#red velvet scenarios

[writerpetals]

breathless | 🔞

; optional female lead smut |  ☁️

You’re already breathless by the time she sinks her favorite toy inside of you. It’s strapped around her hips and you whimper her name as she thrusts beneath you, wrapped up in one another with arms around her and her mouth on you. She teases and toys with your nipples, licking, sucking, biting, while your hips begin to move against her, eyes closing, head falling back in pure bliss.

“You’re needy tonight,” she teases you, a dominating yet playful tone to match her aura and you simply melt into her. It’s no secret after time apart just how much you can grow to need her, already dripping by the time she eased the toy deep into you and now the room spins as she tends to your body. Rolling your hips against her, you say nothing, only a moan falling from your lips to tell her she’s right. You are needy. “Ride me,” she orders, another thrust of her hips from below as she pumps the toy deeper inside of you. 

You follow her words, of course. Another whimper slips from your lips, a gasp when you feel the rounded tip press farther inside your dripping walls. Your body is hot in her hold as her hands roam every inch and she only pulls her mouth away to chuckle at how desperate you are. 

“Fuck me,” you cry out breathlessly, grinding yourself against her to feel warmth spiraling from between your thighs. She chuckles again, reaching to grip your ass, and then rolls her hips into you. Another surge of electric pleasure jolts through you. Your mind grows numb. Your legs tremble around her. You only need a little more motivation to reach your peak. 

“Lean back,” she instructs, and you follow her commands once again. Your back falls to the bed in seconds and she’s between your thighs once more, gripping the thick base of the plastic toy with one hand before easing it into your soaked heat. A gasp falls from your lips before you moan her name, feeling her beginning to thrust into you just as you close your eyes. Then you feel her hand fall to your body, her thumb brushing over your clit to send a surge of warmth shooting down your spine.

“Please,” you whimper, showing her just how needy you are. She moans at the tremble in the word and the way your body looks beneath her as she fucks you, spread open, trembling, the toy sinking into your dripping warmth, begging for more and dying to come. With a smirk, her hips work faster as she massages your clit, earning every moan of her name, every breathless whimper, and every time you cry out not to stop, that you’re so close.

“Come for me,” she groans, pumping the toy into you harder, deeper, making quick work of your clit with circles around the swollen bud. Your body tenses and she can feel how close you’re getting as a final gasp falls from your lips. The pleasure of red hot heat surges through your body as you come undone, rolling your hips, riding out the bliss against her as she continues fucking you. With legs trembling, your back arches from the bed as the bursts of ecstasy roll through your body, and you finally begin to come down while her motions slow.

She carefully pulls out of you with a giggle, happy to have given you the pleasure you desperately needed.  

[alcoholfreenayeon]

can you do co worker Irene x fem reader,where Irene secretly has a crush on reader and she waits every time for her.But this day readers ex didnt stop calling reader and ended up waiting for her at work so Irene went to reader and acted like her gf.Later Irene took reader to her home and they made out ,THENN READERS EX CALLED AGAIN.irene told her to answer the call and while they were talking reader couldn't stop moaning (English isn't my first language sorry)

A/N: Well….as I wrote this, I realized it was not so much smut but more fluff that’s a bit suggestive so this will be a bit disappointing for all of you who voted for this expecting smut😭(but also horny jail for you all🚔) anyways, this is probably the last request I’m doing before I finish the Angst April fics unless I get a random burst of creativity.

Stupid Cupid

Irene x fem!reader

CW: Fluff, suggestive

Your phone started ringing, once again, right on time, your ex calling you exactly 5 minutes after your lunch break starts so you have no excuse to not pick up other than that you don’t want to talk.

You sigh and pick up, knowing the calls will continue to come if you don’t pick up. “Hello….”

As you talk with your ex, telling her the same thing you have been for the past month, you are seemingly unaware of an annoyed stare in your direction, albeit from afar. Irene watches you, an exasperated look on her face. ‘The audacity of that stupid woman to keep calling her y/n’, she thought to herself. ‘Well…not her y/n….yet’. She really wanted to walk over, snatch the phone out of your hand, tell your ex to fuck off, block her and then kiss you. But alas, she couldn’t do that. And that annoyed her even more. Regardless, she was about to get on with her work when her ears perked up at something you said.

“What! What do you mean you are on your way here? I don’t want to see you. I already sa-. No, we don’t need to give it another tr-…..fine, whatever”, you sigh and put down your phone, rolling your eyes in irritation, unsure of what will happen next when you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turn and find that it’s Irene, your coworker. Supposedly she’s the scary one but she’s been nothing but sweet to you so you have always chalked it down to her just being more prompt and serious than the rest.

“I, ahem, I did the….”, Irene begins but trails off when you take the sheets of paper from her, your hands lingering on hers for a second. You smile at her and you could have sworn she blushed. “……I couldn’t help it but I overheard you on the phone…”, she says hesitantly.

“Ugh..yea..my ex…it’s just a mess”, you start, “and yeah I know I can just block or her not answer or whatever but like…I think she won’t let up as long as she thinks she can win me back…”

Irene listened to you, a concerned look on her face, a slight frown forming on her face before her expression softened again. “Y/n….maybe…”, she hesitates, you see her cheeks flushing, “you should tell her you are seeing someone else…or something”, she quickly added at the end.

You sigh, “I wish it was that easy, she’ll keep on pressing me even then, who is it, how do they look, why them etc etc. Thanks for the suggestion though”.

Irene stayed quiet, a bit stumped. That’s when you hear a shout, “Y/N there you are!”. And you see your ex walk up and you sigh. This was not going to be pretty….

She walks right up to you and you can’t deny it, she does look really pretty, “Y/n…”, she smiles, “look I’m sorry for being so pushy lately…but I really think we are making a mistake. Like it’s been a little while now and it’s been difficult for me and you said it’s been hard for you too so why don’t we just make out-up, oops”, she giggled.

Irene couldn’t believe what she was hearing, no way Y/N would fall for this trap right? Like it was so blatantly obvious.

You stayed silent…yes she was not completely wrong, you had been feeling a bit lonely lately and you did miss intimacy but you had been focusing on your job lately and that made it much easier, like for some reason you didn’t feel like working was such a burden anymore. But did you really want to start over once again?

As you considered your options, your ex took a step closer, smiling, her hands reaching for your cheek.

That’s when Irene suddenly stood up, a determined expression on her face as she got in between you two. “Stop. And leave. She doesn’t want you. How many times does she have to tell you before you understand huh?”, she says calmly but also coldly.

Your ex seems taken aback for a moment before she chuckles, “Who even are yo-”

“I’m her girlfriend.”, Irene says defiantly.

Now your ex looks stunned. She gives Irene a once over, a frown forming on her face and she faces you back again, “Y/N? What is she….”

You look at Irene and then your ex and make up your mind, “Yea, it’s true….”.

“You both are lying, there’s no way, I don’t believe-”, she begins again but is cut off.

“Believe what you want but that’s the truth. And none of your business anymore anyway so just go away”, Irene snaps.

Dumbstruck, your ex just stares at Irene who grabs your hand takes you back to your desk, as soon she’s out of sight, you notice Irene is completely red faced and she lets go of your hand slowly, reluctantly…and then glances at you, unsure of what of say when you hug her, “Thanks for that, you shouldn’t have…now she’ll be after you too…”

“I don’t think I should worry about that too much”, Irene replies, seemingly unbothered.

“No…I mean like…I’m pretty sure she’s gonna be at the parking lot when you leave, watching us to see whether we were lying or not…”, you sigh.

“Oh”, Irene says quietly as she realizes what you mean, “I…I guess maybe we just…just pretend abitlongerthenright?”

“Huh…oh..oh!”, you are a bit surprised Irene is still willing to continue with this facade, “S-sure…I guess that works…maybe it’ll put her off for good? But…what do we do?”

“……maybe….you come with me…you know instead of taking the bus…just pretend I’m dropping you home or something?”, Irene says quietly.

You consider it for moment before nodding in agreement and that was the plan.

Hours later as you get in the passenger seat of Irene’s car, you notice through the side mirror that a familiar car was in the distance, observing. You sigh and point it out to Irene who says nothing and begins to drive in silence.

A couple minutes in, you notice that your ex is still following and you once again tell Irene who suggests maybe you both go to her house for a bit so the ex doesn’t bother you and has no choice but to believe you both are dating.

20 minutes later, you are sitting awkwardly in Irene’s living room while she gets some snacks. You both eat a few biscuits and then Irene suddenly becomes really quiet, she looks at you and takes a deep breath, “Y/N…..I have something to tell you…”

You look at her, perplexed and tilt your head, “what is it?”, however as you say it, you suddenly become very conscious of her hand on top of yours, the way she is looking at you right now, how you yourself look at the moment and why suddenly it feels like there’s so much tension between you both.

She hesitates…and hesitates again and then looks away, moving her hand and shifting away looking frustrated, “Nevermind…it’s nothing…my bad”.

“Huh”, you feel surprised and a bit hurt that it seems like Irene isn’t completely comfortable around you, “Come on, just say it, you’ve already said you are my girlfriend”, you say smiling and nudge her, “What could be-”, you falter when you see Irene look back up at you, nervously biting her lip and then suddenly putting both her arms on your shoulders, pushing you back a little and she starts to lean in, as if you kiss you.

Not knowing what to do you just shut your eyes and a moment later you felt her lips on yours. She kissed you and kissed you again and this time you kissed her back and before you even realized you both had begun to make out. A minute later Irene finally pulled back, both of you red faced and breathless, panting, looking at the other.

Irene clenched her fists and suddenly blurted out, “I meant it when I said I want to be your girlfriend”.

You slowly blinked, “what…..”

She sighs in frustration, looking away, blushing, “don’t make me say it again…..”

Unbelievable, was Irene really saying she liked you? What! Did she always like you? Is that why it always seemed she was nicer to you? Did you like her too? You didn’t think so but…at the same time why did it feel so good when she kissed you, why did your heart pound when she said she was your girlfriend….why couldn’t you take your eyes off her when she drove you here…..did….did you like her too? Maybe…enough atleast to be willing to give it a shot with her.

You look at her and she doesn’t meet your eyes but you feel her tense up, waiting for your reply and then this time, you kiss her. Irene gasps but then leans into it, melting into your arms. She then caresses your cheek and begins to take off her jacket, “Y/N…..I want you”

Even though that makes you want you bury your face and squeal, you manage to stay somewhat calm, smirking at her, “what are you waiting for then?”, you say moving back and leaning against the sofa.

As Irene gets on top of you, her eyes full of desire, suddenly your phone starts ringing loudly completely ruining the mood…you both sigh and you pick up….

“Hello….oh it’s you…what now, honestly you are just being really annoying now”, you say, annoyed now that your ex is still calling you. “No, I don-ah!”, you cover your mouth as you almost moaned because Irene just began to kiss your neck. You try to give her a look to stop but shakes her head, “keep talking”, she says smugly while continuing to kiss your neck while her hands begin to undress you.

A few minutes later, you were shivering, almost completely naked, your neck and shoulders full of hickeys and your ex almost crying on the phone as she cuts the call, realizing what was happening.

You take a deep breath and toss your phone away, ready to jump at Irene but she beats you to it, getting on top of you, her hand clamping your mouth shut, “you were so bad right now, couldn’t even be quiet while on the phone…that can’t happen, so I’m going to test you now”, she whispered as her hands began to sink lower and lower, “if you stay quiet….I’ll let you off or else you are going to be edged again and again until I get what I want from you ok?”…….

[seullovesme]

» BY LUCK 13. - this has gotta be a joke

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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?

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[nanawritesit]

Irene Girlfriend Headcanons!

