He opens the guardrail slightly for you to walk through. You’re still confused, though. What’s going on?

Is this about … Haewon?

“Do I have to delete the video she took? I mean, does it … uh …”

The men in black suits look at each other for a bit.

“We were just told to escort you to the backstage,” the bigger guard says. “So, would you kindly?”

—

You walk down the hallway, through the open door into a room, and you sit on the sole chair in front of a table.

Then, a thud on the wood. You jerk a little.

What a thick- ass document.

“You don’t have to read all of that,” a woman, presumably in her thirties, says, deadpan. “It’s don’t disclose this and that written sixty-seven times.”

Still skimming through the document, you ask, “What if I … uh … don’t sign?” and your brows furrow, gazing at the woman. She’s probably their—oh yeah, it’s printed on the tag hanging from her neck: manager.

“We know you’d sign definitely.”

“Still a maybe,” with a tilt of your head.

“Trust me, we know,” the manager says with a knowing smile — so suspicious that you think that this is barely a coincidence. There must’ve been some … background checks. Did they stalk you? Is this a trap concert like in that movie? Do they know about your precious fucking kpopfap activities?

“I know what you’re thinking, and yes, we know about you,” the manager says so confidently.

“S-someone did their h-homework!” you utter — so fucking pathetic, stuttering like an idiot.

The manager just laughs.

—

The hallway feels suffocating. Your heart beats fast; breaths are uneven; hands are clenching then relaxing. The manager leads you through the rug floor, deep into the silence of the hotel. As she walks with confidence, though, you look like a wet puppy trailing after its master.

Each step feels heavier than the last. You walk through the hallway without any hint of confidence left in your body. Your eyes keep blinking consciously to prepare yourself for the unknown. What’s going to happen? Are you in trouble? Is this the end for you?

Until she stops at a door. She turns towards you before giving you a keycard — A113. Her expression is just unreadable.

“Before you go in there, I’d like to tell you something.”

“Y-yeah?”

She takes a deep breath, then a sigh. God, your anticipation is running through the roof.

“It’s the first time that she has ever done this — this whole … uh … confidential thing,” the manager starts, trying to express the words with her hands as well.

“You mean … Haewon?”

She just smiles politely, professionally, tightly, while looking into your eyes. “Whatever goes on in there, just … don’t be a dickhead.”

You gulp. That’s a rather strange advice to give in a situation like this. It’s as if they have some secrets to keep away from the constantly prying public eyes.

“O-okay.”

And she nods. “Enter when you’re ready. I have other matters to attend to.”

The manager walks away silently, leaving you with a keycard to (possibly) Haewon’s room. Your mind is still reeling from the events of the night — the concert, the NDA, then this. You’ve really gotten a lot more than what the concert ticket is worth.

You take a deep breath, eyes still on the keycard — A113 — and you flip it to see if anything is on the back, just to waste time. Your entire body shivers with expectation at the unknown lying inside the room. From an r/kpopfap poster to a fantasized night with your sexualized bias, quite a pipeline.

Fuck it, here goes nothing.

You place the keycard on the reader — beep — and you hear the door unlock. Your hand pushes the handle down, and the door opens.

The room isn’t exactly spacious. Budget reasons, you think. There’s a bed and a television and a fridge and a table — everything that a hotel room should have. You hear a washing sound coming from the bathroom, but you decide to sit on the edge of the comfortable bed instead, waiting for that somebody to find you once they walk out. You take a quick glance around the room to find their belongings scattered everywhere — clothes, makeup kit, plushies. The space smells of air freshener and carpet — so peculiarly cozy.

Your mind wanders through the sea of possibilities. Maybe it’s not Haewon. Maybe it’s Lily, perhaps you caught her eye while Haewon was on your phone. Maybe it’s Bae. You like Bae. You like your women taller than you. Still, you’ll have to impress them. This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Don’t you dare fucking fumble it!

And as if it was cued, the bathroom door opens. Your body tenses into a fucking statue.

Those few seconds where the door just opens without anybody emerging is probably one of the longest moments in your life. You gulp. You blink. You inhale and exhale. It’s just so otherworldly intense. Your hands tremble on the bed frantically, going out of their way just to fuck this up.

Then they emerge out of the bathroom.

It’s her.

Oh Haewon.

Real. Tangible. True.

In conclusion, she’s nothing like you’ve seen in the photos. Hell, even how she looks right now is nothing like at the concert. She just somehow feels so real, not so untouchable, but still a godly figure in her own way.

In detail, Haewon’s jet-black hair is still damp from a probable recent shower. She’s already in her casual, ready-to-sleep clothes — a tee and a pair of shorts, barefoot. Her face remains as angelic as you can remember despite no makeup — eyes, cheeks, lips.

And she looks fucking beautiful.

Until the silence breaks.

“Hey,” Haewon says with a shy smile. Her voice is just so … deep, so magnetic.

“U-uh, h-hi,” you respond nervously, face practically heating to a hundred degrees (in Celsius units).

Slowly, Haewon takes a step towards you, as if trying to be cautious, then another, and another. You gulp, and the sound of it rings inside your ears. Your hands tremble on the bed uncontrollably, barely able to believe the image in front of your eyes. Then, you notice that you’re leaving too little space for her on the bed. You hastily adjust yourself only to fall onto the bed pathetically, eliciting a giggle from Haewon. What an icebreaker.

You regain balance quickly, not without embarrassment, though. The authoritative part of your brain berates you for fumbling your first impression with your ultimate bias. There’s a space for her now, at least.

She takes a seat beside you carefully, again, not trying to startle you more than you already are. Your body is still squirming with the proximity of her body. She smells of peonies and skin-care cream — so aromatic, so good. Her eyes gaze upon yours, as if trying to ask for something (and really, you can give her the world). To see her up close — this fucking close — is just unbelievable.

“Hi,” she greets you again, gently, and you’re doing your best to look into her eyes without passing out. Your heart feels like it can just break your ribs apart and scream from the inside of your body out fucking loud.

“H-h-hey.”

“You okay there?” she asks. “You’re so … red.”

You cover your face with both hands immediately. She’s right; you’re red with heat right now. “I-I … uh … very … honored to meet you, M-Miss Oh.”

Haewon chuckles again. “You don’t have to call me Miss Oh, really. Just Haewon is enough,” she says, and you lower your hands a little to find her smiling at you.

“O-okay, H-Haewon,” you stutter out, still shivering with fear and excitement among millions of things in meeting your favorite idol.

“So, like, how did you come here? Did the manager drive you? Or did you—”

“Y-yeah,” you accidentally cut her off to your regret. “Wait, sorry, I should’ve let you finish the sentence first, Haewon.”

She just smiles before assuring, “It’s fine, don’t be sorry. I cut Sullyoon off all the time too.”

The first chuckle of the night with her leaves your lips, eventually, and the tension feels not as thick as before.

“Really?”

A chuckle and a shrug, then, “If that helps.”

You look around the room again — bed, television, fridge, table — just to soften yourself, save yourself from further embarrassment.

“Oh, do you want something?” then Haewon gets off the bed to the fridge within her arm’s reach. It’s filled with an assortment of drinks — Pepsi, Coke, Sprite, 7 Up. You can’t drink them, though. You’re trying to be healthy here.

“U-uh, no, no, not really. I try to avoid drinking sodas … for now,” you sputter out, attempting to be as polite as possible in saying no.

Haewon slams the fridge door shut with a thud before getting on the bed again, one leg on the mattress, the other hanging down. “I can’t drink them either, gotta keep the image, you know.”

She earns another laugh from you, out of sympathy, out of the situation she’s in.

