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When you and your friends decided to take a vacation to Bali that August, you never expected to run into your favorite K-Pop idol of all time. You expected it to be a totally normal vacation: lots of drinking, a couple drugs here and there, and great food for every meal. Nothing too fancy, nothing too complicated. Your expectations weren’t that high for the trip. You didn’t expect to meet anyone special. You didn’t expect to run into anyone notable, aside from maybe an intoxicated hookup in a club. And you never expected to meet someone that would change your life forever.
Especially considering the way everything went down.
It happened on your third day in Bali, just after a night of drinking, when all of your friends were still passed out in the hotel room. Despite the early hour, it was already pretty hot out. Aside from you and a handful of other people, the rooftop pool was almost entirely deserted. You’re not sure what compelled you to go up there so early in the morning - or what possessed you to grab a margarita at eight in the morning - but you decided that, since you’re on vacation, you might as well indulge a bit. Plus, the best cure for a hangover was more alcohol, right?
So you sit quietly by the pool, listening to music and enjoying the sun before it becomes unbearable in a couple hours. You’re not paying much attention to the handful of people passing you by until you notice a girl in a sky blue bikini; her perky behind and jaunty hips practically demand your attention as she struts by. You look up, expecting to be disappointed by the bare glimpse you’d received earlier, but as she turns around to step into the pool, your breath catches in your chest.
You’d recognize that heart-shaped face and slim, hourglass-shaped body anywhere. It’s Kim Yerim. The Kim Yerim. Her auburn hair is soaked from the pool water, cascading over the stark outlines of her collarbones, splayed out across her shoulders in a way that seems both casual and purposeful at the same time. Though you’ve seen countless photos of her online, you’ve never seen this much of the idol before. The bikini she’s wearing is relatively modest in terms of swimsuits, but her well-pronounced cleavage and delectable hips make the outfit stand out like a peacock in a room full of pigeons. Hell, she might as well have been wearing nothing at all. You certainly wouldn’t have minded that.
You feel yourself growing stiff beneath your swim trunks as you watch her hanging around the pool. Splashing in the water, striding along the poolside with a subtle confidence that’s impossible not to appreciate. Yes, her body is extremely hot on its own, but combined with the way she carries herself, it’s nearly enough to make you drool.
So you take a seat on a nearby pool chair, one that’s close by, taking out your phone so that you can get a few pictures of the idol. It feels creepy, sure, but how many other chances are you going to get like this? It’s not like you’re going to post them publicly or anything. They’ll just be for your… personal use. As long as no one finds out or sees you, it’s totally fine.
Though many of the photos you manage to get are blurred by movement, with the right angles and zoom, you’re able to snap a couple of keepers. Namely, three crystal-clear pictures of Yeri’s gorgeous tummy, a photo of her tits dripping with pool water, and even a video of her bikini-clad ass as she walks by. More than enough material for you to utilize in the hotel bathroom later this morning.
But, admittedly, you get a little greedy. Emboldened by the heat between your legs, struck dumb by the flames of your own biology, you fly too close to the sun. You creep forward a bit, pretending to stare out over the edge of the building. The real view you’re admiring, however, is one that’s far more enticing, one that you’re almost able to get perfect pictures of. That is, of course, Yeri’s cleavage. If you could just get a little bit closer-
A few feet down from you, Yerim turns and glares at you. Its a glare so powerful that your blood runs cold, and you fear you’re about to piss your pants right there.
“What are you doing?”
Her loud, accusatory tone makes you jump, surprising you so much that you drop your phone. It clatters to the ground, and though it’s protected by its case, despair grips you like a vice, preventing you from moving. Rooting you to the spot as Yerim marches up to you, swiftly bending over to sweep your phone into her palm. It’s still unlocked, and a zoomed-in picture of her wet cleavage is on full, damning display on the screen.
Without a word, Yerim looks up at you, cocking an eyebrow. Her expression is unreadable otherwise, blank and contemplative. Even though you know you’re about to be boned, you can’t help but note just how perfect her features are. You feel your face growing unbearably warm, and it’s impossible to look her directly in the eye.
“I… Okay, so, I can explain…” you stammer, mostly just to fill the silence. The vague outline of a lie drifts through your panicked head. Something about being a media photographer, maybe? But all that manages to come out is:
“I’m just your biggest fan ever, and I just wanted a picture.”
