Snow White

You hated red carpets. Or whatever color they decided to roll out nowadays—gilded runways for the vain and validated. You snapped picture after picture, each flash capturing a carefully curated facade. You’d much rather be out in the wilderness, chasing the perfect sunrise over a frozen lake or capturing the quiet dignity of a wolf in the snow. But that kind of work didn’t pay—not like this.

Being a tabloid cameraman rarely had its perks, especially during award season. You were the bottom-feeder of the media world, treated with disdain by both the self-important celebrities and the “respectable” press. Annoyed glares, dismissive scoffs, publicists throwing up their hands in exasperation—it all blurred into the background noise of your job.

But tonight was different. Tonight was the last time you’d be stuck in this gaudy circus for a while. After this, you were off the grid for a month, trading suffocating crowds for the untouched vastness of the Alaskan wilderness. No more celebrities, no more PR handlers, no more fake smiles. Just you, your camera, and nature’s raw, untamed beauty.

You barely paid attention as you went through the motions, mechanically clicking away, phoning in your photographic performance. Then, you saw her.

Chaehyun.

She was fixing her hair, her fingers combing through sleek dark strands when her gaze flicked up and locked onto yours. You froze. Not behind the viewfinder, not peering through a lens—but with your actual eyes. And she noticed.

The barest hint of a smile tugged at her lips as she stepped toward you, the hem of her dress whispering against the floor.

Your throat went dry.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Her voice was a murmur, just for you. The warm brush of her breath against your skin sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. You weren’t used to being the one under scrutiny, the one caught staring.

Then, with an almost playful tilt of her head, she glanced downward—her gaze lingering just enough to make you second-guess yourself. When she looked back up, her eyes gleamed with something teasing, something deliberate.

“Oh, did I do that?” she asked, lips curling into a smirk as she bit down, just slightly, just enough to make your pulse stutter.

Before you could gather yourself, she leaned in, close enough that the scent of roasted marshmallows wrapped around you like a whispered secret.

“Meet me after the award show,” she murmured, her voice smooth, and confident—a command, not a question.

Then she was gone, leaving only the ghost of her presence behind.

And for the first time all night, you forgot about the cold Alaskan wilderness. You took quite a few pictures of Chaehyun though.

Throughout the award show, your eyes kept scanning the sea of glitz and artifice, searching for her—your angel in the white dress. But no matter how carefully you looked, how many stolen glances you cast between camera flashes, she remained elusive, slipping just beyond your reach.

You resigned yourself to the fact that maybe it had just been a fleeting moment, a trick of the night, the kind of encounter that lived and died under bright lights. That was until a routine trip to the restroom changed everything.

As you turned to leave, a whisper brushed against your ear, smooth as silk.

“Looking for me?”

Your breath hitched. You pivoted sharply, and there she was—Chaehyun, standing impossibly close, radiance wrapped in white. The dim lighting did nothing to dull her glow. She tilted her head slightly, amusement flickering in her gaze as if she already knew the answer before you even nodded.

A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. Without another word, she slipped something into your pants pocket—a quick, featherlight motion, gone almost before you registered it. Then, into the other pocket, she pressed something else, her fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary.

You swallowed hard as she stepped back, her smirk deepening before she disappeared into the throng of celebrities and flashing cameras.

Heart pounding, you fished out the items. A slip of paper in one pocket—her hotel address on one side and her phone number in the other. In the other, a pair of panties soaked with her essence.

You barely hesitated before saving her number in your phone. The moment she left, vanishing like a ghost between the glittering gowns and tailored suits, you texted her.

Minutes later, while your camera lens was trained on another idol—one infinitely less interesting—your phone vibrated in your pocket. A new message. A room number.

The rest of the award show blurred into static. Your hands kept working, your camera kept clicking, but your mind was already elsewhere. Your pulse thrummed with anticipation, the weight of that message burning against your thigh.

For the rest of the night, you phoned in your performance even more. Because in a few short hours, the real event was just beginning.

When it's all said and done you arrive at the hotel after the award show and your angel in the white dress is waiting for you in the lobby. You smile as you approach. She gives you a toothy grin before leading you to her room.

Once the door closes that angel becomes a demon as she tempts you with a lurid kiss. Her hands delicately dance around your body as she kisses you. Her tongue bravely battles with yours as she tries to dominate over you but is left falling short as you overpower her.

