Tempur-Pedic

4:40 AM.

The light from the street lamp just outside the bedroom window leaked through the thin curtains. Yeji always asked why you didn’t just replace them with blackout curtains if it was so bothersome. That was never the problem, though. Somehow, Yeji knew too, but always suggesting to replace the curtains was her way of making you feel better. In reality, it was the thoughts inside your head that kept you awake at night.

She deserves much better than me. She’s way above my league. I’m fucking this up so badly.

Every little excuse crept into your mind on why you shouldn’t be with her. It was a never-ending struggle of anxiety almost every night for the last two months. Not even the chirping of crickets or the humming of cars passing by dared to console you at this early hour.

I should break up with her. She really is too good for me.

You looked over at the alarm clock on the nightstand at the opposite side of the bed. It was 4:42 AM now.

In the darkness, the bedroom door slowly opened and a slender shadow crept into the room on tiptoes. For a second, your heart pumped adrenaline, your fight-or-flight response preparing you to take on the intruder if needed. Then you remembered it was just Yeji, just like it’s always been for almost every morning for the last two months. She was always horny for cock at this hour.

She slowly closed the door behind her, careful not to wake the other occupants in the house.

She was draped in a long white silk button up that made it look like she wasn’t wearing any shorts or panties underneath, which, on most nights, was usually the case. Yeji’s fingers twirled around her braided pigtails that were adorned with red ribbons at the ends. It was the same way she had her hair configured the first time she mischievously strolled into the bedroom. Everything about her was just so cute, so loveable, and so fuckable, but tonight even more so.

Yeji floated toward you on the hardwood floor, carefully sidestepping certain planks that she knew would creak and cause a ruckus. She had grown accustomed to the location of those noisy fuckers by the end of your first week with her, but now she just looked like a silly untrained dancer trying to waltz toward the bed.

The artificial light that cut through the curtains sliced at her body as her random steps across the floor brought her closer. It shone through Yeji’s white top that was just slightly thicker than the curtains. Her aroused nipples poked through the thin fabric, confirming that she, indeed, was not wearing anything underneath. Below, there was a stain of some sort that made the oversized shirt a slightly darker white in an area near her crotch. She was definitely already wet.

“Hey there, lover boy,” Yeji whispered as she started to climb on top of the bed, peeling off the quilted comforter that kept your naked body warm. She loved that you slept with no clothes—it made things easier for her.

“It’s almost 5 AM, Yeji! Where the fuck were you?” you whispered back.

Yeji’s knees pressed into the bed as she straddled you while her squishy ass pressed against your thighs. Her cold hands grabbed onto you, fetching some morning wood that was absolutely essential for Yeji’s morning routine of fueling her heat. “Sorry, I was feeling a little sick earlier. I’m ready now.”

Yeji was reliable enough to serve as a makeshift clock. She was usually in the bedroom at 4:30 AM, enough time before her various schedules for the day.

You hated that your girlfriend always had to be up by 5 in the morning, but it was a necessity, a requisite of the idol lifestyle that she chose. Still, Yeji could’ve chosen a better time to be hungry for cock. It was already a challenge trying to fuck her without disturbing anyone still enjoying their slumber. It was going to be even harder with the late start. It was 4:43 AM, the dangerous game Yeji was playing now on the hardest difficulty setting.

“Oh, is this a new bed?” Yeji’s hand sank into the memory foam. “Shit, this is one of those beds that you can place a glass of wine on and it won’t spill no matter how much you jump on it, right?” She confirmed her hypothesis by violently rubbing her hand into the mattress, watching as the rest of the bed remained undisturbed.

“Yeah, it’s a Tempur-Pedic. Just got delivered today. It’s supposed to help with my lack of sleep.”

“We both know that’s not the reason you can’t get any sleep,” Yeji said with a sly smile. “You just can’t say no to this pussy, can you?” Yeji lifted her hand from the mattress and watched the memory foam erase her handprint, just the first of many memories that Yeji was planning to imprint on the forgetful bed. Then, she pinched the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up slightly to reveal her wet entrance that was now rubbing the underside of your shaft.

