sseulforgii

[sseulforgii]

I… I have no words, honestly 🫣

Initiation

GP! Sugar Mommy Irene and Seulgi x Fem!Reader

Tags: Light BDSM, Petplay, Degradation, Praise

You nervously adjust the blindfold covering your eyes, the soft fabric blocking out the world as you take tentative steps forward, your heart pounding in your chest. The click of your heels against the hardwood floor echoes through the empty room, each step bringing you closer to your potential new life. As an aspiring artist, you've hit rock bottom, desperate for a way out of the financial hole you've dug yourself into. And then, like a beacon of hope in the darkness, you found Irene and Seulgi's ad. They promised a generous allowance, a place to stay, and the freedom to pursue your artistic passions. But first, they insisted on an initiation test.

As you round a corner, the scent of their perfume hits you - a mix of sweet, rich vanilla and a hint of something darker, more mysterious. Your senses are heightened, each detail crystalizing in the absence of sight. You hear the soft rustle of fabric, the faint clink of jewelry. They are here, watching you, assessing you.

"Welcome, darling," a melodic voice purrs, smooth as honey and twice as sweet. Irene. "We've been expecting you." Her hand finds your elbow, guiding you further into the room, her touch electric against your skin.

"And don't you look lovely," another voice chimes in, deeper, more playful. Seulgi. Two hands find your waist, spinning you slowly, drinking in every detail of your appearance. "Such a pretty little thing, aren't you? I can't wait to make you ours."

You blush at their words, a shiver racing down your spine as you feel their eyes on you, seeing you in a way no one else ever has. Irene's fingers trail up your arm, grazing your collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Your breath hitches as another pair of hands settle on your shoulders, slowly, deliberately. They are circling you, toying with you, like a predator stalking prey.

"Arms up," Irene commands softly, and you obey without hesitation, raising your arms above your head. Cool metal encircles your wrists, clicking into place. Handcuffs. Your heart races as the realization hits you - you're at their mercy now.

Seulgi's fingers deftly fasten the second cuff, the metal biting into your skin, a delicious mix of fear and excitement coursing through you. Your arms are pinned above your head, restrained, bound by the cuffs attached to an unseen fixture. You're at their mercy, completely vulnerable, and the thought sends a thrill racing down your spine.

"Such a good girl," Irene coos, her voice a silky caress in the darkened room. Her fingers dance along your collarbone, tracing the swell of your breasts, teasing you through the thin fabric of your shirt. Your nipples strain against the confines of your bra, aching for her touch, craving more.

Seulgi's hands skim down your sides, her nails lightly dragging over your skin, leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. She grips your hips, pulling you flush against her, and you can feel the heat radiating off her body. "We're going to have so much fun together," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear.

Seulgi and Irene circle around you like wolves eyeing a lamb, drinking in the sight of you, arms bound above your head, completely at their mercy. Irene trails a finger along the hem of your skirt, slowly inching it upward, revealing inch after tantalizing inch of your creamy thigh.

"Now, sweet thing," Irene begins, her voice a low purr, "being ours comes with certain... expectations. When you're here, under this roof, you belong to us. Your body, your pleasure, your very being - it's all ours to command."

She hooks a finger in your skirt and yanks it upwards, letting it pool around your waist, leaving you in nothing but your lacy panties and bra. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal. Irene smirks at your predicament, clearly relishing the power she holds over you.

Seulgi chimes in, her fingers skimming up your bare thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "You'll be expected to be available to us at all times. Whenever, wherever, however we want you." Her hand cups your sex possessively through the thin fabric, and you can't help but gasp, your hips bucking slightly into her touch.

"When you're here, you'll be naked. Always," Irene continues, her voice a silky command. "No clothes, unless we give you specific permission to wear something, be it a collar, a maid costume, anything. Or else, your pretty little body should be on display, ready for our pleasure." Your eyes widen at the blunt command, a mix of shock and arousal coursing through you. Irene nods slowly, a wicked glint in her eyes. "And your holes," Seulgi adds, her voice dripping with dark promise as her fingers press more firmly against your clothed sex, "they're ours as well. Anytime, anywhere, we have need of them." She leans in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers, "You'll service us whenever, however we desire. In the kitchen, the living room, even out by the pool if the mood strikes us."

Irene nods in agreement, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "You're not just a pet, darling. You're our fuck toy. Our plaything, to use and enjoy as we see fit." She reaches out and unhooks your bra with a deft flick of her fingers, letting it fall away to reveal your bare breasts. Irene cups one in her hand, kneading it roughly, pinching your nipple between her fingers. "Isn't that right, pet?"

Your breath catches in your throat as you nod, a needy whimper escaping your lips. Irene chuckles darkly, pleased with your submission. "Good girl," she praises, giving your nipple a sharp tug before releasing it.

Seulgi grips the waistband of your panties, her fingers slipping underneath, stroking your most intimate flesh. "Remember, when you're out in the world, doing our errands, living your life, you can be whoever you want to be. Dress however you please, act however you please. But in here..." She tugs your panties down, letting them drop to the floor, leaving you bare and exposed before them. "...you belong to us. Mind, body, and soul."

Irene nods, her eyes roving hungrily over your naked form. "Understand, pet?" she asks, her voice a commanding purr.

"Yes," you breathe out, your voice trembling with anticipation and a deep, dark arousal. "I understand. I'm yours." The words fall from your lips like a prayer, a vow, a promise of devotion.

Seulgi grins, her fingers delving between your legs, stroking your slick folds, feeling the evidence of your desire. "Such a good little fuck toy," she coos, circling your clit with a maddeningly slow rhythm. "We're going to have so much fun breaking you in."

Irene leans in, her breasts pressing against your bare back as she reaches around to cup your sex, her fingers delving into your slick folds without preamble. Her fingers plunge deep inside you, pumping slowly, stretching you open, claiming you thoroughly.

Seulgi grips your chin, tilting your head to the side to expose your neck. She leans in, her tongue tracing the column of your throat before she bites down, marking you as theirs. "Your orgasms are ours," she growls against your skin, her teeth sinking in just hard enough to make you gasp. "You'll only come when we allow it, understand?"

"Y-yes," you whimper out, your hips rocking against Irene's hand, desperate for more friction, more stimulation. Your body is on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and the dark promise of more.

Irene chuckles, the sound vibrating through your back as she curls her fingers inside you, stroking that special spot that makes your toes curl. "Good girl," she praises, her thumb circling your clit rapidly now, pushing you closer to the edge. "You're learning your place so quickly."

Seulgi releases your chin, only to tangle her fingers in your hair, gripping it tightly as she pulls your head back, forcing you to arch into Irene, before crashing her lips against yours in a brutal, demanding kiss. She forces her tongue into your mouth, claiming you, owning you, leaving no doubt about who you belong to now.

As she kisses you, Irene's fingers never stop their relentless assault on your pussy, pumping harder, faster, driving you towards a climax that you know you're not allowed to have. Your body tenses, your muscles pulling taut as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch inside you. Just as you're about to tumble over the edge, Irene wrenches her fingers out of you, leaving you empty and aching, a desperate keen tearing from your throat.

Irene tsks, a dark chuckle rumbling through her chest. "Not yet, pet. The test has just begun, and there is still a lot of fun to be had."

She leans in, breath hot against your ear, voice dropping to a husky whisper. "And your cute little ass," Irene murmurs, delivering a sharp slap to your right cheek, the sting blooming into a pleasant warmth. "Such a perfect handful." Her fingers dig into the supple flesh, kneading it roughly before pulling your cheeks apart, exposing your most intimate hole. "This tight little asshole belongs to us too. We'll fill it, stretch it, use it for our pleasure whenever we want." Irene's finger circles your puckered entrance teasingly, the tip dipping in just slightly before pulling back out.

Seulgi captures your lips in another searing kiss, her tongue dominating yours, claiming your mouth as thoroughly as Irene is claiming your body. She nips at your bottom lip before pulling back, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. "Remember, pet, your pleasure belongs to us now. You'll beg for our touch, crave our attention, and we'll decide when you've earned it."

"Understand?" Irene asks, her voice a dark command as her finger plunges into your asshole, not giving you any warning or time to adjust as she begins pumping it in and out at a brutal pace. Your body clenches around the sudden intrusion, but Irene just chuckles wickedly, forcing you to take it.

"Yes!" you cry out, your voice raw and desperate. "Yes, I understand! I'm yours, all yours!"

"That's our good little fuck toy," Seulgi praises, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. She leans down and captures one of your nipples in her mouth, sucking hard, her teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Her hand snakes between your legs, fingers stroking through your soaked folds, teasing your clit with feather-light touches.

Irene scissors her fingers inside your ass, stretching you wider, preparing you for what's to come. "You're going to be a perfect little toy for us," she promises darkly, her thumb circling your clit rapidly, pushing you closer to the edge.

Seulgi and Irene circle around you like predators, eyeing their new prize. Irene steps forward, trailing a finger along your jawline, tilting your chin up to meet her gaze. "Let's see how well you can take instruction, pet," she purrs, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "On your knees. Show us what that pretty mouth can do besides beg for more."

You quickly sink to your knees, the plush carpet beneath you soft and inviting. Irene's cock springs free as she unzips her slacks, the thick shaft bobbing before your face, already hard and leaking. You lean forward, wrapping your lips around the swollen head, your tongue swirling around it before sucking gently, savoring the salty taste of her arousal.

"Good girl," Irene coos, her fingers threading through your hair, guiding you further onto her shaft. "Such a natural little cock slut. I knew you'd love sucking my dick the moment we saw you." She pulls you down, her cock sliding over your tongue, hitting the back of your throat as she holds you there, letting you adjust to the thickness stretching you open.

Seulgi watches with a wicked grin, slowly stroking her own impressive length as she takes in the sight of you on your knees, servicing Irene. "Look at her, Irene. Our little pet is a natural born cock whore," she says with a dark chuckle. "I can't wait to ruin her throat."

Irene pulls you off her shaft, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the swollen head. "She'll be a perfect little cock warmer for us," Irene agrees, tapping the tip of her dick against your cheek. "Won't you, pet? Always ready and willing to suck us off whenever we need relief?"

Irene and Seulgi exchange a glance, a silent agreement passing between them as they decide the blindfold has served its purpose. Irene reaches out and unties the fabric, slowly pulling it away from your eyes. As the light returns, you blink rapidly, taking in the opulent room you find yourself in. The plush carpet beneath your knees, the rich velvet curtains, the king-sized bed dominating the center of the room. And Irene and Seulgi looming over you, their eyes dark with lust and dark promise.

Seulgi leans down, cupping your chin in her hand, tilting your face up to meet her intense gaze. "Such a good girl, taking your blindfold so well," she praises, her thumb brushing over your kiss-swollen lips.

She unzips her slacks, freeing her girthy shaft. It bobs heavily before your face, the thick veins pulsing with need. Your eyes widen at the sheer size of her, a mix of trepidation and anticipation coursing through you. Seulgi smirks at your expression, wrapping a hand around your throat possessively as she pulls you forward, the head of her cock pushing past your lips, stretching your jaw wide.

"Open wide, little one," Irene purrs, her hand fisting in your hair, holding you steady as Seulgi pushes in deeper, her thick length invading your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with ease. You gag slightly, your throat convulsing around her, but Irene just holds you in place, forcing you to take more of her impressive length.

"Fuck, so tight," Seulgi groans, starting to thrust into your mouth, fucking your face with deep, powerful strokes that make your eyes water. Irene watches with a wicked grin, enjoying the sight of you being used so thoroughly.

"Our little slut is going to be the perfect cock warmer," Irene comments, reaching down to palm your breast, kneading the soft flesh roughly. Her fingers find your nipple, pinching and tugging on the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

Seulgi pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to her throbbing shaft. She grips your hair, pulling your head back as she slaps her heavy cock against your cheek. "Such an obedient little thing, taking me so well," she praises, her voice a dark rumble. She pushes back into your mouth, her thick shaft hitting the back of your throat, making you gag around her. Irene grins wickedly, enjoying the show, her fingers twisting your nipple harder as she watches you struggle to take Seulgi's girthy length.

"Remember pet," Irene purrs, her voice a sinful whisper against your ear, "this is just the beginning. We're going to push you to your limits and beyond. Your body will be our canvas, a plaything for us to use as we see fit."

Seulgi pulls out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting your lips to her throbbing shaft. She grips your hair, pulling your head back as she slaps her heavy cock against your cheek, painting your face with the precum leaking from the swollen head. "You're going to be our perfect little fuck toy," she promises darkly, "ready and willing to service us anytime, anywhere."

Irene grins, palming your other breast roughly as she leans in close, her breath hot against your ear. "And the best part is, as much as we'll use you, fuck you, fill every hole until you're dripping with our cum, we'll take such good care of you too," she murmurs, her voice a sinful promise. "You'll be our treasure, our pretty little doll to cherish and defile."

Seulgi nods, rubbing the leaking head of her cock against your lips, smearing your face with her arousal. "We'll buy you pretty things, spoil you rotten, make sure this sexy body of yours is always looked after." Irene pinches your nipple harder, rolling the bud between her fingers, sending sparks of pleasure racing through you.

Irene takes advantage of your open mouth, pushing two fingers past your lips, thrusting them in and out of your mouth, mimicking the motion of a cock. "Such a good little cock sleeve," Irene praises, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "I can't wait to see how well this tight cunt takes a real dicking."

Seulgi smirks, giving your ass a sharp smack, leaving a red handprint blooming across the supple flesh. "Suck," Irene commands, pushing her fingers deeper, hitting the back of your throat. You obey without hesitation, sucking hard, swirling your tongue around the digits plunging in and out of your mouth.

Seulgi grips your hips, flipping you over onto your hands and knees. The cool air against your dripping sex makes you shiver, your pussy clenching with anticipation. Irene kneels behind you, her hands gripping your ass cheeks, spreading them wide, revealing your most intimate places to their hungry gazes.

