Chaewon & Kazuha: Ride and Die

Kim Chaewon likes the mess (mess mess mess). 

Hands gripping her hair, fucking her tear-streaked face stupid kind of mess. Hot bodies heaving against one another with the combined slick of sweat and cum kind of mess. 

Chaewon also likes control. Riding on top, squeezing her core muscles while reducing the lucky person below her into a whining animal kind of control. Whispering sweet nothings as she skillfully manipulates their body to their fifth climax kind of control. 

What Chaewon does have to put up with is a punishing schedule. Waking up at four in the morning, nodding off in salon chairs as staff furiously slather her puffy face with primer, foundation, blush, highlighter before getting whisked to a three-hour long photoshoot. Turning up for dance practice at ten p.m. and going through countless sets of the same goddamn choreo until her arms and legs turn into jelly and stumbling out of the company building at one in the morning. Some days the contents of the schedule differ – variety show appearance here, fansign even there – but the hours are the same.

Of course, Chaewon knew what she signed up for. You don’t make it through a survival show and two debuts without gaining a fuller understanding of the rigours of idol life. She needs to do her part as one of the company’s many assets, prepared and packaged to squeeze maximum dollars from their legion of adoring fans. 

But she is human after all. Chaewon can at least do something about her physical tiredness. She’s developed the ability to fall asleep at the drop of a hat and in any location, from the waiting rooms in music show premises to the stuffy company vehicles shuttling them to their next schedule, stealing precious minutes of sleep whenever she could. 

What really gets to her is the mental toll. Kim Chaewon is not only an idol, she is also the leader of her group, Le Sserafim. She puts her best foot forward in training and in the watchful eye of the general public because that’s what’s expected of her. First in for dance practice and last out, staying back to nail that particular turn. Always looking out for the other members to make sure they eat and sleep properly. Sitting in on company meetings and making decisions on behalf of the entire group. 

All that responsibility makes for a very stressed Chaewon. She bottles up her stress, squashing it deep down together with all the other complicated feelings a 25 year old girl would have until she reaches a breaking point. Then she deals with the mental fallout the only way she knows how to.

By having sex. With her group members.

Yunjin was the one who brought it up first. Maybe it was the liberal American upbringing, but the girl suggested it one night to everyone while the group were hanging out in the dorm. It was a very typical scene for Le Sserafim, the four of them (Eunchae having called an early night) sprawled around a table packed with takeout containers and dirty chopsticks, indulging in the food coma after a late dinner.

Tensions were running high leading up to this particular moment. The group was busy preparing for a comeback and there had been some negative media coverage about their live performances. Sakura had been extra jumpy, the usually calm and collected eldest member tensing up at the slightest sound or touch. Kazuha retreated into her shell, the normally smiling and easy-going girl only communicating with monosyllables and silent nods. 

Yunjin does what Yunjin does best. That is, yapping everyone’s ear off. She’s an oversharer at the best of times (something that Chaewon herself is trying to learn from the younger girl), but the comeback pressure meant that Yunjin would literally narrate all of her thoughts to any poor soul in her vicinity.

“Why don’t we have sex to destress?” The American girl thinks out loud, one manicured finger on her pink lips. 

The girls shared looks among themselves. Sakura was skeptical and the loudest in sounding out her arguments against Yunjin’s suggestion. Something about being responsible as an idol and a human being, and something about causal sex being a bad thing. 

Yunjin, predictably, rolled her eyes as she smirked at the older girl’s comments. 

“Zuha and I are packing, and you two unnies definitely need some dick,” she drawls lazily, winking at Kazuha as she pressed on her own bulge crudely. Sakura huffs at the distasteful act.

Kazuha shrugged noncommittally, looking to the older members for their thoughts. 

And Chaewon? Well she was downright intrigued. Of course she was wary about the pitfalls of sleeping around, especially as idols, but Yunjin had a brilliant idea, or so she thought — why not fuck each other?

It just made sense. Sleeping with each other solved quite a few, shall we say, logistical issues. Keeps things in house, as it were. Chaewon had also done something similar back in IZ*ONE, experimenting with her members in their dorm bedroom when the nights got unbearably long and lonely. 

But none of the other girls needed to know that.

The first time Chaewon slept with a member was definitely one of the sexual experiences of all time. 

She had insisted on pairing with Yunjin for the simple reason that the American girl might be experienced. That was a decision Chaewon soon regretted because Yunjin was a lot, something that she should have realised in hindsight. The taller girl was just as loud in bed, and eager to impress her leader.

