Pre-Concert Ritual

Kim Taeyeon has ruined your life.

“—fuck fuck fuck fu—”

You had such a good life, before. Stable job, eating healthily, going to the gym to play volleyball with your buddies, and plenty of free time to spend indulging in your hobbies. You really did used to have it good. No, you had it great.

“—yes, right there, right there!”

But now, all of that is ruined. None of those hobbies feel as good as Taeyeon does, and every time you seek a new hobby to indulge in, it ends up feeling bland. No one can compare to Taeyeon’s beauty and how it shines in even the simplest of outfits, her supreme confidence backed by her bombshell figure, how she wields her alure as a deadly weapon that forces you to kneel at her presence, the coy way she flaunts her figure by always showing just enough to leave the imagination reeling, how she dared to knock on the door to your room so late at night with such an outfit and demand your attention this instant, which of course, you give her. And are promptly being rewarded by—

“Fuck, your cock feels so fucking good inside me!”

The view of her supple tits bouncing up and down, the magnetic sight of those almond teats drawing random lines in the air, the sound of her juicy ass smacking against your crotch and the feeling of it occasionally grinding against you, the way her snowy-white skin would turn red at the lightest grip, the way her pussy always tried to squeeze the life out of your cock as if it was trying to choke it to death, the absolutely beautiful way she moaned that you swear would bring you to heaven, feeling her soft weight pressing against your body, feeling her soft legs straddling your hips, the way her fingers curled and her toes curled and her luscious lips parted and the way she threw her head back and—

“Fuck, Taeyeon…”

Kim Taeyeon has ruined your life, but for all you can tell, it’s for the better.

“Yes, more! Fuck, I’m so close, I’m so close—”

This moment is all that matters. All the bland, boring sex you’ve had in the past few weeks in a desperate search for someone, anyone who could live up to Taeyeon was worth wading through. Right now, watching Taeyeon ride you like her life depended on it, and feeling her pussy convulsing and pulling on your dick with every bouncing motion, was worth the wait.

“—please, please, fuck—”

“Come on then, cum already!”

Sneaking your hand between your connection, taking barely a second to find her clit and pressing on it is all the idol singer needs to completely unwind, tumbling down from her climax, letting loose an ecstatic scream that would make pornstars blush. Taeyeon shakes, violently, against your cock as her orgasm ripples through her entire body, completely consuming her like a tidal wave of ecstasy that leaves her with barely and strength to even lift her face off your chest after it fades.

“Oh my god…”

You already had your fair share of ecstasy—the evidence was on the nightstand next to the bed, in two tightly tied up condoms laying on the wooden surface—so you’re right there with her. Utterly spent, but entirely satisfied.

“Fuck, that was amazing.”

You can feel Taeyeon nod against your chest. “…yeah…”

“You gonna have enough strength for your concert tomorrow?”

Some way, somehow, for some godforsaken reason, the idol singer decided to fly you out to Taipei—on a different flight, of course—the day before she arrived, and had somehow snuck you into a hotel room near hers. One might’ve thought that an idol wouldn’t do something so risky, especially one of her stature—or perhaps it’s because she’s so accomplished and held so much power with her years of experience that she feels confident in pulling such a risky move. Not that you’re complaining, of course. You knew Taeyeon was busy the last few weeks preparing for these concerts, whose responsibilities overlapped with the multitude of other things she had going on simultaneously—recording for ‘Amazing Saturday’, talks for various shoots with a bunch of potential companies and sponsors, and whatnot—but it didn’t make you miss her any less. Miss her, and miss how these post-sex cuddle sessions felt, feeling her ample boobs pressing against your torso and feeling her legs tucked between yours, even the way she liked to rub her feet against your shins for whatever reason.

“Yeah, don’t worry.”

“I would’ve gotten tickets to this concert if I had known you were going to fly me here before.”

Taeyeon looks up and smiles at you. “Why? I’m already giving you the best show right here, in person, aren’t I?”

You have to nod at that. “That’s true.”