She’s laughing softly, then she warmly asks, “You probably still wonder why you’re here, don’t you?”

Your laugh settles, and a coy, “Is it because I’m a dedicated fan?”

You can feel the tension easing into something else now. You can’t quite identify it yet, but it’s going to prevail. You just know it.

Haewon chuckles. You can see the slight of her veneered teeth now. Her breath smells of mint. “There are like millions of people like that. Come on, think harder!”

r/kpopfap isn’t exactly a secluded community, if we’re being honest — almost half a million members as of now. She definitely knows about it — the way her ass jiggled with her dance moves, the way her thighs were a little too sticky when she crossed her legs, the way her underboob slipped out of her top and gained over ten thousand upvotes. It’s a sexualized industry, you can’t deny that, and you’re certain that Haewon knows about you — an avid poster, a prolific messenger, a horny admirer.

“Is it the clips?” you ask — meek.

She smiles, not one of mockery—

“Yes, Mister turnstyle.”

—but rather, it’s the smile of someone who knows your filthy behavior.

It’s not the end of the world, per se, at least it feels like that. Everything doesn’t come crashing down with your secret being exposed like this. You just sit there, watching her smile at you, treating you like you’re someone to her. Is it because the GIFs are in high definition? Is it because she loves being lusted after? Is it because you are … you?

“I was looking at those … provocative … clips of me — my body. I love it, really. Call me narcissistic all you want, I don’t care,” Haewon breezes with a chuckle. The thought of her watching her own slowed-down body floods your mind. Her eyes glued to the screen as she watches her horny fans admire the videos of her tits, ass, and thighs — cut it here, trim it there, slow it down. Then, she read the comments section of those posts just to see how they’d react to her gorgeous body like that.

The lace and peek at her boobs [Face with Spiral Eyes]

She places her hand on her chest.

never was a nmixx guy but damn i would eat haewon’s ass

A gasp.

Unmatched thighs, beautiful face [Smiling Face with Hearts]

She squeezes her legs into each other a bit tighter.

“And when I look at the username, it’s always you — always giving me the spotlight when others don’t, always there to protect me.”

Warmth surges over your body as she confesses — gratefulness. You feel your lips curving up slightly with her appreciation.

“We’re here to have fun tonight, still,” Haewon says. “Don’t dwell on it too much. That was just one of my icebreakers, if it matters.”

And that tension dissipates into comfort — the acceptance from Oh Haewon that knows you’ve been making slow-motion snapshots of her body to be sexualized on the internet. You can breathe properly again. The stress in your body eases, and you’re just so ready to continue the night with her now — no embarrassment, no fear, no hesitation.

Just you and her.

“So, like,” Haewon starts again. “Do you listen to other groups as well? Or is it just us?”

With the settling concern, you can finally answer confidently, “I do listen to other groups — TWICE, LE SSERAFIM, ILLIT — but you guys are my number one in k-pop. Fourth on my Wrapped last year.”

Haewon laughs. “Just fourth?”

“You were up against Olivia Rodrigo, Turnstile, and … uh … Paramore? I think? So I’d say that it’s pretty good.”

“Ooh, is that where your username comes from? Turnstile?” Haewon asks.

You smile. “Yeah, with a y instead of an i.”

You should ask her back. It’s fine if it’s the same question.

“What do you listen to, though? You guys never made a proper playlist on Spotify, right?” you point out.

“If I remember correctly … yeah, we’ve never done an official Spotify playlist,” Haewon recalls. “Although if we’re talking about what I listen to … there’s no us, I’m sick of our music.”

You laugh. “Yeah, I get it. I’d be bored too.”

Haewon giggles along with you. “Well, there’s Radiohead; that’s the basic one. There’s Nine Inch Nails. Then there’s … yeah, also Paramore, like you, and Slowdive.”

“It really fits your … wait, nevermind,” you stop before the MBTI talk, not before Haewon brings it back, though.

“Fits what?” Haewon asks.

You smile, trying to dismiss the case with a look away from her. “Just MBTI stuff. You’re not interested, right?”

She smiles, but this time it somehow feels forced — gummy, less sincere. “Oh, I just … yeah … I just think that it’s pseudoscience. Plus, I’m an ISTP. It’s a hard sell for a girl.”

You adjust your body slightly before asking, “Hard sell?” Your brain starts to connect the dots — ISTP, woman, blunt, practical.

Haewon’s lips curve downward slightly — a tinge of annoyance, not sure if it’s for you or the reality that hurts. “Well, you know, it’s an industry that is … tough … on us. You know the rest.”

ISTP, woman, blunt, practical. Thinking before feeling, not every time, but still a lot more. Loves solitude and silence. Sometimes rude, even.

Oh.

You think you know now.

“It’s fine if you don't—”

“I get it, yeah. I put myself in your shoes, and I think I get it,” you comfort her.

And Haewon’s face lights up with a smile again. Being understood is one hell of a drug.

“Thanks,” she says, avoiding your eyes for a split second. “Never thought I’d be talking about this with my top kpopfap poster.”

You chuckle quietly. “It’s fine. I’d give you the world if I could.”

Did that sound too white knight-y, especially from a person of your calibre — a too lusted-out fan?

Fuck it, really, just be yourself. She likes you.

You continue, “So, like … how’s life?” The final note sounds so unsure of your question, but you carry on.

“Well, I haven’t had enough sleep for a while now,” Haewon replies with a dry laugh, as if she’s displeased with her life. (Well, she should.) “With the tour and stuff and now — you.”

You give her a judging look, not without a still-lively chuckle though. “Me?”

She bats a side-eye at you, arms crossed on her chest. “Yes, you. You’re taking away my precious sleep time right now.”

Wait, but wasn’t she the one who—

“I-I thought you wanted me to be here?” you stammer out, scurried.

Haewon turns away from you now, closing her eyes like a kid. She makes a sound out of her nose, as if she don’t want your presence in her room tonight.

“Please, Haewon. I’m sorry.”

She holds the expression for a while, letting you bask in the uncertainty of her intentions on you. You feel the tension rising between the two of you again — a gorge. Until suddenly, she chuckles at you.

“Oh.”

“That was fun,” Haewon says, still smiling warmly. “But my turn now.”

You can’t help but chuckle faintly at her, your heart beating again after Haewon’s teasing. “Alright, go ahead.”

“Why me? Why not like … Sullyoon, or even Kyujin?” she asks, tilting her head a little. “I know you’re going to say that I’m pretty, but so are they.”

You ponder the question for a while. Well, there’s her looks (duh).

“You’re pretty, of course,” you respond, and Haewon just half-chuckles, sort of. “And you kind of look like you could beat me up in a fight.”

Haewon raises her eyebrows. “So you’re one of those guys who like … love strong women and all.”

Succinctly, “Yep, and I look kind of pathetic, don’t I?”

“I think it’s cute.”

And a small blow through her nostrils softly.

Your cheeks heat up at her answer. Cute. You can’t handle it, not really, even with the lack of tension between the two of you now. Being complimented like this by your ultimate bias is just … a bliss.

“Really?” you ask, daring yourself to look into her eyes.

A chuckle, then an answer from Haewon, “Yeah.” So confident in her answer.

Now is not the time to just jump around the room in jubilation, though. Keep your cool. Keep your cool.

You think you wanna kiss her.

So fucking bad.

You’ve seen her plump lips with the red lipstick before. They look so fucking kissable. The way she utters her words, it’s just so attractive. You could feel yourself getting lost in her haze every time she spoke, or sang, or screamed. And now, you’re right in front of her, lipstick-less. Her lips are still as kissable as ever, and you just can’t resist it anymore. You just have to kiss her, right here, right now.

