Bathroom Break

  "Bathroom Break"

by Noopster 

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Kim Ji-Soo looks at her reflection as she washes her hands in a Paris bathroom. Her reflection looks tired, but she hides it well. Clad in a short and sexy Rokh strapless black dress and high heels, her long dark hair elegantly pulled back to leave her delicate shoulders bare, the gorgeous singer and actress has been turning heads all morning. You would never know how utterly exhausted she actually is. 

There’s been so much traveling on this tour, and there are still dozens more shows to perform. Add to that all the promotional events, the special appearances at sponsor’s events like today’s Cartier show, for which she had to fly all the way from Manila just to spend half a day and then take another plane back to Asia, and it makes for a grueling, mind-numbing schedule. She’s constantly jet-lagged and missing home and her pets, one day blending into the next one over and over again until living the K-Pop dream doesn’t seem so fun anymore. Still, she knows she should be grateful, she just wishes that she could look forward to enjoying her life once the tour is over, instead of growing increasingly more frustrated with YG, the company that controls every aspect of her life: What she says, what she wears, what she shares online, where she goes; every last little detail of her life is meticulously scrutinized and regulated to keep her in line with what the company considers to be an idol’s appropriate public image.

 It was mostly okay at first, the trade-off for getting to do what she loves seemed like a no-brainer when she signed her life away at 21, but she’s 27 now, and tired of not being able to make her own decisions like a normal adult. Changing her appearance on a whim, getting a tattoo, doing alcohol or weed, wearing a bikini, swearing, expressing any kind of political opinion… those are among the many, many normal things for most people, that are strictly forbidden for her. But the worst one is easily the No Dating Rule. 

There were a couple of boys she dated in her teens, but with all the training and rehearsing, there was never time for anything serious. Now that she’s in her late twenties, she’s tired of being alone. She wishes she could change many things about her life, but having a boyfriend, a real one that she doesn’t have to see in secret, would definitely be on top of the list.

She knows the other girls feel the same way. They’re just as frustrated and lonely as she is. That’s why sometimes, late at night, Jennie crawls into her bed like a little girl scared by a nightmare, and they hold each other, cuddle and keep each other warm until they fall asleep.

It’s nice. But sometimes, the cuddling turns into caressing each other, and Jennie takes Jisoo’s hand to her pussy, pleading for her to ease her loneliness. They don’t say anything, they just kiss, their tongues probing each other's mouths as Jisoo’s fingers enter the familiar territory of her best friend’s warm, tight opening. ‘Sisters by day, lovers at night’ Jisoo thinks as she dries her hands with a paper towel, remembering how beautiful and adorable Jennie’s face is at night, when her mouth opens in a silent moan, like it always does when she penetrates and finds her g-spot. Jisoo doesn’t think of herself as bisexual, and she doesn’t know if Jennie does, all she knows is she needs those late night encounters to stay sane, to feel alive. That’s what drives her fingers to push into Jennie as her tiny bandmate kisses her breasts in return. 

Jisoo stops to push those thoughts out of her mind before going back out there, the Cartier people are expecting her to take even more photos and give even more autographs. But despite herself, she continues to picture it, Jennie’s little chipmunk face flushed, her eyes closed shut as she rocks her hips against her hand, little gasps escaping her lips…  That’s usually when Jisoo grabs her face and french kisses her. She likes to feel her moan in her mouth as her soft little thighs press shut around her hand, her tiny frame shaking with the shockwaves racing through her system until she’s in a state of pure, quiet bliss.

Jisoo is so wet and horny from thinking about it that she can’t stop herself from leaning against the sink and hiking her skirt just enough to plunge her hand down the front of her black lace panties. As soon as she makes contact with her clit, she has to bite her lip to smother whatever sound is threatening to escape. The party is still going on outside. Good thing she has a habit of always locking the door. 

There is chatter outside, if she takes too long they might start looking for her. She needs to go back and do the things she’s supposed to do as a brand ambassador, but she also needs to come, and her fingers won’t stop rubbing, just like her brain won’t stop showing her Jennie, naked in her arms, planting tender little kisses down her body as she gets ready to repay her love. Her kisses are so gentle, so incredibly delicate, they always make Jisoo feel like her body melts upon contact with her lips. Jennie will kiss her neck and shoulders before slowly moving down to her breasts, she will suck each one of Jisoo’s nipples like it is candy coated, licking circles around them until her “unnie” is writhing and pushing her head down, leading her lower, up close with her wet, throbbing pussy. 

