Some Cream, Some Cake, Karina’s Creamed Cleavage

“You’ve been thinking about my tits all week, haven't you?”

“Absolutely not, babe.”

“Then why are you hard when I’ve only read the first line?”

“I—because it's you, Karina, how can I—”

She cuts you off, continuing to read the text off her phone. “Title says ‘Graduation’. ‘Not a question. Her hips roll forward. Everything leaves your body at once.’ Why does every god damn smut fic talk about my breasts? I don't even know the author because this is part of some stupid challenge event on Fanprose. The site's not even as popular as Tumblr!”

The hotel suite glows softly under warm lamplight, the city skyline twinkling beyond the windows. Your big titty goddess stands in the center of the room exactly like the photo the members took earlier — long black hair tumbling down her back, holding the small white strawberry cake on its little plate, lips parted in that signature playful pout.

The only difference from her Instagram post? She's almost naked, wearing the hotel’s bathrobe with presumably nothing underneath.

“Look, fanprose is so much better. There's in-line comments and this user named after some nut said: ‘I love it how a lot of Karina fics out there start with her tits. It's almost like they're iconic~’”

“C'mon Jimin, it's your birthday… let's not talk about this. You are incredible. The energy you bring to fan meetings, the way you hype everyone up, your laugh when someone teases you—”

She cuts you off with a theatrical sigh, lifting the cake so it rests right at chest height. “Yeah, yeah. My energy. My laugh. My sparkling leader personality. Don't change the topic.”

“C'mon Jimin, you started this whole convo…” you groan.

She shrugs and continues. “Let’s be real. We both know what every fancam, every comment, every single thing actually focuses on.”

You draw in a small breath, eyes darting around, trying to look at anything but her tits.

“I read that writerpeach one again — Fantastic Breasts and Where to Find Them. Thousands of words just drooling over these. And what was that phrase again? ‘Exposing her bare skin and massive tits no fabric can contain.’” Right as she says that, her free hand tugs the string on her robe, letting it fall open, exposing the deep, inviting valley between her breasts. She sets the cake aside, cups one heavy breast and lifts it, letting the full, teardrop weight spill generously over her palm.

“Jesus, Jimin. What's gotten to you today?” You mumble, cock twitching at the sight. Drool starts to pool in your mouth and you take a big exaggerated gulp.

“Then there’s I’ve Got A Secret by mysonesecret. I’m the only ‘Ace’ who apparently got the position because of her fucking tits. All the other aces have normal or small chests, but me? Ace status just because these are huge. And the worst thing? I'm not even the main character. That Wonyoung bitch with such small tits fucking took my spot.”

You shake your head, reaching out to brush her hair back. “Baby, those are just fics. I love you and your sharp tongue when you roast the members, how you stay up late worrying about choreo, the way you get all soft and clingy with me after long days. Your tits are unbelievable, yeah, but they’re not why I’m here every single night.”

“Heh, you like my sharp tongue. I bet you like it the most when I lap your slit, you liar.” Karina’s eyes light up with mischief.

“I'm not lying…”

“Prove it, then. Because right now my tits are right fucking here.” She shrugs the robe off completely. Her bare breasts bounce free — full, heavy, perfectly shaped with a natural jiggle that draws your gaze instantly.

She scoops a thick fingerful of whipped cream from the cake and starts smearing it slowly across the upper slopes of her left breast, then the right. The cold white cream contrasts against her warm skin, melting slightly from the heat of her tits. The viscous cream flows slowly down the generous curves.

She continues to deconstruct her birthday cake, spreading and coating her entire tits white with cream.

“Fuck, Jimin… you look so disgustingly hot,” you mumble, drool leaking out from the side of your mouth.

“Yeah? Are you referring to me or my tits?” She cocks an eyebrow, before carefully placing two ripe strawberries on the slopes, one on each side, nestled into the soft flesh.

They don’t slide off. They sit perfectly in place, held by the sheer size and gentle outward curve of her chest.

“See this?” she teases huskily. “The strawberries are just sitting here like decorations. They don’t even slide because my tits are so big that they create their own little shelf. This whole cake is smaller than even one of my tits. If they were small and perky like the other girls, this cake would look massive. But no — my chest just swallows everything.”

