WARNING: this oneshot contains detailed sexual content. Read at your own risk.
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Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
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The seven men shout in the consumable room, "Encore, encore!" Their voices reverberating against the walls sending chills through Bianca's tired body. She had been sitting in the lounge area, waiting for her boyfriend — Yugyeom to finish recording so they could go home. The clock ticks lazily above her and it had almost seemed like time had begun to slow down with her growing anxiousness.
She honestly just wanted to get out of here. It dawned on her that she and Yugyeom hadn't had sex in a while (thanks to the pandemic, but hey, safety first.)
Bianca missed her boyfriend dearly but she also missed having him buried deep inside... Too much? Bianca couldn't deny tho, their soft and passion-filled voices as they sang into the mic was a sight to see and she was happy to be of support to her lover and friends.
Five hours had already passed and Bianca was now lounging on the quite uncomfortable couch, her chin resting upon her palm as she watched her boyfriend sing his heart out. There is a protruding vein in his neck that catches her eye and although it may only seem like so, the subtle flex of it made her thighs clench. Bianca stares in awe with lustful eyes, not caring if anyone had seen her eye-fucking her man.
The music suddenly stops as the air cuts thin, Jackson suddenly yelling "break time," rushing past Yugyeom for snacks, the other five males tagging along. Bianca still has her eyes glued to Yugyeom and when he finally notices, he smiles.
"You know, staring isn't very polite," he teases prompting her to scoot over so he can sit beside her on the couch. She shrugs.
"I guess I couldn't help it. You sound amazing baby, your fans are going to love the song," she says, trying her best to fight the urge to jump in the man's lap as he sits with his legs wide open. It was rather liberating yet the way he looked at her made her feel as though he knew exactly what she wanted.