Her breath briefly fogs the bathroom mirror as the singer’s hand moves deeper down her black lace panties, her fingers deeply entrenched in her wet hole, moving frantically between those swollen, fat lips, the same lips Jennie kissed, licked and buried her face in between just a couple of nights ago, when she sucked on Jisoo’s clit until she was bucking her hips and biting her pillow to keep herself from waking the other girls. There is nothing to bite on in that Paris bathroom, so she just clenches her teeth and tries to stay quiet as her body goes rigid for one explosive moment. “Aaaaahhhhh,” she can’t help but moan as her pussy contracts around her fingers, the sound of her orgasm seemingly amplified by the bright white tiles surrounding her. 

After a little while, her hand relaxes. Her panties are damp now, her face looks red in the mirror, and she wishes Jennie was there to help her come down from that sweet release like she always does, kissing Jisoo’s belly as she retraces her steps, making her way up her tits and nipples to kiss her collarbone, her shoulders and neck until her “unnie” puts her hands on her mandu cheeks and draws her in for a loving, sensual kiss of approval. Then early in the morning, Jennie goes back to her bed, and for the rest of the day they will act like nothing happened. They’re just friends who take care of other’s needs, needs that the big bosses won’t acknowledge or tolerate, as if they were singing and dancing machines and not human beings of flesh and bone that need to love and be loved in return. 

She suspects Lisa and Rosé might have a similar relationship, but she doesn’t know for sure. It’s not something any of them would ever discuss. It wouldn’t surprise her, but the impetus might be different. It has always been easier for Lisa, the free spirit of the band that fucks who she wants when she wants, never getting romantically involved and never getting in trouble for it either. Word gets around, of course, no one at YG is under the impression that Lisa is anything but a horny slut. But no matter how many times she’s warned or threatened, she knows she’s irreplaceable. Untouchable would be a good word for it, if not for the fact that she’s pretty much been touched everywhere by everyone. Just last week, Jisoo walked in on Lisa getting double-teamed by the bassist and drummer of their touring band. She let out a high-pitched shriek like she’d just walked in on a murder scene, but Lisa didn’t even flinch, with a cock deep in her pussy and another one shoved in her ass, she turned to the door and smiled at her bandmate, her slender, sexy body glistening with sweaty exertion as the two musicians continued to ravage her in the back of a storage room. 

It was extremely mortifying at the time, but thinking about it now, the way she was twerking on those cocks with the same confidence as she dances on stage, applying the virtuosity of her hips for pure, unrestrained pleasure, Jisoo can’t help herself. She was too embarrassed at the time, too afraid to get in trouble. But as her fingers start moving on their own again, going fast this time and keeping at it, massaging her sloppy cunt as she grits her teeth and remember the way Lisa looked at her, with her face contorted in a half-pleasure-half-wailing expression that said, “Come in and join us,” she starts to regret having said no.

Just then, she hears someone clearing their throat, and she opens her eyes to see a man standing in the entrance. Did she actually forget the lock this time? The Korean beauty bolts upright and tugs her skirt down. “Oh, sorry,” she says with a thick Korean accent before realizing the guy is probably French.

Having been interrupted so close to the edge, her body is still burning, and the fact that he’s so handsome makes it even more embarrassing. She’s thinking that he must be one of the models from the many fashion shows going on in Paris at the moment as she walks past him, eyes glued to the floor, feeling the slick wetness between her thighs. But then she feels it, the brush of his hand on her thigh, so delicate, barely there, and yet so deliberate. It stops her in her tracks. How dare he? But then again, he did just catch her touching herself in a public bathroom. She turns to look at him, the chiseled jaw covered with just enough stubble to remain fashionable, and the big green eyes shamelessly traveling up and down her body.