"Look at this pretty little hole," Irene murmurs, her finger circling your puckered entrance teasingly. "So tight, just begging to be stretched and filled." She pushes a finger inside, your ass clenching down, trying to suck her in deeper. Irene just chuckles, pumping slowly, letting you adjust to the intrusion.

Seulgi kneels in front of you, gripping your chin, forcing you to meet her intense stare. "Remember pet, this ass is ours now. We'll fill it, stretch it, use it for our pleasure whenever we want." She leans in, crashing her lips against yours in a brutal, dominating kiss, her tongue invading your mouth, claiming you thoroughly. Irene adds a second finger, pumping harder, stretching you wider, preparing you for what's to come.

Irene grips your hips, pulling you back against her as she kneels behind you, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass. "Spread your legs wider, slut," she commands, her voice a low growl. "Let us see that needy little cunt."

You obey without hesitation, widening your stance, revealing your dripping sex to their hungry gazes. Seulgi smirks, settling between your legs, her hands sliding up your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Such a pretty little pussy," she purrs, her fingers brushing through your soaked folds teasingly. "So wet and ready for us already."

Irene grips your ass harder, pulling your cheeks apart, exposing your tight pucker to the cool air. She leans down, her tongue dragging over the sensitive flesh, making you gasp and clench around nothing. "And this ass," Irene murmurs, her voice a dark rumble against your skin, "it's ours now. Our personal fuck hole to use and abuse as we please."

Seulgi grins wickedly, her fingers delving deeper into your dripping sex, pumping slowly, curling to hit that special spot inside you that makes your toes curl. "That's right, pet. Your holes belong to us now. We'll fill them, stretch them, ruin them for anyone else." She leans in, capturing your lips in a brutal, dominating kiss, her tongue invading your mouth, claiming you thoroughly.

Irene chuckles darkly, pressing a finger against your puckered entrance, teasing you with the promise of penetration. "We're going to fuck you until you can't walk straight," she promises, her voice a sinful whisper against your ear. "Until the only thing you can think about is pleasing us, serving us, being our perfect little cock sleeve."

Seulgi breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your mouths as she grins at you, her eyes dark with lust and dark promise. "We'll fuck you in every room of this house," she says, her fingers pumping faster, harder, driving you towards a climax you know you're not allowed to have. Irene presses a second finger into your tight hole, stretching you wider, preparing you for what's to come. "We'll fuck you in the kitchen, bent over the counter as we cook breakfast," Irene continues, her voice a dark promise. "We'll bend you over the back of the couch in the living room, the soft leather cool against your skin as we split you open on our cocks."

Seulgi captures your nipple in her mouth, sucking hard, her teeth grazing the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core. Irene pumps her fingers faster, harder, curling them to hit that special spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back in bliss. "Yes, please..." you whimper out, your hips rocking back against Irene's hand, desperate for more.

"Please what, slut?" Irene demands, giving your ass a sharp smack, leaving a red handprint blooming across the supple flesh. "Beg for it like a good little whore." She pushes a third finger into your tight hole, stretching you deliciously, filling you so full.

"Please, please fuck me!" you cry out, your voice raw and desperate. "Please use me, ruin me, make me your toy!" Your pussy clenches around Seulgi's fingers, dripping with your arousal, soaking her hand as she pumps into your needy cunt.

Seulgi grins wickedly, releasing your nipple with a wet pop. "Such a desperate little fuck doll," she purrs, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "We're going to break you in so good, pet. Mold this sexy body into the perfect toy for our pleasure."

Irene pulls her fingers out of your ass, leaving you empty and aching, clenching around nothing. She grips your hips, pulling you back, lining up her thick shaft with your tight pucker. "Remember, no matter where we are, no matter what we're doing, your holes are always available for us to use," Irene commands, the head of her cock pushing past your tight ring of muscle, stretching you wide around her thick girth.

Seulgi settles between your legs, her girthy shaft pressing against your dripping sex, the heat of it searing your skin. Irene grips your hips tightly, her fingers sinking into the flesh of your ass as she pushes forward, the bulbous head of her cock breaching your tight hole, stretching you impossibly wide around her.

"Fuck, so tight," Irene grunts, her voice strained with pleasure as she sinks deeper, inch after thick inch disappearing inside you, filling you completely. Your back arches, a silent moan tearing from your throat at the sudden intrusion, the delicious stretch of being so utterly full.

Seulgi takes advantage of your open mouth, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep, claiming your mouth as thoroughly as Irene is claiming your ass. She rocks her hips forward, the head of her shaft pushing past your entrance, your slick walls clenching down, trying to suck her in deeper.

Irene starts to move, pulling out slowly until just the tip remains inside you, before slamming back in, burying herself to the hilt in one hard thrust. She sets a brutal pace, fucking into you with deep, powerful strokes that make your eyes roll back in bliss. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your wanton moans and cries of ecstasy.

Seulgi matches Irene's rhythm, her thick shaft plunging in and out of your dripping cunt, stretching you wide, filling you completely. Your body rocks with the force of their thrusts, tits bouncing with each snap of their hips. They fuck you in tandem, their cocks pistoning in and out of your holes, claiming you, owning you, using you for their pleasure.

Your mind goes hazy with sensation, lost in the throes of being so thoroughly taken, so completely fucked. Irene reaches around, finding your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in tight, rapid circles, pushing you closer to the edge. Seulgi leans down, capturing a nipple in her mouth, sucking hard, her teeth grazing the stiff peak, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

Your pussy clenches around Seulgi's plunging shaft, dripping with your arousal, the wet sounds of your coupling filling the room. Irene pistons into your ass harder, her fingers digging into your hips as she chases her release, grunting with the effort of her deep strokes. "Fuck, your ass is gripping me so tightly," Irene growls, her voice strained with pleasure. "Such a perfect little cock sleeve, made to milk our dicks dry."

Seulgi grins against your breast, nipping at the soft flesh before soothing the sting with her tongue. She pounds into you harder, her thick shaft stretching your pussy deliciously, hitting that special spot inside you that makes your toes curl. "That's it, pet. Take our cocks like the needy slut you are," Seulgi commands, her fingers finding your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in quick, rough circles, pushing you closer to the edge.

Your body trembles, your muscles pulling taut as the pleasure mounts, threatening to consume you entirely. Irene leans down, sinking her teeth into the side of your neck, marking you, claiming you as she fucks into you with wild abandon. "We're going to fill you up," Irene promises darkly, her hot breath fanning over your skin. "Pump you full of our cum, mark you as our own personal fuck toy inside and out."

Seulgi captures your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy as she grinds her hips against yours, her thick shaft buried deep inside your spasming cunt. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your vision going white as you scream your release into Seulgi's mouth, your pussy clenching down, milking her cock for all it's worth.

Irene hilts inside you, her shaft pulsing as she finds her own climax, flooding your ass with her hot seed, painting your insides white. She grunts, her hips jerking erratically as she fills you, marking you, claiming you as hers. Seulgi follows a moment later, her shaft throbbing, pumping load after load of her thick cum deep into your cunt, joining Irene in stuffing you full.

They collapse against you, both panting, their sweat-slicked skin pressed against yours as they catch their breath. Irene and Seulgi exchange a satisfied grin over your trembling form.

Your body goes limp between them, trembling with the aftershocks of your intense climax. Irene and Seulgi hold you close, their strong arms wrapping around you, keeping you sandwiched between their sweat-slicked bodies. They press soft kisses to your skin, murmuring praise and dark promises into your ear.

"That's our good girl," Irene coos, her fingers stroking your hair almost tenderly. "Taking our cocks so well, like you were made for it."

Seulgi nods, her hand trailing down your side, cupping the curve of your hip. "Such a perfect little fuck doll," she agrees, her voice a low rumble. "We're going to have so much fun breaking you in completely."

They help you onto the bed, your body sinking into the plush mattress as they settle on either side of you. Irene and Seulgi exchange a look, a silent communication passing between them. They lean in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, their tongues dancing together, leaving you breathless and aching for more.

Their hands roam your body, caressing every curve and contour, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. They touch you like you're a precious treasure, a toy they intend to cherish and defile in equal measure. Irene's fingers find your breast, kneading the soft flesh, rolling your nipple between her fingers until it pebbles under her touch.

Seulgi's hand drifts lower, skimming over your stomach, dipping into your dripping sex. She circles your clit teasingly, her fingers slick with the combined essence of your releases. "Such a messy little slut," she purrs, holding up her coated fingers, the sight of your juices dripping down her digits making your pussy clench with renewed need. "Look how well you took us, pet. Like a proper little cock sleeve."

Irene and Seulgi exchange a triumphant grin, their eyes sparkling with dark satisfaction as they take in your thoroughly fucked form splayed out between them. They gaze at you with a mix of possessive pride and hungry anticipation, knowing they've found the perfect plaything in you.

"We did well, pet," Irene murmurs, her voice a low, approving rumble as her fingers trail over your cheek almost affectionately. "You've passed the test with flying colors."

Seulgi nods, her hand squeezing your hip, pulling you impossibly closer. "Such an obedient little fuck doll," she agrees, her voice dripping with dark approval. "We knew you were the one for us from the moment we laid eyes on you."

Irene smiles wickedly, leaning in to capture your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue invading your mouth, claiming you once more. She pulls back after a long moment, her eyes glinting with wicked promise. "Welcome to your new life, slut. We're going to have so much fun breaking in our perfect little toy."

Seulgi joins in the kiss, her lips finding yours, her own tongue tangling with Irene's as they plunder your mouth. They pull back, leaving you breathless and aching for more. "Get some rest now, pet," she murmurs, her fingers stroking your hair almost tenderly. "You'll need it for what we have planned next."

Irene smirks, her hand drifting down to your breast, squeezing the soft mound roughly. "Sweet dreams, our pretty little fuck doll. Tomorrow, your real training begins." She winks salaciously, the promise of what's to come hanging heavily in the air.

[sseulforgii]

Um I know this might be weird or smt but can i ask for your birthday and month?

Hello anon! This is a bit random. What do you need it for? Uh.. it’s 7th July.

[sseulforgii]

Ningselle! 🫣 Mya, this is *chef’s kiss*

⏾ - top of the class

aespa

pairing - aeri uchinaga x fem!reader x ning yizhou

genre - gxg, non-idol x non-idol, 18+, smut, bully x nerd

part one -> part two

— in which, after getting paired with the university’s nerds, aeri uchinaga and ning yizhou, for a school project, the two decides to get revenge on you for all the bullying that you’ve done to them

warning — MEN AND MINORS DNI, switch!aeri, switch!reader, switch!ning, threesome, fingering, bully!reader, nerd!aeri, nerd!ning, thigh riding, praise, soft degradation, overstimulation, aftercare, etc

a/n - prompt credits to @sseulforgii & @rd0265667

Your sneakers squeaked softly on the title floor as you stepped into the lecture hall five minutes late—again, no one cared, you were you. The girl everyone knew by name, either whispered about in resentment or watched with wide eyes and admiration. You walked like you owned the campus—and in some ways, you did. 

But your confidence faltered when Professor Kang peered at you over the rim of her glasses. 

“Thank you for joining us, Ms. Kang. You’re just in time for the group project assignments.” 

You muttered a lazy “my bad” and slouched into a seat toward the back of the room. 

She shuffled the papers in her hand. “I’ve randomized partners for fairness. Let’s see…Uchinaga Aeri and Ning Yizhou, you’ll be…” 

You barely noticed, not until she continued. 

“...paired with Kang Y/n.” 

You froze. 

No. Absolutely not. 

You knew them. Everyone did—painfully shy, straight-A students, always sitting in the front row, glasses slipping down their noses, wearing faded cardigans and typing too fast during lectures. 

They were harmless and worse—you made it a hobby to mess with them. 

Aeri—all sharp cheekbones, wide doe eyes, and trembling pens—used to flinch when you’d saunter past and knock her books off her desk with a fake-sweet “oops.” 

Yizhou? She once turned tomato-red when you leaned over her shoulder during a quiz pretending to copy her answers while whispering, “Bet you’d beg if I told you to.” 

So no—this couldn’t be happening. 

“Is there a problem?” Professor Kang asked pointedly. 

You clench your jaw, huffing at your aunt. “No, Professor.” 

You caught their glances as you sat again, Yizhou looked confused and Aeri stared a moment too long before blinking away—like she already had something in mind.

You didn’t know it yet, but this project? It would unravel the entire game you thought you’d been winning. 

—

You met them in the library a few nights later, and something felt…off. 

They weren’t wearing their usual baggy layers, Aeri had her hair in a sleek low bun, lips glossed, a black mock-neck shirt tucked into high-waisted jeans that cinched her slim waist and Yizhou wore a cropped sweater and skirt, thick-rimmed glasses still perched on her nose, but her confidence was different—steadier and calculated. 

“You’re late,” Aeri said flatly, not even looking up from her laptop. 

You raised an eyebrow, putting your backpack down onto the floor as you sat down across from the two. “Relax, I’m doing you two a favor just by showing up.” 

“Is that what you think this is?” Yizhou replied softly, tilting her head. “Us needing you?” 

Your smirk faltered at her words, leaning back in your chair while crossing your arms. 

Aeri shut her laptop and leaned in, her arms resting on the table. “You’ve spent a semester teasing us, humiliating us and now you have to sit here, behave, and work with us.” 

“And?” you snapped. 

“And,” she said, her voice like honey laced with venom, “we think it’s time you learned what it feels like.” 

You blinked, taken back by the junior girl’s words. 

Yizhou smiled—slow and sweet. “Ever wonder why we didn’t report you? Why we never pushed back?” 

Your heart thudded once—hard. 

“Because it’s more fun to watch you unravel,” Aeri whispered. 

And in that moment—sitting in the library across from the two people you thought were weak, harmless, and beneath you—you realize something. 

They didn’t want revenge in the way you thought—they wanted you and they wanted you broken open for them. 

—

The library was quieter than usual that night. 