“Why are you looking at me like that, pervert?” Haewon teases with a playful smile. Your eyes are still on her lips — full-focused, bullseye.

“Haewon.”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Haewon just chuckles, then she reaches forward for your chin.

That’s the first touch of the night, and you feel like you can explode right here and now. Her fingers just feel so soft. Blood rushes through your body to where her fingers touch. Your heart beats fast. Your pupils dilate. And most importantly, you’re rock fucking hard.

She tilts your face up slightly, just enough to have your eyes on hers. Her pupils dilate. Her pulse quickens.

And she kisses you.

Her lips taste like mint, probably from her toothpaste. It feels real. Her tongue invades your mouth with ease, and you just let her, really. She wraps her arms around the back of your neck, pulling you in deeper into the ardent kiss. Your hands hold her face firmly, eager not to let her go. You’re not letting her go, definitely not. Your body shivers softly in the kiss, but not too shaky anymore. You feel comfort. You feel safety. All this because of a woman named Oh Haewon.

The kiss feels like it could just go on for the whole night, but she pulls back, eventually, and she looks … concerned? She gazes downwards, crossing her arms and pulling herself away from you a little.

“You’re a good kisser, really,” Haewon says, wiping her lips with the back of her arms. “One thing before we continue, though.”

“Yes?”

Haewon gets out of the bed, standing in front of your eyes. Despite the casual clothes, she just looks like an angel here — so gorgeous, so angelic, so fucking ethereal.

She sighs, then grabs the hem of her shorts. This is it. This is the moment. Don’t fumble it. Don’t ruin it. Haewon sighs, seemingly reluctant. Then, she shimmies her legs slightly as she pushes her shorts down. You watch, drooling, in awe, completely speechless. Your eyes follow her shorts as they fall down to her ankles, and you look back up again to see her cock.

Wait, her cock?

Like an actual … erect cock?

It’s not a case of perfection coming undone. You’re still trying to process it. Oh Haewon, your ultimate bias, your goddess, has a penis. The sentence gets repeated inside your head an infinite times as your heart races. Your mouth is slightly ajar. Your eyes are laser-focused on her erection standing tall in front of you, and she just looks at you, waiting for a response.

You tilt your head to the side slightly, as if confirming the validity of the existence of her penis. Oh Haewon — a cisgender woman — has a cock, a seemingly functional one as well. It’s twitching and already oozing a little bit of precum out of the slit. You just sit there like a dumbass, trying to find a rational explanation, perhaps, to this fantasy situation.

“Do you still like me? W-with this?” Haewon asks, sounding a little more fearful, even if still seemingly composed, and with a look away from you, “I just … I thought … with how you talked about me online, f-for years. I thought you’ll accept me as who I am.”

She’s fracturing, and only you can fix her right now.

“Often times, I-I just look at your posts and remind myself that there’s someone who cares about me, even if in a weird way like that,” and a half-chuckle.

Whatever goes on in there … just … don’t be a dickhead.

You should give her some reassurance, really, even if it might look boyish. Your gooner brain don’t really mind her cock, really, really. You reach out for her hand, holding it dearly as you try to calm her down, try to defuse this situation, try to give her some respite.

“Y-you know,” you start as the gears inside your head are turning, trying to find the appropriate words for her, and you think you know what to say. “I once saw a TikTok about the concept of heaven. It was captioned like: When you get to heaven but it’s Chinese.”

Haewon’s melancholy turns into a look of confusion. She’s not pulling her shorts back up yet. She’s listening.

You chuckle softly, consciously trying to be encouraging with your out-of-place humor. “Yeah, and the guy said something like: It’s fine! I just didn’t think it would be Chinese.”

Haewon just looks at you, still puzzled. “W-what are you trying to say? Like, am I half-Chinese? Is my dick Chinese?”

“The latter, yeah,” you say with a warm smile. “What I’m saying is: you’re my heaven, Haewon, and your dick just makes it Chinese.”

“Oh,” and Haewon looks down at her hard cock before wiggling it. “Nǐ hǎo, I guess.”

You chuckle affectionately. “I’m fine with … that,” and you point to her dick that is cutely held by her fingers. “I like you for who you are, Haewon. I don’t really mind the dick,” you comfort.

A smile appears on Haewon’s face. “Thanks.”

You stand up, walking towards her that’s still bare from waist down. It’s obvious that you’re a little taller than Haewon. “No matter what, you’re perfect to me, Miss Oh.”

She chuckles, pushing at your shoulder tenderly. “Stop calling me that.”

“Just fucking with you, Miss.”

Haewon smiles before gripping onto the collar of your shirt, pulling you in for another kiss. It’s a little less fiery this time — more loving, less tongue. The sound of it rings inside your ears. She still tastes of mint toothpaste. Your hands fondle her cheeks gently. She then starts undoing your buttons in a haste, revealing the chest of your body. You shiver slightly from the cold of the air conditioner, but you soon adjust to it. It’s not much of an obstacle. Haewon moans softly into the kiss, turning the two of you into a whiny, needy ball of lust, and soon, your shirt is off, exposing your upper body to the chill of the room.

Pulling back, Haewon rasps, “You’re such a fucking wonderful kisser” — and a pause for a breath — “Can’t believe you’re a kpopfapper.”

Still breathing hard, you reply, “I’ve had a fair share of experiences before,” and you do, genuinely. There have been a number of flings since you started college — liberal arts, sociology, linguistics. It’s just that none of them has a cock like Haewon does.

“Nice,” she mutters. “I wonder, though, if this mouth is good for anything else.”

Your brows raise as if given a challenge, and you accept it. It's—

“Sucking your cock?” you reply dumbly — too blunt. Haewon laughs at you, though.

“Yeah, sucking my cock — my fat cock,” she says, digging her hands under your trousers’ waistline, and she gives your hips a squeeze. You jolt.

Well, it looks pretty fat in your eyes — meaty, huge, and the best part: suckable. Maybe you should just wrap your lips around it and start dragging them up and down, coating her with your saliva. She’s going to moan and squirm with how wet and warm your mouth is.

As if your legs are working on themselves, you kneel, eyes locking with Haewon’s. Your legs tremble slightly as you descend in front of her frame — past her face, past her chest, to her cleanly shaven cock. You watch it twitching and oozing precum onto the floor — awestruck. It looks so fat, so girthy, so veiny. She still smells of peonies and body cream, and to be honest, it really makes you want to suck her dick.

“Y-you can touch it,” says Haewon.

You reach out for the cock with your hand, shivering. This is it, the moment you’ve been waiting for since you saw her — the intimacy. It’s a little different from what you’ve been expecting, yes, but still a grand occasion for you, nonetheless. As you get closer, your mind asks countless questions inside your head. Should you just start sucking her off? Is she going to like it? Should you tease her first? Kissing her thighs? Using your hands?

You should just outright ask her, really, and see how she likes it.

You look up at her, watching her peer at you expectantly. “Should I-should I-what would you like me to do first?”

“I have to tell you something — one more thing. It’s-it’s the last one, I promise,” Haewon says, tucking loose strands of her hair behind her ear.

“Oh,” and a look of careful confusion — brows raising, mouth opening slightly — from you. Your movement halts, hand just centimeters away from her leaking cock. You figure that you should give her some trust once more — make her feel safe, make her feel loved. People are fragile, and she’s no exception.

“Yes, Haewon?” you ask, trying to sound as kindly as possible.

“T-this is my first time, w-with a guy,” Haewon stammers. “I’ve done this with just … Lily.”

