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"Wow, is this everyone in Fromis? I think I recognize everyone, I thought the company was huge from the building!" you comment to Saerom as you follow her into their end of year party. It was effectively a club on the top floor of the company building. Open bar, a dance floor, a DJ—everything you need to let loose.

"No, it's just a bunch of servers and documents. Pretty sure you've fucked everyone by now, I think." You nearly drop the drink Saerom hands you as she comments on your activities offhandedly. "Well, everyone at the top level. Come on, we have a table." You follow behind Saerom, and she leads you to what was clearly a VIP area, corded off and behind a curtain. It opens up to an empty table and seats, but as soon as you and Saerom take a seat, everyone you know comes flowing in.

"Oppa! Glad you came!" Jiwon flashes her pretty eyes, blinking coquettishly at you while she scoots next to you. "We're going for round two later right?" She winks to let you know she isn't talking about drinks.

"Yah drop it! He's Saerom unnie's date!" Chaeyoung pushes Jiwon off the seat next to you. "You know, it's not too late for Christmas oppa, I've been naughty last year, I feel like getting naughtier this year... Oops!" She spills a little of her drink on herself.

"You should listen to your own words!" Hayoung pinches Chaeyoung's ear and pulls her off. Chaeyoung pouts and goes back out to replace her spilled drink while Hayoung takes the newly vacated seat. "Oppa, think you can talk to Saerom? I'll take sharing you with her."

"Saerom I think they're all drunk," you mutter as Saerom pulls an already tipsy Nagyung in.

"And you're the meat appetizer." Saerom laughs and throws Nagyung into your lap, who immediately clings on to you. "Let's see... Hayoung, Chaeyoung's outside, Jiwon, Seoyeon, Gyuri—oh, where's Gyuri?"

"Probably still in the basement, that nerd!" Nagyung nearly makes you deaf with her loud reply.

"Who's Gyuri?"

"Oh, you haven't met her yet? You should go get her then. Take the lift down to the basement, she's probably still in the library." Thankful to have an excuse to get away from all the other Fromis employees swarming you, you squirm out of Nagyung's grasp and hurriedly exit the "club". The rest of the building is silent, and the ding of the elevator rings loudly as you reach the basement. Through glass doors the shape of numerous bookshelves can be seen in the dim light, the library dark save for a light peeking through gaps in the shelves. You let yourself in and head towards the light source.

"Gyuri?"

"Yes?" Gyuri looks up at you, and she tilts her head when you stay silent. "Can I help you?"

You're still trying to process how pretty she looked under the otherwise plain desk light. "Ah, yes. Saerom sent me to get you for the party."

"Oh, is it that time already?" She turns back to her computer. "I almost have this though." You look at her screen and see her playing a game of Wordle. You lean over and scan the screen.

"Hmm, you have 'irate' and 'shoal', and 'S' and 'A' are in the right spots and you have an 'R'. That means 'U' is your only vowel left, so it's 'S' and then 'U', something, 'A', and something. And one of them is 'R'." You ponder for a moment. "Why don't you try 'Sugar'?"

Gyuri types in your suggestion, and she squeals when five green blocks show up on screen. "Yes you got it! Wow that was only three tries!" She blinks, and seems to notice you properly for the first time. "Oh, you're that guy on the app."

"That guy?"

"The one all the others can't shut up about. I just assumed you were a dumb meathead, or a meatstick rather, going by how they all talk about you."

"Uhh I guess?"

"Well, I'm glad you're not just a meatstick. Come on, let's go then." Gyuri turns off the light and grabs her jacket, motioning you to follow her out the library. She is surprisingly quiet though, and the ding of the elevator is still loud as you exit it at "club" level.

"Yah Gyuri why are you late? And oppa come here!" A half-drunk Chaeyoung waves you over to her as Gyuri takes a seat at the corner of the table. Chaeyoung places a drink in your hand, and before you know it you're doing a love shot with her, to loud protests from the others. Saerom thankfully calms the room.

