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Yoonchae’s least favorite activity to play is peek-a-boo. One moment she’s resting and doing just fine then the next moment, it’s up and ready to see who can catch a glimpse of it first. She’ll hide it away and run off to take care of it—gross to think of, but Yoonchae’s high libido doesn’t let her dwell on embarrassment much.
One of the more annoying factors that triggers a game of mouse and snap trap are women. Women aren’t annoying per se but their attractiveness and sexy, confident attitude is what irritates Yoonchae the most into shameless submission. As the group developed and gained the courage to be more seductive along with the new frequent additions of backup dancers, Yoonchae’s personal hell got even worse.
Especially with Megan.
Megan likes to touch and touch and it drives Yoonchae mad. A sneaky hand trailing all over her thigh under the table during interviews, or a finger grazing her stomach that causes her to jerk back like she was in pain. Yoonchae absolutely hated that she loved it.
Yoonchae hasn't told anybody that weren’t the stylists and the choreographers about the situation in her pants. Sohey looked shocked and Grant was just about halfway from fainting. But they made it work and Yoonchae was spared from any suggestive moves that might show an outline.
But rehearsal was where she’ll either manage to keep it hidden or die trying.
Practice was getting significantly grueling. Yoonchae’s legs feel like it’ll fall off any minute now, and her arms are tired from making helicopter motions above her head.
We practiced this song so many times, Yoonchae thought. I can do this blindfolded and asleep.
Sohey decided to move on to M.I.A and Yoonchae internally groaned. She dreads the outro. As much as she loves performing the song, M.I.A was one of the songs she can go without ever uttering a word about. It wasn’t the lyrics, it wasn’t the vibe. It was the way Manon and Lara grinded on each other that always pestered her thoughts, accompanied by Lara running her hand down Megan’s stomach on tour—Yoonchae shakes her head to get rid of the mess in her head.
The first part went somewhat smoothly. Way too smoothly. Yoonchae wanted to doubt how perfect it was that no one was rubbing up on each other and no one was rubbing up on her.
Then, Megan’s hand got too sly. They changed positions and Megan’s hand found her stomach—just a centimeter from her v-line, right where she was most sensitive. Yoonchae made a small, choked noise as her stomach instinctively sucked in to prevent itself from being touched again. She heard Megan stifle a laugh beside her and she wanted to scream at her, to tell her to knock it off, but the center of her pants started to tighten like someone was putting stuffing inside. Yoonchae purposely fumbled a move that made everyone stop and Grant had to pause the music. She glanced up and gave them the look that meant she needed a break.
“I see we’re all tired,” Sohey said while staring right at Yoonchae, his hands clasped together. “Let’s take fifteen.”
Finally, Yoonchae sighed inside her head. She gripped onto the hem of her shirt and pulled them down just enough to cover the growing bulge but not enough to raise suspicion. She rushed over to the couch and sat down, grabbing the nearest throw pillow to cover her lap.
It’ll go away soon. It always will.
The girls went their separate ways to spend their break time. They’re either laying on the floor (Manon and Lara) or rehydrating themselves (Sophia and Daniela). Fifteen is just enough time for Yoonchae to forget about it and calm the situation.
One, two, three, four… Yoonchae did a head count and only got up to four, excluding herself. One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four—Megan was missing. Yoonchae then looked around the practice room, only to lock eyes with Megan who had been staring at her the whole time.
There was a look in Megan’s eyes that was identical to teasing, like Megan knows her biggest secret and will throw her under the bus to the other girls right then and there. Yoonchae swallowed her nervousness as Megan started to approach slowly, leisurely. All the time in the world put into her steps as she got closer.
Megan’s eyes never left Yoonchae’s, not even once to check if anyone was watching, and Yoonchae felt the need to keep staring and hold her gaze. It was a bit profound how a spark of electricity could be visible between them if someone looked hard enough. Megan’s eyes were one of Yoonchae’s favorite things about her. So expressive and doe, yet they held dangerous intentions behind the honey brown irises.
