#red velvet fic

[seullovesme]

» BTM 07. - case of the missing bass

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synopsis ⥬ Irene Bae is not just the most sought after girl in your school, and she's also one of the smartest students along with her friends. You were just an average student who would barely pass classes with b's and c's, and who fell for the girl. The only time you ever had a chance to be seen was when you were performing with a mask on stage, but maybe that's not always a good thing.

(open) TAGLIST: @aeriniee @hrurchives @cinnamonhaha @ireneanon @mishbyulyi @jeindall777 @nasyu-kookies @limbforalimb @idkwhatim-doinghere101 @brocoliisscared @yerisdumbass @jisooftme @pandafuriosa60 @hwabyul4wheesun @noarawriteszr @blue4hour @kyuusberry

[imma-hallyucination]

take it

female reader x non-idol!seulgi (feat. lackey!bang chan x reader)

2558

18+. MDNI.

Additional Warning From The Author. This is very explicitly noncon. A lot of potentially triggering words, phrases and emotions are graphically depicted. If the warnings are triggering to you, please do not read this fic. I do not condone or approve of the actions depicted in this fic in any way, shape or form.

dead dove: do not eat—rape/noncon; pwp; gangbang; drugging; smut—dom!seulgi and bang chan; rough sex (face and pussy slapping, choking, scratching, hair-pulling); humiliation, objectification (toy, doll, etc.), degradation (whore, r@peslut, etc.), acting “like a child” used as an insult; vaginal fingering; oral (f. receiving); face-sitting, scissoring, missionary; semi-public sex, drugged sex, unprotected P-in-V sex; watersports (piss kink), mommy/daddy kink, voyeurism, exhibitionism, bondage (reader is tied and gagged for most of the encounter); snuff porn (reader is being filmed, it’s implied the video is posted online)

“baby, fuck your life / and I know you want it, baby / you know I want you / don’t underestimate the things that I could do„

Completed 14.02.2024 (dd/mm/yyyy)

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You blink your eyes open, fighting to gather yourself in spite of your foggy vision and the setting sun shining into your face. Your jaw hurts from having a sweat towel stuffed in your mouth for god knows how long, and you groan around it at the heavy pounding in the back of your skull.

You wriggle where you lay, attempting to sit up or roll over—anything—but your hands are tied behind your back with what you think is rope, the skin around your wrists itchy and raw. It makes you whine, arching off the ground before realizing with a slow start that your back is bare.

You crane your neck and let out a confused noise when you realize you’re naked, something nature emphasizes by blowing the wind against your bare pussy. You shiver, and your nipples perk from the cold.

Your eyes struggle to focus and your head hurts—your skin tingles all over and the grass against your bare ass makes your skin itch. How did you... Did you come here alone? You can’t remember. You can’t—

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

The hair on your arms raise as you roll your eyes almost to the back of your head, locking eyes with a pretty woman around your age. Your brain is fuzzy and you can’t put a name to her, but you know you know her and she makes your body spasm with the need to run.

“Look at you,” she tsks from where she sits crouched above you, brown hair rolling over her shoulders in waves. Your eyes catch on the studded band on her upper arm, and it leads your eyes over the loose black boob-tube covering her chest. Your eyes glide over the exposed skin of her sides and stomach all the way down to the frilly black skirt hiked over her knees, gawking at the sight of her black lace panties. “So weak,” she tuts. “So vulnerable.”

She stands up and walks next to you. You turn your head, swallowing nervously at the sight of her Doc Martins. She turns to look over her shoulder at a man in all black (has he always been there?), his dark blue jeans ripped at the knees and tucked neatly into a black pair of combat boots, fluffy black hoodie enveloping his broad frame. A black mask covers his face, and he has a handheld camera pointed right at you. “You getting this?” the lady asks him.

His voice is deep and accented when he replies, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” the woman says. And suddenly you remember her name is Seulgi. Your head pounds like a jackhammer is being held to your skull as flashes of a bar enter your mind, closely followed by more flashes of a pretty girl. Lots of shots. Getting sick in the the bathroom. Seulgi taking you to her place. Blurry, out of order flashes of having your clothes forcefully removed by a man you don’t know, and of pills being put into your mouth and forced down with water.

Dread settles in as you recall these memories—what are you doing here? What does Seulgi want to do with you? She steps forward and your head spins with panic. You feel fuzzy and light, and even though you want to move away, your limbs are heavy and tied and you’re itching all over.

“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” Seulgi taunts, crouching next to you. “Aren’t you ashamed to have gotten yourself into this situation?” She runs her fingers down your side, over your hips. You shiver, squeezing your legs and whimpering into the towel.

Seulgi chuckles darkly, her eyes sparkling as she looks you over. The man with the camera walks around you, trying to keep your face in frame as Seulgi reaches up to palm your tits, her slender fingers wrapping around the flesh and squeezing. You whine in the back of your throat, trying to push yourself away; confusingly, your back arches off the grass and into her hand.

“A rapeslut, aren’t you, darling? Arching into mommy’s hand like that.” She smiles sadistically, pinching your nipple painfully hard. “Need mommy to touch you?” Her hand travels from your chest to the inside of your thigh, teasing so close to your entrance your thighs spasm with the desire to get…away?

The tears come without warning. They pool in your eyes, blurring your vision as they fall down your cheek, dripping down to your ear. You can’t beg, so you cry and vehemently shake your head, whimpering into the cloth stuffed in your mouth like a little girl crying into a stuffed animal.

“Stop crying,” she orders coldly, and the hard smack she delivers to your cheek is shocking enough to momentarily quiet your cries. “Haven’t even started yet and you’re sobbing like a fucking child.”

Despite the clear warning in your voice, the sting in your cheek and the fear that twists at your stomach when you feel one of her fingers slide through your folds makes you cry harder, wriggling to get away from her and failing miserably—your limbs are heavy and your head still hurts. The cameraman is standing over Seulgi’s shoulder at an angle that looks down on you as she moves to stand in between your legs. “You wanna cry?” she asks mockingly, a sadistic, borderline psychopathic smile pulling her face into a horrifically beautiful warning sign. “I’ll give you something to cry about.”

You whip back and forth to the best of your abilities, sounds of distress muted by the cloth muffling your mantra: NO NO NO NO.

“Come around here,” Seulgi orders the cameraman. He walks around and sits next to her, holding the camera in a way that captures the full extent of your nakedness while still keeping Seulgi in frame. She forces your legs apart with her knees, and the cameraman takes a second to move the camera closer to capture how you involuntarily clench at the way the wind blows against you.

You’re still crying, and scream into the cloth when Seulgi drags her finger through your folds, the squelching sound making shame and disgust curl around your throat. She does it once more, this time hard-pressing the pad of her thumb against your clit—it makes your back arch. She laughs. As much as you hate it, you crane your head to see what she’s doing, your head pounding so hard you feel dizzy, your vision blurred by tears that never dry up.

She’s spreading your pussy open for the cameraman, who’s got the camera close to her hand, and you involuntarily throw your head back when she inserts a finger. You try to close your legs, but she shoves them open again with a hard smack to the inside of your thigh. You sob into the cloth even as you shiver when she adds another finger and curls it inside of you, the squelch it emits making you sick to your stomach.

“Fucking pathetic,” Seulgi scoffs, eyes honed in on where her fingers disappear inside you. “Fucking whore. You enjoy getting fucked in the open like this? Enjoy getting raped? Recorded? Fucking rapeslut,” she growls, pressing down hard against your clit. You squirm against the floor and pant hard, flinching hard when her hand comes down hard and fast against your pussy, tears streaming down your cheeks in a never-ending river of frustration at not being able to do anything to save yourself.

“Look at her, Chan,” Seugli sighs, spreading your pussylips for the cameraman—Chan—to zoom in with the camera. “God, people are going to go crazy over this…”

You shake violently, clenching and unclenching without meaning to. Your eyes are pounding, if that’s even possible, the drugs they gave you making you lightheaded even though you’re laying down.

When Seulgi leans away from you, you allow yourself a relieved sob, thinking that maybe, maybe, this was all they wanted—they’d blackmail you into silence, but they’d spare you anything else.

Of course, god isn’t kind enough to grant you that mercy.

Seulgi hoists her skirt up over her hips, spreading her legs so Chan can record the dark spot on her panties as she rubs herself over the material, biting her lip in a way that makes your thighs glisten with arousal. You cry into the cloth, shame stabbing you in the stomach: your body betrays you even now.

Seulgi pulls her panties down, circling her clit a couple of times before scooting closer to you, and you only realize what she’s about to do once she’s straddling you.

You shake your head, whimpering and sobbing and shaking and begging, begging her to please stop, please let me go, even though you doubt she can understand you with your mouth full.

She slaps you again. “Shut up, whore. Take it like a good girl. Don’t disappoint your mommy.”

You cry still, even though it gets drowned out by the unholy, treacherous moan that leaves your lips the second she starts rubbing against you, rolling her hips in a way that makes your eyes roll back.

Your entire body is tense, and you can’t stop crying, but you feel a distantly familiar coil in your stomach as your clits rub together. Seulgi’s hands are painfully tight around your breasts, and then scratch down your breastbone to just above your bellybutton hard enough to make the skin angry and red and burning. Burning as you cum, burning as your cum mingles with hers, as she slowly grinds against you, riding it out.

Your eyes flutter open; tired, red and irritated, only to land on Chan—camera focused on your and Seulgi’s intertwined bodies, one hand palming his crotch.

“Sit on her face,” he breathes, like it takes actual effort to speak.

Seulgi glares at him. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I’m sorry, madam,” Chan apologizes immediately, though he doesn’t stop playing with himself. “But I think it’d be good. For the video.”

Seulgi rolls her eyes at him even as she stands up, pulling her skirt off and standing over you. “Fucking perv.”

She leans down, and removes the cloth from your lips.

“Please,” you beg hoarsely, crying with your whole chest. Your wrists are raw, and your head hurts—you can barely focus on anything else. Your muscles are so tense they’re starting to cramp. “Please, I just want this to end, please, I—“

Seulgi squeezes your cheeks until your lips turn into a pout, uncaring of the tears staining her palms. “Shut up,” she hisses. “No one likes a talking doll. They’re annoying. You’re a fucking toy. Toys don’t speak.”

You sob again, trying and failing to shake your head. “It won’t end until you make mommy cum again. I don’t care if you get tired, hell, you can suffocate for all I care,” she squeezes your cheeks so hard the skin around her knuckles turns white, “you will make me cum.”

And just like that, she’s letting go of your cheeks to lower herself over your mouth. You try and turn away, but she’s on you, and you can taste her on your tongue.

She grinds down on you, rubbing her cum all over your face. You try and keep your mouth closed, but she grabs your hair and roughly pulls at it, hard enough that you yelp in pain.

“You better start,” she warns, grinding more vigorously against you.

Afraid of what might happen if you don’t comply, you gingerly press your tongue against her, hating yourself when your stomach clenches at the lewd moan that leaves her lips in response.

As you drag and suck and kiss over her pussy, you’re painfully aware of Chan’s camera situated by your shoulder, and you can’t stop yourself from crying at the realization that your face is going to be all over the internet.

You push your tongue in and out of her awkwardly, your jaw hurting as she continues grinding hard against your face, tugging harshly at your hair either because it’s not enough or for her own amusement—you can’t tell—but the cry you let out in response is what tips her over the edge.

She cums, and it’s everywhere. Your cheeks, your nose, dribbling down your chin onto your neck, in your mouth.

You pant as she stands up on shaky legs, your chest heaving, tears mingling with Seulgi’s essence, and then, before you can realize what’s happening, she’s pissing. All over your face, squatting above you as golden liquid mingles with all the other fluids already sticking to your skin. Seulgi groans as she releases, her stomach muscles contracting and relaxing, holding still above you even as her thighs shake; waits until the stream tapers off to stand to her full height.

You gag as the acidic taste mingles with the saltiness of your tears and the sweetness of her cum, as the stench seeps into your skin.

You don’t even have the energy to cry anymore—your throat is scratchy, and the pounding behind your eyes is enough to make your vision blur and dot around the edges. You’re nothing more than a toy—something to be marked; pissed on, fucked, used—a sexdoll meant to take it like a good girl.

“Let me have her, mistress?” Chan asks, and you notice now that he has his dick in his hand—big and veiny and leaking with precum. “Please?” he adds for good measure.

Seulgi, you notice, is sweating, and she gives a dismissive wave over her shoulder, holding a hand out for the camera. Chan gives it to her immediately, not even bothering to push his pants further down than his knees before he’s laying on top of you.

“Please,” you beg, and then choke and cough when he shoves two long fingers down your throat, pressing against the back of your tongue so you gag around them.

“Always liked you better quiet,” he groans against your jaw, rolling his hips against yours.

The tip of his dick snags on your entrance, and it makes your entire body jolt.

“Dirty girl, getting fucked in the open like this,” he says, rubbing against you—maybe that’s all he wants to do, you hope. “So fucking naughty. Fucking slut,” he growls, making you gag around his fingers again before leaning back to align himself to your entrance.

You scream when he shoves himself all the way in, biting down on his fingers. He yells angrily and pulls his fingers out of your mouth to slap you across the face. Your vision swims and you groan, your back scratching against twigs and stones when he pounds into you.

“Fucking bitch,” he growls, wrapping his hand around your throat, applying enough pressure to make your head spin. “Biting daddy’s fingers like that, like an ungrateful whore. Gonna show you.”

You hear squelching beside you and realize dumbly that Seulgi is rubbing herself in time with Chan’s thrusts, your body bouncing with each painful thrust he delivers.

As he nears his release, his grip on your neck gets tighter, and when he cums inside of you, you let the dark embrace of unconsciousness spare you any of what happens next, a single tear dripping down your cheek and into the dewy grass next to your shoulder.

[sassyjoy]

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╰┈➤ joy x male reader 🍓

♡ back to you

♡ behind the scenes

♡ joyride

♡ missed you

♡ once again

♡ paradise

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♡ private party — joy x chanyeol

[slowlydifferentbluebird]

Reader being best friends with Seulgi who introduces Irene to them. Reader ends up falling hard for Irene who seems to reciprocate the feelings. They go on a few dates and it seems to go very well. Just when reader is about to ask Irene to become official, Irene confesses and apologizes that she made a mistake, she actually likes Seulgi.

Don’t kill me please😭

Well, my first piece of writing of this new era can only start with two of my beloved wives. Actually, even if it's an evil request, I'm not mad about it. I'm pretty happy about it, because I really liked the plot, probably this is my first real angst story.

"Will I ever see you again?"

Red Velvet Irene X N Gender Reader (ft. Seulgi)

Genre: Angst

"Yah! Kang Seulgi, you're always late!", you shout at the girl running in your direction with a goofy walk.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, the dance practice lasted more than I thought", she apologizes, panting, before taking you between her arms for a big hug.

Seulgi has always been the softest person in your life. You became best friends in her rookie days and from that moment she never let you down. In fact you were not really mad at her, you were just having fun and teasing her. You learned pretty fast that time in an idol life was relative and you were just happy about her finding always time for you, despite being busy.

"Don't worry, bestie. I know you're hella busy with the preparation for last comeback. Honestly I am kinda surprised because you are less late than usual", you reassure her, giggling a bit about the silly smile that appears on her face.

"Oh, that's because my friend Irene took me here by car. Now she's parking because I invited her to join us...I hope it's not a problem for you?", she explains, a natural aegyo coming as it usually happens when she asks for a favor.

Honestly that was not a problem at all, you were so enthusiastic about having her friend there with you for your cozy hangout. You have always been a big fan of them as group, but even if you meet her members in different occasions like birthdays, you never were able to really become their friends too.