"Okay okay, everyone is here and Chaeyoung is done hogging oppa." Saerom refills your glass and raises her own. "Cheers!"

"Cheers!" You're on your second shot in two minutes. The next few come quickly, as everyone is jealous about Chaeyoung getting a love shot with you, so you have to do one with each of them. By the time you're done the room spins on an axis, the lights blinding and blinkering.

"Whew, I need to get some air." You stumble and your hands reach for support, but miss and almost clear the table of drinks, if it wasn't for Saerom, who catches you.

"Ugh he drank too fast, Gyuri, can you help him out? All the others are too tipsy." Gyuri sighs and slips your arm over her shoulders, half carrying you out of the VIP lounge. As soon as you are out of the thick lounge air though, you head immediately feels clearer.

"Thanks, it's much better here, I can walk on my own."

"Are you sure?" Her hand doesn't leave you arm as you exit the room.

"Yes, I'm good now, sorry for troubling you."

"Not at all." Gyuri leaves you, but to your surprise she doesn't head back to the lounge. No, she heads for the exit.

"You're leaving already?"

"Yeah, we did the cheers, that's good enough, tell Saerom I left."

"You sure?"

"Mmhmm, I'll see you, and thanks for the help on the puzzle!" After taking a breather outside, you head back into the "club", and you note that things have calmed down somewhat—it looks like most of them are thankfully calm drunks.

But they are still dirty drunks. "Oppa! Are you back from doing Gyuri unnie already?" Seoyeon slurs her words. "Did you go ding-dong all over her back?"

"Yeah right, Gyuri unnie doesn't drop her panties for anyone with less than 400 IQ!" Nagyung declares loudly, rendering you half deaf again.

"Pabo, no one has an IQ that high!" Saerom declares with a giggle, smacking Nagyung in the head.

"Ow! E-Exactly! Gyuri hasn't gotten any!"

"Who knows, she never tells us anything!"

"Okay, are we done speculating about our coworker yet?" Saerom reminds them. "Gyuri doesn't want to tell us about her sex life, and that's fine."

"Why, are you going to tell us about your sex life?" Chaeyoung fires back, and Saerom turns red. "What are all the ways oppa has fucked you, and when can we expect that to be done to us?"

You and Saerom disappear under their hungry gazes, and after a few drinks a tipsy and giggling Saerom is shyly but truthfully telling everyone bawdy tales about what the two of you do, earning you looks of disgust, desire, and laughter, depending on the act. You cut the night short, making up an excuse and sweeping Saerom off her feet to retire for the night, to catcalls and many messages from the other Fromis employees on your phone. All but from Gyuri.

That changes the next week though, as you see that you have a direct message from Gyuri on the app.

Hey.

Hey, I didn't know you could send messages without matching first

It's a new feature I think, called DM, for direct message.

Creative acronym, what's up?

Would you like to do an escape room with me?

That was random, but it would be fun.

Sure, let me know!

"Hi Gyuri!" you greet her with a smile as she waits at the entrance of the escape room, called Midnight Guest. You couldn’t help but rove over her figure—a simple jacket over her top, her midriff a magnet for your gaze. Her powder blue skirt below reveals plenty of leg. The library stocked fashion magazines, it looks like.

"Hey, glad you could make it, let's go!"

The two of you are greeted by someone dressed as an hotel concierge.

"Good evening, you will be staying in room 469, said to be haunted by spirits and apparitions. You are tasked with uncovering the secrets of the room and dispelling any supernatural activity, but be careful, that room is said to receive frequent midnight guests, you never know what will visit upon you." They blink and revert to customer service mode. "Did you make a reservation?"

"Yes, Jang Gyuri, for two?"

"Ah yes, Miss Jang, right this way please." The employee leads you to one of many room 469's in the building, and with a flourish allows the two of you in. "Good luck!" The door closes behind them, and with a loud click you are locked in the escape room.