Yerim’s terrifyingly flat expression shifts, her lips curving slightly, her eyes traveling up and down your body. Sizing you up. For a second she pauses, and you can practically feel the gears turning in her head as she decides what to do with you. The suspense is terrible, and you’re wondering whether you should just run away when she finally speaks.
“Come.” she commands, spinning around, whipping you with the ends of her hair as she trots her way to the pool.
In a daze, you stow your phone in your backpack and do as you’re told. Your heart hammers madly against your breastbone; you have no clue what’s going to happen next. All you know is that you’ve been caught, and all hopes of talking your way out of the situation are gone. The best you can do now is damage control. Which, apparently, involves going for a swim with Kim Yerim.
The mysterious idol beckons you into the water after her, walking lazily along as if nothing was wrong at all. You join her without question, getting about halfway into the pool before she turns to you. Yeri’s still wearing that smirk as she dunks beneath the water, momentarily submerging her entire upper body. When she stands straight again, her cleavage is covered in rolling rivulets of water, along with her tender neck and supple arms. After a quick look around, she reaches behind herself.
You stand there, unmoving as the sky blue bikini falls from her chest, falling to the water where it drifts on the tiny waves created by Yerim’s movement. For a moment her bare chest is on full display before you. Her chestnut nipples are much larger than you imagined them to be, but they’re perfect nonetheless, set within the pale, heavy forms of her breasts. Her skin glistens in the sun, flawless and milky and dripping with moisture.
“I don’t normally do this,” Yeri said, sinking down in the water, hiding herself up to her neck. “But since you’re my self-proclaimed biggest fan, I think you deserve a treat.”
Yerim wades her way over, her pretty lips parted in a toothy, mischievous smile as she giggles in embarrassment. She’s blushing furiously, and the laughter that escapes her sounds barely contained. It’s obvious that she knows how dangerous what she’s doing is; you can only imagine the national scandal that would ensue if topless pictures of her were to leak.
“You wanna feel them?” Yerim asks, standing so that you’re face to face, so that her naked chest is almost close enough to touch you. “Go ahead, biggest fan .”
Knowing that you have little time to spare, you work on autopilot, reaching up and taking greedy handfuls of the idols’ breasts. You knead them between your palms, shocked at how firm and perky they are. Yerim cranes her neck back and shivers as your thumbs press against the hard nubs of her nipples, and you lean forward in an attempt to kiss her.
Yerim turns her head away, however, putting on that same smirk as before. “Nope. I don’t kiss fans. Regardless of how hot they are.”
Your heart does a miniature backflip at that, and though you feel somewhat dejected, you know you’ll remember that compliment forever.
“But, you can do something else instead,” Yerim’s hand presses to the back of your head, and you follow her lead without a single complaint. Moving downward, opening your mouth and capturing her left nipple in your mouth. “That’s a good boy.”
Yeri’s fingers clutch at your head as your tongue lashes her nipple, as you alternate between each of her gorgeous tits, kissing and biting and sucking them to your heart’s content. On several occasions, Yerim shushes you, warning you not to make too much noise, but how can you not? Your heart runs wild in your chest, threatening to practically burst, and your cock is unbearably hard. You so badly want her to touch you, but you don’t want to push it. You’ve already gotten away with far more than you should have.
“We can’t do this here,” she whispers as you wrap your arms around her hips, carefully tugging at the waistband of her bikini bottom. “The water’s not enough to hide us.”
Yerim pulls away, using her palms to cover her exposed chest. Between her fingers you can see the lasting marks of your love bites, and that only turns you on more. She looks around frantically, then turns and hurries to the side of the pool, climbing out and gesturing to her left.
“Get my top and meet me in the bathroom.” she says, tiptoeing away at a brisk jog that’s almost a run.
You do as she asks, grabbing her bikini top and stuffing it into your pocket. It doesn’t fit entirely, of course, hanging out and flopping behind as you hurry after Yerim. There are a thousand thoughts in your head, then, but none are nearly as important as your destination: the public restroom located at the corner of the rooftop.
You round the corner to enter the bathrooms, catching a glimpse of Yeri as she pulls the stall door open. The last thing you see before she vanishes inside is a stretch of bare thigh, along with the unloosened tail of her bikini bottom. It’s enough to nearly make your heart stop, but you refuse to give in to your own anxious paralysis. You couldn’t die right now; Kim fucking Yerim was in that stall, presumably naked, waiting for you. You sprint after her, yanking the door shut as you enter the stall.
