They took a break

His lips met hers, gentle at first, then more insistent. She felt the warmth of his body enveloping hers, and she found herself melting into it, her body betraying her mind.

He guided her toward the bench in the booth, their movements hurried now, fueled by a hunger that had been building since the day they were paired together. Her hand fumbled with his belt, the clink of metal echoing softly in the cramped space. She could feel his arousal straining against her hand as she freed it from his boxers. He was large—larger than her boyfriend—and she felt a pang of guilt, knowing this was one more way she was betraying him.

Jihoon pulled Haeun’s shorts down, his breath hot against her skin. "I want you," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Her thoughts clouded, the guilt fading into a haze of lust. Jihoon was hot, there was no denying it. His rugged good looks, sharp jawline and smoky gaze were undeniably attractive, to any girl. His body, too, was a testament to years of grueling dance practice. His abs were well-defined, his chest broad and strong.

"I want you too," she whispered back, her voice barely audible, as if admitting it aloud would shatter this delicate illusion they had created for themselves.

His fingers rubbed against her clit through her panties, and she gasped, her back arching against the cold metal wall of the booth. She was already wet, the fabric damp with her arousal. "Are you ready?" he asked, his breath warm against her ear. Haeun nodded, her legs parting instinctively. He tugged at the waistband of her panties, pulling them aside before guiding himself towards her entrance. He rubbed the tip against her lips, teasing her. She let out a sigh, her body tingling with anticipation. As he slid inside, she felt herself stretching around him, his girth filling her completely. Her eyes fluttered closed, her mouth falling open in pleasure.

Jihoon began thrusting slowly at first, letting her adjust to his size before increasing the pace. The sound of flesh against flesh filled the air, the smell of their sweat mingling in the small space. Their breathing grew ragged, the air heavy with their shared desire.

He gripped her, one hand pulling up her shirt to palm her breast, the other holding her thigh against his hip so he could penetrate deeper. She whimpered softly, her nails digging into the back of his neck as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He groaned, his hips stuttering as he drove into her relentlessly. His cock rubbed against her G-spot, eliciting a loud moan from Haeun. He felt himself getting close to orgasm, the familiar tightness coiling deep within him. "I'm not going to pull out," he grunted, his hips snapping against hers. "I hope you're on the pill."

"What?" she gasped, her eyes flying open.

"I want to come inside you. It'll feel amazing," he whispered, his breath hot against her earlobe. "You're so beautiful, Haeun. So perfect."

"But—"

Jihoon cut off her protest with a searing kiss, swallowing any objections she might have had. He continued driving into her relentlessly, his cock pushing all the right spots inside her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of her own orgasm. Her thoughts grew hazy, overwhelmed by the intensity of sensations coursing through her body. He was so large, filling her completely, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her. She knew it was wrong, but in that moment she couldn't find it in herself to care.

She felt him stiffen, his rhythm stuttering as he approached his limit. She bit her lip, her hands clutching desperately at his back, holding onto him for dear life. His groans grew louder, his thrusts more urgent, until he finally slammed into her, his cock pulsing deep within her core.

"Fuck," Jihoon cursed under his breath as he felt himself coming inside the tight, wet warmth of Haeun's pussy, his hot cum spilling out in thick spurts. "This feels so fucking good." She felt his seed filling her up, coating her inner walls, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure down her spine. With a shudder and a cry of her own, she came hard, her body arching against him as she clung tightly to his broad frame, their bodies pressed flush together in their mutual release.

As they paused from their intercourse, their breathing gradually slowing, a sense of guilt began to creep into Haeun's mind. "Oh god," she whispered, pulling back to look up at Jihoon. "I'm not on the pill."

Jihoon's lips curled in the faintest smirk, his voice a low murmur in her ear as he gently withdrew from her. "Don't worry about it. It was just this once. The chances of getting pregnant are practically nonexistent. Plus," He pulled away and she watched his cum ooze out of her, a string connecting his cock into her, a lewd sight that made her feel more dirty than sexy, "If you do get pregnant, it won't show until after the competition, so you can get it fixed afterwards."

Haeun couldn't keep her eyes from drifting down to Jihoon's cock, which still glistened in the dim light from their combined juices. He caught her glance, smirking, "You liked it. Don't even deny it." He leaned forward and kissed Haeun, silencing her feeble protest, before pulling his boxers up.

She stood there, panting softly, her thighs trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "What does this make us?" she asked quietly, unable to meet his gaze.

"Whatever the producers want us to be, " he replied simply, zipping up his pants.

As they left the booth and returned to the rehearsal room, Haeun couldn't help but feel a mix of guilt and excitement. She had crossed a line, one she knew she could never uncross. And as much as she tried to deny it, she couldn't ignore the thrill she'd felt when he'd held her in his arms, filling her with his hard cock.