"Sweet, let's get to it!" Most of the puzzles were easy, some variations of riddles and pattern recognition, each key unlocking the next puzzle, and the multiple locks on the exit door eventually get unlocked one by one. Surprisingly, for someone who invited you to the escape room, Gyuri took a really hands-off approach, simply wandering around the room and looking for clues rather than helping you solve the puzzles in front of you.

The last puzzle was a tough one, a series of beep tones through a phone—has to be Morse, you think.

"Can you help me find a Morse code chart? It will have lots of dots and dashes."

"Oh, sure." The two of you look around the room for it, and by luck Gyuri finds one stuck under a nondescript table. "Is this it?"

"Great, thanks!" You take the chart and plant yourself in front of the phone, listening to the tones and trying to decipher the code. G-H-O—

"Hey, is that the last puzzle?"

"Uh yeah, we're almost done, there's only one lock left." Damn, missed those letters.

"Hey—"

"One sec." You wave distractedly in Gyuri's direction.

"Oh, there's a label on the lock, it's a keypad. It says, 'Spirit in mass', what does that mean?"

"I don't know, let me figure this out first." W-E-I—

"Can you hold on to this for me?" Gyuri asks, and annoyed, you reach a hand out, taking whatever it is she gave you and stuffing it in your pocket without further thought. You tap on the table a few times as you listen closely, making sure you get the full message.

"Ghost weight 0g? What is that supposed to mean!" you wonder out loud. Turning around, you spot Gyuri simply looking at you, leaning against a desk. "Any ideas?"

"Yeah, come here." You walk up to her, and Gyuri hops on the desk. "I have several ideas."

"What are— mmph!" Gyuri pull you towards her, kissing you and letting you fall over her. She tasted sweet, and you find yourself wanting to taste more, your tongue brushing against her lips. She lets out a soft moan, and you remember where you are and jolt away from her. "What are you doing? We're in an escape room, they have cameras here!"

"Not here, this is a blind spot, I checked." That was what she was doing the whole time? Gyuri smiles at your confusion. "Check your pockets." You put a hand in your pocket, and feel something soft, some type of fabric? You pull it out, revealing what had to be Gyuri's underwear—simple and white, complete with wet spot. Hastily you plunge it back in your pocket, your cheeks burning.

"Are you crazy?!"

"No, I didn't want to ruin it any further." Your eyes are glued to her hand as she reaches underneath her skirt, and when they resurface her fingers are covered in slick. She places her hand on your crotch, staining your pants while you start to harden and stain your boxers. "With the way the others talk about you, I thought you were just a meatstick, but looks like you are a smart meatstick."

"Were you testing me?" Looks like Gyuri going for smarter guys is true.

"Of course, why would I let you do the whole thing yourself then?" She unzips your pants. "Well you have the grey matter, now let's see how much white matter you have."

"Right here? Can't we... finish this and get out first?"

"I told you it's a blind spot, and I can't wait." Gyuri takes your hand and guides you between her legs, the heat on your hand seeming to grow with every inch you get deeper beneath her skirt. Gyuri leans against you, her legs spread loosely. "Get me off!" she whispers.

Gyuri lets out a light moan as your fingertip brushes against her entrance—she is indeed sopping wet. Showing her appreciation she slips a hand into your pants, her soft hand grasping your rock hard cock, pulling it out. You hiss as she begins slowly stroking you, and pushed (and pulled) along by Gyuri, you plunge two fingers into her.

"Yes yes yes that's it..." Gyuri buries her face in your shoulder, but you can feel the vibration of her moans when you spread, scissor, and twist your fingers inside her, her hips gently rocking against your hand, just like what you are doing in her hand. The two of you fuck yourselves on each other, eager for release, and in the back of your mind, not wanting to take too long before anyone notices you two disappearing off the camera. You twist particularly deep into Gyuri, and as if you have twisted a knife in her she bites down on your shoulder before instantly coating your hand in her nectar.