Her hands were behind her back as she got closer and closer and Yoonchae could combust from the building tension just from eye contact alone. “What’s up with you?” Megan asked quietly as she finally approached. “So tense.”
Yoonchae’s grip on the pillow tightened as Megan sat down beside her, her breath hitching as Megan instinctively leaned into her side, their shoulders pressed against each other’s.
“Nothing’s up.” A lie. Her dick’s up.
Megan turned her head to get a good look at Yoonchae—a really good look—past the beauty and physical features, she wanted to see what’s inside Yoonchae’s head through her eyes. See her feelings, see her thoughts. Whatever is translatable is enough. Yoonchae, already flustered, turned her head away.
“You don’t even want to look at me.” Megan playfully pouted. Yoonchae thought it would be over. The teasing, the taunting, the stare down. Until Megan made the first move.
Megan grabbed hold of the pillow and tossed it aside before replacing it with herself on Yoonchae’s lap. Yoonchae immediately stiffened as she was too shocked to react at first. Megan didn’t see the bulge because she had moved too quickly but that wasn’t what Yoonchae was most worried about. She was worried about the high possibility of Megan feeling the bulge.
“Megan—Get off—“ Yoonchae stammered. Her hands held Megan’s hips to push her off but it had been too late. Megan shifted her hips to make herself more comfortable which resulted in accidental grinding that made Yoonchae bite her lip in order to keep quiet.
“I think your phone is poking me.”
“That’s… not my phone,” Yoonchae’s whisper was so muffled that Megan had barely made out what she said. Megan moved again and Yoonchae had to fully wrap her arms around her waist to keep her still. She buried her face into Megan’s back, her lips grazing Megan’s skin as she dragged them up to just below her neck.
Megan’s skin tingled and stung from the slight sensation of Yoonchae’s teeth when she opened her mouth to gently bite down on the fabric of Megan’s shirt. “Please… Don’t move…” Yoonchae begs into her back. Megan can feel every breath Yoonchae exhales and it’s driving her nuts.
“Wait, Yoonchae—“
“Baby, please don’t move.” Despite the muffled voice, Yoonchae’s tone came out shaky, the neediness raw in her throat. A hand snaked under Megan’s shirt. Cold fingers burned into Megan’s warm skin as Yoonchae fully splayed her hand out on her stomach. “You’re so hot…”
Megan was starting to understand now. Just a bit, but it was coming to her slowly. She pieced the puzzles together and was at most confused by the end product, yet there was a small hint of amusement bubbling inside her chest. Yoonchae was desperate and at the mercy of her hands and—holy hell, what a dream come true.
She took the initiative to roll her hips in a circle and Yoonchae whimpered in her ear—actually whimpered—and the bulge felt even more prominent now. Yoonchae was a panting mess behind Megan, pressing her forehead deeper into Megan’s back and hoping she’ll disappear in that moment. Yoonchae’s chest heaved rapidly as she tried her best to not make any loud noise.
“Want me to keep going?” Megan whispered. Yoonchae mumbled a response but it was barely audible due to how incoherent it is. “I can’t hear you. Use your words.”
“K–Keep going,” Yoonchae stuttered. “Please keep going…”
“Be a good boy and go out to your car.” Megan got up from Yoonchae’s lap and unzipped her jacket, giving it so the younger can cover the bulge. Yoonchae didn’t process the sneaky pet name. “I’ll help you.”
Yoonchae hurriedly stood and rushed out of the studio. The jacket was held close to hide her secret. She’ll have to come clean eventually but this was the least ethical way of confessing it. Megan made a small excuse of Yoonchae feeling sick to the girls and spared the choreographers from any unnecessary details.
In Yoonchae’s car, Yoonchae was already in the backseat, posture slumped against the black leather cushioning as her cock throbbed in her boxers. The more she waited, the more painful it got but it was an addictive kind of pain. Yoonchae can’t describe it well enough with how clouded her mind is with lustful thoughts.