There, in that tiny space that smells of overapplied fragrance and urinal cakes, you’re met with Kim Yerim’s nude body. It’s even more magnificent than you imagined it. Though her toned abs, flared hips, and striated thighs are all lovely, you can only focus on one thing: the pink slit between her legs. Apparently she has a similar thought, because before you can do or say anything, she’s frantically untying the string to your swim trunks, practically tearing them off your body. Your erect cock springs upward, pointing directly at Yerim.
“You’re big,” Yerim whispers, her smile growing as she begins stroking your exposed cock. You feel your knees weakening immediately; your body is a slave to her motions, and you fear that you’re already close to cumming. “Excited?”
“V-very,” you manage to stammer out. Thankfully her strokes are slow, allowing you at least some room to prevent yourself from finishing right there. You want to say something sexy, but you come up short once again. “Holy fuck, you’re so hot.”
Yerim lets out a cackle, then uses her open hand to play with your nipples. Nerve-tingling sparks flutter all throughout your body, stimulation that makes you shudder and grunt as she teases you. Effortfully, you reach forward and capture her breast in your palm again. Then, as you fondle her nipple, you use your other hand to part her legs slightly. Your fingers move upward, then back and forth, stroking the silky softness between her thighs. To your shock, she’s absolutely soaking. Judging by the stickiness of the residue on your fingers, it isn’t from the pool water.
“You’re probably wondering why I didn’t just call the resort staff on you,” Yerim says, leaning against your chest, rubbing the head of your cock against the inside of her thigh. “The truth is, I haven’t gotten laid since I came here. Can you believe that?”
You have no idea how to respond to that, so instead you answer by slipping a finger between her wet lips. She’s amazingly tight, with walls that clench in time to the rhythm of her rocking hips.
“Oh, shit ,” Yerim hisses, squeezing on the head of your cock at the apex of her strokes, making you bite your lip in an effort not to moan. “Honestly, I just… I just really need some dick right now. And it seems like you’re more than willing to help me.”
“Yeah,” you say desperately, probing deeper inside her, listening to her hitching, whining gasps. “Definitely more than willing.”
Yerim presses harder against you as your thumb finds the tiny, pearl-like form of her clit. You rub in slow circles, timing it so that each peak matches with your finger brushing against the rough spot just inside her pussy.
“Then hurry up and fuck me. We don’t have all day.”
Without warning, Yerim pulls away from you and spins around. She grabs onto the sink nearby, and in the mirror you can see her staring at you intently, her adorable eyes filled with ardour and heat. You don’t spend too long returning that gaze, however, as you’re too preoccupied with her arched back and perky glutes. For a moment you freeze, totally taken aback by the idea that Yeri is presenting herself to you like this. As you watch, she reaches back and begins to play with her own pussy, spreading her lips, flashing the tiny hole between them, teasing its tightness.
“What are you waiting for, oppa?” Yeri asks sweetly, massaging her tits with her other hand. “Fill me up with that big, hard cock. I’m begging you.”
With sweat prickling at your temples and armpits, you grab your cock by its base and position yourself behind her. Yeri reaches back and spreads her cheeks to give you more room to work with. That turns out to be entirely necessary, as her pussy is just as tight as you’d imagined, so much so that it’s actually difficult to get the head of your cock in. You slip out twice, and you can feel your hands shaking with nervousness as you pray that she doesn’t get too impatient.
But, as it turns out, it’s the exact opposite; instead of giving up, Yerim takes hold of your cock for you. Working together, you’re able to slide it in with relative ease. You clench hard as her slick walls flex against your cock. Yerim returns to gripping the sink, shutting her eyes and biting down on her lower lip as the rest of your cock enters her. You lean backward slightly, starting with careful, controlled thrusts, easing both her and yourself in.
Initially, you focus on going as deep as possible, angling in various ways to see what Yerim enjoys best. You savor every second of it, groping at her tits and stroking the smooth flesh of her back as you fuck her from behind, giving the occasional slap in order to watch her pliable cheeks jiggle. Though it’s slow, you still feel the constant thrum of an approaching orgasm, and it takes a considerable amount of your willpower to hold back. Yerim keeps her moans under control at first, merely humming against her closed lips, though as you increase your speed, you can tell her restraint isn’t going to last long. Indeed, when you bend over and wrap your arms around her, she lets out a gasp. It’s quiet, for now, so you continue thrusting, still just as deep as earlier, but with increased speed. The smack of your hips against her ass fills the bathroom. You press your face to the back of her neck, against the cold, wet sheet of hair that lays there. She smells like chlorine and strawberries, a combination that you know is only attractive because she’s the one carrying it.