"Shit!" you gasp when Gyuri grips you tightly, her muscles seized in orgasm. The sudden bite jolts your resistances, stunning you and allowing the pleasure to build rapidly through your core. Your fingers almost vibrate inside Gyuri as you climax shortly after her, spilling your load between her legs and on to the desk underneath.

The two of you lean against each other for a minute, your bodies heaving in rhythm, the escape room seemingly lacking in oxygen after the two of you burned it all up.

"We should clean up," you murmur in your ear.

"Purse." You grab her purse on the desk and Gyuri produces some wet wipes. The two of you hurriedly cleaning hands and desk.

"I'll step into view first, and then you can follow after," you tell Gyuri, not wanting to make it too obvious that the two of you just reappeared at the same time. But Gyuri simply steps out of the blind spot and pulls you along with her, leading you to the last lock of the escape room.

"Here's the final riddle, do you still remember the Morse code clue?" You rack your pleasure-addled brain and thankfully manage to come up with it.

"Ghost weight 0g? Yeah, but what does this have to do with 'Spirit in mass'?"

"That's for you to find out mister." She leans in and nibbles on your earlobe. "Get us out of here, and I'll bring you back to my place, and you can get me out of these clothes."

"If—If I don't?" Your mind is racing at the speed of light, doing everything to prevent that from happening.

"Then I go home, I get out of these clothes myself, and you can go home feeling dumb and blue-balled." Gyuri steps back, and you examine the weird keypad—it wasn't a regular phone pad, instead populated with random numbers and letters. What the hell is the answer?

"Spirit in mass, like in church? So wine? That's a spirit, right?" you mutter to yourself, not daring to look at Gyuri right now. You look at the keypad again, no 'W', or '-INE' for that matter. Mass as in... weight?!

You take a deep breath and press "0g" on the keypad before hitting "Enter", and to your great relief, in more ways than one, the door unlocks and you push it open.

"Congratulations! You have solved the Midnight Guest escape room!" The concierge babbles on and on about ghosts, thankfully none the wiser to you and Gyuri's "unnatural" activities. You smile and nod and allow them to escort you out, but your mind is only on one thing.

So is Gyuri, who grabs you by the wrist.

"You're coming home with me."

"Where was this Gyuri all this time?" You grab Gyuri by her toned waist as she pushes you against her bedroom door, your breaths hot and heavy.

"Just because I don't talk to the others about my sex life doesn't mean I don't have one." A nip on your lip serves as correction for you misconception. "I just haven't had any in a while."

"Nagyung said you don't 'drop your panties for anyone with less than 400 IQ', guess she's right," you joke as the two of you end up falling on her bed.

"I just want someone with some brain, is that too much to ask?" She moves down your body, working on your pants. With a wink she pulls them down before biting on your boxers, slowly tugging them down with her mouth, until your cock pops out, almost smacking her on the nose. Gyuri laughs and leaves you naked from the waist down before crawling back up your body.

"Did Nagyung ever say 'The quiet ones are the freakiest ones’? I feel like that’s something she would say."

"No."

"Good, she would be wrong. The quiet ones are the hungriest ones." She nearly sucks the air out of you when she crushes her lips on yours. Your head begins to spin from both the lack of oxygen and the intensity of the kiss, and thankfully Gyuri backs off you.

"Now then, as promised, for solving the escape room. You can get me out of my clothes." She leans back against her closet, and agonizingly slowly she moves her arms, raising them above her head.

"Go ahead."

You pounce on Gyuri, ridding her of her jacket, her pale neckline primed for marking. Mark her you do, your hands fumbling with her shoulder straps and not making any progress to both your frustrations. Gyuri helps you out, slipping off the straps and raising her hands back above her head again. Your hands slide underneath her top, making her gasp as you pull it up and over her, leaving her in a strapless bra. A simple snap, and you toss it to one side.

Her moan of satisfaction is music to your ears when you grab at her breasts, squeezing them before you replace your hands with your mouth, licking and kissing all over her chest. You keep at it for a little too long, and Gyuri gently but firmly pulls your head back to eye-level.