She prefers that you call her “Joohyun” rather than Irene. She wants to feel like you know the real her instead of her stage presence.

Speaking of which, she often slips into her Daegu dialect around you

You were never intimidated by her like everyone else was, you were warm and loving regardless of how “scary” she seemed

It took her a while to open up to you about her inner thoughts and feelings. She’s so used to bottling it all up in order to be a good leader that she doesn’t stop to think when she might need help

But you help her with that, constantly reassuring every single one of her insecurities. Even when she doesn’t ask, you’ll always be the first one to tell her she’s done well!

She cooks you seaweed soup every year for your birthday just like she does for the members 💚

Ordering her tea for her whenever you’re at a coffee shop because she’s too afraid of being judged by the barista for not liking coffee

Eating her vegetables for her (if you like them ofc)

Finally convincing her to stop dying her hair and stick with her natural black color because it’s her favorite and it suits her best

It took her a long time to accept it, but Joohyun is a lover of the simple things in life. You guys don’t need any extravagant outings or fancy gifts to be happy! Things like reading together, watching the sunset, taking walks, listening to music, cooking her favorite tteokbokki… those are what draw you together.

Holding her while she cries watching “The Notebook”

You started keeping perfumes in your car and carrying essential oils with you everywhere since she’s so sensitive to smells

You also help bring her back down to Earth when she starts spacing out, waving a hand in front of her face and never making a huge fuss over it. You just remind her what she was talking about and continue on with your conversation

Joohyun is also a lover of solitude. However you’re the only one she makes an exception for. She loves taking you to Ttukseom Island or the Folk Museum in Bukcheon. They’re her happy places and she wants to share them with you!

Because of her, you started keeping a journal. The two of you have nights where you just sit in silence and write together 🥰

She won’t hesitate to correct you on your spelling and grammar, even over text 😑

You feel like you learn something new about her every day. She’s always so reserved, and her mind runs at a mile a minute, so every once in a while she’ll just drop this huge piece of Joohyun lore that takes you by surprise

Always giving her your fortune cookies and lottery tickets because she just has so much good luck

If you play video games or do puzzles, and you just can’t get pass a certain stage, she’ll just walk over and figure it out for you in seconds, and it leaves you baffled every time

Making her show you how the heck she can draw a perfect circle (you still can’t understand after a thousand times)

She has a tendency to “mother” you. (Doing your laundry, making you go to bed early, telling you take your vitamins and drink water…) You’ll have to explain to her that while you appreciate her trying to help, she doesn’t need to worry about you so much!

She’s still going to do your laundry though. She just loves doing it too much not to.

I hope you don’t mind having a high heat bill, because Joohyun cannot handle the cold! (If not, you’ll have to loan her several of your hoodies and blankets!)

Comforting her whenever she encounters heights, water, or loud noises

Her manager tried to tell her to avoid PDA with you to protect her image and avoid a scandal, but she just can’t stop herself from holding your hand or clinging to your arm!

Once word gets out that the two of you are dating, she really has no problem telling the fans that while she hopes they can be supportive, she’s going to be with you whether they like it or not.

She would give up everything if it meant she could stay with you, and you would do the same for her in a heartbeat 💜

[girlgroupshots]

Christmas Kink - Day 1 (RED VELVET Joy)

pairing: joy x reader rating: T for some suggestive themes summary: Santa Sooyoung wants to know if you’ve been good this year word count: 501 consider buying me a coffee if you enjoy!

“Have you been good this year?”

The question caused your throat to dry, your mouth flapping like a fish out of water for a moments. It wasn’t just the sultry voice that sooyoung spoke with that had your stomach in knots. The santa dress she was wearing had your eyes falling out of your head and your heart racing in your chest.

Her shoulders were bare, the top of the dress settling on her chest. Meanwhile the skirt ended high enough to be presentable yet still expose her delicious thighs to your view. You didn’t remember Santa looking like this in any of the movies growing up.

“If i knew that this is what Santa looked like I would have eaten my vegetables more often.”

Sooyoung laughed, smile spreading as rose-colored cheeks dimpled. She took a second to compose herself before doing a strut, one tempting leg placed in front of the other as she walked towards you. Her hips swayed, the skirt moving to and fro as she did so. It was practically a sensory overload with your eyes having trouble figuring out where to focus first.

“Does that mean you’ve been misbehaving?” she asked, her voice sultry as she got back into character.

As she drew closer she reached out, her finger tapping under your chin. Sooyoung bent down so she was eye level with you; simultaneously giving you a view of her luscious cleavage. A manicured brow raised, waiting for your response as her finger moved to stroke your cheek. Usually, Sooyoung was the playful fun

“D-do I get a present if I’ve been good?” you finally stuttered out.

“Of course. But only if you’ve been good,” her finger traced your collarbone, eyes briefly darting to your lips. You swore there was a moment of hesitation as she took her own bottom lip between her teeth for a second before letting it go, “There are no rewards for those on the naughty list.”

“That’s a shame. I don’t think my girlfriend will be getting anything then…Ow!”

You instinctively rubbed your arm at the feeling of a pinch on your skin. Despite very clearly being the perpetrator of the sudden act, Santa Sooyoung looked at you with an innocent smile. And she was the one deciding who was misbehaving?!

“I heard your girlfriend is the sweetest and kindest girl around,” Sooyoung hummed.

“And prettiest,” you added.

“And prettiest.”

“And sneakiest.”

“And sne–” she stopped short and gave you a look. Clearing her throat she continued, “This isn’t about her. This is about you. Now…”

Sooyoung took your hand and moved it to her chest, allowing you to squeeze and feel the soft breast hidden beneath her red outfit. You could feel your neck flushing and skin growing hot just from that simple act. It was no secret you were weak for her in every sense of the word and she knew it. In that sense, the answer to her next question was obvious.

“Do you want your gift?”

[purecantarella]

Yes Ma'am

im a little loopy writing this because of rotc but its fine, its an adventure, my lovelies!! i hope you all enjoy this one!! brat!irene x reader disclaimer/s : smut. i suggest going to look for fluffier or angstier content.

You slipped on your suit jacket before looking around to look for the tie you saved for the dinner with you and Irene's friends. A sigh breaks from your lips as you lift the loose clothes around you.

Before you could utter any curses in frustration, your fiancée pipes up from behind you, the tie in hand, twirling in between her fingers gingerly with a cheeky smirk, "Looking for this, hotshot?"

You chuckle as she struts up to you, sinfully high heels and in nothing but a thin night slip. Knowing full well she would rather have you home with her than to go to a random dinner with both your friends. You reach out for the tie only for her to wrap it around your neck.

Your pulse hammers as she slinks around the back of your neck, drawing you closer. The cherry scent of her lipgloss enticing you, gaze remaining on her pink lips. Allowing your mind to wonder she smirks to herself.

Irene tugs you closer, her lips touching the corner of your jaw. Your breath trembles as she does, the contact innocent but you were familiar with that glint in her eyes. "Irene." You begin sternly only for her to brush you off.

"You know I could just tell everyone you aren't feeling well..." The shorter woman trails her kisses lower to your neck, allowing her lips to linger on your sweet spot, right atop your clavicle. You swallow hard as you stare down at her lust laden eyes. "And that I needed to nurse you back to health."

You chuckle darkly before taking her hands in yours, "Counter offer," Pausing to place her hands behind her back, keeping them there with one hand while the other props her head up to make her keep your gaze. "We're going to dinner, you're going to be my good little girl..." You smirk watching her cheeks flush at the name, "And if you do that, you'll be rewarded tonight."

Catching her lips between yours, your tongue skimming across her lower lip teasingly. A soft whine breaks from her as you pull away. With a quirked brow, your lips press to the conch of her ear, whispering with much conviction and power, "You're going to be a good girl for me, yes?"

Irene bites her lip as your hand stroke her waist slowly, she gets on her tippy toes and pecks your lips gently, "The best, ma'am."

You smirk before letting her hands free, and fixing the tie around your neck. Eyes glued on Irene's silhouette as she got changed, knowing full well she was putting on a show for you. You silently pray that she would keep her word.

Short to say, the dinner was hell.

From the moment you arrived, Irene had done nothing but tease you, stroking your stomach as you both sat in the den, her leg rubbing up against yours during the dinner proper, her eyes never leaving yours as she did, and of course the comments here and there.

"Yes I would say, Y/n is very, very good with her mouth." When discussing your eloquence. "If she's lucky it won't be the only creamy meal she'll have tonight." Whispered to her cousins between swigs of her red wine. And the real kicker, "Y/n's a softy, she'll cave in to anything I want, wouldn't you say so sweetie?"

Irene's eyes were glued onto you, you grit your teeth together as you wonder how shameless your fiancée is. You down the whiskey Seulgi had given you before excusing yourselves from the party, claiming that you had work early the next day. But the glances you got made you very aware the other guests knew why you were leaving.

"Eager, N/n?" She teases with a small smirk only to be met with silence.

The ride home was silent but you saw how her lips upturned, under the impression she'd get exactly what she wanted. You grumble curses to yourself as you pull up to the parking, turning the car off. Still not looking at her, "I want you in the bedroom, stripped down and ready for me."

You turn to face her, a stoic expression falling on your face as you take her chin in your hand, forcing her to look at you. Fighting back the smirk from peeking on your lips, Irene is staring at you with a darkness in her eyes. "Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am." She responds before slipping out of the car as you feel your cheeks heat up. You wait a few minutes, taking your phone out to apologize to your friends for leaving as early as you did to which they responded with smirking faces and 'get it' messages.

Before long, you step into your shared home with Irene. You slip into your shared bedroom only for frustration, in more ways than one, building as you saw Irene staring back at you defiantly

"Why the hell do you insist on being a fucking brat, Irene." You growl as she turns to face you with a teasing and sultry grin on her face as she removes her make-up and accessories.

You tug her from her vanity chair. Quickly, you're a mere breathe's away, she gasps at your sudden movements. You glare at her, "Each time tonight you go out of your way to disobey me." She moans loudly as your hands slip down to her bottom, squeezing before laying a quick slap to her bouncy flesh. "Just how desperate are you, slut?"

"Not very nice, Y/n. You shouldn't tease that way." You laugh dryly before pulling her down onto the bed, with her atop you. She hadn't reclaimed her bearings when you tore her dress open, leaving her body exposed for you. Irene gasps as your lips take her neck roughly, leaving dozens upon dozens of reddening marks, "You have no fucking right, Joohyun." You growl into her skin.

"I asked one thing, to wait for an hour at most before I gave into your desires." She whines as you smack her clothed cunt. "But you just had to go about parading just how horny you were."

She cries out as you move from her front to the back, slapping her firm bottom. Once, twice, thrice, the sound rings out through your room, paired with Irene's moans. You lose count until your fiancée has tears in her eyes and is clawing at your shoulder, grinding down, desperately looking for any friction against her cunt.

"Tonight is going to be so fucking long, desperate whore." You whisper as your hand smooths out her red and hot ass. Before Irene can say anything more, your hand quickly tangles between her dark locks, simultaneously snapping your hand back onto her ass. She whines and grinds down into your

"No. More. Fucking. Talking." You whisper, each word being emphasized with a harsh slap on her bottom. Irene was all but drooling as your hand continuously collided with her awaiting skin. Her arms now wrapped around your neck as the most obscene noises from her lips. "Y/n—"

"Not my name to you anymore, brat." You clutch her hair tighter, her voice becoming thin as she cries out in a twisted mix of pleasure and pain. "If you so much as say anything but yes, stop, or ma'am, I'll make sure that walking into practice tomorrow is the hardest thing you've ever had to do."

You pull her into a rough kiss, you're sure that both your lips would be bruised after this little encounter of yours. You pull her head back as you whisper, lips turning up a little seeing the aroused flush of her cheeks, eyes dark, and her mouth agape slightly, catching her breath.

