"The Nike Photoshoot"
by Noopster
DISCLAIMER: This story is a completely fictional work based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this is all made up. Thanks for reading.
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Sweat beaded on Hanni's neck as the summer sun beat down on through the big windows in the textile warehouse where New Jeans' latest Nike photoshoot was underway. The five girls were scattered across the cement floor, each draped in extra small sized football jerseys from different national teams.
"That's perfect, Hanni! Now turn slightly to your right," the photographer called out over the hum of equipment and staff buzzing around the set.
The adorable Vietnamese-Australian idol tugged at the hem of her bright yellow Australian jersey, the fabric just long enough to cover her small breasts, leaving her soft but shapely midriff and cute belly button exposed.
The stylist had insisted on the "sexy football player" concept, and the NIKE executives nodded approvingly from behind their tablets as they reviewed the shots in real-time.
Across the room, Haerin adjusted the red South Korean hoodie that hung loosely over her slender frame. The stylist had paired it with a tiny white mini skirt that barely reached mid-thigh, and white knee-high socks and chunky sneakers, creating a look that walked the dangerous line between sporty and provocative.
"Haerin-ah, you're up next!" The photographer's voice snapped her back to reality. She blinked rapidly, realizing she'd been staring at Hanni's plump lips as the Vietnamese-Australian girl playfully pouted for the camera.
Moving to the center of the set, Haerin tried to focus on her own shoot, but her eyes kept finding Hanni in her peripheral vision. There was something magnetic about the way the older girl moved—confident yet playful—that made Haerin's chest tighten. She licked her lips unconsciously, quickly looking away when Hanni caught her staring.
"It’s so hot in here," Danielle complained, fanning herself with her hand. Her skin-tight white Korea jersey clung to every curve of her tight body, the taut fabric outlining her perky breasts in such a way that no one could ignore. The matching navy-blue mini skirt showed off her slender, toned thighs that led down to knee-high white socks. She tugged at the skirt's hem, knowing the stylist had deliberately chosen one size too small.
"They're making us look like football-themed sex dolls," she whispered to Hanni when the photographer turned away to check his equipment.
Hanni giggled, her plump lips curving into a mischievous smile as she leaned closer to Danielle. "Oh please, like you're not enjoying this," she teased. "You know you love showing off.”
Danielle's cheeks flushed pink, her doll-like features contorting into mock offense. "I do not!" she hissed, though her eyes sparkled with mischief. She tugged at her jersey again, inadvertently pulling it tighter across her chest.
The staff dispersed, heading for the refreshment table, and Danielle grabbed her phone from a nearby table before nudging Hanni's shoulder. "Let's get out of here. I saw a park across the street when we drove in. I want to take some selcas with decent lighting."
Hanni's eyes lit up. "God, yes. I'm dying in here." She glanced around furtively. The managers were huddled in the corner, reviewing footage with the NIKE executives.
The two girls slipped out the side door, the summer heat hitting them like a wall as they dashed across the street. The small park was mercifully empty, a patch of green surrounded by trees offering privacy from the busy Seoul streets.
"Over here," Danielle called, pulling Hanni toward a secluded area with flowering bushes. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, creating dappled patterns across their skin. "This lighting is perfect."
Danielle held up her phone, angling it to capture Hanni against the greenery. "Put your hand on your hip... yeah, like that."
The camera clicked repeatedly as Hanni posed, her fingers splayed across her exposed waist. She sucked in her stomach instinctively, a habit formed from years of scrutiny.
"Stop that," Danielle commanded, lowering the phone. "You're tensing up."
"I can't help it," Hanni mumbled, her fingers unconsciously tracing the soft curve of her belly. "Next to you and Haerin, I look..."
"Delicious," Danielle finished, her voice dropping an octave. She stepped closer, the screen of her phone forgotten as she reached out. "Your stomach is literally perfect."
Hanni's breath caught in her throat. "Don’t mock me, Dani. My stomach isn't as flat as yours or Haerin's." She glanced down self-consciously at the gentle swell of her belly, the way it curved softly above the waistband of her black sweatpants.
"Are you kidding me?" Danielle's eyes widened, her gaze traveling down Hanni's body with an intensity that made heat spread across Hanni's skin. "Your midriff is literally perfect. You know bunnies go crazy for it."