"Enough fooling around, strip me so we can get to it." Your hands are already on her skirt, and with a little fumbling to find the zipper, you quickly dispose of it, leaving her naked and pinned against her closet. "God just do me already." She pushes her hips against yours, but you have one last thing to do.

"Not yet." Gyuri is left bewildered as you step away from her, rummaging in the pockets of your discarded pants. "Please put these on," you ask, handing Gyuri her panties.

"What?"

"You said I could take off your clothes, I don't remember taking your panties off yet." With a grin Gyuri catches on, stepping into her underwear and posing for you. You sink to your knees, and much like she did earlier, you tug on them with your teeth, and with some squirming of her hips you slide them off her legs.

Gyuri's thighs were already shining with slick, and you couldn't help but move closer between her legs. Her scent entices you, arouses you, and greedily you dive in for a taste, much to her yelping joy.

"Ahhh!" One leg finds its way over your shoulder, and with your hands on her hips you sample Gyuri, burying you face in the apex of her thighs, pressing your lips against hers, your kiss no less intense than the one she gave you earlier, threatening to suck the juices right out of her.

"Enough, enough! Fuck me already!" Her nails dig into your scalp, and reluctantly you release the liplock on her, setting her back down on now wobbly legs.

Urgently you tear your shirt off yourself, and with a loud bang you shove Gyuri against her closet. Your aim your tip against her, both of you tensing at first contact. Gyuri wraps a leg around you and nods.

"Do—unnngh..." Gyuri's eyes roll in her head briefly as you slide almost all the way in her with one thrust, her warmth far slicker than you expected, your own legs almost buckling at the intense pleasure.

"Fuck you're wet."

"Told you I haven't had any in a while. Ah!" Gyuri can't help but moan as you bury the last bit of you in her. With a small hop she lifts her other leg, and you scramble for grip, cupping her pert butt in your hands as she wraps her legs around you. A satisfied groan escapes her when you push her against the closet, driving deep inside her again.

"Warn me next time you do that, I nearly dropped you," you mutter, earning a giggle and a look of apology. With a smile and a kiss you begin moving, and you moan loudly into her neck as you move in and out of her, pushing Gyuri up and down against her closet. The slick sounds of your thrusts into her are joined by the creaking of the closet door, protesting against every bounce of Gyuri on your cock. Neither of you hear the complaint, and every low moan of hers made you throb just that little bit bigger in her—either that, or she is tightening around you with every thrust. Or both.

"Fuck that feels so good!" she cries out, and you groan in agreement, loving the way she's wrapped around you. Your arms are burning though, and with a grunt you lift her away from the closet. It throws you off balance, and next thing you know you're on your back on her bed, a surprised yelp coming from Gyuri.

"You okay?"

"Never better!" She beams at you before taking over smoothly, impaling herself over and over on your cock. Her pace grows very fast very quickly, and soon she's gasping right against your ear. "I'm so close, I'm so close!"

"Cum for me Gyuri." You nip at her ear, thrust up into her, and she explodes on demand. Gyuri slams herself down on you before freezing in place, throwing her head back with a yell. You grunt, your fingers twisted in her sheets while you bear the brunt of her orgasm, her walls contracting wildly around you. Her abs flex in pleasure, adding to yours as you feel her squeeze you with every twitch of her tummy. It almost proves too much, but thankfully she relaxes around, and on top of, you before you lose it.

"I needed that, that was great," she mumbles between deep breaths.

"Yeah, well I need to cum, I'm close too."

"Go ahead, but I need you to get hard again after." You barely process the second part.

"Wait, you should get off, I'm going to cum in—"

"Doesn't matter." Gyuri seduces you with a whisper. “I want it in me.” With a soft kiss and grind on you, you groan do as she says, spilling inside her. She replies with a moan of her own, her walls milking your shaft, letting you ride your wave of bliss easily—it was almost a comfortable orgasm. "You're so warm."