When she doesn't respond, you push your thigh into her needy and damp cunt as your hands soothed her overused ass. "Do you understand, brat?"

Irene smiles dazed, "Yes ma'am."

and irene will forever be my greatest fantasy because out of all the idols i stan i think she would be the most unachievable HAHAHAH i hope you all enjoyed this my lovelies!! my midterms are done but the grind never stops for a barely passing student :"") i'll try to get through it all but i hope you understand why i dont get to post on some days :"") in any case tho, i hope you enjoyed!! i will see you all as soon as i can, i love you all vv much and keep save :>> - r

[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

[solecize]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐃 | 𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.  as  you  attempt  to  claw  away  at  keeping  your  title  as  the  nation's  sweetheart  following  a  dispatch  scandal  that  put  a  pause  on  your  career  for  a  nearly  year  long  hiatus,  everyone  in  your  circle  and  your  company  seems  to  tip-toe  around  you.  you're  a  monster,  a  diva,  an  explosion  waiting  to  be  set  off.  they  go  on  to  release  the  staff  around  with  NDAs  regarding  your  dating  leak  and  hire  a  new  team  altogether  out  of  necessity.  amongst  them  is  the  straight-faced  irene,  the  quiet  stylist  with  a  mastermind  that  vows  to  help  you  in  your  return  every  step  of  the  way.  she  guides  you  through  the  next  chapter  of  your  career,  becoming  your  bravery  when  you  couldn't  be  your  own.     𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. irene x idol!reader 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. swearing 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. 2.0k 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.  this is probably the first piece of fiction i’ve written in 2 years so its a lil rough sorry lol anyway this is gonna be a short series, probably around 5 parts or so maybe less idk 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  PART 01/05.

she always asked what you were giggling about - seemingly every time she painted lip gloss across your smile, you were holding back a laugh. it was mostly to her own exasperation, as the crease that formed between her brows was supposed to show just how much harder you were making her job for her. irene didn’t actually ever mind, though. it was you, how could she? 

after returning to your group to take part in the preparations for your fourth mini album comeback, it was made evident to you that management was taking each step with caution. not in regards to your wellbeing, no, it wasn’t definitely not that. it was the way it seemed as though the world began walking on eggshells around you after your forced hiatus. it was also the way the world seemed to be constantly giving you a side eye, going over all the variants of the word ‘diva’ in their heads.

not irene, though.

since pre-debut, you were used to certain personalities from idol staff. there were all sorts - from the older, stricter company employees that scrutinized your every move, the staff that were too scared to even speak directly to you, the staff that were big fans and did everything in their power to please you. some of the long term faces that stuck by your group for the past few years had even become your friends. 

when irene came along, you nearly picked a fight with her for no reason. frustrated and on your first day back from “vacation,” you were met with the stunning irene and immediately grew territorial. who was this beautiful stranger and why was she taking up space in the middle of your trailer? she, of course, looked back at you with a blank face and proceeded to tell you to strip without any hi or introduction.

“strip,” irene commanded, as she rifled through the rack of clothes in front of her. 

her hands swiped between flashes of different shades of purple - the theme for the first couple of scenes of the music video .  you were left speechless for a second, tongue tumbling on any form of introduction, which irene had promptly skipped over. she met your eyes, making you snap out of your stutter, and her pointed look towards your left showed that your other members were already getting their video shoot clothes on.

“um, i’m y/n. what happened to cha - “

“i don’t know and i don’t really care. take off your jewelry, too.” in the middle of buttoning your jeans down, you saw that irene had quickly laid out what you would be wearing on camera. an off the shoulder lilac gingham piece that would brush against your ankles with puff sleeves, paired with freshwater pearls. it screamed sweet and loving “girl next door” all over - although, in your eyes, it was the perfect “please forgive me” look to your fanbase following the dating scandal that halted your career for multiple months. irene knew what she was doing.

you were able to get a good look at irene for the first time - or at least, the best you could with the way she moved so quickly. she was definitely around your age and definitely gave the impression of an idol herself. she was naturally beautiful, maybe one of the most beautiful girls you’d ever seen, and even in her work clothes of a simple long sleeve and jeans, irene looked like a model herself. her long black hair was pulled into a low ponytail, with a few strands of hair framing her face. you noticed her identification lanyard was decorated with hello kitty stickers.

your shoes were finally off, but you were still stunned silent. your group mate, sohye, glanced over at you with a puzzled expression. you noticed she was already in her dress and you hurriedly grabbed your own to hop your feet in. she was still staring at you, as her own stylist began doing as well. however, the latter seemed to be fighting a smirk. 

“what?”

sohye met eyes with her stylist and mirrored the same devious look. “nothing! you’re just really quiet, y/n....”

it was true. you were the fire cracker of the group, the one who’s laughter rung throughout the entire venue alone. boisterous and proud, you were made silent at the unique nature of the group’s newest staff member. this caught the attention of a few others in the room, a bit confused, as you were often the loudest voice in the room. you would at least be cracking some good-hearted jokes about your time off or practicing runs with sohye. you still weren’t sure why she was smirking at you and irene, though. 

“...met her match....”

“ladies! can we get a move on? mio, you still have to get your extensions in! bora, are you taking those pics for instagram? fantastic! and...y/n, you’re still getting your outfit on?” it was your manager, also known as the second loudest voice in the room. he seemed to take on a permanently frantic state across your group’s life span, as he dashed in the room out of nowhere, murmuring things at the appearance of his idols and scribbling things on a clipboard. 

he sighed, looking over at irene. “she’s not giving you a hard time, is she?”

“hey!”

“no, she’s been fine,” was irene’s reply, as she plugged in a curling iron on the pastel pink vanity in front of the two of you, not missing a beat. your manager looked at you, then back at irene, and simply shrugged and continued rambling about your group’s schedule for the next two hours. 

you let out a deep sigh that went unnoticed by the others in the room, except irene who raised an eyebrow at you, while simultaneously ushering you to the makeup chair. it really should have been you looking at her like that, as you were taken aback by how on her feet she was - in multiple ways. irene moved like a machine, weaving back and forth in the small space allocated to the both of you at the speed of light. she called over some assistant makeup artists to begin their work on you, as she ignored you in favour for directing the look that they were going for on you. irene was also on her feet against your group’s manager, the head honcho that typically leaves staff members unnerved. she was swift and she was direct. that was the first thing you ever noticed about her.

bora sauntered over and peered at you with a frown. “hey. why does y/n get the nicest set?” between the three other members, it was clear that bora still wasn’t over the fact that you got caught with a dating scandal. it looked bad on all of them as a group and you had apologized profusely to them for being a hinderance, but she was still showing the same level of disdain she had before. you two were never the closest in particular and now, it seemed like your friendship, or even profession relationship at  the least, was beyond repair.

you rolled your eyes at her. “go back to your own space, damn.” 

“well, you’re the one that messed up, i just don’t see why the company gave you irene. she’s the best of the best and my stylist is dressing me up like dora the explorer,” she grumbled the last part under her breath, returning her attention to her phone screen, where she was undoubtedly scrolling through social media to see what the fans were posting about her. 

it was technically your first day back. you and the girls quickly recorded your album in under a month and were thrown into the wolves that were better known as a kpop comeback. it was a record, basically unheard of in your company. however, plans changed following the scrapped debut of what was supposed to be a new boy group and a slot was left wide open for your group. everything had been a whirlwind so far and there was definitely an air of extra pressure following your hiatus, the need to prove yourself almost. it was your first day back and nearly everyone around you was giving you shit and you were exhausted. 

“it’s my first day, too. i’m taking it easy,” irene’s velvety voice chimed in out of nowhere, lowered to a volume that could only heard between the two of you, as she gently wrapped a section of hair around the curling wand, “and you should also, especially after everything.”

you were taken aback by the sudden words of wisdom, but realized fast that she was right. “you have a point, um, irene.” 

at this point, she had yet to introduce herself and you caught her name from bora, who seemed to already be acquainted with irene’s good reputation as a stylist. the name fumbled a bit off your tongue in your vulnerable state, a bit anxious for a variety of reasons. to your surprise, irene frowned a bit, which was her first display of any emotion the entire time.

“i’ll admit, i had to look into the group that i was going to work for,” irene began and you were prepared to wince at her opinion of the whole hiatus mess, “and i’ve seen you. you’re really strong-minded, why are you letting them get to you?”

“you’ve seen me?” that was the only thing you really focused on for a second, ignoring a flutter in your stomach. flattery was what you thought it was, as you wondered what irene thought of you and your talents.

this conversation was happening as you let the other two assistant makeup artists continuously flicked and dabbed with brushes and sponges on your face in silence. you noticed they didn’t even look at you in the eye, something you had seen many times before in the past. however, this time, you felt as though it wasn’t out of shyness or being starstruck. everyone had been continuously giving you a certain look after your return from hiatus and you only assumed the artists were participating in this cold-shoulder fest, between your manager to netizens to even your own group member. their opinion of you, though, wasn’t as important to you as irene’s opinion.

you caught yourself and cleared your throat. “i mean - well...i don’t know what you’re talking about.” it was a lie right through your teeth.

“chin up,” she commanded once again and you immediately did so, as she approached you with a beautiful strawberry-coloured lip pencil. 

you met her eyes as she began carefully carving out the outline of your lips with careful movements. something in you was glad that you got a new stylist and especially more so that she was in charge of you and only you. despite this feeling of welcomeness, you remained confused as to what irene was getting to.

“don’t let them give you shit,” irene replied, as she finished the last touches of your lip liner and had reached over for a matching lipgloss. she leaned over and resume her place right in front of you, still decorating your features with the gentlest of moves. 

that was the second thing you ever noticed about irene. from the moment you walked in and met her, you saw that she took absolutely no shit from anyone. that included you, your manager, and anyone else who dared. she stood her ground and did so gracefully. you were instantly envious of the way she held herself.

however, she saw that you could do the same. you smiled a bit and while irene also cracked a bit of a smile, just nearly tugging on the corner of her lips, it quickly turned into a sterner look.

“okay, but i didn’t say move. stop smiling or laughing or whatever.” 

time was ticking, as the camera crew wanted to get the good shots in before the forecasted rain began later in the afternoon. everyone was engaged in the hustle and bustle of the day ahead, but for the first time that entire day, you were able to breathe freely and smile. well, smile as much as you could until irene tsked you because you were moving and ruining her vision. this would be the first of many iconic looks that irene would craft for you for the comeback ahead. more importantly, it was the first time you became her muse and she became your rock.

[astroyongie]

Irene as a girlfriend

Irene as a Girlfriend

She is a pillow princess ,to be honest

when dating Irene you need to understand that she has particular love requirements that you need to meet

She likes to be taken on romantic dates, to fancy restaurants or to trips

She loves it when her partner can provide for her while she keeps her money for the couple's life

She is also a possessive and jealous girlfriend

she shows her love through physical affection but also gifts and of course jealousy

honestly the best way to make her happy is just to give her some food

Irene is also someone very strict with herself and her emotions

she is controlled and rarely goes into outbursts

however during arguments, she can be very feisty and aggressive

so conflict can happen often and when they do, it's honestly best to shut up and listen to her and allow her to express what she needs before finding common ground

irene is also someone who loves teasing her partner just make them annoyed

she likes having little competitions with them as well

sexually she is someone who likes being both praised and degraded inside the bedroom

she is a lot into vocal stimulation as well

and fingers

other than that she is a fun partner

that wants to go around with you and meet friends

she is sociable on that side and loves to show you off

[luxora]

Red Velvet -> {Crime AU} -> Falling for their next victim

Requested: No

Group: Red Velvet

Genre: Angst. Fluffish?

