Violet Envy

The violet room hums with the residual energy from the shoot — dreamy, enchanting, sexy. Deep purple lights cast a mysterious passion across the glossy floor, the same one Gaeul had crawled and arched on for the cameras earlier. Glitter still clings to her skin like stardust, catching every flicker of neon. She's in the same outfit from the teaser: a sleek white top that hugs every curve, knee high heels that stretch across her slender legs, high-cut shorts exposing the smooth expanse of her thighs. The fabrics are thin enough under the lights to hint at the lack of anything underneath. Her pink hair falls in loose waves, slightly tousled from the performance.

"So," she starts, her voice teasing against your ears, like velvet dragging across skin. "What did you think of my teaser? Be honest. Compare it to the others. To Rei's, especially.”

You're seated in the chair — that same infamous chair from your first encounter with Rei, the one she had claimed you on so thoroughly after her Tango special stage. Gaeul stands right beside you, one hip cocked, her hand resting lightly on the backrest as she looks down at you with those sharp, knowing eyes.

The chair feels heavier than before, like it carries the ghost of Rei's hips grinding down, her laughter echoing as she claims her "privileges.” Your phone rests on your thigh, the screen frozen on the YouTube teaser. Gaeul is sprawled low on the glittering floor, propped on her hands, legs lifted high — one stretched straight toward the ceiling, the other bent sharply with her knee pulled in. Her hips are arched with shorts riding up to expose those slick, sparkling thighs under the pulsing violet haze.

You've watched it 23 times already tonight, each loop making your cock ache harder.

You clear your throat, trying to sound as casual as possible. "It's... it's really good, Gaeul. As good as the rest. Maybe even better in some ways. The lighting, the way you move—”

“Heh.” She cuts you off with a small, begrudging laugh, one that’s a stark contrast from her energetic bubbly cheers when all five members toyed with you after their cheerleader special stage a few weeks prior. She steps closer, her thighs brushing against your elbow — yes, those same thick, luscious thighs that you've watched 23 times.

“As good as the rest? That's not very convincing." Her fingers trail along your shoulder lightly, making you shiver. “You’re stammering. You're blushing. And —" she leans down, lips brushing your ear "— you're hard just talking about it."

You shift in the chair, embarrassed heat flooding your face, but there's no hiding the bulge straining against your pants. “I —”

“Shhhh~” Gaeul places her finger on your lips, hushing you. She straightens her body, before climbing on to the stage right in front of you and turns slowly so her ass is level with your gaze. The high-cut shorts clings to her firm cheeks, the curve perfect and inviting. "Maybe the teaser was too short," she muses, her voice dripping with seduction. "Didn't give you enough time to really appreciate it. So let me show you the real thing.”

She doesn't wait for your permission. She backs up, her heels stepping onto the tight empty spaces on your seat on both sides of your thighs. She bends forward, then downwards, folding herself while standing until her hands grab on to the chair’s armrests for support. Her long pink hair hangs downwards, tickling your thighs and knees, and her eyes look at you from between her legs. Her firm, tight ass is a mere inch away from your face, her heat radiating through the thin fabric as you inhale the intoxicating smell of her sex.

"Rei got the chair all to herself the first time, didn't she? Rode you like she owned you.” She pushes her butt closer, stuffing them right into your face, rubbing her clothed pussy across your face from side to side. "I'm a little jealous. So tonight... this chair is mine. I'm the one in control.”

Gaeul continues rubbing herself on your face, her ass round, firm, begging to be touched. "But I'll tell you exactly how I want it. Start with my thighs. Feel them. They're so soft... but strong enough to crush you if I wanted.”

Gaeul kneels forward, her body now crouched on the elevated stage, her calves lying flat on your chair’s seat as she kneels on all fours. She raises her ass up high, turns her head and looks back at you, eyes drunk with need.

“Touch me.”

You reach out, your hands trembling as your palms slide along the smooth skin of her thighs, thumbs brushing the inner crease where thigh meets hip. She shivers, pushing back into your touch. "Higher," she commands softly. Your hands glide up, squeezing the plush flesh, feeling the muscle flex beneath.

"Good boy." She spreads her legs wider, her pants pulling taut. "Now... my ass. Grab it. Hard.”

Your fingers dig into her cheeks, kneading the firm globes. Gaeul moans in satisfaction, arching her back to present more. "Mmm, that's it. You love how it feels, don't you? So full... so perfect for spanking, or spreading, or burying your face in.”

You map the outline of her cheeks, two hands sliding across in round circular motion. Each time your hands meet between the gaps of her thighs, your thumbs rub against the outline of her clothed pussy lips, drawing a subtle shiver from her. Her body relaxes and tenses in rhythmic waves with each cycle, and her legs begin to lose strength.

You can't resist the urge. You raise your hands up high, drawing a whine from Gaeul at the loss of sensation. “Why did yo —”

A loud crack cuts her short, and she moans with a yelp. You crashed both of your hands down onto both of her cheeks, slapping them hard, the sharp sound piercing across the violet rays. Before she even says anything, you dive your face between her thighs, rubbing your nose up and down her clothed sex as you spread her cheeks wide with both hands.