"They just say that to be nice," Hanni mumbled, but she didn't pull the jersey back down.
"You know how many times I caught the cameramen zooming in on your tummy today?" Danielle stepped closer, her voice softer all of a sudden. "Their eyes were glued to you. I saw that bald lighting guy nearly walk into a wall staring at your belly button."
Heat flushed through Hanni's body—embarrassment mixed with something else. "R-Really?" she asked, her voice small.
"God, yes. Even that stuck-up NIKE exec couldn't keep his eyes off you." Danielle's fingers brushed against Hanni's exposed skin, feather-light. "The whole crew was staring at this little tummy all day."
Hanni's breath hitched at the contact. Danielle's touch left a trail of goosebumps across her skin. "S-Stop it."
"They want what they can't have," Danielle continued, her voice husky as she stepped even closer, her fingers tracing small circles around her young friend’s cute belly button.
"Wh-what's gotten into you?" Hanni whispered, her voice trembling as she tried to mask the arousal building within her. Her heart hammered against her ribs as Danielle's fingertips continued their tantalizing exploration of her exposed skin.
Danielle's eyes darkened, pupils dilating as she gazed at Hanni's flushed face. "Nothing's gotten into me," she murmured, leaning closer until their breaths mingled. "I'm just saying what everyone's thinking. What I've been thinking."
The air between them felt electric, charged with something dangerous and forbidden. Hanni swallowed hard, her plump lips parting slightly as Danielle's hand slid higher, pushing the jersey up to reveal more of her soft skin.
Hidden behind a large rhododendron bush, Haerin pressed her back against the rough bark of an oak tree. She'd followed the pair when they slipped out, curiosity getting the better of her. Now, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene unfolding mere meters from her hiding spot.
Danielle's fingers continued their lazy exploration of Hanni's exposed midriff, each touch lingering longer than the last. Haerin's mouth went dry as she watched Danielle's manicured nails trace the curve where Hanni's waist flared into her hips.
"I think you know it too," Danielle whispered, leaning in so close her lips nearly brushed against Hanni's ear. "As much as you complain about it… I think you like when people look at it."
Hanni's cheeks flushed crimson. "I don't," she protested weakly, but she made no effort to pull away.
"You're such a liar," Danielle purred, her fingers growing bolder as they dipped just below the waistband of Hanni's sweatpants.
"You're crazy," Hanni whispered, but the words lacked conviction. Her pupils dilated as Danielle's hand splayed fully across her stomach, the heat of her palm searing Hanni's skin.
"What's that look for?" Danielle asked innocently, her hand never leaving Hanni's skin as she used her other hand to lift her phone again. "I'm just taking pictures. Hold still."
The camera clicked as Danielle's fingers continued their intimate exploration, her thumb now tracing slow circles around Hanni's navel.
"D-Dani..." Hanni stammered, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
"Hmm?" Danielle's expression remained casual, as if her hand wasn't currently sliding along the waistband of Hanni's sweatpants. "The lighting is perfect. Just a few more shots."
"I—I don't know what you're doing," Hanni whispered, but she didn't pull away from Danielle's touch. Instead, she arched slightly into it, her eyes fluttering closed for just a moment.
"You know what I'm doing," Danielle murmured, her phone slowly lowering as her gaze fixed on Hanni's exposed skin. "God, your tummy is so fucking cute." She sank down to her knees, her eyes never leaving Hanni's. The navy mini skirt rode up her thighs as she knelt, exposing the smooth skin just below the curve of her ass.
"Your tummy is so fucking cute," Danielle whispered, her warm breath ghosting across Hanni's exposed skin. "So soft and perfect."
Hanni's breath caught as Danielle leaned forward, pressing her plump lips against the gentle swell of her stomach. The kiss was feather-light, almost reverent.
"Dani..." Hanni gasped, her fingers threading through Danielle's hair.
"God, you're so warm. So soft right here." Danielle mumbled against her skin, leaving a trail of kisses across Hanni's midriff. Her tongue darted out, tracing a wet circle around Hanni's navel. "Perfect little tummy.” A soft giggle escaped Hanni's lips as Danielle's kisses moved to the sensitive spot just below her ribs. Her hands tightened in Danielle's hair, not pushing away but not pulling closer either, caught in the delicious tension between them.