Warning: Weapons. Murderous thoughts. Mentions of blood.

A/N: Serial Killer Red Velvet

Irene

The only thing that could be heard in the bedroom was your rhythmic breathing as you slept beside Joohyun, the bed sheets pulled to your shoulders in order to protect your bare body from the cold evening air. Joohyun sat beside you, an oversized shirt draped over her shoulders, it being the only thing to protect her from the cold air, with a switchblade in her hands while her eyes were fixated on your sleeping face.

Flick.

Switch.

Flick.

Switch.

Joohyun expertly sheathed and unsheathed her switchblade, her delicate fingers tracing the handle of the blade while she continued to gaze at you face, her eyes gliding over the smooth skin of your cheek to your angular jaw to eventually your plush lips. Joohyun knew well enough how soft your skin was, ranging from your face to your hands, practically your entire body which she had traced the entire time the two of you tangled yourselves in her bed sheets, blissfully unaware of the happenings of the world as the only thing on both of your minds was each other.

She always has liked people with soft skin, especially with the lighter kind because it always reminded her of a blank canvas that was yearning for a splash of color to bring it to life. Joohyun would hardly consider herself an artist, but she did enjoy dallying in the artistic world, particularly in the human anatomy side of it because the human body was simply a work of art itself, something which has been an object of obsession for Joohyun ever since she was a teenager.

She would hardly call herself an abnormality, she simply had interests that tended to be more on the extreme side. She simply desired to have a more realistic approach to her art, and so she would aspire to gain inspiration directly from her topic of obsession...the human body.

Blood was sustenance to the human body, but also for Joohyun’s art. While it was predominately a bright red, it came in so many shades, especially when it was preserved over time outside the human body. It also stained so beautiful on art canvasses, and even though critics have claimed Joohyun’s work to be rather morbid in depiction, they could not deny her obviously talent of capturing the curves of the human body in various positions, as well to catch their realness in expression as they hold the mask of horror, pain, and fear.

Only the expressions aren’t masks, they are true captured images of all the people she has used to sustain her art.

You were supposed to be the next one to sustain her next artwork, to become her muse and sustain her inspiration until their is nothing left but your hollow carcass as she extracted every single living aspect of you in order to create her most perfect masterpiece yet.

Yes, Joohyun does form a relationship with her muses in order to wear down their walls before she strikes, but she has never gone as far with all her previous muses as she has with you. Friendships are what she forms best with her previous muses but with you it extended to more than just friendship.

She wanted you. She craved you. The idea of you leaving the living realm completely drove her mad with possessiveness, anger, and fear. She should not be feeling this way about you, she shouldn't be hanging off very word that came from your lips nor should she be feeling at her happiest whenever you smiled at her and wrapped your arms around her in a hug. She most certainly should not be feeling as complete as a person could be after spending a passionate with you.

Looking at you in her bed, wrapped in her sheets with her marks all over your body...she should not have allowed it to get this far since she needed to use you for your next artwork, and yet she did.

Joohyun never anticipated that she would eventually fall in love with one of her marks and yet she did just that, with you of all people. She had previously thought she had kept you alive for so long simply because she wanted to revel in your soft skin before it would be peeled away with one of her blades, but eventually she realized it was simply because she wanted to revel in your presence a little bit longer.

Another hour, another day, another month. Time kept passing and eventually Joohyun realized that she simply could not do it. Staring at your sleeping face now, Joohyun can not bear the thought of slicing through your soft skin with her switchblade. She could do it now, she could strike you in a painless instant and be done with it. But she couldn’t. Not to you, not ever.

“...”

Joohyun continued to gaze at you for a long while before she suddenly hissed in pain and turned her head to look at her hand, blood immediately seeping out of the cut she had unintentionally given herself while playing with her switchblade. While her finger was stinging from the pain, Joohyun did nothing to stop the bleeding. She instead gazed at the red substance that was flushing out of her body, its red gaze staring at her before dribbling down her hand and dripping onto her bare thighs as she sat in her bed.

Drip

Drip

Drip

It is almost ironic that her memorization with the human body drew her to her knew object obsession, it being the sleeping form beside her, blissfully unaware of the dark, twisted artist who would never let them go. Since you could not become her next artwork, you were going to become her everything. Although then again, you were that already, only now your were more permanent to her life that you previously expected.

Seulgi

Seulgi thought that she was being kind to you, involving you in her life despite knowing how it was going to end. You were a soft one, someone so tender that needed protection from all the horrible things in the world, and at the time when the two of you first met, Seulgi played with the idea of possibly playing house with someone before wiping them off from this horrible world.

Seulgi liked to consider herself a savior of some sorts. She always did love the charity cases simply because she felt so needed and powerful in the moment. To have someone so desperate for her, so yearning for her presence and protective embrace, Seulgi couldn’t help but get drunk off it. Perhaps she had some sort of addiction to the dynamics that developed between herself and somebody that yearned for her, or rather the supposed safety that she offered to others.

She had a power over them that others couldn’t have. She managed to twist them so much around her finger that eventually they were unable to go in any other direction except towards her. Seulgi enjoyed being the center of somebody’s world but eventually one gets tired of it. Or rather, Seulgi got tired of being the hero of somebody that was a lost cause with no hope of ever getting better.

That is what attracted her to you at first. You were completely and utterly hopeless. You had been living off the streets for months, having been kicked out from your previous shelter with nowhere to go, especially not to your parents since they were the reason you were forced to fend for yourself because they didn’t believe that you had any right to object to their desires for your life. You were strong-willed, she will admit that, but so incredibly naive about the real world.

She would have thought that you would have learned some skills already to care for yourself, but you had a slightly priveleged life before and so you became completely ruined when you were kicked out the house and disowned by your parents. You became miserable, helpless, and a downright lunatic because you came hooked on the substances that were provided on the street, that only racked up a massive debt that was impossible for you to pay.

You were lost, hopeless, and down for. Nobody would miss someone like you, hence why Seulgi became interested in you. She always went for people like you because your disappearance would not cause any raised eyebrows. You would be but another number that succumbed to substance abuse and homelessness. Nothing special and no one important. She was essentially killing two birds with one stone because she would be able to get her need for being needed satisfied, as well as have her usual cut-off enjoyment. It was perfect like usual.

...

..

.

But then she fell in love with you.

She didn’t even know when she had started falling for you. Perhaps it was when you had finally managed to find a stable enough job to bring some sort of income to the house. Maybe it was when you finally decided to start going to clean. Maybe it was when you had brought her a bracelet with your own money, having saved up to get it for her. Maybe it was when you had gotten a promotion and had brought home a bottle of champagne and your and her favorite takeaway dinner home to celebrate. Or maybe... it was when you started becoming her home.

The thoughts of ending you like she has done to all the others in the past was driving her mad, her entire mind and body telling her to do that, you hardly being much different from all her previous lovers and victims, but then again, to her you were different. You were nothing like the others before you.

You made her laugh more than she has ever laughed.You made her feel more cherished and adored than before. You weren’t like the others because instead of remaining the victim of the cruel game known as life, you have tried to work hard to become a contender to be dealt with. You didn’t want to be at Seulgi’s mercy. You didn’t want to kneel before her, you wanted to stand beside her, and oddly enough...that is where Seulgi wanted you to be.

The knife was under her pillow, she could do it so easily right now. You were snuggled up on her arms, back pressed against her front and sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of the war that was laying awake behind you. Seulgi could feel the handle of her knife, smooth and hard in her hands as she slipped her under its concealer, her eyes transfixed on the back of you head.

She could strike you like one would to a melon, just piece through your skull with the accuracy of a nail through a piece of wood. Or she could instead drag it along that beautiful neck of yours, make a gorgeous river of red along that smooth valley and simply watch you gasp for air as your blood drained out of your body. Seulgi has seen the sight before so many times so it would hardly be new, but the idea of your eyes bulging in shock and terror, the idea of you looking at her in absolute betrayal and heartbreak...she would never be able to handle it.

Instead of grabbing the knife, Seulgi instead wrapped both arms around your sleeping form, nuzzling her nose into your hair and inhaling your sweet scent, closing her eyes as she tried to fix the scent to her memory. Her body still ache pleasantly from the celebration the two of you had, your biting mark stilling slightly stinging on her neck but she could hardly care because her heart thundered at your close proximity.

Seulgi never anticipated falling in love with one of her marks and yet here she was cradling you as if she wanted to protect you from all the dangerous things in the world, including herself. And while leaving you would most likely be the wisest and safest choice because she didn’t want to develop the urge to kill you...she was simply too selfish to do that.

She can’t leave you and she doesn’t thing she could leave you. Her mind and heart were at war with one another and not even Seulgi herself knew which organ was going to win. But either way, it was in connection to you. You had managed to do the impossible and maker her fall in love and see herself more than a hero. She had instead become a victim in her own game. A victim of love who would only fall from grace due to her own pride and naivety.

Wendy

It would be so easy.

All she had to do was was wrap the rope around your beautiful neck and then tighten it. There would be no way that you would be able to defend yourself. Seungwan knew that she was stronger than you, proving it time and time again whenever the two of you wrestled on the bed or when the two of you roughhoused around the apartment. Seungwan has trained herself well into being physically prepared for anyone that she was attempting to add to her numbers and you would hardly be a challenge to her given you small stature and delicate features. You were about as fragile as a plastic Barbie Doll, one whose head could easily pop off.

Seungwan’s grip on the rope tightened as she stared at your back, your body crouched down as you hammered the tent peg into the ground, the tent making some sort of shape despite your multiple attempts of putting it up. Despite being so weak and fragile, you always tried to do things on your own, even when Seungwan was there to offer you the necessary assistance. Your pride was probably the largest thing about you, something which she has pointed out before but you always readily retorted back that she was just as prideful as you, if not more.

But Seungwan had a reason to be very prideful. After all, she has been living under the noses of the law enforcement for about five years now, and they still had no clue who was behind the ‘Phantom Murders’ that were terrorizing the entire city. While she did find the name cliche, especially with being dubbed as the ‘Phantom Killer”, she took pride in the fact that she has yet to have left an inkling to her connection to the murders. She has always been a very careful individual, her involvement in killing being no different, and it was not supposed to be any different when she came across you because you simply were another soon-to-be victim who would not be able to escape her grasp.

“Oh thanks Wannie, I needed more rope.” You said, turning around and flashing her a smile before holding out your hand to her.

...Although it seemed that you were unable to escape from her with different circumstances. Seungwan wordlessly handed you the rope, watching the potential weapon being handed off to the supposed victim as you turned around and began to unravel it, completely obvious to the swirling storm behind you.

“Did you even read the manual?” Seungwan suddenly asked, her eyes locked on the back of your head as she referenced to the mess of a tent that you were constructing. You turned around and flashed her a challenging glare.

“Instructions are for the stupid.”

“...So you think not following it will prove your intelligence in building the tent?”

“I don’t like your tone Shon Seungwan.” You said menacingly, raising a finger at her in warning. But instead of being intimidated, Seungwan just smirked. She then crouched down in front of you and glanced at your finger before looking back at your face.

“Oh? And what are you going to do about it?” She teased, flashing a predatory smile at you as you visibly became flushed by her smile.

“Well...I...”

Seungwan always seemed to always affect you in some kind of away, especially when she became particularly playful with you, just like she was being right now. So deciding to affect you even further, Seungwan leaned it to capture your finger in her mouth, sucking it gently for a few moments before it was suddenly ripped out of her mouth as you pulled it away in surprise.