“Yeji, we need to talk.”

“Not now, it’s already 4:44. We barely have time as it is. Plus, it’s a special day.”

“Special day?”

“I guess you forgot. Maybe this will help you remember.”

Yeji undid the button at the top of her shirt. It parted slightly, teasing you with her cleavage. She undid the next one, her breasts so close, yet so far, to being all yours. Every button undone revealed more and more of her delectable mounds and tight core until there was nothing left to unbutton. She slipped out of the silk and tossed it to the ground.

“Now that we don’t have to worry about the bed squeaking, I want you to fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked me before.”

“But, Yej—” Before you could protest, Yeji shoved her finger against your lips.

“No, I said no talking! I wanna make today memorable.” She shifted herself upward on your body, her weight now square on your stomach while your cock grazed against her ass cheeks. She leaned forward until your face was smothered between her breasts, a pacifier of sorts that made you forget what you wanted to discuss with her.

“You know what I want,” she said. Yeji had a thing for breast play. The only way to escape the suffocating scenario was to lick your way out.

Your hands slid up her thighs, then up the sides of her torso until they cupped Yeji’s breasts from the sides. Yeji let out a whimper as your thumbs started to gently massage her, rubbing in circular motions and working their way toward her nipples. From between her breasts, you massaged her with your tongue, Yeji now feeling the multi pronged assault on her chest.

“Do the left one today.” With only one mouth and two needy breasts, there was always a decision to make on which one was going to get nibbled on since there wasn’t enough time to do both. You leaned over to your right, tongue now circling around Yeji’s areola on her left breast while your left thumb finally converged on her right.

“God, you’re so good with my tits.” Yeji’s sharp claws repeatedly jabbed into your stomach, rubbing herself while she enjoyed the stimulation on her breasts. Yeji then pulled away. Usually, she’d let you linger longer, but she was aware there wasn’t enough time before she had to get ready for the day.

She lifted off your stomach, grabbing your stiff shaft and aligning it with her entrance. Her knees pressed into the mattress again as she sank onto your cock. Her warmth from her earlier solo session made it easy to penetrate her, and before you knew it, your cock was fully enveloped between her pink wet lips.

Yeji bounced up and down, reveling in the fact that she no longer had to restrain herself with the new bed.

“God, you’re so good,” Yeji whispered. “I don’t know why you didn’t get this bed sooner!”

The new Tempur-Pedic was definitely making sex with Yeji much more enjoyable. You grabbed onto her thighs while Yeji worked her magic. She had some sort of magical quality about her that no other girl you’ve been with possessed. In a way, she was a memory foam mattress herself. Her space was soft and inviting like a good bed. She was tight, and yet your cock seemed to be tailor-made inside her pussy that memorized every minute detail the further you sank into her. And just like a memory foam mattress, she returned to maintaining the same fit just like the first time; she was definitely someone you looked forward to seeing every night.

But then, the anxiety and self-doubt started to creep in again. You looked at your girlfriend and only saw a future filled with despair.

What am I doing here? She’ll never be happy with me.

Yeji could tell something was off when you unsqueezed her thighs and laid there in self-pity without a care for the pretty naked girl riding your cock.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Yeji asked.

“I think I wanna break up,” you confessed.

Yeji stopped thrusting for a second, stunned at the revelation. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I think I wanna break up,” you repeated.

“And you thought the best time to bring this up was when I’m literally fucking you?” Yeji started grinding on you again. She was more concerned about cumming. She had no interest in talking about breakups.

“I mean, I literally only see you in the mornings. You’re always so busy with idol life, when else can I talk about it?”

“Have you even thought this through? Because what you’re telling me is you no longer want to see this hot piece of ass walking through that door every morning and giving you the thrill of your life. Is that what you really want?”

The self-doubt that had been locked in your mind finally began to bubble to the surface. “I don’t think I should be in a relationship. I’m not worthy. I’m not deserving.”