“Harder, oppa,” Yerim whispers, each word stuttered by your thrusts as she lays a hand on your ass, gripping it so tightly that it almost hurts. “Fuck me harder!”
Gladly, you oblige. Harsh grunts exhale from your lips, sweat staining your brow as you begin hammering her in full. The sharp noise of flesh hitting flesh starts to become drowned out by Yerim’s whimpering, pleading moans. She tries desperately to hold them back, but she’s lost all of her control now. Yerim moans shamelessly, echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom and filling your ears like the chorus of an angel. You catch a few glimpses of her in the mirror, and she’s absolutely immaculate. Her pixie-like face has shifted from pink to crimson. Her plump lips are parted, her tongue sticking out ever so slightly as she pants like a dog in heat. Her entire body shakes from the momentum of your thrusting. Her pussy flexes hard as she backs her ass into you, matching your pace, creating a wonderful synchrony that brings a mighty, lurching heat into your loins. You try to deny it, try to lean backward again in order to slow your thrusts, but it’s inevitable. Your body outright refuses to obey you. In fact, you only move your hips faster, spreading your legs as much as you can, maximizing your speed. Your thrusts become shallow, sacrificing depth for speed, sending you careening into a terminal, explosive finale.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you moan, pressing your face to her shoulder, feeling a visceral resentment for her no kissing rule. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”
“Do it, oppa,” Yerim commands through gritted teeth, barely able to speak as your cock ravages her. “Cum inside me!”
And just like that, you do. You erupt just inside Yerim’s pussy, pouring out what you think is probably the biggest load you’ve ever shot in your life. Grabbing her hard with your hands, crying out in tandem with her as you continue to thrust for several protracted, heavenly moments. You’re unable to continue from there, as every one of your muscles have grown weak, suffused with orgasmal hormones and exhaustion. Yerim backs her ass into your several times, making you gasp, forcing you to clutch her as you nearly collapse from the sheer stimulation. It feels like your every nerve is firing at a thousand percent, and it’s actually somewhat of a relief when she ceases her movements.
When you pull out, a string of your cum remains on your head as you hold onto the toilet tank for support. Yeri is still slumped against the sink, the skin around her pussy red from the absolute pounding you’ve just given her. Semen leaks freely from between her lips, dripping onto the bathroom floor in a puddle of pearly white.
Still panting, Yerim turns and - to your surprise - pulls her bikini bottom on, cum-filled pussy and all. She then extends a hand to you, and you stare at her palm, your brain refusing to work.
“My bikini top,” she says, pushing her hair back from her forehead and pointing at the ground. “You still have it.”
Blinking, you look down at your shorts, which are still around your ankles. Hanging from your pocket is her top. You bend down to grab it, moving with all the vigor and briskness of a crippled sloth, still afraid that you could pass out at any second.
Yerim takes it from your hand without a word, then walks toward the door and peeks outside. You aren’t able to see anything out there, but apparently the coast is clear, because she begins to put her top back on.
“I’ll go jump in the pool to clean up,” Yerim says nonchalantly, barely looking at you. “Don’t come up to me, don’t talk to me, don’t act like we know each other at all. Or I’ll tell the resort staff you tried to grope me.”
Though you’re still reeling in the orgasm’s afterglow, her words still hurt a little. You suppose it’s hard to blame her, as she did catch you taking unsolicited photos of her in swimsuit.
Having finished redressing herself, Yerim looked mostly normal. There was still the blush in her cheeks, and her chest continued to heave up and down with breathlessness, but those were minor. No one would notice such small details.
“Your phone is outside, right? In your backpack?” she asks, walking toward the door. “What’s your passcode?”
You give her the code without protest, thinking that she must want to delete the photos before you can post them.
“Good. I’ll save my number under ‘Katie’. If you’re free tonight, we should do this again. Text me any time after ten.”
Without another word - or even a moment of pause - Yerim leaves. The bathroom door slowly shuts behind her, leaving you crouched on the floor with a filthy cock, a chest full of butterflies, and a mind overflowing with questions.