#Bottom!Seulgi

[theseulgis]

hi_sseulgi

[empyrealgrl]

MY WORLDS HAVE COLLIDED AND IM MELTING FROM HAPPINESS

[comatosebunny09]

helpful | sylus

— summary: you can’t sleep because aunt flo is a bitch. sylus decides to help. — cw: female reader, female anatomy described, dry humping, riding, menstrual cup mention, period woes, mild language, praise, incredibly self-indulgent, bro this is a hot mess, i wrote this instead of carpe noctem ‘cause i wanted sexy time, mdni — now playing: monster - irene & seulgi

For the umpteenth time that morning, you fidget. 

Stupid restless leg syndrome. Stupid cramps. Stupid period. 

Man, fuck!

He stirs behind you, and you stiffen. He groans something abrasive. Brushes his lips against the outer curve of your ear, his hold around your waist tightening the slightest bit. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You wince at the grit of his tone. Feel shitty because he sleeps like shit as it is. With your added squirming, you’re only making things worse. 

“Nothing,” you sigh, hoping he won’t pursue it and fall back asleep. 

“Can’t sleep?” 

You shrink. Of course he’d press.

“Cramps again?”

You nod wordlessly, smoothing an apologetic thumb over his wrist and rubbing his ankle with your toes. He shifts against you, curled around you like a clingy feline, legs entangled, body a warm, calming pressure at your back. 

“How can I help?” purrs your love, rooting his nose against the sensitive space behind your ear. Inhales, taking in the warm scent wafting off your skin, leaving a shudder and goosebumps in his wake. 

“Dunno,” you return with a pout. “Maybe take my uterus out.”

His chuckle is throaty. Sleepy. Alluring. 

He eases a hand beneath the hem of your shirt, battle-worn palm smoothing over your belly. It’s soothing. Like your own personal heating pad, somewhat easing the gnarl of your gut.

“Unfortunately, I can’t do that, sweetheart. You might need it later. Any other way I can assist?”

You chew on your lip, listening to your pulse thrum. To the sound of his even breaths, the slide of his hand over your stomach, and the wrens singing their morning hymnal outside your window. 

You’re too lazy to grab medicine for the pain. And you don’t want Sylus leaving the bed, either—you’d miss him too much, no matter how briefly he’d be gone. 

You recall once reading up on other methods to ease cramps. 

Your cheeks warm with the memory of one particular bullet point that stood out.

You clear the phlegm from your throat in an attempt to redirect your thoughts.

Sylus, the observant bastard, senses your evasiveness. He lifts his chin from the hollow of your neck, snowy strands tickling your skin. You don’t have to glance back to know he’s looking at you with those dangerous duel flames and wariness pulling at his sleepy face.

“Talk to me,” he coaxes, patting the meat of your belly. 

You swallow past the barbs in your throat, fidgeting once more. Your voice is small. Tentative. “Well, there is one way.”

You picture an inquisitive brow lifting. “Enlighten me.”

Quietly, you shift around on your bed in his arms until you’re faced with a mop of white. With drooping eyes glistening like the sun refracted off sea waves. 

You take his warm cheeks in your palms, sliding your thumbs along the scratchy stubble residing there. Trace over his bottom lip, entranced by its elasticity. Its fullness. He groans something soft and bitten-off, tugging you closer until your chests meet.

You look down between your bodies, a hot wash of embarrassment flooding your insides. A dismissive smile rounds your lips. “It’s stupid. Go back to sleep. Don’t worry about me.”

His hand slinks down your side, settling on your hip. He pitches himself forward, stealing the taste of your lips with a sticky, languid kiss. Nuzzles your nose with his beautifully sculpted one, a youthful quirk to his mouth. 

“Nothing is ever stupid when it comes to you. Tell me. I want to ease your pain.”

You worry your bottom lip again with your teeth, mulling over your next words. You burn hot when, in your peripheral, his eyes darken whilst following the action.

“I read somewhere that, um…”

Sylus strokes reassurance into your waist with his thumb. Wordlessly encourages you to continue, painting an attentive line between your mouth and lashes. 

“Orgasms…help.” 

“Oh?”

You flinch at how his voice rolls like thunder in his chest. You shut your eyes tight, to which he chuckles, dragging you impossibly closer until your pelvises acquaint themselves with each other. He traps your legs with his, mooring you to the spot. To him. 

Gentle digits pinch your chin, guiding your gaze back up. The look on his face makes your stomach twist, contending with your cramps. He kisses you once more, pressing that devilish smile to your lips. You relax after some time, letting him guide you through the languorous waltz of your tongues.

Your arms snake about his neck, and you pour the deftest little sound into his body, allowing him to plunder every ridge and crevice of your mouth. He pulls away with a sticky click, and the smolder of his gaze is unmistakable. 

Lust. Playfulness. Danger.

“Allow me to help,�� he says, voice warm milk and honey. 

Your stomach flips. 

There is no warning. No preamble when he effortlessly maneuvers your body until you’re straddling him, legs bracketing either side of his devastating hips. His fingers burn like cinders, clasped around your waist. The seam of his pants digs something harsh against the inner cut of your thigh. You throb, blinking dumbly down at your love.

He tugs with a chuckle, and you careen forward, catching yourself on palms perched on his virile chest. With a smirk canting one corner of his mouth, he pillows the back of his head with his palm, watching you expectantly, the pinnacle of smugness.

“Use me.”

Your face contorts with confusion, a hot thrill shooting through you. “Huh?”

“To get off,” he returns as if it’s as obvious as the night’s transition to day. 

He lightly swats your ass, and you release an indignant sound, bowing forward, a warm, dizzying pressure pushing against the seam of your cunt.

Is that—

Sylus scoffs at your indecision. “Do I have to do everything for you, sweetie?” 

It’s a tease, a challenge. Yet, before you’re granted the time for a response, his hand is firm and possessive on your hip, sliding you forward, and—oh, fuck.

You pulse at the pleasant glide of your cunt against his awakening bulge. He repeats the motion, this time sliding you back on his lap. And spurred by your pleasured response, he begins undulating your hips like the lazy pull of a tide receding into the sea. The friction brewing between your thighs is enough to make your eyes roll and your head loll back, your mouth falling open with a silent gasp.

His lips part slightly, his unoccupied hand clasping around your other hip to keep you in rhythm. “Just like that,” he rasps, watching the strings of your resolve fray slowly. 

He knows what his voice does to you. How his tender instruction curls in your stomach like smoke, unfurling upward to scorch your chest. 

When he’s convinced you’ve caught on, he releases your hips, blistering palms closing around your wrists to keep you anchored to him. To keep your palms pressed firm against the rigid pane of his chest for leverage. 

“That’s it, sweetheart. Use me. Take what you want from me.” His voice is murky. Gritty. Intense. Strained as if he’s enjoying the steady wind of your hips, the union of your bodies, just as much as you are.

Something twists low in your belly. You peer down at him with half-slit eyes, not once relinquishing the pleasurable knock of your hips. He studies you with equal fervor, pelvis slowly surging off the bed to meet you rock for rock. He’s goaded by your pleasure. By the soft, pathetic keening sounds leaving your lips, and his grip on your wrists is almost bruising.

“Take me, sweetheart. Take me.” He groans something heady, throaty, and it puddles in your core, searing hot like magma. 

Your walls quake around the menstrual cup nestled within, amplifying the sparkling sensation threatening to wholly take hold of you. 

“Don’t stop,” he urges on a groan. “Take your pleasure. Keep going until you’ve had your fill.”

You’ll lecture him later on his obsession with being used like something disposable. For now, you chase the tingling sensation stewing between your bodies, riding him a little faster than before, your clit perfectly dragging against his dick.

Your mouth hinges open as your hips paint a rhythm of their own accord, driven by feeling alone. Your orgasm creeps up your back like spindly, spidery limbs, and the world falls away, making way for a blinding surge of white. Your hips stutter. Stiffen, your tongue wrapping around his name. 

You barrel forward, falling into Sylus’ embrace, and you laugh as the final vestiges of your orgasm wade over you, leaving you a shaking mess of tendons and sweat. 

He smooths a hand over the notches of your spine as you come down, humming low, whispering dulcet words of encouragement into the crown of your head.

“That’s my girl. So good for me. So sweet. So pretty.”

His heartbeat is mollifying beneath your cheek. You smile, breaths evening out, sleep beckoning you with her feathery call. 

That’s one way to combat menstrual pain.

[authorhjk1]

Incantations of the old moon

(Seulgi X Joy X Yeri X Male Reader)

Joy coughs as she blows up dust by moving one of the bigger boxes to the side. The wooden floor creaks where ever she steps as she keeps rummaging around.

"If I had known he was gonna leave me hanging again..."

Joy mumbles as she moves another box to the side.

Her grandparents asked her, if she could clean and reorganize their attic. Joy didn't like the idea at first. But her grandparents are already quite old. She knows they won't be able to do it. At least not alone. And maybe she could find something interesting up here. Maybe a photo book of their childhood, or more pictures of their wedding. She used to love her grandma's stories about how she met her grandpa. And some objects of that time are probably lying around here somewhere.

If only Joy's boyfriend hadn't cancelled a minute before the two of them were supposed to leave. Her grandparents live a couple of hours away and so she had hoped for a nice and relaxing weekend outside of the city, together with her boyfriend. But he only told her he had to head to the company and off he went. And he still didn't send her a text to apologize.

Joy sighs as she picks up a huge and unfortunately heavy frame of a beautiful painting. She carries it across the small room, before leaning it against the wall. The physical exercise eases her mind a little and cools her temper. But her anger hasn't completely vanished yet.

Another huge box, full of books, finds itself dragged across the wooden floor. Once she lined it up next to the other boxes, Joy takes out the book on top. A novel. By the looks of it maybe 20 years old. Not very interesting. She puts it to the side and keeps browsing. But most of the books turn out to be thrillers, fantasy novels and romance books. Some of her grandma's library.

Two more boxes get turned upside down, until Joy finally squats down and opens the last untouched box in the room. This one contains older books. And she gets lucky. The second book bears her grandparent's names on the front page. The young woman slowly goes through the book, a never ending smile playing around her lips. There is her grandfather standing next to a bicycle, raising his hand and smiling at the camera. Another picture shows her grandma on the back of a horse, riding through a huge field. The last page only shows one picture. Their wedding day. The two of them stand side by side. He wears an old fashioned suit, while she wears a beautiful hanbok. Joy carefully caresses the photo, seeing both of their happy smiles.

A sudden wind almost makes her loose her balance. She closes the book and looks at the wide open window. She opened it earlier. Right? Joy doesn't remember, but she probably did. It can't just open itself.

She puts the book aside and checks the box for more hidden treasures. But to her disappointment, the rest of the box is made out of more of her grandma's book collection. Joy is about to give up, when her hands close around the last book lying on the bottom of the box. Its cover seems to be made out of red leather. But time has turned it into a brown tone. There aren't any letters on it, or any decorations. Not even on the back.

Joy slowly opens the book. More dust raises into the air, making her cough again. Her eyes now focus on the front page.

"Incantations of the old moon"

The paper has turned brown and yellow and it feels like it could fall apart any second. The letters almost look like they've been written with pure gold. It seems to reflect the small amount of sunshine that found it's way through the small window above her.

Joy flips the page. On it's back her eyes focus on the big letters which seem to be a name or a title of a chapter.

"Spell of the enkindled flame"

The black ink reminds Joy of a starless, cold night.

"Is this supposed to be a book filled with spells or something?"

Joy chuckles to herself. The text that follows does look like it's a poem or a spell. But the young woman just shakes her head and closes the book.

She starts to put the books she took out back into the the box. Her grandma's books first. Just when she is about to pick up the old mysterious book, another wind blows through the attic. To her surprise, the book opens, the first page turns itself. Joy feels a shiver run down her spine. The wind was a little harder, but is it just a coincidence the book got opened again?

For a moment, Joy stares at the name of the poem or the spell or whatever it is. Then her eyes glide down the page. She notices how the second part seems to be in another language. Latin maybe? She notices the word "et" That is Latin. Or maybe Italian? The page on the right is filled with letters written in the same pitch black ink.

"This spell heightens the caster's labido, increasing physical desire and intensifying arousal."

A laugh escapes Joy's lips. Not just a book of spells, but a book filled with spells for sex? Maybe this is a joke made by her grandma or something. Magic doesn't exist. So spells are useless. Just empty words someone made up. That's probably not even Latin. Just random words strung together.

"Well, I could give it a try. It's not gonna kill me, right?"

A sudden curiosity makes her heart beat a little faster. Surely this isn't real. But she can hear a small part of her brain acknowledging how weird it was that the wind opened the book again. What if it is magic? Maybe she could make her boyfriend do whatever she wants.

Joy chuckles at the thought. Yeah, sure. Why not give it a try?

She clears her throat and focuses back on the page on the left.

"By the ember’s glow and the night’s embrace,

Awaken the fire that passion does trace.

Let the pulse quicken, and the heat rise,

A flame of desire to light the skies."

Joy can feel how her excitement rises. Is that the spell, or just a normal reaction to something mysterious?

Unbeknownst to her, Joy's heartbeat has already picked up a little pace. Her body temperature rises as well. So slightly, it's barely noticeable.

"Per ignem sacrum et noctis umbras;

Crescat ardor, sensus foveat,

Flamma carnis, vires augeat."

That last part was hard to pronounce. And she definitely butchered every single one of those words. But Joy waits, still sitting on the floor in front of the box. She holds her breath. In her head, she counts to ten.

Nothing.

Then she reaches twenty.

Nothing.

Of course nothing happens. Because magic doesn't exist. It's just some useless book.

When she looks down on it again, Joy notices how it's not in her hand anymore. It's lying on the floor. Her eyes slowly wander to her hand. Her breath hitches when she realises she already unbuttoned her jeans.

"What-"

A sudden spike of lust pierces her body. Joy's eyes are wide open. She can literally feel how she is getting wet. Her body's temperature seems to rise and rise. A wave of pleasure builds up inside of her as her hand disappears inside her pants. The other is already pulling at her waistband to give herself more room. A drop of her saliva hits that second hand. She is drooling.

Joy bites her lip. The voice inside of her is almost screaming in panic. What is she supposed to do now? Surely not...

"Oh Lord!"

Joy almost cries out as her fingertips graze her clit. She's never been this sensitive. It almost feels like her own consciousness is being pushed to the back of her mind. A fog of lust takes over her brain.

Before Joy can even look down on herself again, she has already started rubbing herself furiously. Wave after wave of pleasure hits her body like it's a lonely rock in a deep sea. They keep coming, some washing over her, others almost knocking her down. Her breathing is now as fast as if she just ran down three flights of stairs.

"Oh god.... Please make it stop."

She manages to moan out, that last piece of her conscious mind fighting back. But the pleasure only intensifies. Joy can feel how her body is readying itself to climax already. How her abs tighten, how she bucks her hips towards her hand.

Never before did she get so aroused by just rubbing her clit. When she needs to take care of herself, she usually needs three fingers inside of her to make herself orgasm. But now, her body seems to be in overdrive. Every fiber of her entire being is urging her on to cum, working towards her climax.

Joy can already feel how her fingers, which are pulling back the waistband of her jeans, are already starting to hurt. She can't keep this up either way. It's only a matter of seconds now.

The sunlight shines through the small window and onto the woman sitting on the wooden floor. Her moans are filling the small room. Her legs shake when another wave threatens to brake her. Joy's wide open eyes close as she braces herself.

"Ahhhhh!"

Her squeal - light, sharp and rising in pitch - echoes her joy like a playful, excited note. That final wave has completely washed over her, almost drowning her in her own pleasure.

"Oh my god. Oh my god."

Half whisper, half moan. Joy feels how she is ruining her panties. Her juices darken the light fabric, making it heavier. It takes a moment, until her body seems to have completely calmed down. Except for her still quickly paced breathing.

Joy stands in her grandparent's guest room, looking at the book in her hands. Why did she take it with her again? She has the urge to open it again and read the rest of the book. Maybe there are more spells. Maybe there better spells. But she is able to control herself. She tugs it underneath the pillow of her bed.

"Maybe later."

She whispers to herself, before taking off her jeans. It seems like they are still dry, so she only has to change her underwear. Joy grimaces as she pulls her soaked panties off her body. It feels weird. This never happened to her before.

Looking down on herself, Joy feels a slight tingle in her nether regions. Just the mere sight of her own pussy is starting to turn her on again. She decides to focus on her panties. She holds them up, examining them. As her fist closes tightly around them, drops start to fall to the floor.

"Damn, what is wrong with me?"

Joy sighs. Her mind is still having trouble accepting that magic exists. She is still trying to come up with some simple explanation. Maybe she got this horny, because of her recent busy schedule and lack of pleasure? But would that make her this horny?

"Sooyoung! Come down for lunch!"

"In a minute!"

Her grandma's voice reminds her that she is still standing half naked in her room.

Joy joins her grandparents on the couch after lunch. They always watch a program which hosts idols around this time of day, because they don't want to miss the day, when Joy makes her appearance.

But the woman in question is having a hard time keeping it together. There wasn't any particular trigger during lunch, which would explain her aroused state. But her arousal has kept rising, since she.... Well, since she came.

Joy sighs and puts her hands between her ass and the couch, sitting on them. She's afraid another sudden spike of pure lust will catch her off guard. She doesn't even dare to think about what her grandparents would think of her, if she suddenly started to play with herself in front of them.

As the show continues and this week's cast gets introduced, Joy recognizes a familiar face. Her boyfriend. So that's why he couldn't come with her. Someone else probably canceled last minute and he had to fill in. But that still doesn't excuse his lack of explanation, or an apology for canceling on her.

"I remember when two of us were this young."

Her grandma sighs nostalgically, taking her husband's hand.

"You always looked so handsome."

"Me?"

Joy's grandfather laughs.

"Every boy in our town ran after you."

For some reason, those words struck a nerve for Joy. She focuses on the people on TV. Her boyfriend and three male hosts.

"Everyone wants you."

Was that Joy's own voice in her head? It sounded different. As if it's trying manipulate her thoughts.

"You can have them all."

Joy bites her lip. Her arousal reaches another plateau. She can feel how she is getting wetter again. She unconsciously starts to rub her thighs together. Just the idea of sleeping with more than one man suddenly fills her head with lust. Taking not just one cock, but two or three... That suddenly sounds like heaven for Joy. All of the attention on her. She is an object of desire for several guys, almost begging her to let them use her.

As her lust takes over more and more of her body, the initial ideas turn into vivid pictures inside her head. She can almost see how she is kneeling in front of a group of guys, mouth wide open, tongue sticking out, waiting for them all to fuck her face.

As if her body is on autopilot, Joy jumps off the couch.

"Are you alright, dear?"

"Just a minute."

Her voice sounds hoarse, even to her own ears. But she quickly heads for the guest room, almost tripping as she takes two steps at once.

As soon as the door closes behind her, Joy strips. Her top quickly falls onto her bed. Her bra follows. Her jeans hit the ground next to her and she kicks her panties into one of the corners of the room.

Barely ten second after she got inside, Joy is kneeling in the middle of the room. She closes her eyes and lets her hands wander all over her body. She starts with her breasts, squeezing and fondling them as if two men were exploring her naked body. Her hands soon glide lower, following the tightness of her midriff. She caresses her own thighs as she imagines herself surrounded by five men. In her mind, Joy eagerly watches them strip, licking her lips when she sees their hard cocks.

The small voice in her mind, telling her this is weird and unnatural has almost been completed drowned out by now. The intensity of her dirty thoughts almost make her feel like it's actually happening.

Joy reaches out with one hand and wraps it around one of the dicks pointing at her. She can almost feel how hard the man is as she begins to stroke his cock. Another man steps forward and Joy gladly opens her mouth. She doesn't even have to put her fingers into her mouth pretending it's a cock. Her vivid imagination is already enough. She can feel how his cock is sliding in and out of her mouth. How his tip grazes the back of her mouth with every thrust.

When another man steps forward, Joy starts to jerk him off as well. Both her hands use the same rhythm and pace, while her excitement grows and grows. She was never a huge fan of someone cuming on her. Even with her boyfriend, Joy prefers for him to cum inside her, when they used protection. But now? Now, Joy can't wait for the five guys to use her face as a canvas. She would ask them, beg them, to paint her face, if it wasn't for the cock inside her mouth.

Joy greedily keeps sucking the man in front of her, while she jerks off the two on her sides. She almost forgot the other two men. They now play with her tits, like she did before. Joy lets out a moan around the cock in her mouth as she feels them pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts.

If she could see herself like that, Joy would definitely die of shame. Kneeling on the floor in an empty room. Completely naked. Her mouth wide open, her hands on either side over head head, doing corkscrew motions. As her pussy gets wetter and wetter, even without any stimulation, drops of her juices slowly drip onto the carpet.

Inside her head, Joy already has the five guys on the edge of their orgasms. How she got there is a mystery even to herself. But here she is now. Her pussy almost radiating pure lust as she lowers her hands. One reaches for her chest once more, while the other finally drops down to her core.

Joy can feel how close she is. Once more the flat of her hand begins to rub her clit. Within a matter of secondd, her hand is already coated in her slick.

"Yes, cum all over my face."