Irene, in particular, always catched your attention: she was not just super pretty, she had this elegant aura about her that made you curious. She was always kinda fierce so you were scared of approaching her and even that day you felt a bit nervous, but the presence of Seulgi gave you the courage of finally talking to her.

~~~

The hangout was a success. Not only you discovered that Irene was maybe more soft than Seulgi, but you two immediately clicked and talked a lot without the help of Seulgi. You couldn't believe at that last part of that night. You were about to drop off from her car when...

"Hey, can you give me your number? I think we should go out some other times", the older girl said, putting an hand on your arm softly.

And if that was not enough, you two even started to chat at every hour of the day. Probably you were talking more with her than with your bestfriend, at that point organizing your first date was only natural.

You opted to meet her in a cute cafè to replicate the chill vibe of your first meeting. It never happened to you to feel so connected to someone you met few days before. Irene seemed like the perfect partner for you: she was soft but passionate, elegant yet funny, a beauty but also a dork.

That was just the first of a serie of dates that went on for months, until a Friday night she was at your house, you two were just chilling and cuddling on the couch, a silly romantic movie was playing in the background. Honestly you were not looking at all the screen, you couldn't stop looking at her lips.

And it had to be so evident and clear that it made Irene chuckle. She called you "silly"...before staring at your lips too. The atmosphere was perfect and the time seemed to stop, exactly like you when her lips touched yours. It last a second but in your mind it was an hour long. From that moment of the night, your memories are blurres, just pure ecstasy on your mind.

~~~

You two agreed on you meeting the night after through texts. You were so busy and nervous about finally asking her to become official, that you didn't even notice her different tone. Probably in that moment you just thought that she was in hurry or something like that.

You arrived at her dorm pretty early, too much impatient to see her again and asking her that question that was more important than your entire life. Basically she was about to make your dream come true.

"Hi! Irene is waiting for you in her room...", Joy said, opening the door. She seemed troubled, almost if she wanted to add something but in the end decided to not do it.

You didn't really give that detail too much importance, your mind was focused on that single question, all the rest could wait in that moment. "Hey baby", you greeted Irene, entering in the room.

She smiled at you, hearing your words, but it was not her usual shy and cute smile, it was almost...sour? Sad? You couldn't tell, but you were starting to read the room

"I have to tell you something", you started, already eager to make her hear the discourse your prepared and repeated during the entire day.

"Wait...I have to tell you something too...and it's more important, I think", she said, biting her lips, her eyes looking at every corner of the room, except the one where you were standing.

"I think you already know what you want to tell me: it's about all our dates and...well, our kiss of last night, right? It was such a beautiful moment, wasn't It?", she kept talking, making you smile at the thought of that memory.

"I thought about it and...please don't hate me, but I think we should stop seeing each other", she said in a cold breath, her eyes looking into yours.

But your eyes were empty, maybe full of tears, but empty like the universe. Your head seemed about to fall off, your heart about to melt and your stomach about to explode.

"Please, understand me. I think you are a great person and deserve all the love of this world. You really made me feel special...but my heart has space only for a person. Again, don't hate me, but I love Seulgi", she concluded, biting her tongue this time, she could clearly tell how hurt you were at her words.

Probably she told you something else later, but your body and mind stopped working listening to that cruel sentence. "I love Seulgi", those words were on repeat on your mind, making you shake and tremble so bad that Irene got worried.

She made a step in your direction to try to comfort you but you immediately backed up, hugging yourself, trying to not get in shambles in her presence. The last thing you saw before getting out of the hell was Irene's guilty look...

...just to meet another one: Seulgi's guilty look. She was waiting out of the room, waiting for the outcome of that talk, but she already knew that things were about to go bad. Bad like your mental health in that moment. Looking at her face gave you nausea.

You quickly walked towards the door entrance, tunnel vision towards that damn door. You felt someone caressing your arm briefly, probably Joy, but again, your memories are shared by the pain. On the door you looked back one last time, ready to say goodbye to that haunted place and the view was the final punch in your stomach that send you KO.

