Morning Devotion

The salt-tinged air of Jeju filtered through the open balcony doors, mixing with the unmistakable musk of sex that clung to every surface of the master bedroom. My third load of the morning was still pumping into Yeji's clenching pussy as we came together - her legs locked around my waist in a grip that rivaled her legendary stage reputation, her eyes rolled back in pure euphoria as I buried myself to the hilt one final time.

"Fuck, Minho - mmmph!" Her scream was muffled by her own soaked panties stuffed between her perfect lips, but it was about as effective at keeping her quiet as using a tissue to stop a tsunami. The sound of her pleasure echoed through the villa anyway, raw and primal.

Her midriff was painted white, ropes of my earlier loads decorating her toned abs. Her perky tits glistened with cum, and even her flushed face bore streaks where I'd marked her during our first round. We'd started at dawn - me spooning her awake with wandering hands, her already wet and eager before I'd even gotten my boxers off - and we'd been fucking for over an hour since. Three rounds: slow and sensual spooning, then wild cowgirl with her riding me like she was trying to break me, and finally this - missionary, her legs over my shoulders, me drilling into her while she clawed at my back.

As I slowly pulled out, my cock left her gaping - that tight, pink hole stretched and leaking, slow to close after the intensity and duration of our coupling. Yeji immediately scooped up the thick load dripping from her bikini-trimmed mound, bringing her cum-coated fingers to her mouth with a satisfied moan.

"Fuck, I love vacation sex," she purred, swallowing my seed with that trademark cat-like smirk. "Stress-free. No schedules. Just your cock wrecking my pussy whenever I want it."

I collapsed beside her, my face immediately finding its way to her armpit - one of her secret erogenous zones that drove her wild. She giggled, still catching her breath, her hand lazily stroking my semi-hard cock.

"Mm, wonder where everyone is," she murmured, her voice hoarse and satisfied. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest. "Villa's too quiet."

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Then again. And again.

She groaned, reaching for it without leaving my arms. "It's the group chat. Hold on."

I watched her scroll, her face still flushed, cum still drying on her skin. The juxtaposition was almost absurd - checking messages while covered in evidence of what we'd just done. But I didn't mind. This was her world, the one she kept me carefully separate from. I had no right to complain about stolen morning-after moments when I wasn't supposed to exist in her idol life at all.

"Oh shit," she muttered, reading. "Ryujin's at the clinic."

I grunted, my face still buried in her armpit, tongue finding that sensitive spot that made her squirm.

"Fuck -" She shivered, laughing breathlessly, distracted from her phone for a moment. "You're obsessed with that spot."

"You started screaming during round two," I mumbled against her skin. "Seems important."

"Fair." She returned to scrolling, still letting me worship her. "She's texting from the waiting room. Sounds like she went HARD last night."

"How hard?"

Yeji snorted, showing me her phone. "She's asking - sarcastically, obviously - if anyone's keeping track of how many rounds she took because she 'lost count after the third rotation.'"

"Jesus."

"Chaeryeong's freaking out in the chat. Yuna's asking if Ryu's pussy is okay." She typed back quickly. "Manager-unnie's with her. They're doing a full panel."

I moved to her other armpit, making her gasp and squirm. Another buzz. She glanced at the screen.

"Yuna's going to the beach. Looking for 'vitamin D' with a winky face." She rolled her eyes. "Girl's insatiable. She came back from the last tour with like, three new body counts per city. I don't know how she has the energy."

"Like her unnie?" I teased against her skin.

"I'm SELECTIVE," she corrected, which was hilarious given she was still covered in my cum. Her hand found my semi-hard cock, stroking idly. "Yuna just... collects."

Her phone buzzed again. She checked it and laughed.

"Okay this is good - Ryujin just texted that Lia came home at 4am with her dress on inside-out. Ryu was still up, saw her and Minjun stumble in absolutely wrecked."

"How does Ryujin know the dress was inside-out?"

"Because apparently Lia didn't notice until she tried to go to her room and Ryujin pointed it out. Then Minjun had to help her flip it right-side-out in the hallway." She grinned. "They definitely fucked in the car."