You clearly were not expecting Seungwan to do such a thing, so you did not anticipate the force of your sudden retrieval of your finger to upset your balance in your sitting position. You had fallen backwards and Seungwan did not give you a chance to recover as she was suddenly following you. Seungwan had you pinned to the floor and on top of the misshapen body of the tent which was yet to be pitched up. Her hands were on your wrists and she was holding them above your head, literally pinning you underneath her body as she laid on top of you. Seungwan smiled wickedly as she leaned in to give your cheek a nip.

“What were you trying to say?”

“I...you are so unfair!”

“Oh baby...when am I ever fair?”

Seungwan did not waste a moment to smash her lips against your own, swallowing whatever protest you had with her mouth and tongue as she immediately set the pace with you, your body completely succumbing to her as you allowed her to do whatever she wanted to you. You willingly arched your body into Seungwan and didn’t even flinch when Seungwan took her previously owned rope and wrapped it around your wrists to make you entirely vulnerable to her touch, incompletely unaware of what she could do with it.

Such as ending your life for example.

...

It has crossed her mind many times but Seungwan knew that she couldn’t do it. While she could kill anybody in this world, you were the only one she could not lay a finger, knife, or electrical prong to. None of her killer toys could touch you. She would cut off her own hand than lay a hand on you.

You were hers. You were hers to cherish and love. You were hers not to kill. And she intended to never do that to you, no matter how much stronger the desire was becoming every day. She won’t give into it. That was a promise.

Joy

Sooyoung panicked.

She never panicked.

But in that moment, that was the only thing she could do because you were never supposed to find out the truth about her. She was going to get rid of all of her mementos, she had promised herself that she was going to exterminate any evidence that she had that could possibly lead to you finding out the truth. Or for anyone to find out the truth. She couldn’t lose you over it. Out of everything that she owned, she could not lose you. Not when you had become the thing that she has grown to treasure the most.

...

But she couldn’t treasure you if she was in prison.

Sooyoung simply had lost her mind when she arrived home to find you staring into the box where she had kept her moments, all of them being a sweet memory to a wonderful night that she could fondly remember. All of them were stained with blood because Sooyoung wanted a more personal piece of her victim’s to their belongings aside from just the belonging itself, but now it seemed that the symbolism that she had for herself came to stab her in the back in the form of her love turning around to stare at her with horrified eyes.

“Sooyoung...what is this?”

Sooyoung couldn’t even remember the words she had spoken to you. She could not remember what she uttered to you to try explain herself, to try calm you down and assure you that you were not in any danger with her. She couldn’t even remember when you had started running or when she had grabbed the vase that the two of you had bought together and chased after you. She could only faintly recall running into the bedroom and then throwing the vase, your head being the unfortunate recipient of the thrown object.

Seeing you fall to the floor in a slump, a pained cry leaving your lips before silence followed, it had made Sooyoung’s soul evaporate from her body. A cold sense of dread washed over her as she stared at your fallen body, a trail of blood slowly beginning to form a pool near your head as it leaked away from your body as you remained unmoving from the floor. Your name tasted like ash as she called it, her hands trembling as she slowly walked over to you and fell to her knees.

You didn’t flinch as she cradled you into her arms, falling back on the floor so that she could support your dead weight as you head slumped backwards as she pulled you into an embrace. Terror had started to claw itself into her chest as she slowly moved her hand to your neck to check for your pulse, fearing the worse, but then it eased way when she felt your steady heartbeat against her fingers. But then she felt your blood spread itself onto her hand that was supporting your head, and then realized that she was in fact stuck in a lose-lose situation.

You had found out her deepest secret, one that she never intended for anyone to find out because that would mean that she would have to face the law for everything that she had done with her playthings in the past. While Sooyoung had always made sure that no one would ever find out about her macabre hobby, she was always prepared to end the life of the possible unlucky victim who would stumble upon the truth about Sooyoung.

However...she never anticipated that she would ever fall for one of her victims, much less it being you.

Sooyoung was somebody who enjoyed loving someone else and being loved in return, but she was someone who got bored easily and she could never allow an ex to walk away with a beating heart because Sooyoung was someone who valuable her reputation and her secrets. She enjoyed her privacy and she knew that her playthings would eventually blab about either her lifestyle, past times, or inner secrets she was willing to inform them. She simply was looking out for herself and viewed her ‘hobby’ as an insurance to her own freedom.

Originally you were supposed to just be another lover to entertain her for a small while before she got bored again...only she never did.

You affected Sooyoung in a way nobody has ever affected her before. You left a mark on Sooyoung that would never be erased no matter how hard she tried. While Sooyoung has loved before, she has never fully experienced everything that came with being in love with someone. And you were her first. And most definitely her last.

Sooyoung never planned to stray away from you. You were it forever and she was not going to lose you...not even something like this can stop her from loving you. In fact...perhaps it made her love you more. You now knew everything about her, the worst part of her that nobody literally lived to know. That meant that you were special and meant to stay with her. She will love you for the rest of her life. The two of you can be happy and safe with one another. Sooyoung will never have to worry about you finding out...you knew everything now.

Terror and hope twirled themselves around one another as Sooyoung pressed her trembling lips to your forehead, her hand cupping the cut at the back of your head to apply pressure to restrict its bleeding. There was going to be a lot for the two of you to talk about once you woke up, and Sooyoung had a lot of explaining to do, and a lot of pleading, but Sooyoung can prepare herself for it. And you. She can prepare you for it as well.

She can’t risk the chance that you might call the police or run away from her again, so she needs to act quickly before you came back to the world of the living. But it will be okay. Sooyoung has gotten herself involved in messy situations before and this should not be much different. She just needs to tend to your wound and make you more...comfortable before you woke up again.

But everything will be fine. The two of you love each other. That should be enough for the two of you to get through this together.

Yeri

Yerim didn’t her eyes off you as you fiddled with the packaging of the small gift that she handed to you, her arms wrapped loosely around your waist while you sat between her legs while the fireplace in front of you blazed warmly, filling the entire room in wonderful heat during the snowy evening the two of you were trapped in. Your lithe fingers careful unpicked the transparent tape and pulled apart the wrapped to reveal a dark velvet box. She felt you freeze in her arms, prompting her to lean in to press a soft kiss to your jaw.

“Open it.”

You have always been good at taking orders and now was hardly even different as you slowly lifted the lid of the velvet box to reveal a red diamond ring, its shimmring rock gazing at you lovingly, similar to Yerim as she pressed another kiss to your jaw before whispering the question which has been swirling through her mind for the past few months.

“Marry me?”

Yerim didn’t flinch when you turned around to face her, your eyes still wide from shock and surprise with your mouth agape, but the crawling glee slowly appearing in her eyes was enough to not make Yerim panic and believe she was making the biggest mistake in her life. She knew that she wasn’t. You were the one thing she could never make a crawling from and from how in awe you were starting to become with her, Yerim immediately knew that she was right all along. She could only lean into your palm as you raised you hand and cupped her cheek, tenderly stroking her cheekbone.

“Are you serious?”

Yerim would think that giving you a diamond ring with its following question would be proof enough that she was certain about your and her future together, but she understood why you would ask such a stupid question. Neither of you have really discussed marriage, since Yerim always tended to avoid the subject as much as she could simply because se had things to clear up before she could fully commit herself to you. She never did inform you what exactly she was trying to clear up before she would discuss her future with you, and she intended for it to remain that way because it was a part of her life that she was willing to give up forever in order to be with you.

The past Yerim would slit her own throat before admitting that she was in love. She didn’t do love, especially since she learnt that it does not long, courtesy of her role model parents who made it their convince mission to convince Yerim that love was all but a chemical reaction that was forced to form between people. They were in an arranged marriage; therefore any love of forming between them was false and never to happen. They had enforced their beliefs into Yerim that love did not exist, and she did believe them for a while until everything had changed when she first met you.

Somehow for some reason, you made her become almost more human. Before she met you, she was not capable of feeling any guilt. Since her parents were cold and unlovable beings, Yerim perceived herself being the same as them, so she did not feel anything else except distant, minimal availability to the world. But upon meeting you, her Pandora box opened up and suddenly she was exposed to much all at the same time.

You taught her how to love. Even though she hardly made it easy for you, she became someone that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with and even though she never believed that she would find someone who would make her want to change...she was willing to do it because you were worth it.

You were someone who made her to become more that what she was. An heiress who literally got away with murder.

One good thing that her parents left for her was their incredibly wealth and endless amount of resources which can make things disappear. Yerim has exterminated every single link there was to her and all the crimes she has committed. Although she wouldn’t precisely call them crimes, more like her passing times, but now she was determined to find more hobbies, some which could hopefully be shared with you.

“Of course I’m serious. I love you.” Yerim said, staring at you with blazing love. You flushed at her easy confession, a smile crawling along your face.

“But you never said-”

“I have been thinking about it. A lot. And I have realized there is nothing else I want more in this world than you and my last name following your first.” Your laugh immediately made butterflies flutter in Yerim chest, prompting her to raise both her hands to cup your cheeks, leaning in to press her forehead against your own, forcing to feel her breath tickle your lips as she spoke, her eyes locked with yours the entire time. “So say yes already. Marry me.”

“You are so demanding.” You giggled, but you moved your hand from her cheek to grasp the back of her neck before nodding, love shining through your eyes as you gazed at her. “Yes. I’ll marry you.”

“Truly?”

You nodded.

And then Yerim kissed you.

Happiness was an emotion that she had learned to experience when she had made her first kill and got away with it. It was probably the reason she did it through all her teenage years and young adulthood because it was something she could do to make her feel accomplished and appreciated. All of her crimes have gone cold and with the efforts she had conducted now...they were to remain that way.

She could not have you find out the truth of her ugly past. To you, she was the emotionally troubled woman with terrible parents who was brought out of her shell because of you. She will keep that facade in order to stay in your life. The two of you were going to be bonded together in everyday possible, it was only right she cleared away the dirt mountain before she laid the foundation of her new life with you.

It was her job to take care of you from now onwards. She was not going to mess up like her parents did. She was going to do everything right with you by her side. That was a promise she was making to herself and to you right now.

Nothing was ever going to stand between the two of you. Nothing.

[writerpetals]

amateur | 🔞

; optional female lead smut |  ☁️

“Have you ever watched it?”

“What? Everyone’s watched them before…”

You realize soon after moving into your dorm room in college, your roommate is adventurous. Which isn't a bad thing, because she is cute with her charming giggles and the way she bats her lashes, sexy with the way she carries herself, full of confidence and comfortable in her own skin. It doesn’t take long to realize you are attracted to her, and she takes every opportunity to let you know her feelings toward you as well as if it were a fun game.

“Yeah, but like girl on girl?”  She glances over at you sitting on your bed with your books close by in an attempt to study for an exam coming up on Monday, but not having any luck with her many distractions.

“Yes, girl on girl. What’s your point?” You roll your eyes. Normally you would eat up her slick advances and the way she finds any opportunity to become flirty with you, no matter if she is talking about adult videos or whatever else her mind can come up with in the moment, but you really, really need to pass this test.

She sits on the opposite side of the room, laptop in front of her as her face continues to stay glued to the current scene she is watching. With a bite of her bottom lip, she earns butterflies in your stomach, and if you were to stare any longer, you would have to begin squeezing your thighs together.

“Come here…”

“I really need to finish reading this chapter.” You try to reason with her, but she remains relentless.

“Just… come here and give yourself a break. I want you to see this.”

“I’m not in the mood.”

“You will be.” She looks past the screen to glance at you, smirk on her face and her eyes half lidded.

Giving in, you sigh while tossing your book to the side to make your way over to her. You have to admit a break sounds nice. It will keep your eyes from blurring after staring at black and white pages for so long. You ease onto her bed, taking a seat to her left and finally getting to see what she has been so hooked on.

There on her screen shows a particularly risky scene, with two girls facing each other with their hands between their legs and their eyes focused on one another. If you didn’t know any better, you would assume that’s what she was getting at the whole time.