The mental image isn’t too crass, cautious, more like. You think of Haewon and Lily experimenting with their bodies under the soft glow of Haewon’s room — intimate, loving, accepting.

“It’s just Lily, my manager and my parents that know about” — and she looks at her erection, tapping it gently — “this.”

And then there’s you, so … the fifth person in the world to know about the fact that Oh Haewon has a cock hiding under her clothes. And you feel so privileged to be one of her know-about-me participants. She trusts you enough with the secret — not even Sullyoon, Bae, Jiwoo, or Kyujin.

“Thought you’d accept me for the way I am,” Haewon continues. “It’s still pretty parasocial, but you know, guess I’m being that as much as you are, trusting the pervert who posts my bouncing tits and shut down my haters on Reddit,” with a chuckle.

This surmounting level of faith in you isn’t easy to find, and you’re just going to cherish this forever.

“I’m-I’m honored that you chose me. From the concert to … this,” you sound your appreciation for her — sincere, warm, with a smile. “Thanks for trusting me this much.”

And Haewon smiles at your sympathetic words. She really just hit the jackpot of a person — kind, trustworthy. You’re the best.

Haewon resettles herself on the bed, sitting atop the mattress, unreserved. She lets her legs hang from the edge of her bunk. You turn around towards her sitting. She then spreads her legs wide, inviting you to suck her off. You can only watch her erect cock standing tall in front of your eyes, ready to twitch and spurt inside your mouth.

You walk on your knees towards her, mind so full of your lips wrapping around her shaft — up, down. Your body shivers lightly with brimming anticipation, barely able to contain itself in the situation. As you get within her arm’s reach, Haewon ruffles your hair softly. To be honest, it doesn’t really help with slowing your heartbeat down to normal. Instead, it works the opposite way!

“Can’t believe I’m letting a kpopfapper suck my dick like this,” Haewon says with a chuckle.

You can only gulp before replying, “Y-yeah, me too.”

Your face gets closer and closer to Haewon’s cock. Millions of thoughts wander inside your head as the smell of peonies wafts into your nose. What if you use teeth too much? What if she doesn’t like it? What if someone walks in? All sorts of concerns run through your brain with no semblance of your control. And you can’t help but utter, “I-I’ve never done this before. Sorry if I can’t satisfy you.”

Haewon just smiles warmly before saying, “You’ll be fine. Lily was pretty bad on her first time too,” and she laughs. “I don’t want it to be perfect, really. I’m glad to have you here, turnstyle.”

A surge of warmth rushes through your body. Your heart flutters. All doubts are perished, replaced by the utmost confidence with Haewon’s kind words. Her cock is still standing tall right in front of you, ready to be licked, ready to be sucked. This is your moment. Don’t ruin it with meekness and self-loathing. No place for those here!

“You ready?” Haewon asks, hand still in your hair lovingly.

“Yeah, I’m ready, Miss Oh,” you answer coyly, bringing back that title in front of her gorgeous face, now looking a little pissed off.

And you start with her thighs — kissing, caressing. She shivers slightly as you do it. You’ve seen these thighs being sticky when she sat with her legs crossed. People were going batshit insane because of that split-second moment. Obscene comments were made.

To be fair, her thighs are as meaty as you’ve been expecting them to be — so fat, so delectable. Those comments aren’t too far from reality, after all, and you’re the lucky person to have your mouth all over them right now. Her hands grip the bed tightly, melting into the pleasure you’re giving. She closes her eyes, leaning back. Her thighs still smell of peonies and body cream — and it just makes you want so much more of her.

“D-don’t tease me like that,” Haewon whines, thighs quivering against your lips.

Involuntarily, her hand holds on to your hair a tad tighter, leaving you less freedom in moving. You find yourself struggling to shift within her grasp. Not your place to complain, really. You get to suck her cock in the middle of the night without going so far from home. You can take a lot more than being held by the hair like this.

You move closer to her cock with each kiss, lips leaving a trail of fire on her smooth, fat thighs in their wake. Her moans are a siren song to you — alluring, beautiful. You keep on teasing harder, and she can do nothing but let her cock twitch uncontrollably at the delayed gratification.

“C-come on, will you” — and a whine — “suck my dick already?” Haewon begs as she shifts on her bed uncomfortably. You’re holding out her pleasure — so merciless.

Each kiss trails towards the center slowly — some hit, some miss out of inexperience — but regardless, Haewon still thrashes and moans with her cock pulsing in the air like that, precum leaking out of her narrow slit. She’s just so needy.

Your lips reach her taint after what feels like an eternal torture, so close to her heavy, saggy balls. The tip of your nose bumps against her cleanly shaven testicles lightly and elicits a half-laugh out of her lips. Their smells waft into your nostrils — still peonies and a little bit of her raw body scent seeping out of her skin. Haewon groans from the depths of her lungs when you start lapping at her soft spot. It’s just so smooth, so sensitive, so pliable.

“H-holy fucking fuck,” Haewon whines with your tongue edging so close to her balls — licking, lapping, lavishing. Her strong, musky taste latches onto your tongue, and it’s driving you feral. Her precum is still dripping down her cock, to her balls, to her taint — salty, you think. She uses both of her hands to grab onto your head now, with no intention of letting go. She tries to guide your head up, and the pain in your follicles just forces you to follow her command.

As your head gets pulled up, you do your best to fit both of her heavy balls inside your mouth to no avail. Your mouth can’t open wide enough. You take one, nonetheless, and Haewon squirms as your tongue begins slobbering her sack.

With your nose getting closer to her shaft, the smell of her cock becomes much, much stronger than the peony body wash. It makes you heave and gag around her balls, but it also sets your lust ablaze. Despite your eyes rolling up, you keep lavishing and licking her sack and making her moan loudly inside this somewhat sizable hotel room. Her musk is driving you ferocious, and your tongue is making her insane. Your hands grab her thighs firmly, toying on her skin with your fingers for the maximum sensation on her body, and it works, really. Her nerves are responding to your touches — hair grip, spasming limbs, deep, raucous moans. She’s just so dazed and confused in the pleasure you’re giving her.

“Fucking—” and a deep, unadulterated groan from Haewon. She throws her head back as you find the base of her cock, her hands in your hair, and you go up further — along the length, along the veins, to the leaky, mushroom head. You taste the premature essence coming out of her dick with the tip of your tongue — salty, sticky — and it’s making every nerve ending inside her flare up akin to fireworks.

Then, you start your main course.

Haewon’s fat cock.

You wrap your lips around her, and you just dive in, despite the doubts, despite the uncertainties. Your hands still have her bare thighs in their firm grips, so close to her supple ass. Her hands remain desperate on your hair. You press your head down, forcing yourself to take more and more of her shaft. Haewon winces and yelps in pain as you reach the bottom of her cockhead, however.

“Fuck, y-your teeth. I-it” — and she grunts — “hurts.”

You pull away from her, not so much spit has lathered her cock yet — mostly just the tip. There’s a cough, then an apology. “S-sorry, I’ll try not to hurt you.”

Haewon just smiles weakly. “It-it’s fine.”

So, you loosen your jaw a tad more, opening your mouth a little wider, letting your teeth part a bit. Then again, you take Haewon’s fat cock inside your mouth, enveloping the tip with the warmth of your orifice — fewer sharp edges this time. Her hands are applying some pressure to the back of your head, making you swallow more of her cock with each second that passes. As you get pushed down, the shaft begins to press on the back of your narrow throat. You start to make gagging, retching sounds from your lungs. It’s the first time you’ve ever taken a phallic object down your throat, of course you’re going to gag. Her cock tastes of skin and musk and a hint of peony — pervasive, violent. With a look of concern, though, Haewon takes her hands off your head, letting you involuntarily spring away from her hardness.