Irene and Seulgi were standing next to each other, both surprised by the fact that you looked at them one final time, holding hands. Enough. That was enough. You just ran, bawling your eyes out, you ran towards home...no, that house had too memories in it. You just ran.

~~~

Well, I guess that's it. I hope I didn't break too much hearts. Thank you for reading and I hope you like it❤️

Zazá

[retrievablememories]

lady cab driver | seulgi (m)

pairing: chauffeur!seulgi x celebrity!fem!reader genre: smut, pwp word count: 2.1k warnings: car sex, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, slight power play? (employee-boss dynamic) a/n: don’t let me listen to prince songs past 12 a.m. or this is what happens. also, hurray for the first (completed) gay fic on this blog despite my years of posting...how embarrazzing. this was fun to write

sequel to this fic is here!

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you don’t know how you’ve currently found yourself crawling between the legs of your attractive new chauffeur in the backseat of a limousine, both your clothes disheveled and hair already out of place.

or maybe you do know. all of her flirting and subtle moves over the past few months have paid off, surely, for the both of you. the way she smirks at you now as you peel up the hem of the pencil skirt that fits her so perfectly, exposing her underwear, says it all.

her chauffeur's hat has long slipped off, landing somewhere on the floor for the both of you to forget until your tryst is over. the first few buttons of her blouse are loose and bare the cleavage underneath. her blazer still hangs off one arm, forgotten in the middle of your earlier make-out. you had thought of the whole chauffeur getup as a bit silly and on-the-nose when you first hired seulgi. your past drivers hadn’t bothered with the formality of a uniform, instead wearing whatever business casual clothes they desired. but, seulgi seemed to know what effect this uniform had on women—including you—if the glowing praises from the other stars she’d driven around said anything, and so it stayed.

 it all began about a half-hour earlier, with a fairly simple statement.

“if you’re often lonely, i’m more than happy to provide you with any company you desire,” seulgi says. you stare at the back of the headrest as if that will make her see you, and when it doesn’t, you look right into the rearview mirror, but she keeps her eyes on the road. convenient for your safety, but annoying in every other way.

“do you think i’m lonely?” you ask, unsure whether you should feel offended. you’d made an off-hand comment about your frustration of not knowing who to take as a plus-one to an upcoming event, but you didn’t think it would inspire this reply. plus, you’re pretty sure this statement couldn’t be considered professional—though you could guess many of your past interactions with seulgi weren’t exactly professional either, with the barely-veiled flirting.

“you seem lonely, if you’ll forgive me for mentioning. i’ve noticed there are always other people accompanying you on your rides, but you don’t seem very moved or engaged by them.”

you sit back further against the cushy seat, like it could envelop you and shield you from view if you simply tried hard enough. “i don’t know.” you shrug. “i don’t care. i just don’t like being bothered much. i interact with people daily because i have to. nothing else to it.” seulgi hums and nods to your answer, apparently not going to push her assertion—which is fine with you. you are relieved to have quickly shut down that line of conversation because you aren’t in the mood to be psychoanalyzed today, but something inside of you is still curious. “but what kind of company are you offering, anyway, that would be different from theirs?”

“any kind you’d like. the way we’re talking right now and have been doing for months now, if that’s all you need. or anything else.” her eyes flick to the rearview mirror to look at you when she says or anything else. it’s a quick glance, but you see the rise of her cheeks as she smiles subtly, and you suddenly feel exposed.

you let a stretch of silence settle in the air between you after she says that, wondering if you want to go there—if you want to change things in this way between the two of you. a moment of cold apprehension creeps into your chest when you wonder if maybe you’re misinterpreting her meaning, but there have just been too many signs to say otherwise. the gentle way she holds your hand when she helps you out of the car, how her palm settles on your lower back to steady you when you’re balancing in those wretched high heels, the knowing glance she gives when she catches you watching her adjust her hat or the collar of her blouse in the limo’s mirrors.

“anything…else?”

“you’re the boss here, aren’t you? i merely do what you ask of me,” seulgi replies, her voice low, the words delivered emphatically.

that simple statement makes you throb, your crossed legs tensing. the promise of seulgi letting you take control of the situation… surely, over these past few months, she’s picked up on your need for having control of everything all the time. which is often framed as a major character flaw by most, but you don’t really care as long as you’re getting what you want.

you’ll be arriving back home soon, and you feel like you’ll miss your chance if you don’t respond now. If you don’t—she’ll just let you out of the car, letting her hand linger the slightest moment in yours, and you’ll go inside your big empty house, slumping onto your bed and fishing your vibrator out of your drawer once again. perhaps there will be other chances later, but this one feels like it needs to be grasped immediately.

finally, you unglue yourself from the seat, shuffling forward so you can look through the window where the partition would otherwise be raised. you lean your arms against the seat backrest and try to sound casual.

“stop the limousine, please.”

seulgi is silent for a beat, then says, “anywhere?” like she’s trying to hold back a smile you can practically hear in her voice.

“anywhere.” then you consider this. the car has blackout windows, so it shouldn’t matter, but… “okay, maybe look for a back street or something?”

back street secured, engine cut off, legs spread. you look up at seulgi with her body sprawled across the seat where you were just sitting, legs askew and face painted with anticipation. you laugh quietly at the blended stain of your brown lipstick and her own red shade on her lips; your mouth must look similar. her eyebrows furrow intensely as she watches you press more kisses up her inner thighs, leaving stark traces of lipstick on her flushed skin.

“i’ll admit, this wasn’t quite how i imagined it happening,” she says, voice already a little breathless and catching on certain words.

“how did you imagine it, then?” you ask, pressing yourself closer between where her thighs meet and pushing a thumb against the dampened seat of her underwear. you rub your thumb slowly over her clit, eliciting a low exhale from her.

“that i’d be doing all the work of pleasing you. which i still wouldn’t mind, you know.”

“what a cute way to say you’re eager to taste me, but you can have that later,” you reply, circling the pad of your thumb steadily. “right now this is how i want to solve my loneliness, since you’re so concerned about it.”

“i only want to…” her voice trails into a low moan, her body slouching when you push her underwear to the side to make room for your fingers and mouth. you delicately spread her open with one hand while pressing your mouth against the throbbing bud in a kiss. “...make you happy.”

you feel one of seulgi’s hands slide across your back, which is freely exposed to her touch from the barely-there halter top you’re wearing. the sensation sends a shiver up your spine as you push your tongue against her entrance, only teasing and not entering.

you want to ask her why, but you’re unwilling to separate your mouth from the warm and inviting space between her legs to do so. that may also be too much emotion for what’s supposed to be a quick and dirty fuck in the back of a limo, so you let the question rest and focus on finally slipping a finger into her, ears perking up at the gasp that follows. smirking at the sound of it, you allow your tongue to circle around her clit a few times before you pull your finger back out, and seulgi’s hand stills on your back.

“why’d you stop?” she asks, and it sounds like her voice is edging into petulance but she’s trying very hard to keep it from reaching that destination. you shift away, and your hands go to her hips so you can hurriedly pull her underwear down, leaving it in the growing array of strewn clothes on the floor.

“better access,” you mumble, pulling her closer by the hips and putting her legs firmly over your shoulders. her moans bounce off the interior of the limo when you bury your face back in between her thighs, pressing your tongue flat against her clit and using your finger to search for the spot that will make her scream.

you know you’ve found it when her thighs tense and twitch around your head, her voice pitching up in a new way you haven’t heard yet. you crook your finger into that area a few more times to recreate that sound, smiling to yourself at how easy it is to get a reaction. then you slide in another finger to intensify the effect, still suckling her clit all the while like it’s a sweet little candy made just for you.

“oh–y/n–” she lets out another quavering, desperate moan before biting the sleeve of her shirt, seemingly remembering you’re still technically in public and not wanting to make too much noise.

with your free hand you tug the sleeve away, stopping your actions on her increasingly sensitive core to speak. “no one’s around to hear,” you murmur, “and if they do, it doesn’t matter.”

she makes a sound that’s something like a scoff or a whine but doesn’t attempt to cover her mouth again. rather than being preoccupied with quieting herself, other things are busy calling for her attention, like the mounting tension throughout her body. the restlessness of her legs increases as she nears the precipice, and you must go back to trying to hold at least one of her legs still while your other hand asks her for more with the hurried strokes of your fingers stimulating her g-spot.

her head lolls back onto the seat and her body tightens even more, and you feel an abrupt shiver of pain from her nails raking your back—not enough to be injurious, but enough to make their sharpness known. you watch every one of her reactions, both miniscule and overt, as that glorious electricity running through her expands until it can no longer be contained, and you feel a sudden sense of pride that you’re the one responsible for it all.

she comes with a moan that, if someone were to ask you later, sounds like the personification of “overjoyed.” it’s pure pleasure concentrated in the form of her voice, and it provokes the heat between your own legs, but you ignore that to guide her through her orgasm. you continue kissing her lower lips sweetly and fingering that spot as she comes in your mouth, her hands grasping onto you for dear life and her thighs posing the continuous threat of closing entirely around your head.

it ends when seulgi cries out that she can’t take anymore and you finally pull away from her, easing up your tight hold on her leg and sliding your fingers out of her. you’re satisfied, especially when you study her wetness sticking to your fingers and subsequently suck it off, but you’re already beginning to miss the experience.

seulgi presses her hand against the window to steady herself, her chest heaving as she tries to stabilize her breaths. you sit back on your heels, your hands trailing away from her thighs, and push back some misplaced strands of your hair. you know your silk press must already be sweated out by now. “did you enjoy the ride?” you ask. you scoff at your own silly joke, rolling your eyes when you realize how corny it sounds as soon as it’s said.

seulgi sits up and places her hands on your shoulders for balance, pressing her lips on yours in the next second. you readily accept her kiss, your tongue slipping against hers as she tastes herself on you. your embrace deepens as her hand settles on your neck, the other hand finding itself at the back of your halter top and finally pulling the strings holding it together apart.

when she separates from you, her hand still on your nape and her lips a pale pink from the mere memory of her red lipstick, she says, “i’d tell you yes, but it’s not over yet.”

[writeformesinpie]

Zimzalabim

Seulgi x Fem!Reader 

Summary - On your date at the amusement park Seulgi asks you to join her on the rollercoaster. It’s not the ride you were expecting, and it’s definitely not a ride you’ll soon forget. 

Genre - Smut

Warnings - Sexual content, fingering, public sex, nervous reader is scared, Seulgi is a little bit of a dom, established relationship, cute relationship,

Word Count - 1.4k

    Standing in line, the rollercoaster looming above, you start to wonder if this is a good idea. Wedged in between too many strangers in an ever growing line, the screams of the ride’s current victims echo throughout the tower. The stench of sweat from the other guests dabs the tip of your scrunched up nose. This is a bad idea. How high does this tower even go?

    Rounding the last corner you see an opening, just one more stretch and you’ll be one of the people screaming. The sound of rickety wheels slamming against metal and wood as the old ride putts and squeals will be under you instead of above.

    “Don’t look so nervous,” Seulgi says with a smile, entwining her fingers with yours. “It’s going to be fun.”

    “How often do they test these things?”

    “All the time! It’ll be fine,” she says, pressing a chaste kiss against your temple. “And anyway, I’ll be there beside you. Nothing bad will happen to you while I’m around.”

    Nodding, you take another step towards the death trap. The people in front of you start to shuffle through the gates. After they walk through it’ll be your turn.

    “Why are you so nervous? Look at how happy everyone is when they get off the ride,” she says, motioning towards the exit. There is a small group of teenagers all giggling as they run down the ramp away from the ride. You wish that was you.

    Seulgi wraps her arms around your chest from behind, swaying you back and forth as the ride takes off again. After a moment a second cart pulls up and the people ahead of you all jump in. You’re next.

    “I can’t wait to see your face as we come down that drop,” she whispers against your ear, pointing up towards the last mountainous dip of the entire ride, a horrific plunge of great heights. “They leave the best for last.”

    Is she trying to make you freak out? Because if so, it’s working.

    She nudges you forward as the gate springs open. This is it. The moment of truth. You could just clamour over the seats and get the fuck out of here but the way her eyes light up as she flips her silky black hair into a ponytail keeps you in the seat. She leans over and buckles you up right before one of the employees rushes by to check all the locks are secure. Not that that would help anyone if the ride decided to fly off the rails.

    Seulgi links her hand with yours and you take in a big breath. It’s fine. Like she said, this is what they do. Anyway, you’re in the back so you don’t have to see as much. It will be better back here.

    The ride jerks forward and you tighten your hold on Seulgi’s hand, squeezing your eyes together as if smothered in glue. The wind is strong, the heat of the air smacking against your face as the ride makes its first incline. This is fine.

    “The back is the best, right?” You nod, eyes still closed. “You can really feel everything from back here.”

    Your eyes snap open. “What?”

    “The back is the most fun. If you can’t be front and centre to see it all, the back is the next best option.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “The back gives you the best opportunity for that weightless feeling. It also lets you feel every bump and grind along the way,” she says, her eyes wandering over your face with curiosity… or is it pity? The gut-wrenching pit of despair bubbling from within is making it hard to think.

    “I need to get off.”

    “You can’t.”

    “I need to get off!”

    “We already started. We can’t go back now.”

    “I need to leave this hell ride! Out. I leave. Let me out! Now! Help me.”

    You start to chant the words, growing in volume as the roller coaster continues to pull up to the peak of the hill ahead of you. Sweat beads across your forehead as you strain against the bars holding you in. Your breaths are shallow and there is not enough air out here. Where’s the emergency exit?

    “It’s okay, baby,” Seulgi purrs next to you, her hand slipping under your skirt. She rubs against your inner thigh. “Just close your eyes and pay attention to the sensations of the ride.”

    You inhale sharply as her fingertips graze against the soft material of your panties. The beat of your heart picks up as the ride levels with the tip of the first drop but your focus isn’t on that anymore; it’s on Seulgi. Your mouth opens as her fingers draw circles against your pussy. She places a finger to her lips with a sly smile before looking ahead, her hand still under your skirt.

    Just as you’re about to push her away, the ride slants towards the other side, threatening to spill over and all you can do is grip the bar as you hold your breath. Seulgi’s thigh rubs against yours in the descent. Her fingers trace delicate yet strong circles against your clit. The moan you release is lost in the screams reverberating around you.

    The next incline is faster, the momentum of the cart leaving less time to fret about the next dip. As you reach the top, her hand slithers under your panties, her fingers grazing your clit before she slips one finger inside. Her body is positioned slightly away from you, the angle allowing her to rub her thumb against your clit.

    Heat spreads across your face and neck, that familiar bubbling feeling of bliss threatening to burst up and out. The sensation of the rollercoaster's dips and lifts combined with the agonisingly slow, plunging motion of skilled fingers makes you throw your head back in pleasure, forgetting (or perhaps not caring) about any onlookers.

    “Seulgi, I’m. I can’t. I.”

    “Shh, baby. I know,” she says, her faint words almost lost over the jolting sounds of the ride. “Enjoy the ride. It’s almost done.”

    Panting, your hips grinding against Seulgi’s hand. Your hands grip the bar even tighter, your nails digging into the plush material wedged between the two cold metal bars. It’s the only thing between you and the ground this ride is so intent on spiralling towards. Her movements quicken, her slender fingers curling to hit your g-spot, the movement of the erratic ride only adding to the pleasure. A whimper escapes your lips as fire trails across your flesh. Your head swings back and forth against the headrest.

    “God, you’re beautiful. I can’t wait to get you home. Look at what you’ve become just from this.” You don’t bother to open your eyes, her image ingrained in your memory, as her fingers and words take you to the edge. “You better come quick, baby, or someone will see you like this. Or is that what you want?”

    The last fall of the cart has the passengers in a frenzy, their screams mingling with your guttural moans as you come against her perfect hands. The suggestion of being seen as the wind cradles you makes you feel like you can fly, keeping you high even as the ride levels out.

    Seulgi pulls her hand out from under your skirt right as you pull up to a stop in front of the other guests. When the ride comes to a complete stop, she removes the bar and helps you up. Your legs wobble as you lunge up onto the platform.

    “You’re fine. No one saw you,” she whispers against your neck, one arm around your waist. “No one knows. Don’t be nervous. You just look like you had fun on the rollercoaster.”

    Unsure, you look over your shoulder tentatively at the other passengers as they descend the ramp. No one seems to be looking at you.

    “If you’re so worried, should we head home?” You look up at her in time to see her biting her lips with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She turns to you, licking her slick fingers with a grin. “I don’t know about you but that made me hungry.”

[mingsolo]

berry ballerina

yeri x reader / fluff, bf2 lovers, platonic love / wc: 300+

written for the #tipsydrabbles ✦

One, two, three pirouettes.

“Excellent done!” Madame exclaimed passionately. The other girls had stopped their stretching and practice to observe quietly.

Yeri watched you attentively, lost in the movements, in the sentiment of the story that your limbs were telling. A story of love, heartbreak. You twirled and spun your frame, seemingly weightless, and Yeri felt as if she needed air, unable to even pay attention to her breathing. The silhouettes of the others became blurry, Madame’s voice turned muffled.

The sudden sound of clapping broke Yeri’s trance so she started clapping automatically, shaking her head and getting back to the present. In a blink you appeared in front of her.

“What do you think?!” your voice shaking, trying to catch your breath, but widely smiling to your best friend.

Yeri remained in silence. She now focused on the pink of your cheeks, the phanting of your chest, the glow in your eyes.

And your lips.

Berry red, puffy and glossy lips, mouth slightly open getting some air into your lungs. Yeri watched them attentively, feeling dizzy and drunk by imagining what it would feel to be able to kiss them.

“Yerim?”. You touch her shoulders, looking her in the eyes.