Joy sighs, before opening her mouth as wide as possible and sticking her tongue out. All five guys are surrounding her, stroking themselves. The first man's load hits her nose, while the rest lands on her tongue. The other two, standing on either side of her, cum all over her cheeks and eyes. Joy's eyelids feel heavy now. Even if she wanted to, it feels like she couldn't open her eyes. The two guys behind her cum as well. All across her face.

Joy feels their warm cum on her skin. She never felt this good. She knows she is mere seconds away herself. Just one last thing to degrade herself even further....

The guy in front of her pushes his cock past her lips.

"Clean it, little whore."

"Fuck!"

Joy orgasms hard as she licks the man's left over cum off his cock.

Her eyes stay closed throughout the entirety of her orgasm. It feels like it takes her a whole hour to work through it. Wave after wave makes her body shake and tremble. Because she was pretending she had someone's dick in her mouth, Joy started drooling all over herself at some point. Her tits are covered in her own spit.

When Joy finally opens her eyes again, it takes some effort. As if the men's imaginary cum has glued her eyes shut. A feeling of disgust and horror washes over Joy as she looks down on herself. Her hand wet with slick. Her tits covered in spit, the carpet underneath stained by a big puddle of her juices.

"What have I done?"

She whispers to herself. This isn't normal. And she feels like a whore and a slut after this. Dirty and used. Filthy. She needs to take a shower. Now. But what if she gets turned on again? Joy shakes her head. She came twice today. Both times harder than all of last month's orgasms combined. Spell or no spell. Her body is drained.

The feeling of failure and shame colours Joy's cheeks red. She slides down along the tiles of the wall of the shower. Her body is completely wet due to the water, but her lower half is now partially covered in slick again. As her breathing calms down, Joy finally makes a decision.

She needs to get rid of that book. She doesn't know how long this spell is gonna last. And she doesn't even want to know what the others do. And she definitely does not want to be tempted to try it again, when she is feeling really low or stressed out. A shudder rushes through her body as she imagines herself breaking down on stage and just mindlessly rubbing her pussy in front of thousands of people.

Suddenly her eyes are wide open.

"No, stop it! Not again!"

Joy quickly tries to think of something else. Maybe something disgusting.

"A camel, fish, vomit..."

She grimaces, but it seems to work. Thinking about random things not related to anything sexual. Maybe this is the way to control the effects of the spell?

It seems like the spell finally wore off. Nothing happened for the rest of the day. Actually, Joy almost forgot that the book is still there, until she lied down on her bed, ready to fall asleep. She can clearly feel it underneath her pillow.

"No, I won't look at it."

She closes her eyes.

But what if it influences her in a another way, when she sleeps with it under her pillow? Her eyes open again and Joy takes out the book. She is just about to put in on the nightstand, when curiosity invades her thoughts once more. What if she just checks out the next spell? She doesn't have to use it. Just look what it does.

"Okay."

Joy sighs in defeat and sits up, leaning up against the wall behind her.

"But only looking. I promise, I won't use it."

She flips through the first pages, passing the first spell that already brought her to her limits. Joy catches a small warning on the bottom left corner.

"Do not use this spell twice a day. Severe loss of self control and random orgasms without stimulation are side affects."

Joy shakes her head in disbelief. Who would try to use a spell like that twice a day? Even now she is consciously pushing back the undying urge to pleasure herself one last time.

When she reaches the next spell in the book, Joy focuses on the right page once more, reading all the instructions.

"The incantation of velvet dreams"

"Casts a spell over sleep, giving the caster or target vivid, sensual dreams that amplify desire upon waking."

"Interesting."

Joy murmurs to herself. Maybe she'd be able to sleep better. She always gets so little sleep because of her schedule. Maybe this will enhance the quality of the little sleep she does have.

She keeps reading, when she realizes that there are more requirements to cast the spell.

"A silver thread:

A thin thread of silver should be tied loosely around the wrist as a symbol of connection to the dream realm.

Silent preparation:

The caster must spend five minutes in complete silence, meditating on their intent, before the spell can take effect. The impact is improved if the caster is dressed in the same way as he or she invisons him or her self during mediation.

Honey:

Place three drops of honey on the tongue before sleep to invoke sweetness in the dream realm."

Joy ponders for a moment. All those things are quite easy to get or do. She glances at the left page with the spell. Should she try it out?

No, she promised herself she wouldn't. Joy knows it's a bad idea and yet she is already thinking about what she'd love to dream tonight. She hesitates.

"Are there any side effects?"

She mumbles to herself, going through the right page again. Nothing. Maybe this spell is safer to use then the first one. After all, she is sleeping anyway.

"Might as well..."

Joy gets out of bed, ready to gather the necessary materials. Silver thread and honey. One in her grandma's sewing box, the other in the kitchen.

Once she is back with both of them, she puts the glass of honey and a spoon onto the nightstand and places the thread next to it.

"Outfit..."

Joy opens the wardrobe, looking through the clothes she took with her. A dress? A short top and skirt? She can feel herself getting turned on again, just thinking about what she could be able to dream off. That's when she remembers her luggage.

Since she thought her boyfriend would come with her, Joy packed something a little extra. Her grandparents go to sleep early and her and her boyfriend's sex life isn't as good as she'd like it to be. Maybe the fresh country air would've helped her out. But now, this has to suffice.

Joy smiles as she takes out the lingerie that was lying on the bottom of her luggage. It's basically a see through red body suit. She quickly puts it on and closes the attached red collar around her neck. With a click, the button is secure. Joy looks down on herself. She can basically see her whole body underneath the thin red fabric, especially her nipples, which look a little darker now. Its neckline doesn't do its name justice at all. The cut down her body ends right underneath her breasts.

"Now the thread..."

Joy can feel the excitement in her body rising as she puts the silver thread around her wrist. Unbeknownst to her, it isn't only her excitement that makes her use the next spell. The first one has already raised her basic sexual appetite. If she keeps this up at this pace, she soon won't be able to climax anymore, without a spell in the book. Too bad the most important instructions and warnings are all listed on the very last page.

The warm rays of the sun hit Joy's face in the morning. She sleeps with a smile playing around her lips. The birds in the garden start to sing, which slowly makes her open her eyes.

"That was good."

She sighs dreamily. She can't remember every detail of her dream, but the most important parts are stuck in her head. Pulling the sheets aside, Joy looks down on herself. She's still wearing that red body suit. And the part that covers her pussy is visibly wet.

But the good thing is, Joy doesn't feel this undying urge to satisfy herself like yesterday. Maybe it has finally worn off. The spell for the dream seems to be the perfect solution. At least for now. She is perfectly relaxed. This is like the best start for a day.

When Joy is finally done with unpacking, she quickly eats dinner, before going to bed. She just got back home to her apartment. On the way, she bought silver threat and a new glass of honey. She is gonna need it.

Now, Joy sits on her bed, eyes closed as she thinks about what she wants to dream tonight. She is wearing the same red bodysuit as last night. The tight fabric stretches over every curve of her body. Only while putting it on a couple of minutes ago, Joy realized how good her butt looked in it. Now her thoughts seem to be related to that. She imagines herself having anal sex for the first time. Someone eating out her ass and then using lube to make it easier for him. It's no one specific, but Joy feels save and cared for as the man lies on his side behind her and starts to push his cock inside her ass.

A huge smile plays around her lips when she opens her eyes again. Joy reaches for the book in front of her and starts to read the spell out loud.

"By the silk of night and the moon’s soft light,

Weave the dreams that dance in the night.

Let the body stir and the senses ignite,

A journey of pleasure through the shadowed flight."

Just like the night before, she feels her eyelids getting heavier. A soothing, warm feeling starts to spread through her body. Not the primal, undying urge to get fucked. But a feeling of completion and easiness.

"Per noctem et lumen lunare;

Somnia sensuales, gaudium efflorescat."

Joy places the book on the nightstand and reaches for the honey. Three drops onto her tongue. She closes her eyes, her head resting on her soft pillow. The honey on her tongue sweetens the process of falling asleep.

As soon as her eyes close, Joy starts to dream. She is inside her own apartment. Wearing that red bodysuit. Why was she dressed like this again? Right, her boyfriend. It's his birthday.

During her five minutes of silence, Joy failed to think of a build up. Her fantasy started out with a man kissing her as he lies her on her bed. Now her subconsciousness is stringing random thoughts together.

She is waiting for her boyfriend, wanting to make his night special. But when the bell rings it's not him, but the delivery guy. Luckily, Joy put on a robe before opening the door. The man looks her up and down, being able to tell how little she must be wearing. Her robe is barely reaching her thighs, her legs and feet completely naked.

"That'd make 20 000 ₩"

Joy reaches for her card and the man takes out the device to scan it with.

"Card declined"

Horror slowly creeps onto Joy's face, when she realizes she won't be able to pay. She doesn't have any cash lying around. She can already sense the man's inappropriate glances.

"I'm sorry. It seems like I can't pay right now."

"I'm sure we can find away."

His smile makes her shudder. But in a good way for some reason. She feels like he would know how to make her feel good. If she just invited another man inside. Just once.....

Joy stirs awake the next morning. Like the night before, she can't remember the whole dream. But this one was definitely better than the first. As she is slowly getting rid of her sleepiness, Joy starts to feel odd. She reaches out to flip the sheets off her and her hand touches wet fabric. Worry creeps up her spine.

"Don't tell me..."

She lifts the covers.

"Oh god...."

Almost the entire bed is wet. Soaked. Drenched with her juices. That explains why her dream was so good. She lifts one of her legs, the sheets stick to it for a while, before they fall back down. The red fabric on her body is glued to her skin. She must've rolled around in her own slick the whole night.

A small price to pay, considering how good the dream was. She can just take a shower.

"And change the sheets...."

Joy sighs, but she doesn't have a choice. As she gets off the bed, she is already thinking about a way to sleep, without drowning herself in her own juices.

"Let's try this again."

Joy stands up and takes her place behind Yeri. She raises her arms as the music starts and the five of them start to practice the dance once again.

Two weeks have gone by since Joy found the book. Her and her boyfriend did talk about her weekend at her grandparent's, but she didn't mention what she found. She could share it with no one, since no one would believe her.

But for two weeks, Joy has been working on her own pleasure by herself. Her and her boyfriend's schedules didn't allow them to see each other often, let alone have sex with each other. So when she did have time, Joy used the spell for her dreams to at least feel good when she woke up in the morning.

But she is starting to feel a rising need for more. She needs to orgasm while she is awake. She needs something to get herself off. She has been going through the book and found a couple of more spells. And when her eyes fall on Seulgi, she is determined to use one of them today.

Joy thought about this for quite a while. Nothing seems to really do it anymore for her. Playing with herself is nice and all and she does climax while doing so, but she is starting to miss something. She is starting to miss someone else's touch.

She has had these dreams about other guys. She does admit that. But she'd never cheat on her boyfriend. How horny or aroused she might be, she'd never do something like that. That's what she told herself.

Now, Joy is thinking about a loophole in some way. Sex with other men is definitely cheating. But what if it's with another woman? There is no dick involved. So technically, she wouldn't have penetrative sex, right? So it would be okay for her and Seulgi to pleasure each other? Just this once?

Joy doesn't even realize how ridiculous that sounds. But the book's influence on her is slowly growing stronger. Her desire for pleasure keeps rising. She doesn't know it, but her body realizes that the book might be able to give her eternal pleasure. Pleasure that is out of this world. And that doesn't mean these simple spells. There must be something else. Something that frees her from earthly boundaries and rules.

And Joy is starting to become so desperate, she's willing to cast a spell on one of her members.

"One last time. We will go home afterwards."

Joy looks at Irene while she speaks

She thought about whom she should choose. Irene was the first who didn't qualify. Or rather, Joy was afraid of what could happen. Irene can be strict. She thought of Yeri and Wendy as well, but the two of them don't seem to be weak minded. And the instructions said, it would be easier on someone who is easier. But that doesn't mean Joy sees Seulgi as dumb or a slut. She is just loving and caring. A person who often can't say no.

And that's why Seulgi finds herself inside Joy's apartment exactly one hour later. The younger woman asked her to come over and hang out. Seulgi didn't have any plans, so she agreed.

But now she feels like something is going on. Joy is acting different. She noticed that during practice already. Her mind seemed to be somewhere else. And she looks like she has that after sex glow. But all the time. And she surely can't be having sex all day.

Pretending to prepare snacks for the two of them, Joy is standing inside her kitchen. She glances at Seulgi, watching her drink the juice she gave her. The younger one told her it's supposed to help for losing weight. But in reality, it was just random juice she had in her fridge. The special ingredient was a strand of Joy's hair. Seulgi had to drink it in order to form the necessary bond between the two of them.

After confirming that Seulgi isn't paying attention to her, Joy starts to read from the book, which is lying on the counter.

"Serpent of secrets, lend me your grace,

Let your kiss awaken, and pleasure embrace.

By the moon’s soft glow and the stars that gleam,

Uncoil the longing that sleeps in the dream."

As she reaches the Latin part of the spell, Joy raises her hand. Now she has to draw a snake in the air. And she does so as she reads the last lines.

"Per lunam et stellas lucentes;

Sensibus favorem, desiderium augeat."

The snake she drew seems to be made of a small cloud. It starts to move towards Seulgi. Joy watches, hoping she did everything right. Doubt is starting to rise inside her as the snake opens her mouth. It's now right behind Seulgi. Joy bites her lip. As soon as the snake touches Seulgi, it disappears. Gone.

Did it work?

Joy hesitates, but then walks over to Seulgi, while holding a plate with grapes and watermelon.

"Thanks."

Seulgi smiles as she reaches for a handful of grapes. Joy sits down next to her.

It seems like the older woman isn't affected at all. She seems to behave normally. Maybe Joy did something wrong? She glances at Seulgi's glass, which is only half empty. Or did she not drink her hair yet?

Joy sighs and sinks back against the backrest of her couch. She should've never even tried this. Seulgi is one of her best friends. The two of them lived together for a long time. How could she just decide to use her, so she can satisfy her own pleasure? The younger woman feels ashamed of herself. The book was fun and all. But now it slowly seems to take over her actions. It has to go. Rather sooner than later.

Joy stands up, determined to get rid of the book immediately. When she walks past Seulgi, a hand suddenly grabs her wrist. She looks down on her friend.

"Unnie..."

Her words get caught in her throat as Joy sees the lust glisten in Seulgi's eyes.

Before she can react, Seulgi has already pulled her onto the couch again. Her lips crash against the younger one's, making her fall onto her back. The moment their lips touch, Joy's lust skyrockets. She loves how Seulgi's lips feel on hers. How her tongue brushes against her own. How her hands hold onto her waist. She needs to have her. Now.

Seulgi is in a state of pure lust, confusion and horror. What the hell is she doing? Why is she kissing her friend? And why can't she stop? Why does it feel so good? Why does it make her pussy wet? Why-

Her own consciousness slowly retreats as arousal takes its place. Seulgi knows it's wrong. She has never thought about Joy this way. She would've never dared to kiss her without consent, even if she wanted to. But her lust driven body seems to have a mind on its own now.

The two women loose themselves far too quickly. While their kiss continues, Seulgi undoes the two buttons on Joy's top, while Joy reaches for the zipper of Seulgi's skirt. The younger one lets out a moan as she feels her friend's leg between her own. It slightly presses itself against her core, stimulating Joy's already sensitive clit.

No words are being spoken as Seulgi pushes Joy's top off her tits, while Joy lets Seulgi's opened skirt glide down the older girl's legs. Their kiss finally breaks, when Seulgi leans down to kiss the younger girl's neck.

"Unnie..."

She sighs and places her hands on the other girls butt cheeks. She starts to knead them as Seulgi's lips travel lower. Soon, they latch onto Joy's right nipple. She arches her back off the couch in response, her body yearning for the other girl's touch. At the same time, her hands have now pulled Seulgi's cheeks apart and two fingers dive towards her core.

The sound that escapes Seulgi's lips is half squeal, half moan. Joy's fingers penetrate her lower lips. Her thumb automatically rests on her asshole due to their position. Only a little bit of pressure makes Seulgi suck harder on Joy's nipples.

The two of them lose track of time as they pleasure each other. After a while, they find themselves in Joy's bed with Joy on the bottom and Seulgi on top, eating each other out.

The younger girl has really gotten a good taste of Seulgi's pussy by now. She can't tell if it's just the spell, but she really seems to enjoy it. If she could, she would feast on Seulgi's pussy the entire night, making her a squealing mess. But Seulgi's tongue works her own pussy too, making Joy almost fall apart every three seconds. Both their bodies are way more sensitive than they usually are. Side effects of the spell.

"Unnie..."

Joy moans, when she feels Seulgi slip two fingers inside her cunt. The older woman's tongue flicks against her clit and the woman on the bottom starts to loose it. Her thighs tremble as Seulgi does her best to push Joy towards her third orgasm of the night. The younger girl is unable to return the favour, moaning out loud and shaking underneath her friend.

"Please, mommy....."

If she wasn't about to climax, Joy would've felt immense shame in that moment. What did she just call Seulgi?

But she can't think about that now. Seulgi adds a third finger, properly stretching out Joy's pussy. Her tongue keeps flicking against her clit, making Joy's hips rise off the bed.

"Mommy!"

Joy crashes down. The shame and pleasure mix together as her orgasm rolls through her. Her body is a mess. Hair glistening with sweat and their combined juices. Her pussy is leaking and her whole body is glazed with a thin layer of sweat.

"I'm sorry, unnie. I-"

Seulgi gets off of her and turns around. She kisses Joy's lips to shut her up.

"Say it again."

"What?"

Joy is confused. It was an embarrassing slip up and she thought Seulgi would be mad or disgusted. But as she watches her climbing on top of Joy, the opposite seems to be the case.

"Tell me what a good girl you are."

The younger woman is shocked by Seulgi's sudden dominant attitude. But she starts to moan when Seulgi begins to ride her. Their two pussies meet whenever Seulgi sinks down. One hand is placed flat on Joy's midriff, while the other applies pressure to both of their clits.

"I don't-"

Joy's reply is cut short by Seulgi pinching Joy's clit. A spike of pain and pleasure rushes through her system.

"Mommy....."

Joy hisses as Seulgi continues to ride her.

"I-I've been a good girl for mommy. Right?"

Seulgi's head rolls back, her mouth open as a moan escapes her lips. Joy instinctively holds onto Seulgi's waist. So this how it feels like when someone rides you? It's the first time Joy experiences this, but she can understand why her boyfriend likes it, whenever she does it. But her thoughts quickly focus back on Seulgi as she quickens her pace.

Although, it's actually more grinding than riding. The friction of their pussies rubbing together makes the two women moan in union. Joy's hands wander towards Seulgi's ass and she squeezes her cheeks, appreciating how firm they are.

"Yes, grope my ass. Bad girl."

Seulgi moans and she reaches for Joy's tits in return. The two of them grind against each other, while their hands play with the other's body. Joy's eyes are glued to Seulgi's abs, which look so damn amazing when they are slightly glistening with sweat.

The younger girl sits up, needing to have a taste. Seulgi lets out an appreciative sigh, when she feels Joy's tongue on her midriff. She feels the saltiness of Seulgi's sweat on her tongue as Joy traces along the lines of the older girl's abs.

"Now you're being a good girl."

Seulgi strokes her hair. She keeps riding Joy, constantly increasing the pleasure they both feel. Soon, their bodies become one. Neither of them can tell where her body ends and the other one's begins.

"Mommy...."

Joy moans again as she feels the pressure and friction at her core becoming too much to handle.

"Yes, baby. Me too...."

The two of them lock eyes. Their dark orbs are glistening with lust. Seulgi tilts her head and captures Joy's lips one last time.

As their bodies shake in union, both girls moan into each other's mouths. Joy can barely feel the pain of Seulgi biting her lip. They fall onto the bed, their bodies working through their orgasms individually.

Shame and embarrassment run through her veins as Joy just lies in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Seulgi is lying next to her. The two of them are still catching their breaths, but they're back to their old selves.

"I'm sorry."

Joy's voice sounds broken.

"This is all my fault."

Seulgi would've shook her head, if she wasn't too tired.

"Why would this be your fault? I started it. I should take responsibility."

"You don't understand."

Joy hesitates. Is she really going to reveal her secret?

"I.... There-There is this book. I-I used it on you."

"What book?"

"A book full with spells. About.... About sex."

She closes her eyes, afraid Seulgi will laugh at her. But the older woman stays silent for a while.

"Magic doesn't exist, Joy."

The younger girl can hear the worry in her voice.

"It does. Why do you think all of this just happened? I-I used a spell."

"A spell? So that I become...."

Seulgi feels her cheeks heating up.

"So that I become turned on?"

"Kinda."

Joy doesn't want explain it further.

"And-And this book. Is it dangerous?"

"I don't think so. As long as you're able to control yourself, it's actually pretty good."

Joy hears how Seulgi turns her head to look at her. She tears her eyes off the ceiling and looks into her friend's eyes.

"Can-Can I see it?"

After taking a proper shower, without another incident, the two women sit side by side on Joy's bed, flipping through the book.

"And you tried all of them?"

Joy shakes her head no.

"A couple."

Joy turns the next page.

"The rapture of flowing rivers"

"I tried that one."

"What happened?"

Seulgi looks at her with genuine curiosity. Joy hesitates, although the two of them just made each other cum and have talked about sex since then.