Her entire being trembles under his scrutiny, and she starts to say something, but her English isn’t very good, and her French is non-existent. And anyway, her voice trails off when he takes her hand, the same one she caught her using to pleasure herself. Jisoo stops breathing as he takes her wet middle finger to his mouth and swirls his tongue around it, tasting her pussy while he stares into her eyes. He waits for her reaction, but she is stunned, so the stranger steps closer, pressing the small of her back against the counter, and lets go of her hand to grab her hips with authority. The Blackpink singer swallows hard as his leg pushes between her thighs, her eyes wide with uncertainty. What is he going to do to her? And why can’t she move?

The first kiss is on her neck, causing her to jump in place, then there’s another slightly above that one, and another one a little bit higher after that. Jisoo’s is helpless, pinned between him and the sink, her legs wobbling as his lips work the way up to her ear, where they’re welcomed by a soft little moan, and her arms wrapping around his neck. For a second or two, she worries about someone else coming in through that door she can see over his shoulder, but that thought goes away when he lifts her skirt and feels her wetness through her underwear, slowly soaking with her juices. Jisoo whimpers into his shoulder before he grabs her face, gently but firmly, and stares into her eyes as he massages her warm and moist pussy. “O-oui,” is all the French she can come up with at that moment, the word has barely left her lips when, with one quick movement, he turns her around, putting his hand on her back to bend her over the sink. “Ahh!” she cries out as he pulls her wet panties down to her knees, a thrilling cocktail of lust, fear and relief sending shivers through her as her hands brace against the tiled white counter. The stranger hikes her skirt over her ass and spread her legs apart. In the mirror, Jisoo can see that the sight of her tight, pale ass pleases him. He catches her gaze again, and with a full hand, he spanks her once on the right ass cheek. She lets out something that is halfway between a whimper and a moan, and their eyes stay connected in the mirror as he follows that with another slap to her left ass cheek.

Somehow, she keeps herself from screaming, but her ass is pushed out as she silently begs for more. His eyes continue to hold hers as his fingernails dig slightly into the soft flesh of her ass cheek to open all of her up. Jisoo exhales, all of her trembling as the stranger examines her holes, salivating at the sight of them like a cartoon wolf about to eat its prey. He feels up her thighs, running his palms up the soft, pale flesh as she squirms with anticipation, and a second later, the sound of his zipper coming down is music to her ears. There it is then, the warm tip announcing its shape and girth as it slides up and down in between her juicy, slippery lips. “Oh!” the horny singer moans, immediately followed by a shocking gasp as all that meat slides into her without any resistance.

How long has it been since the last time she was this wet and open for a man? Not the old men at YG, with their small bent dicks and their penchant for cumming too fast when it’s time to renegotiate the band’s contract, but a real man with a big dick, making her feel like a real woman as he slams into her, gripping her hips tightly so that she’ll stay in place, no matter how hard or deep he fucks her. “Ugh, nngh!” Jisoo is grunting from the exertion, the top of her head almost knocks against the big mirror, but she barely notices as he fucks her to the beat of the Drum and Bass music playing outside which invades the restroom as a dulled echo, crudely synching to the sound of their bodies colliding over and over again.

The Blackpink singer bites into her lip to keep herself from screaming as the stranger wild, frenetic thrusts erase the fear of getting caught, along with every other thought, from her mind. He slows down just a bit to yank her top downward, releasing her small tits to dangle deliciously under her small frame as he puts his hand on her back and pushes her down, burying himself deeper into her cunt as she obliges and pushes her ass out.

 In the mirror, he watches her small breasts swinging and bouncing sharply with his thrusting, and Jisoo cries out something that sounds like English but is actually gibberish as his hand then comes to rest on her shoulder, to pull her back onto him after every forceful push. Her entire body feels the need to scream and beg for more, but her mind is fogged and unable to form the words. That problem solves itself once he leans in and brings his hand to her mouth, sliding his thumb between her parted, cherry-colored lips. As if choreographed beforehand, Jisoo sucks it into her mouth without hesitating, and rolls her tongue over it with the same enthusiasm as if it were his cock in her mouth.