"Are you sure that's fine? Make sure you take a pill or—"

"Shhh, save that talk for later. I need you hard again." Disregarding the load in her she lifts herself off you, letting your cum stain her sheets as she crawls down your body once more. This time she cleans you with her mouth, enthusiastically trying to get you hard again. The thought of her tasting both of you on your shaft is enough to get your cock rigid once more.

"Good, I think you have more than enough in here too." She cups your balls, squeezing a moan from you before laying by your side, gesturing for you to get on top. You do so, but not without worry.

"We shouldn't be reckless, it's not safe—"

"Hey." Gyuri fixes you with a hard gaze, her hands reaching for your cock and guiding you to her entrance. You look down to stop her, but her free hand grabs your chin. "Look at me, don't change the subject, we're here to fuck, everything else comes after." She bites her lip as your body moves on its own, already sinking into her.

"But—"

"No buts." Gyuri draws you into a kiss, one that is needier than ever, the two of you arguing with tangled tongues rather than words. You tense when her legs wrap around you. She breaks the kiss and smiles softly, but her words do nothing but make you harder than steel.

"I want you to switch your brain off and go to town on me." She sinks into the bed before throwing her hips up at you, making you moan at the unexpected move.

"Do whatever you want."

You look down at Gyuri, and her eyes are dark with lust before she closes them, lifting her chin ever so slightly. Ready for you to go to town on her. The marks you left on her neck are still there, and you dive into the proffered flesh, making a few more marks, moaning against her throat.

Time to paint the town white.

"Fuck!" Even Gyuri isn't ready for your hard thrust, her cry vibrating against your lips. You pull almost all the way out of her, her legs stretching and trying to stay wrapped around you, before you snap back against her like a rubber band, your head spearing her open. Do it again and again, do her over and over. There is less moaning and more growling as you slam into her harshly.

It takes two bodies to clap, and if one is on the bed clinging on to you, then you just have to fuck Gyuri even harder. Grunt and pant as you slam powerfully into her in search of an ever louder clap, the clash of your bodies echoing in the bedroom. Not loud enough, so rail her harder. Lean into her chest, lick her, taste her—salty and wet, delicious! Play with her breasts, suck them, pinch them. Gyuri's whining, whimpering—that's no good, she needs to be screaming!

"Ahhh fuck, oh fuck!" Much better with her legs spreadeagled, your thighs pinning hers against the bed. Drive your heavy balls into her, the claps sound louder when you batter her senseless. Is she cumming? Not your problem, you're not close yet, that’s a problem.

Gyuri is lost to ecstasy as you solve said problem, every thrust of your meatstick suffocating her, like she is being stuffed with more and more cock, feeding her a thicker shaft with every, single, fucking, slam. She has lost track of her orgasms, simply leaking out along the side of your shaft when you pull out, the wet spot on the sheets growing ever larger, soaking into her bed. The bed is ruined, the sheets are ruined, and Gyuri might just be ruined, her vocal cords strained and hoarse, out of capacity to scream any further.

And yet you continue to fuck Gyuri. The air between the two of you has misted, condensed, covering the two of you in a layer of sex sweat. The claps become wetter, lewder, the sound of skin-on-skin enhanced by the sound of sweat and juice sticking on both of you.

Gyuri's face is slack, her mouth open, her tongue lolling a little out the side—so roughly have you fucked her pussy, dragging your shaft over every textured fold of her walls, that you've turned her silly, turned her dumb, turned the nerdy hot librarian at the company utterly smooth-brained. She's mush, putty underneath you, all she knows is the pleasure rammed into her between her legs, and soon you give her your own liquid pleasure.

"Gyuri!" With a groan of her name you slam deep in her one last time before painting her walls completely white. She barely reacts, save for a gasp and a shudder, her pussy milking you even in her cock-inflicted stupor. She tries to wrap her legs around you, but her legs lack strength, twitching feebly as you unload into her.