"You... You squirt a lot."

"Really? I think I've never done that before. What does it feel like?"

"Well,..."

Joy remembers the day she tried out that spell.

"It feels like you need to pee while you climax. It makes your orgasm feel way better. Instead of holding it in, you just have to let it go. Or in this case"

She nods towards the spell.

"You don't have a choice."

"How much did you squirt?"

"I'm not sure. But you probably could've filled a whole bottle after one time."

"Wow."

Seulgi's eyes are wide open in awe as she keeps looking through the book. Eventually she reaches the last spell.

"Spell of summoning: The Incubus rite"

"Have you tried this one?"

"No I haven't. I can't do it alone."

"Why not?"

"Like I showed you earlier, some spells require specific objects or actions. Part of this one is having three different attributes, if you can call them that. You need to have a romantic partner, you need to have had sex within the last couple of days and at the same time you shouldn't have had a lot of sex yet. I feel like the instructions are trying to tell the caster that three people need to perform this spell."

"And what is it good for? Isn't the Incubus something like a Succubus?"

"Yes. The male version. It says this Incubus will fulfill your every desire, once you summon him. The instructions say he has no limits."

"That sounds amazing. Do you have anything that you'd wish for? I'd think most of the other spells got you covered already."

"You think he is like a... Sex genie?"

"If it says, he has no limits, yeah? What else would he do?"

"It doesn't say anything about wishes here."

"Do you have anything specific in mind?"

Joy thinks about Seulgi's question.

"I don't know.... I guess... I guess me and my boyfriend could maybe..... I don't know... Improve something."

Joy feels awkward as she is admitting that her sex life isn't going as well as she'd like.

"I get it. Guys can be disappointing sometimes."

The two of them chuckle.

"What about you?"

Seulgi shrugs her shoulders.

"I've always wanted.... I don't know... A bigger chest? I love to touch them when I'm alone. But guys don't seem to be very interested."

"What are you talking about? You have... A nice chest."

"Well,"

Seulgi blushes a little more.

"I just wish it would be a little bigger. But I definitely don't want a doctor to do something, you know? That feels unnatural."

"And this doesn't?"

Joy raises an eyebrow and points at the book.

The two women laugh at the situation. Neither of them would've ever imagined having this conversation with each other.

"Stop playing with me."

Yeri rolls her eyes at Joy.

"A sex book? Please."

The youngest looks around the practice room.

"Is that some sort of prank? Where is the camera?"

"This isn't a prank, Yeri. Do you think I'd say something like that in front of a camera?"

Yeri sighs. She knows Joy wouldn't. But it still sounds like a joke to her.

"Who would even come up with that? Are you telling me wizards and witches are real?"

"I don't know. I just know it works."

Yeri hesitates. She can tell by looking at Joy's eyes that she does seem genuine. But she just can't understand the words that are coming out of her mouth.

"And the two of you really...."

She looks at Seulgi, who immediately blushes.

"Yes, we did."

Joy takes Yeri's hand.

"At least try it. What's the worst thing that could happen?"

"I still don't believe you. You want me to be there so you can summon some sex demon? Do you even hear yourself?"

"I-"

"Hi guys!"

Wendy greets the three girls as she steps into the practice room, Irene close behind. The girls all look at her with wide open eyes as if she just caught them doing something weird.

"We should get started. Our schedules are all full."

Irene takes the lead and the five of them soon start practice.

Joy feels a burning need inside of her as she continues to dance. She wasn't sure about telling Yeri all of this. But she knows the younger girl doesn't have a lot of experience yet. And now that she did it, her urge to finally do this last spell keeps on eating at her. Her whole body is asking for it. If this could really enhance her sex life with her boyfriend...

Seulgi keeps glancing at Yeri from time to time. Even for her it still feels odd to believe that all of this is true. But it makes sense. What happened that night at Joy's was not within her control. She could feel how something else influenced her actions. How her body was suddenly burning with lust for her friend. How good it felt when they made each other cum...

Yeri feels how the two older women look at her from time to time. She still doesn't believe them. But she can't help but daydream. A book with spells about sex? So far her sexual experiences have been rather disappointing. Not like there were a lot of them anyway. Maybe the book could help her out? Yeri almost has to laugh. Yeah sure. It's gonna make her a guy who knows what to do with her body. Who knows how to make her feel good. Who can be gentle. But also rough if she needs it....

After practice, Yeri has almost forgotten about Joy's and Seulgi's ridiculous idea. The two of them didn't talk about it again. After she got home, Yeri took a shower and put some new clothes on. She was just about to throw her outfit from practice earlier into the washing machine, when a note falls out of her pocket.

Yeri picks it up and reads what is written on it.

"You just need to read it out loud. Have fun."

The text underneath looks like a poem. The ending part seems to be written in Latin.

"Oh please. Very funny Joy."

She noticed it's the older girl's handwriting.

Yeri throws the note into the garbage and gets comfortable on the couch. She ordered something to eat earlier and is now preparing herself for a nice and relaxed night. Herself, food and Netflix. What else would she need to make this day any better?

She already put on something comfortable. Pink, fluffy jeans and a matching short crop top.

Just when she finished putting a blanket on the couch and rearranged the cushions, the doorbell rings.

Yeri's stomach is already calling out for the food as she walks towards the door.

"Thank you. How much is it?"

She smiles at the girl who hands her the tteokbokki.

She pays with her phone and closes the door behind her. After getting a pair of chopsticks and a chocolate bar out of the kitchen, Yeri gets comfortable on the couch. She turns on her TV. She's about to to open the container where the tteokbokki is in, when she sees a note on top of it. The note!

"What the fuck?"

Yeri quickly jumps to her feet and runs over to check the garbage. It's not in there. How the hell did the note move by itself? That's impossible.

She shakes her head and throws it back into the trash. Maybe she didn't throw it away earlier. But now she definitely did.

When Yeri sits back down on the couch, her eyes widen in horror. There is the note. On top of the container.

"What?"

Yeri doesn't know what to do. Is she drunk or drugged or something? Slowly realization hits her. Or is this magic? Did Joy really speak the truth? Is this possible?

With shaking fingers, Yeri picks up the note again. Maybe she should use the spell? If it's real, it might make her night even better. But what if- Joy said it isn't harmful.

Yeri hesitates for a little while, but eventually decides to go for it. Nothing is going to happen anyways.

"Here I go. The enchantment of lingering bliss. Very creative."

Yeri clears her throat and then starts to read.

"By the silken thread of desire’s dance,

I call forth pleasure with each glance.

Let every touch ignite a fire,

But leave the heart in sweet desire."

She pauses for second. Not exactly sure why. Yeri tries to feel something. But it seems like everything is the same.

"Per tactum lenem et ardorem quietum;

Gaudium augeatur, sed solutio vetetur."

Still nothing. At least that's what she thinks. The spell is already affecting her. A specific part of her body has just been disconnected from another one, until the spell wears off. Something deep inside of her.

"With breath held tight and senses keen,

Let longing rise, pure and unseen.

May bliss increase with every trace,

Yet never reach its final place."

Yeri holds her breath. But she still doesn't catch anything odd.

"I knew it."

She mumbles and throws the note onto the coffee table. As she takes the lid off the container, her fingertips suddenly tingle.

"What-"

Before she can even react, Yeri has already unbuttoned her jeans. One hand is diving inside, while the other slips underneath her top. Just moments later, she is already rubbing her clit and pinching her nipples at the same time.

"Oh, gosh."

Yeri's head rolls back. Pleasure overwhelming her, while she is still trying to figure out what happens.

"Oh, please. Just once."

Yeri almost starts crying as she looks at herself through the mirror. She is basically kneeling on the floor in her bedroom, right in front of her mirror. The dildo she owns is deep inside of her as she keeps impaling herself on it. She decided to keep her top on, while her jeans are gone. For some reason it makes her look much hotter. How her tits look so much better than usual. And how it shows off her tight midriff.

"I'm begging you..."

Yeri isn't talking to anyone in particular. Maybe her own body.

"Just this once."

A lonely tear rolls down her cheek.

For the past six hours, Yeri has been trapped at the very edge of the most intense orgasm of her life. Whatever she does, she can't take the next step and finally fall into the sea of pleasure she is longing for so much. Nothing seems to help. She tried so much already. Even put on some porn, while she was masturbating, but even that didn't help. Watching herself riding a cock was her last, desperate attempt for release.

Yeri can feel how she is almost there. How her sensitive walls grip onto the plastic inside of her. How her clit seems to burn as she keeps rubbing it furiously. She leans back, her other hand supporting her, and tries to make her tits look even bigger. Maybe when she looks like a real slutty whore, she might be able to cum. She is ready to degrade herself even further, if she needs to. Whatever it is, she'd do it now.

"What have you done to me, unnie?"

Another tear rolls down her cheek and she watches herself on and on as she keeps riding the dildo.

"I thought you'd never come."

Joy greets Yeri as she enters the room.

The newcomer glares at her.

"Last night was the worst night of my life. "

"Oh, don't exaggerate. But you now admit that magic exists, right? Otherwise you wouldn't be here."

"Yes, just get it over with. I-I need it."

Her urgent glare tells Joy Yeri still can't orgasm. But it seems like her arousal and lust have died down.

"Okay, we're almost done with preparations."

Yeri looks around the room. The moonlight illuminates the walls, decorated with paintings of flowers and sceneries. Everything looks old. The reason for that is, that three of them are inside an old palace. Joy told her that the spell has to be executed at a specific place. But she didn't say, why she chose this palace. Or how she got a key.

Yeri sees Seulgi building a circle of flowers in the middle of the room. The book is lying at the center of it. Opened. She can see the part where it says all the participants need to be wearing similar, simple clothes. That's why the three of them are wearing their dress from their Chill Kill photoshoot.

"What do we need to do now?"

"Take this."

Joy hands her two red pieces of silk.

"The two of you need to put one of that into your hair. Like a bow. And the other needs to tie your wrists together."

"Why? And what about you?"

"I don't know why. The book says so. But I think it's to show the Incubus that we are not just asking him for something, but that we're also his servants. Kinda like give and take you know? We acknowledge that he is more powerful than us."

"Okay...."

Yeri is still not completely convinced. But the still burning desire to cum is getting stronger again.

"And I have to wear that red bow to, stand in the middle of the circle and cast the spell."

"Alright then. Unnie..."

Yeri calls for Seulgi and does as Joy told her. Seulgi stands outside the circle now, visibly nervous as Joy does the same to Yeri.

With a red bow in her hair as well, Joy steps into the circle of flowers and picks up the book.

"Alright."

She takes a deep breath.

"Here we go."

Both Yeri and Seulgi close their eyes. Not because they need to, but because their nervousness increases with every second.

"By the flames of desire and the shadows that entwine,

I invoke the ancient powers that dwell beyond time.

From the depths of the Abyss and the halls of dark pleasure,

I call upon the spirit of lust, the guardian of hidden treasure.

He who walks in dreams, he who feeds on longing -

I summon thee, Incubus, to this mortal plane!"

Joy's voice is the only sound in the room. Yeri digs a nail into the palm of her hand as she feels the temperature rising a little.

_"Venite, daemon libidinis, ex umbris aeternis;

Per sanguinem et carnem, te constringo, Sathariel.

Per ardorem infernum et lunam crescentem,

Maneas in vinculis mei voti, daemon carnis."

Seulgi raises her head. Now she is hearing more than just Joy's voice. It sounds like distant screams. Very far away. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea. What if Joy is literally summoning the devil right now? What if they all go to hell?

"By the blood of passion and the crescent moon's glow,

I bind thee to this circle, spirit from below.

Manifest thy form, and heed my call;

Cross the veil between worlds and let desire enthrall.

I summon thee now, Sathariel, demon of ecstasy and night,

Appear before me and fulfill the pact under this moonlight."

A strong wind sweeps through the open windows and cools down the room again. Everything is silent again. No one is speaking a word. Yeri and Seulgi both hold their breaths.

And Joy?

"In the name of the dark Lord."

You curse and growl as you feel yourself being trapped. A moment ago, you were still at home, sitting on your throne, overlooking your own personal part of hell. Dedicated to people who committed sexual crimes in their lives.

As you now open your eyes, you look down on yourself. You're trapped in human form. How long has it been since the last time? The concept of time is different in hell than on earth.

You examine your hands. Then you reach for your chest. You grope it twice. You've seen bigger, but they feel nice and firm.

Joy feels like someone has taken over her body. It's not the same as with the spells. Before, it always felt like the magic just influenced her actions and she at least had free will to some degree. But now, someone else has taken over her body. Someone dark. She can't do anything. Only see what he sees. Only feel what he feels.

You take in your surroundings. Your eyes, or rather your host's eyes, fall on the two women, who stand with their backs towards you. Just like the ritual says, they both wear red bows and have their wrists loosely tied together.

With a snap of your fingers, the red silk tightens. The women gasp in surprise. You step closer and take a deep breath. They both smell amazing.

"J-Joy?"

Is that your host's name?

"What is your name, woman?"

Yeri shakes as she hears Joy's voice. It is definitely hers. But it sounds a little deeper. More evil.

"S-Seulgi."

Seulgi doesn't dare open her eyes.

"Seulgi."

For some reason the older girl relaxes a little as her name rolls off Joy's tongue.

"Korea it is."

You lean over the other girl.

"And you?"

Yeri jumps as she feels you whispering into her ear.

"Yeri."

Her breathless whisper makes you take a step back.

"Don't be afraid, girls. I don't bite. If you don't want me to."

Seulgi and Yeri exchange a worried glance.

"The two of you need to relax more. It'll be easier for all of us."

"W-Why?"

You chuckle as you place a hand on Seulgi's shoulder.

"Because you summoned me. And while I wander this earth..."

You place a kiss on top of Seulgi's head.

"you belong to me."

"E-Excuse you?"

Yeri finally turns around. She looks at Joy's body. It is hard for her to picture you inside of her.

"Didn't you read the whole book? Once you summon me, there's only one way to make me go back."

"A-And that is?"

"I must feel satisfied."

"You mean as in..."

"Yes, Yeri."

You reach out and place a finger under her chin.

"You must serve me, until you've probably satisfied me. Then, I'll leave."

"And if we don't?"

Yeri watches how an evil grin plays around your lips.

"Let me show you."

You grab her shoulders and turn her around again. Taking both girl's necks into each of your hands, you push them onto their knees. They both gasp in surprise and struggle against your grip. But they don't stand a chance. Pushing forward, you bend them over. After you've flipped up their skirts, you place a hand on each of their butts.

"The two of you definitely have potential. And I bet the third one does as well."

Joy feels ashamed as she can feel herself caressing her member's butts. This is not at all what she had in mind. Why is this person in control of her body?

"I haven't tasted a woman in centuries. I'm almost dying of thirst."

You pull both their panties to the side. Choosing Yeri as the lucky winner, you lean down and place a kiss on one of her cheeks. You spread them apart with one of Joy's hands, exposing the younger girl's holes. At the same time, you place your fingers on Seulgi's folds.

The two girls moan at the exact same moment. Yeri feels your tongue glide along her lips, while Seulgi feels how you push two fingers inside of her.

"Delicious."

You lick your lips and then dive in properly.

The two girls try to resist at first, but it's in vain. They try to fight their rising desires to feel pleasure. Their bodies can naturally tell that you are the gateway to eternal satisfaction. Their minds are still trying to think properly. But you know, they won't last long.

After a long night of edging herself without being able to cum, Yeri is the first who begins to crack. Her abs give up and her face is now on the floor. You keep eating her out, basically devouring that sweet cunt. Your fingers are flicking against her clit in a steady rhythm.

At the same time, Seulgi feels your fingers move in and out of her pussy. When you curl them upwards, she starts to lose it as well.

"Yes. That's good."

She moans. Not as loud as Yeri, but loud enough for you to smirk.

Although the two girls seemed clueless and unwilling at the beginning, they now seem to fully embrace the roles of being your new playthings.

Soon, you have them right where you want them.

"Ask me for it."

"W-What?"

Seulgi is barely able to hold it together.

"Ask for my permission."

"P-Please make me cum."

Yeri is the first to beg.

"I haven't cum in so long. Please."

You stop eating her out and push two fingers inside of her as well.

"Oh, gosh!"

You finger the two of them at the same time, watching how their bodies react. Yeri's tight pussy clenches down on your fingers and Seulgi's legs start to shake.

"Good girls. The more you cum, the stronger I get."

Yeri breaks first. It's probably the hardest she's ever had. After a whole night and a whole day of denial, her body releases all of that built up pleasure. She whines and moans, almost drooling on the floor as her orgasm overwhelms her.

Seulgi is no different. She climaxes a second later.

Both your hands are coated in their juices as you feel a familiar fire burn inside of you. It's still weak, but you know it's only gonna grow stronger.

"You're doing great, girls."

You give both of them appreciative spanks. As you do so, you can feel how Joy's body reacts. You feel what she feels. Her pussy is wet by now. But you still have another surprise in store for her.

"Let's see how long it takes, until you loose the ability to think."

You insert your fingers into their waiting pussies once more. Curling them upwards, you hit their g-spots every single time. The two of them moan and whine in union. You place your thumbs on each of their clits and start to rub them.

"Oh god, yes!"

Yeri almost squeals as you send even more pleasure through her system. You feel how Seulgi starts to move back against your hand, whenever you push your fingers forward.

It doesn't take them as long to cum as the first time. But now, they both climax at the exact same moment. You caught Seulgi's rushed ask for permission, but Yeri's mouth only let out wordless moans.

"You should've asked for permission."

You give Yeri's ass a slap.

"S-Sorry."

"Master."

A harder slap.

"S-Sorry, master."

"You are the bratty one of you three, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes, master."

"Better teach you a lesson, before it turns into a bad habit."

You raise your hand for another slap, but the fire inside your rises higher than you expected. Joy's body starts to change as your powers grow.

"Perfect timing."

You snap your fingers and a chair, which was standing in the corner, moves towards you. Sitting down on it, you reach for Yeri and Seulgi. You place Seulgi on your right, head resting on your thigh. And you put Yeri over your left thigh.

As you do all of that, Joy feels how her body changes as well. Something is going on underneath her dress. Her panties suddenly feel smaller. And she isn't really wet anymore. Rather.... Hard.

Realization hits Joy like a truck. She can see how a bulge forms underneath her dress. She has a dick!

You can feel Joy's surprise and horror. It makes you chuckle.

"Come on, Seulgi. Be a good girl and get to work."

You pull Joy's dress up. Seulgi's eyes grow wide as she sees your cock underneath Joy's panties. She needs to use her teeth to pull the panties down. Her hands are still tied behind her back. Carefully, she gives it a kiss. Then another one. And finally, Seulgi opens her mouth and takes the tip inside.

Joy groans inside of you. This the first time she ever felt this kind of pleasure. And it doesn't feel bad at all. Her brain becomes even more messed up as Seulgi continues her blowjob.

But you focus on Yeri now. One spank follows the other. You hit both her cheeks equally often. Each slap makes Yeri gasp and whine. While you enjoy Seulgi's lips around your cock, you don't stop hitting Yeri. Soon, her cheeks start to turn red.

"P-Please, master. I'll be good from now on."

"I don't think you'll be able to do that, honey."

"No, please."

You keep spanking the poor girl as Seulgi keeps sucking you off. She manages to take almost all of you into her mouth, but that means your tip grazes the back of her mouth from time to time, making her gag when that happens.

"You better hurry up, Seulgi. Otherwise, Yeri won't be able to sit tomorrow."

You feel the older girl speeding up.

"Master, I'll be a good girl. I promise."

Another spank shuts her up.

At the same time, Joy feels an unfamiliar pull around her core. Is this how it feels when a guy cums? It's different from her usual orgasms.

You push Seulgi's head down a little further, making her take every single inch, until her lips kiss your base.

The incoming orgasm makes you move your hand from Yeri's ass to her pussy. Once more, you start to finger her. Her cheeks glow red and her pussy already contracts around your fingers.

"P-Please, c-can I cum?"

Seems like she learned her lesson. For now.

"Please, master. I took your spanking so well, didn't I?"

"Cum."

You growl and Yeri shakes and whines on top of your thigh.

At the same time, Seulgi finally manages to make you cum. Or rather manages to make Joy cum. Sperm fills her mouth, threatening to spill out as it doesn't seem to stop. Seulgi hesitates for a second, but then starts to gulp it down.

"Finally."

You groan, feeling how the last of your powers has been restored. You get pushed out of Joy's body. Your host almost falls off the chair as she feels you leave, her orgasm still overwhelming her.

Looking down on yourself, you're curious what the three of them have cooked up. Your human form must be the combination of their ideal men combined. You notice your hard abs and your biceps. When you look at the three of them, you realize they're all staring at your crotch.

You almost laugh, amused by their wide eyes.

Joy, Seulgi and Yeri all have the same thought.

"No way in hell is that gonna fit."

Your cock is the biggest the three of them have ever seen. Joy can't help but compare you with her boyfriend. Just by looking it seems like you're at least three times longer than him. And around two times thicker as well.

As you step closer, you snap your fingers once more. The same red silk that is still wrapped around Seulgi's and Yeri's wrists now winds itself around Joy's hands as well.