“Oh fuck — right there —” Gaeul moans, her arms losing strength. You rub faster and harder, until her slick soaks through the fabric, her sweet essence staining your nose.

“M-more, I want more. I want your mouth on me.”

You don't hesitate. You hook your fingers into the hem of the shorts, tugging the fabric slowly down across the curve of her ass, just enough to expose her glistening pussy and the tight pucker above. No panties. She's utterly soaked, and her lips are swollen and pink.

You dive in without warning, pushing your tongue flat against her folds, lapping up her sweetness. She gasps, her hips rocking back into your face. "Fuck — yes, eat me like that. Deeper."

You oblige, plunging your tongue inside, swirling around her clit, sucking gently. Her moans fill the room, filthy and unrestrained. "God, your tongue feels so good... lick my pussy like you starved for it. Taste how wet I am for you.”

You don't stop, plunging your tongue deeper into her slick folds, curling to trace her sensitive inner walls while your lips seal around her clit. Her hips jerk instinctively, grinding her soaked pussy against your mouth like she’s trying to ride your face. The taste of her floods your senses. It’s sweet and tangy, warm and addictive, and her arousal coats your lips and chin in a glossy sheen.

“Fuck — yes — just like that,” she gasps, her voice breaking into a needy whine. Reaching one hand back, her fingers tangle roughly in your hair to hold you exactly where she wants you. “Don’t you dare stop. Suck harder. Make my clit throb for you.”

You increase the pressure, sucking the swollen bud between your lips in rhythmic pulses while your tongue flicks relentlessly over the tip. Her thighs tremble violently around your cheeks, the plush muscle clamping down in waves that threaten to crush you, and god, you’d let her. Every time she rocks back, her ass cheeks spread wider against your palms, giving you full access to devour her.

“Mmmph — your mouth is so — filthy,” she pants, her words slurring with pleasure. “Licking me like this… tasting every drop… you’ve been dying for it since you saw that teaser, haven’t you? Watching my legs spread on screen, wishing it was your tongue instead of just your eyes.”

You groan into her cunt in agreement, the vibration making her cry out sharply. Your hands knead her ass harder, thumbs pulling her cheeks apart even more so you can press your face deeper. Her pussy flutters around your tongue, leaking fresh wetness that drips down your jaw and onto the glossy floor below.

Gaeul’s breathing turns ragged, and her commands grow more desperate. “Deeper — fuck — get inside me. Tongue-fuck my pussy like it’s your cock.”

You spear your tongue as far as it can go, thrusting in and out in quick, wet strokes while she shudders violently, a string of broken moans spilling from her lips.

“Oh god — yes — right there — don’t stop — don’t you fucking stop —”

You don't stop. You want more. You want to push her further, to hear her beg in that wrecked voice. Slowly, you drag your tongue upward, leaving a wet trail along her perineum until you circle the tight, puckered ring of her ass.

Gaeul freezes for a split second, then lets out a long, filthy moan that echoes through the violet-lit room.

“Yesss — fuuuck — do it. Rim me. Get that tongue in my ass, baby.”

You don’t make her wait. You flatten your tongue against her rim, lapping broad, slow strokes at first, letting her feel every inch of the warm, wet pressure. She pushes back greedily, trying to force you deeper.

“Harder — press in — fuck my ass with your mouth —”

You point your tongue and push past the tight resistance, sliding inside her in shallow thrusts. The taste is different here, musky and intimate, but it only makes your cock throb harder against the confines of your pants. One of your hands spread her wider, holding her open so you can fuck her ass with steady, insistent strokes while the other occasionally dips down to rub slow circles over her neglected clit.

Gaeul’s entire body quakes. Her arms give out and she drops to her forearms, forehead pressing against the cool stage floor as her hips rock back and forth between your tongue in her ass and the ghost of friction on her pussy.

“Shit — shit — your tongue feels so dirty — so good — eating my ass like that… you love it, don’t you? Love how tight I am around your filthy mouth…”

You hum in affirmation, the sound vibrating straight through her. One hand leaves her cheek to guide your two fingers into her dripping cunt without warning, and you plunge deep, curling strokes that find her g-spot immediately.

The combination breaks her.

“Oh fuck — fingers — tongue — both — don’t stop — don’t you dare stop —”

You pump your fingers faster, curling them in time with the thrusts of your tongue in her ass. Her walls clamp down hard around your fingers, fluttering wildly as her thighs start to shake uncontrollably.

“I’m — gonna — fuck — I’m so close — make me cum — make me cum on your face — on your fingers — please —”

Her voice cracks on the last word, turning into a high, desperate shriek. You double down, your tongue spearing deep into her ass as your fingers hammer her g-spot relentlessly.

Gaeul’s body locks up. Her back arches so sharply you think she might snap, ass pushing back hard against your face as a raw, broken scream tears from her throat.

“Fuuuuck — cumming — cumming so hard —!”