The door suddenly swung open with Megan climbing in before it quickly got shut, then next thing Yoonchae knew, Megan was in her lap again, facing her this time. It was dark outside as their abnormal schedule for the day made them rehearse at night. The only source of lighting was the streetlight near Yoonchae’s parked car.
“How long has this been a secret?” was the first thing Megan asked. Yoonchae hesitated to answer but once she felt Megan’s hand cup her cheek, she spilled the truth.
“Since birth, I guess. It wasn’t normal so I didn’t say anything. I told Sohey and Grant and the stylists and—” Yoonchae was cut off with a sudden kiss from Megan but she didn’t mind it. She returned the kiss with the same fervor, if not more.
The kiss was sloppy and frantic but it was just perfect for Yoonchae. Her lips moved messily with Megan’s after holding back everything for so long. The heat from their breaths mixing started to fog up Yoonchae’s glasses so she pulled back to take them off but her hand was smacked away. “Keep them on,” Megan demanded.
“Yes, ma’am,” Yoonchae responded before capturing her lips again. She grinned against Megan’s lips when the latter was unable to keep up with her speed so, one smack to the arm later, they softened the kiss to a gentler pace. Megan’s fingers tangled in Yoonchae’s nape while Yoonchae pulled Megan even closer on her lap.
Yoonchae’s fingers twitched on Megan’s hips like she wanted to move her but she didn’t have to ask. Megan started to move on her own. It started gradual, almost hesitant, just lifting her hips a centimeter off of Yoonchae’s lap before dropping back down. Yoonchae grunted into Megan’s mouth from the action.
Megan pulled back and something glistened just under her eye. She glanced down to see a string of saliva connecting her lips to Yoonchae’s. The angle of the streetlight barely landed on Yoonchae’s neck, highlighting her Adam's apple. Her face was starting to become more visible to Megan’s eyes as she adjusted to the darkness. Yoonchae looked even more stunning in this position.
Yoonchae’s eyes were soft yet there was an underlying look of want. “I’ve always dreamt of doing this.” Yoonchae admitted as her hands roamed Megan’s sides, fingers spanning from Megan’s stomach to her back then up underneath her shirt. “You’re so beautiful. You’ve always been beautiful to me.”
“You’re just talking to talk, aren’t you?” Megan laughed. Yoonchae shook her head. “Sweet talker. Show me how beautiful I am.”
Yoonchae’s lips broke into a small smile at Megan’s words and leaned up to kiss her again. Megan slowly wrapped her arms around Yoonchae’s neck to pull her impossibly closer as if the lack of space already between them was still too much. The kiss deepened when Megan tilted her head to the other side. She was making Yoonchae keep up with her now. Follow her pace or break the kiss. As less experienced as Yoonchae was when it came to this, she was a fast learner and, unfortunately, a stubborn little dog.
“You’re going too fast,” Yoonchae whispered against Megan’s lips.
“Keep up.”
Megan started to grind down on Yoonchae’s bulge again. Her shorts were so thin that she felt the head of Yoonchae’s cock pressing against her clit, resulting in Megan hissing away from the kiss. “You lose,” Yoonchae teased. Megan rolled her eyes but her smile contradicted the seemingly annoyed expression.
“You want a cookie for that?”
“Want your cookie.”
Megan burst out into a small fit of laughter at utter disbelief of Yoonchae’s reply. “Ew, did you learn that on TikTok?”
“Maybe.” Yoonchae shrugged, dragging out the ‘A’. “Let’s just kiss and forget I said that.”
Megan agreed and kissed her again, and again, and again, until they were back to their messy pace. Yoonchae felt her body tipping to the side and before she knew it, she had toppled over onto the backseat row. Megan was now on top of her, lips still locked, and definitely pressing even more on her crotch. The sound of their lips smacking was lewd enough for Yoonchae to rut her hips up and try to create friction between their bodies.
