Lips #16 (Red Velvet's Yeri)

Yeri’s fingers drum nervously on the steering wheel. The hum of her car’s engine is loud in the otherwise quiet night. Blue and red lights flash in her rearview mirror, painting the inside of the vehicle in pulsing colors. Her stomach tightens as she watches the officer step out of his cruiser. She knows she was speeding. A lot. She glances up at the large billboard a few buildings away. It has her face on it. For her new drama which is going to air soon. She can’t get a ticket now. What if someone finds out?

The sound of your boots on the asphalt grows louder. Each step makes her pulse quicken. Yeri forces her breathing to slow, trying to look calm, but her leg bounces against the seat uncontrollably. What if someone drives by and recognizes her? What if this ends up online?

She swallows, her eyes fixed on the silhouette approaching her window. The knock comes a moment later and she rolls the glass down, forcing a polite smile onto her lips. You lean down, your flashlight beam sweeping briefly over her face before lowering to her lap and the dashboard.

“Evening, ma’am. You know why I pulled you over?”

Yeri forces a light laugh, hoping it hides the tightness in her chest.

“I… might have been going a little fast.”

“A little?”

Your tone is firm but not unfriendly.

“You were doing twenty over the limit.”

You glance at her license as she hands it over.

“Kim Yerim… wait, your name sounds familiar.”

Her stomach tightens. She gives a small, nervous nod.

“Yeah. I guess.”

You straighten slightly, raising an eyebrow.

“You know, being famous doesn’t mean you get to ignore traffic laws.”

“I know, I know.”

Yeri says quickly, biting her lip.

“It’s just… I was in a hurry to get back to the hotel. Long day.”

She glances around, paranoia creeping in.

“Can we maybe… keep this between us? I really don’t want people seeing me like this.”

Your expression doesn’t change much, but the pause tells her you’re thinking about it.

“Well, the problem is, this isn’t something I can just forget.”

She exhales slowly, heart pounding, and leans just a little closer.

“Maybe… there’s something I can do to make you forget.”

Your gaze narrows slightly, your eyes flicking from hers to her lips.

“That’s a bold thing to say for someone like you.”

Yeri swallows, feeling the heat rise in her face.

“I just… really can’t have this get out.”

Her voice drops into a whisper.

“I’m good at… making people forget.”

You study her for a moment longer, the hum of passing cars filling the silence. Then you glance toward your cruiser, then back to her.

“Step out of the car.”

Her heart hammers in her chest as she unbuckles her seatbelt. The cool night air hits her bare legs when she steps onto the asphalt, and she notices how the parking lot you’ve pulled into is dimly lit and quiet. You guide her toward the shadowed side of her car, away from the view of the road.

Yeri looks up at you, feigning innocence but letting her fingers toy with the hem of her skirt.

“You’re not gonna write me a ticket now, right?”

“That depends on how good you are at convincing me.”

Her pulse spikes. Dropping to her knees on the rough pavement, she reaches for your belt, fingers brushing the buckle. Her movements are slow and teasing, as she looks up at you through her lashes. She unbuttons your pants, then slides the zipper down. Her breath quickens with each motion.

“Just… don’t tell anyone, okay?”

When your cock frees itself, her lips part slightly, and she can’t hide the way her eyes widen.

“God…”

She mutters under her breath before leaning in.

The first touch is soft. Just the tip of Yeri’s tongue against your length. But the second is bolder, her mouth opening to take you in. Her hands press lightly against your thighs as she works her lips down farther, her warm tongue tracing every inch of your shaft. When you glance down, her cheeks are flushed, her pretty idol face framed by her hair as she bobs her head slowly. Drool glistens on her lips when she pulls back with a gasp, then looks up at you with a bratty little smirk.

“Still think you’re gonna write me up, officer?”

She looks more confident in her skills now. Her teasing smirk lingers for only a second before you reach down, your hand sliding into her hair. The sudden tug makes her gasp. But before she can say anything, you guide her back until her head rests against the cool metal of her own car. Her lips part instinctively, and you take advantage. You push forward into her mouth. Yeri makes a muffled sound of protest at first, her fingers gripping your thighs, but you don’t let her set the pace anymore. Your hips move with steady force, each thrust sinking your cock deeper between her lips. Her throat tightens around your length when you hit the back, her eyes fluttering as she struggles to keep up. The sight of her taking your cock only drives you harder.

Drool begins to slip from the corners of Yeri’s mouth, running down her chin. Her makeup smears as her eyes water: Black streaks start tracing down her flushed cheeks. She tries to keep stroking you with one hand, but you pin her head firmly in place against the car. You turn her into nothing but a wet, desperate hole for you to use. When you glance down, her idol face is a mess. Spit shining on her lips, strands of hair stuck to her damp cheeks, eyes wide and glossy as she gags around you.