"Ticklish?" Danielle murmured against her skin, her hot breath making Hanni squirm.
"N-no," Hanni lied, another bubble of laughter betraying her as Danielle's tongue darted out to trace the curve where her waist dipped inward.
From her hiding place, Haerin's breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened at the sight of Danielle on her knees, worshipping Hanni's body with such tender devotion. The sunlight filtering through the leaves dappled Hanni's exposed skin, making it glow golden and impossibly soft. Haerin's mouth watered. She imagined how that skin would feel against her own lips—warm and yielding, the slight give of flesh as she pressed her mouth to that perfect little curve.
Haerin's hand unconsciously moved to her own stomach, fingers pressing against the flat plane beneath her hoodie. What would it feel like, she wondered, if Dani pressed her lips against her warm skin, just like she was doing to Hanni? The thought made her thighs clench together, a dull ache building between them.
"Your skin is so soft here. No wonder they can't stop staring." Danielle pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with desire as she gazed up at Hanni. In one fluid motion, she rose to her feet, her face now inches from Hanni's.
"You're trembling," Danielle whispered, her breath hot against Hanni's lips. Her fingers found their way to the exposed strip of skin just above Hanni's sweatpants, tracing small circles against the sensitive area. "Are you okay?"
Behind the rhododendron, Haerin pressed a hand to her mouth, stifling a gasp as she watched Danielle's fingers disappear deeper into Hanni's sweatpants. The casual way Danielle acted, as if this was completely normal, made Haerin's heart race.
"You're shaking," Danielle giggled, her fingers venturing lower, past the gentle swell of Hanni's lower belly. She maintained eye contact, watching every micro-expression that crossed Hanni's flushed face. "Does it feel good when I touch you like this? When my fingers get close to your pretty little pussy?"
Hanni's lips parted, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. The crude words from Danielle's perfect, doll-like mouth sent a jolt of electricity straight between her legs.
"I—I don't—we shouldn't—" Hanni stammered, her body betraying her words as her hips tilted forward almost imperceptibly.
"You didn't answer my question," Danielle pressed, her voice dropping to a husky whisper as her fingers brushed against the soft cotton of Hanni's panties. "Do you like when I touch you down here? Tell me the truth."
A small whimper escaped Hanni's lips. "Yes," she finally admitted, the word barely audible. "God, yes."
Danielle's eyes darkened with triumph. "I knew it," she breathed as her fingers dipped lower, grazing the soft patch of hair beneath Hanni's underwear. Hanni's legs trembled as Danielle's fingers pressed deeper, finding the growing wetness between her thighs.
"W-what are we doing?" Hanni gasped, her voice trembling as Danielle's fingers continued their intimate exploration. Despite her confusion, she couldn't bring herself to pull away, her body responding with a mind of its own. "Someone could see us...”
Danielle's lips curved into a predatory smile as she pressed her body closer, her breasts brushing against Hanni's arm. "Shh," Danielle soothed, her lips brushing against Hanni's ear. "Nobody's watching. It's just us." Her fingers slid deeper, finding Hanni's slick entrance. "God, you're so wet already."
"But we're—we can't—" Hanni's protest dissolved into a soft moan as Danielle's finger circled her clit with practiced precision. "I don't—I mean—I’m not a…"
"I'm not either," Danielle whispered against Hanni's ear, her finger still circling that sensitive bundle of nerves. "This is just a bit of fun between friends. Nothing more." Her teeth grazed Hanni's earlobe. "Don't overthink it.”
Relief and disappointment mingled in Hanni's chest, but the sensation of Danielle's fingers expertly working between her legs quickly overwhelmed any conflicted feelings. Her head fell back against the tree trunk.
"That's it," Danielle encouraged, her finger continued its teasing circles, applying just enough pressure to make Hanni's knees weak. "It doesn't count if it's between friends, right?"
Hanni bit her lip to stifle a moan as Danielle's thumb found her nipple, rolling it between her fingers. "R-right," she gasped, clinging to this rationalization even as her hips bucked involuntarily against Danielle's hand. "Just... just friends..."