Yoonchae parted her lips just enough for Megan’s tongue to enter without trouble. It was clear Yoonchae was letting Megan take control as her kissing capabilities might not hold up to Megan’s expectations, though she was quick to move her tongue against Megan’s, swapping spit so messily.
“Megan…” Yoonchae whined. The older hummed into her mouth while one hand trailed down Yoonchae’s body, all the way to her bulge before palming it. It twitched and ached under her touch as she massaged it. Yoonchae let out a stuttering moan when she felt Megan’s hand rubbing her through her pants.
“You’re so hard.” Megan added, “All for me?”
“Mm—Yes… All for y-you…” Yoonchae whined. Megan broke the kiss once more to straighten up. Yoonchae looks gorgeous underneath her, and it pains her that she found out so late. “It started because of you, actually…”
“I figured.” Megan started to untie Yoonchae’s sweatpants, taking her sweet time with every loop and pull. Yoonchae’s bottom lip pursed into a small pout that Megan wanted to kiss off so badly. “Be patient.” Megan finally untied the strings and pulled down Yoonchae’s pants. “Cute boxers,” she commented when she saw the printed cartoon characters on the garment.
“Right? I got it half off.”
“What about a hundred percent off?” Megan asked, pulling at the waistband then letting go so the fabric slaps against Yoonchae’s skin like a ruler to the hand. The younger let out a choked cry when it landed, her eyes squeezing shut as she let the sting fade away.
“Stop, I’m shy,” Yoonchae said with a light, shaky tone after. Megan chuckled before tugging down the boxers. Yoonchae’s cock sprang up as soon as the waistband slipped past and it was just as pretty as Megan had imagined it to be. It was way beyond hard with a shining, white bead of precum already leaking out from the slit on the light pink tip. It was girthy—at least to an extent. She’s not exactly huge but she was long. And that was more than enough for Megan.
“Holy shit… You’re big.”
“I… wouldn’t say that.” It was obvious to Megan that Yoonchae was insecure about her size but who cares? Megan was here to make her feel otherwise.
“You’re bigger than a monster can, Chae. I’d say that’s pretty big.” Megan slowly wrapped her fingers around the base of Yoonchae’s cock and stroked upward, causing Yoonchae to let out a desperate sound. “Sensitive too. You’re perfect.” Yoonchae was such a pretty and humble girl who hid every Korean man’s dream in her pants. Megan was getting the best of both worlds.
The weight of Yoonchae’s cock was heavy in her hold but it just made her salivate even more. Megan dragged her hand along the younger’s shaft, slowly pumping and stroking like she was getting rid of any conscious thought in Yoonchae’s head. Enough precum had already coated the cock to the point Megan’s hand was getting so, so sticky with wet, slick sounds filling the car.
“You’re so adorable, baby,” Megan cooed in a mocking tone. It sounded so condescending but Yoonchae was actually into it.
“Ahh…” Yoonchae let out the sluttiest whimper Megan has ever heard and that was just from a handjob alone. Yoonchae cracked one eye open to look at Megan but she squeezed them back shut. It was too much. “This is so embarrassing…”
Megan’s thumb found the underside of her tip and gave it one, firm press, which resulted in Yoonchae whining like a hurt puppy. “Does that hurt, baby?” Megan murmured, the tip of her thumb continuing to rub the underside. Yoonchae’s tongue was shaking as it peeked out from between her pouty lips, her teeth barely biting down to keep herself quiet. “Let me hear you.”
“Mm… fuck, fuck…” Yoonchae’s cute, pitiful cries just turned Megan on more. This girl was really something. Yoonchae was so close to blowing her load when Megan removed her hand. “W-What…”
“I’m not letting you get there so easily.” Megan was having the time of her life playing with Yoonchae. The younger was so needy and obedient, Megan could die from the sheer amount of joy she’s getting from pushing and pulling with Yoonchae’s pleasure. “You wanna be inside?”