“Beautiful, just perfect!” Yeri smiles widely with both mouth and eyes. She takes your hand from her shoulder and squeezes both with encouragement. You sight in relief, nodding and relaxing thanks to the reassurance.

You have heard Madame’s praise, even the silence of everyone as you showed your routine was loud with approval. But not even the clapping at the end could convince you it was perfect, not until Yeri’s sweet smile told you it was.

As you two sit beside each other fixing the point and laces of your ballet shoes, you glance at her, and see her still slightly smiling. What would Yeri do if you confessed she was the only one in the room for you as you danced? That your performance was for her eyes only.

That seeing her cherry lips turn into a wide smile as you approach her is what makes everything worth it?

[nuoyipeach]

Play Pretend

Lee Taeyong X Kang Seulgi

warning: single parents

tags: @gerardeveryway @gomseulgiii @innssanityyy @seulyongggi (+anon requested)

"Baby have you got your report card yet?" Taeyong asked while buttoning his shirt and walking out of his bedroom. His eyes scanned the living room until it fell on the figure of the ten year old laying on the couch lazily, groaning as a response. "Hurry up, let me sign it before you go today." he ordered heading into the kitchen.

The young girl sighed before getting up and fixing back her school uniform, taking out a file from her backpack and handing it to her father at the dining table, where he drank his coffee. Taeyong took it and looked through the card.

"B- in Geography?" he looked at his daughter, raising an eyebrow.

"The teacher is mean OK!" she exclaimed. "I swear daddy she absolutely hates kids and decided to teach just to punish us."

Taeyong chuckled watching the girl pout and slouch into the chair opposite to him, shaking his head before taking out a pen from his pocket and signing the card, handing it back to her.

"Well, you still got As and Bs mostly, so I guess that counts for a little present, don't you think?" he watched as she sat up straight with gleaming eyes, nodding enthusiastically causing her father to laugh.

A smile on his daughter's face was his immediate ecstasy, the cure for all the sadness he felt since her existence.

"After school today, I'll pick you and we'll go to the mall, you can pick out one thing, budget is 40,000 won."

The girl got up and ran to her father's side, hugging his neck tight. "I LOVE YOU DADDY YOU'RE THE BEST!"

"Wow, all for one present huh." he fake sulked, making the girl sigh in exasperation, and he just laughed at her, giving a soft kiss to her cheek. "Go get your bag now, you'll be late."

>>>

"Seojin please calm down." Seulgi's voice shook as she didn't know what to do anymore, her one year old fussing in her arms as she sat in the clinic. She was so tired, but couldn't rest a second at the thought of her baby sick to the point of crying.

"Kang Seojin." she looked up as the nurse finally called them in after what felt like forever, and quickly headed in to the doctor's office with her daughter in one hand and the baby bag in her other. She was quick to fall into the patient's seat opposite the doctor, who was focused on his screen before turning to them.

"Hello, I'm Dr Lee." he greeted, and Seulgi responded. "So this is Kang Seojin, one year old, baby girl, right?" she nodded, and noticed the doctor eyes her fussing baby who had calmed for a second when seeing the new face. The doctor typed away in his computer, before motioning her to sit on the bed and lay Seojin on it.

"So what seems to be the problem Ms?" he asked taking is stethoscope off his neck.

Seulgi looked at her baby still fussing uncomfortably, pulling on her shirt as a sign to carry her again. "She's been like this since yesterday, it's never happened before so I'm incredibly worried. I don't know what to do, it doesn't seem like she's got a temperature, and everything else seems normal. I'm so scared and tired..."

The man took note of the baby's breathing, who had calmed again slightly feeling the cold metal pressed to her chest. Seulgi watched as the doctor smiled at her, making playful expressions while moving the stethoscope around. She wondered if he had listened to her at all with how attentive he was being to Seojin's behaviour, but she knew paediatrics were very smart.

"OK, her breathing seems normal." he put the tool away, then looked at Seulgi, pointing to the baby's little dress. "May I?"

Seulgi stared confused, until she realised what he was asking permission for and felt touched, nodding immediately. He lifted the dress and with light fingers pressed around her tummy, making sounds at the same time to entertain the infant. She watched the way he interacted with her daughter, and almost felt sad if not for the fact she was in public.

"OK, seems like she's a bit bloated." he put her dress down and sat the infant up, holding her hands and playing with them a little as he continued speaking. "I suspect she's having trouble with gas. Has there been any irregularity in her meals? Or maybe something new you've been feeding her recently?"

Seulgi stared at her daughter and thought for a while. She hasn't fed her anything new in the time she's been sick this way, so the only option could be the first.

With a guilty face, she looked at him and answered. "It might have been the meal times. I work as a teacher, and uhm, she only has me, and I only have her..." she bit her bottom lip trying to stop herself from sounding pitiful. "I take her with me to the school and keep her in the day care part time which is free for me as a staff, but I've had to take an extra afternoon class recently, so she stays there a little longer than usual, so me feeding her gets delayed until I get home..."

The man stared a little perplexed. "Doesn't the daycare feed her?"

"They do, I still have to pay just that because she's so young so she requires special meal preparations, but I can only afford to do one for her in the time she's there. She does have some baby snacks in case, but it's not really enough to count as a meal you know..."

Seulgi felt ashamed as her flaws as a mother laid out to the doctor, and she could only pray he didn't judge her or spread the news of a mother being this incompetent. She watched as he stared at Seojin deep in thought, before picking her up and placing the infant on her lap, motioning her to come back to the table.

Once they sat, he typed away in his computer before speaking again. "I see no father listed in her records?" her eyes widened, even more embarrassment washing over her as she nodded.

"She has one, biologically, but... he didn't want anything to do with a baby. It's been just been me since then."

"Well, I can give you a prescription to help with her current bloating, however if her missing a meal continues it won't help in the long run."

He saw how she clearly hated that hypothesis. "What can I do? I took up an extra class for more salary just enough for us two. I can't afford them to feed her twice either." she felt her voice nearly crack, quickly looking away and taking deep breaths to stop herself breaking down.

The doctor rested his chin on his hand, elbow on the table, as he thought about a solution. "How about babysitting?"

"I can't offer enough for people to accept..."

He was deep in thought again, before suddenly raising his brows as if making a discovery. "How about someone young? They won't ask for much." Seulgi stared at him confused, which he clearly noticed before continuing. "You see, I am a single parent myself actually. I have a ten year old daughter, and she goes to the local private academy. The issue is, their classes start eight and end at two, not nine to five like the public schools, and due to office hours I also get off at five. She ends up going home alone, and honestly I trust her but it worries me."

Seulgi empathised deeply with him. She knew despite him having a higher paid job than her and being able to afford niceties more, being a single parent was never easy no matter what.

He continued as she nodded, assuring she was listening. "You work at the local public school right?" he asked, to which she nodded. "Great, hers is just a few minutes walk from there. If you don't mind, I was thinking maybe she could watch Seojin after her classes. That way you won't have to pay double for the daycare meals, and considering she's only ten you won't have to offer too much for babysitting fees either. As her father, I can assure you that it's fine."

Seulgi took his idea seriously, her mind crossing out thr pros and cons of it all. "How will she watch her? I mean like, where?"

"Well, I usually use my lunch break to pick her up and drop her."

Seulgi still wasn't convinced. "But, you don't know my house, and I'm not sure I can let Seojin go to another one like that just yet."

He realised her concern, and nodded before responding. "Where do you live?"

"Well, it's a ten minute walk from the school..."

"Oh that's not far at all, I can just drop them there from now on, and pick her up after work."

"Are you sure?" hesitation filled her voice as she realised how burdensome it sounds on his part. "It sounds like a lot of trouble on your part..."

"It's not don't worry, your place sounds closer to here than mine, so it'll be quick too. I'm only offering because I'd like for her to pick up some responsibility instead of being alone for so long, and it's only for three to four hours."

After much more hesitation, mental debate, and some final thoughts, Seulgi decided it was the only option that doesn't compromise her daughter's health further, so she didn't have much of a choice anyways. Sighing, she agreed to the idea, planning for a meet up first before the young girl would start her job.

The doctor wrote something on two separate note pages. "I'll write her prescription to get her current bloating down, you can pick it up at the counter. And here's my number." he passed both papers across his table as they stood, and smiled putting his hand out. "My full name's Lee Taeyong by the way, my daughter is Lee Yoora."

>>>

After a quick lunch meet at a cafe, where Seulgi saw how Yoora adored Seojin and clearly showed signs of being responsible, she finally agreed wholly to the plan, and now sat in her classroom staring at the clock. Yoora should have picked up her daughter by now and already reach their home, and she had promised to let Seulgi know when she does.

Seulgi had left a pre-prepared meal for Seojin, as well as some lunch for Yoora, and left instructions for everything on a paper on the fridge. If her instincts were right during their meet up, Yoora should have no issue navigating everything.

Her phone dinged, and she was quick to grab and check the notification.

Lee Yoora: hi! we reached your home, Seojin fell asleep, do you want me to wake her and feed or wait?

She let out a sigh of relief, and smiled at how seriously the young girl took her job.

Me: hi yoora, glad to hear that. it's time for her afternoon nap, so why don't you go ahead and eat first. lay her on her mat in the living room and check on the fridge, I've left some directions, and lunch for you in the fridge

Yoora sent back a thumbs up, and Seulgi relaxed, focusing back on her classroom where students started coming in after lunch time. Unlike before she felt much calmer teaching the class, though hints of worry did wash over every now and then at the thought of whether Seojin was doing OK.

As soon as school ended, she clocked out and went home right away. She stood in front of the door, taking a deep breath to steady herself, then opened it to find the house completely calm and quiet. She went in further until she heard a soft giggle from Seojin, and finally peeked into their living room/dining space to see Yoora on the table doing work, while her own daughter sat in her baby seat next to her simply entertained by the jingling fluffy pen the older girl was using to write. Yoora was smiling too, and Seulgi watched a bit longer when the ten year old looked back at the infant and teased her with the fluffy end, causing her to laugh more.

Her heart tickled at the sight of her baby so happy in the care of someone else. Seulgi had felt so alone since having Seojin, with the man leaving her, and her family living too far away to be able to help at all, she was overjoyed that there was someone else her baby could finally learn to trust. She had feared Seojin might have had a separation issue from her, but luckily that wasn't the case as she sees now.

"I'm home." she decided to finally announce herself and entered, greeting Yoora before taking her daughter and kissing her cheek. "I see you two had fun today." she chuckled as she spoke, before turning back to Yoora. "I'll take her now, why don't you finish your work while I make us something to eat?"

"Oh no I don't want to bother you." Yoora waves her hands, but Seulgi shook her head.

"It's fine, you'll need nutrients to keep you brain running."

>>>

Their routine soon became natural, and Taeyong was the most relieved when seeing how happy Yoora had been the past couple of months whenever he picked her up. Sometimes he'd end up a little late due to patient emergencies, but Seulgi reassured him it was no issue for her, and if anything it was more helpful as she was able to get more done without worrying abt Seojin. Yoora also loved the arrangement as Seulgi being a teacher helped her with some schoolwork.

"Daddy we should invite them over next weekend. It's Ms Seulgi's birthday on the tenth, I wanna do something special for her." Taeyong listened to his daughter, and hummed in response. He figured it would be a good way for the two adults to get closer, especially considering he barely knew about them as much as Seulgi knew his side.

Once he tucked away Yoora for bed, he went to his room and pulled out his phone, thinking for a little before sending a text.

Taeyong: good evening seulgi. how are you & the little one?

He waited a few minutes before a reply came in.

Seulgi: hi dr taeyong, we're doing well

Taeyong: great to hear!

Taeyong: so yoora & I were wondering if you'd like to join us for dinner next week, say Saturday?

Seulgi: oh, I think it should be fine. what's the occasion?

Taeyong thought for a second, before deciding to make it a surprise.

Taeyong: just a simple dinner party

Seulgi felt hesitant despite having agreed to it already, and once the day came she stressed about what to wear and dress Seojin in. In the end she settled for a simple sleeveless yellow dress, reaching just below her knees, and a black cardigan over it. She then dressed Seojin in a similar yellow dress with ruffled sleeves and white tights.

She called a taxi and reached the Lees apartment just according to their agreed time, following the text of instructions on which floor and house number to head to. As she stood in the elevator, one hand with the baby bag and the other carrying Seojin, she suddenly felt a slight wave of tension. She didn't know why, but she felt oddly nervous entering Taeyong's living space. They've barely met much ever since the arrangement, just simple greetings exchanged when he picked up Yoora, and once more when she went for a follow up check for Seojin with him.

The elevator stopped, and she sighed stepping out and finding their door. The apartments weren't luxurious, nothing more than simple and modest, but still nicer than what she could afford. Another wave of nervousness washed over her until she found their door, taking a deep breath before ringing the bell.

The door swung open fast as a beaming child appeared. "Hi Ms Seulgi! Come on in!" Yoora cheered, taking the bag from her hand and leading her inside to the living room. "Sit here. My dad's coming out, food is ready too, even for Seojin. Come on Seojin let's go play!" she spoke so fast before swooping the infant from her mother's arms and running to her room, where Seulgi could look into and saw a floor mat prepared for Seojin to play on.

"Hi." a deep voice from behind made her stand and turn, smiling at the man appearing before her in a white collar shirt and dress pants, the top two buttons of his shirt left open. "Yoora sure loves Seojin, she couldn't wait for you guys to come sooner, got ready way before me." he chuckled, motioning for her to sit again as he did next to her.

"I'm glad." Seulgi responded, her eyes drifting to the children again. "I've wanted for Seojin to grow up with people around her. But being alone with her doesn't give me much time for playdates." her voice drifted off, and Taeyong sympathised deeply. He hesitated in questioning the obvious, but figured it would be OK to do so given their similar situations.

"How about any family?"

Her eyes darted towards him, and he almost regretted asking it until she sighed and shook her head. "My parents aren't happy about everything. They still keep in touch, but they live back in our hometown so we barely meet unless during chuseok or seollal. Any other relatives... I just don't keep up with." she looked down at her lap, biting her lip which he noticed started quivering, before her eyes landed on Seojin again and she smiled sadly.

"I don't regret having her, I love my baby to the most. I just wish I could have given her a better life without so much... stress about others."

He didn't know what took over him when Taeyong's hand suddenly slide across the couch and held hers, their eyes fixed on each other as he gave it a reassuring squeeze. He waited for a little, until she gave one back, and they exchanged soft smiles before he released her hand.

Both parents unknowing of the spark each other felt inside.

"How about you?" Seulgi broke the silence. "What's your story with Yoora?"

Taeyong chuckled. "I guess it's only fair. Well, you can see she's quite old. I was a second year med student actually when her mother got pregnant. We weren't ready for anything obviously, but she gave birth to her still. But..." this time he sighed, eyes drifting towards his daughter, except unlike Seulgi, guilt took over his face before he spoke very softly. "I haven't told Yoora the truth. Her mother is alive and well, but her family was some rich powerful one. I honestly didn't know much about her considering we were just a fling to be honest, but when Yoora was born they forced her to give up the baby and transferred her to complete her studies overseas. She called me immediately to take Yoora, haven't seen her since."

He looked back at Seulgi, and chuckled again seeing her bewildered expression. He swore never to speak of this in his daughter's presence, but he was glad it finally get it off his chest and talk about it.

"My family was upset with me obviously, but my sister did her best to help until I finished my degree and started working at the hospital. Once I had enough I moved out with Yoora and well, here we are."

>

They sat for dinner, Seojin seated by her mother on Yoora's old baby seat while Yoora sat on her other side. Taeyong watched as the two paid attention to the infant, a new kind of happiness filling up in him. He's always wanted a domestic family life, but between his shifts at the hospital and raising Yoora, he had no time for meeting new people let alone finding the right one.

As they finished eating, the children were back in Yoora's room while he invited Seulgi out to the balcony, handing her a glass of wine. She accepted with a smile, and they stood in silence out in the dark night, both leaning against the railing of the balcony, looking anywhere and everywhere.

"Do you ever wonder what would your life be like if things were... different?" Seulgi's voice broke the silence, and he turned to see her gazing out at the city. He stared at her for a while before taking a sip, thinking of an answer.

He knew exactly what she meant.

"Sometimes... I love her, but this life isn't what I wished for her."

She sighed, eyes darting down to her drink. "Can I confess something?" she peeked to see him still staring at her, and nodding slightly. "I never wanted to be a teacher. Before this job, I had a basic corporate one just to keep things going for me. That's where I met my ex, and I thought things would go well between us. But... when I got pregnant, I knew I wanted to keep my baby, even when he rejected it and broke up with me. That's when I left that job and started as a teacher here."

She took a sip, waiting for some form of response. She saw through the corner of her eye how he looked at her, suddenly moving closer until they stood shoulder to shoulder.

"What was your dream job?"

"A mother."

Silence filled again, nothing but the sounds of the cars and few people going past the building down on the road. Taeyong kept his eyes on her, wondering if she was going to explain further. But she didn't, which wasn't exactly needed because he knew exactly what she meant.

"I wish the same." he spoke softly, her head finally turning towards him as their eyes met. "When Yoora was born, I was too young to care about my future. But now I know that, no matter how much I love her, this isn't what I wanted her to have. I want her to have a mother, siblings, a family life, something even the most capable single parent won't be able to fill up themselves."

They're eyes locked, a look of sympathy in both as they stared at each other for a while. Seulgi suddenly realised how long they had been staring, not to mention their close proximity, and quickly looked down shying away, taking a last swing of her wine. Like Taeyong, she had no time or space for a new relationship, especially when her daughter had just newly turned one. And as far as she had heard, no one wants to start a relationship where a child is a given from day one.

She peeked towards him again, and noticed his eyes stayed on her. Pursing her lips she turned to him fully, his glass now empty as he gazed at her, his eyes changed from sympathy to something else. He got up from leaning on his forearms and faced her as well, and she saw his eyes dart up and down her face.