Yeji glanced at the alarm clock to ascertain the time. It was 4:49 AM now. “Ugh! Can you stop being a pussy for eleven minutes and start fucking one instead?”

“Or what?” you challenged Yeji. It was starting to annoy you that she wasn’t listening. She seemed to only care about her own self-interests.

“ Or what? Gee, I don’t know, how about I moan out your name loudly so everyone in this house will hear me? Or how about I wait until that alarm rings at 5 o’clock and I walk out of this room naked. You think the housemates will like that when they see my naked body just strutting out of this room like a used slut while I tell them what a terrible person you are? That you only used me because you wanted a story to tell your friends of how you fucked a member of Itzy and then kicked me to the side of the road like trash? Is that what you want? You know, a lot of Midzy would kill to be in your position. Don’t you know how lucky you are? Why are you ruining such a good thing here?”

She had all the leverage; you definitely didn’t want to wake up the rest of the house at this ungodly hour, especially not to a naked Yeji spouting off all your dirty little secrets.

There was silence while Yeji awaited your response. She knew you weren’t gonna answer. “Ugh! You don’t wanna break up! Just finish fucking me and we’ll talk about this later. I guarantee you won’t want to break up once you’ve had some sense fucked into you.” There would be time later to talk about this, it seemed. Yeji just wanted to get off before that alarm went off.

You looked over at the alarm: 4:50 AM now. Then you looked at your girlfriend. In that moment, her beautiful face was a beacon of light, one that washed out any shadows of doubt that still lingered in your mind about your relationship. She was perfect, glowing even in darkness. Even with all your flaws, she still wanted to be with you. How could you give that up? And Yeji was right: a lot of other people would kill to be in your position. Maybe you didn’t want to break up with her after all. No good decision was ever made this early in the morning. It was worth at least giving it some time before coming to any conclusion.

“Okay, fine. We’ll talk about it later. We have 10 minutes before the alarm goes off, so let’s hurry this up.”

“Yay! That’s what I like to hear,” Yeji said as she swayed faster back and forth on your cock. She had never gone so fast before: she was too afraid of the springs in the old bed giving away the early morning debauchery. Her tight tummy glistened. Her breasts swung freely and dripped saliva onto your stomach. She threw her head back in a pleasure she hadn’t felt before.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Yeji whispered.

Yeji’s knees squeezed at your hips as she leaned forward, her hands pushing against your chest to keep her from falling completely. Yeji clamped tightly onto your cock, making sure to feel every inch inside her as a wave of her juices washed against your shaft. Every part of her body was glistening with some bodily fluid by now. When she was done, she stopped to admire the bed again.

“I’m really loving this new bed! But can we change positions? I’m exhausted.” Yeji rolled off to the side.

“Be careful,” you warned her as you got up from the bed. Yeji took your place, getting on all fours and begging you to take her from behind. You grabbed onto her hips and stuck yourself back into Yeji’s wetness. With not much time left before she had to get ready, you started hard and fast hoping to find your own orgasm.

“Tell me you love me,” Yeji commanded.

“Come on. Really, Yeji?” She had never been this manipulative before. Something about today just really brought out the worst in her. Maybe because you just told her you wanted to break up. Maybe she wanted bragging rights, another trophy she could flaunt in front of all the girls you’ve loved before. Either way, you never told your girlfriend that you loved her. The fact that Yeji was holding her pussy hostage for three words was absolutely diabolical.

“Fine. I love you,” you told her as you continued to pound her from behind. Your hand moved off her hip, gently caressing her clit with two fingers in a circular motion.

“I love you… what?” Yeji asked.

You let out a sigh. There was no use fighting it. Yeji’s walls tightened around you; she was too good to stop now. Whatever Yeji wanted, Yeji got. This was no exception.

“I love you, Yeji.” There it was. It felt wrong coming out of your mouth for the first time, but strangely enough, it turned both of you on. Her walls clenched again. Another gush of warm bodily fluids exited from her and dripped onto your thighs. Yeji must’ve really loved hearing that you loved her.