Once you reach them, they all examine your cock closer. Seulgi carefully places her own arm next to it for reference. Her eyes seem to fall out of her head when she realizes you're almost as long as her whole arm.

"This is gonna be a long night for you, huh?"

You chuckle as you reach for the bow on Joy's head. She's sitting right in front of you so you move her head towards the tip. She keeps her eyes on it, but almost as if she is in a trance, she parts her lips and you glide into her wet mouth.

When Joy starts to suck you off, her tongue swirling around your tip from time to time, you reach out for the other girls. You pull them in as well, each on one side. The three of them use their mouths to pleasure you, while you just enjoy the show.

Joy keeps on trying to take more and more. You see how her lips stretch over your cock. Your tip hits the back of her mouth and forces her to gag. Yeri and Seulgi both kiss and lick along your length on both sides. Seulgi's eyes are closed and she seems to get really into it. Her kisses become sloppier. Yeri on the other hand still can't seem to wrap her head around how big you are. While she keeps doing her job, you feel her trying to wrap her hands around your cock. It takes both of them to go around just once. You see her gulp, knowing what is eventually going to happen.

"Don't worry."

You play with Yeri's hair.

"I'll take it slow at first."

She looks so pretty when she looks up at you, her lips glued to your cock. You can see the uncertainty in her eyes. But by caressing her cheek, you make a small wave of lust rush through her body. A second later, Yeri starts to get into it just as much as Joy. She now uses her hands to stroke your base, while her lips glide along your shaft.

"Good girl."

Your praise increases Yeri's lust even further. She can feel how much she is slowly getting turned on by pleasuring you. Until now, she was almost afraid you'd fuck her with such a big cock. Now, she can barely wait for it. She wants to at least try it.

"Naughty slut."

Your words are directed at Joy, who is slowly reaching her limit. She is trying to force your cock down her throat, but your tip is almost to big to fit.

"You have to do it slowly. Ease into it."

The longer Joy has your cock in her mouth, the wetter she becomes. Unlike Yeri and Seulgi, her lust has taken over her body for a while now. She is influenced by the book the most. As you slowly guide her head back and forth, you realize that by the end of the night, Joy might loose her free will. If she keeps this up, her urges will take over and she'll become a mindless sex toy for you.

You smile at the thought. It has been a while since your last toy.

You have finally warmed up Joy's throat enough. You push further and now she can take your tip down her throat. Not without gagging, of course. Spit falls onto the floor as she tries to take more than she can handle. You keep pulling her towards you, making Joy impale her throat on your cock.

When you now focus on Seulgi, you are surprised how well she is doing. She looked too shy at first, but it seems the book has already influenced her enough as well. Looking into her soul, you can tell what her fantasies are.

"We will need to prepare you, if you really want to take it."

"Please, master. Whatever you want."

Seems like she learns faster than Yeri. While the two other girls keep servicing your cock, you pick up Seulgi as if she weighs nothing and bend her over the chair. You hike up her skirt and snap your fingers.

A small metal object lies in your hand. You reach down and place it right on Seulgi's asshole.

"Wait! Is that-"

"Yes. Don't worry. It won't hurt."

You play with her cheeks, while you push the butt plug inside. It's not really big, but that will change soon. Seulgi feels how you push it into her tightest hole, making her moan. She always dreamed of doing this, but never tried. Now she regrets it. It feels amazing.

Once the butt plug is inside of her, you reach down and push your fingers into her pussy once more. Seulgi's moans begin to fill the room once more. While Joy and Yeri keep sucking you off, you fuck Seulgi with your fingers. You glance at the two other girls, when you notice a change. Yeri seems to have become greedy. She is now the one who is trying to fit your cock in her mouth, while Joy takes care of the rest of your cock. Which is not an easy task, but you feel her plump lips doing a good job.

"Damn."

Your head rolls back as you enjoy the two girls taking care of your cock. The last time you were summoned, you only had two girls to fuck. But these three looks so gorgeous, you wouldn't mind staying on earth a little longer. You can feel how your desire to finally fuck all of them keeps on growing. You've been playing nice so far. But soon enough, you won't be able to control yourself anymore.

"C-Can I cum, master? Please?"

Seulgi's shiness has now completely vanished as she shamelessly asks you for permission to cum.

"Do it. Be a good little slut."

Seulgi moans and whines as her body shakes and her pussy clenches onto your fingers. It seems like she has grown accustomed to have something inside her ass. You tap on the butt plug and start the progress. From now on, it's going to steadily grow a little bigger inside of Seulgi, until you pull it out. You're curious to what her limit is.

"Get all in a line."

You pick Seulgi off the chair and place her next to Joy, while Yeri kneels on Joy's right side.

Seeing the three of them lined up like that, you can't help but finally go for it. You lift Joy's dress, giving her butt a smack. The cock she got while you were inside of her disappeared as soon as you left. So now, you can enjoy her pussy to the fullest. You place you tip at her dripping wet entrance.

"Take deep breaths. Otherwise it won't fit."

Joy nods hesitantly.

You push inside. Slowly. Joy lets out a drawn out moan, which doesn't seem to end, until you stop moving. You doubt her pussy will be able to take much more than half your cock. But when you do push further inside, Joy feels how you hit her curvix.

Pleasure rushes through her system as you begin to fuck her properly. Every thrust feels so powerful and deep, Joy gets scared for her life, whenever you prepare to thrust inside of her again. Soon, her moans make it impossible for her to close her mouth. She starts to drool onto the floor. The two girls to her sides watch in awe and horror. Yeri can't wait for her turn. Her brain has basically switched off by now. Her gaze is focused on Joy's lips, which seem to be stretched out beyond repair. They tightly grip onto your cock, coating it in her juices.

Meanwhile, Seulgi can feel how the butt plug inside of her steadily grows. It doesn't hurt and is only slightly uncomfortable. But the new sensation feels way better than she thought it would. Then again, the plug is no way near your size. Are you really going to put that in her ass?

Seulgi feels a knot inside her stomach, just thinking about that. You'll probably break her ass. Just like what you're doing with Joy's cunt right now.

"Fuck! Master, please!"

Joy's mind has long given up. She has learned quickly and has turned into your personal pet. She is already addicted to the feeling of your huge cock inside of her. Whatever happens, she can't let you pull out.

"Let me cum, please. I'm a good whore for you, right?"

You spank her again.

"Your not even a whore. It would emply that you're good for something. But the only thing that's useful is your pussy."

"You're right, master. I'm sorry."

Joy's breathing becomes heavier as she tries to fight back her orgasm. She doesn't dare to cum without permission.

"So, what are you again?"

You hear her whimper.

"I'm my masters pet. His cocksleeve."

"That's right."

You thrust into her a little deeper, which makes her go cross-eyed. Her right cheek is pressed to the floor in a puddle of her saliva.

"Do you want to cum? All over my cock?"

"Yes. I need to do that. All over your cock inside of me."

Seulgi and Yeri barely register what is going on. The two of them are almost as far gone as Joy. They look at her pussy with envy as you keep stretching her out with every thrust. You aren't even going that fast or hard. But the pure size of your cock almost makes them cum too.

"I'll only let you cum under one condition. And afterwards, you won't ever need to ask for permission again."

"Yes, master. Please tell me. What do I need to do? I'd do anything."

"Good."

You lick your lips. That evil smile doesn't leave your face.

"Read the last page of the book."

"W-What?"

Joy's mind is barely able to comprehend what you said. After another snap of your fingers, the book lies in front of her, the last page opened. Her fuzzy brain ignores all the warnings on the upper half of the page. When she finally finds the right text, she starts reading it out loud, without knowing what it is.

"By the shadows that bind and the fire that consumes,

I surrender myself unto thee, spirit of endless night.

My mind, my body, my pleasure—each are thine to command.

From this moment to all eternity, I am bound to thy will.

In darkness, I am yours; in light, I remain thine.

Let no force sever this vow, for I am forever yours."

Her vow gets interrupted by her own moans several times, but eventually, Joy finishes it.

You keep fucking her, letting her hang on the edge a little longer. Then you lean down as you feel a new found fire inside of you. There is no going back anymore.

"You're mine now."

You whisper into Joy's ear. And she can't hold it in any longer. She violently orgasms around your cock. Her pussy clenches onto your length with unbelievable force. More drool leaks out of her mouth and weak moans as well.

"That's it. The last part of your journey."

Your ability to cum isn't the same as the human one. You do cum, when you feel enough pleasure, but you can also orgasm on purpose. It doesn't feel as good, a little forced even, but it's part of the ritual.

And so you unload deep inside Joy's twitching body. You paint her pussy, shoot your load into her womb. You're claiming her body, after she has given herself to you. Your newly gained sex slave tries to catch her breath as she feels your warm cum literally flood all of her insides. Her whole body seems to heat up.

"Oh, god!"

Her eyes roll to the back of her head as you start to pull out of her messy pussy. She is so tight that it takes you a good half minute, until your whole cock is free again. You examine your work. Joy's gaped pussy is wide open, an unholy amount of cum leaking out of it.

You can't enjoy the view for too long though. The little brat on Joy's right has already turned around to suck her juices and your cum off your cock. Groaning, you look down on her.

"What a slut you are."

You reach over to spank her ass again. Yeri mewls, but keeps your cock inside her mouth. Her body jerks with every slap. Her cheeks turn red once more. When she finally does stop she looks up at you.

"Please, master. I just need it so bad. I'll be your pet too. Please?"

You shake your head.

"You need to learn some patience. Lie on your back. You take your punishment until I'm done with Seulgi."

Yeri nods, excited, because it seems easy. She lies down and moves her head. She watches you kneel behind Seulgi. The oldest is, just like Joy, bent over, ass up, face on the floor.

The butt plug wasn't a problem at first. But it has now become so big, that Seulgi is slowly losing her mind a little bit. Weak moans escape her lips. And she can't do anything, when she feels you tugging at the end of the metal object. It just makes her roll her eyes as more pleasure rushes through her system.

As you start to pull, the plug becomes smaller again. Once it's out, you look at Seulgi's open hole. Maybe now she'll be able to take at least some of your cock. You align yourself with her puckered ring and slowly push your tip in.

"Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god!"

Seulgi cries out. She's never been this stretched out. Not even in her pussy and definitely not her ass. She can't believe she is actually able to take you inside.

"Damned be the prince of darkness."

You curse under your breath. You expected Seulgi to be tight. But even after preparing her, this feels almost lethal. You're actually tempted to cum again already. Just to lube up her ass a little more. The plug produced a lubricant on its own. But it might not be enough now.

You feel how you hit Seulgi's limit deep inside of her. It makes her let out a weak yelp. Because she feels so unbelievably good, you almost forgot Yeri. You look at her now. Because her hands are still tied together, she can only rub her thighs against each other. But just making her watch won't be enough to break her. You snap your fingers.

When Yeri looks up, her eyes widen in fear. Three big red candles float above her body, right underneath the ceiling. They're all lit and soon, Yeri sees the first drop fall. She braces herself for the burning impact, biting her lips and closing her eyes.

"Ahh!"

The first drop hits her midriff. The hot wax burning her skin. Another drop. This one falls on her left cheek. Yeri moans in pain. She thought this would turn out to be horrible. But by the time the third drop lands on her thigh, dangerously close to her pussy, she realizes how good it actually feels. And then she notices that she is completely naked. When did that happen?

You turn your attention back to Seulgi, who is still breathing heavily, trying to get accustomed to your cock as deep inside her ass as possible.

She starts groaning and whining when you begin to move.

"Slowly, please."

She sighs, but you don't listen to her.

"Don't you want to be a good girl? Like Joy?"

Seulgi tries to nod.

"Yes, master. I'd do anything for you too."

"Good. You have to understand that I come first. You're here to serve me. Your pleasure is just a byproduct of that."

"You're right, master. I'm sorry. Use my ass however you like. Just pound me as hard as you want."

You can almost see how Seulgi's brain melts. You fuck her asshole a little faster, stretching her out even more. Glancing to your right, you notice how Joy hasn't moved yet. Her pussy is almost the same shape as before again. She is definitely breathing, so that's a good sign.

Yeri on the other hand, isn't as quiet. The never ending mixture of pain and pleasure makes her slowly lose her mind. Her whole body is glazed with hardening red drops of wax. It won't take long, until the pain completely fades out. Then, the only thing Yeri will be able to feel is pleasure.

"Master, you-you're going to-Oh!"

Seulgi almost orgasms in that very moment. You can tell how very close she is to cuming. You fuck her ass even faster on purpose.

"Master, please? Can you let me cum? I'm begging you..."

You let the book slide in her direction.

"You know the drill."

Without hesitation, Seulgi starts to read. If this is the only way for her to cum right now, she'll gladly walk on that path. No matter what happens afterwards.

"By the shadows that bind and the fire that consumes,

I surrender myself unto thee, spirit of endless night.

My mind, my body, my pleasure—each are thine to command.

From this moment to all eternity, I am bound to thy will.

In darkness, I am yours; in light, I remain thine.

Let no force sever this vow, for I am forever yours."

Once she said that last part, you push yourself even deeper inside of her. Seulgi lets out a cry.

"Cum."

Your order makes her thighs shake. Her pussy clenches around nothing, while her ass clamps down on your cock. That tight ring of muscles almost takes your breath away. You watch how Seulgi squirts onto the floor underneath her. Her gasps show her surprise. That was her first time.

Her brain is completely fried by now. And it only gets worse, when you cum inside of her as well. You breed Seulgi's ass, pushing your cum as deep inside of her as possible. Her tight hole tries to milk you dry.

You stay buried inside your new toy and look over to Yeri again. Her entire midriff is red by now. Some drops hit her tits as well. She isn't moaning or whining anymore. Just lying on her back, looking at you with glassy eyes. Whenever another drop falls, her body just jolts upwards for a second, but nothing else happens. Yeri has become numb. The only thing she can feel now is pleasure. You decide she's had enough punishment.

When you pull out of Seulgi, you watch how your cum leaves her asshole. It's gaping, just like Joy's pussy. You could almost fit your fist in there, if you wanted to. Just like Joy, Seulgi seems to have fallen into a deep slumber as well. Which is normal. The two of them will be back soon enough.

You now have Yeri all to yourself, without any distraction. When you walk towards her, you start to feel weird. This is odd. You thought your human form was the combination of their ideal man, like it always is. But now you start to change. Seems like Yeri has more than just guys with huge cocks in mind.

"U-Unnie?"

Yeri seems to recognize your new form.

"You're such a bad girl, Yeri."

Your voice belongs to a woman. It's cold and laced with disappointment.

"You really do like to be punished, don't you?"

"I-I'm sorry, unnie. Joy made me do it."

You almost have to chuckle as Yeri tries to throw her friend under the bus.

"Don't blame others. Just admit you're a bad girl."

You stand in front of her now. You realize that Yeri really does seem to like pain. You snap your fingers. The red silk around her wrists loosens. It flies into your hand. There, it turns black. Then hard. The end splits into two. Then four. Then eight. Small flames start to ignite on the tails of your wip.

"You know what to do."

Yeri quickly gets on her hands and knees. For some reason she suddenly is soaking wet at the sight of Irene standing in front of her, flaming wip in her hand.

She closes her eyes, bracing herself for the impact. A wosh cuts through the air and a cry follows soon after. Yeri moans as she feels her right butt cheek burn like fire. Another hit makes her other cheek burn as well.

"Please, unnie. Not so hard."

Yeri whines, but you can see how her juices are dripping off her lower lips and onto the floor. You didn't expect her to get so wet by her leader punishing her. But if that's what she desires, if that's what she needs, if that's what makes her submit to pure pleasure, so be it.

As your body is in Irene's form, you keep lashing Yeri, while marveling at how beautiful Irene must be in real life. Too bad she isn't here. She'd really improve the status of your collection. Such a gorgeous woman.

You don't stop lashing Yeri, making her arms and legs shake. Her cheeks are glowing in the darkest red, the imprints of the whip clearly visible. You lost count by now, but you might be at whip stroke number fifty. Or a hundred. You lift the whip again.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!"

You stop, looking down on Yeri.

"G-Give me the book. I'll serve you. I want to. Please, master."

You sigh.

"That's gonna be a problem. In this form, I can't have a cock. And that means, I can't cum inside or on you, claiming you as mine."

"B-But..."

You can tell how close Yeri is to tears. She is now more afraid of not being your slave than she was the first time she met you.

"I could leave this form and take on my own, real form. It might not be for you though."

"No, it's okay master. Whatever you need to do to claim me."

You tilt your head back, closing your eyes. You can basically feel how Irene's form starts to go up in flames. When you step out of the small inferno, a very small part of Yeri's brain hesitates. It's the last part that is still thinking straight. She looks you up and down. Your red skin is marked by tattoo sin a darker red, almost as dark as her own cheeks. You're taller than before and more muscular as well.

When Yeri's gaze reaches your head, she thinks it'd be a turn off. But she's wrong. For some reason, she only becomes even wetter when she sees your horns. Like the ones of a ram, they almost build a circle on either side of your head.

"Get over here."

You growl, your voice way deeper than before.

Yeri follows your order. Scooting closer, she opens her mouth, ready to suck you off. But you have slightly different plans in mind. You grab her head and start to fuck her face. Your cock repeatedly hitting the back of her mouth. Yeri soon starts to gag, drooling all over herself and the floor.

"Damn. Didn't expect your mouth to feel this good."

Yeri is barely able to give you a proud smile.

She just kneels in front of you, hands in her lap. She takes your face fucking like a good girl. She seems to have learned her lesson.

"Pick up the book."

You make it slide across the room, until Yeri feels it hit her knee. She picks it up and you regretfully leave her mouth. You are about to stroke yourself as she starts to read, but Yeri's hand is already on your cock, before you can do so. She jerks you off, while she reads from the book.

"By the shadows that bind and the fire that consumes,

I surrender myself unto thee, spirit of endless night.

My mind, my body, my pleasure—each are thine to command.

From this moment to all eternity, I am bound to thy will.

In darkness, I am yours; in light, I remain thine.

Let no force sever this vow, for I am forever yours."

"Damn."

You groan as Yeri's hand on your spit covered cock proofs too much. Even for you. Your load paints Yeri's whole face, covering it in cum. Her eyes are glued shut, her lips are covered by a heavy layer and her hair didn't get away without a couple of drops either.

You look at her as you relax. All three of them are now under your full control. In your presence, they now turn into obedient sex slaves, whenever you ask them to. They did it of their own free will. More or less.

"Oh, master. You're ruining me."

"That's the point."

Yeri keeps moaning as she looks down on herself. She is lying on her back again, while you fuck her pussy. Her belly is already bulging, after you came inside of her five times in a row. You never pulled out since the first time. Joy and Seulgi are kneeling on both of her sides. They lick and suck on her tits, while you pound her pussy.

"Master, breed me please..."

Yeri whines louder. She looks like she is a couple of months pregnant already anyway. You wonder if you could bulge her belly beyond repair, if you keep going. But you're getting impatient too.

"What a nice little cum dumpster you are."

You groan and fill Yeri with your seed for the sixth time.

When you slowly pull out, the four of you watch closely. As soon as your cock leaves her pussy entirely, all the cum inside of Yeri rushes out. Her messy, gaping, freshly fucked pussy is overflowing with cum. It doesn't seem to stop. Wave after wave leaves her body. The sticky fluid coats the floor between her legs.

You don't even have to say anything afterwards. Joy leans down and starts to lick your cum off the floor. She hums in satisfaction at the taste, her eyes blissfully closed.

"Just like that, Seulgi."

You groan as she keeps moving up and down.

When she finally confessed, you made her wish come true. It's only temporary, but now Seulgi has a bigger chest. Bigger than Joy or Yeri.

You feel her soft tits around your cock as she moves up and down your length. Her hands keep them together and she catches your tip with her mouth, whenever she is on the way down. Joy and Yeri both kneel next to her, waiting for your last orgasm. The sun is slowly coming up and the three of them have to go back to their normal lives. It'd be too suspicious if they all just stayed here until forever.

"M-Master, can you tell me how much you love my tits?"

Seulgi is still a little shy. You chuckle at her eagerness, knowing she always wanted this.

"They feel amazing, Seulgi. So soft and so big. They look perfect."

You feel her speeding up a little at your praise.

"Would you like to cum all over them?"

"Of course. How can I not, when they are so beautiful?"

Seulgi almost experiences a mini orgasm at your words, without any proper stimulation.

The sight of the oldest with her tits around your cock and the other two girls patiently waiting makes you finally reach your climax. You stand up and three girls open their mouths and stick their tongues out.

A moment later, you cum all over their faces. Like before, you cum a lot more than humans. But this time it's a lot, even for you. Their faces are soon completely covered and dripping with cum. If you'd close your eyes and they'd change places, you couldn't tell who is who.

The last two shots are dedicated to Seulgi, painting her tits in a beautiful white. Once you're finally finished, Joy leans over and puts your cock into her mouth. She starts cleaning it off. Meanwhile, the other two girls start to clean her face.

After the three girls look presentable again and are ready to leave, you open the book once more. This new century semes to be way more interesting then the last time you were here. You decide that you'll need to extend your vacation. After all, you are the personification of human pleasure. It'd be a shame if you wouldn't help out some of the humans at least a little bit.

The three girls watch, how you go up in flames and the book falls to the ground, closed. Then it opens on its own. The pages start turn themselves faster and faster. The letters on every page vanish, until the book reaches the last page. The dark ink disappears.