You drop to your knees in front of her, mesmerised. “Jimin… you're insane.”

She laughs softly and presses her cream-smeared breasts forward. “Then lick. Lick while you continue lying to yourself that you love my dancing and not my tits.”

Your tongue drags across the slope, tasting the sweet whipped cream mixed with her warm skin. You suck one strawberry gently into your mouth, then lick at the cream underneath.

“Mmm, good boy,” she purrs, fingers threading into your hair. “Keep going. Suck harder. Feel how heavy they are? Tell me it’s my personality you love while you’re cleaning my tits like this.”

“I do love your personality,” you mumble against her skin, switching to the other breast and licking up more cream. “The way you take care of the girls, your voice when you sing soft parts—”

“Bullshit.” She smirks and scoops more cream, adding another layer so it drips messily down the slopes. “I bet that new one by Valentine Drifter, Appearances, was it? I bet it's the same. Probably all about my tits again.”

You glance up, still licking. “Actually, that one’s more about your thighs. The way your strong, pillowy thighs fucked the OC’s cock until he came all over—”

She cuts you off instantly. “Wrong answer.” Without warning she pushes you onto the bed, climbs over your chest, and slides her cream-covered breasts down around your already hard cock. “Shut up and feel this instead.”

She presses them together tightly and starts fucking your throbbing cock with her tits, pumping slowly, drawing every stroke with slow, tortuous friction. No lube needed. The cream from before and the remnant saliva of your devouring is sufficiently enough to compliment the smooth glide of her tits.

Your hips twitch involuntarily at the pleasure, chasing after the bare minimum effort that Jimin is giving.

“F-faster, please—” you groan.

The strawberries on her chest have long since tumbled aside, rolling and leaving sticky trails as they land on your belly.

“Faster, huh?” she taunts, bouncing her chest harder so her heavy breasts slap against your abdomen. “That’s what happens when you try to talk about my thighs instead of admitting the truth. Look how your cock disappears between them. All that cream making it so slippery. If they were small you’d have nothing to fuck like this on my birthday.”

“Fuck, Jimin…” you groan, hips bucking up into the warm, soft tunnel she’s created. “They feel too good…”

She laughs breathlessly and keeps the pace. “Of course they do. Now what about that majorblinks one. Downright Iconic? Over three thousand fucking notes on Tumblr. Three thousand people lusting after my tits. That’s a large enough sample size, right? But I bet my tits are larger than that sample size.”

You can barely form words as she squeezes tighter and fucks you faster, the wet sounds filling the room. “Jimin… shit… they’re huge… so soft…”

“Exactly.” She lifts off your cock and leans forward, hair curtaining around you, letting her cream-smeared breasts smother your face for a moment. She rubs you with her tits, spreading cream and precum all over your face, before stuffing her left nipple into your mouth. “Suck on my milkers,” she demands.

Your mouth latches onto it, sucking with an intentional force until your cheeks hollow. You release her tit with a loud pop, sticking your tongue out to slobber all over her breast before switching to the other one.

“Fuck, I could eat these all day,” you moan, diving back in. “Your tits are so fucking huge, there’s literally endless amounts of meat for me.”

“Keep talking,” you say, taking whatever remains of the cake, spreading it all over her chest and torso.

“Tell me about that newest poem, Creaming Sheen.”

“Ah yes, that stupid poem written by AutumnyAcorn.” She pulls her tits off your mouth and goes back down, wrapping her cake loaded tits around your aching cock.

“‘Yoo Jimin, are you dreaming? Because you, Jimin, are my wet dream. Karina, ballerina, fuck her tits like a hyena.’ That nut writer is fucking nuts,” she grumbles, resuming her tit fuck. She continues to work her tits up and down your cock, pumping fast and hard. Each upstroke breaks and grinds the cake pieces into smaller bits; each downstroke squeezes the bits and cream into mush between the smothering titjob.

“That fucking nut wrote for so many idols, but ninety percent of them have small tits. The only times he mentions or writes me? It’s these.”