You grab her plush thighs and ass as she wraps her legs around your waist. Her soft body invites you to indulge more. You carry Chaehyun to the bed where you lift her dress. She smiles as her pussy is revealed to you. Overcome with lust and unbearably hard you plunge into her wet cavern.

Chaehyun's moans are divine as her walls readily accept you. You start slowly savoring the goddess under you. Her soft moans, the jiggle of her breasts, and the taste of her lips as she brings you in for another kiss. She bites your bottom lip and softly says,

“Can you be mine forever?”

You laugh and say, “Well see after tonight,”

You heat up as you start to go faster with Chaehyun and she melts to your touch. Her soft flesh sways and gives rhythmically as she happily takes all of you. As you do her walls tighten and she says, “Please cum with me,” before letting go.

Seeing her lose control causes you to do the same as you pour white into her pale pliant body.

When the two of you come down from your mutual high, you ask her

“How do you feel about the snow?”

Chaehyun’s wide innocent eyes stare at you as she says “I love it,”

A couple of weeks later the two of you found yourselves arriving at the same old cabin you always rent this time of year. Charhyun smiles as she enters with you saying, “This is really nice and peaceful” You nod as you unload the groceries into the fridge. Chaehyun watches you with a sweet smile before saying, “You don't strike me as a health but,”

You laugh and say usually I'm not however with you here I feel like I have to be more responsible with all of the…cardio we will be doing,”

Charhyun smirked as you finished loading the groceries. She brings you in close for another kiss while she says, “How about dessert first?”

She takes off her bottoms revealing a pussy you've grown to love very much. She lowers you down till you're face down. She's drenched as her essence and scent of roasted marshmallows waft over you, you dive in with a devious lick from her clit to her taint and everything in between.

Chaehyun jolts at the action a scream tearing from her lungs. She looks down at you as you smile innocently. Chaehyun’s eyes narrow as you dive back into her. You lick and prob her body seeing what tastes the best and what drives her reactions. Her screams intensify as she wails.

Her cream splashes over your face as you slowly deliberately “drag her towards her release”

“Fuck keep going!” she wails

You smirk and say scream louder for me darling. No one can stop you or judge you,”

Chaehyun loses it hearing that and her screams take on a fever pitch as you continue to devour her.

To send her over the edge you do a move she calls “the three-point turn”. You lick the perimeter of her pussy in clit before tongue fucking her three times.

Chaehyun loses it at this and cums belligerently all over your face dousing you in cum. Her pleasure, her wails, are so resonant and deep that almost through compersion

Alone, you cum as well.

After she falls from her height, she stares at you, “You're going to pay for that,” she says.

You stare at her confused and she says, “You just don't get to eat me out like you're a starving animal and just expect me not to return the favor. At some point during this trip, I am going to break your mind so bad that you'll beg me to let you cum,” her voice was threatening and serious which would have been scary but she was so cute you just smiled at her.

“Okay, I'll keep that in mind, but first do you want to come with me to take pictures,”

Chaehyun pouts at your not taking her seriously but it's abated when she discovers that you are very smitten with her and not being dismissive of her.

You pull the rented crossover off the road and onto a wide, open plain, cutting the engine. The silence that rushes in is almost loud — just wind and the creak of frozen grass.

The cold hits you the moment you step out. Brisk, clean, honest. You’re still adjusting to it when Chaehyun appears at your side and wraps both arms around you without a word, pressing her face against your shoulder.

“So you do this every year?” she asks into your jacket.

“Yeah.” You look out at the pale stretch of land ahead of you. “I love my job, but there’s something about it — always pointing a lens at someone else’s life. This trip is just for me. The camera only captures what I want it to.”

She pulls back just enough to look at you, then shivers dramatically. “Why somewhere so cold, though?”

“Cold means fewer people.” You smile. “Which is kind of the whole point.”

She considers that, then nods slowly like she’s filing it away. “Okay… I respect it.” A beat. Then she grabs your sleeve. “Oh — oh — there’s a deer, take a picture, go, go—”

You spin toward where she’s pointing.

It is not a deer.

It is enormous. Unhurried. Absolutely unbothered by the two of you — a bull moose picking its way across the plain with the quiet authority of something that has never once been afraid of anything. You get the shot just before it disappears into the tree line.

Chaehyun exhales. “…It’s a lot bigger than the deer back home.”

You laugh, low and warm. “That’s because it’s not a deer. That’s a moose.”

Her brow furrows. “What’s the difference?”