Yoonchae eagerly nodded. “Yes, please…”
With the help of Yoonchae and some awkward positions, Megan was able to take off her shorts and underwear. When the clothing came off one by one, cool air from inside the car breezed right over her pussy, providing a shivering feeling as she was already wet from listening to Yoonchae moaning. She moved her hips to line herself up with Yoonchae’s dick and slowly sank down, her pussy swallowing Yoonchae whole. Yoonchae breathed shakily as Megn’s tight walls felt like it was choking the life out of her cock.
The inside of Megan was hot—burning, maybe. Definitely burning. The soft, plush flesh clamped down on Yoonchae just right, squeezing and letting go in sync time like she was being edged. The wetness leaking from Megan’s hole made it easier to slip in but that didn’t mean it was easy overall. “T-Tight… So tight, gahhshit—”
Hot tears started to sting at Megan’s eyes when Yoonchae jutted her hips upward, pushing further into her pussy. The sensation was overwhelming yet pleasurable and Megan felt addicted to the pain like an addict. “You’re… squeezing me so good…” Yoonchae praised. Megan yelped when she finally settled at the base of Yoonchae’s cock, a singular tear rolling down her cheek. Yoonchae wanted to grunt, wanted to moan, wanted and wanted and wanted. But yet, the only thing—or person—she needed was Megan.
The gummy walls were struggling to get adjusted to the penetrating, pulsing and squeezing and throbbing. Eventually, Megan was sure her insides had molded into the shape of Yoonchae’s shaft before she started to rock her hips back and forth. Just slowly at first, at a snail’s pace, to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself. She can feel each and every vein on Yoonchae’s dick drag itself against her velvety walls. Yoonchae was barely holding on to the thinning thread keeping her from the void of coming immediately. She didn’t want Megan to think she was a loser who can’t last but oh, Megan was so tight and warm that it was near a sin to not let go.
Yoonchae finally regained enough control of her body to move her hands, placing them on Megan’s thighs as the latter rode her. Megan splayed her palms on Yoonchae’s abdomen before changing her hip movements from riding to bouncing lightly. Megan wouldn’t have guessed how vocal Yoonchae could be during sex but after she started to move up and down on the younger’s cock, all Yoonchae knew how to do was whimper pathetically. Megan knows she’s working her core to death for pleasure but Yoonchae just felt so good inside her that she didn't mind the burn.
And yet, ignoring such things could only be a temporary bliss. Her thighs were starting to get sore and tremble when she would sink back down due to exhaustion. To think with all the dancing and singing and exercising that she does, her stamina would’ve been better.
Yoonchae noticed the first falter in her pace but didn’t act on it until the third. She took the risk of moving her hands back up to hold Megan’s sides, encircling her arms around her torso as much as she could before leaning up to flip them over in one swift movement. Megan yelped as she got flipped, a small gasp leaving her throat when her back hit the seats. Her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head when Yoonchae nearly fell on top of her, leading to a sudden snap of the hips that caused the tip of Yoonchae’s cock to hit her cervix.
“Ah, shit…” Yoonchae cursed quietly. “I’m sorry… Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” Megan nodded, breathless. “Don’t worry.”
Yoonchae braced a hand on the car door to keep stability as she started to thrust rhythmically into Megan, while the older kept her arms around her neck. Megan was soaked to the point it felt like she was going down a slide at a waterpark. “Gahh, fuck…” Yoonchae whimpered. Yoonchae had her free hand push back Megan’s knees so they can wrap around her waist, allowing her a better, more free angle to fuck Megan.
Megan’s body was so compliant and easy to maneuver that it had Yoonchae in a daze. Her pussy listened to every silent plea Yoonchae’s dick gave and clenched in ways that had Yoonchae in disbelief. She was even enchanted with the way Megan’s tits bounced with each rough thrust that her handsy self had to touch.
