Lips #13 (Dreamcatcher's Gahyun)

Gahyun sits across from you, her posture perfect. She’s dressed in a white denim skirt and blue polo shirt. You try your best not to look at her chest while she’s sitting straight, but it’s hard to look away.

“I’m not here for a small role.”

You knew she’d be demanding. A brat even. After all, she’s an idol who wants to start her acting career. And like all of them, she thinks she’s the best.

“I want something important. Lead, or at least second lead. Something that matters.”

You lean back in your seat, watching her over the rim of your coffee cup.

“You haven’t acted before. Starting small isn’t an insult. It’s how you prove yourself.”

Gahyun shakes her head.

“I don’t need to prove myself with something forgettable.”

You wonder if that pout is on purpose or if she’s just constantly pouting all the time.

“I know I can handle more. You just have to give me the chance.”

You set the cup down slowly.

“And why should I take that risk?”

For the first time, she breaks eye contact. Her gaze drops lower for a moment, before she looks back up with a smirk.

“Because…”

She says softly, leaning forward over the table.

“I can make it worth your while.”

There’s no mistaking her meaning now.

“Careful.”

Your voice is low, though your eyes narrow in interest. She doesn’t back away. Instead, Gahyun leans just a little bit further, clearly teasing you with the hint of her cleavage.

“I’m not careful. I get what I want.”

You let the silence stretch, curious how far she’s willing to push. Gahyun tilts her head as if she’s slightly confused by your unresponsiveness.

“Maybe you just don’t have the eye for real talent.”

She comes to her own conclusion.

“Or maybe you’re scared to gamble on someone who can outshine your favorites.”

Your brows lift slightly.

“You think you’re that good?”

“I know I am.”

She leans in and lowers her voice, now almost lying on the table.

“And I know how to make you remember me when you’re casting your next project.”

Before you can reply, she slides her chair back just enough to slip under the table. The movement is fluid and quick. One moment she’s looking you in the eye, the next she’s kneeling in the shadow beneath the tablecloth.

“You’re bold.”

You acknowledge, feeling her hands find your thighs.

“Bold gets big roles.”

She whispers back as her fingers start working at your belt.

Around you, the café remains busy, the conversations masking the much more dangerous silence at your own table. The metal buckle clicks softly as Gahyun works it loose, then slides your zipper down with slow precision. Her hands are steady, but you can hear the faint edge of her breathing beneath the table.

“You’re really doing this here?”

You glance casually around the café. No one’s looking your way.

“That’s the point.”

Gahyun whispers, fingers slipping inside to wrap around your cock.

“You’ll remember me.”

Her touch is warm and she quickly strokes you to full hardness before her lips replace her hand. The first brush of her mouth sends a pulse of heat through you. Her tongue teases at the tip before she seals her lips around you completely. You keep your face neutral for anyone who might glance over, but under the table, your fingers tighten on the edge as she takes more of your length inch by inch. Her pace is unhurried at first, almost taunting, as if she’s daring you to stop her. The quiet suction, the faint swirl of her tongue, all hidden beneath the white tablecloth, make this moment almost feel like a dream.

“You want a lead role, you’d better make me believe you deserve it.”

She hums against you in answer, the vibration traveling up your length as she sinks deeper.

At first, Gahyun keeps her rhythm steady, her lips gliding over your shaft with calculated control. She wants you to feel every movement of her tongue, every pull of her mouth. Her hand works in time with her lips, twisting slightly at the base as she bobs her head. But the longer she’s down there, the more her composure starts to crack. Her breathing grows heavier, her pace quicker. The soft, neat sounds give way to wetter, messier ones. Her spit begins to coat you, dripping down to her hand, making each stroke slicker. She takes your cock deeper, pushing past the point of comfort, until her throat tightens and she gags softly around you.

You glance around the café again. Still no one’s watching. But under the table, Gahyun is becoming a complete mess for you. Her mouth leaves with a wet pop before she dives back in, faster now, her own ambition driving her. Drool slips from the corner of her lips, dripping onto your thigh as she struggles to take you to the hilt. The gagging comes harder now, broken by short gasps for air before she swallows you down again.

By the time her hand is gripping your thigh for leverage, she’s loud enough that you have to shift your chair just slightly to mask the sounds. Gahyun’s pace is reckless now, each descent onto your cock is almost like an attack, harder and wetter than the last. The heat coils in your stomach faster than you’d like, and you reach down, tangling your fingers in her hair.

“Slow down.”

You whisper through gritted teeth, tugging just enough to make her head pause.

She looks up at you from under the table, her lips still wrapped around you, then pulls back with a soft pop. Her breathing is heavy, her mouth glistening.

“Don’t want you to finish too soon?”