When We're Alone

“Wait.” Sakura tugs on your wrist. “Do you hear that?”

Staying still for a few moments, you close your eyes and focus only on what you can hear. There’s a gentle breeze that flows through the park and gets caught up in the bushes and rustles the leaves. It takes several moments of straining your ears before you pick up another sound—something distant, a young bird’s squawk. Though that’s nothing out of the ordinary, so you tell her, “No, what is it?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Exactly, it’s so quiet here,” Sakura tells you in her softest tones, so as not to disturb the peace. “I like it a lot. I feel comfortable. At ease. Alone with you, finally.”

It brings a soft smile to your lips as she speaks so affectionately under the setting autumn sun. You glance over at the horizon, where the glowing blue sky mixes with the lighter shades of the setting sun and mellows into something soft and beautiful. If it isn’t an artist’s dream, then nothing else is. She is right, too. Time alone like this is at such a premium that even a few minutes away from the rest of the group, her fans, and the horde of other staff members are truly precious.

Sakura looks as though she is biting her tongue, and eventually, she tells you, “I don’t think I can go much longer without kissing you.”

At that, she simply makes your heart race. Her small, smooth hand still holding yours as she shifts to position herself closer to you, the scent of her perfume fills you up in the most heavenly of ways as she presses her chest up against yours. Before you have the time to say something in response, her free arm wraps around the back of your neck and her lips connect with yours. They are supple, warm and perfect, and her touch sends shivers all through your body, which now moves as if magnetised to her—your hand so naturally slides onto her waist to draw her closer to you, and you reciprocate the kiss with rising heat and vigour.

You spend a few seconds like this, kissing your girlfriend in secret. Sakura caresses your neck as you both melt together like candle wax and let the weight of the world slip off your shoulders. She breaks the kiss and then the silence once again, “There really is nobody around…”

“Nobody around to stop you and I making out like that,” you point out with the faintest smug grin on your face.

Sakura rests her palm flatly against your chest and bites her bottom lip as a coquettish glint flashes in those gemstone irises of hers. “Times like this, we might as well make the most of it, huh? And since I have you here now, and the feeling isn’t going away…”

Alone together, hidden away, under the shade of a tree, it’s as if nothing else in the world matters at that moment. Sakura plants her knees against the grass below, maintaining eye contact the whole time, and uses both hands now to slowly pull apart the knot at the top of her shirt and slip it loose. Soon enough it becomes clear what Sakura’s intentions are, as she works at your zipper with her dainty fingers. Your gaze travels to that delicate neckline of hers, framed so exquisitely by a few loose strands of fair hair which lay against her porcelain skin, and the edge of a plain white brassiere which peeks out above the falling shirt.

“Here? Now? Kkura…”

“I want it. I want you, right now. Besides… isn’t there something sexy about this?” Sakura flashes you another quick grin before shifting her hand into your pants. Her touch is tender and sends a rush of chills through every vein in your body as she grips the tip of your cock with two slender digits. “It’s been weeks and I’ll be quick about it, promise.”

She has all the look of an eager kitten about her, and she already has your cock hardening and sensitive between her fingertips, but you can’t just do it out here in public. “Sakura, wait a moment… somebody could pass through the area. A jogger, somebody walking their dog, or maybe even—”

She purses her lips and takes you into them with the finesse only she can exhibit. The silken wet warmth which enwraps the crown of your erection as it passes into her mouth and across her tongue causes every rational thought and inhibition to come crashing down around you. There’s only the feeling of Sakura, the way her touch leaves a pleasant sting against your skin, the way she goes so enthusiastically at sucking your cock as if it was candy, and that angelic expression which always drives you wild as the cock in her throat causes her eyes to water.

“Jesus, Kkura.” You let out a weak, shallow gasp, which only excites the petite idol further. Her fingernails dig into your legs as she works at sucking you faster and harder. She’s stroking you at the base and licking you at the tip, letting the occasional whine leave her throat. “You’re too good at this.”

She pulls back with a kiss on your tip, now rubbing your whole length inside her fist, “If I’m so good, then surely, you don’t want me to stop, do you?” Sakura flashes that irresistible smile of hers again. “Not until you cum in my throat, just like last time.”

And she’s so perfectly right while doing something so unbelievably wrong. You’re soon to realise that the only way out of this dangerous situation is to finish in her, the consequences be damned. You’d be an idiot to waste the opportunity.

“You’re so bad,” you whisper down to your girlfriend.

“Only for you,” Sakura says before enveloping her mouth around your cock once more. This time, though, she makes no delay in the rhythmic sucking. Her hand joins with her lips as her head moves to and fro, swallowing you whole as she stares deep into your soul with those enticing eyes of hers, full of lust, admiration and complete infatuation. It feels amazing, better than ever, as the sensation of an orgasm comes closer.

“Ah, fuck,” you let out quietly as her sucking grows tighter. She must have sensed how close you are because her movement speeds up once more. The sounds become vulgar as her wet lips run against your bare skin, and she’s not making any attempt to hide how loudly she’s enjoying sucking your cock. But you can barely keep your thoughts together any longer—

“Fuck, Kkura,” you gasp as she sinks right against you, pushing her nose against your stomach, and your tip pushes against the tightness of her throat. That’s enough to finish you.