Every time you pull out, she gasps for air, only to have you slam back in. Her muffled whimpers and the sloppy sounds of her throat echo faintly in the empty parking lot. Yeri claws weakly at your thighs, but there’s no real resistance anymore. Instead, her tongue starts moving more eagerly around you, her body giving in even as her face becomes soaked in spit and smeared makeup. You don’t ease up, not even when her throat tightens desperately around your shaft. Every thrust grows rougher and wetter. Her muffled cries are being swallowed by your relentless rhythm. Her head thumps lightly against the car with each push, her body trembling as she’s reduced to nothing but a toy.

Finally, with a deep growl, you shove your entire cock fully inside Yeri’s mouth. Her lips stretch wide around your size, nose pressed against your stomach as her throat convulses. Her hands ball into fists against your thighs, her whole body shuddering as she struggles to take you all the way down. You hold her there. Seconds drag out, her throat fluttering around you, her chest heaving as she tries to breathe through her nose. Her eyes are wide and glossy, tears spilling down her cheeks, her jaw trembling as she endures it. When you finally let her go, she coughs around you, gasping sharply as you pull out. Long strings of saliva connect her lips to your length, and when you glance down, you see your dick glistening. It’s completely drenched in her spit, shining wet from base to tip.

Yeri wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, but only ends up smearing the mess across her flushed cheeks. She looks up at you, panting, her lips swollen and glossy, her makeup ruined.

“…Still think I deserve that ticket?”

She asks hoarsely, but there’s still too much brattiness in her voice for your taste.

You grab a fistful of her hair and drag her closer again. Her lips part instinctively, waiting for you. But instead of giving her what she wants, you pull back and slap her cheek with your slick, saliva coated length. The wet sound echoes in the quiet parking lot, followed by the smear of spit across her flushed skin. Yeri gasps, her eyes fluttering shut. But when you draw back again, she tilts her face toward you, desperate to catch your cock in her mouth.

You don’t let her.

Another slap lands on the other side of her face, leaving her makeup streaked even further, her cheeks shining with drool. She whimpers, sticking out her tongue to try and catch you. But you pull back just enough to make her miss. Her chest rises and falls quickly, her breathing turning desperate. She tries again, leaning forward with her lips parted, but all she gets is another messy smack across her lips and cheek, leaving her even wetter. Her tongue darts out greedily, chasing every inch of your length, but you keep teasing her, dragging yourself across her face until strands of spit stretch between her lips and your tip once more.

Yeri looks ruined. Smeared mascara, damp cheeks, saliva dripping down her chin. But her eyes burn with hunger now.

“Please…Just… let me taste it again…”

Her neediness grows with every second you deny her. She tries lunging forward, but you tighten your grip on her hair and keep her in check. When you finally let her have something, it’s just the very tip brushing past her lips. Her eyes go wide, relief washing over her as her tongue immediately swirls against your skin. She sucks softly, almost hungrily, her cheeks hollowing as if she’s trying to draw you in further. But you don’t let her take more. Your hand holds her steady, forcing her to focus only on what you give her. The sensation makes your whole body tense. Her tongue pressing eagerly against the underside of your shaft, lips sealing tight around the swollen tip. Every flick, every suck, every desperate swirl is like fire running up your spine.

“Look at you.”

You groan, glancing down at her ruined face. Her cheeks are flushed, spit shining on her skin, strands of hair stuck to her damp lips.

“An idol, on her knees in a parking lot, acting like she hasn’t eaten in days. Starving for cock.”

Yerimoans around you, the sound muffled but vibrating against your tip.

“Not so glamorous now, are you?”

You taunt, pulling her hair just enough to make her eyes lock on yours.

“All that greed… all that hunger… just for the taste of me.”

Her throat bobs as she swallows hard, her lips suctioning tighter. She looks up at you with pleading, glassy eyes. Yeri is humiliated and messy, but unable to stop herself from worshipping the little you allow her.

With a sharp tug on her hair, you pull your tip free from her mouth. A wet pop echoes in the air, followed by a string of spit hanging between her lips and your tip. Her chest heaves as she pants, her face glistening and ruined.

“Not yet.”

You continue to deny her, which makes Yeri pout up at you.. You drag your slick length across her cheek again, smearing more spit and precum over her skin.

Slap.

The sound is wet, degrading, and it makes her flinch, only to lean forward immediately after, lips parting to try and catch you. You pull back just in time. She misses, a whimper leaving her throat.

“Beg for it.”

You tell her, voice dark and commanding. Another slap lands across her lips, leaving them glossy with spit.

“If you want it so bad, prove it.”

Yeri’s tongue darts out desperately, chasing you as you tap her chin, her cheek, her nose.

“Please…”

She gasps between messy slaps. Her voice almost sounds broken.

“Please, I need it… I’ll be good-”

Slap.

This time across both her cheeks, leaving her even wetter. She moans from the humiliation, her lips already chasing you again.

“Say it.”

You hold your tip just out of reach.

“Say what you are.”

Yeri’s eyes glaze with shame and lust. Her lips tremble before the words spill out.