Taeyeon gives you, and herself, some time to catch your breath before she pushes herself off you to go clean up after herself before sneaking out of your room as stealthily and nonchalantly as she can.

Her next concert is in the Philippines, in their capital city of Manila, and your ticket and hotel reservations are already set by the time you’re back in Seoul. However, that isn’t the next time you get to see Taeyeon again.

“Oh, you’re here!”

Before Taeyeon ruined your life, it was always the chick coming to your place. To be fair, though, your place is a pretty nice place, if you do say so yourself—because you so often had company over, you make sure to keep it neat and tidy, and because you know how the girls swoon over a man who can cook, you’ve taught yourself a plethora of vibrant, tasty, healthy recipes alike.

With Taeyeon, all of that goes out the window.

As one of the more famous homebodies in South Korea, it always ends up being you being called over to come over to her place. There is a specific way you have to do so, with the ever-present paparazzi camping a few blocks from the entrance of her residence, but you find yourself not even particularly minding the hassle.

Wow. How absolutely whipped am I for this woman?

Your buddies would make fun of you, for sure, if they ever knew the extents you went through to get to Taeyeon’s house. Or maybe they wouldn’t if they knew it was Taeyeon. Which, none of them did, of course.

Past you might’ve even made fun of you for jumping through all these hoops, parking multiple blocks away in random directions, walking for five to sometimes even twenty minutes if Taeyeon reports to you an increase in nearby paparazzi to you, balling up your 1.85-meter-tall frame behind some bushes and walk in through her back entrance via a key she’s given you, and current you would’ve just taken it.

“Did you eat yet?”

“Mhm! Do you wanna watch something?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, have you watched that movie one of my members is in…”

Seeing Taeyeon’s face lighting up as she gushes about her talented members that she’s proud of, cuddling up next to her in front of her pretty massive TV as the movie begins playing … this is something the past you wouldn’t have understood the value of.

“Hmm, I’m sorta hungry…”

“Hungry already?” Taeyeon sticks her tongue out at you. “Do you want me to make you something?”

Taeyeon shakes her head, already having whipped out her phone. “I’m gonna order some bingsoo. Want some?”

This is the other thing that has been thrown out the window. While Taeyeon does, sometimes, allow you to cook for her, but mostly if you’re the one who brings ingredients or if you told her in advance what ingredients to get, she doesn’t seem to care much about cooking. Is it because she likes to spoil the ones she cares about, is it that she secretly doesn’t like your cooking, or maybe it’s because she’s just so used to ordering out that it’s her default option? You doubt it’s the second one: every single time you’ve cooked for her, which granted, isn’t very many times, Taeyeon has given you glowering reviews about your cooking. You decide that it’s that homebody inside her again that just loves the freedom and plethora of choice given by ordering out. Because, in the end, how much does Taeyeon really care about you? You know why she’s called you here, in the end.

After the movie ends, you stand up and pick up the dirty bowls and spoons. Just as you make it to the sink, though, you feel Taeyeon’s hands sneaking around your waist. “Leave them there. I’ll wash them in the morning.”

Man, I guess I really am whipped for her.

But who can blame you?

“I think we have some more important business to be attending to right now.”

“I can’t agree more.”

And just like that, Taeyeon’s completely naked on her bed, her tiny frame being straddled by your hulking figure, her eyes gently closed and her luscious, red lips gently parted, moaning a beautiful melody to her bedroom as your fingers work their magic on her core.

“Hmm…”

While Taeyeon is drowning in lust, you’re drinking in that lascivious sight. It’s equally captivating every time you’re granted the opportunity to witness it, and it’s why you’re completely content ignoring the tent in your pants, feeling your hand and your upper arm getting progressively more damp from the juices spurting out of her hole that your two digits are buried deep inside. You’re familiar enough with her body that it barely takes you a minute to find her sweet spots, and when you take little to no time to find it again, you don’t relent. Even feeling her other leg tense up in your other hand is an amazing sensation that you can’t get enough of.