Hips

Yujin is so fucking horny.

Truly horny, she is, to the point that she has to kneel in the middle of her room with her legs spread in the dark. The phone propped against the pillow right in front of her, the only source of light, looping slowed down fancams of her Princess, Wonyoung. She can't help it, that girl in the golden top and black shorts rolling her model body, as if she knows that her leader will watch.

Yujin is watching, alright.

Her cock is so hard. Like, raging hard. It's thick, it’s standing straight up from between her thighs, and it's needy. The head is so damn sensitive it makes her groan and hiss each time the air hits it as it wobbles. The light catches onto the oozing precum, already leaking in steady little pulses. Fuck, it slides down to the underside of her shaft and dripping onto the sheets between her knees, making a puddle of filthy mess.

But she doesn’t touch it. Otherwise, it would be just like last night. No no, she wants to savour a little bit of this degeneracy. And what's the leader's decision? Well, she leans back a little, both hands plant on the mattress behind her for support and begins rocking her hips in a slow motion. Her cock bobs heavily in the air with each thrust, dragging through the empty space with the swollen head. She always imagines what it's like doing such activities (jerking to the most fuckable girl in IVE), but she didn't expect how hard her nipples get while watching the way it bounces and twitches in tune with each time Wonyoung's hips roll on the screen.

"Fuck…so fucking hard and I'm just dry humping…”

She does the said activities a little more desperately. Her balls swing lightly with each thrust. One could only imagine how good it feels right now, with the frequency of Yujin moaning the IT girl's name. Precums flailing around like sprinkles, flying onto the pillows and, oh! Some of the strays stick onto her phone screen.

"I'm so damn sensitive, fuck…You're making me so desperate for those hips, Wonyoungie. How could you move your hips like that…"

Another few thrusts into nothing.

Her breathing gets heavier, and it's relatable. The fancam hits that slow-motion hip roll again, showing a little bit of the bare skin. True to her nickname in the room, she whimpers like a needy bitch as her hips snap forward a few more times until:

"Shit, I can't- I can’t just watch anymore—”

Yujin finally breaks.

One hand leaves the mattress and wraps tight around her shaft. The second her palm drags over the underside to the sensitive head, Yujin moans so loud like no one will care. Her hips begin bucking into her fist as she chases the new sensation.

"Oooohh yes! So sensitive, An Yujin!"

Slow and filthy from base to tip, only squeezing just under the ridge. Her hand feels way too good wrapping around her cock, only wishing it was Wonyoung's instead. Her free hand stays braced behind her for a second longer before she lets her own core do the propping itself, the visible abs catching the glow of the screen and becoming more defined. The said hand slides forward to cup her heavy balls, rolling them while she works her cock in long and wet strokes. As the icing to the cake, she points it straight at the phone, the tip aiming right at Wonyoung's pouty lips. Every stroke she points it closer and closer until the tips occasionally touch the screen.

"Wanna see what you do to me?" She pants. “Look at this fucking thing. It’s so hard it hurts. Just from watching you… and I was dry-humping the fucking air like a desperate fucking bitch before I even touched it—”

Another squeeze. Another broken little moan slips out of her. The head is so needy at this point that even a lightest brush of her thumb makes her hips jerk and more precum spill out. She strokes it hard and fast, so that means something. Yujin keeps on going, her hand a blur as she pumps. The wet sound squelches with each stroke, the cock is caked with her own precum. She's leaking so damn much that it is unrecognisable if her cock is covered in lube or in her own juice. Her free hand keeps on roaming: her balls, then her tits, then feeling her abs, then back down again.

The part where Wonyoung's hip rolls again. "Keep moving that ass, you bitch…"

She strokes harder, pointing the cock right at the screen, but her aim slips. Cum-slick precum is dripping so freely that when she thrusts up into her hand the tip arcs higher and a thick string of it lands across her own midriff instead. Another stroke and more of it cakes her stomach. She’s making a filthy mess of herself, but she doesn’t stop. She can't stop. It feels so euphoric.

She still tries, though, pointing the flushed, shiny tip back at the phone. One hand stroking faster, the other squeezing the balls tight. Every upstroke she deliberately drags her palm over the head and her moans get louder.

“Nnnh, fuck yes—just like that, baby. Keep moving for me—”

No more the ever-confident leader of IVE. Just a needy girl with a cock throbbing for Wonyoung. Her other hand joins in the stroking, feeling up her entire length coating in slick precums. “Gonna cum just from this,” she breathes. “Gonna paint myself while I watch you. Fuck, Wonyoung… you’re so fucking hot I can’t stand it.”

Her strokes turn messy. Her hands twist and pump with each squelch from the precum and spits. She points it upward now more than at the screen. The inner filth of her mind guides the tip at her own toned body, and every brutal stroke sends more of the clear fluid streaking now to her tits too.

“Ah, fuck. I’m close, Wonyoung!” her voice gets high and shaky. “it feels so good… cumming cumming cumming cummin—”

She cuts off with a lewd mewl as her orgasm hits. Fuck, thick rops of cum shoot upward and land across her stomach, then more, pulsing hard and push all those potent loads out while she fucks her hand through it. Her hips thrust upwards, her mind cloud with the thought of the hole being Wonyoung's tight cunt instead. Her tongue rolls out in ecstasy, groaning with every spurt until her body shakes from the high. Some of the cum lands on her cheeks, which prompts her to get a taste of her own debauchery.

"Fuck, such a mess, An Yujin…I taste so good, too…"

She doesn’t stop the video.

Her cock is still half-hard and cum-covered. She heaves, her chest goes up and down, the nipples still hard. Thank fucks for all those stamina training, because the fancam is still looping. Both her hands are already on the move once more, with the slow and lazy strokes over the meat, while she stares at Wonyoung's body moving again.

"Fuck, again…need to…"

And her cock throbs back toward full hardness once more.