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.