You sat at the long study table, legs crossed, hood pulled low, pen tapping onto the notebook in front of you and you're growing restless. You’d shown up early this time, if only to prove a point—that you weren’t rattled, that you weren’t thinking about what Aeri said last time, and that you weren’t bothered by the smirk Yizhou wore when she leaned across the table and murmured, “We know what you need.” 

You weren’t thinking about it—not at all. 

Until you looked up, and saw them. 

Aeri walked in first, the soft click of her boots announcing her, black sweater tucked into a plaid skirt that shouldn’t have been legal in a study space. Her glasses were gone today, replaced by winged eyeliner and a quiet smirk. Behind her, Yizhou followed with her hair tied up in a silk ribbon, oversized cardigan slipping off one shoulder like a careless tease. 

They looked like trouble, like they knew exactly what they were doing. 

You hated how your thighs clenched at the sight. 

“We’re working in the private study room,” Aeri said casually, without waiting for your input. 

You followed, because of course you did. 

The door clicked shut behind you, muffling the rest of the library. 

Yizhou took the chair opposite of yours and Aeri sat beside you…too close. 

You tried to focus on the laptop screen she pulled up, some slides on the ethics of surveillance in modern society but her knee brushed yours under the table—deliberate. Her perfume curled in your nose—soft vanilla, something expensive and warm. You were used to being the one who flustered people. Why the hell were you feeling so…aware? 

Yizhou’s voice interrupted your spiral. 

“You didn’t do the outline,” she said flatly, scrolling through the shared doc. “Again.” 

You shrugged, feigning confidence. “Didn't think you two needed help. Aren't you both like the genius type?” 

Aeri leaned over. “Maybe we just wanted to see how far you’d coast before we started keeping score.” 

You met her gaze. “Is that what this is? You’re keeping score now?” 

She tilted her head slightly, “You bullied us, laughed at us, and told people we were little ‘projects’.” her voice dropped. “I think it’s time you earned your grade.” 

You shifted in your seat, pulse ticking faster. 

Yizhou slid her leg between yours under the table—not touching, but close. Close enough. 

“You’ve been acting like a brat for months,” she said softly. “And you still expect everyone to fall at your feet.” 

You forced out a scoff at the Chinese girl. “And yet you both can’t stop looking at me.” 

That’s when Aeri leaned in—too close, her lips brushing your ear. 

“Oh baby,” she whispered, “we’re not looking. We’re planning.” 

The heat shot down your spine from the feeling of the Japanese girl’s breath on your ear. 

“Planning what?” you rasped. 

Yizhou smiled sweetly—eyes gleaming. “How best to make you beg.” 

And then she pulled her chair back, slow and graceful, patting her lap.

“Come here.” 

You blinked, confused and caught off guard. “What?” 

“She told you to ride,” Aeri said. “You’ve been on your throne all year, acting like you own us. So let’s see what happens when you’re the one grinding to behave.” 

You hesitated, your pride screamed at you to walk away but your body was already moving, like it knew something your mind refused to admit. 

You straddled Yizhou’s thigh, palms on her shoulders for balance. Her skirt was soft beneath you—her leg firm and warm. 

“Start slow,” she said, voice sugar-sweet and laced with command. “No hands. Earn it.” 

Aeri watched, chin resting on her hand, eyes raking you in like a queen admiring her prey. 

You swallowed, moving your hips—once, then again, slow friction through your jeans making your breath catch in your throat. 

You didn’t know if this was a punishment or a reward. 

And you didn’t care. 

Because for the first time—in your months of playing cruel games—you finally felt like the one being played. 

And fuck, it felt good. 

You weren’t sure how long you’d been grinding on Yizhou’s thigh. Time had melted, your thoughts reduced to heat and friction, to the steady flex of her muscle beneath you and the smirk on her lips when your breath hitched.

Aeri hadn’t said a word since she told you to "earn it."

She didn’t have to.

Her silence was sharper than any insult.

You tried to maintain control—hips slow, grinding only enough to keep your pride intact. But the Chinese girl’s hands skimmed under your top, palms warm on your waist, guiding you. Encouraging you. Your breathing was ragged now, chest rising and falling as your jeans grew damp between your thighs.

“I thought bullies didn’t whimper,” Yizhou murmured, her lips brushing your ear.

You stiffened.

Aeri stood.

She didn’t rush. She simply circled the table, and with every step closer, your body tensed—with want, with fear, with the thrill of not knowing what she would do.

She knelt in front of you.

And your breath caught.

“Lift up,” she said, voice even.

You obeyed without thinking. Her hands reached under your jeans, smooth and confident, and pulled them down your thighs—your underwear too.

The cold air shocked your skin.

But it was nothing compared to the way Aeri stared up at you—cool and unreadable—before her tongue traced the inside of your thigh. Once. Softly.

Then she sat back on her heels. Hands on her lap.

“You’re not ready,” she said simply.

Your hips jerked, involuntarily chasing friction. “What?”

Ning’s grip tightened on your waist. “She said you’re not ready.”

Your pulse thundered in your ears.

You were soaking, flushed and aching.

And they were taking it away.

“Please…” you whispered. You weren’t sure who you were begging.

Aeri’s eyes narrowed.

“You want us to make you cum?” she asked, voice cruelly patient.

You nodded.

“Then stop acting like you’re still in charge,” she said.

And then she stood, whispering to Yizhou as she passed, “Not yet. Let her drip for us first.”

You didn’t get to come that night.

You walked home soaked, trembling and empty.

And when your phone lit up hours later—when you saw Yizhou’s message: Come over tomorrow. Wear something easy to take off. 

You didn’t hesitate.

—

The next night, you stood in front of their apartment door in a black hoodie, shorts underneath, and nothing else. 

You knocked. 

The door opened to Aeri in a white silk robe and glasses, her face unreadable and her voice soft. 

“You’re late.” 

You didn’t even try to answer. 

Inside, Yizhou was already on the bed—legs crossed, hair in a bun, and sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She patted the sheets. 

“You listened,” she said, eyeing your bare legs as you stepped out of your shorts. “Good girl.” 

The praise sent a thrill up your spine. 

Aeri approached behind you, sliding the hoodie over your arms. “You’re dripping already. Were you thinking about us all day?” 

You nodded. 

Yizhou pulled you onto the bed and spread your legs, pulling your panties off. “Let’s see if you’re ready for your real lessons.” 

And then her mouth was on you.

Soft tongue, slow rhythm, fingers curling inside you until you were trembling — babbling broken syllables, arching into her touch.

Aeri watched for a moment. Then climbed behind you, her chest pressed to your back, lips on your ear.

“You look better like this,” she whispered. “Not so cocky now, are you?”

You shook your head.

“Beg,” Yizhou said, voice muffled between your legs.

You obeyed.

And when Aeri finally slipped the strap into place and guided you forward, your lips parting around a gasp—your body already wrecked from Yizhou’s tongue—you knew you’d just barely passed the first exam.

And finals?

They hadn’t even started yet.

They had you exactly where they wanted.

On your knees, arms trembling, cheek pressed to the bed as Aeri fastened the harness behind you. Every buckle was deliberate. Every adjustment is a pause to let your anticipation rise like steam—slow, thick, unbearable.

Yizhou was sitting on a stack of pillows now, legs parted, chin on her palm, watching you like a pretty little experiment. She was already naked except for the black silk ribbon she'd tied into her bun.

You hated how badly you wanted her again.

"You wet already?" Aeri asked behind you, tugging on the strap once more. The soft click of the lube cap opening sent your heart racing.

You nodded, throat too tight to answer. You could feel your arousal dripping down your thigh.

"You’re leaking on the sheets," Yizhou said with a smirk. “Hope you’re ready for cleanup duty later.”

You groaned, half from embarrassment, half from the way Aeri's fingers dipped between your legs—two of them slipping in with no resistance.

“Still loose from last night,” Aeri murmured, curling her fingers. “But let’s stretch you a little more.”

You whimpered, hands clawing at the bedspread as she fingered you—slow, unhurried, like she had all night to ruin you again.

“You’re really gonna cry for it again, aren’t you?” Yizhou teased, brushing a thumb under your eye. “Poor baby. All that attitude, and now you beg with your hips.”

“P-please…”

“Please what?” Aeri asked, withdrawing her fingers.

“Please f—fuck me.”

Aeri’s laugh was low. "Thought so."

She lined the strap up and slid in with one slow thrust—your breath hitching hard as your body stretched around her. Inch by inch until she was buried deep and your vision swam.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Aeri muttered under her breath.

And then she started to move.

Rhythmic. Measured. Hips rolling into yours in steady pulses that had your moans muffled into the bed. You felt her hand grip your waist harder each time you tried to squirm away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Aeri snapped, thrusting harder.

Yizhou crawled forward then, her lips pressing to yours. She pulled your face up, kissing you through the gasps and groans—tongue slow and warm, while her hand slid down your stomach.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” she whispered, and your body seized in anticipation.

Aeri grunted behind you, fucking you rougher now, watching every bounce of your ass, every twitch in your thighs. “Take it. You wanted this.”

“Yes—fuck, yes,” you sobbed.

Then Yizhou pulled you off Aeri’s cock with a sharp tug—and you cried out at the loss, trembling, empty.

Your breath hadn’t even recovered before Yizhou sat on the bed and yanked you by your jaw between her thighs.

“Clean her first,” she said, breath hot. “Then I’ll let you cum.”

You fell into her heat, licking and moaning into her folds as she threaded her fingers through your hair. She rocked gently, riding your tongue, praising and degrading you in equal measure.

“Such a messy girl,” she whispered, arching. “You’re better like this. Mouth full. Mind gone.”

Behind you, Aeri didn’t stay idle. She slid two slick fingers back inside your entrance and started fucking you again—slow and torturous.

Tongue on Yizhou. Fingers from Aeri. Your body burning.

You came suddenly, too hard, a cry muffled by Yizhou’s thighs as your legs gave out.

But they weren’t done.

“Oh no,” Aeri murmured, pulling you back by your hair and flipping you over. “One orgasm doesn’t cut it.”

And just like that, she slid back in and started again.

Your legs trembled. Your voice cracked. But you didn’t stop them. You couldn’t.

They took you apart. Slowly. Thoroughly.

And when you came again—eyes glossy, body limp—they let you fall back into soft sheets, chest heaving.

—

The bath water was already running.

Yizhou carried you like you weighed nothing, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder as she sank into the warm tub with you in her lap.

Aeri followed, sliding behind you and pulling your back to her chest.

No words for a while—just the soft sound of the faucet, the steam rising, fingers stroking your thighs under the water.

“You okay?” Yizhou finally asked, nuzzling into your damp neck.

You nodded against Aeri’s collarbone. “Just…sore. Happy.”

Aeri kissed your temple. “You were good. For once.”

You rolled your eyes weakly. “You’re lucky I like you.”

She smiled for real then. "I know."

And for the first time, you let them hold you without resistance.

You didn’t need to fight anymore.

Because maybe—just maybe—this wasn’t about revenge anymore.

It was something else entirely.

—

The afterglow from last night still clung to your skin when you stepped into the classroom the next morning. You’d barely slept—body sore, mind even worse off. Your project was in hand, finished hours before the deadline, but your thoughts were everywhere except academic. 

Especially with how Aeri had kissed your shoulder before she left your dorm or how Yizhou had pulled the blanket over you without saying a word—but stayed curled next to you until dawn. 

They hadn’t said anything about what it all meant. 

You hadn’t asked. 

But that morning, you noticed everything. Aeri looked at you twice when you passed her seat, Yizhou tapped her pencil against the desk but didn’t speak until your name slipped from her lips—quietly, like a secret. 

“Meet us in the library study room. Midnight.” 

No argument and no explanation. Just the command. 

And you obeyed. 

—

The study room was dimly lit, locked from the inside. Aeri was already seated at the edge of the table, legs spread slightly, dressed in soft grey cotton and a dark cardigan that should’ve made her look harmless—except nothing about the way she looked at you was harmless. 

Yizhou shut the door behind you and twisted the lock. 

“You were late,” she murmured, voice dangerously soft. 

“Five minutes,” you breathed. 

“Five too many,” Aeri said. 

It happened fast after that.

Hands on your jacket. Mouths on your neck. They undressed you like they’d done it a hundred times before—like your body already belonged to them.

They made you kneel again—but this time, on the polished wood of the library table, skirt bunched around your hips.

Yizhou kissed you from behind while Aeri buckled the strap-on tight again. That familiar click made your spine arch with need.

“You really let us ruin you,” Yizhou whispered, licking the shell of your ear.

“You like it when we make the rules,” Aeri added, stepping closer, the silicone tip grazing your folds.

“Yes,” you whimpered. “I like being yours.”

Aeri drove into you with one deep thrust.

You gasped, body jerking forward—your palms flat on the tabletop as Yizhou cupped your chin and kissed you slow, deep.

“You think about this all day, don’t you?” Aeri asked, thrusting again.

“Yes.”

“Tell us,” Yizhou demanded. “Tell us what you are.”

“Yours,” you moaned, breathless. “I’m yours.”

That was when the door handle rattled.

You froze.

Aeri didn’t stop.

Yizhou put a hand over your mouth, smirking. “You better stay quiet.”

Whoever was on the other side jiggled the knob once more. A pair of voices—distant, drunk, and passing by.

Aeri picked up the pace, your moans muffled under Yizhou’s palm. Her strap hit deep—angled perfectly—sending you over the edge before you even realized you were there.

Your body convulsed. You came with your thighs trembling and your mind blank.

But they didn’t let up.

Yizhou flipped you onto your back this time, climbing onto the table. “My turn.”

She didn’t wait.

She straddled your face.

The taste of her hit your tongue and you moaned against her core, licking messily, desperately—even as your body still pulsed from overstimulation.

Aeri was kissing your inner thighs now, rubbing lazy circles over your clit while she watched you eat Yizhou out.

“God, you’re beautiful like this,” she whispered.