“Does it make you uncomfortable?”

“No…” you answer her with honesty. The movie doesn’t make you uneasy. Watching it with her for the first time is what makes you uneasy, only because soon thoughts fill your head of what it would be like to take the place of the two girls. What would it be like to watch her that way? You already know it will turn you on if she were watching you as well.

“Do you want to try?”

“What?!” You turn your head to notice her begin to giggle. Sure, you are attracted to her, but the two of you have barely done more than share a drunken kiss before and now she is offering the unthinkable. Well, not the unthinkable. As a matter of fact, you have thought about it quite often, but it’s only a fantasy. You never actually believed you would be in such a position with her, and the images running through your mind leave you nearly breathless.

“What? It’s not bad. You know how many guys watch stuff like this and touch themselves together?” She has a point. “So?”

It’s tempting, and with the look on her face, it’s hard to say no.

Before you know it, you nod your head while watching as she pushes the laptop from resting on her legs to sitting in front of her on the bed. The movie continues to play as she leans against the wall, just as you do the same, before parting her legs and pushing her pajama shorts down just enough to allow her hand to slip inside.

You follow her lead with your heart racing, doing the same with your legs bent in front of you, pushing up your long t-shirt to reveal your panties underneath. You’re too shy to make eye contact as you slip your hand inside the flimsy fabric, feeling how aroused you already are without even realizing it. Your fingers graze upon silky flesh, discovering wet, hot heat dripping from your slit.

Your friend, on the other hand, isn’t shy in the least, already making noises as her head tilts back and you dare to look between her legs to see her hand pleasuring herself. Biting your lip, you do as she does, rubbing yourself in small, circular motions and not being able to tear your eyes away from between her thighs.

She continues her motions, quickening her pace as you do the same, forgetting all your embarrassment and getting lost in the moment. You hear moans from the screen due to the movie, but soon they become drowned out by the both of you. She whimpers, causing you to look up and realize she has been watching you the whole time, her eyes switching between the way your face twists in pleasure to the way your hand remains busy between your trembling thighs.

Together, you continue touching yourselves, keeping your eyes on what the other is doing, until you feel the pleasure begin to swell between your legs. With thighs twitching, and you finally closing your eyes to give in to the moment with your head lolling back, you are sent over the edge, rolling your hips against your hand only slightly to ride out the waves of your orgasm.

Watching you finish causes her to come closer to her own peak. You open your eyes long enough to see her motions between her thighs quicken, falling into her own pleasure with a moan and a gasp. You watch her come undone before you, watching her thighs tighten around her hand and her brows furrow as she shuts her eyes tight.

A second later she opens them to look at you, and you look back, surprised that actually happened.

“Wow,” she giggles, breathless from still coming down.

“I can’t believe… oh my God…” Suddenly, your embarrassment takes over, causing you to jump off her bed, legs still trembling and making it difficult to keep your balance, before making your way to your own bed.

“Don’t be shy!” She laughs harder, closing her laptop to stop the movie from playing. “That was fun… and hot.”

“And embarrassing!” By now your head becomes shoved into your pillows, causing all your words to release mumbled and nearly unheard.

“Not embarrassing. Hot.” You can’t take her word for it, even if you are proud to even get so close to your extremely hot roommate.

[alcoholfreenayeon]

Wendy headcannons(SFW & NSFW)

Wendy Girlfriend HCs

SWF HCs

The type of girl people started wars over in ancient times.

She feels you are too protective of her but you tell her that she’s too precious for you not to be.

She likes to help you with your skincare routine, recommending various products, helping you use them etc.

She makes playlists for you and to your astonishment, each time you absolutely love every song in it.

She absolutely hates any sort of disagreement between the two of you.

She makes amazing desserts and it’s come to the point where you cannot end dinner without eating something delicious that she made. She makes especially good cakes.

She likes to lean on you whenever you are close to her. Though she does expect you to wrap your hands around her while she does so or else she’ll pout and pull away.

She always accuses you of cheating when the two of you play games together. It’s because regardless of whether it’s a board or card game or a video game, Wendy always ends up getting the worst possible outcomes. She doesn’t understand how she gets unlucky every time.

She loves to hear you laugh and always tries her best to make you giggle uncontrollably.

Always the little spoon, she loves to be in your arms, snuggling and whispering cute stuff.

NSFW HCs

You would be surprised by spicy things can get with Wendy.

She’s pretty much a switch, topping or bottoming depending on how you feel.

You didn’t realize until you experienced it but singing was probably her worst oral skill compared to her other….talents

Always eager to make out with you.

She always has a slight blush whenever you two do anything more than kissing.

She’s extremely sensitive and it doesn’t take too much to make her cum.

Despite being a main vocalist, she’s surprisingly quiet in bed. She more often whimpers and gasps, squirming helplessly even than outrightly moaning.

She likes it when you bite her and also likes to be gently choked.

Loves to dress up for sex, always eager to try on different lingerie, dresses or costumes.

She also likes to read erotic novels and literature, it always gets her in the mood so anytime she seems really horny out of the blue, you chalk it down to her reading something.

[seullovesme]

» BY LUCK 10. - how were they so quick?

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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?

(open) TAGLIST: @lyninabin @badasgirlfriend @cosetteco @noarawriteszr @haerinkisser @ludasgf @minjeongswife @beawolfbealionbeyou @sewiouslyz @manooffline @lylovw

[nanawritesit]

Playing Truth or Dare with Red Velvet (NSFW/ 18+/ MDNI) 🔞

Trigger Warnings: making out, groping, undressing, kissing body parts, lap dances, grinding/dry humping, hickeys, mentions of handcuffs, fingering, use of vibrator, master kink, lingerie, kissing while asleep, nipple sucking, nipple play, oral sex, getting walked in on, cursing

Irene:

She was one of your best friends in the entire world. Things had only ever been platonic between you. Sure, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have the tiniest crush on her. But how could you help yourself? Your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat anytime she grabbed your hand or flashed a smile at you. But, there was always so much doubt that she’d felt the same way about you. That was, until tonight.

You were having one of your usual sleepovers at her place, lying next to each other in bed as some movie played on the TV in the background.

“Y/N, this movie sucks.” she suddenly exclaimed, rolling over to face you. “Let’s do something fun.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” you asked, doing the same.

She flashed you a mischevious grin. “Let’s play truth or dare.”

“Okay, you go first.” you instructed, sitting up.

The two of you went back and forth for a while, asking simple questions like “what’s your most embarrassing story,” or “what’s your biggest fear.” The dares were pretty tame as well, being things like “break dance for one minute,” and “do an impression of your favorite celebrity.”

“Alright, we broke the ice. Now it’s time to take things up a notch.” she proposed, leaning forward expectantly.

You raised an eyebrow. “Fine, I was getting bored anyway. I pick dare.”

“I dare you to kiss me.” she demanded.

A light pink blush spread across your cheeks, and your mouth fell open the slightest amount. You swallowed the hard lump that was forming in your throat before looking back up at her. “A-are you sure?

“I absolutely am.” she replied with a cheeky grin. “I’ve been dying to know how good of a kisser you are.”

You exhaled to release some of your nerves, then got up on your knees and scooted closer to her. You flipped her hair over her shoulder and tucked a strand behind her ear, gazing into her eyes affectionately. For a second, she looked really flustered. You glanced down at her soft pink lips, running your thumb over them delicately. You put both hands on her cheeks, then leaned down to press your lips against hers. It was soft and sweet, your lips just barely ghosting over hers, but with enough firmness that she knew you were there. She seemed to freeze underneath you. You pulled back slowly, and both of your eyes fluttered open. You looked at her with an apologetic gaze.

“Irene, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

That was all you got out before she had pulled you back down by your shirt and devoured your lips in a much rougher kiss. Your eyes sprung wide open at first, but soon you turned yourself over to the pleasure of kissing her. Your lips were crashing against each other desperately, and soon her tongue was pressing its way between your lips as if asking for an invitation. You granted it to her by sliding your own tongue along hers, now totally enmeshed together.

As the kissing grew more heated, you slowly pushed her down against mattress. She began to tangle her legs with yours and run her hands up along your lower back, tugging up your shirt to run her fingers delicately across your skin. You brought a hand up to her breast, groping it lightly until she pushed you off so she could sit up straight.

“Oh I’m sorry, was that too mu-“ you were cut off once again when she whipped her shirt off over head, now clad in just a tiny pair of pajama shorts.

Your mouth fell wide open at the sight of her bare chest. “Irene… you’re so beautiful.” You told her, leaning back in to kiss her again. She grabbed a fistful of your hair and fell back down onto the mattress, wrapping her legs around your waist to pull you closer.

You momentarily pulled back to take off your own shirt so you could have skin-to-skin contact, then went back down to kiss her lips once more. Soon, you began trailing the kisses down to her jaw, then her neck, then her chest, and then her stomach. You finally stopped right above her clothed core, gripping the waistband of her shorts. You looked up at her with a playful smirk. “Well I think it’s safe to say our friendship is ruined.”

“Tch, we were never really ‘just friends’ anyway.” she giggled, ruffling your hair affectionately. “Now why’d you stop? I was just getting excited.”

Seulgi:

“Baby, I want to play truth or dare.” your girlfriend told you while you were both sitting on the couch next to each other.

“Okay, we can do that Seul.” you told her with a chuckle, setting down your phone to turn towards her. “But let’s only do dares. We pretty much know everything there is to know about each other.”

“Sounds good to me.” she replied with a mischievous grin. “But I want to add a rule to make it more fun.

“Oh?” you asked, curious as to what she was planning in her head. “And what might that be?”

“Every time one of us refuses to do the dare, they have to take off a piece of clothing.” she challenged. She bit her lip at you as if she was imagining the outcome, and you had to admit, you were doing the same as you raked your eyes over her body.

“Okay, you’re on.” you responded. “I’ll go first.”

The two of you started throwing the worst possible dares at each other. Things that neither of you would do even if someone paid you. Before long, you were both in your underwear, sitting across from each other laughing.

“Was this your plan all along? Just to get me undressed?” you giggled, grabbing her hand and shaking it playfully.

“No, absolutely not!” she laughed back at you, slapping your hand away. “I only want to give you one more dare though.”

“Okay, what is it Seul.” you asked, settling back down.

She held back the huge cheshire-cat grin that threatened to creep its way onto her face. “Let me give you a lap dance without touching me for five minutes.”

You gasped in surprise, but you were smiling nonetheless. “Fine, but that means I don’t have to take off another piece of clothing.” you teased.

“That’s fine by me.” she chuckled, shifting to straddle your lap. You put your hands underneath your thighs in preparation. She quickly set a timer on her phone before gripping onto your shoulders tightly to begin her dare.

She began grinding down against your core, rolling her hips back and forth in a mesmerizing way. You bit your lip at the sight before you, gripping the couch cushion beneath you in restraint. She tousled her hair a bit, then reached her hands behind her back to unhook her bra. The straps slid delicately down her shoulders before revealing her breasts.

Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight of them. “God Seulgi, this is harder than I thought it was going to be…”

“Hang in there, you’ve only got two and a half minutes left.” she giggled, running her hands over her breasts to grope them. She squeezed them against each other and pinched her nipples between her fingers, still grinding down on your lap in perfect rhythm.

“One minute left. You gonna make it?” she asked, glancing down to the mess of your lower region. You gulped and nodded, throwing your head back in frustration. She leaned forward at your gesture and began nipping and sucking at your neck, leaving a few hickeys. You moaned in desperation, squinting your eyes together at the immense pleasure. Just when you thought you were going to break, the timer went off.