"Wait, Ryujin was up at 4am?"

"Oh yeah. Ryu disappeared last night. Like, mid-conversation at the barbecue, just got up and left."

"Where'd she go?"

She scrolled back through the chat. "Oh. Yuna said she heard screaming coming from one of the beach villas. Like, SCREAMING screaming." She laughed, reading. "Manager-unnie said was a Yonsei frat house. A whole villa full of college boys. Ryu worked through I don't even know how many. That's why she's at the clinic now."

I pulled back slightly to look at her. "You worried?"

"About Ryu?" She paused, scrolling absently, and I caught something softer in her expression - that leader instinct she tried to hide. "I mean... yeah. A little. She's been going harder lately, you know? Like she's trying to prove something."

"To who?"

"Herself, maybe? I don't know." Yeji sighed, setting the phone down. "She doesn't like to use protection - like, at all - and she'll hook up with anything that moves, which freaks me out even though she gets tested constantly. And she shares guys with me and we've swapped so much dick in the past I can't even keep track anymore, so like... I'm not judging."

She traced a pattern on my chest, thoughtful now.

"It's just different. She fucks like it's a sport. Like she's keeping score." Her voice got quieter. "I get it, though. We all deal with this industry differently. Ryu needs to feel in control, needs to dominate. If gangbangs with college boys make her feel powerful, then... good for her, I guess."

"But?"

"But I'm still her leader. Still her unnie. And yeah, I worry." She looked up at me, vulnerable for just a second. "Don't tell her I said that. She'd kill me."

The phone buzzed one more time. She glanced at it, then tossed it aside.

"Chaeryeong and Sunwoo are doing tennis this morning. They're disgustingly cute, it's annoying. She's asking if anyone wants to join." Yeji snuggled closer. "Fuck that. I'm staying right here."

Her hand found my cock again, stroking lazily. It was soft now, spent after three rounds. She didn't seem to mind - just kept touching me, like she needed the contact more than another orgasm.

"You should probably shower," I murmured against her skin.

"Mm. Pilates in half an hour." But she didn't move. Just kept tracing patterns on my chest, her breathing evening out.

For a few minutes, we just lay there. No urgency. No performance. Just us.

The phone buzzed again - probably Ryujin with updates from the clinic - but Yeji ignored it.

Then she finally groaned and stretched. "Okay, okay. For real this time. I reek of you." She scrunched her nose, half-teasing, half-genuine complaint - but her lips were curved in that soft smile she saved just for me.

Something warm flickered in my chest. She could be commanding on stage, intimidating in practice rooms, but here - covered in my cum, hair a mess, nose scrunched like a bunny - she was just unbearably cute.

Yeji craved intimacy with someone she trusted. She hooked up with other people - half the idols I knew had probably slept with her at some point. That's just how it was in their world. But with me, something was different. She was surprisingly tender, even when I was balls-deep inside her, fucking her hard enough to make her scream.

We'd known each other since we were trainees - before I dropped out, before she became Yeji. I was the one she'd practiced on, learned on, the practice room where I lost my virginity to her still vivid in my memory. And even after I left that world behind, I'd been her go-to. Not her boyfriend - she made that clear. But her person. The one she called when she needed to be filled, worshipped, reminded she was more than just an asset to JYP. The oral training sessions she joked about, the late nights when everyone else thought she was at the gym - those were ours. And I considered myself the luckiest bastard alive to have regular access to one of the hottest idols in the industry.

Yeji finally pulled away from me, standing on shaky legs, cum dripping down her thighs in thick rivulets. "I need to shower. Pilates class at the resort club in half an hour. Can't show up leaking you all over my leggings."

I tried to follow her into the bathroom, my cock already twitching back to life at the sight of her cum-covered ass, but she playfully slammed the door in my face, locking it with a giggle.

"Not a chance, Minho," she called through the door. "You know what happens when we shower together - we'd be in there for another half hour and I'd miss my class."