“Mine,” Yizhou panted above you, grinding harder. “She’s mine right now.”

“Not for long.”

When Yizhou finally came—shaking, breathless, tugging your hair—you thought maybe, maybe they were finished.

But then Aeri lifted you off the table, sat in a chair, and pulled you onto her lap.

You sank onto her strap again, face buried in her shoulder, arms wrapped tight around her.

“Ride me,” she whispered. “Until you can’t anymore.”

You did.

Until your voice broke. Until tears streamed down your cheeks from overstimulation. Until Aeri pulled you against her chest and Yizhou ran fingers through your sweat-damp hair.

“You did so well,” Yizhou murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Perfect girl,” Aeri said into your hair.

You were sobbing, overwhelmed—but it wasn’t pain anymore.

It was something else.

—

The days after the library changed everything. 

You sat in class next to Aeri, fingers brushing beneath the table, Yizhou stealing glances over her shoulder and smirking when your face flushed. 

You weren’t subtle. Not anymore. 

But you still weren’t prepared when someone noticed. 

“You three have gotten…close,” Kim Chaewon, a girl from our department said one afternoon. Casual, with a venom edge. “Must be nice, group projects and whatever else.” 

You stiffened. Yizhou’s hand slipped into yours under the table.

Aeri didn’t flinch. She just turned and smiled sweetly. “You jealous?”

Chaewon blinked. Didn’t reply. Didn’t need to—because her gaze lingered on you a second too long before walking away.

Your stomach twisted.

But later, in the privacy of Aeri’s apartment, it turned into something else.

Jealousy.

Possession.

Need.

That night, the three of you didn’t waste time.

The moment the door shut behind you, you had Aeri pressed against it, kissing her hard, tongue greedy, hands under her sweater.

Yizhou pulled you back by the collar. “You think you’re in charge now?”

You smirked. “Let me try.”

They let you.

You stripped them both—slowly, reverently, as if memorizing every inch. Aeri’s eyes darkened with curiosity. Yizhou’s with hunger.

“On the bed,” you ordered.

And they obeyed.

Aeri laid down first, legs parted. Yizhou kneeled beside her, hand ghosting over her hip. You stood at the edge of the bed, pulling out the toy—a slim, vibrating plug and a double strap-on with harnesses for both of them.

Aeri gasped. “You’ve been planning.”

“Studying,” you corrected, strapping Yizhou in first. “Extra credit.”

Then you slid the plug into Aeri—slow and teasing—while Yizhou watched, breathing hard.

You kissed Aeri as she whined under the stretch, then climbed over Yizhou, guiding her into position behind Aeri’s hips.

“Both of you ready?”

Aeri whimpered. “Please.”

You guided Yizhou’s strap into Aeri first—deep and deliberate—and pressed the toy in tandem.

Aeri’s head fell back instantly. Her thighs shook.

“Too much?” you asked.

She shook her head, panting. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Yizhou’s pace was punishing. Your fingers toyed with Aeri’s clit while she took both, gasping, twitching, eyes rolling back.

“You’re ours,” you growled in her ear.

Aeri cried out. “Yes—yes—yours—”

You pulled Yizhou down and kissed her roughly, the strap grinding between her thighs. She groaned against your mouth.

“You next,” you promised.

—

You didn’t lie.

After Aeri collapsed in a blissed-out daze, you turned your attention to Yizhou—laying her on her back, mouth between her thighs, the strap still wet from Aeri’s slick.

Yizhou bucked under you, whimpering, shaking.

“Sensitive?” you teased, fingers curling inside her.

“Don’t care,” she gasped. “Keep going—don’t stop—”

She came against your mouth, one hand gripping your hair, the other trembling as Aeri crawled up beside her, pressing soft kisses to her flushed cheek.

You lay beside them after, breathless, sweaty, and aching in the best way.

Aeri curled up behind you. Yizhou pulled the blanket over your shoulders.

“You’re dangerous,” Yizhou whispered. “We didn’t think you’d…feel this good.”

“Didn’t think you’d care,” you murmured.

Aeri kissed your temple. “We do.”

You didn’t sleep that night. You just held them—and let yourself believe.

—

The rumors started the following week. 

Someone had seen you sneaking out of Aeri’s building early in the morning, someone else claimed that Yizhou had been caught making out with “a certain project partner” in a shadowed hallway on campus. 

And because you weren’t subtle anymore, no one was surprised. 

What hurt wasn’t that people were whispering. 

It was that they were whispering about them. 

Your girls. The ones who had spent weeks beneath your hands, between your legs, moaning your name and holding you after. The ones who never made you feel stupid, even when you cried into their arms or stared at them too long in the library. 

So when you heard someone call Aeri “a fucking tryhard slut” in the middle of a crowded hallway, you snapped. 

“Say that again.” 

The guy blinked, clearly not expecting you to speak up. 

“I dare you,” you said, stepping into his space. 

He didn’t. 

But you were still shaking when Aeri found you in the stairwell, eyes glossy, jaw clenched. 

“She’s not,” you muttered. “You’re not…none of this is—” 

Aeri kissed you to shut you up—not soft and not sweet. 

Hard and hot. Tongue against teeth. 

When she pulled back, her voice was hoarse. “Come with me.” 

—

Yizhou was already in Aeri’s room, curled up on the bed in a hoodie and nothing else, legs bare,and lips parted like she was waiting for you. 

And the look she gave you when you entered, raw and possessive, made your knees weak. 

“You okay?” she asked. 

“No,” you said honestly. “Not really.” 

She held her hand out and you took it. 

Aeri came up behind you, fingers trailing over your waist. “Let us help.” 

You didn’t speak. 

You let them take your shirt off, let Yizhou slide down your pants, lips brushing the waistband of your panties as she knelt. 

Let Aeri kiss your neck, soft and reverent. 

Then it shifted. 

They had you on the bed, Yizhou between your legs, her tongue skilled and slow, taking her time. Aeri straddled your chest, her mouth on yours, fingers tangled in your hair. 

“Let us take care of you,” Yizhou whispered against your thigh. 

You whined. 

Aeri bit your lip gently, smirking. “You like being ours, don’t you?” 

You nodded, breathless. 

They made you say it—again and again. 

Yours. 

Yours. 

Yours. 

And when you came, thighs shaking, hands in Yizhou’s hair, you didn’t feel ashamed. You felt grounded, worshipped, and wanted. 

After, they curled around you—warm, safe, and full of quiet affection. 

And even though the world outside the room was still whispering, you didn’t care. 

They had you and you had them. 

—

The email came during your first lecture. 

“Re: Code of Conduct Violation Inquiry.” 

Your heart dropped, it wasn’t from the dean, but it was from the Academic Integrity Office and the subject line alone made your stomach twist. 

You barely read the words. “Anonymous complaint. Inappropriate relationship. Group project misconduct.” 

There were only three people you’d shared this project with, and two of them had licked tears off your cheeks just a night ago. 

When you finally found them, they were together, tucked behind the library archives in a silent study room. Aeri’s laptop glowed, note’s spread around them in pristine outlines only she could make and Yizhou had her head on Aeri’s shoulder, eyes half-closed, chewing the end of a pen. 

They looked up when you entered. 

You didn’t speak, you just held out your phone. 

Aeri’s face darkened as she read the email and Yizhou sat up slowly, a frown carving onto her lips. 

“Anonymous?” Yizhou asked, voice low. “That’s fucking cowardly.” 

“It’s not just about me,” you said. “It could hurt you both.” 

Aeri looked up sharply. “No, you’re not doing that.” 

“Doing what?” 

“Taking the blame like this was your fault. Like we didn’t want it just as much.” 

You blinked. “But I—” 

“We’re not letting this thing be something we regret,” Yizhou added. “Not now, not when we finally have you.” 

There was a pause, and then Aeri reached into her bag, pulled out a silk tie from her coat’s inner pocket. 

Yizhou raised an eyebrow. 

Aeri smiled. “You said you wanted to stop overthinking?” 

Your pulse jumped. 

“Let us take care of that too,” Yizhou whispered. 

—

The room was dim when they blindfolded you. 

Soft jazz played through Aeri’s speakers, something warm and instrumental. Your wrists were tied loosely in front of you with her silk scarf. You weren’t restrained—just held. Anchored. 

Yizhou kissed down your shoulder, lips like velvet, whispering praise into your skin. 

“So pretty like this.” 

“So good when you let go.” 

You couldn’t see them, only feel. The gentle hum of the toy between your thighs—low at first, a purr that made your hips twitch. 

Aeri held the remote. You could feel her fingertips grazing your stomach, pressing tiny, teasing circles just above your navel.

Then Yizhou’s tongue joined the toy.

You gasped—guttural, involuntary.

They didn’t stop.

Aeri leaned in close, her lips brushing your ear. “Want to cum?”

You nodded desperately.

“Too bad,” she purred.

Click. The toy powered down.

You whimpered.

Yizhou licked her lips and giggled softly. “You should see how wrecked you look.”

Eventually, they relented.

Not before they had you straddling Yizhou’s thigh, riding her slow and messy while Aeri pressed the toy back to your clit—hard and constant—her fingers sliding in deep.

Not before Aeri slipped into the strap, letting you watch her slick it with your arousal before fucking you with soft, rocking thrusts that made you sob against Ning’s mouth.

And not before Yizhou begged to be next, guiding your fingers inside her while she rode them, high and tight and trembling, until she cried your name.

When you were all shaking, sweaty, and too sensitive to move, Aeri gathered the three of you on her bed.

She cleaned you with warm water and a towel. Yizhou kissed the inside of your wrist. You clung to both of them like you might disappear otherwise.

“Let them come,” Aeri said softly. “Let them try to ruin this.”

Yizhou rested her cheek on your chest. “They have no idea who they’re dealing with.”

—

It wasn’t just a warning anymore.

The Academic Integrity Office had summoned the three of you for a joint inquiry.

“We don’t have to attend together,” you said quietly. “If we separate, you won’t go down with me.”

Aeri’s eyes snapped to yours. “That’s not even an option.”

“You’re not our sin, Y/N,” Yizhou murmured, squeezing your fingers. “You’re the only thing that’s ever felt right.”

You didn’t believe them—not completely. Not yet.

Which was probably why you were shaking when you showed up at Aeri’s apartment the night before the hearing.

And maybe why you ended up on your knees, completely stripped and blindfolded, with your hands behind your back, trembling.

“Words, baby,” Aeri said, voice low and velvety. “Color?”

“Green,” you whispered.

A soft kiss at the top of your spine. “Good girl.”

Yizhou walked in then, barefoot, wearing a loose button-down. You could hear the subtle click of lube being opened, could feel the cool press of something blunt against your entrance.

A toy. One of Aeri’s favorites. One you’d begged her to use.

But tonight it wasn’t punishment.

It was surrender.

As Yizhou eased the toy inside, slow and reverent, Aeri knelt in front of you and tilted your chin up. “You don’t get to sacrifice yourself for us. That’s not strength—it’s fear.”

She kissed you gently. “Let us carry some of this.”

You whimpered as the toy shifted deeper, hips twitching.

Yizhou’s hand settled on your back. “You’re doing so well. Letting go so beautifully.”

Then her fingers were between your thighs, teasing your clit with just enough pressure to make you gasp. The toy filled you, and Aeri’s kisses kept you grounded while Ning drove you higher—gentle, rhythmic, consistent.

You came like a confession—soft and shaking, chanting their names like prayer.

They didn’t stop.

They whispered everything they’d been too scared to say. That they were falling for you. That they didn’t want it to stop. That they’d never let anyone take this away from them.

You sobbed through your second orgasm.

And your third.

Until Aeri lifted the blindfold off and kissed your damp cheeks.

“Look at us, baby,” she whispered. “Look at who we are now.”

Yizhou curled around you, face pressed to your collarbone. “We’re not your enemies anymore.”

“We’re yours,” Aeri added softly. “If you’ll have us.”

You nodded, burying yourself in their arms.

For once, you didn’t feel like you had to be the strongest person in the room.

You just had to be theirs.

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don't wanna break up again. » kang seulgi

pairing ⥬ seulgi x f!reader

genre ⥬ fluff

summary ⥬ maybe your situationship with seulgi ended a few times, but so what? never stopped anyone before.

warnings ⥬ seulgi is a flirt, reader is a loser, protective karina, aespa girls love to tease

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"Okay, wait—Let me get this straight.” Karina chimed in, putting a pause to your rambling. The small friend group transferred their focus to her as she spoke. “You’re thinking about getting back together? This would be what, your third time?”

You sighed, nodding to respond. Winter snickered as Karina groaned, “What were you expecting? That girl really has a hold on her.” The puppy grabbed your shoulder and gave you an understanding look, which you appreciated. It was nice being around your closest friends in a relatively empty cafe, the only other people being busy students.

“I know, but come onnnnn…”

“Hey, it’s better than that time I was dating that really toxic guy. You all remember that era.” Giselle shrugged and the others nodded. It was a crazy time hearing about the shit she was going through, and you were glad she made it out of there. You still vividly remember the day Karina went into a screaming match with the asshole for making her best friend cry. “Tough times.”

Ningning thought to herself for a moment, and everyone waited for her to say her opinion on your situation. “Well, I have to admit…” Karina hoped that the girl would be on her side to balance it all out. “She is hot.”

The girl facepalmed and pouted to herself, everyone seeming to be ganging up against her. “Seriously! You guys don’t think that twice is enough? It’s bound to happen again after this, it’s in the pattern.” Karina reasoned, and you were hearing out her concerns.

“We weren’t official yet! Yeah we probably will stop seeing each other before things get serious, I’ll be honest, but if that means getting to be with her one more time, I’ll do it.” You smiled thinking about her, and the rest of the group pretended to be sick at your cheesiness. They were always sick of your lovesick expressions anyway, so nothing new.

Winter shook her head disappointingly. “I stick up for you, yet you make us suffer with these stupid confessions. Maybe I’ll switch over to the dark side.”