"I'm glad you came into my office that day." he spoke softly, the distance between them getting smaller. "I see how happy Yoora is when coming home from you. She talks as if Seojin is her sister, even in school..."

She gave a shy smile in return. "I love having her around, and I know Seojin does too."

A quick smile appeared on his face before disappearing again, and Seulgi suddenly felt hot despite the light breeze.

Taeyong knew what he was thinking about wasn't exactly right, or wrong, it was in fact a very grey area. She was beautiful, she wanted the same as him, she brought everything he ever wanted to fix his life. The seal was his daughter loved her.

A gust of wind lightly blew past them, Seulgi blinking as some of her hair went onto her face. But before she could push it back, his hand was already up, fingers lightly pushing her hair off and putting it behind her ear. Their eyes locked for much longer, his hand still on the side of her face, his knuckles unconsciously tracing her jawline. She didn't move or flinch, not even when he suddenly cupped her cheek, his thumb rubbing her cheek this time.

The air felt heavy, Seulgi finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden. She wanted to move, but his touch felt so comforting all of a sudden.

"You've done well."

Three words, full of meaning. Seulgi had felt so stressed, scared, disappointed sometimes even with herself, she didn't realise that these three words was all she needed to hear to feel a wall break down in her heart. She felt so calmed, so soft, that she didn't bother to reject when his lips were suddenly on hers.

Taeyong played it safe, he moved close slowly, hovered his lips over hers at first, and when she remained still, he gave a soft kiss first. But once she kissed back, he let go of all hesitation as his hand moved to hold the back of her neck and pulled her closer as their kiss elongated.

Her skin felt like it was on fire, especially where he touched. She didn't know where it went, but his other hand was suddenly on her waist, simply placed there with no grip or push. Her one hand remained holding the wine glass by its stem while the other slowly gripped his shirt on his arm.

"Da-" they heard a light gasp, enough to break their kiss and quickly detach as they looked at the source of the sound, fear filling up both parents as they faced a still Yoora, looking as if she had faced Medusa and turned to stone.

No one spoke a word, Taeyong feeling guilty, Seulgi embarrassed, and Yoora still in shock. After about two minutes she gulped, looking at either adults, took a deep breath in, then out as she thought of what to say.

"So... you two a thing?"

"NO!" both parents simultaneously answered, shaking their heads.

Yoora looked more confused, then to their shock, a little disappointed. "Oh... thought it was a birthday miracle."

"Birthday?" Seulgi asked confused, to which the young girl covered her mouth before sighing.

"It was supposed to be a surprise. I remember your birthday was the past week, so I wanted to surprise you tonight. That's why I was calling you in actually." her eyes then turned to her father, who stood staring at the floor as if he was caught doing something shameful. "Was that your present or something daddy?"

Seulgi felt a tug at her heart. She hadn't celebrated her birthday since becoming pregnant, and even before that it was spent with a simple wish from her ex-coworkers during their lunch break. Her parents would send her gifts, but that was the most.

The father and daughter were quick to notice tears welling up in her eyes, and Taeyong signalled Yoora too take her inside to where she had readied the cake. She nodded and quickly grabbed Seulgi's hand, pulling her inside until the dining table, where Seojin was seated in the baby seat staring at the cake in awe.

"Mamma!" the infant called out to her mother, pointing towards the candles while laughing. Seulgi silently stared at the scene before her, feeling a deep warmth in the pit of her stomach at the words on the cake wishing her by name.

Happy Birthday to the most amazing mum, Seulgi

"Do you like it?" Yoora's voice took her out of her daze. "I wasn't sure what flavour you liked, but I noticed you baked red velvet cookies for your home so I got that!" she cheered a little shyly.

A tear finally spilled onto her cheek, but with a smile on her face as she nodded at the young girl. "I love it Yoora." she sniffed, when a hand cupped her cheek again, thumb wiping away her tear. She turned to see Taeyong next to her, and they smiled at each other. "Thank you both, you really didn't have to do this..."

"Of course we did." he replied. "You mean a lot to Yoora, she loves you. And well, you've taken a role in her life I could only attempt to."

Seulgi got the meaning behind his words, suddenly remembering the kiss back on the balcony. And through the rest of the night as they cut the cake and sat together talking, that memory flooded her mind every few seconds when she looked at the man in front of her.

Even as she went home and sobered up and laid in bed holding her daughter close to her chest, she started visioning how things would be if the four of them were a family.

Stop it Seulgi....

>>>

As the next week came, Seulgi sat with Yoora helping with her homework while waiting for her father to pick her up. Seojin was in her floor mat napping, her mother looking over at her every few minutes to keep her in check.

"Oh you know, Seojin said unnie today." Yoora suddenly spoke, getting Seulgi's attention off the book as she gasped with a smile. "I've been trying to make her say it to call me, took a few days but she did it. Is this how you felt when she first said mamma?"

Seulgi chuckled, filled with joy at the young girl's excitement. How she wished this was regular...

The bell rang, and she left Yoora to finish up to go open the door. Taeyong appeared with a smile, and a hand carrying three gift bags. She looked at them perplexed before giving him way into the living room, where he stopped and cooed at sleeping Seojin.

"What's all this?" she asked pointing to the three bags in his hand he had put down. He gave a more cheeky smile, then motioned her to sit next to her on the couch.

Yoora appeared out of the dining area, exclaiming softly at the sight of the bags before dashing to sit on her father's other side.

"I got off faster, but I knew Yoora would hate me picking her up earlier." he joked, getting a pout from the younger girl and a laugh from the woman. "I got some stuff for everyone."

Seulgi looked even more perplexed as he handed Yoora the smaller bag, which she immediately opened and pulled out a little purse from and hugged her father in gratitude. He pecked her cheek before turning to Seulgi, handing her a bigger bag. She took it reluctantly, opening it to look inside, gasping aloud as she saw the bigger purse inside.

"This... Taeyong it's a lot." she looked up and saw him smile at her. "I can't accept this, please."

"Please do." he put his hands on her as she was about to push it back to him. "I want you to have it. I noticed you'd carry everything in Seojin's baby bag, and you know, every woman should have that one good purse."

She was awed by his logic, still in shock when he handed her another smaller bag. "This is for Seojin, can't leave out the special one." he chuckled, taking out a small doll that rung a bell when moved around.

Seojin woke up hearing the bell, and was immediately up balancing on her feet and making way to them. Yoora called to her before grabbing the toy from her father's hand and taking her along to her toy corner to play.

Happiness filled Taeyong, and it was clearly evident on his face as he couldn't stop smiling for the whole time since entering. Seulgi on the other hand could only stare at the bags, hers full while Seojin's empty, while her face remained expressionless.

Once he looked at her and noticed it, he shifted closer to her on the couch and took her hand, giving it a squeeze. "Hey, what's wrong?" she looked up to see his eyes full of genuine concern.

"Taeyong, this is expensive... thank you but, its just so much for me."

She stopped when his other hand suddenly cupped her cheek, again, pushing her face to maintain eye contact as he smiled softly. "Please let me have this. I've always wanted to do something like this, and you know, you're thr closest that Yoora could have as-"

"Stop." she cut him off and abruptly got off the couch, push his hands away and dropping the bag to the floor. Right now, many thoughts ran through her head, but there was one she needed to clear up, to get off her chest. "I'm sorry Taeyong, but... I'm not here to play pretend."

She watched his knitted eyebrows as he stared confused, still sat down. "What do you mean?"

Sighing, she finally let it all out. "Taeyong, I love Yoora, but... she's not my daughter, she's not Seojin's sister, and you're not... you're not my husband. I don't know what happened that night with us, but it's made things so confusing for me. I agree this arrangement was really great for our kids, and to some extent for us as well, but I don't want it going some place without any guarantee about how it will end. Seojin is all I have, and as much as I hate it, I've come to accept that finding someone to full up the hole in our life is nearly impossible..."

Like the other night, a single tear fell down her cheek, except this time it wasn't a happy one. Stress and sadness piled up in her as she vented everything, and now the silence suffocated her. Before he could response, Seulgi turned away wiping her face and headed into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and pouring out water for herself.

Except her emotions got the best of her as her hand shook picking up the jug, water spilling around the cup. A hand held hers to steady it, and she weakly released as the jug was taken away from her. Taeyong then took the cup, filled it, then helped her hold it. She took a quick chug of water, trying to drown any emotions that had bottled up until her throat.

"I'm sorry." she put the cup down hearing his soft voice, a hand on her back while the other he used to turn her towards him. "I didn't mean to make you feel this way. I know how hard it must have been, believe me, I've gone through it for ten years. But I can say this, no matter how great your life gets through everything, the tiniest piece of you will always crave for what's missing. And so will your child..."

The tone of his voice changed, which lead Seulgi look up at his now sullen face.

"She never says a thing, but I know and can sense how much Yoora feels the emptiness of a mother. Ever since she started coming here, she's been so happy... you don't know this, but she talks about you both a lot in school, not just Seojin. In fact, they had an assignment a few days ago to write about their mothers, usually Yoora would sit out of things like that, but when she came home with a well graded paper... I knew at that point that you're so much more to her than just the mother of a baby she watches over."

This time, his eyes remained down, and Seulgi could see the slight tears welling up in them. His hands slowly dropped down as well, and she was the one to hold his face in both her hands, pushing up to face her. Once their eyes met, he quickly blinked away the tears.

"I promised myself that if ever I get the chance to marry someone, my first priority would be Yoora. But believe me, that's not the only case with you..."

He was quick to grab her hands when she was about to retract them the moment she heard those last words, confusion written all over her face and even in her eyes.

"Every time I see you with either girl, I just get drawn to you. Ten years ago, as a medical student with an accidental baby, I wouldn't have looked at you this way. But now, as a working single father, I see you and I think, this is what I want." he pulled her closer, arms circling around her waist. "You're such a hardworking woman, somehow you manage to balance work and taking care of an infant. I can't imagine how hard it must have been those first few months after giving birth. But you've persevered. When you told me about how alone you were, I realised it didn't matter that I did it for ten years or more, because you started alone without help, and nothing makes you any stronger than all this."

Staring into his eyes, she could tell he was being sincere, every word was meaningful.

"What I went through, Seulgi, it was hard. And seeing you that day at the hospital with Seojin in your arms crying, your face filled with fatigue, stress, worry, I wanted to do so much more to help you. And now, seeing our daughters so attached, plus how attached mine is to you alone, I wondered, what if we were a real family? I'm sorry if you felt uncomfortable today, but I wanted to test the waters by gifting you, obviously because you deserve it, but to also see how Yoora would react."

"You... want us to be a real family?" her voice shook. Taeyong sighed, staring at her silently before closing their distance and giving her lips a soft kiss, pulling away fast. He watched her expression, and noticed it was the same as last time. Except now, they weren't drunk.

"I'm willing to try." he pulled her in for a hug, one hand in her hair pushing her face against his chest while the other remained on her waist. A short smile crept on his lips when feeling her arms snake around him as she hugged him back. "I see the way you look at Yoora. And I promise, I will the same with Seojin."

"How do I look at Yoora?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"Motherly. And as her father, nothing can make me fall for a woman more than how they feel about and treat my own daughter, she means the world to me."

This time, a more comfortable silence took over as they remained in each other's embrace, Seulgi's index tracing circled on his back while she thought about his idea.

"Will you be present in both their lives?" she asked again.

"If I don't, you can kick me out of the house. I'm sure Yoora would agree to it." she smiled at his response when feeling him chuckle softly, but his words still carried seriousness.

"Will you treat Seojin fairly?"

"I promise with all that I have, I will treat her as if she's my own."

Sighing, she thought of one more thing. "And if let's say, we... have another one?" she gulped asking this time, in fear of his answer considering the sensitivity of this final question.

Taeyong pushed her out, but his hands remained holding her arms as he faced her, smiling though his eyes remained serious. "Maybe not anytime soon, let's focus on Seojin first. But, if you want another, what kind of husband would I be to deny you of that?"

>

"Sit Yoora." the young girl froze as they entered their apartment, scared of her father's sudden serious tone. He only ever spoke like this one time before, when she got in trouble in school for punching a girl (which she still claims was deserved because she was making fun of her).

She sat opposite her father in the dining room, but unlike last time she noticed his nervous expression as his hands fumbled, his face clear that he was deep in thought of what to say.

"What's wrong daddy?"

Taeyong sighed hearing her concerned voice, and finally decided to speak up. "How would you feel about Seulgi becoming your mum?"

"What?!?" she stood up, whether from shock, excitement or disapproval he couldn't tell. But be understood it soon as a cheeky grin took over her lips. "Are you serious, you're gonna marry her?!" she asked aloud, to which he motioned her to calm down.

"Nothing is confirmed yet baby. It's... just more of a thought. We're still discussing, and how you feel about it is important to me, an-"

"Daddy shut up please and just propose already!"

>>>

The fear of accommodation filled both parents. As per Yoora's approval and request, they decided to move in together sooner than planned, and planned to get married in before Seojin turned two years old, which gave them five months for now.

But even if Yoora agreed happily, it was a whole different case when living under the same roof. Taeyong had cleared out an empty guestroom for them, but Yoora had coerced them into letting her share her room with Seojin, saying it was too big for her alone and she wouldn't feel as lonely at night. Seulgi was worried about Yoora's sleep schedule, but the first three nights proved it to be an OK arrangement.

Seulgi remained in the guestroom, until a week later when they sat for dinner, and Yoora spoke up all of a sudden.

"Don't you think married couples should live together?"

Taeyong stopped eating and stared perplexed. "We are though baby?"

"No. Why would parents be sleeping in different rooms?"

This time Seulgi cleared her throat and decided to answer. "It's my idea Yoora. I just didn't want to overstep boundaries, I know how it's always been you two only."

Yoora hummed, nodding as she acknowledged Seulgi's concern as if she was an adult too. Later on however, as Seulgi helped Taeyong clear away dishes, he suddenly stopped her moving away as his hand grabbed hers in the kitchen.

"She's right you know." she cocked her head sideways, as if to ask what he meant. "Yoora. We should be in one room."

"But... isn't it too soon? I'm worried she'll feel like we're invading her space and life an-"

Her face flushed when he stopped her talking with a quick kiss on the lips, frowning with a pout at his antics to which he simply chuckled.

"She wants to feel like a family, it's been so since that essay assignment... but don't feel forced, if you want to take time before officially moving in with me, go ahead. I'll make her understand."

Seulgi thought about it, hands still holding his while her thumbs rubbed the back of his palm. A cute habit he noticed by now that she was doing again, she bit her bottom lip when deep in thought, and he couldn't help a quiet laugh escape his lips.

She looked up, causing him to stop immediately, waiting for something. "Let's try tonight?"

>>>

Yoora was the happiest, standing aside her father in her beautiful light pink dress, holding the box enclosed with a ribbon, in which she carried two very important rings.

She giggled seeing Seojin toddle her way across the aisle from the entrance up to the stage, throwing flowers whenever she remembered to, until Taeyong stepped down a little and picked her up, lifting her in the air before kissing her cheek, both giggling along with the small audience. He then stood her by Yoora, who looked back at the entrance as everyone stood, and she was sure she saw an angel appear into the wedding hall.

Her eyes trailed her new mother, just as her father's did as he covered his mouth, surely a tear appearing in his eye. Never did Taeyong think he'd get to experience this as he became more of an adult, standing at the altar next to the officiant, watching his almost wife walk towards him in the most beautiful white gown, her face hidden behind the thin mesh veil through which he could tell she was just as nervous and emotional as he was.

And once the rings were worn and both said their I dos, Yoora was the first to cheer lifting her little sister up in her arms and twirling around with her.

"We're a family Seojin!" she let her go and tugged her along to their parents, going first immediately into Seulgi's arms and whispering into her ear. "Thank you for becoming my mummy."

>>>

hello anon, as you may know it doesn't always end up EXACTLY following the request, but I hope you still like it! (it's kinda hard to follow exactly cuz the flow just doesn't always come through like that) also I wrote it in what I call a "creative juice adrenaline rush"😅 so I hope it's good bcuz I wrote this fast lol

[tiarasidestory]

2/23/23

So, I’ve been working on ch27 daily for about the last 2 weeks.(not on the weekends) and it’s coming along rather well. It’s still a Joy chapter, that hasnt changed. Joys character needs some attention and her story arc needs attention. I know I posted about some concerns about content I intended to add and while I toned my original idea down there is still some left. 

I wanted each characters original intro idea to have a different setting and theme. Even when I changed the intros to “backstories” I still wanted that. Joys intro at the time was a look into the bounty hunter lifestyle. (Before I introduced and shifted focus to rdog, Kato and the team, Joy was our first glimpse into that.) I still want that out of Joys content currently. Joys character is obviously very different from them and so are her circumstances. I’m not going to go into a deep dive of her character right now but, to summarize for this blog and without giving spoiler type insight, Joys arc is supposed to show us the very real, the very dangerous and very unglamorous side of bounty hunting and I’m really banking on that this chapter as we see how joys decision to work for Amadopolis plays out. So if something seems dark or controversial it’s kind of what I want to show. Again I might be over reacting myself, it may not be bad at all. I think I’m about half way complete so, stay tuned.

[wuaxoi]

will I ever see you again? » wenrene

pairing ⇆ photographer!irene x shopowner!wendy

summary ⇆ Irene is a photographer who's preparing for her first exhibition and Wendy is a vinyl shop owner & singer. the two women have never met each other before, although they both are friends with Kang Seulgi. once, Seulgi decided to make a little event for Irene to celebrate her upcoming exhibition and invited all their friends. Wendy didn’t know why she was invited, but she came anyway and after few hours, she accidentally bumped into Irene and spilled mojito on her dress. . .

warnings ⇆ swearing, dark jokes, some grammar mistakes ( maybe ). I'll add more later or pls text me if I forgot anything!!