Megan’s walls were starting to clench even harder and that’s when Yoonchae knew she was close. The way she was mumbling incoherently and urgently was already enough of a sign. There was a tightening feeling knotting up inside of Yoonchae and she knows she can’t hold it until Megan comes first. But it’s worth trying.
“Megan…” Yoonchae says shakily. “I need—I need to—”
“Can you h-hold it in? Hm? Hold it—” Megan let out a sharp yelp when Yoonchae reached down between their bodies to play with her clit. “Hold it in for mommy, okay? Yeah?…”
Yoonchae’s eyes widened before she nodded vigorously. “Y-Yes, mommy…” Her thumb circled Megan’s clit slowly, a mass contrast to the pace of her thrusts. “Mommy…” She whispered as she kissed Megan. The word was foreign on her tongue but it feels right all at the same time. Yoonchae’s pace stayed steady as she thrusted into Megan’s cunt, every pant and gasp synchronizing with each other’s. Megan’s nails were digging into her back and Yoonchae is sure as hell that blood will be drawn some time soon.
“Inside…” Megan gasped as her lips moved against Yoonchae’s sloppily, and when they pulled away, another string of saliva was connecting their tongues. Drool leaked from the corner of her mouth and down her chin as she blabbered, “Cum inside…”
“W-What?” Yoonchae stammered, her hips wavering before regaining control. “But—wait—“
“Give me your kids… kno–know you wanna–” She was so busy trying to convince Yoonchae to finish inside her that she didn’t notice Yoonchae’s hand moving from her clit to her pelvis—right where Yoonchae’s cock was bulging. Megan hissed loudly when a palm pressed down on her, the sound turning into a guttural moan as Yoonchae pressed even harder.
“Fuuuuuuck…” Megan slurred. It’s borderline pornographic yet Yoonchae thinks it’s the sexiest sound anyone can make, especially when it comes to Megan.
“I can’t.“ Yoonchae shook her head in defiance but she didn’t rest her pace. “What if you get—” A mewl. “—get pregnant?”
“You w-wanna be a good boy? Yeah?” Megan asked, her hand coming up to cup Yoonchae’s face. Yoonchae was stunned at the use of pet names but she nodded anyway, leaning into Megan’s touch without reluctance. “Finish inside…”
Unable to resist Megan’s sweet voice coaxing her into coming, Yoonchae eventually did let go. Her hips stammered as she thrust into Megan one last time before she came. She had to hold herself up, careful to not slouch down on Megan and crush her with her weight. Yoonchae’s cock convulsed as it spurted hot ropes of cum in Megan’s pussy. The way Megan was squeezing her was just milking her for all she’s worth.
Megan didn’t even know she was about to cum until she did. She clamped her thighs hard around Yoonchae’s hips, coating her cock in her fluid. Yoonchae’s load was still spilling deep inside of her womb, staining everything inside white. “Holy shit, Yoonchae…”
They were both heaving by the time Megan had calmed down from her high and Yoonchae’s dick getting soft. When Yoonchae pulled out, the sudden emptiness after feeling full for minutes on end had Megan a little irritable, but it quickly vanished when Yoonchae gently collapsed on top of her.
“Hi…” Yoonchae exhaled, burying her face into the crook of Megan’s neck. Megan laughed quietly and patted Yoonchae on the back rhythmically.
“Hi,” Megan mumbled back.
They laid there for a few minutes, letting their bodies rest and recharge energy. Yoonchae suddenly sucked in a breath before leaning up quickly. “I should clean you up.” She reached over to the front row seats and opened the glove box, nearly tripping over the gap between the rows. “Oh!—I’m fine!”
Megan burst out laughing at Yoonchae’s clumsiness. How can someone be so adorable after ruining her so good?
“Wheneve you’re ready.” Megan assured, “I’ll still be here.”
Yoonchae turned her head back around while still rummaging through the glove box. “I’m glad.” She smiled. She finally reached what she was looking for and pulled back. It was an unopened box of tissues. She steadily opened the box along the cutted lines and pulled out a few pieces. “Open.” She gently patted Megan’s thigh.