“Now tell me who owns your cock.”

“Yeji owns my cock.”

Heated by the moment, the sound of skin slapping against skin crescendoed with a light reverb in the room. Who cared if it was loud? Yeji really did own your cock and there was nothing you could do to stop the seductress from getting what she wanted.

But then Yeji knocked on the wall with an open palm. “Do you hear that everyone? He said Yeji owns his cock!”

You pushed her face into the mattress, holding her there to prevent any other loud mutterings from leaving her mouth.

“Come on, Yeji! People are sleeping, have some respect!”

Yeji tilted her head to the side as you continued fucking her from behind. “What? It’s a special day and I just want people to know how in love you are.”

“If I let you go, will you promise to keep your voice down?” you asked her.

“No,” she said with a laugh. “I want you to punish me for being a bad girl. We have this new bed to fuck around now and no one’s gonna fuck you like I do. Rough me up as hard as you want!”

The things that were coming out of this girl’s mouth were incredibly filthy, but you’ve never felt this kind of freedom before. You still had to worry about keeping her quiet, but with the new bed, at least you no longer had to worry about the bed squeaking. You could fuck her as roughly as you wanted.

“So you want rough, you naughty girl?”

You slapped her on the ass, leaving a pink handprint that glowed in the low light. Yeji squealed in surprise, but again, it was too loud for your liking. You pushed her face back down into the mattress, muffling the moans that were continually coming out of that tattle tale mouth.

“What did I just say? Keep it down!” you told her. “Nod into the mattress if you understand.”

Yeji shook her head instead. You tugged at her pigtails and brought her back up. “I said nod if you understand.”

“I’ll do what I want!” Yeji said.

“Yeji, we don’t have time for this! We’re both so fucked if you’re not in the shower by 5!”

Yeji was still enjoying her pigtails being pulled. “Who cares? You told me you loved me, I’m satisfied,” she said as she turned her head and stuck out her tongue.

She was starting to get annoying, but in a way, seeing Yeji being so defiant was such a turn on. Who knew she could be so naughty? But she really did need to be in the shower by 5. Any other result would not end well.

“Come on Yeji, please.”

“Fine, but only on one condition: blow your load in me. Make me your cum dump.” It wasn’t a new request. Yeji always loved the feeling of cum in her pussy, but she never begged for it like she was begging now.

The clock now read 4:56. You flipped her over and slammed her into the bed. Yeji’s legs hung in the air and you reinserted yourself. Every thrust reached further and further into her, your cock becoming numb to the feeling of Yeji’s pussy doing its best to squeeze all that cum out.

“F-fuck, yes!” Yeji let out. “I know you got so much cum saved up for your naughty little girl. No one can make you cum like I do.”

You covered Yeji’s mouth, but it still wasn’t enough to keep her from talking. She wanted everyone in the house to know just how well she was getting fucked. Even through your hand, she was able to let out muted moans. It would do for now; if no one else in the house had woken up yet from Yeji’s earlier antics, there was no way they’d be up from her covered mouth.

You went faster as Yeji’s knees knocked against her chest with every thrust. Her feet banged against the headboard, but it was too late to stop her now. The feeling of sweet relief finally overcame you, releasing seed into Yeji just like she asked. You could feel Yeji’s lips curling into a smile underneath your hand that covered her mouth, satisfied that she had milked every last drop into her pussy. You rolled off her and onto a spot on the bed next to her. You watched as Yeji laid there for a moment, stuffing two fingers into her entrance and feeling the load you just dumped in her. She looked back and smiled but then hastily got up when she realized what time it was.

The memory foam where she laid filled in the imprint of her body until the mattress was back to its normal shape; it was almost like she was never there. She picked up her shirt from the floor, but rather than putting it back on, she held it between her legs, using it to catch any excess cum that dripped out of her before it spilled onto the floor.