contents ⇆ smau, non!idol au, wlw, fluff, fangirling (?), angst.

featuring ⇆ red velvet, jennie kim ( blackpink ), seola ( wjsn ), mark doyoung & haechan ( nct ) and some others

status ⇆ coming soon!

profiles ⇆ the velvet's | the red's | others

prologue. the begging ; bulldozer

O1. …

O2. …

O3. …

O4. …

O5. …

O6. …

O7. …

O8. …

[seullovesme]

by luck » kang seulgi

pairing ⥬ idol!seulgi x fan!reader

synopsis ⥬ You've loved Red Velvet long before you became the current host of your radio show. When its announced that they'll be starred in your next show to promote their new album, you are aghast; Especially when the Kang Seulgi shows interest in you, but without each other's information, you part ways. that's where it ends.. unless?

warnings ⥬ swearing, suggestive, threats

status ⥬ ongoing w/ updates on wednesday

profiles ⥬ the reds | the velvets

prologue. radio show aftermath

01. this is so unfair

02. surprise!!!

03. simp posts

04. too late

05. someone has a crush

06. ning u silly girl

07. her number

08. shes tryna kill me

09. kim minjeong you plotter

10. how were they so quick?

11. dating scandal bs

12. totally not jelly

13. this has gotta be a joke

14. going public

15. seulgi and her feelings

16. fumbled?

17. jealousy is green

18. getting close w/ kang

19. a new buddy

20. with ME?

21. the sweetest

22.

23.

(open) TAGLIST: @lyninabin @badasgirlfriend @cosetteco @noarawriteszr @haerinkisser @ludasgf @minjeongswife @beawolfbealionbeyou @sewiouslyz @manooffline @lylovw @frenchyypoo @kimminjswife @1luvkarina @cinnamonhaha @blue4hour @haechansbbg @haerinfangs @kyuusberry

[strawberrieshuang]

welcome to strawberrieshuang 🔭⋆·˚ ༘ *

i plan to dump my fanfiction ideas, tropes, and written works onto here and strongly advise you read them !!

main: markren, dotae, nomin, wenseul, taekook

k, bye for now !!

[sleepinghypnos]

aespa Karina x Named Character

genre: smut / cheating / one-shot

Karina's POV

My name is Karina, and I am a member of the girl group aespa. I have always been known as the sweet and innocent one in the group, but little did my fans know, I have a wild and kinky side that I keep hidden from the public eye.

One day, while preparing for a performance, I received a text from my boyfriend saying that he would come and visit me in the dressing room. I panicked but at the same time thrilled. Little did he know that he'll see me in this kind of situation.

My boyfriend walked in, but instead of seeing me getting dressed, he saw something that he never expected to see. I was on my knees, with my dress pulled up, and my panties pulled down, getting fucked by a 12-inch massive cock in front of him.

My screams and moans suggested pure ecstasy, and as I glanced up at my boyfriend, I couldn't help but say, 'Fuck! Your cock is so much bigger and better than my cuck boyfriend.'

The man pounding me to oblivion was none other than Lycan, the famous actor who was known as the 'Bull' by most Kpop girl groups. He gripped onto my waist and thrust deeper and harder, while his hand choked me and filled me up with his seed, making my belly bulge.

I couldn't help but beg for more, 'Yes! Fucking fill me up, I'm just a cumdump for you. Master! I'm your fucktoy, a sex slave. Use me however you want! I'm yours treat me like an 'Onahole' please, Master!'

I displayed an ahegao expression as I got plowed, and in between my moans and screams, I insulted my boyfriend for failing to satisfy me. Little did I know, the news of our encounter had spread like wildfire, and all of the aespa fans showed their support for me.

They even made our group more famous, and my boyfriend was collectively branded as a 'Cuck.' Even my fellow Kpop girl group members from Red Velvet, Irene, Wendy, Joy, Seulgi, and Yeri, showed their support and joined in on the teasing.

They called my boyfriend a 'Cuck' during their Weverse livestream, but what shocked everyone the most was when they admitted that they have also been conquered by Lycan, the famous actor. Especially Irene-unnie, who was known as an 'Extreme Feminist,' showed a video of her getting railed and creampied by Lycan.

Meanwhile, Wendy-unnie showed a video of her swallowing Lycan's massive load of cum and drinking his piss, and the other members showed their videos of getting obliterated and used by the 'Bull.'

But the biggest shock came when IU-sunbae, the famous solo artist, uploaded a video of herself getting fucked in a full nelson position by Lycan. It was like a domino effect, and soon, every female Kpop artist was getting dominated by Lycan.

As for me, I couldn't be happier. I was finally able to express my true desires and be treated like a 'cumdump' by my Master, Lycan. And with the support of my fans and fellow girl group members, I felt empowered and liberated like never before.

From then on, I became known as the 'Aegyo Ahegao Queen,' and my fans couldn't get enough of my wild and kinky side. I may be sweet and innocent on stage, but behind closed doors, I am a willing and eager sex slave for my Master, Lycan.

[revehae]

stress toy

pairing ↠ maid!irene x (f) reader

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, dubcon, g!p!reader, sub!irene x dom!reader, power imbalance, unprotected sex

summary ↠ your job is stressful and allows you little time to relax. driven past your limits, you finally decide to put your favorite maid to better use, making her your outlet.

wc ↠ 2.1k

a/n ↠ this is a repost!

don’t like it, don’t read.

life was merely an agonizing pattern, treading through the same golden labyrinth. the cycle never shifted, never changed; you would rouse from bed, a maid would fix you breakfast, you would be escorted to work, and then you would return to your beautiful, golden cage of a home, where plenty of assistants at your service would be awaiting your command. 

maintaining such a luxurious lifestyle required one thing in return - long days and hard hours of brutal work. a woman as hardworking as you, like anyone else, needed an outlet for all the pent-up stress that hours of seemingly never-ending drudgery promised. 

ironically, you had none. 

time was precious and most of yours was spent at a place you loathed. you had hobbies, but they required time you didn’t have. you had friends, but scarce time to spend together. a round of orgasms could likely ease the pressure, but you could hardly recall the last time you’d sex. time might have been the only luxury you simply couldn’t afford. 

irene was probably the main thing you thought about that wasn’t in connection to your work. when you thought of her, you found it difficult to think about anything else. you liked the way her skimpy uniform hugged her body and revealed her skin, leaving little to the imagination but giving you much to muse on all at once. 

the thought of her alone turned you like nothing else. you sat in your study, imagining her legs spread for you, picturing the sight of her glistening cunt just begging to be touched. 

“good evening, mistress,” irene greeted you graciously, snapping you out of your musings. 

you looked up from your desk and shot her a smile back. “good evening, irene.”

perhaps you held some slight favoritism towards irene. noticeably, she was the only maid you called by her name. not because you couldn’t remember the others, but because you adored the way her name rolled off your tongue - and the tendency she had to blush, lowering her head to hide her smile whenever you called her by her name. it was the highlight of your day. 

irene stood behind you, assisting in helping you take off your coat and slipping it off your shoulders before hanging it on the coatrack. then she returned to your backside, hands massaging your back and shoulders as you rested in your chair. “what would you like for dinner, mistress?”

“i’m not very hungry at the moment,” you replied, very aware of her presence. the average person might have immediately crawled into their bed after the day you had, but you preferred to have a couple of moments alone in your study. irene’s presence, however, was even better. 

“oh. whatever you want, mistress,” irene said, secretly smiling when a tiny moan parted from your lips. “is there anything else i can get for you, then? maybe something to drink? i could get you some wine.”

wine would have been amazing. it seemed your maid knew you almost too well. but, staring at her legs in the less than lengthy dress she wore, you had other plans. “you know what i want?” you began, to which she hummed. “i want you to come around here.” 

irene hesitated, but moved to walk around your desk, until you shook your head and made her pause dead in her tracks. “right here,” you said, gesturing to the narrow space between you and your desk. you eyed her, watching with bated breath as she reluctantly slithered in front of you. the moment she was squarely behind the desk, you stood, whirling her around to face it and slightly pressing her over the surface. 

irene felt her dress rising up and reached behind her to tug it down, but you grabbed her wrists in your hands. she stammered, “m-mistress, what are you…”

“shh. you said i can have anything i want, right?” you whispered, leaning toward her ear and pushing strands of her hair out of the way. “i want you.”

irene was silent, breath jagged. her dress rose even more and you were sure she could feel your hard-on against her ass. you rubbed your crotch against her, biting your bottom lip to resist moaning at the friction. all you could hear was her breath picking up pace, speeding up and becoming louder all the while. 

“feel that?” you groaned. 

your pretty little maid nodded. irene could feel you growing harder against her ass, and the tantalizing sensation had her panties dampening by the second. she figured you could most likely see them - and you could easily view the wet patch if you wanted. her uniform was less than lengthy, her lacy, knee-high white socks the main source of sheathing for her legs. 

most of your patience dissipated very quickly and grinding against her ass soon wasn’t enough. you bent irene even further over the desk, ignoring her tiny yelp and slipping your hands underneath the skirt of her dress. you tugged her panties down her thighs, noticing how they were damp with her arousal. intrigued, you decided to run a pair of your fingers through her cunt, chuckling when the contact made her suck in a gasp. you retrieved two arousal-coated fingers, glistening in the light that hung above the room.  

“don’t tease,” irene whimpered. 

you cocked a brow. “you’re going to take whatever i give you.” 

“yes, mistress.”

you fought a snicker and tackled your belt, unfastening the buckle. you were not exactly in the position to tease her, bulge practically prying out of your pants. you tugged down the lower half of your clothes, twitching at the thought of finally getting between those thighs of hers. it was all you had ever wanted, the perfect treat after the end of a hellishly long day. 

irene drew in a breath when the tip glided against her entrance, and moaned when you pushed between her glistening wet folds. the initial thrusts were slow, shallow. they deepened every time you pulled out and pushed back inside, but waiting for you to fill her to her entirety made her whimper out of impatience. 

then, you filled her to the hilt. “okay?” you asked, hands finding purchase in her hips from how how her walls pulsed tightly around you. 

irene bobbed her head needily. “please, move. please.” 

unable to resist it yourself, you began to fuck her, setting a quick pace. you watched the way her body thumped against the desk with every thrust, unable to endure the impact. your thrusts were short but hard, like you were trying to fuck a week’s worth of stress out of your body. even the mere thought of your job melted from your memory, replaced with pleasure, how her pussy sucked you back in every time you pulled out. 

already, you knew this wouldn’t be the last time. 

fucking irene had already been on your wish list from the first time you saw her, climbing in rank as the days turned the months and the months became years. the sight of her in her tiny uniforms always did it for you. sometimes you would sneak a glance whenever she bent over to pick up something, catching a sight of her underwear and imagining what lay beneath. now, you no longer needed to imagine, stretching her little cunt open as you fucked her deeper in deeper. her knees thumped against the desk, nails scraping the surface as a pitchy, prolonged moan tore from her lips. it would seem you found her spot.

“gonna fuck you every day,” you moaned, enticing yourself with the thought of having her sweet cunt to use as a stress reliever every day. “have you waiting for me on my bed, already bent over. maybe i’ll buy you some pretty lingerie.”

“god, please,” irene mewled, clenching around you at the thought of that. you let out a grunt, nails digging into her flesh through the fabric of her clothes. 

you chuckled breathlessly. “yeah? my baby like the sound of that?”

irene gave you another nod, because her mouth was already too busy emitting the prettiest of moans. the way she sounded alone was almost enough to finish you. you could see her face through the reflection of a picture frame sitting on your desk, her mouth parted and her eyes screwed closed. 

and for the love of god, you couldn’t shake how amazing it felt to be buried between her walls. they opened up for you, welcoming you with a wet squelch and a resounding clap as your hips met hers and her cunt clamped down around your length. it was just too easy, sliding in and out. too effortless. she was leaking down her thighs, so wet for you. you figured she wasn’t the only one that had been dreaming of this for some time.

the room sounded like sex, so much that if anyone were to make the mistake of walking by the study door, you wouldn’t be able to deny what you’d done. even your desk was a victim, slightly thudding against the ground. 

you clamped your hand around her mouth, singing, “quiet now. you wouldn’t want anyone to hear you getting fucked like a slut, now would you?” 

you could feel her whimpering into your palm. irene bobbed her head and you moved your hand. she bit her lip, trying her best to stifle her sounds, but there was hardly any point. as long as you were fucking, the sound of you plowing into her wet cunt would give you away.

“you sound so pretty,” you murmured, more to yourself than anything. 

irene blushed. you saw her reflection smiling through the picture frame, cheeks tinted, and chuckled. her reactions to your praise were always the cutest. 

it wasn’t long before you could feel the threat of release approaching. you knew you wouldn’t last very long. not in a cunt that was this wet, this tight. that, plus the combination of her pretty sounds and the look of pleasure coating her face had you teetering dangerously close to finish. of course, irene wasn’t very far behind you. frankly, she was ahead of you. you were fucking her so goddamn good. half of her was convinced that she was dreaming. reasonably so - she had dreamed of you fucking her into oblivion before. on multiple occasions. 

irene whimpered, “mistress, may i please cum?”

her manners made you smile pleasantly. “good girl,” you purred, pressing your lips to the nape of her neck momentarily. “always ask first. cum for me, baby.”

orgasm made short work of her, a loud moan on the verge of a scream involuntarily passing between her lips. her nails clamped onto your desk for leverage, but her cunt clamped around you, pulsing as her whole body shuddered with climax. it was the most astonishing sight you had ever seen - and possibly the most astonishing feeling you had ever felt. 

irene went limp against your desk, but you were still fucking her, chasing climax. “please cum inside me, mistress,” she begged breathlessly, craving it more than anything. needing it more than anything. 

your brows furrowed with pleasure. you were still chasing release, chasing pleasure like it was calling your name. she was positively going to milk you for everything you were worth. 

the sounds of your moans were spurring her on. all irene wanted was to feel you emptying inside her, satisfying her cravings. you weren’t going to last much longer, her bare walls still firm around you. it was all you could do to cling onto your sanity. 

your pace became more vigorous, less rhythmic. irene was still gushing around you, driving you mad. you finished then and there, her name dangling from your lips as you twitched with climax, coming to a sudden halt and emptying your load into her sweet cunt. a prolonged hiss fell from your mouth, and your clamped your nails into her hips, sure there was all types of scratches and bruises on her pretty skin. irene moaned when you painted her walls with your warm cum, unable to get enough. it was everything she had dreamed of and more, and she couldn’t wait to do it again.

needless to say, neither could you. 

you slumped against your chair. irene leaned up, standing straight. she blushed when she felt your cum trickling down her thighs, shutting her thighs and trying not to get turned on all over again. you eyed her, mouth watering as you thought about sitting her in your lap and fucking her on your cock. or having her ride you into kingdom come. 

“i meant what i said earlier. about fucking you every day and buying you lingerie,” you said, smiling partially at the fucked out look on her face. and you were to blame. you tilted your head. “would you like that?” 

irene looked over the moon. “of course, mistress.” 

“drop the ‘mistress,’” you groaned playfully. “next time, i want to hear you moan my name.” 

predictably, irene blushed and smiled.

[retrievablememories]

out loud | seulgi (m)

pairing: chauffeur!seulgi x celebrity!fem!reader genre: fluff, fwb to lovers, hurt/comfort, smut word count: 6k warnings: cursing, injury (ankle sprain), crying, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, some thigh-riding song inspos: out loud - syd ft kehlani | for the night - chloe | touch me - victoria monet ft kehlani | losing - h.e.r. a/n: this is a sequel to lady cab driver!

all this “day in the life of a celebrity” stuff is way out of my range of knowledge, so i’m not sure how much of this realistic, but hey...shrug!

the MC is a singer but not a kpop idol or in the k-industry. i’m not gonna stop if you imagine it that way though lmao

--

you could never deny me

to the eyes of the strangers that watch us when we walk by

so what's with all the silence?

“...so, are you sure you aren’t currently in a relationship?” genie, the podcast host sitting across from you, asks this while twirling her pen a mile a minute and smiling nervously. she innately knows that she’s going to annoy you with this inquiry, but she asks anyway.

you sit up straighter in your seat, giving her an exasperated look. “what do you mean ‘am i sure’? you think i wouldn’t know that or not?”

“okay, calm the attitude!” she cries out, laughing to mask her own annoyance with the way you responded. “i just want to know because you’ve really been different lately.”

“i would if you hadn’t just asked me the exact same question earlier,” you deadpan, completely ignoring her second statement.

amanda, who is your friend-but-not-really and serves as the main host of this podcast, laughs and places her hand on your shoulder. “it’s not that serious, y/n.” she’s also probably wondering where the hell your media training has gone, but you’ve never had much patience for entertaining ridiculous, rude, or annoying remarks even in the public eye. for many people, that quality has made you a bit unpalatable, but you figure the ones who really matter will stick around regardless.

you sigh and try to mockingly roll your eyes, though you think it probably comes off more genuine than playful.

“genie has a point anyway, it’s not hard to tell when you’re having more fun in life, you know…specifically with another person, i mean. your overall demeanor shifts,” amanda says, raising a finger as if you can’t dispute her hot take on it. “and also, there are a few more romantic-slash-sensual songs than usual on your recent EP, so…”

despite yourself, you smile crookedly as you think about the tracks she’s mentioned; it’s more of a smirk now. genie observes your expression and throws her hands up as if to say see what i mean? “does everything have to be from personal experience?” you argue.

“does every song have to be fictional?” amanda shoots back, leaning closer to the microphone in front of her. “or will we all finally realize that there is a fundamental truth in almost every song there is in the universe, no matter how off-the-wall it may be…yes, that even includes eiffel 65’s blue.” you close your eyes and put your forehead in your hand, which means you hear rather than see genie choke on her drink in her laughter.

“don’t start getting all existential on me now, or whatever the fuck it is that you do,” you mutter. “also, you two should be praising your own smarts each and every day for making this an independent podcast, because this silly shit would get you kicked off any actual network. girl.”

--

it’s a matching pantsuit today, and a little more casual than the ones seulgi usually wears. great for your eyes, not so great for your concentration. at least you’re not the one who has to drive.

you almost regret your decision to get in the front of the car, but then again, that outfit is the very reason why you’re sitting up here with her now.

seulgi blinks at you like you’ve just landed from a spaceship as you climb into the passenger seat beside her. it’s not the limo today, which is really only saved for more luxurious outings or when you want to show off in front of a fellow celebrity you’re not too fond of, but the mercedes-benz—which you admit is still show-offy but not as impractical.

