Last Fantasy

“Honey, I’m home,” you call out as you close the front door behind you. You drop your gym bag by the door to deal with later, a little tired from your workout and eager to see your girlfriend.

It was still a bit of an adjustment for you, coming home every day to a luxury penthouse that cost more money than you could have ever earned in a lifetime. It was just one of the many surreal changes in your life since you started dating Jieun but you are starting to grow accustomed to your new normal.

As IU, Jieun was, of course, one of the most popular celebrities in the entire country and when you were younger, you had also religiously followed her career as a loyal fan. These days, however, you had spent enough time with her that you could just see her as Jieun, a down-to-earth girl who collected Tweety merchandise, had a slight addiction to chocolate, and was the most genuinely kind person you had ever met.

“Jieun?"

As you round the corner into the living room, you are greeted by the sight of your girlfriend, although not quite how you expected to see her. Jieun is posed with her hands behind her back, wearing a simple black dress with a white collar, somewhat reminiscent of a schoolgirl uniform. Her makeup is noticeably different than usual, highlighted by bold eyeliner, and her hair is styled into low pigtails to complete her girlish, youthful aesthetic.

“Hello, I’m rookie singer IU! Thank you so much for coming to my fanmeet!” she says cheerfully.

You notice that Jieun is changing her voice, making it higher pitched and softer. “What’s going on?” you ask, laughing nervously.

"I was worried that no one was going to show up," she says as she gives a cute little pout. "That's why I'm so glad to see you!"

Something finally clicks and you realize that IU is wearing a stage outfit from her “You and I” era from almost fifteen years ago, when she was nineteen years old.

IU continues her valiant effort in pretending that she is not a thirty-something-year-old superstar and spams several heart poses in quick succession—arms overhead, hands together, cupping a cheek, and finger hearts.

She instantly cringes at herself and laughs, breaking character. "We filmed a video for April Fool's Day today. I wanted to wear my outfit home to show you," she says in her normal voice.

Jieun takes her time skipping over to where you are, even doing a spin so you can admire her appearance. Although her face and body have obviously matured since she last wore this dress, her acting skills and her stylists' attention to detail is actually kind of selling the illusion that she is a fresh-faced idol still trying to make a name for herself.

Looking at her is a real blast from the past that has you feeling nostalgic. However, you also can’t help but notice that the once innocent little black dress looks a lot different on a grown woman. Your eyes greedily roam Jieun’s body, taking in the hints of her curves and her exposed legs, looking particularly sexy in heels right now.

"So, what do you think?" she says, as she throws her arms around you and hugs you tightly.

"Um, you look like you're the Nation's Little Sister," you respond jokingly.

You try to think clean, wholesome thoughts but as you look down at Jieun cosplaying as young IU and feel her body against yours, warm feelings for your first celebrity crush start giving way to the heat of desire. Your rapidly hardening cock twitches against your athletic shorts and you know Jieun feels it because she lets out a half-stifled laugh.

"Oh?"

She glances up at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes and puts on the girly voice again. "I didn’t realize you were my biggest fan. I guess that means you deserve a special VIP experience, oppa."

"J-ji-eun..." you start, shakily.

IU giggles, puts a finger on your lips to shush you, and stands on her tippy-toes to whisper in your ear.

"Call me IU."

You gulp as she stares into your eyes with wide-eyed, faux innocence, as if she’s too shy to kiss you, even as she slowly leans in closer and closer. Her parted lips almost brush against yours and she is so close you can feel each hot breath escaping her mouth.

“IU…”

You move to kiss her, but she quickly pulls back and drops to her knees with a wicked smile. IU yanks your shorts and underwear down in one swift motion and your hard cock springs out, almost hitting her in the face. She gracefully recovers with a laugh and starts planting small kisses along your shaft.

"I'm your favorite idol, right?," she purrs, as her tongue starts flicking out. "Tell me how much you love me."

Your voice comes out weak and uneven. "I, uh, got into k-pop because of you. And I'm a first generation member of your fanclub...and I've watched everything you've ever been in..."

“Hmm…” IU wraps her hand around the base of your cock and starts stroking slowly. "Be honest, have you ever jerked off to my fancams? Fantasizing about all the naughty things you wanted to do to me?"