The stranger’s relentless attack on her pussy finally slows down as he drapes his body over hers. With his free hand, he squeezes and plays with her tits while Jisoo takes over, still sucking and moaning on his thumb while grinding against him at the same time. She hears him whispering something in French and her head turns to the side, welcoming the tongue that runs up her neck and stops with his lips against her ear. She doesn’t understand anything he says, but his lips vibrating against her earlobe are all she needs to get. Without even thinking about it, her hips go into a slow undulating motion, her creamy cunt painting his manhood in white as she continues to twerk him into another burst of energy. With a loud groan, he slides his thumb out of her mouth and uses the hand to smack her ass.

“Ow!” the raven-haired beauty cries out, and then he smacks her again. Jisoo moans louder, “OOOW!”, rising from the counter while still gyrating her pussy around him. 

Her beautiful nipples, pink and pointy as two ripe strawberries, are on display for him in the mirror, and he wraps his arm around her waist, watching her delicious little tits bounce up and down to the rhythm of his thrusting cock. It starts relatively slow, but she can feel him ramping up, strength and speed steadily increasing as she delights in watching herself in the mirror, playing with her clit again, a strange feeling of pride for having allowed herself to finally break all the rules. Jisoo Kim, the senior member of Blackpink, always the good one, the responsible one, the reserved one; now being fucked raw by a handsome stranger in a public bathroom. 

He notices her smiling to herself, and it seems to bring out something in him. Taking a handful of her hair, he pulls her upright and yanks her head to the side. “Oh! Oh! Ohhh!” the singer moans, completely at the mercy of the stranger biting her neck, the stubble on his face abrading her skin, the ruthless shoving of his cock chafing her pussy. Struggling to keep her balance, she reaches back and, with a gentle push, she tries to tell him to take it easier on her; but what she gets in return is a brutal spank that propels her body forward, landing back elbows first on the white counter.

She tries to get back up, but another blow keeps her there, and as the savage smacking of her ass continues, she quickly grabs hold of the fancy silver faucet to keep herself from crashing through the glass, crying out in pleasure and pain as his cock reaches the deepest part of her, the sound of her battered flesh bouncing off the cold walls as his left hand keeps rising and falling on her ass and thighs. She pushes back with her free hand, struggling in vain against all of his weight and power. Did she make a mistake? The possibility of that man actually hurting her now seems real, but what is most surprising is that those thoughts turns her on even more. Pain or not, she needs it now, everything he can give her; even if it hurts, even if it kills her.

“Y-YES! FUCK MORE HARD!” she cries out with the limited vocabulary she can conjure up. Another feeble attempt to get herself unpinned fails, and more French words she doesn’t know come in response. It’s the tone with which he says them that lets her know she’s being mocked. He’s getting off on her weak efforts to resist him, just like she’s getting off on fighting him while knowing she cannot win.

Without slipping out of her, he pulls her body with him to sit down on the toilet behind them, bringing her down hard on his cock. “OHH!” the Blackpink singer grunts as he holds her tightly against him, her arms folded behind her back, keeping her on his cock like a helpless butterfly pinned to a board, jackhammering her juicy cunt with all the power he can muster. “NO STOP, NO STOP!” she begs, her one remaining shoe dangling off the tips of her toes as her legs swing with no floor to rest on. She can barely breathe now and her hair, covered in sweat and all over her face makes it hard to see what’s in front of her, but even through the sticky strands of dark she can make out herself, the woman in the mirror with the black dress around her waist, impaled on a stranger’s cock, shaking and crying out as the most powerful orgasm of her entire life bursts and spread in convulsing ripples throughout her body, impairing her already limited grasp of the English language until she can only scream and cry, “Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh!!! AAAHHHHH!!!”

Her thighs close by themselves, locking the stranger’s cock in the spasming grip of her gushing hole, the delicious tremble of her delicate body propelling him to stand up and slam her against the stall, pinning her between him and the partition so tightly that there is no room for her to move. The structure shakes violently as his cock pushes up and into her, fucking Jisoo’s soaked cunt harder and driving her body hard into the wall as she helplessly tries to push back, shaking and crying with her face mushed against the metal. Relentless, the vicious assault continues as the handsome stranger takes her ass in his hands and squeezes it as hard as he can in a fit of unbridled, violent passion, burying his engorged cock into the singer without mercy, enveloping her in a paroxysm of bliss as the brutal pounding drives the last of her orgasm through her being. 