Joy picks up the book. They are their old selves. But slightly different. They remember everything that happened. They know you own them now. And they love it.

New words appear on the page. This time written with red ink.

"See you soon, girls."

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Hi everyone! Happy Halloween!

This might come out a little late for some people but I hope you can still enjoy it nonetheless.

Since this was originally a request from last year and this year again, I thought I should definitely write it. And I turned it into a Halloween themed fic, which was a rather spontaneous idea.

Have a great day!

[moontrls]

boss seulgi x assistant reader

wc: 4.1k [smut]

You liked to think you weren’t entirely to blame for the tension in the office.

Sure, you might’ve worn your skirts just a little too tight when you knew she had a meeting. And yes, you maybe sent her that “accidentally” inappropriate email once. Or twice. Okay, three times. But Seulgi never reacted. Not in front of anyone. Not even with a twitch of that perfectly sculpted jaw.

But behind closed doors?

That was a different story.

You knock once on the frosted glass door before slipping inside.

She doesn’t look up. Just flips a page in the folder she’s reviewing.

“Shut the door.”

Click.

You cross the room slowly, heels tapping across the hardwood. Her eyes are still downcast, but you don’t miss the way her pen pauses.

You stop beside her desk. “You called for me, Ms. Woo?”

“I did.” Her tone is cool, businesslike. But the look she gives you when she finally raises her eyes?

It pins you in place.

“Care to explain this?” She slides a piece of paper across the desk. Your email. The one with the mildly suggestive double meaning. Okay, not mildly.

You shrug with an innocent smile. “Guess I need a better filter.”

Seulgi stands. Slowly. Deliberately. She circles the desk, stopping just inches from you. You tilt your head up to meet her gaze, only to find her eyes already darkened, locked on your mouth.

“Is that so?” she murmurs, her fingers brushing your waist as she walks past you toward the blinds. She twists the rod until the office is cloaked in privacy.

Then she turns back to you, smile razor-sharp.

“If you’re going to act like a brat in my office, you’d better be ready to be treated like one.”

Your breath catches.

She steps close again, fingers trailing lightly along your arm before gripping your chin.

“On your knees.”

Your knees hit the floor, the plush carpet soft against your skin but doing nothing to soothe the heat that floods your body.

Seulgi watches you, cool and collected, like she’s about to devour you and won’t even mess up her lipstick doing it. Her tie hangs perfectly against the crisp white of her shirt, just a shade darker than the expression in her eyes.

“I should fire you,” she says flatly, walking behind you, her heels clicking softly. “But then…” Her fingers brush your hair off your shoulder. “I’d miss having someone to discipline properly.”

You shiver.

She moves in front of you again, slow and precise, then begins to loosen her tie with one hand. Her acrylics, glossy, sharp, white as bone, catch the office light with every movement. You can’t look away.

“You like playing games, don’t you?” she murmurs, voice low, laced with mock affection.

You don’t answer.

She crouches, tilting your chin up with the knuckle of her finger. “Speak.”

“Yes, Ms. Woo.”

Her lips curl into a smirk. “That’s better.”

She wraps the tie around your neck, not choking, just enough pressure to remind you exactly who’s in control. Her thumb rests against the knot, teasing it tighter.

“You send me another email like that,” she says, “and I won’t be nearly this gentle.”

Her other hand moves to your lips, thumb grazing the bottom one. “Open.”

You do. Of course you do.

The fabric tightens slightly.

“Keep your hands on your thighs. No touching. No whining.”

She leans in, whisper brushing against your cheek like a threat.

“Earn your punishment.”

You sit obediently, the silk of her tie snug around your neck, her thumb still grazing your lower lip like she owns every inch of you.

Because she does.

Woo Seulgi doesn’t rush. She never does.

She rises to her full height, eyes locked on yours as she adjusts the sleeves of her blazer. “Good,” she murmurs. “You’re learning.”

You hear the click of her heels as she circles again, this time slower, like she’s savoring the moment. Her fingers trail over your shoulders, soft, then firmer, nails grazing the back of your neck. You can feel her white acrylics skim the skin, teasing but sharp. Like claws.

“Look at you,” she says, voice a low purr. “Acting all innocent now. Where’s that brat who flirted in front of the interns? Hm?”

You swallow hard.

She leans close behind you, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Maybe I should’ve bent you over my desk the moment you started acting out. Maybe I’ve been too generous.”

You exhale, shaky. Wanting.

She straightens again. “Up.”

You stand. Slowly. The tie remains wrapped around your neck, her hand still holding the end. With a light tug, she pulls you closer, until there’s barely space between your bodies.

“I like my things obedient,” Seulgi says, her voice smooth like velvet dipped in danger. “But you…” Her hand glides down your arm, nails trailing. “You like to test me.”

You nod. Barely.

Wrong move.

Her hand shoots to your jaw, fingers gripping tight.

“I didn’t ask you to agree.” Her tone sharpens, ice beneath the fire. “I told you.”

You gasp. Her gaze flickers down to your lips, then lower. She tilts her head slightly, considering.

“I should make you wait.”

You blink. “Ms. Woo…”

Her smirk is cruel. Delicious.

“Oh? Now you want something?”

She lets go of your face and takes a step back, tugging the tie just enough to make you follow.

“Get on the desk.”

Your breath stutters.

“Face down.”

Your heart’s a drum in your chest. You move, shaking, eager, and do as you're told, the cool wood meeting your palms as your body presses to the surface. She walks around to her chair and sits, legs crossed, slowly removing her blazer with a practiced elegance that’s almost violent in its restraint.

You glance back, and she catches your eye, amused.

“I said face down.”

You obey instantly.

She stands again.

“Don’t make a sound unless I ask you to.”

Her nails, those pristine white talons, trace down your spine, through your shirt, slow and firm. The soft press of her fingertips leaves goosebumps in their wake.

“I’ll teach you how to behave,” she whispers.

“You’re mine now.”

The silence in the office is unbearable.

You can hear everything, the ticking of the clock, the low hum of the AC, the slight shift of fabric as Seulgi moves behind you. Still seated. Still calm.

Still watching.

You don’t dare look up.

She’s said nothing in minutes, but her presence is electric. You can feel her gaze crawl over your body, possessive, patient. She’s not just punishing you. She’s studying you. Learning every flinch, every breath you take while under her control.

Then, finally, a sound.

The slow unbuttoning of her cuffs.

Click.

Click.

You feel a rush of heat low in your stomach.

“You’re so quiet now,” she murmurs. Her voice is maddeningly calm, like she’s talking about a quarterly report. “But earlier, when you were bending over to grab that file in front of the interns, I seem to remember you moaning.”

You swallow hard. Your cheeks burn.

Seulgi rises again, slow, predatory. The sound of her heels comes closer. The tie tightens just slightly.

She leans over you, one hand bracing on the desk beside your head. You can smell her perfume, clean, crisp, with something darker underneath. Like spice and dominance and danger.

Her lips brush your ear. “Was that for my attention?”

You nod, without thinking.

Her hand slides into your hair and pulls back, not harsh, but firm enough to make your lips part in a gasp.

“Wrong again, baby,” she whispers. “You ask for my attention. You don’t steal it.”

You blink up at her, heart pounding. “Then I’m asking now…”

A pause.

Her eyes flash. “You think I’m going to give you what you want just because you’re desperate?”

Another heartbeat of silence.

Then, 

Knock knock.

Your body jolts.

Seulgi freezes, but only for a second.

She doesn’t even turn around.

“Yes?” Her voice is perfectly composed.

From the other side of the door: “Ms. Woo? You have that conference call in ten.”

“Thank you,” she calls back. “Hold my calls for the next fifteen.”

“…Yes, ma’am.”

The footsteps retreat.

You let out a shaky breath, but it’s short-lived. Because the moment the hallway is quiet again, Seulgi’s lips are at your ear once more.

“You have eight minutes to make me change my mind,” she whispers, fingers slowly undoing the first button of your blouse. “If you don’t, I’ll leave you like this until the end of the day.”

You make a soft, desperate sound.

She grins against your skin.

“Clock’s ticking, darling.”

You don’t think, you move.

The moment Seulgi says the words, you're already shifting, arching into her touch like it’s the only thing you’ve ever wanted. Your hands grip the edge of the desk, knuckles white. Your breath comes quick, lips parted, eyes wide as she unbuttons your blouse with a patience that feels more like punishment than mercy.

One.

Two.

Three.

Each button undone is a threat.

Her white acrylics brush your skin, teasing over your chest, your stomach, every movement deliberate and devastating.

“You’re trying so hard,” she hums, the barest smile curling her lips. “Desperate little thing.”

“I just, ” you pant, voice low and breathy, “I want you to, ”

“Shhh,” she cuts in, a single nail pressing lightly to your lips. “You want a lot of things. That doesn’t mean you get them.”

You whimper. Her hand drops again, ghosting over your lower back, nails dragging just enough to make your thighs tremble.

“But you’re trying,” she murmurs, almost thoughtful now. “You know your place. You obeyed.”

She leans close again, tongue just barely flicking against your ear. “You made me almost forgive you.”

You blink. "Almost?"

A sharp ding breaks the tension.

Her phone screen lights up on the desk.

Time’s up.

You turn, breath caught in your throat.

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head. “Ms. Woo, please, ”

Seulgi exhales slowly, like she’s almost… annoyed. Not angry, just inconvenienced by how much she wants you right now.

She steps back, eyes scanning your disheveled state. Your shirt open, tie still looped around your throat, face flushed, chest heaving.

Helpless.

Perfect.

She hums softly, adjusting her own tie in the reflection of the glass.

“You’ve changed my mind,” she says at last, calm as ever.

Your heart skips.

But before you can smile, she continues:

“I’ll deal with you after the meeting.”

The air leaves your lungs.

“You’ll stay exactly like this,” she adds, smoothing your collar with a soft, possessive tug on the tie. “Blouse open. Hands on the desk. Quiet. Waiting.”

She presses her lips against your ear once more.

“And if I come back and find that you’ve touched yourself without permission?”

Her smile sharpens.

“I’ll make sure you regret it.”

She pulls away, slips her blazer back on like nothing happened, and heads for the door.

Right before she steps out, she looks over her shoulder one last time, dark eyes, lips parted just slightly.

“You wanted my attention.”

Pause.

“Now you have it.”

Click.

The door closes.

And you’re left there.

Panting.

Trembling.

Ruined.

It feels like hours.

But it hasn’t been. Maybe fifteen minutes. Twenty at most.

You’re still bent over her desk, palms flat, blouse undone and hanging off your shoulders, Seulgi’s tie snug around your throat. You haven’t moved. Haven’t touched. Haven’t made a sound.

You behaved.

Just like she asked.

And now? You’re aching. Soaked. Every nerve in your body is alive with need, your thighs pressed together for some kind of relief, but it’s not enough. Nothing is enough unless it’s her.

Then you hear it.

The soft click of the office door opening.

Your breath catches.

Heels. Slow, steady.

She doesn’t speak. Just walks in like she hasn’t left you ruined and waiting, like her meeting didn’t mean absolutely nothing compared to the power she held over you in this room.

You hear her set something on the desk. A folder maybe. Her phone.

And then, finally, her voice.

“You listened.”

You don’t move. “Yes, Ms. Woo.”

“Good girl.”

The praise hits harder than you expect.

She steps behind you, so close you can feel the warmth of her body. A soft, deliberate hand brushes your lower back, smooth and possessive.

“I was worried you might disobey,” she murmurs, her tone still professional, but it’s lower now. Darker. “But here you are. Bent over like a gift.”

You feel her fingers at the tie around your neck. She tightens it, not to choke, just to remind you who you belong to.

Then she leans in.

Her lips ghost over your cheek, your jaw… and finally your mouth.

The kiss is slow at first. Claiming. Her lips part yours with purpose, her tongue sliding in, unhurried, all control. She kisses like she’s savoring you, like this is hers to take and no one else gets a taste.

When she pulls back, your lips are slick, parted, eyes hazy.

“You want more?” she whispers.

“Yes,” you breathe. “Please…”

She hums, pleased. Her hands trail down your back, and then, finally, she kneels behind you.

You jolt when you feel her fingers on your thighs, those pristine white acrylics gliding up, cold and perfect.

“I said I’d be gentle,” she murmurs, kissing the back of your thigh. “And I will.”

Her fingers slip between your legs, slow at first, just to feel how wet you are. Her lips curve against your skin.

“Look at you,” she says softly. “Ruined from nothing but a command.”

You gasp as one finger pushes in, slow but firm. She’s careful with the nail, curling just enough to make your hips jerk.

She chuckles darkly, kissing your hip.

“Don’t worry,” she purrs. “I know how to use them.”

Another finger slides in. Deeper. Her free hand slides up your back, nails dragging lightly over your spine, until it reaches your shoulder and presses down, holding you in place.

And then, her mouth finds your ear again.

She bites. Softly. Just enough to make you gasp.

“You stayed so quiet before,” she whispers, lips brushing your skin. “Let’s see how long that lasts.”

Her fingers move deeper, steady, filling you with a rhythm that feels more like worship than punishment. Each curl, each thrust is measured, precise. You’ve never been touched like this. Not with nails like that, not with this kind of control. You whimper into the desk, head turned to the side, eyes already glassy from the burn of need and how badly you want to fall.

But Seulgi doesn’t rush.

No, she stays right there, pressed to your back, lips brushing your ear, breath warm and maddening.

“You feel that?” she whispers, voice like silk soaked in sin. “That’s mine.”

Her fingers thrust again, just a little harder. You let out a sob of pleasure, legs trembling.

“You’re going to give it to me, aren’t you?”

A kiss to the curve of your ear.

“You’re going to come for me. Right here. Bent over my desk like a good little thing.”

Another thrust, deeper, deliberate. Her palm presses against your hip, keeping you pinned.

You nod frantically, body already spiraling, your moans growing louder with every movement. And she’s still whispering. Still there.

“You’ve been teasing me for weeks,” she murmurs. “Wearing those tight little skirts. Smiling like you wanted to be ruined.”

Her lips press hot kisses to your neck now, between whispers, between bites, her hand never once slowing its pace.

“Now you get it.”

She shifts slightly, just enough to bite the shell of your ear.

“You belong to me.”

The words hit you like lightning.

And that’s it.

You come undone.

Hard.

A cry rips from your throat as your body jerks beneath her, hips shaking, fingers clawing the desk. Her hand never leaves you, her fingers ride you through it, coaxing every last wave of your orgasm while her mouth stays right at your ear, whispering praises.

“Good girl…”

“So beautiful like this…”

“Let go. Just let it happen. I’ve got you.”

Your legs threaten to give out, but she holds you steady, never once pulling back, never once letting you slip away from her. Her lips press soft, almost loving kisses to your ear, your jaw, your neck.

You’re trembling.

Breathless.

Broken in the most perfect way.

And Seulgi? Still composed. Still in control. But there's something softer in her voice now, something dangerously addictive.

“You did so well for me,” she whispers, brushing a damp strand of hair from your cheek. “But we’re not done yet.”

Her fingers slip out of you, slow and wet, and she brings them to your lips without giving you time to recover.

“Suck.”

And just like that, you obey.

Because now?

You’re hers.

Completely.

You’re still catching your breath when she lifts you, effortless, without a word.

Her grip is firm on your waist as she sits you down on the edge of her desk, legs dangling slightly, blouse half-off, tie still snug around your neck like a collar she hasn’t forgotten. Her eyes are on fire now, sharp, low-lidded, hungry. The kind of hunger that doesn’t ask. It takes.

She steps between your legs, hands spreading your thighs wide. Her palms land on your chest, squeezing through the fabric. Not gentle. Possessive. Kneading hard enough to make you moan.

“You like being used, don’t you?” she murmurs, lips brushing yours with just the edge of a kiss. “You like when I make you behave.”

“Yes,” you whisper, breath catching as her thumbs flick your nipples through your shirt. “I want, ”

Her mouth crashes into yours before you can finish.

It’s not a kiss.

It’s a claim.

Her tongue pushes past your lips, taking what’s hers, tasting you like you belong in her mouth. Her nails bite into your waist as her hips grind against you, slow at first, then rougher. You feel her, hard and wet through the fabric of her slacks, grinding right into your heat like she’s punishing you for surviving without her the last twenty minutes.

Your head tilts back and she follows, never breaking the kiss, lips now trailing along your jaw, down to your throat.

She bites again.

Your legs wrap around her waist instinctively, pulling her closer, and she grinds harder, deliberate, slow circles of her hips that make your head spin.

“You don’t get to tease me like that and expect mercy,” she growls into your neck. Her breath is hot. Her voice even hotter. “I’ve been sitting in that meeting thinking about bending you in half.”

You whimper, hands gripping the edge of the desk again.

She chuckles darkly. “Look at you. Can’t even speak. And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

Her hand slides down between you again, no hesitation this time. No teasing.

Her fingers find you, hot and slick and already throbbing. She groans into your mouth as her thumb circles your clit, her other hand gripping the back of your head, forcing your lips to hers again.

“Keep your eyes on me,” she whispers against your mouth. “I want to watch you fall apart this time.”

She grinds into you harder now, her hand relentless, her lips devouring every moan. And you?

You’re already on the edge again.

Desperate. Ruined. Entirely hers.

And she knows it.

Your head falls back as her fingers pull out of you, wet and shaking, your legs already weak from how close you were again. You’re gasping, needy, your chest rising and falling fast. But Seulgi?

She’s calm. Always calm.

Except now, there’s heat behind her eyes. No more teasing. No more patience.

She steps back, just enough to unbuckle her belt. Slow. Deliberate. Still in her dress shirt, tie still in place, the picture of control. But when her pants slide down and you see it? Your breath catches.

Black. Thick. Curved just right. 7.5 inches of promise.

Her hand wraps around the base, adjusting the strap around her hips like she’s done this a hundred times, because she has. She steps forward again, slipping her fingers under your thighs and dragging you to the edge of the desk.

You’re soaked.

“You’ve been good,” she murmurs, her voice low, deliciously cruel. “So I’ll be gentle.”

She lines up. The head presses against your entrance, already slick from how badly you want her. She doesn’t rush, just pushes in inch by inch, watching your face the whole time.

Your mouth falls open in a silent moan as she stretches you, slow, deep, perfect.

“That’s it,” she whispers, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Take it.”

She bottoms out with a soft groan, hips flush against yours. You’re already trembling, clenching around nothing but silicone, but the pressure, the depth, the way she moves? You swear she’s inside your soul.

Then she starts to move.

Slow thrusts. Controlled. Deep.

She leans forward, her mouth back on your ear, grinding her hips into yours in perfect rhythm.

“You feel how deep I am?” she whispers. “No one else gets this. Just you.”

Your hands clutch her shirt, holding on as she starts to thrust harder. Her hand slides between you again, thumb rubbing your clit in rhythm with her hips.

“I can feel you squeezing around it,” she growls. “You’re gonna come for me again, aren’t you?”

You nod, already so close you could cry.

“Say it.”

“I, I’m gonna come, Seulgi, !”

She kisses you again, messy, possessive, tongues tangled as her hips slam into you faster, harder. You feel the curve of the strap hit just right, again and again, and her thumb never stops, 

Then you feel it.

A stutter in her rhythm.

The strap pulses.

Warm.

She moans against your mouth, low and guttural, and you realize, 

She’s coming too.

The strap releases inside you. A hot, thick gush. You cry out at the sensation, full, stretched, filled. It’s too much. It’s perfect.

Your orgasm crashes into you, sharp and unstoppable.

You scream her name as your body seizes, thighs shaking around her hips. She rides it out, never leaving you, never stopping. Her lips stay at your ear, kissing you, whispering how perfect you are, how you’re hers now.

And when it’s over, when you're both breathless, trembling, soaked in sweat and something deeper, she doesn’t pull out right away.

She holds you.

Still buried deep inside.

Still whispering.

“I told you,” she breathes against your ear. “You’re mine.”

You’re barely aware of anything, except the feeling of her still inside you, the gentle pressure of her body, her breath against your neck.

You’re spent.

Trembling.

Ruined.

And then, you feel her move.

Not away.

Not gone.

Just gentle.

Careful.

Her hands are on your hips, lifting you slowly, carefully sliding out. You gasp softly at the loss, already missing the way she filled you, but she hushes you with a kiss.

“You did so well,” she murmurs. Her voice has softened, still low, but threaded with warmth now. “You took everything.”

She grabs a tissue box from her desk drawer, like she’s done this before, and starts cleaning you up as best she can. Her hands are gentle, but thorough, dabbing between your thighs, wiping up her own release from where it’s started to drip out of you.

“I made a mess,” she murmurs, brushing your hair from your face as you lean back against her desk, dazed. “But you liked it.”

You nod slowly, still catching your breath.

She chuckles softly, presses a kiss to your temple. “Of course you did.”

Your blouse is still hanging off your shoulders, and her tie is loose around your neck, but she doesn’t rush to fix it. She takes her time, buttoning your shirt for you, smoothing out the wrinkles, then gently slipping the tie off like it’s something precious.

And maybe it is.

“You’re coming home with me.”

You blink up at her, wide-eyed.

She meets your gaze, calm, unwavering. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Her voice isn’t threatening this time. It’s a promise.