“I’m your slut… I’m your cock hungry slut. Please feed me.”

You smirk and drag yourself across her swollen lips again, watching her tremble and beg, desperate for more. Her begging is still spilling out when you finally shove your cock forward, just enough to bury your tip inside one of her cheeks. Her lips stretch wide, drool already spilling from the corner of her mouth as you hold her there. She tries to take more, her throat working hungrily, but you keep her steady with a fistful of her hair. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, desperate for every drop of taste you’ll give her. Your free hand comes up and you slap her across her spit slick cheek. The sharp sound bounces off the quiet parking lot, and her muffled whine vibrates around your tip. Yeri moans again when you do it a second time, saliva spilling down her chin. Her thighs squeeze together as if she can’t help herself.

“Pathetic.”

You groan, slapping her again, watching her makeup smear further.

“Moaning while you’re being used like this? You really are nothing but a desperate little slut.”

Her muffled cries only grow needier, her tongue pressing harder against you inside her cheek, sucking noisily. Every moan, every whimper, every wet sound just drives your control thinner. You yank your cock free again, spit snapping between her lips and your tip. She whines immediately, her voice needy. Her mouth opens, tongue flicking out, but you don’t let her take you back in.

Instead, you press down, lowering yourself until your full length lies heavy across her ruined face. The weight of it makes her shiver, her lips automatically parting to kiss along the side. Her tongue darts out to lap at the underside, tasting herself in the mix of spit and precum smeared across her cheeks. Your hands grip her head firmly, keeping her pinned in place beneath you. She can’t move. She can’t escape. The only thing she can do is worship you. Soft, wet kisses, desperate licks, messy smears that leave her face shining even more.

“Feel that?”

You grind just enough to make her whimper.

“That’s all you’re good for. My cock, on your face..”

Yeri’s eyes flutter shut, another needy moan slipping past her swollen lips.

“Beg for it. If you want my cum, you better prove you’re worthy of it. Say it.”

Her voice is muffled beneath the weight of your dick, but the desperation cuts through.

“Please… please, I need it. I’ll take it all. Paint my face. Just give it to me… I’m your slut. Your dirty slut. Please cum for me.”

Pinned beneath your weight, her lips tremble against you as she keeps kissing, licking, worshiping however she can. You keep her still, grinding lazily across her face, smearing her with more of her own saliva.

“Not good enough,”

Your grip on her hair tightens

“You want me to finish? Then prove you’ll earn it.”

She gasps, her tongue darting out desperately, lapping at the tip whenever it drags close to her mouth.

“Please… please, let me have it. I need it. I’ll do anything…”

Your cock rests heavy across her lips, and she kisses along the swollen head with shaky moans.

“You can use me again. Anytime. Anywhere. Nobody has to know. I’ll get on my knees for you whenever you want-”

Yeri’s voice cracks with a mix of shame and need. She tilts her face, pressing wet kisses against your length, eyes glazed as she stares up at you.

“Please… make me your cum rag. I’ll take it all, I’ll swallow it, I’ll wear it. Just… just let me have it.”

You smirk, dragging yourself slowly across her cheeks again, watching her whimper with every pass.

“Say it again.”

She shudders beneath you, voice breaking as she begs louder, more shamelessly.

“I’m your slut. Your toy. Please, use me again and again. Just give me your cum now. Cover me. Ruin me. Please…”

You finally lift yourself off her face, your cock pulling away with a slick sound. She gasps softly at the sudden absence, strands of spit and precum still clinging from her lips to your tip.

“Use both hands.”

Yeri obeys instantly, wrapping both hands around you, her delicate fingers sliding over your slick length. Her strokes are frantic at first, desperate to please. But you tighten your grip on her hair until she slows, matching the pace you want.

“That’s it.”

You groan, watching her ruined face, flushed and dripping.

“Eyes on me.”

Yeri’s wide, glassy eyes lock onto yours as her small hands twist and slide, working you from base to tip. Each upward pull makes your breath hitch, precum smearing across her knuckles before dripping back down onto her already ruined skin. Her lips part as if she’s about to beg again, but all that comes out is a soft moan. Her tongue darts out to lick at the air like she wishes she could take you back in.

The tension in your body coils tight, too tight to hold back any longer. With a sharp grunt, you grab her wrists, forcing her to keep stroking as your climax comes crashing down on you. Your cock jerks in her grip, and then it hits her. Thick ropes splatter across her cheeks, her lips, her nose. More spurts follow, painting her forehead, dripping down onto her chin, streaking into her hair. She gasps at the mess, blinking rapidly as her lashes catch drops of white. Her lips part, tongue flicking out instinctively to taste the streaks dripping past her mouth. By the time you’re done, her whole face is drenched. It’s shining, dripping and utterly ruined. And still, Yeri keeps her hands moving gently, milking the last drops out of you as if she can’t stand to stop.

“Good slut. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Her breath shudders. Her voice is low and broken.

“Yes… all of it. Always.”