Amidst all the chaos, she hears a low growl in his throat. All of Jisoo’s thoughts grind to a halt as the strangely pleasurable sensation of a man cumming inside of her for the very first time floods her brain with pure, unbridled pleasure. He grips her hips and releases a torrent deep inside her, his head resting on her shoulder as he pumps her full of thick cum. She moans and throws her arms around his neck, her hot cunt milking every drop from him as if it had been thirsting for it all of those years. And it seems to last forever. Every time she thinks it’s over, his cock swells and twitches inside of her again, until it’s spilling out of her, coating her swollen lips and running down the inside of her pale thighs.

For several minutes they stay like that, holding each other, catching their breath as they start to come down, back to real life. Out of the corner of her eye, Jisoo catches her reflection just as his cock slips out of her; it all feels like she’s dreaming.

The stranger suddenly catches her jaw with one hand and turns her face around to look at him. He says nothing, just holds her face in place and stares into her eyes. Jisoo is frozen, she can’t hold his gaze and looks down. His dirty cock, wet and creamy and still impressively big despite being at half-mast, twitches menacingly as if ready for another go. All it takes is a quick pull to take her down to her knees and, without really understanding why, she fully submits, opening wide to happily welcome the thick member as he feeds it straight into her mouth. The odd and strangely enticing taste of his cum mixed with hers jolts her into action, taking charge and pushing herself to hold her breath and swallow the whole prick, eyes and lips closed tightly, just like she’s seen on the internet. This is another first for her, the gag reflex is immediate and powerful, causing her to pull back, gasping for air as the thing pops out of her mouth.

The man wraps a hand around her hair and pulls her head back, looking down at the panting K-pop superstar with something in between lust and hate. Jisoo just stares back, mouth open, heaving chest, a soft wince across her flushed face as the man taps her bottom lip a couple of times with the wet cock she just cleaned with her mouth. Without so much as a word, he lets go and zips himself up. He’s gone.

Jisoo stays on her knees for a little while, contemplating what just happened. The shock of that random encounter dulls the ache in her knees as she studies the droplets of cum dripping out of her, pooling on the cold, hard floor. She’s strangely fascinated by it, the sticky, translucent proof that she really did that; fucked a complete stranger in a public bathroom in the middle of a press event. It all feels like a dream as she slowly gets back on her feet. The taste of that man who she will most likely never see again is still vivid on her tongue as she tidies her dress and fixes her hair and makeup. Outside, they are waiting for her; the real world, the obligations, the rules. 

There’s still a long day ahead of her, but as she moves through the beautifully adorned gardens, classy and composed, perfectly professional, just like YG demands of her, she can still feel the stranger’s warm gift between her legs. With every step, it coats her lips and smears her panties, it rubs against her thighs as she smiles and poses for the cameras. It’s her dirty little secret, a reminder that she owns her life, no matter what a contract might say. 

“Jisoo, sit by the fountain for a picture,” she hears someone from the staff say.

And there it is again, oozing out of her as she crosses her legs and smiles. Creamy, warm, sinful freedom.

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EPILOGUE

It’s two in the morning now and Jisoo can’t sleep, she’s been staring at the ceiling for hours now, reliving the encounter in her head. It doesn’t matter how tired she is, or that she has to be on a plane back to the Philippines in 6 hours, there’s still that something keeping her awake. A need that won’t go away. 

What she’s doing is dumb and reckless, she’s well-aware of it, but after a quick change into a short skirt and sweater, she finds herself downstairs at the hotel bar, waiting, without knowing exactly for what. 

She knows when she sees him by the bar. A man in a gray business suit, with a trim physique and a pleasant, well-shaped face. Nice looking but unremarkable, probably French or American if she had to guess. He looks to be around his mid-forties, which means he probably has no idea of who she is.

 

The Blackpink singer walks up to him, a subtle smirk drawn on her lips after he notices her. She runs a flirty finger across his shoulders as she walks past him, letting the back of her milky white thighs do the talking for her as she saunters to the bathroom. Her hand on the knob turns slightly before she stops to look back at him. He’s been staring at her, of course, waiting for confirmation. It comes in the form of a smile before she goes in. The man follows. No words are needed.

End.