“Well, you win Y/N.” she sighed, sitting up straight. “I suppose I should-“

You cut her off by pinning her down on the couch beneath you, kissing her ravenously. “You like teasing me that much? You like getting me all worked up?” You looked down at her with a dominant glare and a devilish grin. “I get one more dare too you know. And mine is to put you in cuffs for five minutes while I do whatever I want to you. Let’s see if you can handle your own game, Kang Seulgi.”

She looked up at you with doe eyes and a shocked expression. But it was soon replaced with a satisfied smirk that let you know she had accomplished what she originally set out to do. She had already won. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t have some fun too.

Wendy:

Irene was hosting a small birthday party for Wendy at her place, and you were one of the guests. Everyone in the group knew about your enormous crush on her, except the birthday girl herself. Similarly, everyone in the group also knew about her immense crush on you. But you were totally oblivious. With neither of you ever daring to make a move, your friends decided to take matters into their own hands.

It was late at night, and the party was winding down. Wendy had already opened up all her presents, the dinner had been served, and now everyone was strewn about the living room finishing their cake.

“Everyone done? I’ll throw away the plates.” Irene chirped, getting up from her seat.

“Yeah, I think so. Thanks Rene!” you replied, handing your plate to her with a smile.

“So, what are we going to do now?” Seulgi asked.

“Well, Yeri and I were talking about playing truth or dare!” Joy exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

Wendy clicked her tongue at the suggestion. “You maknaes. At every get together you two say we should play truth or dare, and every time, it ends in disaster.”

“Oh come on, it doesn’t go that badly.” Yeri whined, hitting her on the arm lightly.

“Really? I’d say having to apologize to the entire apartment building for pulling the fire alarm in the middle of the night was pretty bad.” Irene huffed, returning from the kitchen.

“I don’t know, I think it could be fun.” you suddenly chimed in.

Wendy glanced over at you, her eyes twinkling. She thought for a moment, seemingly fixed on the hopeful smile you had on your face, then sighed in defeat. “Alright, but just for a little while. And no one can leave the apartment!” She shot a glare towards Joy.

“How many times do I have to say I’m sorry? You know I’m too proud to turn down a dare!” the younger girl cried out.

And so the game began, and things were going pretty much as expected. You all found out who Seulgi’s mystery girl was, Irene sent a risky text to her crush, and Joy and Yeri had kissed once. Finally, it was the birthday girl’s turn.

“Alright Wendy, truth or dare.” Joy asked.

“I feel like I’ll be screwed either way, but dare I suppose.” the older girl said begrudgingly.

Joy smirked evilly. “I dare you to go in the closet with Y/N for seven minutes.”

“Ah, a little seven minutes in heaven action?” Yeri teased, clapping her hands together.

“Hey, that’s too much Joy.” Irene scolded, crossing her arms. “We don’t know Y/N would feel about that. They might be uncomfortable with-“

“I’ll do it.” you interrupted, a little too eagerly. Everyone whipped their heads over to look at you. Seulgi and Irene looked shocked, Joy and Yeri were grinning like little devils, and Wendy had that same twinkle in her eye from earlier and a rosy pink blush dusting her cheeks. You coughed at the sudden awkward feeling of everyone staring at you. “Uh, that is, as long as Wendy wants to.”

Wendy blinked, snapping out of her daze. “I mean, I’m okay with that. After all, it’s only seven minutes right? How much could happen?”

“Alright, let’s go!” Joy shouted, jumping up from her seat. She grabbed both of your hands and tugged you up, then led you over to the closet at the end of the hall and shoved you inside.

“Okay, one of you set a timer on your phones! Don’t have too much fun in here.” she winked, then slammed the door in your faces and scurried back to the living room.

Wendy sighed, turning towards you. “I’m so sorry about her. I hope you’re not too miserable in here.”

“Oh don’t worry about me, I’m good!” you reassured with a chuckle. “After all, I’m with you aren’t I?”

She glanced at the ground bashfully, letting out a small giggle. “That’s true, we rarely ever have bad times together…”

“You look beautiful tonight.” you told her, glancing at her outfit. “I mean, you look stunning all the time, but I just meant that this outfit looks really cute on you.”

“Oh thank you so much!” she beamed, straightening her blouse. “I don’t really wear skirts too often, but I wanted to be bold for once.”

“Well you’re rocking it.” you bit your lip, trying to contain your lust for her. “I don’t know how you could ever be insecure.”

“Oh come on Y/N.” she rolled her eyes with a small smile. “I’m not that pretty.”

“Are you insane?” you exclaimed, turning to face her completely. “You’re absolutely gorgeous Wendy, everything about you is. Your hair…” you reached forward to fiddle with some of the strands falling over her shoulder. “Your eyes…” you gazed into them, realizing how her pupils had dilated. “Your skin…” you brushed a finger along her cheek delicately. You felt her breathing heavily in anticipation at where you would go next.

Somehow, in this moment, you felt brave enough to make a move. Maybe it was the dim lighting in the closet, or your forced proximity to one another… actually, it was the way she was looking at you. She seemed to be pleading for you to take things further, titling her chin up a bit as if to push her lips forward.

“And how could I forget, your pretty lips…” you finally concluded, in a voice barely above a whisper. You leaned in painfully slow, then after what felt like ages, you kissed her. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and after a few seconds, her arms came up around your neck to push you closer.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” she confessed as she pulled away from you panting.

“You have no idea.” you laughed, shaking your head before crashing your lips against hers again, much stronger this time. Her tongue slid into your mouth eagerly, wrestling with yours as you began to run your hands up along the curves of her waist. Her own hands were sliding into your hair, gripping and tugging at the nape.

Suddenly, the alarm on your phone went off. You groaned, pulling away from her to silence it. “Well, I guess our time is up.” you sighed, reaching for the door knob.

She hastily grabbed your wrist, making you freeze. “Y/N, can I ask you for something?” she inquired.

“Anything, birthday girl.” you smirked.

She seemed nervous all of a sudden, brushing some of her hair behind her ear. “Could you… could you please put your fingers inside of me?”

Your jaw dropped open in shock. Wendy was always so shy and reserved, at least when it came to you. You never in a million years expected her to initiate something so dirty.

“I’m sorry, I know that’s too much. God I really ruined this didn’t I- ah!” she ended her thought, clasping a hand over her mouth to contain her moans. You had slid a hand up her skirt and began rubbing the pad of your thumb in circles against her clothed clit.

“Well of course I can, since you asked so nicely.” you practically purred into her ear, pressing her up against the wall. “Gosh, you’re so wet already, this won’t take long at all. I’ll just set another timer real quick. I mean, it’s only seven minutes right? How much could happen?”

Joy:

“Oh come on Y/N, it’ll be fun!” your girlfriend whined, tugging on your arm. She had just come back from a bachelorette party where she had won a dice game of NSFW truth or dare, and she really wanted to try it out.

“It just seems kind of silly Joy…” you chuckled, looking at the box that had tons of cartoon kisses and hearts all over it.

“Please honey? Don’t you want to play with me?” she asked, running a manicured hand over your chest and looking up at you with huge doe eyes. She was pushing her chest forward, cleavage on full display in her tight black dress that hugged her hips and waist, leading down to her long legs clad in sheer black tights, and ending with her highest black red bottomed heels. She was absolutely irresistible right now.

“Okay honey, we can play.” you gulped, shaking your head to regain your composure.

She squealed, then opened the box excitedly. The game was pretty simple. You would each take turns rolling the dice, which would either give you a truth or a dare. Then, you’d pick a card from whatever category you rolled which would tell you what to confess or do.

“I’ll go first.” she declared, rolling the dice. “Dare!” she exclaimed, drawing her first card. She cleared her throat before reading it out loud. “‘Put on your sexiest lingerie.’ Well, that’s easy, I already have it on.” she giggled, standing up. She unzipped her dress and slid it off down her legs, revealing the black lace teddy and garter set you had bought her for valentine’s day.

Your eyes went wide at the sight. Other than the lingerie, the only other thing she was wearing was a choker. If you weren’t turned on before, you certainly were now. Her ample breasts and perky butt looked ungodly good in that set.

“Y/N? It’s your turn.” she chuckled, waving a hand in front of your face.

“Right!” you exclaimed, reaching for the dice. “Truth.” you announced before grabbing a card. “Let’s see… ‘what’s one thing you’ve always wanted to try but never suggested to your partner?’” you set the card down, thinking to yourself for a moment. You bit your lip hesitantly.

“Come on baby, you can tell me. I won’t judge.” your girlfriend reassured you, grabbing your hand.

You looked up at her. Her smile was so warm and comforting, and her eyes were sparkling with intrigue. You exhaled, then sat up. “Well, I know you like to get off with your vibrator… I was wondering if, well, you’d let me use it on you?”

Her lips curled up into a devilish grin. “Oh yes, you can absolutely try that on me baby. Wanna do it now?”

You nodded eagerly. She snickered at your actions, then got up to get her vibrator out of her dresser. Once she had retrieved it, she laid down between your legs, back flush against your chest. “I’m all yours honey.”

You turnt on the vibrator and began running it lightly along her slit. The only thing separating her core from the device was the thin layer of black lace decorating the teddy she was wearing. Her head fell back into the crook of your neck. You glanced down at her pale exposed skin, and impulsively began nipping and sucking at her neck. You knew it was one of her weak points.

“Oh shit, honey…” she moaned, pushing her hips forward to get more friction from the vibrator. “You’re gonna give me a hickey!”

“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you honey?” you teased with a cynical chuckle into her ear. “You just love getting marked up by your master, don’t you?”

She nodded frantically, grabbing your wrist to press the device further against her core. You swatted her hand away, then placed it on her chest. “Let me take my time. Get those pretty titties out for me.”

She huffed in frustration, but did as you asked, sliding down the straps of the teddy to fold over the cups, revealing her breasts.

“Oh, look how pretty you are…” you growled, groping one with your free hand.

“Please honey, let me c- ah!” she was cut off by you tearing the vibrator away from her core.

“Hey, you know what my name is baby.” you said sternly, waving the device back and forth as if shaking your finger at her.

“I’m sorry master! Please, please, I need to cum!” she pleaded, tears prickling at her eyes.

“Okay, but you need to be a good girl for me, okay?” you instructed.

“I will, I promise!” she cried, laying back against your chest.

“Alright. Strip down for me and we’ll keep going. Get the dice.”

“You mean you want to keep playing while getting me off?” she asked, perplexed at your boldness.

“Oh come on, you were the one who wanted to play so badly. I know you can take it.” you praised, putting the vibrator back against her clit as soon as she was nude. She had no idea what she was getting into by winning this game. Well, maybe she did. But was she disappointed? Hell no.

Yeri:

You didn’t know how Yeri convinced you to come to a sleepover at Nayeon’s, but here you were. You hadn’t been to a sleepover since you were 16. You forgot how tiring they were, and decided to take a quick power nap in Nayeon’s guest room. Yeri, Nayeon, Sana, Chuu, and Suhyun all pouted jokingly when you left, but told you to sleep well and rejoin them when you were reenergized.

After a half hour or so, you felt well rested enough to rejoin the party. As you were walking down the hall, you heard something that made you stop dead in your tracks.

“We should play truth or dare!” Nayeon proclaimed. You could hear in her voice that the girls had busted out a bottle of wine shortly after you left. Go figure.

“That’s a great idea!” Chuu agreed enthusiastically, clunking her class down on the table.

“Ugh, didn’t we do this at the last sleepover?” you heard Yeri ask.

Your ears perked up at the sound of her voice. You hadn’t told anyone, because you knew none of the girls could keep a secret, but you had a massive crush on her. No one knew you were awake yet anyway, so what would be the harm in eavesdropping a little bit?

“Yeah, but we didn’t get to ask any juicy questions then!” Sana whined. “We just talked about our lame feelings and stuff.”

