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.