I heard the water start, steam already beginning to seep under the door. I was about to give up when the door cracked open just slightly.

She leaned out, and the sight stopped me cold.

She was a beautiful disaster. Cum streaked across her small, firm tits - thick ropes of white trailing down to her abs where more of my load had pooled in the defined ridges of her stomach. Her hair was a wild mess, dark strands plastered to her flushed face and neck. Her thighs were glazed with our mixed fluids, glistening in the bathroom light. Hickies bloomed across her collarbone and the curve of her breasts where I'd marked her.

She looked thoroughly fucked. Claimed. Used in the best possible way.

But it was her expression that got me - that satisfied, lazy smile, eyes still heavy-lidded with pleasure, completely relaxed in a way she never was with anyone else. No leader mask. No idol persona. Just Yeji, glowing and beautiful and mine, at least for this moment.

Something warm and quiet settled in my chest.

"Stop looking at me like that," she said softly, though she was smiling. "You're gonna make me want round four."

She leaned in, pressing her cum-slicked body against the doorframe, and kissed me. Deep and slow, tasting like sex and morning breath and us. Her tongue traced my lower lip before she pulled back, her hand reaching down to playfully slap my semi-erect cock.

"Go cool off, stud. I'll find you later."

Then she closed the door, and I heard her laugh as the lock clicked.

___

Defeated but grinning, I grabbed a towel and made my way downstairs to the villa's terrace. The place was a fucking paradise - private infinity pool overlooking the ocean, outdoor shower, lounge chairs scattered around the pristine deck. I figured I'd rinse off in the outdoor shower, maybe take a dip in the pool to cool my still-revved libido.

The terrace was drenched in late morning sun, the kind of heat that made the tiles almost too hot to walk on barefoot. I padded out, towel slung low around my waist, already thinking about how good the pool would feel.

Then I heard it.

A wet, rhythmic sound. Soft at first - almost masked by the distant crash of waves - but unmistakable once my brain caught up. The slick slap of skin on skin. A breathy whimper. The kind of noise that sounded like someone aggressively mixing jjajangmyeon, except way more obscene.

The kind of sounds you don't mistake for anything else.

I froze mid-step.

One of the pool loungers was occupied - positioned at an angle facing the ocean, away from the villa. I could see long, tan legs stretched out, toes curled against the white cushion. Black bikini bottoms still on but clearly pulled to the side. Wet hair plastered to bare shoulders.

The sounds got louder. More desperate.

Another moan - higher pitched this time, frustrated - and I watched those long legs spread wider, hips lifting off the chair in a slow, grinding roll.

Fuck.

I should've turned around. Should've gone back inside, waited for Yeji to finish, told her that her maknae was out here rubbing one out on a pool chair. Pretended I didn't see anything... that I shouldn't have, anyway.

Instead, I took another step forward.

The angle shifted just enough, and I saw the silhouette of an arm moving between those spread thighs - two fingers pumping in a frantic rhythm. Her other hand squeezed one of her tits through the bikini top, then moved down to rub tight circles over her clit.

Oh shit.

I knew that body. Those impossibly long legs, that tiny waist, the expensive black chain-strap bikini that probably cost more than my rent.

Yuna.

ITZY's maknae. Yeji's baby member. The girl who'd allegedly fucked her way through three continents and collected bodies like photo cards.

And she was right here, finger-fucking herself on a pool chair, completely oblivious to my presence.

Her hips bucked harder. I heard her whimper - raw, needy, on the edge. Her fingers moved faster, the wet sounds obscenely loud in the quiet morning air. The black bikini top had shifted, barely containing her small, perky tits. The sash that came with the set clung to her torso, soaked with seawater and sweat.

I should say something. Announce myself. Clear my throat.

But I just... stood there. Watching. Frozen like an idiot.

She arched her back, her breasts pushing against the bikini top, and let out a shaky moan that made my cock twitch traitorously under the towel.