“But first…” She leans in and presses a kiss to your lips, soft, slow, lingering. “…you’re going to rest. I’ll finish my papers.”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes, small, shaky, wrecked. “You work even after this?”

Another kiss.

“I do a lot of things.”

She tucks her strap away in a drawer, casually, like it’s just another office tool, and pulls her blazer back on. Then she grabs your hand, helping you down from the desk with care.

You wobble. She catches you.

“I’ve got you,” she says simply, pressing a kiss to your hair.

And she does.

Because Woo Seulgi always gets what she wants.

And tonight?

She’s taking you home.

[showyoumy-impurities]

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.

[bvidzsoo]

Love Me Like A Rockstar (13)

ー☆ Chapter 13: You Know Me Too Well

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

ー☆ Warning: cursing, usage of the word 'bitch' ー☆ Word count: 6.5k ー☆ Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au ー☆ Rating: sfw ー☆ Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?

A/N: Well, well, lovelies...new chapter is up and maybe I'm kind of kicking my feet??? Who knows, we'll see what y'all think of this chapter hehe. Also, happy birthday to Song Mingi?! I actually didn't mean to post the new chapter today, but today was the only day I had enough time to write it sooo, yeah. Tmi, but MC's mother is exactly like my mom, so maybe I drew inspiration from real life lol, I love her to death but sometimes I really wish SHE DIDNT SPEAK lol. Also, I'm so obsessed with today's song for the chapter; I'm screaming, crying, throwing up over it LOL. Just a heads up, next chapter is the last like actual chapter of the series and then I decided to add an epilogue lol cue the sobbing. As per usual, listen to You Know Me Too Well before or while reading the chapter! I hope you enjoy and let me know through feedback hehe <3 Enjoy your weekends! divider

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⟨Series M.list ↭ Previous Chapter⟩

♫Playlist♫

            Saturday (2:55 pm)

Me: mingi can we talk?

Saturday (8:30 pm)

Me: i am free whenever you say so just let me know and i’ll be there

            Sunday (9:15 am)

Me: we need to talk, mingi.

            Sunday (12:08 am)

Me: please hear me out im sorry

Monday (current time)

            “Do you think he’ll slam the door in my face?” The hallways were buzzing with life as I tried to veer my way around the crowd of students without running into anyone. Today, out of all days, I just so happened to have my last class of the day in a completely different building and at least a good five-minute walk away from the arts building.

“It’s what you’d deserve, to be fair, but—” The was a gasp on the other side of the phone and my eyebrows furrowed as Seulgi muttered something to someone, muffled, “sorry, Wooyoung almost dropped my mother’s favorite vase, I told him to take off that blindfold.”

Eyebrows furrowing even deeper, I abruptly stopped walking, making a girl give me a heated glare that I didn’t care for, “Why is he blindfolded? Wait! I actually don’t want to know.”

“We were playing hide and seek with his niece, you idiot, but I got bored and sneaked away when I saw you calling.” Seulgi’s voice was exasperated and I chuckled as I took off again, leaving the science major’s building as I nuzzled further into my thick scarf. Some days it was warmer, but most days it got really cold and I hated it. I couldn’t deal with the freezing weather, perhaps it was my biggest enemy after Jeong Yunho, “Anyways, as I was saying, you deserve to be ignored by Mingi, but knowing how big of a sucker he is for you, he’ll probably give in before you can utter a single word.”

My heart jumped at the thought as I gnawed on my bottom lip, cutting off the path as I hurried through the grass, uncaring that I was probably destroying the work of the gardener. Besides, the grass had barely just started growing out again, it would be fine, “You think so?”

“I know so.” I heard Wooyoung’s high-pitched voice shouting from the distance and my eyebrows furrowed as I realized Seulgi had probably put me on speaker. Now that was a bit awkward, “He’s an idiot, but he’s in love. Now that I come to think of it, you two are a lot alike, two idiots in love—”

“I believe your niece is looking for you, babe.” Seulgi cut her boyfriend off and I was thankful because I don’t think I could’ve handled hearing him say the words ‘in love’ again. That was scary, even just the thought of it. I was barely coming to terms with liking Mingi, but hearing the word love sort of made me want to turn back around and abandon my whole plan of trying to make peace between the two of us. And Seulgi knew this, thankfully, because she didn’t say anything about it again, “Are you on your way to his studio right now?”

I hummed and curled my fingers tighter around the thermos bottle, my nose cold from the weather as the arts building finally came into sight, “Yeah, three minutes and I’m there.”

“Good.” Seulgi sounded content and I sighed as I tried to ignore the dawning anxiety that tried to crawl through my body and make me abandon my well-thought-out plan. I had to do this. Seulgi and my mom were right, I couldn’t mess this up again. I liked Mingi, a lot. He is a good guy and I shouldn’t let my past and my fears dictate my life. Yes, Mingi is Yunho’s best friend, but Mingi isn’t like Yunho. Hopefully, “Update me later then, I love you Y/N, I hope you know that.”

I chuckled and nodded at the security guard as he was out of his cubicle, standing at the bottom of the steps, smoking his cigar, “I know, thank you for knocking some sense into me.”

“We’ll see about that later.” Her snort was amused and I shook my head as we said our goodbyes, the warmth of the building making me sigh out in relief as I entered through the front doors. I pocketed my phone and unwrapped my scarf from around my neck, greeting the familiar people I crossed paths with. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling nervous at all, after all, I didn’t know how Mingi would react. If he was anything like me, he wouldn’t forgive me so easily. Not when I’ve hurt him again and in the worst way possible.

As I ascended the marble stairs, I found stability in the thermos bottle clutched firmly in both of my hands now, its weight helping me to keep my determination and focus on going through with my own plan. When I woke this morning and went to take a quick shower, I was surprised to hear my mother’s singing and smell the delicious waft of pancakes, making my stomach growl loudly as I didn’t have dinner the night before. It seemed like my mother had taken a day off, grumbling something about her deserving a day to rest after she was almost choked out by one of her mentally ill patients. I couldn’t help but agree with her as we sat at the table in silence, enjoying our breakfast, that is until she cleared her throat loudly and stood up, fetching a mug and a cup from the counter next to the sink. I froze when I realized she was handing me the cup Mingi had designed with funny looking chicks on it, and I was even more confused when I realized it wasn’t coffee I was drinking, but hot chocolate.

“So, what are you going to do about that handsome fella?” I tried not to groan or regret the fact that I told her everything about Mingi. I took a tentative sip of the hot chocolate and realized it wasn’t hot before taking a bigger gulp as I enjoyed its sweet taste.

“I’ll talk to him today—”

“Great!” My mother didn’t even let me finish as she sprung up from her seat again to fetch something from a cupboard, “It’s amazing how strong our maternal intuition is, I swear my starlight, you should make some babies soon.”

“Mom.” I groaned as I watched her curiously as she took a blue thermos bottle from the cupboard and filled it with hot chocolate from the kettle, “We’ve had this discussion many times before, I’m not having children so young.”

“You’re not that young though.” She sent me a sheepish smile as my eyes widened, feigning hurt.

“I’m turning twenty-three?! How is that not young?” She cleared her throat as she sealed the thermos and walked back to the table to sit down.

“I’m just trying to inspire you, anyways,” She huffed and then placed the thermos on the table and pushed it towards me, “Bring this to him as peace offering, he’ll love it. Trust me.”

“I don’t think what Mingi needs right now is hot chocolate—”

“Finish your breakfast and shut up.” My mother didn’t let me finish as she cut off a thick part of the pancake with her fork and forced it inside my mouth, making me groan, “Mothers know best when it comes to stuff like this, be thankful I’m saving your relationship and be back before lunch. I’m ordering take out, and I certainly am not waiting for late your ass if I’m hungry.”

I knew fighting my mom was fruitless, so I just grumbled an okay as I tried to chew the pancake she had forced in my mouth, my cheeks all puffed out. My mother seemed content that I finally wasn’t talking back to her and I shook my head as I pulled the thermos bottle towards me, reminded of the time when Mingi had brought me tea knowing that I would be feeling probably a little sick after getting all soaked in the cold rain and harsh wind.

So, now, with Mingi’s clothes in my tote bag and the thermos filled with hot chocolate in my hands, I couldn’t help but feel optimistic despite the anxiety gripping at my thoughts. If my mother, Seulgi, and even Wooyoung—who knew Mingi like the back of his hand—were convinced that everything would work out just fine, then why would I not believe that? Sure, Mingi was probably still annoyed at me, but I didn’t think a few apologies and even more explanations couldn’t fix the issue at hand. All I had to do was be honest and come clean with my feelings and he’d probably do the same and then—that’s where anxiety stepped in. Then what? Was I ready to pursue a relationship? Did Mingi want to date me? Did I want to date him? Why did it have to be Jeong Yunho’s best friend I was into? Why could I not move past my fears and stop associating Mingi with everything I was wounded by, when he never once made me feel like Yunho did? I could dwell on these thoughts for an eternity, I fear, but I didn’t have that time right now. And to be fair, I didn’t want to think of such things right now because I could feel my determination wither the closer I got to the music majors’ floor, heartbeat loud in my ears.

I stopped at the end of the hallway and took a deep breath, eyes settling on the studio I knew now was used by Mingi only. Wooyoung was nice enough to tell me the number of his studio—not that I had forgotten since the last time I was here—and he also let me know that it was used by Mingi only, the teachers having granted him full access, even at hours when students were supposed to be at home. It seems so Mingi was a favorite amongst the teachers, and I could see why. He was diligent and hard-working; his lyrics were beautiful and nothing would stop him from fulfilling his dream of becoming a well-known rockstar. I couldn’t help but feel excited at the prospect of that, and hoped that I would be part of his journey, that he’d let me back into his life.

Steeling my nerves and trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel, I knew there was no turning back. I wanted to do this, I had to do this. I had to stop sabotaging myself, and so, I marched down the hallway towards Mingi’s studio with a newfound hope and determination. Which lasted about five seconds as I came face to face with Mingi’s studio door. There was a small window on it, which would let you know whether the room was occupied or not, and it was straight across the desk where he was sat at—with the blonde girl standing right next to him. And that should have been okay, because really, Mingi could talk to whoever and spend his time also with whoever he pleased. And it’s not like I didn’t have male friends—I didn’t, Seulgi was my only friend—it’s not like he couldn’t speak to one of his fans. After all, he’s made it clear she was nothing more than a fan he appreciated for helping spread the word about his band.

But then, why was her hand on his shoulder one second and the next second slowly trailing down the sleeve of his beige cardigan—which looked like it was messily stained with paint—and certainly the way my good disposal dissipated and was overtaken by blind jealousy and rage had nothing to do with the sudden possessiveness that shook me to my core. And perhaps the thing that bothered me the most wasn’t even her feeling up Mingi’s arm as she looked down at him with sultry eyes, perhaps it was the way Mingi leaned back in his chairs, legs spread wide, and smirk on his lips as he looked up at her with his sharp gaze, allowing her to touch him. Perhaps that’s what sent me over the edge as I barged inside the studio in the most unceremonious way, making the girl yelp in fright and Mingi flinch as his eyes widened.

『Baby, you're all that I want

I want you all to myself

Oh, but you know me too well』

And when I was angry—or panicking, or hurt—all rational thoughts flew out the window as I was led by nothing else but pure instinct and a shit ton of unclear and not so necessarily nice thoughts. Simpler put, I wasn’t thinking nor making sense, but I couldn’t care less as I glared at the both of them while I struggled to mask the fury licking at my veins. They were both looking at me wide eyed, as if I had caught them doing something I wasn’t supposed to, and that made me snap before I could think through how to proceed with this whole shitshow, “Get out.”

For a second, even I didn’t recognize my voice as it dropped a few octaves, fierce gaze set on the blonde girl as she paled, eyes scrambling between Mingi and me as, suddenly, Mingi seemed to snap out of whatever scare I had given him by slamming his door open and into the wall. God, I hope I haven’t actually damaged it, because I certainly didn’t have the money to pay for it right now. I couldn’t look at the blonde girl anymore, heart beating fast in my chest as Mingi and I made eye contact, his eyebrows set in a deep frown as he had a sneer on his face.

“Excuse me?” God, even her voice was annoying. I looked back at the blonde girl and raised my eyebrows at her mockingly.

“Are you deaf?” I chuckled, but it was humorless, “Do I need to repeat myself?”

She huffed, looking offended—rightfully so—and I gritted my teeth as I stepped inside the studio, making it pretty obvious that I wasn’t going anywhere before this bitch left. I tried not to see red as Mingi’s hands balled up into fists or the way the girl snickered, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“You’re the one that’s barged inside uninvited, sweetheart,” And if I could have, I would have ripped her blonde strands out, “this isn’t your fucking studio, so, shut up. Mingi wants me here, maybe you should leave.”

I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing, somewhere deep in my mind realizing I looked absolutely psychotic and if Mingi didn’t hate me before, he certainly would hate me now. I wasn’t helping myself; I was making everything worse—just the usual, then. But this bitch wasn’t stopping me from getting what I came here for, and I hummed as my eyes fell on Mingi again, who’s jaw was clenching and unclenching. His sharp eyes were narrowed, but it seemed like he wasn’t saying anything anytime soon and that only pissed me off more.

“Sure,” I nodded and walked further inside, forcefully throwing my tote bag on the small couch against the wall on my left, making the contents of it spill out. I watched as both Mingi and the girl looked at the clothes, and Mingi’s expression flashed with something unreadable for a second, “Mingi wants you here.”

I suppose neither expected me not to stop until I reached the desk, coming up on Mingi’s left side as I slammed the thermos bottle—albeit too harshly—against the desk, a loud bang echoing in the room. Mingi’s eyebrows furrowed as I opened my mouth to tell the girl to leave again, but suddenly, he was up on his feet, staring me down. The height difference wasn’t that great between the two of us, but suddenly I felt small under his heated glare and sneer that seemed to settle on his lips, broad shoulders intimidating as he lowered his head just a little bit. He looked nothing like the Mingi I had gotten to know over the past few months, and it made my heart race as I realized I might not be able to reason with him today, “What the fuck is your problem, Y/N?! You tell her to get out when you barge in unwelcomed, and then start demanding for her to leave—”

I couldn’t even let him finish his sentence before I was firing back my argument, “Oh, what’s my fucking problem?! Maybe the fact that you lied to me?”

“About what?!” Mingi snapped, eyebrows furrowed as he took a step towards me, his body big enough to make the blonde girl not be seen behind him.

“Oh, be for real.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes, “You never show anyone your songs to? But you so conveniently let me listen to that unfinished song of yours and now look who else gets to listen to it? Her. If you’re so desperate to get laid, you should have—”

“I didn’t show her shit.” Mingi cut me off, voice shaking as his cheeks grew red from anger, probably. Mingi wasn’t a scary person, but he looked scary right now. There was no ounce of kindness in his expression nor tone, he looked cold and angry and like he hated me. I gulped and realized, once again, that I was digging myself deeper into the shithole I had created for myself, that I was hurting him again and again. This is not how things were supposed to go, “I only showed you. That unfinished song you’re talking about, only you know about it. Thanks for reminding me again why I shouldn’t deal with you anymore—”

“Stop it.” I snapped, eyebrows furrowing as I felt fear grip at my throat, making my voice sound shaky as Mingi’s expression went blank. I hated when he did that. I wanted to know what he was thinking about, I needed to see what he felt. I couldn’t do this if he withdrew himself, I couldn’t do this if I was the only one that would bare her heart to him. I was scared. He was pushing me away like Yunho had done, Mingi was abandoning me.

“Stop it?” If I wanted to cry when he laughed in my face mockingly, impassive smirk settling on his lips, I didn’t let it happen. I kept my composure, anger, hurt, desperation, yearning all mixing together as I found it harder and harder to breathe, “You want me to be nice to you after all the shit you said to me on Saturday? You want me to treat you like before after everything that’s happened? I can’t. You hurt me, made me feel like a fucking idiot, Y/N, you broke—I thought we were friends. I feel disrespected and played, and yet here you are again, acting like you have even an ounce of right to act the way you are right now, when it’s you who made it so fucking clear you want nothing to do with me anymore. Do you enjoy making others suffer? Do you want to see me on my fucking knees begging for your attention? I have enough self-respect to step back and move on with my life when someone so blatantly tells it to my face that I am nothing—”

“But you aren’t!” My tone raised without me meaning to as my heart continued to beat out of my chest so fast my ears started ringing. I felt tears prick at my eyes, but I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want to victimize myself, I just wanted Mingi to understand I made a mistake, that I knew I did, and that I was trying to fix things. I didn’t want us to part ways, especially not like this, he made me realize this second that I didn’t want to lose him, “You aren’t nothing to me. I said those things because I’m scared. I don’t know how to navigate these feelings—”

“Save it, okay?” I was left gaping as Mingi shook his head, pushing his hands in the pockets of his light denim jeans, “I don’t want to hear whatever sob shit you have to say right now, I’m asking you kindly to leave before I call security and delete my number, like I have deleted yours.”

The silence that settled upon us was deafening and my eyebrows furrowed as a tear rolled down my cheek without warning, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to find my breath. That hurt, it hurt more than anything before, it hurt more than when Yunho left me, broke my heart. Mingi meant so much more to me than Yunho ever did, and I bit my lower lip as Mingi seemed unaffected, expression blank and rather bored. Nothing was making sense anymore. I was scared, but I also felt ready to break free of the chains of the past, I wanted Mingi. And knowing all this, I didn’t want to hold back anymore, I didn’t want to consider my next words anymore. I just wanted to speak my mind freely.

“My ex-boyfriend is Jeong Yunho, your best friend.” Mingi had almost turned away from me, but he froze, head slowly turning back to face me once again, “We dated back in high school, many years ago, when we were still some headless and stupid teenagers. But he was the first boy I’ve ever loved and he fucking broke my heart, shattered into pieces with a bright smile on his lips. He promised me many things, and I was naïve, so I believed it all. And because I did, I ended up hurt beyond fixing and I’ve never trusted a man again. He was my first boyfriend and the center of my universe, yet he never cared enough about me to properly break up with me.

“Yunho talked about you all the time. Everything you liked, everything you hated, you were part of our daily conversations and I always wished to meet you, to see what was so great in you that had Yunho gushing all the time. I was jealous, so jealous that I became bitter. I started hating even the mention of your name, I selfishly wanted Yunho to myself, and you gone from his life. I couldn’t understand what was so great about you and why I wasn’t enough. I knew Yunho didn’t love me, but I wanted him to, so I made myself believe it, believe that I was worth more to him than you’ll ever be. And in the process, I stupidly made myself believe that he’d never leave me, that he was the one for me like he has said so many times before.

“He broke my heart so fucking bad that it took years until I could say his name or even see his face again. I am over him now, have been for a long time, but I can’t help still feel bitter about him. I can’t help but associate you with him at times. He made me defensive and untrusting of men, I couldn’t help but assume you’d be just like Yunho when I first met you, at least when I finally realized who you were. I felt so guilty, I tried to push you away but you wouldn’t fucking give up. You are everything yet nothing like Yunho and that scares me, because I want you, Mingi. But I’m scared you’ll abandon me like Yunho did, that you’ll fill my head with empty and pretty fantasies and then leave me alone with them, tearing my heart apart in the process. I want to open up, but I’m scared. I think, however, with you by my side, I’d be able to do that, to let my walls down.”

The silence that settled upon us, once again, was deafening and I gulped, heart racing and making me feel lightheaded as Mingi’s face had fallen, expression finally not as void as before. He looked shocked, but surprisingly, he didn’t look hurt nor like he would hate me for ever. It made me hopeful for a second, it made me sniff loudly and blink away the insisting tears from my eyes. He gulped and took a deep breath, making me stare in his eyes, hopeful and less scared, as he sighed and rubbed at his chin; a stubble was showing. Now that I come to think of it, he looks rather tired with bags under his eyes, and his platinum hair has a blue hue to it.

“I’m sorry he made you go through so much; I know it wasn’t easy.” Mingi’s tone finally lost the edge it had before, finally it wasn’t laced with so much anger, and it almost made me cry, “I kind of—I knew. Not exactly the whole thing, but I suppose I can say I had a feeling that there was history between you and Yunho. It was too obvious whenever I brought him up that you didn’t like him, at first I was confused, but then I suppose everything just clicked into place. The drawing of his eyes, the sweater you lent me and the fact that you gave it to me in the end—I’ve known since then that it was probably Yunho. I never said anything to him, not like that at least, I wanted you to come to me on your own, when you fully trusted me with the information. And I’m sorry, but he—he was an asshole back in high school, he was insecure and he played with everyone’s feelings, he was quite good at manipulating people around him. He’s mentioned dating you, but very few times, and by the time you had broken up I had all but forgotten about you, I suppose I wasn’t much better compared to him.

“But all of this isn’t my fault in the end, and while I completely understand your reasoning now and why you often acted the way you did, I’m sorry, but I can’t just let go of things and start anew. There’s just—too many things that have happened, emotions that you stirred up in me, and I just can’t do it, I—it’s not even about you and Yunho, I don’t give a fuck about it, it was ages ago and Yunho is a changed man and I know he’s long moved on. And you too, I believe you have, you seemed less bitter lately, but I just can’t. I can’t help but ask again, what do you want, YN?”