“See you tomorrow! And happy anniversary, lover boy!” Yeji whispered as she slipped out of the room and quietly closed the door behind her. Her footsteps echoed in the empty hall as another door creaked open and closed. The gentle drops of water spouting out of the shower head could be heard from across the hallway. She was used to heading straight to the shower after her daily dose of cum. It was like clockwork by now—cumming anywhere else but inside her would’ve been too messy to deal with anyway.

The clock on the nightstand now read 4:59 AM—just enough time to catch a wink of sleep before the alarm went off. Your mind had other plans in the post-nut clarity.

Fuck. I forgot it’s our anniversary. Didn’t even get her a fucking present. I really should break up with her. She deserves someone who loves her and can provide for her, not some broke Itzy fan who can memorize fan chants but can’t seem to remember anniversaries.

*bzzt bzzt bzzzzt*

5:00 AM on the dot. The alarm reverberated loudly against the bedroom walls. It was always way too loud for your liking, but there was nothing you could do: it was your girlfriend’s room, and any alarm volume lower than that would be too low for her to hear.

You heard a click and the alarm finally turned off, replaced by rustling on the other side of the California King bed. Lia’s warm naked body cuddled against yours under the sheets, her arm wrapping around your torso as her soft lips pressed against your cheek. She opened her eyes halfway, still entranced in a dream state.

You hated that your girlfriend always had to be up by 5 in the morning, but it was a necessity, a requisite of the idol lifestyle that she chose. Sleeping in her bed meant the early morning was also an inherited lifestyle for you as well.

“Mmm… Morning, babe,” she let out in her husky morning voice, “were you finally able to get some sleep?”

Your response was curt: “No.”

Lia was always concerned about your insomnia that had been going on for the last two months. She hoped the new Tempur-Pedic bed she bought would help with that, unaware of the real reason for your sleepless nights. She produced a pout as she kissed you again with half-lidded eyes.

“Ah, I’m sorry, babe. On the bright side, this new Tempur-Pedic really has been doing wonders for my sleep. At least now I don’t feel all your tossing and turning from your side of the bed in the middle of the night. It was starting to get pretty bad lately.”

I really don’t deserve her.

Across the hallway, Yeji was still enjoying her early morning shower. Her loud voice belted out the English lyrics to “Mafia In the Morning”—they were scheduled to perform it later for some American late night talk show.

Yeji ran through her part: “I’ma break in, break in, break in like a caper movie.”

But then she ran through some lines that weren’t even hers: they were Lia’s. “Well it’s finally, finally time to make up your mind. Hope you’re ready, who knows what could happen in the night?”

It was a twisted, cruel joke. Yeji knew exactly what she was doing, belting out Lia’s lyrics and rubbing it in her face that she was fucking her friend’s boyfriend on her own bed. And of all days, she just had to pick this day to subtly jab Lia. She knew Lia would be up by now to hear her.

“Sounds like Yeji unnie is already up,” Lia said in her groggy voice. “I don’t know how she gets up so early, she’s been beating everyone to the shower for the past two months. Been sounding really cheerful too, like she’s been getting some really good dick.”

She didn’t know, did she? She couldn’t possibly know, right?

Under the sheets, your girlfriend’s fickle fingers tickled your torso and made their way down to your cock. Lia was surprised to feel it was already hard and leaking cum. Maybe it was because she was still in a dream state, but she didn’t seem to care. She was giving you a gift, and gifts were blind to infidelity. Still, it was so hard to enjoy. The thought that Lia might know about Yeji weighed too heavily. You just had to know what she knew.

“What do you mean by Yeji getting good dick?” you asked her.

“Can you keep a secret? She hasn’t told the rest of the members, but she’s been having morning sickness lately.”

“She’s pregnant!?”

“ Shh! Don’t tell anyone, but she’s making me the godmother. Play your cards right and maybe you’ll get to be the godfather. But anyway, that’s not important right now. Today’s all about us.”

Yeji stopped singing. The only thing that could be heard in the early morning light and your stunned silence was the sound of Lia continuing to stroke you. Lia’s luscious lips kissed you on the cheek once more before she congratulated you on a very important milestone.

“Happy one-year anniversary, babe. I love you.”