"Fuck," she whimpered to herself, voice thick with frustration. "Come on, come on -"

Her fingers weren't enough. I could tell by the way she was grinding against her own hand, chasing something she couldn't quite reach. Her free hand abandoned her tit and joined the other between her legs - one hand pumping inside while the other rubbed desperate circles over her clit.

The sun caught the wetness on her inner thighs. She was dripping.

That's when I noticed the puddle beneath the lounger - a mix of seawater, pool water, and her own arousal dripping onto the tiles. The whole scene was so raw, so desperate, so fucking Yuna that my brain short-circuited.

Her body was insane from this angle - all long lines and dancer muscle wrapped in sun-kissed skin. The bikini was doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that she was soaked, and not from the ocean. Her inner thighs glistened. The cushion beneath her had a visible dark spot where she'd been grinding.

I took another step, unable to stop myself. A pebble shifted under my foot.

She heard it.

Her entire body went rigid - fingers still buried inside herself, legs still spread, caught in the worst possible position.

Then, slowly, she turned her head.

Our eyes met.

"M-Minho-oppa?!" she yelped, her entire body freezing like a deer in headlights. Her voice jumped two octaves, cracking with panic.

For a second, neither of us moved. Her fingers were still inside her pussy, glistening with her juices, and her wide eyes locked onto mine in pure shock. Her hair, still damp from the ocean, clung to her flushed face and shoulders. The mixture of seawater, pool water, and her own arousal had turned the lounger beneath her into a small puddle.

My cock was visibly tenting the towel. The universe's worst possible timing.

Then her face went nuclear red - ears, neck, chest, everything flushing crimson.

"I - fuck - this isn't -" she stammered, panic and embarrassment warring on her face.

"What are you doing out here?" I asked, trying and failing to keep my eyes from tracing the line of her slick thighs, the way her fingers were still buried inside her.

"I got LOCKED OUT, okay?!" she blurted, her face turning even redder. "I went for a swim and didn't bring my phone or keys because I'm an IDIOT apparently, and then Chaeryeong-unnie left and Ryujin-unnie left and the door locked behind me and -"

She gestured helplessly at the villa with her free hand, the other still frozen between her legs.

"- and then you two -" Her voice jumped again. "Do you guys have ANY idea how LOUD you are? Like I'm happy for you, truly, love that for unnie, but oh my GOD I thought someone was dying up there!"

I opened my mouth. She kept going, words spilling out in a panicked rush.

"So I went to the BEACH, right? To like, find someone. Anyone. But it's all old ahjussis and college boys who look like they've never seen a gym and one guy tried to talk to me about CRYPTO -"

She said 'crypto' like it was a slur.

"- so I came back and you guys were STILL going and I was literally losing my mind and I just -"

She finally pulled her fingers out of her pussy with an audible squelch, and I couldn't help but watch as her slick, pink lips slowly closed, glistening in the sunlight. She clumsily tried to fix her bikini bottoms and top, but in her flustered state, she only succeeded in smearing a clear trail of her own pussy juice across her stomach and chest, mixing with the water droplets and sweat. Her fingers left glistening trails across her skin.

"- I tried to handle it myself! Okay?! I'm AWARE this is pathetic!"

She looked down at her bikini bottoms - still on but twisted to the side, barely covering anything - at her still-wet fingers, at the evidence pooled on the tiles beneath the lounger. The sun beat down on the terrace, making everything shimmer with heat. The infinity pool's surface was mirror-still, reflecting the cloudless sky. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear other resort guests laughing, music playing, the normal sounds of vacation.

And here we were. Me in a towel with an obvious erection. Her in a bikini that cost more than most people's monthly salary, still dripping with evidence of what I'd interrupted.

The smell of sunscreen mixed with salt water and sex hung in the air between us.

Her face was still burning. She wouldn't make eye contact, just kept fumbling with her bikini ties, making it worse. Her fingers were shaking.

"I know you're Yeji-unnie's," she added quickly, voice smaller now. "I wasn't - I didn't - this wasn't about YOU, I was just -"

But then her eyes flicked down to the tent forming in my towel, and I watched her tongue dart out to wet her lips.

The way she looked at me told a very different story.