“Dark side? Excuse me? More like a realistic side.” Karina fought.

Giselle rolled her eyes. “Who really cares about being realistic these days?” She clapped her hands together and shifted her eyes to you, her orbs glimmering with hope. “Please tell me she’s attending that little house party you’re throwing.”

You fought the grin that was oncoming, but it showed anyway. “Yes, oh my god. She’s coming, I invited her, I totally forgot!”

“She’s so fun to be around, you can’t lie, Rina.” Giselle nudged the pouty girl.

She sighed and put her hands up in the air as if to surrender. “Fine, I’ll give you that. She’s a nice person with a fun personality, yeah, whatever.”

“Okay, fine, trust me this time. I will not give into the voices in my head. There will be no break up number three, I promise!”

And god did you regret those words as you stared at the new arrivals to the function, the prettiest girl shining through the little crowd swarming your downstairs. Kang Seulgi—wearing the brightest pink you’d ever seen in the form of a crop top that showed way too much skin and miniskirt—had come a little later than the others. Her dark hair was styled in waves, and her makeup defined those perfectly sculpted features of hers.

Giselle, who held a small cup of water, smirked as she caught sight of your girl as well. “Good luck keeping that promise.” You whined as you dragged your hands across your face, the desire to have Seulgi so overwhelming. Your friend gave a hearty laugh, hitting your shoulder. “You’re hopeless. Well, I’m gonna go find the rest of us. If you don’t want her, I’ll take her!”

You turned to glare at her as she walked away after that stupid joke. You whispered under your breath, ‘I do want her, you just won’t let me have her…’, and crossed your arms. So much for having good friends. They wouldn’t even stay and keep you company. Tsk.

“Y/n?”

The small voice and the tap on your shoulder caused you to spin around as fast as possible. Suddenly, you were in a trance, your eyes focused on that adorable smile. “Hi.” You watched her lips move, the sound of her speaking as smooth as honey.

“H-Hi,” You cursed yourself mentally, your cheeks reddening as you stuttered. Your eyes met hers as you cleared your throat. “Seulgi. Hi, Seulgi.”

ARGH, Why are you doing that?!

The girl giggled at your unusual behavior. “Nervous?” Seulgi questioned, but all you could do was shrug with a shy expression. “But it’s just me, don’t be so nervous.”

Her hand landed on your arm, an electric current running through your body at the touch. As much as you tried not to, you tensed up. Who let her look this good? And why was this look affecting you to this extent? You were barely functioning just looking at her. She rubbed your arm to comfort you, but you could only bite your cheek and lean into the feeling.

“I’m not nervous, who said nervous? I didn’t!” You sounded like a total idiot, so you tried to change the topic. “You, uh—look so pretty tonight, I mean, you always look really pretty all the time, not just right now. But you do look pretty right now, like you always do.”

Fuck.

Seulgi smiled sweetly. “Thank you.” She took her hand away and looked at your entire figure. You felt a bit warm under her gaze, but you were certainly not prepared for her to throw you into an embrace, her arms wrapped around your torso. You were sure that she could feel your heart jumping out of your chest. “I missed you. You never texted.”

Neither did you…

“Sorry, I’ve been a bit busy.” You explained, finally reciprocating her hug. She hummed in your arms, squishing into you as much as possible.

“Too busy for me?” Seulgi teasingly asked, but you knew she was being a bit genuine. She was a fan of receiving attention, particularly yours. You managed to inhale her perfume, her scent invading your olfactory senses. It was so sweet—maybe some trace of a fruit you couldn’t name—but all you could think about was how she left that same smell all over your bedroom when she was last over, the scent still lingering as of now.

You felt her cling onto you, making you realize that she had been waiting for an actual answer. “No, never too busy for you. You know that well.” You felt her cheek against your chest tense as her smile grew in size. The mountain you were trying to climb out of must’ve been 200 feet tall, and there was no chance of you making it. There was no getting over these feelings for the bear.

She pulled away reluctantly, teasing her hair by playing with the ends. “Thirsty?”

Thirsty…for other things.

You bit your cheek at the intrusive thought and shook your head. “I’m fine. How about you? You can grab something from the table I set up.”

Seulgi took a peek over your shoulder at the slightly crowded area and shrugged. “Okay!” You were expecting her to go off on her own similarly to Giselle, but she pulled you along by the arm. You just followed her obediently, your mind stuck on how soft her palms were.

The area was clear enough for you both to get drinks comfortably as the clump of people began to move toward the living room. Seulgi grabbed a cup and put a finger to her bottom lip to think—probably thinking of what to choose.

On the other hand, you were thinking about how soft her lips must be. You recalled her always wearing that strawberry chapstick after you stated it tasted good on her, so you wondered if she tasted like strawberries. You are going to fail...

You caught a glimpse of your friends from behind her and they all gave knowing looks, all except Karina. She looked a bit bothered, although she was still listening to whatever Ningning was whispering into her ear. You knew that they were trying to see if you could stick to the promise you had made leading up to the party, and if they were in your head, they’d see how poorly you were doing.

“Y/n?” You looked back to the bear, who had been looking at you. She saw you eyeing the space behind her, so instinctively, she turned. The moment she spotted your friends, she waved. They all waved back with a smile except—of course—Karina. You were starting to worry about her little vendetta against Seulgi.

Seulgi abandoned her empty cup and grabbed your arm once more, pulling you along as she walked over to them. Giselle and Winter gave each other a look you knew too well and you shot a piercing glare. Glaring at them was going to be your most repeated action, yet it did nothing as they snickered to themselves. “Hello! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you guys. How are you?” Seulgi questioned to spark a conversation while she brushed her hair back behind her shoulder.

Ningning saw how the girl’s hand stayed latched onto your wrist and smirked. “Oh, we’re all doing well. Just enjoying our time here. What about you? Enjoying yourself?” You mouthed curses at the girl as her teasing was so obvious.

Thankfully, you were standing beside the most oblivious bear ever. “Yeah! I always enjoy being at Y/n’s place. Feels like a second home.”

Karina rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. You chose to ignore her behavior as she was going to be stubborn about this like how she was generally in everything. Giselle raised both eyebrows to Seulgi, “Second home, huh? That’s cute. Would you still consider it your second home after everything?”

The grip on your wrist tightened and you automatically knew Seulgi must’ve felt a bit uncomfortable by the teasing. She wasn’t used to the kind of jokes those three would make, so you understood. You looked at the girl, who was still wearing a smile—though it failed to reach her eyes. “Seulgi,” You cut in, stealing away her gaze. “I wanted to show you the mini farm I started in my yard. You’ll love it.”

“Okay, let’s go.” Seulgi was a bit puzzled by the change of scenery, but took the chance to get away. You gave an annoyed look at your friends, and they knew you’d go off on them later.

It was your turn to lead the girl as you made your way to the back door, allowing her to step out first. The night breeze was calming and you felt the stress leave your body. Seulgi seemed to do the same, but a chill ran down her back at the same time. Her long sleeves defended her arms from the cold, but with the amount of skin she was showing, it didn’t change much.

“Are you cold? I can run in and grab my jacket off the couch.”

Seulgi shook her head and smiled. “No, it’s okay. Thank you though.” She instead stuck out her hand. “Will you just hold my hand?”

You could’ve sworn her words were about to make your head explode. “Y-Yeah.” You got a hold of her soft hand, and it was like your heat was transferring at the connection. “Better?”

“Much better.” She nodded cutely. “How about you show me that garden now?”

“Right. This way!” You walked a bit on your concrete patio before landing in front of a small dirt square held in by four planks of wood. “I built this a bit ago and I’ve planted some green onions. I was trying to come up with some other things I could grow, but nothing came to mind.”

“How about tomatoes?”

You thought about it. “Well, I don’t really eat tomatoes.”

"Cabbage?"

"I don't eat enough cabbage to want it in my garden." You explained.

"Carrots?"

"Oh, maybe." You mentally noted that. You looked to her and your eyes met.

“Do you still think of me?”

The abrupt question surprised you. “W-What?”

Seulgi saw how you reacted and took it negatively. “Sorry—I just,” She sighed. “I thought about what Giselle said, and yes. The answer is yes, I still think of this place, your place, as my second home.” The girl let go of your hand and held herself. “I don’t expect you to still want me. We've already kinda broken it off twice. I mean, we ended things maybe a month or two ago and a lot of things can happen in that time.”

“Like what? Me finding someone else?” Seulgi stayed silent and you knew you were right. You grabbed her shoulders and forced her to face you, her eyes locking in with yours. “Seulgi, you truly underestimate how you make me feel. Honestly, all I can think about is how I want to just keep you in my pocket forever.” The girl giggled and bit her lip.

“You came today looking…how you looked,” You blushed as she raised one eyebrow, smirking at your admission to being affected by her new style. “And I couldn’t help myself. I want you, Seulgi. I need you. If you let me, I’ll give you everything I’ve been saving just for you.”

Seulgi melted at your charming words, running on a high that seemed to never end with you. “But what about your friends? They don’t seem to like me much anymore, especially Karina.”

You could only groan. “They do like you—maybe not as much as I do, but they do. Karina is a bit difficult, but she means well. We’re all the closest thing to being sisters, so it’s natural for her to act out when things happen.” Seulgi nodded understanding and opened her arms.

You looked at her confused, but she kept her arms like that, waiting patiently. “Can you hug me?” She motioned for you to get in, and you audibly said ‘oh’, running into her arms. Her classic bear hug made that sensation in your stomach return, the one you had grown familiar with around her. This hug was much different than the one from earlier. You were no longer scared or nervous—well, not nearly as much as you were previously.

You held her by her waist, pulling her impossibly close. The touch of her skin ignited a fire in your heart, and you smiled unconsciously. “Am I keeping you warm?” Seulgi only nodded into your shoulder, enjoying the close proximity. “So, what do you think, Kang? Round three?”

“How about we just get straight to it? No more playing around.” She held onto you like you would leave her there at any moment. Thank the heavens that her face was tucked into your neck, or else she would’ve seen you grin like an idiot.

You toyed with the hem of her skirt and hummed, her fingers clutching at the fabric of your shirt. “No more playing around. I’m breaking promises here.” She pushed you back enough to see your face.

Seulgi’s eyes fell to your lips as she smiled, and you weren’t given a chance to comment before she leaned in for her target. The moment her lips met yours, you both shut your eyes, the kiss you shared so tender and full of pent up emotions. She brought her hands up and held your face, holding you still as she intensified the moment. The way she moved against you felt right, and you could only stabilize yourself using her hips, keeping a tight grip on her. You allowed her to lead—though it was more like she took lead because you were too busy folding over her.

She broke contact to breathe, her eyes staying on your lips for a moment before shifting back to your eyes. Your mind and heart were screaming at you, but you could only focus on how pretty she looked like this. Without realizing, you licked your lips and tasted something sweet. “Strawberry…” Seulgi’s face turned a shade of red as you mentioned her chapstick flavor, hitting your shoulder lightly.

“Dummy.”

“Yup, told you.” Giselle stuck her hand out. “Give me my five bucks.”

Winter rolled her eyes. “Sorry for giving our friend a chance. Plus, who carries cash anyways?”

“I can’t believe you guys turned this into a game.” Karina crossed her arms and clicked her tongue in annoyance, but the corner of her mouth twitched.

“Stop acting like that. You’re babying us again.” Ningning argued, offending the oldest. “And don’t pretend, you found that kiss hot too.”

“God, Ning, you’re just a perv!” Giselle chortled as she pushed her younger friend. Ningning didn’t care, she was just being honest, a silly grin displayed as she shrugged.

“You guys are so weird…I’ll be upstairs playing with Y/n’s stuffed animals.” Winter announced as she began making her way to the staircase.

Giselle chased after her. “Hey, you scam artist! Give me my cash!” The puppy stuck her tongue out and booked it, forcing the other to run as well.

Karina turned to make fun of them with Ningning, but the girl was too busy playing with the real puppy on the floor, the small dog sitting adorably with a smile. The oldest could only sigh and walk over to some mutual friends who were chatting away.

She wasn’t too bothered anyway, no one truly believed you would make it through the night because you had it so bad. All she could really do was support you, and she knew you and Seulgi would make it work. After all, you don’t wanna break up again.

[sseulforgii]

I was smiling the whole time 🙈 You’re amazing, Mya!

♫ - golden hour

red velvet

pairing — irene bae x fem!reader

genre — gxg, fluff, idol x actress

— in which, zhou y/n surprises her girlfriend, irene, on her birthday after being away for so long

Irene sat on the couch, scrolling through her phone absentmindedly. The dorm was unusually lively today. Wendy was in the kitchen humming to herself, Joy and Yeri were whispering about something suspiciously, and Seulgi had been darting in and out of the living room, grinning like she knew a secret.

It was her birthday, but something felt off.

She sighed, tapping on her messaging app and staring at the last conversation with Y/n. Time zones had made things difficult, but Y/n had promised to call later. At least she didn’t forget, Irene thought with a small smile. But even though she tried to be understanding, a pang of longing settled in her chest. It was the first time in years they had spent her birthday apart, and no amount of texts or video calls could make up for the absence of Y/n’s presence.

Irene bit her lip, suppressing the sting of disappointment. She knew Y/n was busy filming in China, but she still wished for a miracle—just to be able to see her, even for a moment.

“Unnie, let’s go out!” Yeri suddenly chirped, plopping down next to her.

Irene raised an eyebrow. “Go out?”

“Yeah, we should celebrate! It’s your birthday, after all. You don’t want to just sit around, do you?” Joy added, tugging her up by the arm before she could protest.

“Alright, alright,” Irene relented, standing up. “Where are we going?”

Seulgi clapped her hands together. “It’s a surprise!”

Irene narrowed her eyes but let herself be dragged along, the girls chattering around her excitedly. As much as she missed Y/n, she couldn’t help but feel warmed by how much effort her members were putting into making her day special. She smiled as they walked through the city, their lively energy contagious.