Sakura hums a content tone while milking your cock dry, still jerking at the base as you spill hot cum into her. She swirls her tongue around and around to collect everything you give her while wearing an absolutely delighted expression. Even after the sensation begins to fade away, she keeps sucking, as if she’s determined to make sure you’re totally drained. Eventually, though, she slows to a halt, pulls her lips away from you and raises to your eye level once again. “Mmh, sorry,” Sakura purrs, wiping a stray tear away from her eye, “I just love making you cum in my throat. And today, well, I really didn’t want to miss a single drop.”

“What the hell was that?” you ask, while buckling up your trousers and while Sakura is refitting her shirt over her shoulders.

“That was a reminder. A reminder of how good I can be for your pleasure. I don’t know how you can stand that same old routine, going weeks without touching me, without being tempted to bend me over, or push me against a wall, or something.”

“I think about it more than you know.”

“Do you, now?” Sakura’s cheeks turn rosy. “All the time? Maybe you should just start using me then. Take me whenever you want to.”

“Kkura, I can’t just do that.”

Sakura takes hold of the collar of your shirt, pulling herself against you, letting a deep, confident moan roll off her tongue, “Yes you can. I want you to. Just imagine me at your mercy. Me getting so wet at the mere sight of you, without you needing to move a finger, just because I know that at any moment, as soon as we’re alone, you could just take me and satisfy yourself.”

Your body, like it knows your filthy thoughts, reacts accordingly. Your cock throbs back to life and twitches as you recall the last few moments of watching her kneeling below you. You think of all the possibilities that you will face. All the ways that you will just pull her aside and fuck her without inhibition.

“Oh,” Sakura giggles and gasps, feeling it press against her. “Someone’s up for it. What a shame we have somewhere to be. Because you know,” she brings herself into a sultry whisper as she runs her hand through your hair, “I would do anything for you. Anything.” She punctuates each syllable when she repeats it. “Anything.”

Then like the flick of the switch, Sakura goes back to a sweet and innocent smile, pulling your hand in the encouragement of continuing your walk as if nothing happened. As if your head isn’t fucking spinning from the words she just said. Mind spiralling into every possible kink and fantasy she may let you indulge in.

***

It took Sakura all of five minutes to convince you that on her day off you should take her for some fast food. See, all the dieticians in the world couldn’t have warned her off of her craving that morning, so as soon as the manager said she was free to go, she was hounding you to take her. Of course, it was inevitable that you would end up here, sitting across from one another in the restaurant.

“You know, we’ve never really had a real date. You know, fancy restaurant, wine, candlelit dinner.”

You reply with a laugh and then recall a memory, “There was that one time when we tried to have a real first date, and then you got recognised and we had to do the whole fake vlog thing and I had to pretend to be just your manager. Guess that doesn’t really count. Or at least it was very quickly cut short.”

“Definitely didn’t count! Even if we did end up back in a hotel room, I had to spend the whole ‘date’ pretending to talk into a camera until those fans left.” Sakura leans across and reaches for your hand. “It’s kind of funny, the lengths we have to go to get some alone time, isn’t it? ”

It’s been about ten minutes since you both finished eating, now you’re just sharing a pair of milkshakes, hers, strawberry and yours, vanilla.

“Good thing about being outside of Korea, not so many people will recognise me,” Sakura adds, leaning back again to prop her feet up on the empty chair beside you.

She looks good, casually dressed with a white oversized jacket on top of a black-on-black, tank-top cargo-pants combo. With her face devoid of make-up, just a faint lipstick tint on her plump pink lips, she has that perfectly messy 'messy’ and wind-blown, natural wavy hair thing going on.

And there’s a thought that creeps into your mind. Just sneaks in around the back and by the time it makes itself known, it’s already deep in your mind. Just a few days ago, Sakura told you that anytime, anywhere, anyhow you could just have her. Use her. Make her yours. Fuck.

“What are you thinking about? Your eyes are all glaze-y,” Sakura asks, cocking an eyebrow.

You say nothing but put a hand on her leg, giving it a gentle squeeze. Sakura giggles, shakes her head, and flashes a wry smile.

You stand up and extend your arm outwards, offering your hand, “Come on.”

Sakura looks back and forth between you and her drink and back again, a befuddled smile and look in her eye. “What’s up?”

You reach down and take her hand without saying a word, encouraging her to slide off her seat. She follows and remains silent, asking questions with her expression, and following you without hesitation. You’re headed straight to the bathroom, and your girlfriend still has no idea where you’re going or why.

The disabled one is unlocked, good. With a twist of the lock and click of the handle, the two of you are locked in together, and then it starts to click in her mind. Especially when you turn her around and push her against the door. Her pupils are big and her breathing gets heavier, and more uneven, her face heating up under her rosy cheeks.

“Oh, god,” Sakura whispers.

She stays there, flush against the door and allows you to have your way with her body. You pull the jacket from her shoulders and pile it on the floor before tracing your fingers down her spine and over her ass, groping her as you continue to search her figure. She breathes fast, impatient and greedy as you hook your hands on the waistband of her pants and tug them off along with her underwear, exposing her little, pert ass.