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This is Yoohyeon's favorite part of the day.
All the other members are not home tonight, something about watching the new Avengers movie. Siyeon had practically begged them to watch it with her, and despite the main vocalist's bribing of buying her a copy of Everything, Everything… she'd never sacrifice the only opportunity of being home alone on a Friday night.
She'll just have to ask her older brother to buy the book for her, maybe pull even a few strings herself and blackmail him. Her parents would love to know why his window’s hinge is now permanently broken in their family home.
Usually, she uses her Bluetooth headphones on any other Friday night; she rooms with Bora, and she knows how the older girl hates noise (even when she herself gets loud) when it's dark. But right now, since the dorm is positively empty and it's just her—Yoohyeon gets brave and relies on her phone speaker.
Her face is illuminated by the light coming from the screen. Her pupils are blown while her gaze is glued to the very much inappropriate video opened in a private tab. Yoohyeon's eyes are wide as she refuses to miss a second. Her heart is beating at an almost abnormal pace in her chest, and her ears feel hot while they pick up the obscene moans from her regular late night research. She can barely feel the air-conditioning in the room, a thin coat of sweat covering her neck and chest area.
Yoohyeon's back sticks against her tank top (the fabric thin enough that it doesn't hide her hard nipples) and her bed; it's uncomfortable, but she couldn't care less with how focused she's being while watching the porno on her phone. Just a close-up video of some woman's lower body, her legs bent up and her wet cunt on display. It's so obviously performative; the moans are too high-pitched and excessive to sound genuine, and the man's thrusting looks too pathetic to be pleasurable—if it had been Yoohyeon in that role, she would've fucked the woman's pussy balls deep.
Even with her mental complaints, she doesn't exit out of the video to choose a better one. This woman's pussy was so gorgeous. It's glistening with her slick, the folds being rubbed by her fingers slowly and distractingly. Her clit looks so inviting too, like Yoohyeon wants to suck it and flick her tongue against it repeatedly. A small patch of hair is visible at the top, and looking closer at it makes Yoohyeon's mouth water. The sight of her pussy was enough to keep her mind off the fakeness of the video.
She wonders what it would feel like eating a girl out. The thought makes her kick the blanket off her legs, putting her feet on the mattress and keeping them parted. Yoohyeon didn't bother wearing panties, too excited to indulge her not-so-tame addiction to erotica.
Yoohyeon brings her right hand to her mouth, wetting the pads of her fingers with the flat of her tongue. Her left hand that remains holding her phone doesn't shake, her grip just tightens when she finally puts her hand against her cunt.
Wet. Slippery. Hot.
Yoohyeon moans breathily from the feeling.
She starts to rub her pussy slowly, her mouth parting while she continues to watch the video. It's so easy, so slippery it's like she used lube on her hand. She hasn't touched herself in weeks, not having the time and the privacy to do so. Minx just finished their comeback and it's taken a toll on her emotionally and physically (and sexually).
With that thought, Yoohyeon gets reminded of her members—how they aren't home and how they are unaware of what she's doing. It makes her hornier, and she moans when she feels her juices gush out of her walls as she clenches around nothing. It's a dangerous thing to be this perverse in a dorm with four other girls, but she can't deny she likes the thrill it brings.
Her brain conjures up a scenario of one of the girls finding out, maybe Bora, since she's her roommate—would her Bora unnie be disgusted? Would she yell at her and grab her by her collar, shake her against the couch for being a gross fuck?
Or would it be their sweet, understanding leader? Minji cares a lot for them, would Yoohyeon be right in her guess if she thinks her unnie would help her out? Probably caress her hair while she makes the younger girl feel good?
Before Yoohyeon's clouded mind can stray farther and think then of how Siyeon and Yubin would react, she stops herself.
Stop it, Yootoni. That's too much. The angel in her shoulder has the gall to whisper, even when the devil very much looks in charge with how wetter her cunt has gotten at the little daydream.
She tries to focus on the video of the woman with a pretty pussy getting fucked instead of her horny mental crisis.
Her rubbing barely brings pleasure from how wet her cunt is. She groans in frustration at that. Yoohyeon inserts her middle finger with ease, biting her lip when she buries it knuckle-deep. The ring in her cunt is tight but the way it stretches around her long finger doesn't bring the satisfaction she needs. This isn't enough.
Yoohyeon turns to her side and props her phone on the pillows. She continues to fuck herself sideways, one leg folded up in a position that makes her feel so exposed, in all the good ways. Her other hand plays with her nipples over her tank top, pinching and pulling lightly, effectively making them harder.
But one thing about Kim Yoohyeon? She has a short fuse.
“Fucking hell,” she grunts, her voice tinted with impatience. It's still not enough.
She does what she thinks is the smartest decision at the moment and takes her phone, setting it better now. She takes an extra pillow and puts it on the mattress, in-between her long legs. This better work. She's never ridden a pillow before, but there's always a first time for everything.
And she's alone, so she gotta take advantage of every opportunity.
Biting her lip, Yoohyeon begins to rock against the corner of the pillow case. The firm cushion usually annoys her as it gives her a stiff neck in unlucky mornings, but for once, she's thankful she owns a lone pillow not incredibly soft like the other ones on her bed.
“Ah, shit,” Yoohyeon moans softly, setting a pleasurable pace. She locks the pillow in-between her thighs with her legs while she grinds. One of her hands reaches to play with her nipples again, while the other goes to her needy pussy.
She angles her fingers and sinks down, the triangular end of the pillow rubbing against her clit so deliciously while she rides her fingers.
“Ugh, yes!”
It's not long before Yoohyeon's breathing becomes ragged. She's still watching porn on her phone while she pleasures herself. She isn't the type to be too vocal; it's a good thing, especially since she normally isn't able to do this so freely.
When the legs of the woman on the video tremble as she reaches her high, Yoohyeon bites her lip so hard she feels like it broke the flesh. She watches with dark eyes as the man bursts his seed and coats her pretty cunt with thick ropes of cum. Her gaze is glued at the screen while the man's cum is smeared against the woman's flushed pussy lips, gushing out her own juice from her hole.
Fuck. Yoohyeon wants to ride a pussy like that.
The video ends in a pause, the screencap of the last second being the thumbnail. Yoohyeon continues to play with herself, rougher and more desperate this time while she stares at it. She can feel the familiar knot in her lower belly tightening, like it's about to snap, and she chases that feeling happily.
Right when her limbs shake from the first few seconds of her orgasm, a notification appears on her phone's status bar. It doesn't make her pause though, if anything, it makes her climax more intense, her eyes rolling as she rides her fingers and rubs her clit against her pillow.
When Yoohyeon's front collapses against her mattress, she ignores how her pillow feels slick, still against her cunt. She catches her breath, and in a hazy state, she uses her hand (that isn't sticky with her cum) to take her phone.
She closes the private tab and taps the notification she got a few minutes ago. It's a text.
As Yoohyeon reads, she mentally curses as her heart beats faster. Really? Just when she managed to get her breathing back to normal?
The contact names glare at her. It brings her back to reality.
Right. Minji really was so sweet. It makes Yoohyeon feel a crushing guilt for being so disgusting just now.
She sighs softly, sitting up her bed (she has to shower quickly before they get back) while she types out a reply, not caring anymore that some of the slick left on her fingers mark on the glass of her phone screen.
As she's about to turn her phone off, another notification pings. Well, three of them. She groans lightly, clicking on the texts she just got.
Oh. Yoohyeon had momentarily forgotten about her roommate. Her unnie who's the same age as Minji, only a bit more intimidating and especially scary when she actually threatens Yoohyeon.
Well, fuck.