They ended up at a cozy rooftop venue, decorated with warm fairy lights and scattered flower petals. A small table was set up with a cake in the center, along with a beautifully wrapped gift box. The view of the city skyline stretched endlessly, the sun beginning to dip below the horizon, bathing everything in a golden glow.

“Did you all do this?” Irene asked, touched.

“Well, we had some help,” Wendy said, smiling knowingly.

Before Irene could question her, a familiar voice called out. “Happy birthday, Hyun-ah.”

Irene froze. Her heart stuttered. That voice—

She turned around, and there she was. Y/n stood a few feet away, looking slightly breathless, as if she had been rushing. Her hair was slightly disheveled from the wind, and she was dressed casually in a sweater and jeans, but to Irene, she looked as radiant as ever.

“Y/n?” Irene whispered, disbelief in her voice.

Y/n’s lips curled into a soft smile. “Surprise.”

Irene didn’t even realize she was moving until she was already in Y/n’s arms, wrapping her up tightly, inhaling the familiar scent she had missed so much. The warmth of Y/n’s embrace, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against Irene’s own—it felt like coming home.

“You’re really here,” she murmured against Y/n’s shoulder, her voice trembling slightly.

“I wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world.”

The girls cheered as they pulled apart, giggling at Irene’s slightly watery eyes. Y/n reached into her pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, handing it to Irene.

“Open it.”

Inside was a delicate gold bracelet, a tiny charm shaped like a sunset hanging from it.

“So you always have a little bit of golden hour with you,” Y/n said softly. “Even when we’re apart.”

Irene bit her lip, overwhelmed. The charm was small but meaningful, a reminder of the moments they cherished the most—sunsets on the dorm balcony, quiet evening walks, the golden light that always seemed to make everything feel warmer when they were together.

Without another word, she leaned in, pressing a kiss to Y/n’s lips. It was soft and lingering, filled with all the words she couldn’t say. The world around them faded, leaving only the feeling of Y/n’s lips against hers, the gentle press of her hands against Irene’s waist.

When they finally pulled away, Seulgi dramatically wiped a tear from her eye. “That was beautiful.”

Joy elbowed her playfully. “Let them have their moment, unnie.”

Yeri clapped her hands together. “Alright, now can we eat cake?”

Laughter rang out across the rooftop as Irene wiped at her eyes, smiling wider than she had in weeks. She squeezed Y/n’s hand, lacing their fingers together.

“Best birthday ever,” she whispered.

Y/n leaned in, pressing another soft kiss to her temple. “Happy birthday, my love.”

[sseulforgii]

Reblogging this again because this fic literally saves me from my nightmares. You’re the best @rd0265667

Seulgi x Reader: Dream Girl

Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon @justme-idle

A/N: It's fluff I swear

To most people, dreams are like fleeting wisps of fantasy—moments of escape where the laws of reality bend and shift, offering a brief respite from the mundane. They speak of dreams as whimsical adventures, an occasional playground for their subconscious. They speak of dreams with joy, piecing together the intermittent adventures they would concoct in their brains. Their dreams bring them to lands unknown and bring them joys untold. There's a theory that dreams are a glimpse into the lives of your multiversal counterparts, your doppelgangers. Well, if that were true, you pitied the poor fools across the multiverse; your doppelgangers had to be going through hell.

See, while others had dreams, you only had terrors. Nightmares came to haunt you, night after night. It was a rare night to get more than 3 hours of sleep. While it did take some time, you did adapt to it. You didn't enjoy it, but well, beggars and choosers and all that. You set alarms around 2 hours in, hoping that you'd be pulled out of your sleep before any nightmares came. To make up for the lack of sleep, you resorted to snacking constantly and eating small amounts of food to make up for your lack of energy. Naturally, this brought up quite a few other problems. This did come with it's perks, though. As a corporate worker, one doesn't exactly have much personal time for R&R. So in the ungodly hours where everyone you knew slept, you stayed up, binge-watching any content you could find. Kpop, to be exact. You basically just binge-watch K-pop content at night—various shows, music shows, music videos, anything. Not exactly an awe-inspiring or particularly jaw-dropping talent, but well, it had its moments to shine. Particularly, a radio show, where your recognition of Ice Cream Cake within the first second of the song earned you a prize that many others had failed to obtain despite spending thousands on albums. A small intimate fan meet amongst Red Velvet and 100 lucky fans. Maybe your nightmares were actually real life, and life was a dream. Listen, if you could meet Red Velvet, you'd take whatever came with it. It seemed that the powers that be, decided to test that statement, as you excitedly hopped into bed, brimming with anticipation at meeting your idols tomorrow. You always turned your alarm clock on, you always did, right?

As you opened your eyes, you found yourself in a foreign room, framed works of arts lining every square inch of the walls around you. The room was dimly lit, shadows flickering against the walls like malevolent spirits, the only thing keeping you from complete darkness were the candles, desperately flickering as it tried its best to keep the room lit. You stood in the centre of the room, cold sweat pouring down your face, your breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The air was thick and oppressive, carrying a nauseating stench of decay that made your stomach churn. You knew in your gut that something was wrong. You’ve made it a point to always have your alarm set, and it pulls you out before anything happens right? You couldn’t be that careless right?

Well, you alway enjoyed proving yourself wrong.

Without warning, the walls began to close in, the room shrinking around you. You tried to move, but your feet were rooted to the ground, as if the floor had turned to quicksand, dragging you down. Panic surged through you as the winds grew stronger, extinguishing the candles, and the darkness crept closer, the shadows morphing into monstrous, writhing shapes that seemed to reach out with clawed hands.

A low, guttural whisper echoed, repeating your name over and over, each iteration louder and more insistent, filled with a sinister glee, followed by a loud cackle. You strained to see where it was coming from, but the source remained hidden.

Out of the corner of your eye, a figure emerged from the darkness. It was unfamiliar yet grotesquely horrifying, a twisted amalgamation of nightmares. Its eyes were hollow, pits of endless darkness that swallowed all light. Its mouth stretched into an unnatural grin, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. It reached out with skeletal hands, fingers elongating and curling like the legs of a giant spider.

You tried your best to stay calm. You had enough experiences with nightmares to know that however realistic it felt, it was all fake, and it would be over soon. The walls were almost touching you now, the space so confined you could barely breathe. The figure's icy fingers brushed your face, their touch burning like acid, sending waves of agony through your body. Their whispering voice was right in your ear, speaking in a language you couldn't understand, yet the words filled you with an overwhelming sense of dread and despair.

Breathe, just breathe. It would all be over soon. Just breathe

Just as the walls were about to crush you, everything stopped. The figure vanished, the walls receded, and you were left alone in the now cavernous, empty room. The silence was deafening, but it was short-lived. The ground beneath you began to crack and crumble, and you started to fall into an abyss of endless darkness, the wind howling in your ears as you plummeted into the void.

You reached out, grasping at nothing, feeling the cold, slimy tendrils of something unseen wrapping around your limbs, pulling you deeper. The whispers grew louder, now a cacophony of voices screaming your name, each one more frantic and desperate than the last.

You bolted up from your bed, shirt soaked in sweat, panting heavily as your chest heaved up and down, looking to your phone in regret. You should have just remembered to set that damn alarm. Great Start to the day. At least this one was a tame one.

With your fashion sense limited to dress to impress, and you still being thrown off by that nightmare, you decided to forgo any flashy attire, opting instead for a simple outfit, throwing on a baggy hoodie and some jeans, then heading out to the event. Once you reached the auditorium, you saw quite a large crowd already gathered, some assumedly being dispatched or some fans hoping to get lucky and see the idols in real life. Walking up to the entrance, you were stopped by two security guards, who, after verifying your ticket, quickly ushered you into the venue. Quickly grabbing a seat, you look up to the stage, and immediately you're struck in awe of the sight in front of you. Of course, you had seen them online before, and you had spent countless hours gushing to your friends over how pretty they were, but seeing them in person and so close was a whole different kind of ethereal. And amongst this collage of beauty and almost angelic perfection, one stood out to you. The other members looked good, that you couldn't deny, but Kang Seulgi just had this aura about her, and you found it hard to rip your eyes off of her. You could almost swear she locked eyes with you for a moment. For a moment, that took your mind off that horrible nightmare. Just for a momentAs the event kicked off, you were ushered to the front of the stage, feeling your heartbeat accelerate as you got closer to the stage, clutching the Red Flavour album tight against your chest. Walking up to the first seat, you were greeted with a warm smile by Wendy. You shared a quick conversation with her, talking about how much you loved her music. Catching on to your nervousness, Wendy let out a slight chuckle. "Take a deep breath, What's your name?" Wendy asked "Y/N" You mumbled out, embarrassed at having been caught going into fan mode. "Thank you for all your support, Y/N. I appreciate every one of our fans, and I look forward to releasing more songs for you guys to enjoy!" Wendy replied, motioning to your album, taking the cap off her pen. This continued with the other 3 girls, though the interactions varied, Yeri and Joy being more playful, while Irene, while still interacting, was more laid back, letting you do more of the talking. Finally, you reached the one who you'd been almost bubbling over in excitement to meet. As you reached Seulgi, before you could even say anything, Seulgi looked straight into your eyes. before quickly grabbing you by the hand. "You look tired." Seulgi said, worry evident in her tone. You did try to answer, you really did, but with Seulgi's hand on yours, her eyes locked on yours, your words couldn't leave your throat. "Are you okay Y/N?" Seulgi asked, looking worriedly at you. With a hard gulp, you force yourself to focus, slowly wiggling your hand away from under Seulgi's hand in an attempt to force your brain to rewire itself. Worried, Seulgi looked to her manager in a corner, beckoning her over to bring a bottle of water for you. "Thank you." Was all you could mumble, taking a seat as your eyes darted around wildly, from Seulgi's auburn locks, to her soulful eyes, there really was nowhere you could look without being entranced by her. "Your fatigue, is it a common thing?" Seulgi asked, akin to a therapist or medical professional more than an idol. "Yeah, but it's not a medical condition, it's just, I get nightmares. I don't really get more than 3 hours of sleep a night" You explain, nervously fidgeting, unable to maintain eye contact with her. "Oh, you poor thing, I'm sorry to hear that.  How do you even cope with this? Have you talked to anyone about all this?” Seulgi asked, leaning in closer to you.

“I usually listen to Kpop, but sometimes, I’ll just go to the beach near my house and just listen to the waves, maybe have some cookies, it helps. About telling others…I’ve mentioned it, but nobody really takes it seriously. I don’t want to get any special treatment for it either, so I tend not to talk about it unless anybody asks. You must think I’m some kind of weirdo.” You begin to mumble. Who needs nightmares when you have adolescent brats who could make fun of anything? “Nonsense, we all have our own problems, and it’s not like this is within your control. Stay strong, I’m sure there will be someone to help you soon.” Seulgi said, giving you a small smile as she reached out, gently squeezing you on your shoulder. “I’ve tried, Seulgi, it’s been a long time, at some point, you adapt instead of overcome.” You said, downtrodden, the most recent slip up induced nightmare still sending chills down your spine. “I have a good feeling about it. Trust me.” Seulgi said with a smile. It’s a curious thing, this has been said to you multiple times, many many times, parents, teachers, friends who were understanding, therapists, many, many people. And to be frank, after the first 3 or 4 times, you had kind of lost hope. They were just being nice, and you understood that. It’s not like they would say, “You’re stuck with this now, now scram kid, I want to watch Shark Tank.”, so you always took their words at face value, just a wish, and a hope for a better tomorrow. However, now, as you looked into the eyes of Kang Seulgi, international superstar, renowned kpop idol, there was a resolute hope, a belief even that what she said was true. Wow, you thought to yourself. Kang Seulgi was out of this world. The manager whispered to Seulgi, gesturing to the line that had begun to form behind me. “One moment.” Seulgi said to her manager, before Seulgi hastily grabbed your album, signing it. ‘Wishing you all the luck in overcoming your afflictions. I’ll be with you all the way, whether through our music, or in my thoughts. Your Dream girl(and better be your favourite), Kang Seulgi <3)”

“Woah” Is all you could mutter as you crashed onto your bed, reading what Seulgi had written on your album for what had to have been the hundredth time of the day. Or the thousandth, you’d lost track to be very frank. Could there really be a solution to your nightmares? Perhaps, but that was a problem for another day. Now, you sleep. The little sleep you can get anyways. Turning to your side, you set an alarm for 2 hours. Perhaps Seulgi was right, but unfortunately, you weren’t gonna risk another night terror at the assurance from a Kpop idol. Perhaps soon, not now.

As you tucked yourself into your bed, and drifted into your deep sleep, you sat up, hand moving to your phone, shutting the alarm off, before falling back into the bed, in a slumber all the while.

For the second time in as many nights, you sat up, this time finding yourself in a transparent room in the middle of the ocean, waves crashing around you, the symphony of silence chiming in your ears, the only thing audible being the crest and trough of the waves. This was calm. This was great. This was wrong.

You looked around, confusion stirring. Looking at the room, you saw a table with two seats, one seat occupied by a woman, who slowly sipped a cup of water as she admired the sea. Before you could ask anything, the woman spoke. “Do you like this? I scanned your subconscious, and this was an environment you found relaxing.” The woman’s voice was familiar. Too familiar. You recognised that voice. “Seulgi?” You say in disbelief. The woman ignores you, continuing to sip her water, as she beckoned you to a seat opposite of her, across the table

What the hell was going on? Was this a nightmare? This was definitely different from the nightmares you were accustomed to.