An abrupt wave of embarrassment washed over Megan. She wasn’t shy earlier since her mind blocked any logical thoughts, but now that she was post-orgasm and more aware, spreading her legs like this was just a tad bit too much.
“There’s no need to be shy,” Yoonchae chuckled. “Spread ‘em.”
“Ew.” Megan scrunched her face playfully but she still spread her legs. Yoonchae paid all of her attention to cleaning up Megan, wiping away at her inner thighs. While she did so, Megan just watched. Like earlier, but this time, her gaze was softer and quieter in a way. She noticed the few baby hairs atop of Yoonchae’s head sticking up like alien antennas. She noticed the way Yoonchae’s heart shaped lips were slightly pursed as she cleaned up Megan.
“I got your shirt dirty.”
“Hm?” Megan’s thoughts were interrupted by Yoonchae admitting to staining her shirt with cum. “Oh. That’s okay—“
“I have an extra hoodie.” Yoonchae cut in quickly. They both blinked and stared at the other. Megan knows Yoonchae just wanted to see her in her hoodie, and Yoonchae knows Megan wants her to see her wear the hoodie. It’s complicated wording but both parties knew. “I’ll just—“
“Yeah…” Megan nodded. Yoonchae reached behind the backseats and pulled out a backpack, presumably with extra clothes inside. “Why do you have all of these things in here?”
“Is… Is that not normal?” Yoonchae tilted her head in such a puppy-like way, Megan actually got cuteness aggression.
“No, it’s very normal. I just didn’t expect you to be so prepared and stuff.”
Yoonchae dug through the backpack and pulled out a navy blue hoodie. It still smelt fresh with a hint of lavender and Megan wonders what Yoonchae uses for her detergent. Yoonchae helps her put on the hoodie, careful not to trigger any sore muscles from having sex. Or rehearsal. Or maybe even both.
In Yoonchae’s eyes, Megan looked really endearing in her hoodie. It was slightly bigger on Megan’s smaller frame and Yoonchae felt something inside of her snap. The hoodie engulfed Megan whole yet fit just right to let her imagination run wild. She hadn't noticed it but Megan’s eyes wandered back down to her crotch where her cock was starting to harden again.
“It’s like you’re secretly a pervert,” teased Megan. “Why, does seeing me in your clothes turn you on?”
“What?” Yoonchae stuttered. She looked down between her legs and got mortified. She blushed and avoided Megan’s seducing gaze, so flustered that she got a boner over such a little thing. “No, I’m—I’m not a pervert,” she clarified. “I just… got hard… again… seeingyouinmyclothes—“
“Slow down, baby. I can’t catch what you’re saying.”
A small whimper left Yoonchae’s mouth as she leaned her head against the headrest. Her cock stood proudly with Megan’s slick still running down from the tip to the base, her veins throbbing and rushing with blood. “I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing…”
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with finding me sexy.” Megan slid down from the seats to the floor mat, her knees pressing deep into the carpeted material, likely leaving marks. Her fingers wrap around Yoonchae’s cock once more before guiding the head to her lips. She pressed a light kiss to a vein which made Yoonchae sigh dreamily. Megan’s tongue darted out to give kitten licks along the underside of the tip. Her tongue moved to the slit, licking up any remaining precum from moments ago. It tasted a bit salty but Megan couldn’t get enough of it.
She swirled around the head with her tongue once before wrapping her lips around the cock, sucking and licking like it was a lollipop. Megan gave a tiny hum as she took Yoonchae deeper. Her hands gripped the seats for support while she bobbed her head on her shaft. Megan was only taking her halfway, and despite Yoonchae not wanting to rush or force, Yoonchae wanted to see if Megan could take her full on.
“Can you…” Another sigh escaped her lips when Megan hollowed her cheeks. The sudden pressure made her hands curl into fists at her sides. Eventually, Yoonchae gave in. She gathered Megan’s hair into a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of her way. “...go all the way?”