“Shit, you okay?” Haewon asks, looking a little worried about your state after taking a cock for the first time in your life. The first cocksucking isn’t so perfect, after all.

A cough again, and you reply, “I’m-I’m fine, Haewon,” though you just look like you’re about to throw up. Your hands are holding onto her meaty thighs for your dear life, trying to recollect yourself back to normal (or: the state before taking a cock for the first time in your life).

“Y-you don’t have to take it all if you can’t,” Haewon huffs, chest rising and falling with her breaths. “Lily says that I'm—” then a shy hair tuck “—big.”

The winner mentality inside you prevails, though. You want the entirety of Haewon’s fat cock inside your mouth, even if she’ll ruin your throat with it.

You confess, “I want it all, Haewon,” airily. “I wanna be … you know … your throat goat.”

God, you’re just so devoted to her, aren’t you?

Haewon gives you a nervous look, hesitant to let you take her down your throat. Her cock can cause permanent damage to your esophagus! It’s just so long and girthy, and she doesn’t wanna hurt you like that. You figure that you should reassure her.

“I really want you, Haewon — all of you,” you say with a warm smile. The remnants of her pervasive cock can still be seen on you — drooling, arrhythmic breaths, trembling hands — but your heart is still utterly hers. You’re not relenting in front of your ultimate bias.

Haewon seems to think for a while, weighing the pros and cons of letting you take all of her.

She answers eventually.

“Okay, just-just promise you won’t hurt yourself, alright?”

You chuckle softly, and you respond, “I promise.”

In the next moment, you part your lips again. Your jaws relax. Your teeth part wide. Your mouth takes Haewon’s fat cock one more time, enveloping its length with the warmth of your orifice. Her body shivers uncontrollably the moment your dick-sucking lips wrap around her tip, and you press further down — to the curve of her tip, to her foreskin. Haewon’s raucous moans fill the room. Her hands grip the bedsheets tightly, not pushing you down her cock like before. She cares about you, and she doesn’t want you to choke and get uncomfortable with her cock again.

“Fucking fuck.” Still, she groans. Her eyes shoot up to the ceiling immediately until they become white. The sheets are all crumpled from how hard she has been gripping them. Your mouth is just that good. You move further down her cock. The tip begins to press on the back of your throat. You gag and sputter, but you don’t give in. You push forward as her cock starts to mold your esophagus into its curve — dangerous. Your body becomes struck by a quake. You shake. Your eyes roll. You breathe quicker. Your neck strains. You fucking gag.

Until she hilts herself inside your mouth and throat.

Tears are rolling down your cheeks with Haewon’s fat cock being fully taken by your mouth. Drool drips down with you unable to gulp, wetting her balls, her taint, and her asshole. She just throws her head back, grunting, unable to comprehend the sheer pleasure that’s coursing through her from the source that is your lips and mouth and throat. You gag. You choke. You sputter. Though there’s no plan of halting. You need her to bury her dick inside your mouth like this forever.

Oh.

Oh.

You’re getting addicted to her cock now.

Haewon’s fat cock.

And you pull back — not all the way, just enough to give her some respite — and—

A moan leaves Haewon’s lips as you push yourself back down — feeling a little easier this time with how your dick-sucking lips slathered saliva on her shaft. Her head falls back with pleasure. The taste remains tart, diluted only just a little with your spit. Again, you push on through until its length presses against the back of your throat, blocking the column and making you struggle to breathe. Your frame quivers pathetically. Your breaths are filled with the aroma of her dick. Your fingers press into her meaty thighs. You roll your eyes. You gag. You sputter. It’s a lot to take, but you can do anything for her, even if it means obstructing your airway with her cock. She throbs and twitches inside your throat, so keen to mold your orifice into the shape and curvature of her shaft.

Things start to become a routine for the two of you. Your lips get dragged back along the length of her hardness before being slammed back down to her cleanly shaven base again — no teeth. Haewon tenses up and moans chaotically with how fucking warm and wet your mouth feels, and you can feel the comfort of her hands that are almost touching your head, putting you fully in her command. She lets you control her still. And you keep making these struggling, retching sounds, of course, but you’re not giving in just because of this so-called predicament.

Numerous thoughts go through your head as you suck Haewon’s fat cock enthusiastically. She’s so big, perhaps even bigger than you, and she tastes even more heavenly — perfectly salty, addictively musky, peony-like. And then there’s a question: why does it feel so fucking good?

Your brain is too mushed with the girth of her cock to find answers to those queries now.

“H-holy fucking sh-shit,” Haewon rasps, eyes shot up to the hotel room’s ceiling, body thrashing with pure ecstasy as you bob your head on her cock in a so-unbelievably determined fashion. “Y-you don’t have to—fuck!” and her head falls onto the mattress again with you deepthroating the entirety of her cock.

Haewon’s hand moves to the back of your head once more, gripping the hair tightly. It hurts a little, but you’re in no position to resist. Her other hand squeezes her soft, pert tits, moaning, pushing herself to the limit of cumming deep down your gullet for the first time of the night. And as you look up, you can see the slight of her breasts under her shirt.

You’ve seen them before — a part of it, at least. You edited the clip and posted it yourself! And it was worth it, really — ten thousand upvotes.

4th gen underboob speedrun winner

underboob debut? i love Haewon and her tight delicious body and those boobs are the perfect handful [Drooling Face] [Drooling Face] [Drooling Face] [Drooling Face]

I can’t believe it. that we will see Haewon underboobs. Sullyoon when???

One of your proudest achievements, up there with her sticky thighs, her visible panty lines, and now: the fact that you’re devouring her cock like a hungry cockslut.

You keep on sucking Haewon’s fat cock rigorously, lathering it completely with your sticky saliva. Your body still shrieks every time she hits your throat, but you’re getting used to it. The core idea of this session is for Oh Haewon to fuck your mouth. The core idea of this session is for Oh Haewon to pump her cum down your gullet. The core idea of this session is for Oh Haewon to have you as her cockslut. You’re keeping that notion steady, really — deepthroating, enthusiasm, stamina. You’re just unreal, and it’s really driving her towards a climax she has never felt with any other man before.

“I’m-I’m close,” Haewon rasps.

Her hips are now thrusting into the space between your lips — involuntarily or not. It doesn’t matter. Her body shivers with her core being extremely stimulated with the warmth of your orifice. Your hands are now grabbing handfuls of her ass — that supple ass. You’ve jerked off to them before. It was from See That?.

Absolutely Haewon for me. The way it really shows when it comes together [Pinched Fingers]

Wow! I dare say Haewon has the best spread here [Flushed Face]

Holy shit this has to be one of my favorite nmixx posts of all time… ass and ass for DAYS Oh Haewon [Biting Lip]

You can remember it vividly. They were spreading their legs wide, and that fucking fancam from the back captured all of them — round ass, faint panty lines, meaty thighs. And now, just like her tits, you’re revelling in it.

Eventually, her ass clenches in your hands. Her breaths become more and more ragged with each bob of your head. Her hand grabs your hair so damn tight your scalp hurts. She’s close. Oh Haewon is close to cumming inside your mouth, shooting her fertile cum down your gullet, letting herself go, reaching the heavenly highs.

“I’m g-gonna cum!” Haewon shouts, and you quicken the pace, coaxing her precious semen out of her balls as much as you can. Your body overexerts one last time, swallowing her whole cock down your mouth and throat with your now-almost-blind vision. The smell of her shaft is filling your lungs — tart — and her moans become shorter and raspier and—

She breaks.