You couldn’t lie right now, even if you wanted to, with IU swirling her tongue around the head of your cock.

"Y-yes...many times…every single comeback…"

She runs her tongue and lips up and down your length.

"Well, oppa, I'm right here now. And I want to be your dirty little slut."

Without warning, IU seals her mouth completely around your cock and starts bobbing her head up and down in earnest. You inhale sharply, not expecting this kind of aggression from your girlfriend.

“Oh, fuck, IU!”

IU is only fueled by every reaction she extracts from you and her pace increases every time you groan or curse. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks harder and faster, slurping noisily as she dutifully worships your cock. When she finally pauses to get some air, she slowly licks long lines up and down your length, glancing up at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Mmm…you’re so hard for me, oppa.”

She leans down and kisses one of your balls, tenderly at first before engulfing it and sucking hard. When you can’t take it anymore and audibly gasp, she releases it with a pop and flattens her tongue against your sack, shaking her head wildly from side to side, moaning shamelessly as her pigtails whip back and forth.

IU is seemingly trying to up the ante with each passing second by utterly degrading herself for you. She takes hold of your cock again and spits on it before slapping it repeatedly on herself until her face is smeared with saliva. She is completely lost in servicing you but her eyes remain locked onto yours the entire time as if they are the cameras at a music show.

It suddenly hits you: Jieun is still putting on a performance for you, only as some pornographic fantasy version of IU.

"Don't hold back on your favorite idol, oppa. I want you to use me like a proper fuckdoll."

IU shoves your cock right back into her mouth as deep as she can, until her nose brushes up against your stomach. Tears start streaming down her face, but she just uses it to her advantage and bats her eyelashes, trying to look as she cute as she possibly can while she attempts to deep-throat your cock. The sinful contrast fills you with the sudden urge to ruin all your fondest memories of the idol IU.

You grasp her pigtails in your hands, and when her eyes widen in excitement and she moans in approval, something in you snaps. You immediately tighten your grip and start thrusting wildly into IU’s mouth.

The gurgling sounds filling the room are obscene but IU never wavers, committed to letting you use her like a glorified sex toy. Your pace is erratic and you are practically bouncing on your heels to fuck IU's face.

She gags several times and saliva drips out of her mouth but she takes everything you are giving her. IU somehow looks so cute and sexy at the same time, on her knees, in her little black dress, with your cock pumping in and out of her small mouth. You have to tilt her head with your makeshift handlebars to get the right angle but you can’t stop moving your hips as you chase your release.

It’s so warm, so wet, the pleasure is overwhelming, and soon it’s all too much and you can’t hold back any longer.

You have just enough working brain cells left to pull out but IU is one step ahead of you and grabs your cock, pumping it furiously in front of her open mouth, tongue hanging out in anticipation.

"Cum for me, oppa! Cum all over my face, I want to be covered!" she cries out, her voice hoarse.

You let out a guttural groan as you explode everywhere on her.

IU’s pretty face, already shiny with trails of tears and spit slathered around her mouth, is splattered with a fresh layer of your cum. Thick blobs dot her forehead and cheeks, connected by sticky ropes which streak across her nose and mouth. Her previously perfectly-styled hair is now in disarray, painted with tiny white drops. You stare breathlessly as all the bodily fluids drip down slowly, mixing together to dangle precariously off her chin.

Still panting slightly, IU looks up at you, blows you an air kiss, and winks—a perfect, cum-covered ending fairy for this private show.

You can’t begin to express the storm of mixed emotions you feel inside so you drop to your knees and surge forward, tongue first, to kiss her. IU's eyebrows raise in surprise given the mess on her face but she smiles at your desperate intensity. Her tongue slips out to meet yours as she wraps her arms around your neck to pull you closer.

The kiss grows heated and sloppy, and you try to stand up together without stopping. IU moves her hands to the zipper on her back but you reach out and grab her arms forcefully to stop her.

“Keep the dress on,” you growl as you direct her towards the nearest piece of furniture. You roughly bend her over and hike up her skirt, pulling her panties to the side to expose her tight holes.

IU looks back over her shoulder at you and her eyes darken knowingly with lust; she is ready and willing to fulfill every single last one of your fantasies tonight.