One Night Stand with a K-pop Idol

Chapter Two - No Strings Attached.

Still Olivia.

"Again?"

I asked surprised as he slid his

cock along my slickfolds.

“Sweetheart, if I was gonna give up that easily I won't have agreed to this. You want tonight to be the best and the plan was to make you come at least three times on my c**k and I just succeeded at one, so open up my love...”

He climbed on top of me and kissed my lips down to my neck before I could even protest again.

'Who was this man?'

He turned me over, pushed into me with one thrust and continued f*****g me, breaking every pieces of me and putting it back together at the same time. He wrapped my braids around his

fist, using it as leverage to make me take him deeper before slapping my ass.

"You are so f*****g perfect." He groaned.

This went on and on, until he wrapped one arm below my waist,

holding me up, and bent over until his chest pressed against my back. He was so deep

inside of me that I thought he was never gonna get out, his pacing became so fast and that second, everything blurred as I reached orgasm again, so did he.

I screamed as I came and he came right after me with a loud

groan, his orgasm ripping through me

with the force of a hurricane. I swore I

lost my hearing for a second there,

but when I came back to my senses,

everything seemed amplified and he dropped on the bed beside me.

The room was quiet except for the steady rhythm of rain tapping against the hotel window. Seoul's dazzling lights glowed outside the glass, casting soft streaks of gold and blue across the rumpled white sheets. I laid on my back as my heart still refused to settle and was staring at the ceiling, unable to believe what I'd just done. I had always considered myself sensible, responsible and the kind of woman who made lists before making decisions. Yet tonight, all of those rules had disappeared the moment a handsome stranger smiled at me in a tiny bar tucked away from the city's crowded streets.

I turned my head, there he was lying beside me, one arm resting under his head, quietly watching me with the faintest smile.

"So..." he said softly. "Are you regretting meeting me already?"

A laugh escaped before I could stop it.

"I should."

"But?"

"But..." I smiled despite myself. "I don't."

His smile deepened as he placed a kiss on my forehead before closing his eyes. He didn't say anything else, I didn't know his name neither did he know mine or where we lived but the rule was simple, which was not to ask any personal questions and for some reason it made this entire thing feel even more dangerous but I didn't care.

I adjusted my head to rest properly against the pillow as I quietly studied the man beside me, he had already fallen asleep.

The deemed room light still spilled across his face in soft golden streaks, making him look almost unreal. I couldn't help but stare. He was, without question, the most handsome man I'd ever seen.

His dark hair was delightfully messy, a few strands falling across his forehead as he slept peacefully. Long lashes rested against smooth skin, and even with his eyes closed, there was something captivating about him.

My gaze drifted lower.

A perfectly sculpted nose. Defined cheekbones and a sharp jawline that looked as though it had been carved by an artist with impossible standards. His lips, slightly parted in sleep, still held the faintest trace of the smile that had made her heart skip more than once tonight. He looked far too perfect to be real, like someone who belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine rather than lying beside me on a hotel bed.

For a brief, ridiculous moment, I wondered if I'd somehow wandered into one of those romance dramas I'd spent hours watching before my trip to Seoul and smiled to myself.

What are the chances I'll ever meet someone this ridiculously handsome again?

Probably never.

Which was exactly why I've decided not to overthink it. Some people were simply meant to cross your path for a single night—leaving behind nothing but a beautiful memory and for me, right now was one of those moment.

7:00 a.m.

I stirred awake to the shrill sound of my phone alarm. With a sleepy groan, I reached over to silence it before stretching under the warm duvet. For a fleeting second, I smiled, then turned my head to the other side of the bed which was now empty.

The stranger was gone.

I blinked at the neatly made space beside me before letting out a small huff.

"Well... I guess goodbye was too much to ask."

But oddly enough, I wasn't upset at all. Neither of us had promised anything to each other, we hadn't exchanged phone numbers, social media accounts, or even our full names. Last night had simply been two strangers enjoying each other's company before returning to their separate lives.

Maybe it was better this way to save us from awkward farewells and expectations, this is just a memory I'd probably laugh about years from now.

Pushing the thought aside, I climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. A quick shower helped wash away the last traces of sleep. By the time I was done getting dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans, a fitted white blouse, and her cream-colored trench coat, I looked every bit like the composed traveler I'd been before yesterday happened.

After one final check to make sure I hadn't left anything behind, I wheeled my suitcase out of the hotel room. My flight back to Nigeria was scheduled for noon so I had just enough time to make it to Incheon International Airport without rushing.

The airport buzzed with life.

Travelers hurried from one terminal to another, announcements echoed overhead, and the lines at the check-in counters seemed endless. As I navigated through the crowd with my suitcase in tow, I noticed an unusual amount of excitement.

Groups of young women clutched bouquets of flowers, expensive cameras, and colorful banners. Some held glowing light sticks while others waved posters featuring five impossibly handsome young men.

"They must be some famous boy band,"

I murmured to myself with a shrug.

I had never really been interested in K-pop. Apart from hearing a few songs online, I couldn't name a single idol or group. Whoever they were, they clearly had devoted fans. The excited screams erupting from one side of the terminal only confirmed it, I simply smiled to herself and kept walking cause I had a flight to catch. Whatever celebrity had everyone losing their minds today wasn't any of my concern.

A few minutes later, my boarding group was called. I presented my passport and boarding pass with a grateful smile. The woman scanned through them and nodded.

"Have a pleasant flight, Ms. Olivia."

"Thank you." I said, before stepping through the gate.

Without looking back, I boarded the plane. As the plane lifted into the sky, carrying me farther away from Seoul, I closed her eyes to take it all in. My vacation was over and it was time to return to my normal life in Nigeria but little did I know, fate had no intention of letting Seoul—or the mysterious stranger I left behind—become nothing more than a memory.