Time freezes, even if briefly, the moment the first spurt of her cum hits the back of your esophagus. The thickness and the taste and the scent of it overwhelm you with ease. Her hips rock up onto your mouth, effectively burying her cock deep inside your oral cavity. Her hand presses you into her forcefully, signaling the lack of intention to let you go. Your lips get slammed onto the base of her cock — aromatic, musky. Your body tenses up with the overexertion that it’s being put through. Your hands are grabbing her ass harshly, fingers digging deep into her skin. It’s a complete shattering of her idol image. It’s a snapshot of Oh Haewon’s first explosion into a man’s mouth — your mouth, to be specific — and it’s fucking beautiful.

One, then two, then three globs of her cum get shot into your mouth. You spasm with each spurt of her semen, and you can do nothing but try to swallow it down into your stomach. Haewon’s moans are so damn loud that you’re wishing for thick walls. Her head falls back. Her mouth opens wide. She’s shooting her baby batter into your mouth so fucking much, and it begins to leak out between your lips and her cock. Your eyes are still rolling into the back of your head with how thick she is, how salty she is, and how unfairly musky she is. Her cum is doing wonders to you, and you just never want it to end.

“Fuck! Shit!”

Her subsequent spurts become less and less violent, leaving you indulging in the aftertaste and aroma of her fertility. Haewon shivers in the aftershocks of her orgasm — quivering, spasming. Her cock pulses inside your mouth in a rhythm, with each beat shooting a little more cum onto your tongue. The core point itself seems pretty implausible — you sucking your ultimate bias’ dick until she explodes into your mouth — but you’re here, with cum leaking out between your lips, with her cock pulsing inside you. It’s a lot to take — materially and figuratively.

You down her salty, musky cum into your tummy. Haewon’s hair pull turns into a soft ruffle — less pain, more care — until you regretfully drag your lips off her dick, leaving just the lasting remnants of Haewon’s fat cock inside your mouth. There’s the molded throat, the tainted lips, and the blurry eyes.

Pop, and she’s just glistening with your spit like that.

“F-fuck,” Haewon whines, and she tilts her head down onto you, propping herself up slightly. Her eyes are already unfocused — astonished, lusted-out. You rest your chin on the bed — weakened, breaths smelling like fresh semen. Haewon’s asshole heaves along with her twitching cock obscenely as she comes down from her earth-shattering orgasm. Cum drips down her balls onto the mattress, tainting it with ivory white. Her ample chest rises and falls in a rhythm as she catches her breath. From the encounter to the reveal to the climax, it’s quite an unforgettable night for her, and for you as well.

“H-how do I t-taste?” Haewon stammers, looking all timid and clingy after her explosion into you. “I-is it … okay?”

You run your tongue across your teeth to gather the leftovers of her sperm inside your mouth, and you gulp it down, tasting her. To be honest, she tastes good, addictive even — immaculately salty, illegally musky.

“It’s okay, Haewon,” you assure her, wiping your mouth with the back of your arm. A little bit of her cum clings to your skin. “I-I love it.”

A radiant smile appears on Haewon’s face. “Really?”

“Really,” you answer. “Very unique, very … you.”

Haewon just chuckles, warm. You’re probably the first person to have tasted her cum. She seemingly remembers something, though. “Wait, you-you haven’t cum yet,” she reminds you airily — spent, mind utterly scattered.

You chuckle warmly. “I don’t mind, really. This is already … enough.”

“ I don’t mind my—” then a sigh “—my ass.”

Haewon then gets up from the bed, sitting up with her lower part still bare to you. Her cock twitches. Her body squirms. Her breaths rag.

“We come to Singapore like … once a year? I don’t want you to just go home and jerk off,” she says, and you can feel your heart flutter at her words. Is this not going to be just a onetime thing? She scoots over towards you until her slick cock almost touches your face again. “So, how is it gonna be?”

You peer up at her eyes, thinking about the ways she can make you orgasm tonight: your cock in her mouth, your cock between her fingers, or your cock in her ass.

Or the one that you’ve never tried: her cock in your ass.

“I don’t mind going another round, you know,” Haewon states with a chuckle. “And Lily usually lets me fuck her ass right after I breed her.”

Haewon’s fat cock — inside your boypussy, claiming your anal virginity, splitting you open for the first time in your life.

You quiver at the thought of it.

“Get up here first, before anything,” Haewon says, tipping your chin up slightly. “I wanna kiss you again.”

Smiling, you stand up slowly. Your legs are all strained from the prolonged kneeling, slobbering on her cock like a pure slut. Haewon wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you in to kiss her. You bend down slightly to meet her lips. Her breath still smells of mint toothpaste, but now with a little after-scent of her own cum being lathered by your lips — foreign, but not repulsive. Haewon’s tongue explores the inside of your mouth hungrily, eager to get a taste of her baby batter that’s left inside your orifice until she pulls away from you, leaving you somewhat high before the eventual nirvana that is her cock plowing your ass.

“You taste disgusting,” Haewon chides, then a bright smile appears on her lips, “and I love it.”

You just chuckle.

Haewon pulls you in again, this time aiming her hands at your belt to unbuckle it. It comes off so damn easily, and you work on your jeans next — unbutton, push, and they come down as well. What remains is a pair of gray boxer shorts. Dark spots have already formed on it — your precum.

Haewon leans in close to you, face a bit red. “I just know you love choking on my fat cock.”

So fucking sexy.

A shy giggle, then, “Could’ve been your tits, who knows?” you joke back.

Haewon raises her eyebrows, then she scoffs. “My tits?”

She pulls you in by the edge of your boxers, tilting her head slightly. You can see a glimpse of her cleavage through her neckline — those soft tits. It’s the same pair that you posted on r/kpopfap — 240124, Soñar, Show Champion. It was a slight wardrobe malfunction. The fabric beneath her crop top underneath her hoodie rode up a little too high. As mentioned earlier, the result was one of the top posts of all time in the community, and now, the subject is holding you by the edge of your boxers, smirking at the pervert who gave that slip the spotlight.

“Do you want me to take off my shirt and let you suck on my tits, Mister turnstyle?” Haewon quips, squeezing in her chest together to make her look a tad bigger than she is. You fall for it, of course.

You stammer out, still trying to keep your cool despite the tantalizing sight, “D-definitely, m-maybe.”

Haewon lets go of your boxers, letting the edge snap back to your waist, and she pulls her shirt up slightly, just fucking enough for her underboobs to peek out below it.

“Ten thousand upvotes for this, right?” Haewon asks playfully, teasing the hem of her shirt over her breasts. They just look so soft, so malleable. You just peer down at her — waiting, drooling, shaking.

At a loss for words, your mouth can only correct her. “I-it’s twelve thousand, a-actually.”

Haewon laughs mischievously, yet the way she does it is just surprisingly nurturing. “Smart mouth,” she praises. “I bet I can beat Waterbomb Eunbi if I just show a little … more.”

And Haewon pulls her garment up a little higher. Glimpses of her areolas tease your eyes, and you just let her do it, letting her play with you, letting her withhold the pleasure you’ve been craving for years.

“Say please, baby,” Haewon says, blushing lightly.

But you’re blushing a whole damn harder, and your jaw just slacks stupidly the moment she calls you baby.

“P-please.”

You’re staring at her dumbfuck-ly as she pulls her casual shirt up past her shoulders. Her nipples are just gorgeous — brown, perky, so damn perfect for your mouth. Your hands work on auto-pilot, reaching for her mounds without any hesitation. Haewon throws her shirt away, humming and closing her eyes to feel the pleasure as you grab and squeeze and massage her tits blankly as if it’s your instinct.

