Feverish

"Hi!" You open the door to find a brightly smiling lady in front of you, her eyesmile enchanting.

"Hi, you must be Haseul?"

"Yes, thank you for sharing your place with me!"

"Of course, welcome, let me take your suitcase." You operated a AirBnB type thing in Korea, and you were very happy with Haseul applying to take a weekend off at your place - She seemed nice, and more than a little surprised when you looked her up, finding out that she's a girl group member.

"So, what brings you here, staycation?"

"Yes, just wanted to get away for a little bit."

"I get that a lot. Okay, let me show you the place," With suitcase in hand you lead her to her room, "Here's your room and the keys to it, the apartment key is also on there. It has a bathroom attached to it, so you have everything you need in there." You place the suitcase in the room and lead her back out. "Feel free to use the kitchen if you want to do any cooking, the living room is a shared space, use it like you would at home, I'm usually in my room anyways."

"Great, thank you! Are there any quiet hours or anything like that?"

"No...?"

"Oh okay, I like to sing, so just didn't want to do it if you sleep early or something."

"No problem at all, just treat this like your home, and sing as much as you want. I'll let you unpack and stuff, my room's the one opposite yours, you can find me there usually, let me know if you need anything."

"Okay, nice to meet you!" You nod politely and return to your room, going back to the video you were watching before she checked in.

Haseul was a quiet roommate, you occasionally heard her singing from her room, but other than that you didn't really interact much with her - you saw her rarely, only waving and greeting her when one of you was eating in the kitchen. You caught her a few times without makeup, but even then she looked pretty.

On the last night of her stay, you heard her shout "What?!" loudly, even through your headphones and two doors, so you went to check on her.

"Hi Haseul, everything okay?"

"Umm yes, so I have bad news..." She begins, biting her lip as she tries to find a way to break said bad news to you. "I have to quarantine, a close contact tested positive."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." You reply automatically, before her words sink in. "Oh, oh, you have to quarantine... here?"

"I'm afraid so, sorry about that."

The situation fully sinks in. "Do I have to quarantine too then?"

Haseul nods and rubs her hands apologetically, begging for forgiveness. "I'm so sorry I got you into this! I'll pay for the extra days or something, I'm so so sorry."

"No, no not at all, I took the risk on operating this place anyways. There will be no extra charge. Please stay in your room and let me set things up for us." She thanks you profusely as you leave, your mind running way too fast, and also a little scared about getting infected. You knock on Haseul's door after half an hour, noticing that she has put on a mask.

"Bit late for a mask indoors," You chuckle, watching her take off the mask sheepishly, "Anyways, I have labeled out separate cookware for us, we each get our own side of the table and couch. We have our own bathrooms, so should be okay there. Let me know what you want to cook and I can order groceries for you when I get mine."

"Great, thank you so much... and sorry about this again." She looks so cute when apologizing, you almost wanted to hug her. You settle for patting her shoulder.

"Not at all, I know it must be hard for you too, you were promoting your new song right?"

"Oh you know about us?" You nod and she smiles, before her mouth drops open. "Oh my god I wore no makeup in front of you! Ahhh!"

"It's fine, what am I going to do, take pictures of you with no makeup?" She looks at you in horror before you quickly assuage her fears. "I'm joking, I'm joking, I'm not, I swear I'm not! You're just here as my guest, and that's all, whatever you do outside I'm not interested in."

She calms down a little bit, but not before ducking back into her room and putting some basic foundation on.

"Please Haseul, you look fine, for what it's worth you looked better without the makeup." You try to calm her down.

"Pfft shut up, and thanks..."

"Yeah, so..." You trail off as well, not sure what else to say. "Enjoy your quarantine I guess, I'm sure it'll go by quickly."

"Thanks, you too!" She says, and you cross the hallway to your room.

The first few days was easy - it was just staying at home and watching Netflix. You listened to Haseul sing a few times, enjoying the tunes coming from her room when you left your door open. The two of you would stagger meal times so as to not be eating at the same time. Occasionally she would sit on the other end of the couch from you while the two of you were lounging around, both of you just chatting, happy to have some social interaction while in quarantine.

It all changed one night, only a few more days to go before the end of quarantine - you were feeling hot under your clothes, so you slipped your boxers off, fired up your "entertainment" for the night and began stroking. You felt yourself get close quickly, your core tightening, just a few more strokes...

"Hey, I- aah!" A piercing scream from Haseul makes you almost fall out of your chair as you hurriedly try to cover yourself, pulling up your boxers quick as you can while she slams your door shut. "Sorry, sorry!" She squeaks out.