So you tell her — the size, the antlers, the attitude — and she listens with her full attention the way she does with everything, head slightly tilted, eyes on your face. When you finish, she’s quiet for a second.

Then she smiles, bright and unhurried, like the plain around you.

“Okay,” she says. “I like it here.”

You find a low ridge overlooking a frozen creek and sit there for a while, passing a thermos of coffee back and forth. The conversation moves the way good conversation does in open spaces — unhurried, following whatever thread feels right.

She asks about your favorite places you’ve ever shot. You ask about what she eats before a performance. She tells you Mashiro stress-bakes and leaves the results in the dressing room, so pre-show snacks are actually incredible. You tell her about the time you nearly dropped a fifty-thousand-dollar lens into a river in Patagonia. She gasps like you’ve described a near-death experience, which honestly, you had.

The sun is doing that thing it does in Alaska — sitting low and golden even at midday, stretching shadows long across the snow.

“Can I ask you something?” Chaehyun says.

“You’ve been asking me things for the last hour.”

“A different kind of something.”

You look at her. She’s turning the thermos cap over in her fingers, not looking at you.

“The disbandment,” she starts, then stops. Tries again. “It’s soon. People keep asking me how I feel about it and I always say the right thing — grateful, at peace, looking forward to what’s next —” she does a small, self-aware version of her stage smile, “— and I mean it. I do. But it’s also…”

She trails off. A beat of wind moves through the plain below you.

“A lot,” you offer.

“A lot,” she agrees quietly.

She sets the thermos down between you and draws her knees up to her chest.

“I think what’s hard is that it’s not sad, exactly. Like — we knew. We always knew. It was part of the contract, part of the whole thing from the beginning.” She exhales, and her breath clouds in the cold air. “But knowing something is coming and then watching it actually arrive are two very different feelings.”

You don’t say anything. She’s not done.

“I keep thinking about the small stuff. Not the stages — I’ll be okay with the stages. But like…” she laughs a little, soft and private, “…the van rides. The specific way everyone gets loud right after a show because we’re all coming down from the adrenaline at the same time. The way Yujin always falls asleep on someone within ten minutes of getting in the car.” She shakes her head. “You can’t package that. You can’t keep it.”

“No,” you say. “You can’t.”

She looks out at the creek.

“I think that’s why I keep wanting to memorize things lately. Like I’ll be in the middle of a normal moment and I’ll just —” she presses a hand to her chest, almost unconsciously — “hold it. Try to hold it.”

You think about your camera. About the reason you take this trip every year.

“That’s not a bad instinct,” you say. “Just don’t let the memorizing pull you out of the moment you’re trying to memorize.”

She turns to look at you. Something in her expression shifts — not quite relief, but close to it. Like someone just said the thing she needed to hear without knowing that’s what she needed.

“Yeah,” she says.

The creek below you catches the low sun and throws it back.

After a while she picks up the thermos again, takes a sip, and says — lighter now, the weight not gone but redistributed — “Okay. Tell me about Patagonia. I want to hear the lens story again but slower.”

You laugh and oblige her.

The trip blows past like the cold Alaskan winds but with Chaehyun it's sweeter than ever but she keeps implying that she's gonna get you back, and every time you think “naah”

Well on the penultimate day you wake up to her moaning and you cumming

“Huh aw fuck” you moan as you wake up cumming.

You try to get your bearings but your hands are pinned above your head.

You look up to see Chaehyun riding you. Her pale skin glistened in the moonlight. You groan and she says, “I told you I'd get you back, now be a dear and just let this happen.”

She stands up from you as your mixed fluids drip down her legs. She smiles before going to her purse and taking out the lube she saved for special occasions.

She coated her breasts with generous amounts before wrapping them around your over stimulated cock.

“Fuck” you yell as Chaehyun gently rubs her breasts along your cock. You watch as she slowly dances around your clock giving you superb and tight angles to watch.

“Chae I'm going to cum again your groan,”

Chaehyun smiles and says “go ahead. I'm not stopping”. Her tone and aura are so over powering you just can't help but cum all over her tits. Your seed graciously paints her bust neck and face, but her angelic face smirks deviously as she keeps massaging her Malevolent Mammaries around you.

She watches as you wail and buck under her.

“I wonder how long you can hold out,”

She teased before picking up speed.

“Fuck Chae no more,”

She shakes her head as more cum erupts from your cock. She smiles as she finally stops.

She walks over to your camera and then takes several pictures of herself covered in your essence.

She looks at you and says, “I told you I love snow,” as you pass out