Haerin's breath caught in her throat as she watched Danielle's fingers disappear deeper into Hanni's sweatpants. Her own body responded viscerally to the sight, a liquid heat pooling between her thighs. Almost without conscious thought, Haerin's free hand slid beneath the hem of her mini skirt. Her fingers brushed against the damp cotton of her panties, and she bit her lip to suppress a gasp. She was soaked through.
Emboldened by the soft sounds of Hanni's pleasure, Haerin slipped her fingers beneath the elastic of her underwear, gasping silently as she made contact with her slick folds. She bit her lip hard, tasting copper as she struggled to remain silent while her fingers began circling her swollen clit, her mind racing with all those times Danielle had playfully slapped their butts during dance practice or casually commented on their bodies in the dressing room—moments Haerin had dismissed as Dani's extroverted personality—suddenly taking on new meaning. The lingering hugs, the way Danielle would sometimes sleep in their beds, claiming she was "too tired" to climb into her own.
Everyone in New Jeans had grown accustomed to Dani's flirtatious nature, dismissing it as her way of bonding. But now she could see her pulling Hanni deeper into the bushes, her movements practiced and confident. Haerin shifted position to keep them in view, her heart hammering against her ribs.
"Get this off," Danielle breathed, her fingers never ceasing their rhythmic circles against Hanni's clit as her other hand gripped the hem of the Australian jersey. With a swift upward motion, she yanked the cropped fabric over Hanni's chest, revealing a cute, white sports-bra stretched over her bandmate’s small, perfect breasts.
"Dani!" Hanni gasped, instinctively raising her arms to cover herself, but Danielle caught her wrist.
"Don't," Danielle playfully commanded, her voice husky with desire. "Let me see you."
With a sharp tug, Danielle yanked the tight sports bra upward, exposing Hanni's small breasts to the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves.
Hanni whimpered, her face flushed crimson as the cool air hit her exposed breasts.
"So fucking cute.” Danielle breathed, her eyes darkening with lust as she took in Hanni's topless form. Her fingers pressed harder against Hanni's clit, drawing tight, deliberate circles that made the Vietnamese girl's legs tremble. "Such perfect little tits."
"D-Dani," Hanni gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily against Danielle's skilled fingers. The dual sensation of being exposed and touched so intimately was overwhelming. Her small breasts heaved with each ragged breath.
"You're so fucking pretty," Danielle murmured, leaning forward to brush her lips against the swell of Hanni's breast.
Danielle's mouth captured one of Hanni's pert nipples, her warm tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before taking it between her lips. The wet heat of Danielle's mouth sent electricity coursing through Hanni's body, her back arching instinctively to press more of her breast against Danielle's eager tongue.
"Oh my god," Hanni gasped, her fingers threading through Danielle's silky hair, holding her bandmate's head against her chest. The gentle suction sent waves of pleasure straight to her core, intensifying the sensations from Danielle's fingers still working between her legs.
Danielle hummed against Hanni's breast, the vibration adding another layer of sensation that made Hanni's knees buckle. Her tongue flicked rapidly against the hardened peak before she began to suck more firmly.
"Oh god," Hanni whimpered behind her fingers, her other hand instinctively threading through Danielle's curly brown hair, holding her closer instead of pushing her away. "Dani... fuck..."
Danielle's fingers increased their tempo, circling Hanni's clit with merciless precision while her mouth continued its sweet torture on her breast. The dual assault of sensations sent Hanni spiraling toward the edge, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps.
"Dani—I can't—" Hanni's voice broke as the pressure built between her thighs, her hips bucking frantically against Danielle's skilled fingers. "I'm going to—fuck—I'm coming!"
With desperate urgency, Hanni grabbed Danielle's face, yanking her up from her breast and crashing their lips together in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Their teeth clacked briefly before finding a rhythm, Hanni's moans swallowed by Danielle's eager mouth as her orgasm tore through her. Hanni moaned into Danielle's mouth as her orgasm hit, her tongue pushing past Danielle's lips, sloppy and urgent. Her body convulsed, wetness flooding Danielle's fingers as Hanni's thighs clamped around her hand.