“This isn’t a nightmare, that much I can promise you. Trust me 0n this. Take a seat and I’ll explain.” Looking around, you tried to take in as much as you could as you moved to the vacant seat. You somehow overslept again, but instead of a nightmare, you were stuck in something more akin to a dream, with a lady you’d assume was similar to an oneiroi. The lady, who looked exactly like Kang Seulgi. None of this made sense. “I’m not an oneiroi, though I’m impressed you know about oneiroi. And before we go on, yes, I can hear what you’re thinking. Any other questions?” The lady said with a smile, snapping her fingers, a cup full of hot chocolate, your go-to drink by the beach, suddenly appearing in your hand. “What are you? How is this happening?” “Well, before anything, I apologise for taking so long. A peek into your subconscious shows how much suffering you’ve been through. And for your questions, I’m akin to a technician. I’m here to fix your nightmares, but it’s a long job, so while you sleep, instead of nightmares, I’ll be here. I can make this room anything, a batting cage, a movie theatre, whatever you need to relax. And when you wake up, you’ll feel well rested, as if you slept through the entire night.” Looking at her, your mind raced with the possibilities of all that could happen. Was this real? If this was real, it’ll finally be over, the sleepless nights, the 2 hour sleeps, the nightmares. You didn’t know if you could place your full faith in this. Then, your mind instantly bolts to the next question. “Why do you look like Seulgi?” You asked, and just as the woman was about to answer, you raised your hand, the answer seemingly having come to you. Seulgi had left a deep impression on you after that fanmeet, and with all that talk about helping your nightmares go away, all of that must have made your mind associate Seulgi with fixing your nightmares. That made sense. Clearly sensing your thoughts, the woman let out a light giggle. “You’re quick.” She quipped, causing you to shrug. “Well, if I’m to spend my time here with you, what do I call you?” You asked “Whatever you want.” “Would you mind if I called you Seulgi? That’s who you took your likeness from, and I’d probably end up calling you that anyways.” You asked, the woman nodding in agreement. “Alright, Seulgi, how long does this dream last? And can you make this place, like a nice old timey diner.” You asked, Seulgi nodding, snapping her fingers, and just like that, the room around them was morphed into a diner, as you found yourself in a small cubicle in the diner, sitting opposite to Seulgi. In front of you was your favourite food, a good bowl of Jjangmyeon, while Seulgi had a plate of Kimchi Tuna Fried Rice. “See that clock there?” Seulgi gestured to the wall clock, showing 10 minutes left. “Each of these dreams will last 2 hours. You lost some time on this one since I spent some time getting you here. When the time runs out, you’ll wake up at 0700 in this case. You need to spend a minimum of 2 hours here for any work to get done, so do account for it. You’ll have to at least get 4 hours of sleep for the next few months, how many exactly, I can’t be sure.” You nodded in understanding, making a mental note to make sure you changed your sleeping habits. “Seulgi, can I ask a favour of you?” You ask, slowly eating the bowl of Jjangmyeon.

“Shoot.” Seulgi replied. She knew what you were going to ask, but, well, this facilitates human interaction more. “Seeing as I’m going to spend quite a bit of time here, you’re going to be my only companion. For us to hang out, well somewhat normally, considering you’re basically an angel, could you not read my mind? At least that way, I can feel like I’m talking to a friend, and not an omniscient being.” You ask, Seulgi returning a small smile. “Of course. If that’ll help you relax more, by all means.” Seulgi said, before snapping her fingers As the time passed, you began to ask Seulgi questions, to which she answered with an amused smile all the while. “What are you? Are you a figment of my imagination? Or are you some sort of extraterrestrial, or supernatural?” You asked, before hearing a buzz from the clock. Hearing that, Seulgi let out a light giggle. “Oh well, questions for tomorrow night.”

You sat up in shock, finding yourself back in your bed. Wow, this was…wow. It was a foreign feeling but you felt rested, invigorated. You could get used to this.

“You’re looking chipper. What song is that anyways?” Lucy commented, letting out a light snicker as she watched you by the copier, humming a tune while you scanned some documents. “There’s no way you don’t know Cosmic. By Red Velvet? No? That’s kind of disappointing Lucy.” You commented as she shrugged, then rolled her eyes, taking a sip of coffee before heading back to her desk. So this was what working on a full night of sleep feels like. It’s great. Well, as great as working a corporate job can be.

As the night dawned, you laid in your bed once more, about to shut your eyes, just before you felt a wave of insecurity rush over you. What if last night was part of a bigger nightmare, give you a sense of false hope before showing you that rock bottom indeed had a basement? “This isn’t a nightmare, that much I can promise you. Trust me 0n this.” Seulgi, or technically Fake Seulgi’s words echoed in your mind. Could you trust her? Your finger lingered over the alarm app. A few seconds later, you sighed. In for a penny. Setting your phone to the side, you turned your lamp off, going off into sleep.

“Welcome back.” was all you heard, finding yourself in what looked to be a cosy home theatre. Looking around, you saw a widescreen TV, and a small two seater couch. “What’s this?” You ask, looking confusedly at Seulgi, who simply smiled. “Deadpool and Wolverine. I know you’ve been meaning to watch it but you haven’t been able to get tickets for it, so here.” Seulgi says with a smile, patting the seat beside her, two buckets of popcorn in her hands. “Oh, nice.” You say in jubilation. You rush towards the seat, Seulgi handing you the bucket of popcorn, before snapping her fingers, the opening sequence then beginning to play. Everything seemed normal, but all of sudden, you feel a hand slide on your arm, looping around yours, causing you to tense up. What was happening? You turn to your side, seeing Seulgi stare at the screen nonchalantly, as if her arm wasn’t looped around yours. “Everything okay?” Seulgi asked sweetly, in a way that made you almost certain she knew what she was doing. “Fine.” Was all you could say, causing Seulgi to giggle, going back to watching the movie. Would you really make Seulgi so flirty with you in your mind? Would you? Yeh, sounds about right. This was wrong though, and you knew it. Your heart rate accelerated, and you felt a crimson blush across your face. All this, for a fake imagined version of a Kpop idol you could only dream of even watching a movie together. It was wrong, and it had to stop.

Easier said than done, however. Especially when Seulgi looks at you the way she does, trapping you in her dark hazel eyes, showing you universes you had no clue even existed. It also didn’t help how clingy Seulgi was during the movie. Oh well, it’s probably just a one time thing, the next one would probably be the two of you just chatting like a couple of friends. Well, right and wrong.

You guys had many hangouts, but some stuck out more than the rest

In the dimly lit café, the ambiance is warm and inviting. Seulgi is seated at a corner table, her face illuminated by the flickering candlelight. You join her, and she greets you with a smile that seems to light up the entire room.

Seulgi leans in slightly, her voice playful. "I was hoping you'd come by. This place has the best coffee. Have you tried it?"

You smile, feeling a flutter of excitement, before rolling your eyes playfully. “Wow, tooting your own horn huh? Never pegged you for a self indulgent type.” “What can I say? I’m the best.” Seulgi says with a smile, causing you to playfully shove her, laughing at her faux confidence

As the conversation flows, you find yourself drawn to her laughter and the way she engages with you. Her presence makes everything feel more vibrant. She teases you about your taste in books, and you playfully banter back, though you use real life information on Seulgi instead of what you know of this Seulgi.

Another night, the scene shifts to a moonlit park. The path is lined with glowing lanterns, casting a golden light over the surroundings. Seulgi walks beside you, her dress fluttering with the gentle breeze.

Seulgi nudges you playfully as you stroll along the path. “I’ve never understood the hype around night strolls.”

"Have you ever noticed how peaceful everything feels at night? It’s like the world slows down just for us." “Umm, I’m not real? What are you saying?” Seulgi giggles as she playfully flicks you on the forehead, causing you to smile, but also pulling you out of the moment. Your feelings for this Seulgi was undeniable, but how could you feel that way for someone who was nothing more than a spectre of your own imagination? “Are you okay?” Seulgi gently asked, this time more gentle and careful, seeing the change in your demeanour. “Yeh.” You said with a forced smile, continuing to walk through the makeshift park

You talk about everything and nothing as you walk. She shares whimsical stories, and you respond with your own tales, each of you enjoying the other’s company.

Every now and then, she’d glance at you with a soft smile. The way she leaned in slightly when she spoke, or the way she let her fingers graze yours as you walked, created a sense of closeness that was both comforting and disorienting. You found yourself caught between the peace of the moment and the unsettling, terrifying reality of being in love with someone who didn't exist.

In another dream, you find yourselves at a bustling carnival. The air is filled with the sounds of laughter and carnival games. Seulgi is by your side, her eyes bright with excitement.

She tugs you towards a game booth, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "Let’s see if you can win me that plush toy! I’m counting on your skills."

You accept the challenge with a grin, the playful competition adding to the joy of the evening. As you win the plush toy and hand it to her, she laughs, her eyes sparkling. "I knew you had it in you!"

“Did you rig the game?” you asked with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow at Seulgi.

She grinned mischievously, wrapping her arms around the plush toy. “Who knows? Maybe I just wanted to see you win. Sometimes, a little magic can make things more fun.”

“Thanks for this though.” Seulgi whispered, gesturing to the plush, getting on her tiptoes, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

As you stood stunned, she laughed, laughing as she pulled you to the Ferris wheel

You both ride the Ferris wheel together, sharing a quiet moment as you look out over the carnival below, the lights glimmering from the ground as you sat conflicted, attempting to combat your burgeoning feelings

Another night, you’re in a serene garden at twilight. The air is filled with the scent of blooming flowers, and the garden is bathed in a soft, golden light. Seulgi is with you, her presence calming and serene.

You sit on a bench, surrounded by the beauty of the garden. Seulgi turns to you, her voice gentle. "Isn’t it amazing how some places just feel right? Like they were meant to be experienced with someone special."

You nod, feeling the warmth of her presence. "It does feel like that. I’m glad we’re here together."

Seulgi rests her head on your shoulder, allowing your mind to wander far and wild

“This is really nice,” you said softly, almost to yourself. “It feels like the world has slowed down just for us.”

Seulgi tilted her head slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m glad you think so. Sometimes, it’s these quiet moments that make everything feel right.”

“Thanks for making this for me.” You say

“Anything for you.”

In the next dream, you walk along a starlit beach, the waves gently lapping at the shore. Seulgi walks beside you, her dress flowing with the breeze.

Seulgi picks up a seashell and holds it up to you, her voice soft and playful. "I’ve always liked finding seashells. They make me think of stories and adventures."

“You’ve always?” You ask sceptically

“It’s called small talk genius. Try thinking of topics when you don’t exist.” Seulgi rolled her eyes, sticking her hand out.

You take the seashell from her, admiring its beauty. "You have a way of making even the smallest things feel special."

Seulgi’s eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and affection. “That’s my job, after all. To make things special, even in dreams.”

As you walk along the beach, you talk about your hopes and dreams, all the while Seulgi looked at you, an undeniable look of adoration, but under the surface, you could sense a small look of apprehension. Oh well, problem for another night.

“What’s this?” You look at the envelope, a SM ent sign on it. Looking at it, you found that you were invited back for another fan sign, in two days, but it was only for one of the five members, and you got Seulgi. Wow, that was trippy. Meet the real Seulgi while you were in love with the fake one. This was going to be, mildly confusing The next night, things were different. Instead of coming into a special hang out/date that Seulgi would create, you found yourself back above the ocean, the same transparent box hovering over the ocean, a big grandfather clock in the corner of the room, ticking backwards from 2 hours. Paying it no mind, you move to find Seulgi, who was sitting at the same table as the first night. “Hey Seulgi, what’s with the sudden nostalgia trip?” You ask, letting out a small chuckle, going to sit opposite a rather uncomfortable looking Seulgi, who looked deep in thought. “Seul?” You prod lightly, seemingly pulling her out of her deep thought. “Hmm? Oh yeah, you know, I ran out of ideas.” She quickly sipped her cup of water, trying to force a smile. “Is everything okay?” You ask, slightly suspicious. Between the apprehension of the previous night, and her clear unhappiness here, something was off. “No, nothing, sorry, just, had a lot on my mind, with my upcoming schedules and p-” Seulgi was clearly stressed, and your eyebrow creased in confusion. “You have a schedule? What for? You’re a, well, I still don’t know what you are, but I didn’t think you’d have a schedule.” You ask. “Forget I said anything, what do you want to do? I’m out of ideas unfortunately.” Seulgi shrugs. “Hmm, maybe Karaoke?” You suggest, it was a fun way to pass time, and if this Seulgi was anything like the real Seulgi, you knew you were in for a vocal masterclass. “As you wish.” Seulgi theatrically bowed, snapping her fingers, a karaoke machine and a TV appearing before them. For the next hour and a half, you and Seulgi had a blast, going through the greatest hits, your uninspiring vocals being blanketed by a snap of a finger, granting you passable vocals for the next 2 hours. One song in particular, ironically a Red Velvet Song, Psycho, Seulgi shined and sang that song as if it was composed for her. “Wow, that was…amazing.” “Of course, I’m your dream girl.” She said, winking, causing you to smile, but also tilt your head in confusion. That sounded familiar. “Hey! It’s your turn.” Seulgi called out, handing you the mic. As you scrolled through the music list, your finger hovers over a certain Elvis song. You hesitated playing this song. You had come to terms with your crush on someone who didn’t actually exist. The Portuguese called it Saudade, the haunting desire for an imaginary love. It wasn’t right, but it was inevitable. Night after night of what were effectively dates, it was nigh impossible to not catch feelings for her, not only because she looks like Seulgi, but because of her playful and cheerful personality, a beacon and light for you. She was your salvation.