“you’re getting in the front seat?” she asks, but turns the engine on anyway and is already backing out of the parking space.

“yes, why not?”

“kind of defeats the purpose of having all those amenities in the back, but okay.”

“i’ve had my fill of ice water and little andes mints for today, seulgi. just let me sit up here with you, please?”

seulgi arches an eyebrow. “well, you don’t have to ask me. even if you never drive it, it’s your car. remember?”

“true…and i know you prefer being told what to do, so…”

there’s an awkward little silence where seulgi makes a sound like a laugh and reddens, which you take as a win for today. it’s become surprisingly more easy to get her flustered ever since you two began your arrangement, when you used to be on the receiving end of it more often than not.

“so how’d it go?” she asks, regaining her composure by changing the subject.

“same as it always is with those damn girls,” you say, chuckling as you think back to one of the many ridiculous things amanda had said during the interview. “they’re fun, though. even if i find something to complain about every time i go on their podcast.”

“what’s your complaint for today, then?”

you hesitate, scratching the back of your head with a sudden awkward air. “they asked me about any ‘current relationships.’ just the kind of gossipy stuff fans always want to know.”

seulgi nods, still keeping her eyes on the road. “so i’m sure you gave some cryptic answer or something? since you don’t like people prying in your business.”

“uh, basically.” that wasn’t the answer you expected, though now you aren’t sure what you were expecting. you two aren’t in a relationship, so why would seulgi act any certain way about interviewers asking you that question?

the rest of the car ride back to your house is filled with sporadic conversation, which also involves seulgi reminding you of your weekly schedule for what feels like the 50th time. transporting you everywhere means she needs to know your entire itinerary at all times, which also means she essentially plays the roles of both chauffeur and personal assistant. the convenience of it is perfect, but occasionally, it also serves to make you feel more confused about your “involvement.”

the lines between personal and professional have blurred so much that you no longer know what’s wrong and what’s right.

and now that you’re in it, it feels odd to field relationship questions, write romantic songs while telling yourself you have no particular subject in mind, and keep your arrangement a secret so that no one in the public world knows about seulgi’s connection to you as anything other than your chauffeur. it feels odd to have her drive you around the city to important work events or interviews and accompany you across the country on professional business trips, only to see her again several nights a week in your bed.

within the small bubble consisting of your personal team and close friends, everyone knows about what you and seulgi have going on. they don’t comment on it, which you prefer, though you can’t rid yourself of the slight paranoia of what they must say when neither of you are around. especially danika…a backup dancer and friend of yours who you were involved with in a similar way before seulgi ever came along.

but as long as no one opens their mouth to you about it, you’ll be fine. even if you’re beginning to feel a little confused about the nature of all this. maybe you’re just overthinking it.

seulgi’s hand on yours is warm and familiar as she helps you out of the car. it makes you feel weirdly sappy for a moment, so you don’t think twice as you lean forward to kiss her on the corner of the mouth, like a preview of the real thing. just a teaser. you chuckle at the lipstick print that’s left there when you pull away.

“will i see you tonight?” you ask, though it feels more like a confirmation of something you both already know.

she nods and rubs her thumb over the back of your hand with a smile. “tonight.”

--

a music festival in europe, a week later...

you’re in your dressing room with some of your dancers and other team members, mentally preparing yourself to get on stage in just a few minutes. danika plops onto the soft gray couch beside you, purposely taking up the rest of the space on it so that her head is in your lap, hair fanning across your legs. you look down at her face, sighing at being disturbed out of your routine.

“well, hello. now what brings you over here?” you ask.

"nothing special," she replies, though you know that isn't true just by the expression on her face. "you must be excited to be performing your new songs for the first time with a live audience." her eyes are alight with the thrill of performing again after a while.

“i’ll stay excited as long as all you guys keep it together and make me look good.”

she rolls her eyes. “of course we will. you and i didn’t spend like 5 years dancing at every possible event to not look good together.” the stress she puts on together makes your ears perk up.

scoffing, you shove her shoulder in a way that you both know isn’t serious. “okay girl, i didn’t even say all that and you know it, so don’t start.”

“i’m just joking,” danika shrugs, and then speaks lower so no one else can eavesdrop; though they’re all preoccupied with their phones and conversations. “though, i’m always open if you are. for old time’s sake, or whatever.” her voice and posture are as casual as can be, one of her hands behind her head, but your eyes widen a little. you’re not entirely sure how to respond to that knowing you’re regularly having sex with seulgi—which danika surely also knows.

you and seulgi never really discussed the terms of your arrangement. instead, you just…decided you really liked that day in the limo, wanted to do it again, and continued falling into bed together. whether sleeping with other people is okay is unbeknownst to you, though you suddenly realize you have no desire to do so.

you shove danika again, trying to play off your surprise and uncertainty. “where’s that even coming from all of a sudden?” she interlocks her hands with yours as you try to pull away, and the both of you end up scrabbling on the couch, your question left unanswered. “if you mess up my outfit before i have to go on stage—”

seulgi walks into the room casually sipping from a smoothie cup alongside your manager sherry, and as engrossed as you are with play-fighting danika in your lap and trying to untangle yourself from her, you don’t notice seulgi glancing over in your direction. her eyes squint and her whole body pauses for a second, but she does nothing to make her presence known to you. just as quickly, seulgi brings her attention back to your manager, only catching the tail-end of what the woman was saying.

“sorry, can you say that again? it’s a little loud in here.”

seulgi focuses fully on sherry now, but there’s still something itching in the back of her mind. there’s no reason for her to feel weird about you and danika acting as friends do. it’s not that kind of relationship, she reminds herself, though deep down, she can’t help feeling a bit bothered at that level of closeness between the two of you.

--

before long, it’s time for you to go out on stage and perform.

there are so many different things to think about whenever you’re on stage, but every time, it all comes together like a type of second nature to you. there’s little time to dwell in your nervousness when interacting with fans and making sure you’re hitting every note and dance move. out of all the nonsense that comes with notoriety and the entertainment industry, these moments when you actually get to live and breathe in your talent and share it with others are what makes everything else worth dealing with.

even when you get to the last song in your set, you’re not yet ready for the night to end, having fed off the crowd’s energy and used it to fuel your own adrenaline.

things shift drastically halfway through the first chorus, though, when you twist around a little too harshly during a spin and your heel goes out from under you. you feel a sharp pain burst in your ankle, and it’s intense enough to send you stumbling to the ground. for a few seconds, your mind spins from the shock until you realize you’re no longer standing.

“shit, y/n!” someone grabs your arm from the side, and you realize it’s danika. there’s a wave of concern from the crowd in the form of panicked screams and shouts. seeing everyone’s shocked faces makes your heart beat faster; you can’t help feeling like you need to defuse the situation, reassure the fans, and salvage what you can.

grinding your teeth together from the pain, you bring the microphone back up to your mouth with one hand while wrestling your heels off with the other. “i’m okay...the show ain’t over yet!” there are many cheers at that statement, though the aura of concern still persists. moving the mic away, you tell danika, “it’s fine, go back to your spot.” the rest of your dancers are still keeping with the choreography for the sake of professionalism; danika looks at you like you’ve lost it, but you shoo her away, so she rushes back to her place amongst the others.

now without your heels, you push yourself back to your feet and limp through the rest of the choreography, making a concerted effort to keep your voice steady through the pain.

as the last notes of the instrumental fizzle out, your dancers gather at your sides as they’re meant to do for the ending of this song, but a couple of them—including danika—sling their arms around you so they can support your weight. they lead you off the stage to the tune of thousands of screams, yet all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears. you’re so distracted you even forget to say your regular thank yous and goodbyes to the crowd.

you are able to keep yourself together until you get backstage and sherry wrangles you down into a chair and scolds you for still trying to dance on your injured foot—at which point you put your face in your hands and burst into tears.

“that was so stupid. i looked so stupid out there. what the fuck is wrong with me? everyone probably hates me now!”

“that’s not even true.” sherry sighs, now regretting how she immediately complained instead of trying to reassure you.

“no they don’t!” danika says at the same time. “you’re overthinking it. look, we just need to get you to the hospital.”

you shake your head, your eyes burning with tears and face still hidden by your hands. “this is why i hate heels.”

seulgi isn’t surprised at your injured state when you’re helped into the car, having already been alerted by your manager. she is startled by how much you’re crying over it, though she doesn’t show it. she’s never seen you shed one sad tear before this.

seulgi drives you to the nearest hospital with sherry, danika, and a couple other essential members of the entourage in tow. she doesn’t go in with you and the others, as it’s her job to have the car ready to swoop you away from any prying fans or paparazzi whenever you get done. instead, she spends most of her time in the car drumming her fingers against the wheel and fidgeting in her seat. the other percentage is spent resisting the urge to take her gloves off so she can bite her nails.

it feels like hours before sherry texts to update seulgi and you’re in her sights again, brought out in a wheelchair and your big sunglasses firmly covering your eyes. seulgi is a little taken aback at her own relief but doesn’t dwell on it long, as her main focus is getting you out of the parking lot in one piece amid the photographers trying to crowd the car.

sherry rolls down the window to growl at them, “get the fuck out of the way! we’re not paying for your hospital bills if you get run the fuck over!” this seems to be enough to back them down, though they’re clearly not happy about being spoken to in such a way.

the rest of the ride to the hotel manages to be fairly calm, and you are whisked up to your room by the others. seulgi parks the car in the parking garage and finally unclenches her hands from around the steering wheel. she yanks her chauffeur’s gloves off and runs her hands through her hair, feeling like one weight has lifted while another simultaneously settles itself down on her shoulders.

seulgi has barely stepped foot into her own room when she gets a text, and she sighs—doesn’t look like she’ll be clocking out for the night now. but after receiving texts from sherry all night, she doesn’t expect the message to be directly from you when she checks her phone.

2:03 a.m. y/n: can you come up to my room?

there’s no explanation. it’s just those seven words. seulgi’s heartbeat speeds up anyway.

within minutes, she’s being let into your room by sherry, who appears to be on her way out.

“you know what to do if you need anything,” sherry calls over her shoulder.

“yeah, i got it mom!” you reply, which earns you an eye roll from her.

sherry nods to seulgi as she slides past her, patting her on the shoulder. “you know she’s injured, so—take it easy, yeah?”

seulgi only scoffs at that, her ears reddening at the implication. she closes the door after her and walks to your bed, where you’re lying with your injured foot propped on a pillow and wrapped in a bandage. the TV is on a random station that seulgi knows you’re not even watching, the volume so low it might as well be muted.

“how are you doing? is your foot okay?”

you shrug, looking tired and disappointed with the world. “it’ll live, i guess. it’s a sprain, so it’ll heal eventually…good thing it’s not a damn fracture.”

“i’m glad it’s not serious,” seulgi says, allowing herself to breathe easier.

you sigh and recline further against the pillows. “feels kinda like the end of the world, though.”

“i know. i’m sorry. you were really good today, though, and i hope that counts for something.” seulgi absentmindedly scratches her thumbnail against one of the pillows on your bed. “you already know i thought the only girl was great,” she adds, referring to one of your new songs.

you lean your head on your hand, your face warming at her compliment. you think back to the night you’d invited a handful of close friends—including seulgi—to listen to that track and a couple other completed ones. “i don’t know why i released that song to the public. it seems too personal. and then i performed that tonight before falling flat on my ass in front of thousands? shit!”

seulgi gives a lopsided smirk. “has anybody ever told you how dramatic you are?”

you shake your head fiercely, pretending not to know. “no, never, i think?” before the conversation can continue down that road, you blurt out, “could you stay with me?”

“you want me to stay the night?” it certainly wouldn’t be the first time seulgi has stayed over with you, but she’s kind of surprised you want her around while you’re in this state.

in this context, you’re a little embarrassed to admit it, but you nod. “you just saw me have a complete meltdown over a fucking ankle that will heal anyway. we go together now.”

seulgi is even more dumbstruck by that statement, and her heart starts full-on hammering against her ribcage. she can’t tell if your tone is joking or not, which makes it harder to decipher if you’re actually claiming a relationship with her in this moment or just talking shit like you always do.

it doesn’t help that she’s still feeling a bit confused over your earlier interaction with danika and how it bothered her more than she anticipated. like you, she has begun wondering a little more deeply about where the boundaries of this arrangement end and begin.

at this point, she’s too afraid to ask. the opportunity seems to have passed as you peel back the comforter on the unoccupied side of the bed and pat it impatiently with an imploring look.

“i haven’t even showered since this morning,” seulgi says weakly.

“can’t you shower now?”

“i–yeah, i guess. but i’ll have to go back to my room to get clothes.”

“do you have to go? you can just wear the hotel robe here.” you gesture vaguely to the door of your closet, which is currently closed, but seulgi presumes the said garment must be there.

“and sneak out of the room like that in the morning?” seulgi looks at you in mock horror, and you laugh nervously.

“come on, i can just get sherry to run to the store and get you a new outfit—” you’re about to say something else but stop yourself. “or…maybe you’d rather just sleep in your own bed tonight? uh, that’s fine, i don’t want to—”

“no, i do!” seulgi starts hurriedly pulling her suit jacket off as if to prove to you her desire to stay. “seriously, stop overthinking it!” she calls out as she heads to the bathroom, though she’s also addressing herself.

and so you wait for seulgi to get finished while flipping through channels that don’t offer much to watch. the analog clock on the wall by the TV edges towards 3 a.m. with every minute, but a regular sleep schedule has been foreign to you for years now. your body feels the exhaustion, but your mind is too awake to allow sleep.

seulgi crawls into the bed beside you after she gets out of the bathroom, draped in the hotel robe as you suggested, her hair damp against her cheeks and face bare of makeup. she notices your restless demeanor and asks, “what are you thinking of?”

“i don’t want to think about anything right now,” you reply, which isn’t really an answer, but it’s better than having the awkward what are we? discussion that keeps plaguing your mind.

“what do you want to do instead, then?” seulgi asks, trying to probe your mind.

“you.”

seulgi sits up, knowing the tone of your voice and what it signifies. “you’re injured, y/n,” she murmurs, but she can guess how you’ll respond—which is why she shifts closer anyway. “at least let me do all the work.”

seulgi leans closer to kiss you on the lips, so sweetly that it makes you grin into the embrace. her damp hair tickles your face as you kiss, getting tiny drops of water on your skin. the droplets spread as her lips move to your neck and you slide one of your hands to the back of her head, feeling the strands slip between your fingers.

she remains careful of your injured right foot as she situates herself halfway between your legs, straddling your left thigh and letting you feel her bare against your skin from where your shorts have ridden up. one of her hands slips beneath your tank top, her fingers grasping your breast, thumb grazing across your hardening nipple, and it’s not long before the other hand joins to caress both of your breasts beneath the fabric. each moan that comes out of your mouth is greeted with a kiss from seulgi’s lips as your mouths remain enmeshed.

your hands settle on seulgi’s hips, and you can’t resist the urge to flex your thigh a bit and make the muscle shift against her. at your motion, her lips part in a moan similar to your own. “y/n, seriously…” her words dissolve into a chuckle as you make the motion again and drag her hips forward in tandem.

“sure you don’t want me to handle this?” you ask lowly, flexing your thigh again in reference to the aforementioned this making a wet mess on your skin.

“no, let me before you try to take over as usual.”

she slides down and tugs at the waistband of your shorts, and you carefully lift your hips up to aid her in getting them halfway down your legs. she’s hardly surprised to see your lack of underwear, which you have often cited as being “too restricting.”

her hands grasp both of your thighs as she kisses the skin above your navel, around it, across your hips, and down to your inner thighs, her tongue coming out to trace a path down your pubic mound until it meets the glistening pearl it’s looking for.

“seulgi…” you sigh, shifting your hips to get closer. she answers your call of her name with a wet swipe over your clit and several more after, closing her lips gently around the sensitive bud to heighten your pleasure. never able to keep still for long, she slides one hand off your thigh to spread your lips apart for more access, fitting her tongue inside you after she’s gotten you sufficiently worked up to where your clit is throbbing on her lips. her soft mouth on you has you forgetting the pain of your sprained ankle and the embarrassment of the day’s earlier events as your head sinks back against the headboard, every nerve in your body trembling with the anticipation of release.

she separates her tongue from you to tease two of her fingers at your entrance, stimulating the ultra-sensitive nerve endings there, and that move makes you nearly scratch at her arms to get her to bring her mouth back into play. “y/n, be patient…” she chuckles, her breath warm between your thighs. her fingers reach that spot inside you repeatedly only to flutter against it as she pleases, constantly shifting away and leaving you wanting just that much more.

“shit, i-i can’t take it,” you cry out, your voice breaking on the last word when her fingers stroke that spot and the tip of her tongue circles your clit at the same time. “you seriously expect me to be p-patient right now?”

“only for a little while longer,” she answers, looking at you from beneath her lashes, her skin the color of rose petals. “could you do that for me? i just don’t want this to end so soon.” you are so wet by now that the sounds of your slick occupy the pauses between her words, the sheets beneath you damp from your own wetness and your sweat.

your eyes slide closed after you regard her entreaty, and you offer no intelligible response besides a low, almost stifled moan. you’ve already made up your mind that you’ll make no promises anyway, because you can’t last much longer like this. the way her fingers move against your walls now, assuredly grazingthat spot every time and no longer purposely missing it, has your mind spinning out of control with the need for climax.