They did the deed two days after the dinner conversation, in the dorm bathroom with the shower on because they couldn’t risk tipping off Eunchae. Yunjin talked the whole way through it. She was generous with verbal encouragement –  moaning, colour commentary, and dirty talk. 

She ate Chaewon out against the shower wall like it was her last meal on earth, two fingers curling and pumping ruthlessly, but she also kept grinning up through the water and saying things like “God, your clit is so cute when it’s swollen like that.” Chaewon came so hard her knees buckled, but the constant chatter made it impossible to switch her brain off completely. 

Yunjin was also pretty handy with her cock, but she kept whispering things like “Was that good, unnie? Are you close? Do you need me to slow down?” Just the memory of that moment would make Chaewon frown – can’t a girl get dicked down without being asked a question every few seconds?

Sakura was the opposite. Quiet, almost clinical at first, just what you expect from the experienced older member who runs her life with clockwork precision. They had sex in Sakura’s room after a sixteen-hour day of MV filming. 

Chaewon had let Sakura pin her down, let her ride her thigh or hands until she came, but there was always a slight distance. Sakura’s gasps were pretty, her body unreal, but she never quite dropped the polite mask. No matter how many times Chaewon whispered for the older girl to ease up, Sakura persisted in staying in control. The older girl would grit her teeth, look away, and hold back from moaning just the way Chaewon knew she could, if only she would let herself go.

They experimented with strap-ons and other toys too, but it still felt like a performance. Chaewon chalks it up to Sakura’s extensive experience as an idol. Plus, Chaewon preferred a real cock to a plastic phallus.

Which brings her to Kazuha.

Kazuha had been last, almost an afterthought. Chaewon assumed the younger Japanese girl would be shy, maybe even vanilla. She was wrong.

It started as a quick stress-relief blowjob after an all-night choreography session. Chaewon on her knees in the younger girl’s room, hands gripping her waist to keep her from moving. Kazuha was responding so eagerly and obediently that Chaewon almost laughed at how easy it all was. 

When Chaewon eased the thick cockhead into her mouth, Zuha mewled, threading her fingers through the older girl’s hair. But she still kept her hips still, trembling as Chaewon sucked load after load from her swollen balls.

That was the moment Chaewon realised she’d found her perfect toy.

Kazuha doesn’t talk back. Kazuha says “yes, unnie” in that soft voice and means it with her entire soul. Kazuha lets Chaewon tie her up, gag her, spank her ass red after a bad dance practice session and then beg for more. Kazuha cries prettily, comes on command, and still asks if Chaewon’s okay afterward, if her dearest leader needs anything else. All while looking at her with those beautiful eyes.

Kazuha is also hot as fuck. Soft gentle eyes. Long, pretty neck. Glutes that are useful in the dance studio as they are in bed. Oh, and those abs. Chaewon notices how her pretty girl dresses up in crop tops and jackets that just so happen to show off her toned belly. It’s no secret that the Japanese girl is a fitness buff and takes good care of her body. No wonder Kazuha can take all the punishment Chaewon dishes out and come back eager for more.

Kazuha, in short, is heaven.

Comeback week is hell.

Wake up at three am, be at the salon by four, all because Chaewon had two back-to-back luxury brand shoots. Six excruciating hours of posing and simpering while the creative directors scream about “smiling with your eyes”, whatever the hell that means. A variety shoot that was supposed to end at five pm dragged until eight because the PDs kept reshooting the scenes. No dinner break, straight to dance practice at nine pm, running the new choreo until her lungs burn and her vision tunnels.

It didn’t help that Kazuha was wearing a spaghetti strap top and yoga shorts. Chaewon kept shooting discreet looks to savour the younger girl’s body. At least she was doing a better job than Sakura. The older Japanese girl was literally eyefucking Yunjin, admiring the curve of her plump lips. 

You ain’t that slick girl, Chaewon smirks inwardly. Her eyes did linger on Yunjin’s pretty face too, but her preference for tonight was set.

By one am, Chaewon’s back in her room, freshly showered and scrolling on her phone. Her fingers move before her brain catches up, boiling with pent up anger.

[01:05] Chaewon: My room. Now.

[01:05] Chaewon: Don’t make me ask twice, Zuha.

Three dots appear, vanish, and reappear.

[01:06] Kazuha: Yes unnie <3 

Chaewon’s wearing the cream silk nightgown that ends mid-thigh and nothing else when she hears a soft knock on her bedroom door – twenty-three minutes later. Chaewon yanks the door open hard enough that Kazuha flinches.