(It’s your instinct, really. You’ve replayed that clip so many times, wondering how her breasts would look like in full, and it’s right before you now. Words ain’t enough.)

“C'mon, get on the bed, baby,” Haewon coos, pulling you by the arms gently as she lets herself fall onto the mattress. You go down along with her, lying next to her. It’s near enough that you can feel her warmth radiating onto your body.

You climb atop her body, propping yourself up with your hands. Your cock strains against the fabric of your boxer shorts, and Haewon seems to notice that. She pulls them down your thighs, and your hard cock springs free, letting precum splatter all over her body. Haewon just laughs happily as you shimmy your legs to let her take your boxers off.

“This can rearrange my guts so good, you know?” Haewon says with a bright smile. “It’s like … pretty big. My baby has a big cock.”

You just smile shyly, running your fingers behind your ear, tucking the non-existent hair behind it. “Thanks, Haewon.”

“I’m yours too, ain’t I? You can call me baby too. I’d love it,” Haewon says, reaching up to caress your face gently. It sends a surge of warmth through your body. You can just melt into her right here and now.

“S-sure, b-babe,” you stutter awkwardly, evoking a chuckle out of Haewon’s lips.

“You’ll get used to it.”

And Haewon pulls you in for a kiss, and she begins drawing you in closer by your cute little ass. Her finger — index — circles around your tight asshole, and you just clench uncontrollably with her touch. You moan into the kiss whorishly. It’s difficult to imagine putting a foreign object inside, let alone close to, your asshole, but now, you’re here, almost letting Haewon’s fat cock penetrate your ass.

“This is your first time, right?” asks Haewon warmly. “Not even your fingers?”

“Yeah, I-I’ve never … done this before,” you respond.

“It’s alright. I love tight assholes,” Haewon jokes, and you can’t help but laugh softly. “Go get my lube, should be in the front of my luggage.”

You get off Haewon to the side of the bed, rolling over until the zipper is within your reach. Your hands hastily open it to find a bottle of lubricant sitting idly inside, and you just roll back towards Haewon, handing her the lube. She squeezes out a few globs of clear liquid onto her cock, smearing it until shiny and ready.

“Alright,” and Haewon tosses the bottle onto the pillow, careful not to let the lubricant on her cock smear her bedsheets. “You ready?”

“Y-yeah.”

Haewon smiles at you affectionately. “Okay, come here.”

You scoot over until you’re within her arm’s reach. Haewon reaches for your shoulder, and she lies down on her side, beckoning you to follow her. You are face to face with her on the mattress, and it just feels so cozy, so safe. It’s the happiest you’ve ever been.

“Flip over, baby, I wanna spoon you,” Haewon coos.

“Okay,” you reply before adjusting yourself a little awkwardly. Haewon then hugs you from behind, enveloping you in a tender, caring embrace. You can feel her cock poking against your ass — damp, slick.

“Tell me if it hurts, alright? I-I don’t wanna hurt you,” Haewon whispers as she runs her soft hand over your firm chest.

You just nod.

Haewon then places her left hand on your ass, caressing your cheeks softly before she moves to your still-tight snugness. Your body trembles lightly as the tip of her finger — index — plays with the rim of your asshole, warming you up for her hardness. You can feel yourself loosening up, ready to take her cock whole.

“I’m gonna prep you up first, okay?” Haewon says.

“O-okay.”

Haewon drags her finger along her lubed cock, lathering her finger with wetness as well. And in a sudden, you feel her finger pushing into the inside of your rectum gently. You contract around her digit, trying to get used to the new sensation of having someone else inside your asshole.

“Breathe and relax, baby, breathe and relax. I do this so that my dick doesn’t hurt you. I don’t want it to,” Haewon coos tenderly, caressing your cheek with her other hand sliding from under your neck.

You can only squirm as a response.

Haewon pushes her finger deep into you, and you try to relax yourself around her digit. And it works, really. You can feel her finger being less and less invasive with each second that passes. It’s so damn soothing, so irrevocably tender, until she pulls out.

Your asshole is ready for fucking — plowed, expanded.

“Wish you could see yourself contracting around my fingers, baby,” Haewon says.

She then lines up her cock at the rim of your virgin asshole. Her tip feels cold, yet a wave of heat envelops you as you shiver. She’s nothing but loving towards you, and you can feel that. This is it: the moment you’ve been waiting for. Your mind races with the thought of how it would feel to have a cock inside you for the first time. Her chest presses against your back — those soft tits. You feel a shiver run through you.

Until—

You grit your teeth tightly the first moment her tip enters your asshole. Your entire body shrieks with this brand new sensation of having a foreign object inside your rectum. Haewon lets out a powerful grunt as the friction becomes unbearable for her. She pushes and pushes in, letting your asshole contract and heave around her cock. Her pulse beats against your skin — loud and clear. You enjoy this new feeling until her tip nudges against a spot inside you — the spot that makes your stomach drop. That’s where things begin to escalate. Your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your hands tremble. Your legs shake. She pushes in further and further, until she hilts inside you fully, claiming you entirely as hers.

And you just let her do it.

“I’m-I’m inside you now, b-baby,” Haewon stutters out weakly. “Y-you’re so t-tight.”

You can only give her a moan and a twitch of your leaky cock in response. The pressure on your male G-spot (that’s the name you’re giving it, for now) is just unbearable.

“Is every boy like this — tight and yummy?” Haewon quips exhaustedly, perhaps still attempting to comprehend the suction and the tightness and the warmth of your asshole. “Or is it just you?” she continues. You can feel the way you shrink and expand around her, so damn filthy.

“J-just for you, b-babe,” you sputter, mouth barely moving with the pleasure. “S-so good.”

Haewon pulls out of you slowly. A string of wet, obscene sound echoes from below. Your asshole is still contracting around her cock — hungry for more. And in a sudden, she rocks her hips back into you, bottoming herself out inside your rectum fully. Your entire body spasms with pleasure as your G-spot gets stimulated lovingly from Haewon’s fat cock.

“So t-tight,” Haewon grunts, hugging you a little tighter and warmer from behind, basically locking you in place for the fucking she’s giving you. Facing right, her left arm drapes over yours as she pulls out of you again, and—

“Fuck!”

Haewon slams back into you. Her hold on you becomes even firmer. Your body can’t move, but it’s like you want to (you don’t). Her cock, just like what it did to your throat, begins to mold your hole into the shape of it. Haewon finds her rhythm eventually — push, pull, push, pull. Each thrust attacks your G-spot a little more, making you melt, making you wobble.

Her grunt becomes louder and louder with each loop — less caring, more primal. Your cock twitches pathetically from the relentless stimulation Haewon is giving your ass, leaking precum onto the mattress, and by fucking God, you’d just be ecstatic to live this forever — Haewon’s fat cock fucking your now-not-so-virgin boypussy into oblivion.

Things escalate. Your body gets rag-dolled more and more with each second that passes. Your limbs become less and less coordinated. Your eyes are all blurry and teary. Your mouth is blabbering nonsense into the cold air of Haewon’s hotel room. She holds your body dearly with you slowly dissolving into a mere boy- fucking -toy for her. Her snarls are so damn animalistic now. Gone is the sweet Haewon, replaced by a woman who is fucking you up — both figuratively and literally.

“You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you? Taking my cock like a champ,” Haewon says into your ear, and the words just alter your mind fundamentally — from comfort, into something darker and more sinister.

Submission, perhaps, for your one and only ultimate bias: Oh Haewon.

Then a Freudian slip — raw, spontaneous.

