A wonderful concert could only be topped off with one thing, and for Chaeyoung the thing she wanted the most wasn't sleep, or food, but you... and a very specific part of you if she was being honest. And she was going to get what she wanted no matter the cost.
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"You sure this is a good idea?" You asked after the millionth time as you stepped into their backstage room.
"Don't worry," she eased the nervousness bubbling up in your system as she closed the door behind her, "most of the staff have gone home. The others are probably cleaning up or taking pictures with each other. They wont bother us."
"That doesn't make it any less safe for us."
"If you don't want to do this the door is right here."
"No- no, I want to do it. I need to do it" You made sure to emphasis the 'need' part of the sentence
With a smirk, Chaeyoung turned the lock behind her before taking her hands to the front of the skirt she wore. You swallowed hard the moment her fingertips played with the zip slider. The moment you saw her come out to the stage with her current outfit gave you some mixed feelings, surprised, and horny.
You asked yourself whether the straps on her waist were purely there as accessories like Nayeon's pants on the previous day of the concert.
But the moment those fingers drew the zip down and brought the piece of clothing pooling around her feet... you forgot how to breathe.
There she stood, crop top still being worn, but now, bottomless except for the flimsy excuse of underwear on her, Son Chaeyoung had never looked any more exquisite in front of your eyes.
As if the girl couldn't be any more sexy than she already looked, both thumbs caressed the underside of the straps that connected to the thong she wore, testing the elasticity of it and letting go soon after, being accompanied by a satisfying slap around her waist that made the fun-sized idol jump and yelp cutely and of excitement.
With a tongue darting out and a lip-bite sent from the devilish idol in front of you, Chaeyoung's hands roamed her own body, waist, thighs, ass, crotch, breasts under that annoying crop top she wore...
She was both killing and bringing you back to life.
"Still unsure about this?" She spoke after ages of not doing so, or so that's how it felt to you after exploring her whole body with the naked eye, "still having second thoughts?" She teased by bringing those strings higher up, making the flimsy thong slide between her legs and dig between her pussy lips, making her drag out a moan at the feel of having something rubbing against her damp cunt.