Megan let go with a faint wet pop and looked up at Yoonchae. “Can I? Or should I?”
Yoonchae was completely enamored with how confident Megan is. Not a single moment where she had to submit to Yoonchae and, honestly, Yoonchae wishes Megan would never. Yoonchae has never liked anyone being in control of her and still, Megan somehow managed to change that about her. “If you want to.”
Megan parted her lips and took Yoonchae again, this time fully. Her nose touched Yoonchae’s pelvis and the latter is stunned at how Megan hasn’t gagged. Truth was, Megan was resisting the urge to. As painful as it was, she wanted Yoonchae to feel good and if holding back a gag to deepthroat her was the way, that’s how Megan will do it. Yoonchae can feel how tense Megan’s jaw was and she wanted to tell her to relax.
“You’re so perfect…” Yoonchae said in hopes of coaxing Megan into easing her jaw. “You look so… amazing… You’re doing amazing.”
Like a charm, Megan’s jaw loosened up. It was easier to drag her lips back and forth down the shaft now that she was eased into it with praise. Shit, Yoonchae felt like she was part of a porno right now. Megan was such a star, a lead in a movie, a model. She was all of those things in real life but in this exact moment, everything was different. Yoonchae can physically feel it.
Yoonchae groaned and tipped her head backwards slightly when Megan pulled back to run her tongue from the base up to the top of her cock. The muscle followed and traced her vein around the circumference, saliva dripping down her shaft. Megan took Yoonchae back in again and Yoonchae didn’t hesitate to thrust upwards when she felt Megan’s throat contract around her cock.
“G-Gonna move your head…” Yoonchae warned. She tightened her hold on the makeshift ponytail as she bobbed Megan’s head up and down manually. There was a visible bulge in Megan’s throat. Yoonchae can see it and it’s calling for her to put her hand around Megan’s pretty neck.
And she did. Her other hand gently wrapped her fingers around Megan’s neck, right where her cock was bulging, and gave a light squeeze. Megan moaned, the sound vibrating around Yoonchae’s length. Yoonchae whimpered loudly and shamelessly while her head lulled back against the headrest. She can’t fathom anything else besides getting her soul sucked.
Without warning, Yoonchae came inside Megan's mouth. Her cock shoots down spurts of hot cum deep into Megan’s throat and the latter takes it without complaining. “Fuck… f-fuck—hah—씨발…”
Salty, was the only thing Megan could think of in that moment. Yoonchae still tastes tangy but there’s a hint of sweetness to it that keenly reminds Megan of a chocolate chip cookie with salt sprinkled on top. Her cheeks hollowed around the cock with each swallow, milking Yoonchae dry down to the bone.
Yoonchae was certainly a wreck. Her eyebrows were scrunched together pleadingly while her chest heaved. Her forehead was shining with a thin layer of sweat that caused her bangs to stick onto her skin. Her jaw was slack as she babbled nonsense in both Korean and English. The two languages were so tangled that Megan would’ve thought Yoonchae had invented a new language.
While Yoonchae took a moment to rest, it was Megan’s turn to take care of her. She took a piece of tissue to wipe off the cum that was still oozing out of the slit but hesitated. Instead, she swiped her thumb over the tip, collecting the release and bringing it up to her lips where she licked it up. After that she really did clean up the mess.
Yoonchae finally gathered the strength to open her eyes, right when Megan was tucking her soft cock back into her boxers. “I thought you dozed off for a second,” Megan teased.
“Kinda…” Yoonchae confessed with an embarrassed laugh. With everything sort of done, the air between them was starting to get awkward.
“So—“
“Uhm—“
They paused when they both spoke at the same time, leading them to laugh in unison.
“Megan,” Yoonchae started.
“Yes?” Megan looked at her expectantly.
“Do you want to go out? Tomorrow? With me?”
Megan’s eyes softened. She pulled Yoonchae into a kiss to which the younger melted into. “Of course,” she whispered.