NB: Celebrities mentioned are fictional. No real idols were harmed (or fucked) in the making of this prompt.

I mean, they're only human! The pressures of fame are intense, and the Korean entertainment industry is famously harsh on celebrities even daring to date other high-profile stars in clean, super-sanitised relationships. There's certainly no acknowledgement of the fact that these women are somehow expected to embark on a career of being (among other things) publicly cute and sexy for several years without ever using that attractiveness to obtain a little bit of what every young woman needs.

Kim Sara is no exception. The lead vocal for SMENT's latest girl group, ICE*STAR, is a tall drink of water, with shimmering black hair, legs for days, and a relatively remarkable bust for someone with a toned dancer's body. Debuting at the relatively ancient age of twenty-four, she quickly became the nation's - nay, the world's sweetheart, with a pretty face and stellar voice that set her apart even in a cutthroat industry loaded with talent.

Unfortunately, she's also got a fairly irrepressible sex drive. After a live performance, she steps off stage sparkling with sweat and burning with energy, a flame burning in her lower abdomen that only grows as she returns to her private dressing room. Luckily, she placed a phone call before the show started, navigating through several layers of existing NDAs to ensure she has company waiting for her.

It's not long before her groupmates start to hear her sweet voice echoing through the walls once more, but this time she's not singing.

Kim Sara, Korea's Princess, is folded into roughly the shape of a pretzel, ankles around her ears, as her favourite cock in all the world ravishes her dripping pussy, slamming her into the makeup bench as she squeals with joy. “Keep me quiet!” she begs, her voice ragged as she remembers how thin the walls are.

He obligingly shoves three fingers into her sweet, talented mouth, giving her something to lightly gag and suck on with almost whorish eagerness as he keeps up his pounding. She rolls her tongue almost drunkenly around his finger, her breath coming in short, hungry, sloppy gasps as her pussy draws him in just as hungrily below.

It's a good thing she never wears the same outfit twice, because the sequined crop top has been torn aside to let her boobs bounce free and her mini shorts were soaked with proof of her arousal before she even reached the dressing room. She hooks her long, slender legs around her paramour's back and draws him closer, begging him with wordless moans to increase his pace, his intensity, to fuck her as senseless as she longs to be.

At just the right time, his thumb finds her clit, pressing just hard enough to make her eyes roll back in her head as she lets out a muffled scream of climax, her pussy gushing lasciviously around the rock-hard shaft that still plumbs deep within her, throbbing eagerly as he approaches his own orgasm.

So… who exactly is Sara's secret lover? I've a few ideas floating around, from the band's manager, to a secret boyfriend, to a member of the security detail or just a fan that she got really fond of after a drunken mistake went right. I'm also a fan of WMAF pairings, so if you want to incorporate some elements of that (minus the nasty raceplay stuff) I'd be happy.

As mentioned, Sara is totally made up, so you can feel free to adjust and tweak her to your tastes. We ain't doing actual celebrity worship here, I just like the scenario of someone with a pristine public image getting absolutely railed when the cameras are off and loving every second.

Romance elements optional but welcome. Other kinks involve outfits, clothing damage, cum, risky sex (both in terms of ‘holy shit they're going to see/hear us’ and ‘holy shit you're going to knock me up and ruin my career’), kissing and teasing, dirty talk, hand and mouth play, hair pulling, manhandling, general rough-but-sweet sex.

Limits are butt stuff, cruel stuff, animal stuff, bathroom stuff, and femdom stuff (I don't mind if you want her to be a bit spoiled or something, but don't expect to run the show once you step off stage, ykwim?)

Scenes could revolve around keeping the secret, getting bolder and bolder with where we do it, etc.

DPP profile has more info if you would like it.