At least he wasn’t mad at me, but I did feel ashamed that I made him piece everything together on his own, that I wasn’t capable of telling him the truth myself. I have made mistakes, sure, but Mingi apparently didn’t hate me for them, “I just want to apologize, for everything.”

Mingi nodded and I watched in despair as that cold mask slipped back onto his face, expression void of any emotion once again. It made me want to grab his shoulders and shake them, force him to look deep into my eyes and just see everything I felt for him, “That’s fine, I accept your apology. If that’s all, you can leave—”

“But that’s not all!” I snapped, having had enough of being dismissed by him. I saw the way his jaw twitched, the way his eyebrows furrowed at my defiance, at my reluctance to leave just yet. I was being pathetic and a pain in the ass, but I had to make him understand that I was ready to leave all my fears behind for him, to learn how to be a better person next to him. I wanted to change, and I wanted it to happen with him by my side, with him guiding me and teaching me how to be more like him, and less like the shitty person I was for so long. I longed to be the way I was before meeting Yunho, a lot happier and a lot less broody and hateful of the beautiful things that surrounded me, “Mingi, I cannot stop thinking about you. I spend every waking moment when we’re apart wondering what you’re up to, what’s going through your mind, whether you’re okay or not. And I’ve been drawing you, since the first time I saw you, you’ve captured my attention, you’ve made me curious of who you were the longer we spent time together. I don’t want to be like this anymore, I don’t want to hurt you anymore and shut you out, I want to fix everything. I want to—I just want you, Mingi.”

There was a quiet scoff behind Mingi, but neither one of us reacted to it as our gazes bore into each other, my eyes glinting with yearning and his façade slowly breaking down as he released a shaky breath, “Mingi, I adore you.”

“Get out.” For a second, my body froze as I thought he was addressing me, but then, he whirled around and pointed towards the studio’s still open door, “Get out, now.”

And I just realized that the blonde girl had been witness to everything, and I couldn’t help but blanch in embarrassment as she made to interject, but I guess Mingi’s sharp eyes made her reconsider her choice as she huffed and then stormed out of the studio. My cheeks felt hot and I realized the clothes were making me sweaty, so as Mingi hurried towards the door to close it, I shrugged my jacket off and placed it neatly on the back of the sofa together with my thick scarf. And as I looked up, mouth dry as the door clicked shut and Mingi turned around, it felt like time stopped, like the world stopped moving. But Mingi was moving towards me, in nothing more than three steps he stood in front of me, and before I could even as much as try to reason with him or plead more to be forgiven, warm fingers dug into my cheeks and the wind was knocked from my lungs as his plush warm lips slammed against mine, making me gasp as my eyes remained wide open.

『Filthy impetuous soul

I wanna give it to you』

I thought he wouldn’t want anything to do with me, I thought he’d tell me that he needed time to forgive me completely and for us to work things out. But I couldn’t help shudder and feel ecstatic as I grabbed the collar of his shirt and cardigan, my eyes falling shut, as I pulled him closer to my body, savoring the kiss as if it was our first. But it wasn’t anything like that one, it wasn’t soft nor careful nor slow, it was hurried and desperate as Mingi pushed me backward, pressing me against the wall, right between the small space between the sofa and the desk. My arms circled his neck as he grabbed my nape with one big hand and pressed his other into the small of my back, making it arch as my fingers tangled into his soft hair, not pulling, just feeling the need to hold onto something, to keep myself grounded.

And much like the first time, our lips seemed to fit perfectly, and I tried not to keen when he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on the soft flesh, and I tried not to turn into a puddle when he hummed lowly against my lips as my fingers flexed in his hair. Perhaps I kissed him a bit harder and more aggressively as our pace quickened, my hand holding the side of his neck as Mingi pressed his body into mine until it felt like he was trying to forbid me even of the idea of escaping from his clutches, and I had no fucking intention of going anywhere, because in his arms I felt content and safe, and perhaps a bit too hot as goosebumps covered my arms the longer our lips moved hungrily against each other. And when I cupped his cheeks and perhaps held onto them a bit too firmly, his lips parted, and I ignored my lungs screaming for air as my tongue slipped past his parted mouth. I didn’t expect him to moan as our tongues tangled together, all wet and perhaps a little disgusting, but neither one of us cared about that.

I tried to stand on my tip toes for better access as Mingi’s ring clad fingers were suddenly running through my hair and tilting my head back, making my skin tingle where he held my hip firmly. I had been kissed by other people before, but neither felt like with Mingi, neither made me crave more and more and more. But our lungs could only go on so long without air, and I would’ve been embarrassed for the loud gasp I let out when we finally parted, if it wasn’t for Mingi diving straight for my neck and finding the sweet spot that made me putty in his arms. And I tried to ignore his deep grunts as my fingers got tangled in his platinum blonde strands as he pressed open mouthed and wet kisses against my neck, his arms around my hips pulling me into an embrace that had my pulse showing through the skin of my neck. My lips were tingling and my lungs actually hurt, but I couldn’t care less when Mingi finally pulled back and blinked his dark eyes open, pupils dilated and lips so swollen he almost made me chase after them once again.

『Oh, just to see what you'd do

'Cause I'm so drunk on you』

“What’s in the thermos?” His voice was raspier than usual, and it made me bite my bottom lip as my eyes searched his face, his falling on my lips instead.

“Hot chocolate, for peace making.” I answered, sounding a lot more breathless than I actually felt, and Mingi chuckled, the sound deep in his throat. I let my arms fall from his shoulders and instead circled them around his torso, trying to fight off the smile from my lips. Mingi didn’t look angry nor dismissive anymore, but I knew I wasn’t actually forgiven just yet. And that was only fair.

“This is peacemaking, not the hot chocolate.” And there it was, the mischievous glint in his eyes and the smug smirk on his lips as he squeezed my hips once and lowered his face until our lips brushed together, “Although I do appreciate the hot chocolate too.”

“Good, my mom was rather excited when she told me to give it to you.” I pressed a chaste kiss against Mingi’s lips before he could try and say anything, and he chuckled when I pulled away, eyes creasing and crooked front teeth showing.

“What are we now?” His voice was a mere whisper, not insecure nor scared, just wondering, “What do you want?”

I gulped, but decided to be honest. No more hiding my feelings and thoughts from him, “I don’t know just yet, and that’s why I need you to take the lead, but this—I want more of this, of you.”

“Good,” Mingi hummed, lips pursed as he kissed my cheek once before slowly releasing me from his warm embrace, “because I’ve been wanting more of you for fucking ages, doll.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle as suddenly I felt embarrassed and perhaps a little shy, but Mingi seemed to be unphased as he grabbed my tote bag and looked through it because his clothes were in it, “You can keep these, they looked better on you anyway. But you better not give them to Yunho if he ever happens to go over to your house—”

“Mingi.” I snapped mortified and pushed his arm as he dropped the tote bag and burst out laughing, giving me a cheeky smile.

“Want to hear the rest of the song I made for you?”

“For me?”

“Yeah, doll, for you.”

            By the time I managed to get home I might as well been on cloud nine and in so much ecstasy that one would think I was on drugs. Which, kind of felt like it after the day I have had—not that I’ve ever done any drugs. I failed to notice my mother’s silhouette in the window of our kitchen when I got out of Mingi’s car and, of course, that meant she saw him get out of his old Honda Prelude and jog after me to kiss me hard and leave me dizzy before he left. And all of that, of course, meant that by the time I unlocked the front door and stepped inside, my mother was leaning against the archway of the kitchen with the widest smirk I’ve ever seen on her face.

“So, did you have sex?”

My eyes widened in mortification and I struggled to step out of my boots and shrug off my jacket, “Mom!”

“So, you did, huh.” It wasn’t even a question, and suddenly running after Mingi’s car sounded a lot better than standing in front of my mother as she bit her bottom lip, giving me a wink.

“We didn’t!” I exclaimed, cheeks flushed a deep red as I cradled the tote bag to my chest, “He needs to take me out on a date first—many dates, actually.”

“Well, he better hurry up then cuz you’re glowing and you’re happy.” I froze at my mother’s words as she looked at me with a serene expression on her face, lips pulled into a small smile, forgetting all about her previous teasing, “He’s good for you, too good. I haven’t seen you so relaxed and happy since—since highschool.”

Since Yunho broke up with me.

“I know, and I will make sure I never hurt him again.” I told my mom and she hummed, looking down at her wristwatch.

“You missed lunch, by the way, so you’ll eat chicken tenders—”

“Again?!”

“Again, exactly. Go wash up before dinner.”

And I was out of her sight in no time, with a newfound rush in my system, skin tingling as I realized I craved to hold my pencil and my sketchbook in my hands. I couldn’t remember the last time I drew something for me and not because it was an assignment. And if hours later the sketch looked a lot like a familiar platinum blonde haired man with sharp eyes and a tall nose wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a beige cardigan over it, accessories many and nails painted black, then I wouldn’t even deny it anymore. Perhaps he would love seeing my drawings. Perhaps I should finally show him.

Mings 🖤: date on wednesday? Me: but im paying this time Mings 🖤: so when we went to the pottery coffee shop it was a date wasnt it, doll Me: maybe it was maybe it wasnt Mings 🖤: no maybes this time

『Oh, but you know me too well

Oh, but you know me too well, well』

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[fanfiction4sooya]

Masterlist

Hi guys! Just a quick introduction: I'm Lua, 27 brazilian woman who loves to write. This blog is for kpop girl groups and gg's only. I write for fun and for fun only, so I don't like angst and will probably write it only under request (and I can say no if it makes me uncomfortable bc I'm really bad at it).

I try to be as polite and gentle as a human possibly can, but I can and will set boundaries (and be mean) if I have to. (Some people tend to go crazy since they are anonymous)

Mainly a NSFw blog focused on Sub F!R x Dom Idol and Idol x Idol; but feel free to request Dom Fem!R :) I write imagines, thoughts, MTL, polygamous relationships (3 people only) and honestly a lot of other stuff, just check with me on my ask box and I'll let you know!!

I only write smut for girls with legal age/people I'm comfortable writing for;

If I see spam in my ask box I won't respond and probably will delete it, I definitely do not to want to bring any negative attention towards anyone, nor shame anyone.

I don't write about any disorders at all.

Do NOT call me mommy under any circumstances, I'll be rude to you if you do.

Please be kind to each other! 💖

My favorite groups are:

BP, Dreamcatcher, Itzy (Top 3). Twice (For the n*zi shirt incident I chose to NOT write for Chaeyoung, no hate for her or those who write for her), Red velvet, IVE, Loona, WJSN, New Jeans (But I don't write for them), Le Sserafim, XG, G- Idle, aespa, SNSD and VIVIZ

Soloists: Yena, Bibi, Eunbi, BoA, Sunmi, CL, Chungha, Soojin

Dancers: NoZe, Lee Jung.

So here are the links for what I write. Fics are blue, imagines are pink, asks and requests are red!

BlackPink:

Crazy over you - Jisoo x Fem! Reader

Dom! Jennie x bimbo reader

Dreamcatcher:

Office game - Handong x Yoohyeon

Happy Su-A day!

Itzy:

Annoyingly you (A! Chaeryeong/ O!Lia)

Hot wife Chaeryeong

BFF's Yeji and Chaeryeong

Power Bottom Chaeryeong

Soft love making with Chaeryeong

Pervy neighbor chaeryeong

No rush (Yeji x F!R)

Le Sserafim:

Make me yours (Sakura X Yunjin)

Can't save you now (Sakura x Chaewon x Kazuha)

Speak up (Dom Kazuha x F!Sub reader)

Lakers Yunjin fucking you

Sloppy head with Yunjin

Puppy needs (Hybrid Yunjin x F!Reader)

Dog hybrid yunjin claiming you

Just a quick lesson (Yunjin x F!Reader)

Twice:

Fire & Gasoline (A! Jihyo x O! Reader)

Pretty Pet (Sana x F! Reader)

Mornings with you (G!P Momo x F!Reader)

G!P Mina x F! Reader

Jealous Step mommy Sana (G!P)

MILF Sana x Maid F! Reader

Fisting with Step mom! Sana

G!P Doctor Sana x F! Reader

Rewarding Idol!Jihyo

Cockwarming w/ Jihyo

Masc! Jihyo

Possessive G!P Momo

Deep throat w/ G!P Mina

Sana x miyeon

GF Jeongyeon

Brat tamers Jeong and Sana

Loophole (sub nayeon x sub reader)

Sana overstimulating you

Twice as hybrids (g!p)

Jeongyeon bottoming for you

On edge (sana x F! Reader)

Cry for me (Dahyun x F! Reader)

Forbidden dream (G!p Nayeon x Fem! Reader)

G!p jeongyeon making you cum

Momo x chubby Fem! Reader

IVE:

Double Trouble (G!P Yujin x F!Reader x G!P Gaeul)

Rough G!P Yujin x innocent F!Reader

Yujin degrading F!Reader

Nerdy student Yujin

Cockwarming Yujin

G!P Gaeul w/ innocent tutor F!Reader

Birthday Sex w/ Wonyoung

Wonyoung x Bratty F!Reader

Riding hung Gauel

Wolf hybrid Yujin

My dream girl (Wonyoung x Liz) - Fluff

Possessive hybrid wonyoung

Loser yujin giving you head (G!P)

G-Idle:

A little relief (Shuhua x Miyeon)

Miyeon x Yuqi

Miyeon with a breeding kink

Somnophilia & Mimin

Thoughts on mafia boss Miyeon

Red Velvet:

Addictive (Wendy x F!Reader)

Possessive mommy Irene

Loyal dog (Sub A! Seulgi x Dom O! Reader)

Cult leaders RV fucking you

Alpha Seulgi helping on your first heat

Dirty thoughts about Irene

Joy + innocence kink

Aespa:

Mommy Karina

The closest to her (G!P Winter x F!R)

Gamer winter neglecting you

Dirty thoughts about ningning

Somnophilia with puppy minjeong

Call her now (Karina x Fem!R)

SNSD:

Let me help (Tiffany x F!Reader)

Fox hybrid yuri

Possessive alpha Tiffany

How big is alpha Bada/ Tiffany

Jessica Jung and F! R first time

Tiffany with younger gf

Somno w/ Tiffany on her birthday

WJSN:

Use me please (Exy x Dayoung)

XG:

Pillow princess Harvey

Loona: -

I'll be your sweet dream (Heejin X F!Reader)

Camgirl! yeojin

Thoughts on G!P Kim Lip

VIVIZ: -

KISS OF LIFE:

Kitty cat (Hybrid Julie x F!Reader)

SOLOISTS:

Yena:

Married Reader x Yena

Car sex w/ Yena

Eunbi:

Bitter (Eunbi x F! Reader)

BIBI:

Touchy BIBI

BoA:

Dom coded BoA

Sunmi:

CL:

Chungha:

Soojin:

DANCERS:

Bada Lee: NOT TAKING REQUESTS

Sly fox, dumb bunny (G!P Bada x F!Reader)

Alpha Bada

How big is alpha Bada/ Tiffany

Alpha Bada in rut

NoZe:

Making out with NoZe

Lee Jung:

Hard dom Lee Jung

[revehae]

like oxygen

pairing ↠ abductor!seulgi x (f) reader

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, noncon, pussy slapping, kidnapping, choking, drugging, pretty vague mention of stalking

summary ↠ you tried to escape her, but it was too late. she’s not letting you go; she needs you like you need oxygen.

wc ↠ 1.2k

a/n ↠ this is a repost!

don’t like it, don’t read.

it feels like you’re taking your first breaths when you blink for the first couple of times, eyes fluttering open and shut, vision a blur until that moment when everything finally focuses — and then everything hits you hard. the chase. the fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins. the feeling of her breath on your neck as she held the cloth over your mouth, and she whispered ever so soothingly, “shh, don’t try to fight it. you won’t win. just go to sleep.” in that moment, you thought that you were taking your last breaths. 

clearly not. 

the setting is unfamiliar, though as dull as the alleyway you had previously ran through. your brain works slowly, but you soon come to the realization that you’re in a basement. her basement, most likely. you try to move, but your body works slowly, too. it’s only when you feel some kind of material digging into your skin that you realize you’re being bound down. 

you feel so damn sluggish. the cloth - whatever chemicals were on it might as well have paralyzed you. 

“wakey wakey,” a familiar voice sings. if you could, your neck would have snapped in the noise’s direction. but you don’t need to look to tell that it’s her. your abductor. 

she finally steps into your range of vision, still smiling menacingly. god, if it weren’t for the fact that she had kidnapped you, you would have thought that it was cute. now, it was nothing more than haunting.

seulgi rubs her forearm, in a bit of pain, but she doesn’t show it well. “you really put up a fight back there, you know,” she tilts her head, staring into your fearful eyes. in all honesty, she had gone easy on you. there was no need to exert too much force, she loved the thrill of chasing you and letting you believe that there was a chance of you getting away. though you knew now that there was none. ”even left a mark on me when i haven’t even hurt you - yet,” the emphasis on the word yet makes you tremble. “don’t you think you deserve to make up for that?”

and then, she begins to walk closer to you. your eyes widen and every rational thought remaining in your body is begging for you to move even a muscle, but you can’t. you’re trying, you’re trying so hard to move, but your body won’t listen.

she crawls on top of you, beginning to tug at your clothes, and as much as you want to try and get her to stop, you’re utterly powerless against her. you manage to shake your head a few times, but all seulgi does is smile in your face and shake her head back at you mockingly, unbuttoning your top and letting it fall to the ground. “stop,” you exclaim, “stop!” but she doesn’t listen, moving to take off your bottoms. the moment you’re naked she’s between your thighs, almost in awe at the sight of you. “you’re so pretty,” seulgi sighs, ignoring your pleas. or maybe she’s so in her head that she really doesn’t hear you, too focused on your cunt.

seulgi loses every bit of restraint she had and latches her mouth onto your cunt, the sudden earning a surprised noise from you. in revolt, you try to close your thighs, but to no avail. the only person capable of moving your limbs at the movement is, oddly enough, her. 

the taste of you has seulgi in a trance-like state. finally, the moment she’s been waiting for. seulgi’s had her eye on you long before now, planning exactly how and when she would finally make her move. that moment happened to be today, and the wait was worth it. one taste of you has her knowing that she’ll never ever give you back to the world - not until you’re so equally hypnotized by her to the point that you’re the one coming back for more.

and arguably worst of all, it feels good. you’re suppressing all of the noises of pleasure at the tip of your tongue, replacing them with ones of anguish. nothing gets past seulgi, though. one look at your face, and she can tell that you’re into this. 

seulgi lifts her head, replacing her mouth with her pretty fingers to keep you occupied. “you like this,” she laughs, the most taunting look on your face. it’s humiliating, but you know that she can feel your pussy gripping around her fingers, which only heightens the sheer embarrassment you feel. “you fucking like this!” 

you shake your head (maybe the drugs were losing effect. it was hard to tell how long you had been in there), denying it, but seulgi’s relentless, moving her fingers harder and in search for your spot. she finds it soon enough, which is obvious by the moan that manages to escape your mouth. you put your hand over it, hating that you’re entertaining her. “admit it,” she orders, removing her fingers to give your cunt a little slap. you make a noise of pain, but she doesn’t care, looking you dead in your eyes. “admit that you like this.” 

“no!” 

another slap. another noise from you.

the cycle repeats itself again, and seulgi purrs with that stupid smile on her face, “i’ve got all day and night, baby. and i’m starting to think that the only reason you’re denying it is because you like me hitting you, too.” 

she hit the nail on the head, but you would never admit it. your cheeks are burning and so is your cunt, but something about it is dangerously arousing to you. and seulgi is still determined, feeding into your lies for a moment before she decides to change her m.o. “fine,” seulgi says, and you think she’s giving up until she reaches over and wraps her hand around your throat, cutting off your air supply. her fingers are wet with your arousal and it sticks to the skin of your neck, but you’re more focused on the fact that you can’t breathe. seulgi tilts her head, demanding in a sweet tone that betrays her actions, “admit it. your pretty little pussy’s so wet that i already know you do. so just admit it.”

you want to fight it, you really do, but the hazier your vision gets the more you crave air, and you just can’t resist it anymore. “i… i like it. i like it…” you admit through croaks, hardly able to speak with her hand so firm around your neck. 

“hm, what was that? i didn’t hear you,” seulgi teases. 

“i like it!” you say with struggle again, hands trying to claw at hers in an attempt to pry them off of you, but you’re still too weak. “please. can’t- i can’t breathe.”

she’s half-tempted to ignore your pleads, loving the way you look with every last breath leaving your body, but seulgi’s kind enough to release you, watching as you pant and cough, tears strolling down your cheeks when the air finds you once again. 

“see how easy that was?” seulgi giggles. she leans over to kiss you briefly, then whispers in your ear, “next time you want me to hit you, just ask.”

[rvp32]

I'm a SM girl group stan. I love seeing your answers. Who are the two people in each group who enjoy lesbian sex with each other? And do they reveal their relationship to the other members? Or keep it a secret?

snsd: rv: aespa:

Thank you so much! I am really happy that you like my answers and I appreciate the questions as always!!

SNSD: Tiffany and Taeyeon.