Not that you were pulling out anyways. Your primal brain makes you stay pressed down on top of her, determined to lock all of your seed inside her warmth. You stay on top of her, nuzzling and kissing her neck until you finally soften and slip out, allowing a few unlucky spurts to escape, joining the mess underneath her.

Gasping, you roll off her tiredly, the two of you staring at her ceiling, fumbling with the switches of your mind, trying to reboot. You manage to prop yourself up, looking at Gyuri's glorious and glowing body, her hips and thighs red from the intense fuck. Drenched in sweat she reaches between her legs, collecting your load on her fingers. Idly she traces lines on her abs, giving herself a paint job on the outside after your work inside her. She coughs and clears her throat, her voice raw from the screaming.

"We should have done this sooner." Gyuri dazzles you with a smile and pulls you in for a kiss—you allow yourself to collapse next to her, sleep taking your exhausted bodies.

You wake up the next morning to the sound of running water, and looking around, you find Gyuri missing from the bed, but the bathroom door was open.

"Good morning," you murmur as you surprise her in the shower.

"Hey, you're awake? So is the little guy it seems." Gyuri quips, feeling your morning wood against her. Reading your mind she turns around to face you, leaning against the shower stall. "We have a little bit of time."

"Good." With her legs lightly spread you hold on to Gyuri as you take her once more.

"Slower! I'm sore!" she yelps when you move a little too fast.

"Sorry." You kiss her in apology, and with a steady pace it isn't too long before you pull out and personally paint her abs, her defined muscles giving the thick liquid channels to trickle through before being washed away. Two fingers is enough to make short work of Gyuri, and she whines into your shoulder as you make her cum against the shower wall.

"You didn't have to pull out," Gyuri gasps when she's recovered her footing well enough.

"I know, I just wanted to do that." Even in the shower you can see her blush. "Besides, you haven't taken the pill yet have you?" you remind her, and Gyuri winces at your nagging.

"Fine, I'll take it after the shower." The two of you slowly get clean, both of you still sore from yesterday night.

"There, happy?" Gyuri pops a pill into her mouth while you get dressed.

"Yes. Thanks for... the date, I guess?" you say uncertainly.

"Anytime, I hope the others don't notice me taking up your time, I'm going to be messaging you a lot more often." Gyuri says, her hand squeezing your thigh before she leads you to the door.

"What do you mean?"

"Keep us hush hush, if you could? I really don't want them to be talking about me, just let them wonder."

"Sure, I won't kiss and tell, if that's what you're afraid of."

"Thanks, and thanks for the fun 'date', I'll see you around." Gyuri winks and sees you out.

Throughout the next week you are bombarded by messages from the other Fromis employees, all of them asking you some variation of:

Gyuri's walking funny, we know she DM'ed you. Did you fuck her? How was it?!

Looks like it’s Gyuri’s fault that they notice anything, but you are a man of your word, and you simply reply:

I don't know what you're talking about

You don't see Gyuri for a while, only exchanging texts, until one night there's a knock on your door.

"Hey Gyu—mmm!" Gyuri lets herself in and smashes her lips against yours. "It's so late, what are you doing here?"

"I’m your midnight guest, here to get fucked. I just need to stop thinking for a while, and you're the best at making my brain stop working." Without a further word Gyuri leads you to your own bedroom and pushes you on to your bed.

"This is our little escape room, okay?" Gyuri says as she begins stripping down.

"What do you mean?" You follow suit.

"There's a key in my pussy, and you're not leaving here until you get it out." She looked dead serious as she climbs on top of you, and you hold up a hand to stop her.

"I can't tell if you're joking or not, shouldn't we go to a hospital then?"

"No. I need your cum in me until it overflows and pushes the key out." You still can’t tell if she’s serious.

With a gasp she sinks on to your shaft, and in between kisses you have to ask her. "There's not really a key right?"

Gyuri gives you a withering look. "Do you feel one?"

"No."

"Exactly, but flood my pussy anyways, I'm not leaving until I'm satisfied."

Maybe the quiet ones were the freakiest.