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.