your jaw slackens when her mouth returns to you fully again, sucking up your wetness like it’s much-needed water and her tongue stroking across the most sensitive parts of you. the tension in your body tightens until the snapping point, a shaking and high-pitched gasp escaping your mouth.

you flex your legs so intensely that it makes your ankle hurt, but that pain gets lost somewhere in the rush of your orgasm, which spills forth and fills up every corner of your body simultaneously. your voice stutters out of you so that it sounds like you’re sobbing, and you think you might actually be when a tear or two slips from your eye. still deep inside you, seulgi keeps prolonging your climax until you are spent, sighing and slumping against the headboard at an uncomfortable angle.

seulgi rests her head upon your left leg and listens to your gradually slowing breathing, grinning to herself at being the cause of it.

“come on.” eventually, you pull on seulgi’s arms to bring her closer, and she follows. you taste yourself in the ensuing kiss, but you are more focused on sneaking your hand between her thighs, your fingers sliding in the slick and circling her clit before nudging lower to push inside her. her thighs tense around your hand, and she releases a pleasured moan. she requires no coaxing to rock against your hand, though you provide it anyway because you know she likes to hear you talk her through it. “such a good girl for me, aren’t you? i can’t get enough of you, seul.”

“for you,” she repeats, her head lolling on her shoulders as you crook your fingers into the spot she loves—and that you might possibly love even more, for the way she responds when you do it. one of her hands clenches in your shirt while the other goes to circle her clit as you continue fingering her.

“you’re the prettiest when you touch yourself,” you murmur, your own arousal pooling again even as you focus on her. your lips go to her neck and you nibble the skin gently there, causing her to shudder, the robe falling down her shoulders. the taste of her skin right out of the shower is one of your favorite things, you think.

seulgi‘s orgasm is as sweet as the kiss you share while she squeezes around your fingers. you shift your mouth so you can kiss the sweat beads off the side of her face, her jawline. you laugh quietly, perhaps from how much you enjoyed the pleasure you just shared, and she follows suit after catching her breath. it feels like only you two exist in the world right now, laughing for hardly any reason at all.

although tonight turned into possibly the shittiest night of your career, you think it couldn’t have ended any better than this.

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you wake up with some of seulgi’s hair in your face, and the sheer familiarity of it has you momentarily forgetting that you’re in another country. you are uncomfortable from sleeping on your back all night due to your foot, but you feel better from having her by your side first thing in the morning. you try not to think too deeply about how your heart throbs just from looking at her sleeping face—how cliche it all feels and yet you aren’t even together.

for some reason, that bothers you this morning more than it has any other morning.

more time passes before seulgi begins stirring against you; the sun has risen higher above the horizon and is now brightening the room considerably even through the curtains. seulgi covers her mouth as she yawns. somehow, this one simple action out of everything else is so endearing to you that it has you speaking before you can reconsider.

“uh, i meant what i said last night, you know,” you say, averting your eyes to the ceiling. maybe it will potentially hurt less if you don’t look.

“which part?” seulgi is still half-asleep as she moves flyaway hairs out of her eyes.

“that we…that we go together, actually. maybe we should do more than just have sex.”

seulgi blinks.

“the songs really all were written with you in mind,” you blurt out, as if it must be said now or never. “not really any relationship i had years ago.”

“you’re serious?” seulgi sits up now, becoming more conscious with each second and her surprise mounting.

“i’m very serious….and feeling a little dumb right now,” you answer, rubbing your hand across your forehead in a nervous gesture. you hadn’t planned for just how nerve-wracking the actual “feelings” part would be; the sex had always been easy.

“but what about danika?” seulgi rushes out, then startles like she hadn’t meant to say that at all.

“danika?”

“i just thought—you two are still close.”

“yes, but that’s been over for years.” at first, you assume that seulgi must be thinking the songs you wrote are actually about danika; but after considering what the other woman proposed to you yesterday, you realize it’s likely deeper than that. you make a move to sit up, and seulgi helps you up when she notices. “there’s nothing between me and danika, and i don’t want there to be. we are close and we play-fight and do stupid shit because that’s how we’ve always been, but i don’t want to do anything that’d make you uncomfortable.”

despite your words, seulgi pulls the robe tight around her shoulders in a self-conscious move. “but i don’t want to, like…intrude. or stop you from having fun with your friends. i’m the new person around here anyway. i mean, what if…i don’t know, i just—”

seulgi’s worries are interrupted when you grab her hands and bring them up to your face, pressing your lips to her knuckles. you keep them there for a few long moments before you lean forward to kiss her, and she responds in kind.

“you don’t have to worry about anything like that, okay? if i say it’s me and you, then it’s me and you. everybody else knows not to fuck with me on that,” you insist, and that pulls a laugh out of her as she shakes her head.

“fine,” she relents with a sigh and a smile, and though it’s just one word, you can tell you’ve eased her thoughts.

“could you trust me?” you ask quietly, still holding her hands. you press them to your chin, if only to feel her on as many places of your body as you can.

“yes. i can.”

the two of you sit like that for a few blissful minutes, simply breathing each other’s air and enjoying each other‘s company, before your phone starts ringing and doesn’t stop. sighing, you see that it’s a call from sherry and know you have to answer or she’ll never stop calling.

“what’s up, sherry?” you ask, leaving one hand free so that you can keep playing with seulgi’s fingers.

“i hate to break up all the fun for you guys, but you’re aware that we’re checking out today, yes?” there’s movement and talking in the background, so you figure the others must be in the room with her. “i’ll be up there for you soon, so don’t even think about complaining. and make sure you have some damn clothes on!”

“of course, mother dearest. anything else i should know?” you quip, giggling.

“anything you should know? yeah: i’m not playing. i’ll carry you outta there if i have to.”

“okay okay, i got it. loud and clear. let me get dressed now, bye!” you hang up the phone before sherry can say anything else and almost go to leap off the bed like you usually would before remembering your ankle is injured.

“y/n!” seulgi exclaims, grasping your arm tight so you don’t slide off the bed. she rolls her eyes before you both laugh at your silly mistake. “looks like i’ll have no choice but to stick around…if only to keep you safe.”

[sassyjoy]

once again

genre: smut

part 1: paradise

word count: 2.6k

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"do you think everyone knew already?" 

"knew what?" 

"peaches? that thing happened in the storage room?" you said hastily. 

"why would everyone know that we had sex?" joy laughs. 

"because someone saw us? i definitely heard the door closing. is this situation funny to you?" 

"if you're that anxious, you should have gone back to the city when you had the chance." 

"what?" 

joy looks at you, "your aunt's already back. you were only supposed to work here for a week, remember?" 

"and besides, don't you have a job back home? why did you extend your visit here when you originally planned only to stay here for seven days?" 

"to worry if someone has seen us screwing in that secluded area of the storage room?" you immediately covered joy's mouth upon hearing what she said. you looked around if anyone was near, nervous that someone caught the words slipped past her lips. 

she removed your hand on her face and asked, "are we done? can i continue doing my job now?" 

"aren't you afraid of the idea that someone might saw us? aren't you afraid of that news being known by everyone? aren't you close with them? aren't you worried that your 'godly' image will be tainted?" you asked consecutively that made her look at you with furrowed eyebrows. 

she took one step closer to you and said, "i am not afraid if someone saw me getting railed. i don't really care if that 'person' spread that news to everyone. i mean, who cares? what's wrong with having sex?" 

"stop worrying over nothing. you're just overreacting." joy said when she gave you a playful smack on your arm to ease your mind. 

"was that sex too good for you to be concerned?" joy laughs before fleeing the place. she did not even look to see how dumbfounded you are to her remark. she's being cocky when you're about to lose your mind.

you've been annoying her for days now since you had sex with her in the storage room, but she's just giving you her displeased look, obvious that she's not amused by what you're saying. 

you extended your stay in the province for another week and your auntie was more than pleased to hear that. she thought that you enjoyed doing farm work, but what she didn't know is that you had more fun doing joy. you can't seem to forget that day. she was great; you loved every second with her during that moment. 

you were actually more worried by the idea that someone has seen joy naked in that cold room instead of you being seen doing the actual deed. the moment you saw her nude body, you knew that it shouldn't be shared with others and that it shouldn't be seen by anyone except you. most of the workers in the farm were men; they would probably imagine her flesh as they jack off. that's what you believe in since you had already done that just by thinking of her.

you wanted to have sex with her again, but you couldn't find the perfect timing. every time you were about to ask her, someone would talk to her about something nonsense. you were about to think that everyone approaches her wants to get in her pants. 

one time, you were assigned in cleaning the dining area together as your group finished lunch when someone came to get her so you were all alone doing the dishes. she clocked out early because of that. is that person someone important to her? that she left her job in the afternoon to be with him for the rest of the day? when you asked your co-workers who that was, they said it's the veterinarian whom joy is close with. his name is youngwoo. 

the following day, youngwoo came to visit the farm again. he kept chatting with joy and for some reason you find that very annoying. you haven't even had a chance to talk to her in the morning as youngwoo wouldn't leave her side for a minute. 

〰️

it was your day off, but your aunt asked you to give a deliver a package somewhere. she said it was urgent so you immediately left the area to take it. the drop off place isn't far, probably a 10-minute walk from where you are staying? you pressed the doorbell and to your surprise, it was joy who opened the door. so this is where she lives. 

"what are you doing here?" she asked as she opened the door. she was wearing this white shirt that almost reached her knee and maybe shorts underneath it? you're not sure since she's wearing an oversized tee and you can't see her outfit fully. 

you handed her a small parcel, "my aunt asked me to give you this." you were about to leave when joy called your name. 

"hey, wanna come inside?" 

her place is small, but it's perfect for someone who lives alone. you could tell that she loves scented candles as there were some placed on the table. you were amazed at how clean her home is. her books are arranged and her plants have their designated spot and not just they were placed around in the room. there is a huge stuffed toy beside her bed and you wonder if she has ever used that to please herself. 

you were just looking around her unit minutes ago and here you are letting joy sit on your lap. you were kissing each other, obvious how thirsty you were to one another. her legs were wrapped around your waist, and her arms around your nape, not wanting to let you go.

the kissing session went steamy. both of you were touchy. you kept caressing her back down to her butt over her shorts to squeeze it. joy, on the other hand, kept on grinding her clothed sex on your bulge. she's wearing black shorts with thin fabric so she can feel how hard you are in your pants. 

"your lips are so soft." you whispered in her ear, trailing the kisses to her neck that made her eyes shutter close. your hands traveled inside her oversized shirt and made its way to her breasts and to your surprise, she isn't wearing a bra. joy cupped your face to kiss you again. she nibbled your lower lip as you play with her nipples beneath her shirt. you just love how perfect her breasts were in size. it feels like they are made just to fit in your hands so you can play with it. 

you were about to remove her shirt when a sound of the doorbell was heard. the two of you quickly pulled away from each other, surprised at what you had just heard. joy pulled down her shirt as she went off your lap. she hurriedly fixed her hair before opening the door. 

"youngwoo? hey, what are you doing here?" joy asked youngwoo who came unannounced. you went near the door that made joy push you onto the side so you won't be seen by her guest. the door is still partly opened, and you're guessing joy doesn't want to let him in. the idea of joy not wanting youngwoo to come over inside and you being invited makes you laugh. 

"you forgot this at my clinic yesterday." youngwoo said and you can see a paper bag being handed to joy. she looked at what's inside and her cheeks turned red that made you curious on what she received. 

"i think you pushed that under my table when someone came in yesterday."

joy threw the bag away, but you were quick to catch it. her eyes went big at what you did, nervous that youngwoo might see you. 

"i still can't believe you just pulled down your skirt and left without your underwear." he chuckled. you dropped the bag on the floor upon seeing what's inside. you scoffed when you realized what was happening. 

"what's that noise?" her unwanted guest asked as he tried to look inside her apartment. but joy was swift to cover his view. 

"uh, nothing!" she signaled you to move back to your hiding spot. 

"hey, i'm really busy right now- i'll call you later. bye!" joy said before closing the door. youngwoo wasn't even able to bid goodbye when the door was shut. joy quickly picked up the bag on the floor and before she even placed it somewhere, you found yourself kissing and pinning her on her door. 

you haven't heard any footsteps leaving joy's unit. you knew that youngwoo is still there outside. maybe he's waiting for joy to come out again? is he expecting that he's fucking joy tonight? that their 'unfinished business' yesterday will resume? well, too bad. you're the one fucking her today. he must've done everything to her when he had the chance. 

you hurriedly pulled down her shorts and underwear to only see her pussy already wet. you're only kissing, but she's already this wet? you wonder if youngwoo has the same effect on her. 

you didn't think twice and just shoved your mouth on her core. it was smooth and plump, and you love every part of it. joy is pleased with what you are doing to her. you could tell that you are doing a great job eating her out when she started grinding on your face. you held her waist to be in place. she moaned loud when you suck her hard. you love how she tastes. 

"is that all you can do? fuck me with your mouth?" joy said as she held your hair as if her life depended on it. you went back to her lips and she could taste herself from your mouth. 

"why? hasn't youngwoo fucked you good enough?" you inserted a finger inside her dripping pussy that made joy open her mouth out of surprise. she didn't see that coming.

"is he that bad? that you invited me inside so we can fuck?" you added another finger causing her to hold onto your shoulder for support. her knees weaken as you continue to hit her spot inside her cunt. 

"or you just wanted me to fuck you until you can't walk again?" you said while joy shut her eyes tightly. you felt hot liquid on your fingers, and when you looked down, you saw her squirt. she released a heavy sigh when you pulled out your fingers. 

"just... just fuck me already." joy said breathlessly. you made her suck your fingers coated with her cum and you find her pretty as she gladly tastes herself off your fingers. 

joy watched as you remove your pants and briefs. she saw how your dick sprung out of your underwear, hard and with veins poking out. she momentarily forgot how big you are and how she had a hard time walking after you had sex. 

you made her face the cold wall of her room and without any warning, you filled her hole with your long and thick cock. this position is definitely one of her favorites. doggy style. she matched your thrusts with moans. you gave her ass a slap and you saw the mark it left on her right cheek. your left hand is on her waist, steadying her as you fuck her, while your right hand wander over her body. 

"please... please fuck me harder." joy says as you continue to pound into her fat ass. your hand reached for her breast beneath her oversized shirt and gave it a light squeeze. joy removed the remaining fabric she's wearing making you smirk as you don't have to tell her what you wanted to do.

"you're so fucking tight!" you slapped her butt causing her to whimper. you leaned forward and placed soft kisses on her shoulder. as you continue to rock your pelvis on her ass, you held her dark long hair in your fist and yanked it downwards. joy could hear the slapping sounds from her behind as you kept pounding deeper and deeper. 

"touch me... right there." joy moaned when you cupped her breasts and played with her hardened nipples. her eyes were about to roll behind because of the pleasure she was feeling. you loved how messy she looked when you fucked her last time, and it just turns you even more now that you're seeing that version of her again. 

"does he fuck you like this?" you whispered in her ear as you punctuate each word with a hard thrust. you shoved your cock more, hitting a certain spot that made her moan loudly. 

"no- shit!" joy answered before tucking her lower lip under her teeth. you love the way your cock slips in and out of her cunt easily. you're addicted to how tight her hole is. this is probably the reason why you have decided to extend your stay in the province. you can't get enough more of her body. 

"joy?" a loud knock was heard from outside of the door. you both knew it was youngwoo. he's been there for minutes already. you wonder if he already has the idea that joy is getting railed in her apartment. 

youngwoo kept calling joy but the latter couldn't care less. the only thing joy cares about is how hard and good you're drilling each inch of your thick dick inside her and that how rough you're fucking her. 

"seems like i'm not the only one who likes your body, huh?" your pelvis slaps against her ass, making her perky breasts, butt cheeks and thighs jiggle. other men in the farm would definitely do anything just to be in your position right now. it's visible that they're lusting over joy's sexy body whenever she's working with them. it's funny how they've been working with her for months already, but you got to fuck her before them and you're just staying here temporarily. 

"fuckkk!" few more pumps and joy orgasms first. you felt her clench around you as you keep thrusting into her. you placed your hands on her waist, too focused on filling her with your cock. her legs are shaking, feeling weak as you keep crashing onto her pussy. you've resisted for as long as you can until hot spurts of cum were released from your cock. joy felt your cum dripping down to her legs when you loaded it inside her cunt. 

she lied down on the floor, her pussy still throbbing from the intense activity. her hair was all around her face and you could tell that she got tired as she was still breathless and some sweat dripped from her chest. 

"let's clean up first." you chuckled when you didn't get a response from joy. you picked her up like she weighs nothing, and she was too surprised by your action that she quickly held onto your nape. 

"what? you sore?" she slaps your chest upon hearing what you said.

"isn't it obvious?" 

"sorry, can't help but to fuck you hard." you laughed, knowing you did that because you knew that there's a chance that youngwoo heard both of your moans. maybe if he heard that he'd stop pestering joy and you'll be able to have her all on your own. and speaking of youngwoo, it seems like he left midway your intercourse. it's funny how you fucked joy too well that she forgot that he knocked when you're having sex earlier. 

you entered the bathroom and gently placed her down. you proceeded to open the faucet of the shower to clean her. you were telling the truth when you said that you'll clean her up, but an idea just popped into your mind.

“shit- stop…” joy moaned when she felt your finger teasing her pussy. you kissed her shoulder and her nails dug on your skin as she started to lose her senses again. “just my fingers, i promise.” you whispered. she bit her lower lip, which you find very hot, then you added another finger and started fingering her faster.