"DoyouhaveanytoiletpaperleftI'moutinmybathroomthanksandsorryagain!" The words tumble out of her and you hear her shut her door across the hall. Cursing yourself for not closing the door you stalk over to your bathroom and grab a roll of toilet paper from under your sink. You pause for a moment to think about what to say to her - what do you even say to someone who just caught you masturbating? Nothing? Sorry? You give up and knock on the door.

"Hey, I have the toilet paper."

"Thanks," comes the immediate reply, "Just leave it at the door, I'll take it later, sorry for walking in on you, I should have knocked."

"No that's my fault, I left the door open, sorry about that, I should have closed it before I... you know."

"Right."

The silence across the door was deafening. "Umm right, good night then."

"Good night."

You go back to your room, diving on your bed and smacking the mattress - you wanted to slap yourself for being so careless. On a sour note you hear Haseul open her door and pick up the roll of toilet paper, you debated intercepting her and apologizing to her face-to-face, but decide against it. Your mood entirely ruined, you get off the bed and was just about to close the door, when you hear Haseul singing... you were glad that she was in a good enough mood to sing. But as you listen, you realize she wasn't singing but humming... and that she was in the same mood as you were. Your hand sneaks underneath your pants...

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Haseul was feeling hot, but the AC was already on. She blushes as she remembers catching her quarantine-mate stroking himself - it was normal of course, he had needs, it must be hard being quarantined. Her hand drifts from her neck down to her chest, feeling a warm flush go through her body. She had needs too, and if the stickiness between her legs is any indication, she has needs, needs that had to be met, now. She never thought she would be stuck here - she should be back at the dorms by now, with her favorite toy. Fuck, now she regrets not bringing it on this short trip.

Haseul's hand runs over her covered breast, and it is enough to make her gasp at the sensation. "Screw it." She mumbles to herself, slipping a hand underneath her top, gently squeezing her breast and humming quietly in satisfaction. Her nipples swell and stiffen, and when she rolls one between her fingers she has to bite her lip to stop her own moaning, it'd be embarrassing if she was caught like he was! She groans quietly, rubbing her thighs together, absentmindedly trying to get some friction between her legs.

So dizzyingly high is Haseul's arousal that before she realizes it, she's lying on the bed, hands wantonly groping and cupping her own breasts. Her legs spread on their own, the wetness very apparent as she feels her panties stick to her... fuck she needed more. One hand moves further down her body, over the abs she's worked hard for - she draws circles on her tummy, wishing it was someone else touching her right now. Now she's between her toned thighs, and without hesitation she slides her hand under her shorts. She whimpers the moment her fingers brush over her slit - even through her underwear the pleasure hits her like a lightning bolt. She presses one finger over the damp area, and she swiftly turns to the side, biting on her pillow to muffle her moan. God she needed to cum!

Her fingers are more daring now, acting on a mind of their own as they pull her panties aside, making their owner gasp as nails brush against quivering lips, puffy from aroused blood flow. Haseul throws her head back against the pillow as she slips one finger inside, feeling her own walls clench around the welcome intrusion. Not enough! She pulls the finger out, bringing it to her mouth before sucking it and the neighboring finger, coating it with lubrication. Another hummed moan, and now she fills herself with two fingers, better.

"Argh..." Still not good enough though, as Haseul moans in frustrated desire, twisting around and getting on her knees, burying her moans in the pillow as she tries to ride her own fingers, hips and hand moving in rhythm. That rhythm doesn't get her close enough, her fingers not quite long enough to reach where she really wanted to be touched. Damn it, why didn't she bring her toy?! Maybe she should invite her new housemate over, they could help each other out, he seemed long enough, and thicker than her toy, from what she saw.

"Nngh!" The thought spikes Haseul's arousal, and she moans loudly into the pillow, her body already clenching around the imagined shaft. Ignited with the naughty idea, Haseul's dirty thoughts fill in the gaps her fingers couldn't earlier, and her pleasure hits critical mass. Now an adequate proxy for the real thing right across the hall, Haseul's fingers work herself furiously, knowing exactly what spots within reach to touch. The pleasure was good but not overwhelming, and dimly in the back of her mind she wanted more. She imagined her housemate peeking in on her, was he still masturbating? Maybe he would come in right now, he would pull her hand away and plunge in with one stroke, she's sure he would fill her so good. God she wished he would walk in right about now...

"Fuck!" The much-needed orgasm hits Haseul like a train, making her bury her head in her pillow once more, one hand working herself furiously as the other tore at the bedsheets. Muffled moan after muffled moan left her body, until finally her legs went weak and she collapsed prone on the bed. When the pleasure finally stops she rolls on her back and looks down - her fingers are coated in her slick, and she grabs some tissues to wipe herself. What can't be wiped down though are her panties and shorts, completely soaked from her intense but ultimately unsatisfying orgasm. She'd have to do laundry tomorrow, ugh.