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Minjung licked her lips as she watched the lead singer of her favorite band, Destination, and star of her wet dreams, Key, press his lips against the mic, moaning obscenely. The lyrics spilling from his lips were pure filth. The song was, afterall, written about his cock. Minjung never thought she would find a song with lyrics like 'suck me down girl, don't hesitate, drink my cum, it'll reinvigorate' sexy, but that's just what Key did to her. Besides, Key wasn't just all shock and awe, many of his songs were very meaningful.
But none of that mattered right now when those pouty lips were full and wet, and Key's hand was dipping down into his tight black jeans just low enough to make almost half the audience cum. Key's smirk was subtle and his eyes scanned the crowd. The thrum of the bass mixed with the beat of the drum rang through the audience like a hard fucking, the drum the push, the bass the pull. Key's smirk widened as Minjung's long, red, hair caught his eyes. He stared directly into her eyes as the music faded out, then he licked his lips and whispered into the mic. "Who wants to suck my cock?" The crowd erupted into screams as the bad stood motionless on stage.
Then the light went down and Minjung couldn't breathe. Had Key really looked at her? Would he want her backstage? Would she finally get a chance to feel his cock-hot and heavy- in her hands? Her mouth?
She was pulled from her daze when gruff hands grabbed her and a husky voice filled her ears. "Key wants to see you. What should I tell him?"
She was nodding before the words were out of her mouth. "Yes, yes, yes."
"Good, follow me and tell me your name." He said, taking her hand and leading her through the throngs of people.
"Minjung."
The man nodded and repeated it. He stopped when they were halfway down a small hall. The door in front of them had a small sign taped to it that had a piece of paper that said 'Key' taped to it.
The man knocked on the door. "Minjung is here to see you!"
There was no reply for a moment and then the door opened a crack, and Key peeked out. He looked Minjung up and down and nodded. "All that red hair," He opened the door wider and smiled. "Come in."
Without waiting for her he walked back into the room, flopping down on the couch. Minjung stepped over the threshold and she heard the security guard close the door behind her. She stared at Key, dazed by his beauty. Sweaty and half-naked, legs spread. The silver bar through his nipple caught her eye and she bit her lip, images of her sucking on it filling her mind.
Key's stern voice broke her from her trance. "Now!"
Minjung jumped a little. "Huh?"
"Get on your fucking knees and crawl to me. Don't make me say it again." He hissed, his voice demanding obedience. She immediately dropped to the floor and could hear the smirk in his voice. "What a good bitch. Now crawl." She crawled towards him, but he snapped at her. "No. Slower." She slowed the speed of her crawl, dragging her knees across the stained linoleum. He threw an empty cigarette box at her. She flinched and stared at him wide-eyed. It didn't hurt, but she wanted an explanation. "Head down, eyes to the floor. You're not allowed to look at me." She obeyed without even thinking about it.
Key chewed on his thumbnail, a smile lighting up his face, delighted by how much control he could exert over his fans.
When she reached him, he cooed her name, sliding his fingers through her hair and down her cheek. "Pretty girl is so good for me." She kept her head down until he pressed her chin up with his thumb and forefinger. Yet she still wouldn't look at him. He could see the way her eyes fought to not look at him. He laughed. "Minjung..." he whispered.
She wouldn't meet his eyes. Getting the cigarette box thrown at her had shocked her, and it made her feel like she needed to please him, to give him everything he wanted.
"Am I sexy?"
She nodded without looking up. "Yes."
She swore she heard him giggle. "Then why won't you look at me?"
Thinking that was permission, she looked up at him, his almond eyes lined thickly with black liner and shadow, a tiny black gem in his nose, and a silver ring through his lip. Even his sweat slicked hair looked good. It was shaved and dyed platinum blonde on one side, while the rest was short, black and spiked up. It should have looked horrible, but it looked so good.
He shook his head, frowning and 'tsking' her, pushing her face away. "I wasn't giving you permission." She uttered an apology under her breath. "What was that?" Key asked, using the toe of his black boot to gently nudge her. He watched the movement of her eyes and followed it to the door. "You can leave if you want. I'm not gonna stop you." He straightened himself on the couch and closed his spread legs. She didn't respond or move. Key continued speaking. "But if you're gonna stay, then I expect you to speak the fuck up."
She swallowed and took a deep breath, keeping her eyes on the mystery stain beneath her. "I said I'm sorry."