Haerin couldn't take it anymore. Her fingers slid lower, finding her entrance slick with arousal. She pushed two fingers deep inside herself, her inner walls clenching around the sudden intrusion. A silent gasp escaped her lips as she watched Danielle's triumphant smile form against Hanni's mouth, swallowing each desperate whimper as the orgasm rippled through her best friend's trembling body. There was something predatory in that smile, something possessive and triumphant that made Haerin's cunt pulse around her buried fingers.
Hanni sagged against the tree, her chest heaving as aftershocks rippled through her trembling body. Her eyes remained close as Danielle slowly withdrew her fingers from between her legs.
Haerin's breath caught as she watched Danielle raise those glistening digits to her lips, her pink tongue darting out to taste Hanni's essence.
"Mmm," Danielle hummed, her eyes locked with Hanni's as she sucked her fingers clean.
The sight of Danielle's perfect lips wrapped around her own fingers, savoring Hanni's juices with such obvious pleasure, sent Haerin careening over the edge. Her orgasm hit like a lightning strike, her pussy clenching violently around her fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through her body. She slapped her free hand over her mouth, barely containing the moan that threatened to escape as her hips bucked uncontrollably against her palm.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Hanni's eyes fluttered open. Reality crashed back like a bucket of cold water. Her sports bra was still bunched above her exposed breasts, her sweatpants disheveled, and her best friend was licking her wetness off her fingers with a satisfied smirk.
"What... what was that about?" Hanni whispered, her voice trembling as she hastily tugged her sports bra back down over her sensitive nipples. Her legs still felt like jelly, her pussy throbbing with aftershocks. "We shouldn't have—"
Danielle silenced her with a sudden, forceful kiss. This time it wasn't desperate or frantic—it was deliberate, possessive. Her tongue swept into Hanni's mouth, making her taste herself on Danielle's lips. Hanni whimpered, helplessly responding despite her confusion.
When Danielle finally pulled away, her eyes gleamed with triumph. She straightened her white jersey and smoothed her hair with practiced nonchalance, as if she hadn't just fingered her bandmate to orgasm behind the bushes of a public park.
She took a step backward, eyes raking over Hanni's disheveled appearance. "You're a bad, bad girl,” Dani sadi with a wink and a wicked smile. With a final smirk, she turned and sauntered away, hips swaying with exaggerated confidence as she disappeared through the bushes toward the warehouse.
Hanni stood frozen for several seconds, her fingers trembling as she hastily adjusted her clothing. "Dani, wait!" she called, her voice cracking. She stumbled after her bandmate, leaves crunching beneath her sneakers as she hurried to catch up.
Haerin remained hidden, her heart hammering against her ribcage as she watched them both vanish from sight. The park fell silent except for the distant hum of traffic and the pounding of blood in her ears. Her fingers, still coated with her own arousal, glistened in the dappled sunlight.
The memory of Danielle's tongue gliding over her own fingers flashed through Haerin's mind.
Haerin stared at her glistening fingertips, transfixed by the slick evidence of her arousal catching the dappled sunlight. Her heart raced, a mixture of shame and lingering desire coursing through her veins. She'd never tasted herself before—never even considered it until watching Danielle's performance moments ago. Her tongue darted out, tentatively at first, just the slightest taste.
"Oh," she gasped. The musky, tangy flavor of her own arousal flooded her senses, and she closed her eyes, savoring the taste with an unexpected surge of pleasure. She sucked each digit clean, her tongue swirling around her knuckles to capture every drop.
The sound of distant voices snapped her back to reality. The photoshoot. The managers. Her absence would be noticed soon if it hadn't been already. She quickly adjusted her skirt and smoothed her hair, checking her reflection in her phone screen. Her cheeks were flushed, but she could blame that on the summer heat. Haerin took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. Her fingers still carried the faint scent of her arousal, and she instinctively brought them to her nose one more time, inhaling deeply before realizing what she was doing. She dropped her hand to her side, mortified by her own behavior.
The walk back to the warehouse was a blur, her mind replaying what she'd witnessed—what she'd done—over and over. By the time Haerin slipped through the side door, the shoot was back in full swing. Minji was in the center of the set, striking powerful poses in her white U.S.A. jersey.
"Where have you been?" hissed the stylist, materializing beside her. "Your makeup needs a touch-up."
"Bathroom," Haerin mumbled, allowing herself to be led to the makeup chair.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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