The Dubu Dub

“Hey congrats!”

“Huh?” You turn towards the voice.

“Congrats! You got the dub!”

“The what now?”

“The dub!”

“Guys, how many drinks have I—” You lost your friends in the crowd of the afterparty. When? The daze and noise barely allow you to focus. Who the fuck knows?

“Dude, she won’t wait long so hurry it up.”

Someone, perhaps a few someones, pull you by the sleeve. Through the crowd, you try to remember the whereabouts of your group. Met at the apartment, that’s easy enough. Then, the concert? Yeah, the concert. Time of your life, front row seats, fanchants, the whole thing. Afterwards, the afterparty. Right. Rumors of Twice members showing up.

~~

“You believe that shit?” You said as you rested your whole body across the backseat, tired from all the yelling and jumping and all-around fun time. Your two companions in the front row were already plotting a route on their phones.

“I dunno.” One went.

“We don’t have anywhere to be before our flight home, anyway.” The other.

“I guess.” You pulled up your phone. “Why isn’t it on Twitter or some other place, though?”

“Listen man, I just overheard the staff talking about it. It’s supposed to be all fancy and exclusive.”

“Route started, head south on… ”

“And how do you plan on getting in?” Twitter had nothing to show.

“We have twenty-five minutes to figure that out.”

And that you did.

~~

“Ok, you good to go in?”

Bright lights help you with cleansing out the drunk daze from your brain. The music is all faded, thumping at the end of the hallway to your right. “Wait, wait. What’s going on, again?”

“Remember that raffle at the start?” Big security person says, still holding you by the sleeve.

“Yeah, basically an entry fee, what about it?”

“You got the dub, you won! You get your prize now.” He grabs your face and gives you a few light slaps. You come to and swat the hands away.

“Fuck off!”

“Alright yeah, you’re good. Through the door whenever you’re ready.”

He walks away as you open the door in front of you. The room is empty, random stuff thrown about. The door closes with a louder sound than anticipated, which prompts a corner door inside the room to open.

“Oh, hey, raffle took them long enough.”

What the fuck.

“Hey, you’re not that drunk, right? Not yet, anyway.” She smiles, amused by her own comment, and walks up to you.

Crop top, short skirt, pigtails. Kim Dahyun.

“D-Dahyun?! What—I’m sorry, how? I mean… Hi?”

“Hi, yeah, this is your prize.” She twirls with the pigtails in her hands. “Well, more like, you’re mine.” She laughs and sits on the futon opposite of the door.

You’re dumbfounded still, that’s clear. The cross-armed, cross-legged woman aims her gaze at you. The short skirt allows a peek at Dahyun’s thigh, reaching all the way to her ass with nothing else in sight.

“Hey.” She snaps her fingers twice. “I promise to answer questions later, anything you want. I prefer to fuck when you’re starstruck.”

You walk over. “So the raffle…”

“Yes. Now, take these off.”

You hastily remove your pants, keeping underwear.

“You won’t disappoint me now, will you?” She leans forward, uncrossing her legs. Her hands are at the edge of the seat at each side, back straight, her face a mere inches away from your cock.

“I’ll be sure not to.” Drunk you is all gone by now, blood rushing to add to your length and the distance between it and her face reduces itself to none.

Dahyun smirks. “I like the confidence.”

She proceeds to yank down the underwear without a thought, your cock springing up and down as if it was jumping from joy—it’s certainly happy to be there. Her small hand grabs it by the base and Dahyun aligns her lips with the tip. You feel her breath, she trembles as well. The anticipation is downright lethal as she allows her mouth to salivate and your cock to erect itself fully; the warmth alone could make you bust. Dahyun caves in and surrounds your cock with her face. She’s only about three bobs in and you find your length fully slathered with her drool, each in-and-out you throb more and more precum into her tongue. You moan and groan at the unending pleasure she creates on your cock. She moans in return and you catch her hand already playing between the folds of her skirt.

“How wet are you, Dahyun?” You manage to ask.

“I’m soaked.” She responds, one hand showing her wet fingers as the other strokes your length with the spit.

A different kind of dumbfounded, but dumbfounded you remain. The pigtails rest on her shoulders and your hands react. You wrap each around your hands once for proper grip and align Dahyun’s face once again with the tip. You feel her breath again, now stronger, wanting, but you tease her; she breaks.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please put your cock in my mouth.”

“Stick your tongue out for me.”

Dahyun concedes all power to you. Whatever she had is now lost, the leverage she possessed all yours to play with. Her tongue sticks out in full, needy eyes attempt to catch your gaze begging for cock. It’s not on her say now, though, it’s on yours. You pull her pigtails while thrusting forward slightly. The motion is consistent, slow, almost torture for you both. Your cock enters Dahyun’s mouth in one full move until it hits the back of her throat.