Key smirked and slouched back down, spreading his legs again. They always stayed. "Sorry....?" Key's voice trailed off, suggesting she hadn't completed her sentence.
"I'm sorry Oppa?" Minjung tried, unsure of what Key was asking for.
He laughed, tilting his head back, the piercings in his ears twirling at the movement. "Nope. Two more tries and it's game over."
Minjung's mind raced. She didn't know what he wanted to hear. "Sir?"
"Strike two."
Minjung felt her heart race. Would he really turn her away if she got it wrong? Surely he was just teasing. She remembered a rumor she'd read about him online. She wasn't sure if it was true, and the thought of saying it outloud made her blush.
"Time's running out," Key teased.
Her blush deepened and Key's cackle was loud in her ears. "Redder than your hair."
"D-daddy?"
His laughter somehow became even louder. "And you're out. Game over." The rumor wasn't true. He stood up. "Get out," He said, while reaching for him shirt.
She glanced up at him nervously. "N-no."
He scoffed. "You don't make the rules to this game. I do." He wanted to see how pretty she looked when she begged. They all looked pretty when they begged."
"Please?"
"Please Master," he instructed.
"Please Master," She repeated.
"Don't you know how to beg properly?" he asked, glancing down at her, admiring the curve of her spine from the open back of her dress.
She bowed lowly, and stayed on the ground. "Please Master, please."
He carefully nudged the tip of his boot under her face. She was confused. What did he want? Nervously she kissed the tip of his boot and glanced up at him. He smirked and shook his head. She furrowed her eyebrows, then slowly pushed her tongue out, and slid ot over the boot. She glanced up to see him smile and nod. She looked back to his boot and slowly dragged her tongue over the top of the boot, trying to ignore the taste of the leather. "I'm sorry Master," She said again, before moving to his other boot, repeating her actions. "Please don't turn me away Master."
He hummed thoughtfully for show, then sat back down on the couch, undoing the top buttom on his jeans. He tugged them down just enough to take his half hard dick out and pumped it to full hardness. "How 'bought you show Master how sorry you are, and if you do well, Master will invite you back to play again?"
She nodded enthusiastically, shuffling to get between his legs.
His cock looked so good, curved up against his lightly toned stomach, precum dragging against his neatly trimmed happy trail, which led to equally neat pubs. His dick was a bit above average in length, and he was thick, thicker than she'd imagined him. It had such a cute curve and the head of his dick was practically model worthy, with perfect curvature and perfect color. It was as flawless as the rest of him.
He laughed and stuck his tongue out at her. "Does Pretty Girl like what she sees?"
"Yes Master."
"You can touch it," he whispered. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her hand to his face. Slowly, he dragged his tongue over her palm, covering it in spit. "Don't you wanna touch me?"
She nodded and when he released her wrist he wrapped her hand around the base, and slowly dragged it up, reveling in the feel of his hot flesh in her hand. He watched, eyes glazed over with lust, as she dipped her thumb in the slit, more pre slipping out. He moaned softly as she smeared it back down his dick. She stuck her tongue out and he clicked his tongue. "No,"
She glanced up at him, not sure why he was turning down a blowjob.
"You haven't earned that privilege yet."
He smirked and giggled when she pouted and whined, then thrusted up into her hand, to encourage her to continue. "Show me you deserve to get your pretty little face fucked and covered in cum." He laughed again when she frowned, but continued to stroke his cock. He did indeed love games.
The way she worked his cock was magical, and Key couldn't begin to imagine how many times she'd jerked guys off. He didn't care though. She was his now. He moaned loudly as she twisted her wrist, sliding up towards his head. She pressed fingers against the vein while her thumb pressed against his slit.
"Oh Pretty Girl, you work me so good," He jerked his hips up in time with her movements, rolling his head over the back of the couch, moaning as he did. "Faster," even through his breathlessness, his voice demanded obedience. She pumped him faster and he groaned. "Make me cum." She slid a few fingers over his balls and taint and he keened, as she added her other hand to continue jerking his shaft. "Fuck make me cum Pretty Girl, make me-ah!" He moaned loudly, grinding down against her fingers as his cum splattered against his chest. After he was satisfied, he pushed her hands away, flopping back on the couch.
Minjung masturbated agressively that night, moaning Key's name into her pillow as she ruined her bedsheets over and over again. The whole time his final words to her ran repeatedly through her head. "See you next time for round two."