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?”

The corner of her mouth curling into a smug little smirk.

“Exactly.”

You catch your breath shaking and she nods, obedient now. She leans in to drag her tongue slowly up your length. She kisses the tip lightly, then trails more kisses along the side before swirling her tongue in lazy circles. Her hand stays at the base, giving slow, hard strokes. Her eyes are locked on yours the whole time.

Without warning, Gahyun swallows your cock whole again. Her head bobs faster, her lips seal tight around you. The wet sounds return, louder this time. Spit drips down onto her knuckles as she pushes herself harder. The gagging comes quick and sharp, but she doesn’t back off. Under the table, her ambition is written in every messy, hungry movement. She’s determined to wring every bit of control from you.

You catch movement in the corner of your eye. A woman is walking toward you, coffee in hand, heading for the door. Your hand tightens in Gahyun’s bleached hair and you push her down until most of your length is buried deep in her throat. She stiffens, her hands gripping your thighs, but you keep her there with a firm grip. Her throat tightens around you, the involuntary contractions sending sharp jolts of pleasure through your body. You keep your gaze fixed ahead, as if nothing unusual is happening under the table. While the woman passes by, the faint scent of her perfume somehow makes your cock harden further inside Gahyun’s throat. Gahyun’s nails dig lightly into your leg in response, her body trembling as she holds still. Muffled sounds, barely audible beneath the tablecloth, escape her mouth.

The woman pushes open the door and steps out into the street. Only then do you release your grip. Gahyun pulls back, gasping for air, a mix of spit and breathless gasp slipping from her lips. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes wet, but there’s a glint of satisfaction there too. Like she knows she just proved exactly how badly she wants what she’s after. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, still catching her breath, then looks up at you from under the table. Her voice is almost purring.

“Could feel you twitching in my throat.”

She teases, her tongue flicking over her lips.

“Thought you were gonna lose it right there, producer-nim.”

Her hand wraps around you again, stroking lazily as her tongue dips out to trail along your length.

“You like it when I choke on you like that? When I can’t breathe but I still take every inch?”

She punctuates the question by dragging her tongue from base to tip, swirling slowly before planting a soft kiss on the head. You grit your teeth as she keeps talking, each word accompanied by another lick, another kiss, another wet glide of her mouth just short of taking you in completely.

“Bet those big roles don’t seem so risky now, huh?”

Her tongue flicks against your tip, her eyes never leaving yours.

“You could have me under your desk every day… no one has to know.”

Her words drip into your mind as steadily as her saliva coats you. Her mouth continues to brush, lick, tease, but never fully seal around you. Gahyun drags her tongue up your length again, stopping at the tip to swirl slowly, her breath warm against your skin

“Mmm… I could keep you like this all day. But I think you want more than my tongue, don’t you?”

Before you can answer, she sinks down without warning, taking you deep until her lips press against your base. The sudden tight heat makes your breath hitch. Her throat squeezes as she swallows around your cock. She holds there for a heartbeat before pulling back, saliva clinging between her lips and your skin. Then she smirks and goes right back to teasing. Light kisses, soft licks, her hand barely working you…

Just when you’re ready to grab her again, she dives down, swallowing you whole with a wet, hungry sound. She bobs her head twice, gagging softly, before sliding back and resuming her slow, taunting touches. It becomes a rhythm. Her mouth engulfing you completely, then pulling away to kiss and lick as if she has all the time in the world, then taking you deep again. Each return to her throat is wetter and louder. Her spit drips down onto your lap as her pace gets messier.

Your hand twitches on the table. The urge to hold her down builds each time she deepthroats you entirely and pulls away with that same knowing look in her eyes. You feel your control starting to slip, the heat in your core winding tight. You rest one hand on the table, the other curling into your lap just beside her head.

“If you really want that role, you’d better make me finish. Now.”

Gahyun looks up at you, lips glistening. Her voice is light with fake innocence.

“Mmm… desperate already?”

She gives your length a slow stroke with her hand.

“What happened to not finishing too soon?”

Before you can answer, she sinks down and takes your cock down her throat again. It squeezes tight. She stays there for a few seconds, gagging softly, then slides back up and licks her lips.

“But I like you like this. Right on the edge.”

And then she does it again.

Down to the base. Wet gag. Back up with a smirk.

Again. Deep, hot, tight. Back up with another taunt about how “good” you look.

A third time. Her throat working around you. Back up to drag her tongue lazily over the head.

It becomes a relentless pattern. Each time, she takes all of you, holding for a second or two, then comes up just to feed you another line. Sometimes it’s about how she wants you to remember her when casting. Sometimes it’s about how she loves feeling you twitch in her mouth. Sometimes it’s just a smug:

“Still holding back?”

Ten… fifteen… nearly twenty times she repeats it, the tension building unbearably with each cycle. By the end, her makeup is smudged, her spit soaking your lap, her voice huskier from the constant gagging. And still, she smiles up at you like she’s the one casting you.

You hear the café door open again. Two, three more customers walk in. You glance toward the counter. If you don’t finish now, this little game is going to get a lot riskier.

Gahyun slides her lips up your length once more, letting the head slip from her mouth with a wet pop.

“Mmm… maybe I’ll just keep you like this all da-”

You don’t let her finish. Your hand shoots to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her bleached hair. You pull her down hard. Her surprised sound is muffled as your length fills her throat in one forceful motion. Her nails press into your thigh as you hold her there. Her lips are sealed tightly around your cock. Her breath is cut off except for the faintest hum in her chest. The muscles of her throat contract again and again, each swallow dragging you closer to the edge. You keep your face calm, but under the table your grip firm as you use her throat to finish what she started. The knot in your stomach twists and then finally bursts. Warm cum spills deep into her, forcing her to swallow or choke. Gahyun gags around you, her body trembling. But you keep her down until the last pulse fades. Only then do you let her pull back, coughing quietly. Her lips and chin are wet. Her eyes shine with a mix of surprise and satisfaction. Your cock slips off her lips with a slick sound. She swallows once, twice, and then coughs softly into her hand. Her breathing is still uneven. A faint flush is on her cheeks, her mouth glistening.

Gahyun wipes the corner of her lips with her thumb, smearing a trace of spit down to her chin. Then she looks up at you with that same infuriatingly confident smirk.

“That”

She says between breaths.

“is what you’ll get… every day…”

She leans in a little, your tip resting against her cheek.

“…in exchange for the role.”

Another cough slips out, but she doesn’t lose her composure. She just sits back on her heels under the table for a moment longer, letting the words hang between you before finally sliding out from under the tablecloth. She smooths her hair, adjusts her top, and walks toward the door like nothing happened, almost straight up ignoring you. But just before she leaves, she glances over her shoulder, that same smirk tugging at her lips.

“You know where to find me.”