These two love each other so much even after they basically disbanded. Anyone who knows SNSD can tell you how close they were when they were active. They 100% love lesbain sex and enjoy it. But, they will keep it a secret because Tiffany just enjoys the sex while Taeyeon has fallen in love for her. Taeyeon is obviously a bottom in this case

RV: Irene and Seulgi

This is another super obvious answer, it is non other then Irene and seulgi. My God, these guys are frutiy af. They seriously love the sex and each other. Obsess over each other like crazy. Seulgi is for obvious reasons a bottom like I can never see that cutie being a top like ever. I feel like these two would reveal it and not really care about the consequences.

Aespa: Karina and Winter

Again this was a pretty obvious answer. These two are basically stuck to each other. Like they are so clingy and always want each others attention. It's super cute. Both of them definitely love each other beyond co-workers. Karina is a top in this case, you can argue with the wall if you disagree. However, they will keep their relationship secret because they still want to achieve a lot more.

(look at the way Karina looks at Winter!)

[hikarimiyanaga]

Saan? (Where?)

Warning : Angst. Friendly Rivalry.

Stop me, I'm crying. These past four weeks have been amazing because of these two idiots.

Woo Seulgi pants as she looks around.

Looking at the photo again just to make sure she got it right this time.

She compares the photo to the sight in front of her and her heart beats faster.

'It's right.' Seulgi thinks.

She got it right this time.

Ever since she completed the entrance exam, two days ago, she's been running around to find Jaeyi.

Who cares about the result?

Who cares if she got in or not?

Who cares about all that when the love of her life is waiting for her?

So here she was.

She walks to the pier and slowly approaches the end.

She's here. She's right here. But where the hell was Jaeyi?

"Jaeyi-ah!?" She calls out but to no avail.

Did she got it wrong again?

She clutches the photo, making it crumpled. She was about to throw it in the sea when someone stops her.

"Why crumple it?" Jaeyi tsks at her. "I spent hours on finding the right angle, you know?" Seulgi can only stare as Jaeyi flats the picture.

Her heart is beating so fast. So fast as if she just ran a marathon.

It's Jaeyi.

Her Jaeyi.

Alive. And well. Not in a bottom of a lake. Or missing. She was here.

Without a word, Seulgi pulls Jaeyi into a bone crushing hug.

Hoping that what words cannot say will be said by action instead.

Jaeyi can only chuckle as her arms circles around Seulgi's waist.

"Did you miss me?" Jaeyi jokingly asks but Seulgi nods as she sobs.

"So much. So fucking much, Jaeyi-ah." She cries in her arms. Jaeyi pulls away and tenderly wipes Seulgi's tears away.

"You did a good job finding me, Princess." The nickname makes Seulgi shudder. Oh, how she missed this. Missed her.

A whole year without her prince has made her tired. Tired and so lonely.

But this? The feeling of being in Jaeyi's arms?

It's bliss.

"Thank you for finding me." Jaeyi softly says and Seulgi kisses her. Jaeyi's eyes widen for a second before she pulls in Seulgi closer.

Jaeyi has felt Seulgi's lips when she gave her CPR but she couldn't appreciate it then as she was too worried for her.

But now? This?

This was everything.

Seulgi's soft lips. Her trembling hands. Her soft calling of her name.

Jaeyi felt like she found heaven on earth.

They pull away from each other and Seulgi shakily holds Jaeyi's wrist.

"Jaeyi-ah. Don't leave me again, okay? Don't-" She sobs and it takes everything in Jaeyi to not pull her in for another kiss. "Don't disappear like that ever again, okay?" It was a plea. A request. Because that day still lingers on her mind.

She thought she was tough.

She grew up an orphan. Being bullied constantly. But that day?

That day broke her. The thought of not seeing Jaeyi ever again broke her soul and heart.

It took her months to not just randomly cry. Months of pain.

"I know. I'm sorry. And I promise, princess." Jaeyi kisses Seulgi's tears away and they both hug each other again.

They were finally complete again.

[kireilien]

── meet kireilien; your new favorite writer! 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

hi! my name is lien (pronounced lee-en) / username kirei-lien (綺麗 / 美しい - pretty/neat in japanese), i use she/her, i’m pansexual, and yes i am vietnamese. however i am born and raised in the united states, meaning that i do use american terms/slang, so feel free to ask if you ever get confused!

i’m an 06 liner (in college womp womp ( ;´ - `;)) who’s been liking kpop since 2013, anime since 2016, and creatively writing since 2019~2020!

i am a sub/bottom i fear. lots of my works will be self-indulgent gulp but a basic rundown what you can expect: daddy kink, being called princess; angel; [cute/sweet/baby/little/my] girl, spit play, spanking/slapping, cunnilingus, praise, body worship, size kink, strength kink, bimboification, dumbification, tongue kink, soft!doms, sweet!doms, pervs, stepbros, older brothers (best friend), someone who could put me in my place, things of that sort!

things i hate: exhibitionism, k that’s it!

kpop [ults, likes, dni] —

♂ stray kids, bang chan [ult of ults]; enhypen, nishimura riki; &team, hirota riki; got7, im jaebeom; nct, mark lee

♀ soloist, kim chungha; red velvet, kang seulgi; soloist, kwon boa; soloist/loona, ha sooyoung; gfriend, kim sojeong

♂ ampersandone, astro, ateez, boynextdoor, bts, exo, monsta x, p1harmony, plave, riize ot7, seventeen, shinee, the boyz, tws, tomorrow by together, zerobaseone

♀ aoa, apink, artms, clc, exid, fromis_9, f(x), girl’s generation, gwsn, itzy, le sserafim ot4, loossemble, stayc, triples, twice ot8

other. boystory, chuu, dean, dpr live, gray, katseye, sik-k, wave to earth, yukika

dni. super junior, all yg artists, mamamoo, young posse, badvillian, fifty fifty, madein, newjeans+mhj, seunghan antis, hyuna/junhyung supporters, lucas/taeil supporters, seungri supporters, chaeyoung supporters, sakura supporters. simply soft block or don’t interact with me, i don’t need to state my reasons why i don’t support them.

if you don’t see a group on this list, still feel free to ask! these are just groups i listen/interact w often, not all the groups i casually like!

etc [other enjoyments] —

other than kpop and anime, i also enjoy my little pony: friendship is magic, littlest pet shop, big hero six, sanrio, san-x, flolikethis, love and deep space, megan thee stallion, mouthwashing, beyoncé, chase atlantic, partynextdoor, monchhichi, the amazing digital circus, and strawberry shortcake (2003-2009).

besides fandoms, i like reading novels alongside manga, aesthetics (makeup & fashion), traditional vietnamese dancing, kpop dancing, baking/eating sweet treats, and listening to reddit nsfw asmrists! feel free to send me asks for anything above i would love to chat abt them (ㅅ˶´ ˘ `˶)

© KIREILIEN 2025

[cryptidafter]

Rating: M

Word Count: 5k+

Jaeyi and Seulgi's reunion.

Big thanks, as usual, to @imminentinertia @lugarn and @technicallyverycowboy for providing feedback and beta-reading this for me!

[authorhjk1]

Hi writer-nim, I'm no detective, but since checking out and enjoying your colour series I'll take a wild guess though I may be wrong lol but the one with the * has to somewhat be RV related since the first two stories about it are connected but the secret lies in the characters mentioned during the first one with Irene and since Seulgi showed up in the second one I guess the remaining members would show up then (I hope) but since Yeri was already written in black I hope you could make another one of her in this? She looked amazing here I guess this counts as purple even though she has a white dress inside lol but the outfit sure is tempting since it looks so easy to rip off everything from her, I mean who doesn't want to see maknae tiddies being cared for while bouncing up and down all over your face. But its ok if you can't make one more of her, however you can make this for a future piece if you feel like it. Have a nice day.

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Purple

(Kim Yeri X Male Reader)

You take your tie out of Yeri's hand. The bottom part is already soaked. Looking down on her, you see her phone in the other hand. A picture of you is on the screen.

"Are you going to punish me?"

Yeri's mischievous grin awakens something dark within you. Punishing her is something you've always wanted to do. To wipe that satisfied smile off her face, by totally ruining her body.

"Or are you gonna rat me out to Irene unnie?"

But then again, that's exactly what Yeri wants. And you don't want to give in so easily. Her cheeks are still showing a hint of red, after you've just caught her in the act. Of course you knew what was going on inside her room, when you saw her thong dangle on her doorknob.

"Do you think Irene would like it, if I told her you touch yourself to a picture of me?"

You hold up your tie.

"And use this as well?"

"You don't have any proof."

Her victorious, teasing smile makes a fire burn inside of you. She manages to piss you off and turn you on at the same time. After Seulgi, Joy and Wendy all slept with you, you expected Yeri to eventually follow in their footsteps. You just didn't expect she would actually touch herself, thinking about you. It turns you on more, thinking about how often she could've already done this.

"So what? You want to pretend to be a bad girl?"

Yeri stands up, the top of her head barely reaching your chin.

"I am a bad girl. And what do bad girls like I get.... daddy?"

She whispered that last word. And she watches you with amusement in her eyes as she waits for a reaction.

Just like the other three, Yeri doesn't know that Irene is allowing you to sleep with them. She really wants to be a bad girl. To seduce someone else's boyfriend. Even if it's Irene. The thrill of finally getting what she wants rushes through her veins.

"No."

Yeri's face falls, when she hears your rejection. She expected you to kiss her, or to grab her by her throat and and tell her how bad she really is, or run to Irene and tell her about this. She didn't expect a cold rejection.

"But-"

Before she can finish her complaint, you grab her shoulders and turn her around. You push her onto the bed and Yeri hits the mattress she was sitting on just now. With her face buried in her sheets, you straddle her legs and place your hands on her ass.

"You're not a bad girl, Yeri."

Using your tie, you first put both her hands on her back, before tying her wrists together.

"You're just a pathetic brat."

You hear a muffled moan at your words. Seems like you hit a nerve.

"I will punish you. And then, I'm gonna make sure you won't act up again. Understood?"

Yeri slightly lifts her head to give you a nod. When you reach for the purple fabric, you lick your lips. Time to claim the last Red Velvet member. You can't believe you're actually getting to fuck all of them. With new found strength, you rip Yeri's dress off her body. Another moan into the sheets follows a surprised gasp.

You expose her ass by tearing the purple dress open further and bunching up the white one around her waist. Her white cheeks instinctively make you deliver a hard slap. You don't even take your time to properly admire her body.

Moan after moan leaves Yeri's mouth as you strike her again and again. Within a matter of minutes both her cheeks show a fiery red. Her moans start to turn into sobs.

"Do you want me to keep punishing you?"

You slowly place a hand on her right cheek, which makes her flinch, before you slowly let it travel inside the gap between her thighs.

"Or do you want me to use you?"

You don't give her another option. Yeri's doesn't deserve just sex. The way she acts makes it clear that the only way she is useful is by being used.

"D-Daddy,"

Her voice is still shaking a little. Especially when you let your fingertips graze her wet labia. Her breath hitches.

"P-Please use me. I promise I'll be a good toy."

You squint your eyes in suspicion. It seems like you managed to turn her around faster than you expected. Or she is just putting up an act.

"Turn around, little brat."

Your mocking tone makes Yeri listen and she quickly does what you tell her. She is now lying on her back and you can see her face now. A mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. As if this is what she expected, but she didn't think you would go this far? You don't really care at this point. You only care about that cute pussy underneath her purple dress. Since it's almost completely see through, you can already see it. And because you ripped open her dress earlier, you can now just push the useless fabric to the side, revealing her pink lips.

Usually, you would've leaned down and started to eat her out. And she does look delicious, no doubt about it. But you want to make a point. That you are the one who controls her and not the other way around.

You gather some of your saliva in your mouth, before you spit onto her pussy. Yeri gasps at your lewd, almost rude, actions and you push yourself inside of her.

Soon, she is a mewling mess. Her loud cries echo through the dorm, which Irene is probably able to hear. By now, you've basically folded her in half, her ankles to her ears and your face close to hers as you drive yourself into her depths again and again.

"D-Daddy! I-I-I'm-"

Your powerful thrusts and her incoming orgasm makes her tongue and mouth useless. Her brain can't comprehend what's going for a second, before the climax rushes through her. Her body shakes underneath you, eyes rolling to the back of her head.

You grab a fistful of her hair, once she is finished. You manage to stay inside of her as you lie down on the bed yourself and make Yeri straddle you.

"Alright, little brat. Ride me and make me cum. Or I will only punish you from now on. Without the sex."

Yeri's eyes grow wide with fear and a moment later, she starts bouncing on your cock. Her hands hold onto your chest, her eyes are closed as she takes as much of you as she can. She still feels to well dressed for your taste. You reach upwards and grab the purple fabric once more. Yeri watches with big eyes as you tear her dress open again, right above her chest. You only need to pull at the white one a little bit and suddenly, Yeri's tits bounce freely to the rhythm of her riding. You use both hands to play with her soft flesh, enjoying her slick pussy around your cock and her mounds in your hands. When you start to play with her nipples a little more, Yeri throws her head back in pleasure, letting out louder moans.

"You have some nice tits, little brat."

Girls like Yeri always pretend to be bad girls, but they usually love to get praised. You feel it working when Yeri picks up the pace. Pulling her upper body a little more towards you, you capture on of her nipples with your mouth. You greedily suck on both of them individually, switching at random intervals.

Yeri is a moaning mess on top of you. Her hands, which are still tied together, are pressing onto your chest for support as she loses herself in the world of pleasure. Just like you. Your hands have travelled from her tits to her sore ass cheeks. Your mouth still licking and biting her soft skin. You start to pull her onto your cock with more force.

"Fuck, you really are a bad girl."

You say between licks as you feel her pussy squeezing and massaging your cock.

Yeri moans louder and you give her a couple of more spanks, which make her shake.

But you stop after a couple, because your own orgasm overwhelms you. You hold her in place as you thrust upwards, cuming deep inside her cunt. Yeri moans and whines, feeling your cum fill her insides.

[kibbekpopcompendium]

re: hair

hair is part of our appearance and kibbe does give hair recommendations for each type id. however, kibbe enthusiasts disagree on the level of importance that should be placed on hairstyle.

*I'll mention male and female examples, although, most of the discourse is factored more with (stereotypically) women's hairstyles. but it's all pretty much the same. long/short hair.

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Romantic family

for Rs and TRs, short, soft, curled hairstyles are recommended, although longer hair that goes past the shoulders is also good if it retains a curly shape. short types are generally told to have short hair because long hair can look bogged down/too heavy. MY VERDICT: R fam definitely benefits from hair that has, at the very least, been lifted with a bit of wave or curl! but I'd say hair length is pretty irrelevant, Rs and TRs can look good with hair that goes past the shoulders (maybe not waist length?) [jiwon/fromis_9, kun/wayv]

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Gamine family

gamines are explicitly recommended short hair, no longer than shoulders length. gamine recs are made for hair that is short or at least out of the way, for example, high necklines and small details. gamine 'essence' is also chic, modern, and slightly androgynous. kibbe does allow longer hair that is funky, loud and/or shaped in an interesting way. MY VERDICT: not everyone likes short hair. very few gamine female idols wear short hair on the regular. long hair can be styled (Ariana grande is good at keeping her hair out of her face to fit her gamine outfits) and I find that 'quirky' hairstyles like Seulgi's choppy bangs from 2018 create the same gamine vibe that short hair has. [nayeon/twice, eric/the boyz]

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Classic family

classics don't have hardline recommendations aside from hairstyles that look balanced and moderate. they can be any length, but are usually middle-parted, with a slight curl. MY VERDICT: really, with k-pop hair styling, I don't think classics have much to worry about. outside of crazy hair (think vintage 2ne1) I pretty much never see hair that looks disharmonious on them. [miyeon/idle, sungchan/riize]

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Natural family

natural hair, like clothing recs, is encouraged to be tousled, fresh, and layered. flamboyant naturals are recommended long, thick, lion's mane like hair. MY VERDICT: naturals can rock a lot of styles, especially naturals that look moderate. even short/straight hair looks good on a lot of naturals, like Jeongyeon from TWICE. although a lot of soft naturals in particular just get that extra 'oomph' from wavy hair as opposed to having having pin-straight hair. [ningning/aespa, Bangchan/stray kids]

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Dramatic family

dramatic family recs are divergent between pure Ds and SDs. pure dramatics are recommended to have straight or geometrically-arranged hair, any length, while soft dramatics are recommended to have hair that is shaped, 'big' and glamorous, like a blowout style. MY VERDICT: k-pop idols pretty unanimously have straight hair that is suitable for dramatic recs and with styling, can achieve a similar style to soft dramatic recs. [yeji/ITZY, zuho/sf9]

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To show a broader scope, I have some examples! Long and short hair, male and female.

Top to bottom for families they are:

[Kun/NCT (pure R), Taemin/SHINee (TR)... Gain/Brown eyed girls (R), Eunha/VIVIZ (TR)]

Gamines: [Xiumin/EXO (FG), Felix/Stray kids (SG)... Choa/AOA (SG), Jennie/Blackpink (FG)]

Classics: [Eric Nam (SC), Seonghwa/Ateez (pure C)... Miya/GWSN (DC), Minju/former IZ*ONE (SC)]

Naturals: [JB/Got7 (SN), Junji/Onlyoneof (SN)... Jeongyeon/TWICE (FN), Jihyo/TWICE (SN)]

Dramatics: [Zuho/SF9, Changmin/TVXQ... Bae/NMIXX, Nana/After School]

Soft Dramatics: [Chanyeol/EXO, Rowoon/SF9... Yoona/SNSD, Tzuyu/TWICE]

^-^ that is all for now, thanks!

[meimua]

The Summer that Lasted Forever :

The Website

pairing: female!reader x NCT DREAM Chenle x NCT WISH Sion x RIIZE Eunseok

genre: camp conselor!au (angst, fluff and etc)

WC: 0.6k

AN: Ideas, criticism and more is encouraged!! I would love to hear everyones thoughts!

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As a college student you found your summers to be open. But this year you wanted a fulfilling vacation. Three months of pure nothing for the past few years left you empty and just as exhausted as before you left for break. Yes you had time to relax and de-stress, but something seemed to be missing. So this year you promised yourself to step out of your comfort zone and at least find a job to occupy your free time.

Finding a summer job hadn't seemed that daunting then. It was definitely scary now. Looking online and even through newspapers to find any places hiring.

You knew for a fact fast food was something you wouldn't do. Handling food, customers and the occasional Karen was not on your bucket list.

Retail hadn't seemed that bad, but it seemed like all the places weren't hiring. You've considered volunteering but again the places either weren't looking for more volunteers or the application process took at least four months.

Just as you're about to give up though, you see a bright multicolored banner sporting a black and white ‘Camp Kwangya’ on the bottom of your screen.

When you scroll all the way down you see a ‘now hiring’ button flashing right in the middle. You've never heard of this place but you continue to click it bringing you to another website. The website honestly looks thrown together and shady with its messy color scheme, minimalist design and blurry photos. And the age categories were also very suspicious with the huge gap of 6-17 years old.

The reviews though told another story.

"This camp will forever be my kid's happy place. The friendships he's made over the last two years are still going strong!"

"My Kid went here years ago! He just recently became a camp counselor, would recommend to anyone who will listen"

"My daughter went here for about 5 years, and she loved it. I would totally recommend this camp for other parents. Each age is divided and my kiddo loved it here. Said it was always the highlight of her summers."

"The counselors are amazing and always put me and my friends first :) "

Scrolling past the reviews and comments about the camp you come to the end of the page and see a link in bright red reading "Our awesome team of counselors that we hope you join!" After you come to another part of the website you're met with a video with the Camp director, Lee Soo-man, introducing each counselor.

First up were the female counselors Minjeong, Jimin, Aeri and Yizhuo. Each had their own charm and honestly were so beautiful.

For the past few years Minjeong (known as Winter to the kids), Jimin (Karina) and Yizhuo (NingNing) had been counselors for the 13-15 year-olds. When Aeri (Giselle) joined last year the groups age range then spanned 13-17 year olds. After explaining that there was a move towards there being at least five counselors-per age, the last few years were exceptions, each girl introduced herself.

The next set of counselors were slightly older including Juhyun (Irene), Seulgi, Seungwan (Wendy), Sooyoung (Joy), and Yerim (Yeri). These women were introduced as the 10, 11 and 12 year old counselors.

Finally Boa, Taeyeon, Hyoyeon, Yuri and Yoona were for the 6-9 year old counselors. They explained that while also being the counselors for the youngsters, they were also apart of the head commit that kept the female side of this camp running. Because these kids were the youngest, they would only stay half of a full summer session. Some kids would only do half days anyways, these were the only kids that didn’t stay 24/7 for the next 6 weeks.

After the last of their introductions the video cut to the director going on about how each counselor was hand chosen by him and the prior/ current ones. It was a very deep and long process only to choose the best option for not only the other team members, but for the kids as well.

Seeing the way director Lee was talking about it, it really did seem like a long and time consuming. The man was passionate about only finding the best option out there. Maybe this wasn't the right job for you.

Just as you're second guessing yourself and about to close out of the website all together. You see a group of the most beautiful men you have ever seen go across your computer screen.

...Okay...so maybe that deep and long application process wasn't really that bad. Was applying worth it? I mean you would be working with fine women and men.

- Do you apply?

[YES] OR [NO]