Eyes On Her

Your inability to keep calm in front of pretty girls has always been your downfall. You have countless stories about you embarrassing yourself in front of so many pretty girls saying stupid things that you wouldn’t normally say once they winked at you, flashed a tiny smile, pushed their hair back, or some combination of these.

However, this time was different.

“Don’t worry, you can look.”

Dahyun’s billion dollar smile eases your nerves a little—the girl in front of you just has that charm to her, to calm and to evoke joy in you. However, you still don’t want to say anything stupid, especially not to a world-class idol such as her.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. Just you and me here.”

That line of reassurance is all you need to finally turn your eyes back to her. The megawatt smile of hers greets your vision when you finally look up, and you’re instantly just as smitten as you were when you first laid eyes on her when she arrived for this year’s Fashion Week. Your eyes start to roam, however, down to the milky white skin of her exposed shoulder, to the tight curve of the black dress over her chest. Dahyun just smiles as your eyes wander, and she begins a set of poses that look both goofy and sexy, true to her personality. You’re the one who breaks first, giggling and laughing into your hand, then she does. Both of you have a small laughing fit in the empty back corridors, far from today’s afterparty of the New York Fashion Week.

Trust Dahyun to keep the spirits up with you, even if the situation right now is sexually charged. Dahyun had pulled you aside discreetly after one too many stares over the day, with her first question being “You like me?” You’d answered yes almost immediately when she grinned, and here you were with her, trying not to ogle her and failing until she gave you permission to do so.

“What time you off work?”

Dahyun’s English is heavily accented and a little broken, sometimes slow, but you found it endearing. She had an interpreter with her the entire day for the event, but she would try to use English as much as she could. Perhaps it was business, perhaps otherwise, but you found it endearing.

“11pm, Miss Kim.”

“No, no, call me Dahyun. It’s okay.”

“Oh, um—11pm, Dahyun.”

“Hmm…” The Korean girl hums. She rests her chin on her fingers as she thinks, and then she grins.

“Paper and pen? Phone?”

You pull out your mobile phone and unlock it. She enters your Notepad app and leaves an address and a few numbers.

“My hotel room. Come after work.”

“Wha—?!”

“You hear me.” Dahyun steps up close, close enough for you to smell the perfume on her. You gasp when her hand glides over your crotch, over your cock.

“Idols can have fun too.”

Dahyun leaves for the main party, but not without giving you a soft kiss on the cheek.

You knock on room 12-405 at midnight. The door opens almost immediately, and Kim Dahyun peeks out, her bright smile still just as dazzling.

“Come in, quickly.”

She pulls you in and closes the door, and now you’re in Dahyun’s hotel room. She’s traded her heels for the hotel’s slippers, and her long hair is now flowing down her back. You can’t help but find amusement at the way she looks all sexy on top, but very informal below.

“I’m not wearing underwear any more.”

Dahyun’s voice drips with sex, and while her smile may seem largely innocent, you can see the lust in her eyes. Now that there are no cameras, just you and her, she can finally drop the pretense.

“Oh, fuck…”

Dahyun grabs your hand, and you bite your lip when she leads it beneath the skirt of her dress. She moans when you come in contact with her crotch, and you gasp—she’s soaked, and the warmth of her body is so comfortable against your cool hand. Without thinking, you begin to rub against her folds, and Dahyun staggers, falling into your chest.

“Fuck…”

You’d never expected Dahyun to curse like that, and it’s just so damned sexy.

Your fingers slide over her clit, and Dahyun shudders. She’s so sensitive and so reactive to every touch, and when she looks up at you, the sheer want in her eyes has your cock twitching in your pants.

“More, please.”

Two words, so simple, and it lights a fire in you to give her what she wants. You want to serve her, to watch her reactions as she has sex with you. You rub your palm along her slit, and the moan Dahyun releases goes straight to your cock. Precum leaks from the tip, and you have to muffle a curse at just how hot she sounds. Slick stains your palm—a testament to how wet Dahyun is.

“I… I’ve been… waiting…”

Dahyun’s English is made slower by the pleasure coursing through her system. She releases another sinful moan, and you curse again—this time, Dahyun’s hand is over your bulge, her fingers gently brushing over your hard cock as she unzips your pants.

“I want you to feel good too.”

It is with those words that Dahyun reaches into your pants. You feel her pull the waistband of your briefs down and pull your cock out from the hole in your pants, and you hiss when she begins to stroke you softly. Her touch is delicate at first, but then she begins to stroke you just right.

“Fuck, just like that.”

“Really?” Dahyun’s surprised but happy, and you can’t help but fall a little in love at that moment.

“Mm,” you repeat, “Just like that.”

Your motions slow a little with the pleasure she gives you, and Dahyun grabs your wrist to get your attention.

“Faster, please. You can use your fingers too.”

With her instructions given, you begin to tease Dahyun’s opening with your middle and ring fingers, alternating that with rubbing her clit. Dahyun’s moans only get sultrier, and she strokes your cock a little harder as she spreads the precum beading at the tip all over your shaft. When your fingers finally breach past her nether lips, Dahyun lets out a long, guttural moan as inch after inch of your digits slide into her. You begin to thrust softly, and each thrust has you going in deeper and deeper until you’re all the way in.

“You’re so fucking wet, Dahyun.”

The Korean girl blushes harder, somehow. She’d already been flushed from arousal, but she somehow gets redder at the wet sounds of your fingers thrusting into her pussy. She sighs, part in pleasure, part in embarrassment, and you chuckle. Dahyun was adorable, even in sex.

“Kiss me, please?”

You see no reason to deny Dahyun her request. Her lips meet yours in a soft kiss, and two thoughts immediately plant themselves in your mind—Dahyun is a very good kisser, and kissing her helps you time your thrusts right. You find a steady rhythm with your fingers through the kisses you share with her, and Dahyun melts into you, every brush of your fingertips against her G-spot and palm against her clit drawing the sexiest moans out of her.

“Dahyun, I can’t wait any more.”

You pull your fingers out from the Korean star and wipe them haphazardly on your pants. You seek the zipper on the side of her dress and you draw it down.

“Wait, bed first.”