“Daddy!”

“Oh,” and a pause.

Silence.

Haewon holds on to you tighter, perhaps feeling a tad more possessive of your litheness of a body now. You hear her moaning softly from behind, almost a grunt. Did that awaken something inside her?

A breath.

“Well, then.”

Then she laughs, not warm, but rather mockingly and unabashedly cruel. Time doesn’t freeze with the leakage of your intrusive thought. Instead, it flows faster, not letting you retract (which you don’t want to in the first place, really) the declaration into a pure involuntary utterance.

“Guess you’re my little cockslut now, aren’t ya?” Haewon says as she rocks her hip into yours faster, pounding your G-spot with each punishing, yet satisfying thrust.

You can’t reply with anything other than Daddy, not really, mind too mushy to add anything more than that to the conversation. Your body begins to collapse in her embrace, turning into a mere fucktoy — some tight hole to be plowed open and carelessly fucked. Your cock keeps leaking precum copiously, spraying it everywhere onto the bed. Your lips are letting out whorish, slutty whines into the cold air of Haewon’s hotel room, filling the space with the vibration from your vocal cords.

“You know, even Lily isn’t as much of a cockslut as you, even when I fuck her pussy raw,” Haewon growls, floating the image of Haewon’s cock breeding Lily’s womb into your messy mind. With the unrelenting pleasure created by Haewon’s fat cock inside your ass, though, it’s just a split-second image of her whispering sweet nothings into Lily’s ears in the spooning.

And so it begins, the tightening in your stomach. You can feel yourself getting closer to the climax with each of Haewon’s relentless thrusts. Never have you thought you’d be cumming hands-free with a foreign phallic object inside your rectum like this. The idea used to be something repulsive for you, really, but with Oh Haewon, you’re more than willing to try.

“I’m c-close, Daddy,” you sputter weakly, brain agitated into a block of flesh as Haewon’s fat cock probes your male G-spot with the mushroom tip of her cock.

Suddenly, Haewon pulls out of your clamping asshole. She sits up on the bed, crossing her legs in front. Her cock twitches violently as she’s ready to burst inside you again — your rectum this time. Her frame shivers softly, not as much as yours, though.

“Get up here, baby boy. I wanna see your face when you cum,” Haewon half-orders with a slight laugh. Her smile remains warm, but her eyes — those damn fucking eyes — they’re burning with the need to make you hers.

Hastily, you scramble yourself up from the bed, asshole still sore from Haewon’s fat cock. You climb up onto her lap facing her, trying your best not to apply too much of your body weight onto her body. Her body warms against your skin, sending a surge of heat through you. Despite the moniker, it just feels so … peaceful.

“If only you could see yourself right now, baby. You’re so damn handsome,” Haewon says, and your heart floats. “I wanna remember you like this.”

What a moment.

You slowly lower your hips onto her hard cock, letting it split your asshole open again. It enters eventually, and you just keep going down and down until she hilts inside you one more time. Your body trembles with pleasure of her shaft against your G-spot, and that’s when Haewon starts to move.

You lift your ass up and let your hips fall back down once she’s halfway out. Haewon grunts in pleasure with the friction of your rectum. Her face contorts with each undulation of your hips until she can adjust to the pleasure.

Haewon looks and you drunkenly and happily into your eyes — eyes half-lidded, breaths ragged, mouth slightly agape. Her cock twitches violently within the tightness of your ass that’s so determined to milk her for all she’s worth, and she just kisses you.

Haewon’s tongue invades your mouth hungrily, tasting the inside of your orifice that has just been tainted by her white, hot cum. She moans needily into the kiss, unable to contain her brimming lust for you. Your hips keep bouncing on Haewon’s cock crazy style, building her towards another climax. The tip of her cock does wonders to you as well, jabbing at the sensitivity inside you and pushing you towards the precipice.

And she pulls back, looking all lusted-out and incredulously horny. “I’m gonna cum inside you, alright? I’m not pulling out of this tight little ass.”

Weakly, you reply, “Y-yes, Daddy.”

You keep propping yourself up and down on Haewon’s shaft. Her breathing becomes less rhythmic. Your vision blurs. Her mouth opens. Your cock twitches wildly. She’s ready to burst inside your ass. You’re ready to cum on her firm abs. It’s loving. It’s safe. It’s everything you’ve wanted it to be.

“Daddy!”

With such a prolonged buildup, it is certain that you’re cumming in copious amount. Your cock shoots ropes and ropes of cum onto Haewon’s tits, midriff, and abs. You moan whorishly as orgasm strikes you mercilessly — hands-free. Your body goes through spasm after spasm on top of her dick as she nudges against your male G-spot sitting inside. You can only think of how Haewon is molding your rectum into the shape of her cock, feeling the obscenity of the situation itself. Your eyes roll into the back of your head with bliss, unable to comprehend the sheer pleasure from Haewon’s fat cock. If heaven is real, you want it to be like this — Haewon splitting your asshole open with her thick rod.

Haewon follows suit. Her cock starts with another twitch inside your rectum. Then, you feel a new sensation of wetness inside you, something you’ve never felt before. It’s her white, fertile cum shooting into your ass. Haewon’s head falls back, and she groans into the cold of her hotel room from the depths of her lungs. Her body shivers as orgasm surges through her taut body. For the second time of the night, Oh Haewon cums from fucking your hole — tight, warm, wet. You’re so fucking drenched in her cum.

Your body quivers uncontrollably around Haewon’s fat cock as she slows down her rhythm into your warmth. She pulls you into another hungry, candid kiss. Your lips just shiver pathetically against hers. You’re so damn overwhelmed with everything — her cock, the moniker, the feelings creeping up your cheeks. All of this because of a woman named Oh Haewon.

As your lips latch onto each other’s, despite her cock still being inside, you can feel her cum leaking out of your heaving asshole onto her lap. You’re still wracked with the high of your precipice, too dazed to do anything about it, too drunk to stop her essence from flooding her thighs. Until she pulls away from you, leaving a sting of spit between your lips.

Haewon chuckles first, eyes still half-lidded, breaking the silence between the two of you. Then lovingly, she says, “Slut.”

“Yes, Daddy?” you respond to the name weakly, so damn fitting for a man like you who just took a cock inside his asshole.

“We should get cleaned,” and Haewon just smiles at you before she shifts herself slightly, slipping her softening cock out of your wanting asshole. More cum flows out of your warmth, wetting the mattress with white.

Slowly, you get up from the bed along with Haewon. She leads you towards the bathroom where the two of you wash yourselves with hot water, rubbing away the filth and sin out of your bodies and souls.

—

You and Haewon are lying on the bed, her spooning your body, naked, but now without having her cock inside your ass like before. Lust is now replaced by something far more domestic, something far more tender, something far quieter. It’s comfort. Haewon draws her hand over your chest mindlessly, making you quiver softly at her touch.

Your mind seems to trace back to a certain sentence.

“Do you guys actually come here once a year?” you ask her, mind reeling with the possibility of another thick-ass NDA being placed before you this time next year.

Haewon giggles. “Sometimes one, sometimes two, I don’t really know.” Well, maybe it’s this time, two years from now.

“Well, let’s say you’re in Singapore again,” and you gulp, uncertain if it would be too brazen to ask. You do it nonetheless. “Will you come find me?”

“Definitely,” Haewon answers as you tilt your head back to meet her smile.

“No maybes?” You have to ask. You’re damn sure what she’ll answer though. She’s that infatuated with you, as much as you’re obsessed with her. The feeling is mutual.

And she responds with a chuckle, “As long as you keep posting me on kpopfap, then … no maybes.”