“Wise men say, only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you.” You sing, locking eyes with Seulgi, who seemed to understand what was going on As you continued to sing, Seulgi’s gaze never left yours, softening as you got lost in her eyes as she swam in the galaxies of yours. The song reaches it’s end, and, nothing. Silence. The two of you sit in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. You knew, the both of you had a choice to make, and it was evident on Seulgi’s face, that she was conflicted. The two of you begin to talk at the same time, causing yet another pause in the conversation. “You go.” You say, allowing Seulgi to go first. She nervously gulps, before starting to talk. “Y/N, I want you to know that I’ve really enjoyed the past two months.” Had it really been two months already? Wow, time flies huh. “Y/N. I know we have something, there’s something between us that I can’t explain, but…” Seulgi paused, and you felt your heart jump from your chest. Of course, what did you expect? This was obviously never going to work out, who could love y- “No, Y/N, it’s not that.” Seulgi suddenly said, causing you to weakly force a smile. “What did I say about peeking about my mind Seulgi?” You say, causing Seulgi to grimace. “It’s involuntary…I can’t turn it off today.” Seulgi says, causing to look at her in confusion. What’s so special about today? “It’s the last day, Y/N. My work here is done, no more nightmares, everything is fixed up, but…that means this too is done. All of it. The 2 hour meetings nightly, the carnivals, the parks. All of it. I’m really sorry.” Seulgi says, causing you to reel back in shock. You didn’t know these dreams would end. Maybe you did, but you just never acknowledged it. Looking hurriedly at the clock, you see the hour hand disappeared, the minute hand too, you only had 20 seconds left. You didn’t have time. Looking hurriedly at Seulgi, you found yourself unable to say a word, instead, you placed your lips on hers, pulling her into an embrace, stealing the last moments of, everything.

“No!” You sit up in your bed, cold sweat, as if you had a nightmare the same way you did before A sigh, you walk to the kitchen island, having to brew your own hot chocolate. As you sit at the island, your mind is in turmoil. That kiss solidified only one thing, and that was that you had fallen in love. And the person you loved was gone. As you slowly sipped your beverage, you notice the ticket for the fanmeet on the island. A last look at your lost love. It was all you had left.

Everything seemed the exact same, the same ball room, the same guards, it all felt cookie cutter, but good. That was good. You needed some familiarity to get your head on straight. The time passed in a flash, and before you knew it, you saw her. Kang Seulgi, the real one, walking into the room, her eyes looking at you, lighting up in recognition. Probably from the previous fan meet, you muse. You were a unique personality. Time went on, and the people ahead of you trickled away, all until you found yourself in front of her. “Y/N. Right?” Seulgi asked, looking to her manager, snapping her fingers to get the manager’s attention, then pointing to you. “Yeh, from the previous fanmeet. The one with the nightmares.” You say, seeing the manager come with a cup, steam forming above. “How’ve you been?” Seulgi asked “Better, the nightmares are gone, and that’s thanks to you.” You say with a small smile, taking the cup from the manager. Hot Chocolate. “Oh, that’s great, but why thank me? All I did was wish you the best.” As the time you had spent with her began to flood your mind, you felt yourself begin to tear up, everything you had been through with her, the love you had for her, all overwhelming you. “Are you okay?” Seulgi asked, quickly leaning toward you, her hand almost cupping your face, before quickly moving down to your shoulder. “Yeh, I’m fine, just, thank you for everything. You don’t understand how much you helped me through my problems, I love…everything you’ve done for me, and I just wanted you to know that. I’m sorry if I seem a little weird, I have to go now.” You quickly turn around, wanting to quickly walk away. Walk away before you break down in that chair, before you tell her that you loved her. “Y/N?” Seulgi called out, causing you to halt. Shutting your eyes tightly, you try to put on a brave face, turning around to face Seulgi, who had a small smile, and a familiar glint. “I didn’t think you were weird, and for what it’s worth, I really enjoyed our kiss.”

[sseulforgii]

HAAAAAA kang seulgi 🫠🫠🫠 what are we thinking, dom seulgi this time?

I—- I honestly would love that 🙈

[sseulforgii]

if a girl runs away, reel her in with kang seulgi 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

You know how to get me 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 Kang Seulgi is *chef’s kiss* now about that other fic you’re gonna be writing… 😳🫠🫣

[sseulforgii]

I’m back because of you, @seullovesme 🫣 hnggggg.. this is 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

public sex w/ kang seulgi

pairing ⥬ kang seulgi x reader

genre ⥬ smut

warnings ⥬ sub!seulgi x dom!reader, seulgi is sensitive :( , overstimulation

the moment you rolled up your hoodie sleeve and slid your hand down to her thigh, seulgi knew she was in deep trouble. despite you letting her know that she could stop you if she wanted, she couldn't find it in her to say no. not when your fingers felt so good being buried inside of her.

you had already put your hand up her skirt and pushed her panties to the side, enjoying as she squirmed around in her seat. seulgi just can't stay quiet as your finger pumped in and out at a quickening pace, and you loved watching her struggle to stay quiet.

she sat in the window seat with her head thrown back, her lips slightly parted as she silently gasped. her hands grabbed hold of your wrist to put a pause, feeling overwhelmed by the instant flip. “wait, please, it’s too much…”

you gave a smirk as she tried to catch her breath, panting as she looked into your eyes. “why are you stopping? you know you can take it.” with your free hand, you cupped her face and pressed a small kiss to her cheek. seulgi leaned in, enjoying the intimacy.

she released her hold on your hand, signaling that she was giving you the go ahead. she smiled softly as you rubbed her thigh, making sure she was comforted before you continued. you resumed with a slower pace, and this time seulgi had gotten a grip on your hoodie, clutching onto the fabric to control herself.

as your pace picked up, seulgi began to lose her filter, small moans escaping past her lips. without losing any momentum, you reached over with your other hand and took her tie, tapping the cloth against her lips. seulgi got the hint and took it between her teeth, muffling her sounds.

with the safety knowing she'd be more quiet, you allowed yourself to do what you did best, which was tending your baby's needs. you added in another finger and watched as her jaw clenched down on the tie. you observed every twitch of her body, admiring the way her body reacted to your ministrations.

you used both fingers to press on the spots of her velvety walls, and seulgi felt shock waves shoot through her body. the sensation was intense, and before she knew it, that familiar feeling occured in her lower abdomen, her abdominal muscles tensing up as a result.

you heard her clearly as you were listening intently, silently wishing that she could take the tie out of her mouth. had she been any quieter, you would have missed the way she began whimpering, her muffled moans raising in pitch. you knew this meant she was nearing her breaking point.

her hips jolted up against your hand with her eyes shut tightly, pained cries barely audible through the fabric. the knot snapped when you curled your fingers, the rush of pleasure electrifying. for a moment, she was still, her body frozen with her head tilted up.

you didn't stop in order to help your bear through her orgasm, but the stimulation was too much for her. she twitched and her legs began shaking, her muscles giving out on her.

she tugged on your hoodie before grabbing your hand again to stop you, waiting for your eyes to find hers. you realized she was crying and took your hand away, wiping the tears away with your clean hand.

“you did so well, don't cry.” you pouted, making her grin like an idiot, sniffling every now and then. you stroked her hair as she stared at you with hearts in her eyes. you brought the two fingers that were just inside of her up to your mouth and wrapped your lips around them, humming in content at the taste of her sweetness.

seulgi blushed seeing you enjoy her juices, feeling shy under your intense gaze. but before you could finish, your seat was kicked, shoving you forward. you pulled your fingers out of your mouth and peeked through the crack of the airplane seats.

“you guys are so fucking loud.” yeri rolled her eyes and closed her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed in frustration as she tried to go back to sleep.

joy nodded as well being seated beside the other girl. she crossed her arms, “she's not lying. your strategy was useless, we heard everything.”

you were stunned, and seulgi sported the same shocked expression. you could've sworn you were close to being silent.

whoops!

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take a chance with me

Bae Joohyun x Reader

a/n: 31/1/25 Niki’s songs are on loop a lot lately and by the time I post this I might’ve gone to her concert. oh and of course, happy hearts’ day to everyone! This one’s for you, pookie @slowlydifferentbluebird 💛 sorry it took so long and it isn’t that good 🥲

"I'll be your safety net, so why not raise the stakes?"

You’ll be graduating from university soon. Finally! You’ve been wanting to travel and see the world but here you are, in front of your advisor’s office, dreading the talk of the internship you needed to take. You knocked on the door hoping no one is there but you heard a faint, “come in” and with a sigh you made your way inside of the small office.

Your advisor looked up and beamed at you mid-handshake with a girl sitting across from her. “Ah just in time Y/N.” Your advisor sat up and gestured for you to sit adjacent from the girl but you can’t quite move. The girl looked up at you when your advisor spoke and you sucked in a breath as you took in her features. Her beauty is ethereal and you felt yourself choke at the greetings you usually have as she quipped an eyebrow at your direction as you blatantly stare at her.

You shook your head and cleared your throat to get yourself to focus. And you beamed back at your advisor as you took your seat and acknowledged the girl beside you with a quick “good morning” and a nod. From the corner of your eye you can see her stifle a laugh and mischief dancing in her eyes.

“Y/N this is Ms. Bae, she’s an alumna in our uni and she’s going to be your mentor for the internship I assigned you with so you better do your best, okay?” Your advisor introduced you to the girl, Ms. Bae, with a hand on your shoulder where she squeezed a bit as if to warn you not to fuck up. You smiled at your advisor before looking over to the girl beside you. You offered your hand as you said, “Nice to meet you Ms. Bae. I’m L/N Y/N. I look forward to learning from you.”

The girl shook your hand and you immediately felt butterflies fluttering about in your stomach but you held her soft stare and swallowed the nervousness in you. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. You can call me Irene,” her melodious voice rang and you swear it’s as if angels were singing when she spoke adorning that sweet smile.

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A month passed since you met Irene, but ever since then you always get whiplash whenever she talks to you. It’s hard enough that you saw her almost everyday when your internship started but for her to be your direct mentor made your head spin quite a lot. You’ve learned a lot from her but that also came with you getting to know a lot about her. And even though you act like it doesn’t affect you even a tiny bit, you’re heart has been doing somersaults every time she smiles at you or calls your name, or looks at you while you work on the techniques she taught you.

The thing is, it’s so easy to get enamored with her. Aside from being so goddamn beautiful, she’s intimidatingly intelligent, confident, funny, and so caring towards everyone. And the fact that you’ve gotten much closer feels like pure torture on your part as you make sure you’re always nonchalant. It’s a constant battlefield in your head to keep your feelings at bay especially since she’s a lot older than you.

Little did you know that Irene is struggling with the same thing. She finds it adorable that you try to hide that blush, that look, that small smile towards her. She was so used to both men and women trying to woo her the moment they saw her without even knowing her yet. But here you are, a month with her and another month to go, and she sees how you try your best to keep a straight face whenever she’s around. She thinks it’s endearing and she formed this soft spot for you.

At first she thought it was just because it was her first time mentoring someone from her uni and she feels protective and proud. But over time she realized it was more than that. It’s your wit, the way you speak, your passion to learn the craft that reeled her in. It’s the way you interact with your coworkers, how you easily banter with them and with her, it’s how she can see you reeling yourself in every time you make her laugh and it both captures her heart and frustrates her that you have to hold back. So she gave it more time. You have another month left after all. She’d gauge whether this was just a momentary fixation, a silly crush, or something really much more.

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And just like that, another month with Irene mentoring you was almost over. Your internship coming to a close in just two weeks. The time you spent with her was all you could ever asked for and more. You learned how to speak with clients and handle events, but you also learned that she chews on her lip when she worries, that she counts silently to three before she speaks to a crowd, that she tugs on her cute dumbo ears when she thinks. You’ve come to memorize her little quirks and once when you were in an event you handed her a heat pack without her even asking and you saw how surprised she was. You scolded yourself for memorizing her so much you were able to give her things without her even asking and thought you had blown your cover of how much you cared for her.

For Irene, it was when she was caught off guard with you offering her a heat pack with a straight face that made her sure of what she was feeling and that she had to do something soon because she feels like you wouldn’t take chance on her. She caught you mumbling with brows furrowed afterwards and she had this urge to just hug you out of the blue with how adorable you are. And so she decided to test the waters and gauge if you do feel the same or she’s just reading things wrong.

The final week of your internship, you were in an event in a cruise ship and you were nervous. One because you’re going to have to share a room with Irene and two because you were deathly afraid of the ocean. As you were arranging your things on your side of the room quietly, you heard Irene humming. How can she be so relaxed while you’re fighting for your life with the butterflies and impending sea sickness?

Irene, on the other hand, was trying her best to distract herself from coming over to you and just tell you she likes you ‘cause she’s thinking you might run away. She took a glance at you and worry washed over her. You look like you’re about to be sick. The ships horn sounded and you both covered your ears. Irene sat on her bed and tried to relax as the ship sailed while you made very little movements to control your gut from spilling your breakfast on the floor. She looks over at you worriedly and asked what was wrong and you took a deep breath before quietly answering, “it’s nothing.”

Then it dawned on her, you were getting sea sick. She rummaged on her bag for medicine and essential oils before getting a bottled water in the fridge. You watched her move and felt like all the blood drained on your face because everything was moving too fast. The next thing you know, Irene has you in her arms guiding you to your bed. She made you drink medicine and water and had you lie down. She put a small bucket near your bed in case you throw up and to your surprise she got on the bed with you.

You felt your face heat up, you no longer had the energy to hide what you’re feeling. She placed some essential oils on your wrists and on your head and started massaging you. “It’s okay, baby, I got you,” she said softly and then abruptly stopped realizing she let that endearment slip. You, in your minds foggy state, started grinning and tugged at her arms, “Don’t stop. I like it.” She looked at you, amused that you’re finally admitting stuff. “You like me massaging you or you like me calling you baby?” She teased, knowing that she might not get much out of you. You sighed contentedly as she started massaging your head again and you scooted a little closer to her.

“I like you,” you whispered quietly and Irene just about beamed, her heart soaring at your admission. “Huh. Now where did your nonchalance go?” She teased and you weakly smacked her hand. She laughed and leaned in to kiss your nose. “Let’s talk about this when you feel a bit better, it might just be the medicine talking,” she laughs lightly. You were starting to doze off when you heard her whisper, “I like you too.”

[sseulforgii]

I don’t care 😌🥰🫠

WINTER ◆ whiplash 250130

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what’d i win

Shark cuddles!

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i win

You do. You win 🙂‍↕️

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halloooo

You win

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Hello good sir sharkyy