“Yeah come on Yeri, it’ll be fun.” Suhyun debated.

“Fine, let’s do it. This is what i get for being the only sober one tonight.” Yeri grumbled. “I wish Y/N was here so I wouldn’t be stuck with all you drunkards.”

You blushed and smiled at the floor at her mention of your name. Part of you wanted to go out there and comfort her, but you were too far into this eavesdropping mission to drop it now.

“Well since you’re so thrilled, how about you go first Yerim?” Nayeon teased. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Yeri grumbled.

“BORING!” Chuu chanted, cupping her hands around her mouth.

“Yeah Yeri, don’t be a stick in the mud.” Sana pleaded, tugging on her arm.

“Fine! Give me a stupid dare!” Yeri huffed, throwing her hands up in surrender.

Nayeon smirked evilly. “I dare you to go into the guest room and wake up Y/N with a kiss.”

Your heart stopped. You couldn’t see her, but you knew Yeri was frozen too.

“… are you serious?” she asked meekly. Nayeon must have nodded, because everyone else erupted into applause.

“This is your chance to finally make a move on them!” Suhyun said, encouragingly patting her on the back.

“While they’re asleep? Guys that’s creepy.” Yeri replied nervously.

“Oh come on Yeri, just a little peck on the lips!” Nayeon compromised. “You’ve had a crush on them for MONTHS now. We all know they like you back. Someone has to get the ball rolling.

Your breath hitched in your throat. Yeri liked you? And the girls knew you liked her back? Perhaps they were smarter than you thought.

There was a moment of silence before Yeri slapped her hands on her thighs. “Alright,” she said, “I’ll do it.”

You sprinted back to the guest room with the lightest footsteps you could possibly manage, doing a swift tiptoe run as sound of the girls cheering drowned out behind you. You quickly darted back under the covers and resumed your sleeping position.

You got comfortable just as Yeri clicked open the bedroom door, peering in to see if you were still asleep. You heard her footsteps padding closer to you, until the mattress next to you sunk down a bit.

“Y/N?” she asked quietly, “Are you awake?”

You gave no response.

“Alright, well, here goes…” she sighed, grabbing your shoulders lightly. Once you felt her weight pressing down on you to lean in and kiss you, you sprung up and met her halfway, clamping a hand behind her neck to deepen the kiss.

She pulled back in shock. “Y/N? You’re awake?” she questioned.

You clicked on the bedside lamp so you could see each other. “I like you too Yeri.”

It suddenly clicked in her head that you must have heard her conversation with the girls. She open-mouth laughed at you, feigning disbelief.

“You’re such a little eavesdropper!” she scolded, poking at your sides playfully.

“Shut up and kiss me again.” you demanded, pulling her back down.

Her hips shifted to straddle you as your lips met once again, slowly and softly at first but getting rougher and deeper by the second. Her tongue hesitantly entered your mouth as if asking for permission. You hooked your own tongue right under it, granting her that permission. Now more confident in your intimacy, she began rolling her hips over your core. You matched her rhythm and pushed your hips up for more friction.

She was wearing a thin cotton nightgown, so thin that you could see her hardened nipples pressing against the fabric. You brought a hand up her thigh and trailed your way up to her chest hesitantly.

“You can touch me, Y/N.” she reassured, grabbing your hand and placing it over her breast.

You cupped it and rolled her nipple between your fingers, making her moan at the sensation.

“Do you want them in your mouth?” she asked suddenly.

Your eyes widened. “Well yes, but you don’t have to-“

She cut you off by whipping the nightgown off and over her head, tossing it to the side quickly. Now just clad in a simple pair of white cotton panties, she moved further up your body until her chest was hovering over your face.

It was hard to think logically when the hottest girl you knew was practically naked on top of you, positioning her plump breast towards your lips. You lost all reserve, and took her nipple in your mouth to begin sucking on it.

“Fuck, Y/N…” she groaned, eyelids fluttering shut. Her hips began rutting against your abdomen, obviously trying to get off.

You could feel your own arousal leaking through your pants, but your main focus was pleasuring Yeri. You lifted your hand up to grope the breast you weren’t currently suckling on, flicking the nipple lightly.

“Y/N, please…” she begged, “I need more.”

You released her nipple from your lips, making a “pop” sound. You looked up at her with bright eyes. “Can I taste you then?”

She nodded, and in an instant, you sprung up and pinned her to the mattress underneath you. Now on top, you began trailing kisses down her abdomen until you reached her panties. You tugged them down with your teeth, then dove straight for her clit with a flat tongue. She cried out as soon as the contact was made.

You were interrupted by the sudden opening of the bedroom door.

“Hey are you guys alright in here? I heard screaming and, OH MY GOD!” Nayeon screeched, slapping her hands over her eyes.

“Nayeon!” you both yelled out, scrambling to cover Yeri’s naked body.

“Nope, it’s my fault!” the older girl sighed, turning around. “I should’ve knocked. Continue.”

She shut the door behind you and sprinted down the hall. “Guys! Guys! Y/N was totally just giving Yeri head! Our plan worked!” you heard her chant, causing all the girls to cheer.

Yeri slapped a palm to her forehead. “Why do we have to have such stupid friends?”

“Yeah, but I’m gonna have to thank them one day.” you chuckled, taking her hand. “But since we were interrupted anyway, I think we should go on a few dates before this goes any further. Not that I didn’t love all of it, trust me, I did.”

She giggled, rubbing her thumb along the back of your hand. “I agree. I really loved it too, but I didn’t want this to just be a hookup. I really like you.”

You nodded understandingly. “Great, that’s settled. Now let’s go face our nosy, idiot friends.”

[cheolcam]

୨୧. besties - seulgi

꒰♡꒱ avisos: seulgi × you | sugestivo (não rola putaria nenhuma), menção à dollification (?), a leitora nunca teve experiências românticas ou sexuais com mulheres, menção à masturbação, ela te chama de "anjo", seulgi!experiente e leitora!inexperiente e tímida, ela é sua melhor amiga <3

꒰♡꒱ notas da autora: isso passou longe da minha ideia inicial, mas eu meio que gostei (?) mesmo sabendo que tudo que eu escrevo com mulheres fica meio bleh

seulgi é boa demais pra você, assim como você é boa pra ela.

você sempre teve essa tendência de se esconder na sombra das suas amigas, seguindo tudo o que elas faziam e diziam. você é facilmente manipulável, e seulgi percebeu isso quase imediatamente quando você se juntou ao grupinho.

com o passar do tempo vocês ficaram mais e mais próximas, cada dia que se passa seulgi confirma o quanto você é obediente (manipulável).

seulgi te trata como uma barbiezinha, te leva no shopping e faz você provar tudo o que ela escolhe porque ela acha que tudo vai ficar tão bem em você, te leva no salão de beleza e faz de tudo pra ver você mais bonita ainda.

você é uma boneca nas mãos dela, e não reclama, na verdade nem percebe, acha que a kang só quer aumentar sua autoestima e ter um dia das garotas.

ela é melhor que todas as amigas que já teve, e isso é certeza, mas você não consegue sair da sombra dela, é tão submissa à kang que chega a ser inacreditável. você é tão bobinha, uma boneca bobinha.

seulgi sabe tudo sobre sua vida, conhece sua casa, seus pais, seus ex namorados, suas comidas favoritas, coisas que te incomodam. tudo. ela provavelmente te conhece melhor que você mesma.

então você resolve se abrir, não vai ter problema em conversar com sua melhor amiga, certo?

você respira e fecha os olhos imaginando a cena várias e várias vezes, tentando amenizar o nervosismo e se convencer que vai dar tudo certo.

seu celular vibra, e a tela mostra uma notificação da conversa da kang.

"já tô aqui na frente"

você não consegue falar de primeira, envergonhada demais pra isso, então fazem tudo menos conversam, e depois de assistir três episódios de uma série aleatória que viram no catálogo seulgi parece curiosa.

"você não vai me dizer o que você queria?"

merda.

"hm?"

"você disse que queria que eu vinhesse pra gente conversar..."

"ah, isso... eu acho que talvez, bem talvez..." você faz questão de enfatizar sentindo o corpo ficar quente de tanta vergonha. "eu esteja gostando da mina que faz academia comigo..."

seulgi não responde de primeira, mas a expressão não muda.

"e?"

ela espera mais alguma coisa?

"ah, não sei, isso é estranho, você sabe... nunca senti algo assim por mulheres... então eu meio não sei o que fazer."

"não sabe o que fazer? chega nela e é isso... é normal, anjo, você só não tá acostumada."

seulgi sabe de tudo.

sabe que você nunca teve que chegar em uma pessoa antes, elas vem atrás de você e não o contrário, e isso é uma ocorrência comum na sua vida.

sabe que você nunca se tocou sozinha porque sempre tinha algum cara querendo fazer isso por você.

você é uma pillow princess, e ela não te culpa, sabe que você gosta de ser mimada.

"me ensina seulgi..." você pede.

"o quer que eu te ensine anjo?"

"ah, tipo, você sabe..." você se sente ridícula falando assim, mas não consegue pensar em palavras.

você quer ajuda pra conquistar a mina da academia? ou quer ajuda pra aprender a ter prazer sozinha? ou os dois?

mesmo assim é uma situação humilhante e de repente você se sente uma garota bobinha de novo.

"me ensina tudo. tudo o que você sabe..."

"tudo?"

"sim..." você diz sem hesitação.

"então..." ela para e pensa. "senta na cama e encosta na cabeceira pra mim." ela diz docemente.

e você obedece sem contestar, assim como seulgi imaginava você é sempre muito obediente.

ela chega mais perto, de joelhos na cama e te pergunta em um sussurro. "posso te beijar?" mas antes que você responda ela sussurra novamente. "prometo que depois eu te ensino como dar ideia nela, mas isso é mais importante, não é? você sempre diz que tá com tesão, mas não procura ninguém pra te ajudar..."

você acena com a cabeça, perdidinha nos olhos da kang, as palavras já te deixam tonta e você seus lábios formigam.

"mas não se preocupa que eu vou te ajudar, tá? porque melhores amigas sempre se ajudam não importa o motivo..."

[revelwrittenscenes]

Two of Us

Idol: Irene (Red Velvet)

{ Fluff }

Request: Here

Summary: You and Irene have been in a secret relationship for a while, which your members are not aware of. You decide it’s time to finally reveal it to them.

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Note: Hello hello to everybody, hope you are all doing well and had a decent first month. I’ve got another short piece here, thanks to anon who requested this!

It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and you and your girlfriend had spent the morning lounging around. You were in the middle of a delicious meal Irene had cooked when she suddenly spoke.

“Love, I’ve been thinking,” Irene began. “I think it’s time we told our members about us.”

You stopped mid bite, turning to look over at her on the couch. Putting down your food, you got up to join her, taking a seat beside her. You cleared your throat.

“Is there a reason for this sudden idea?” You couldn’t hide the fact that the thought of telling your members about your relationship with Irene was a bit daunting.

Irene only shook her head. “I’m tired of lying. I want them to know we’re together.”

“I don’t like lying to my members either, but are you sure about this? The more people know about us, the higher the chances are that it’ll get out.”

“You’re right. But even then, I know you’re worth taking that chance.” You sighed, before hugging her tightly.

“You know I can’t say no to you.”

.  .  .

“Ugh! We should do this more often.” Rose exclaimed. “This food tastes amazing.” You laughed along with the Red Velvet members, finding Rose’s comments endearing.

“I know, we’ve haven’t gotten together in a while now, why is that?” Joy asked.

“You know our leader is really busy with schedules!” Yeri whined.

“Our Y/N is always doing something too.” Jisoo teasingly elbowed you. You gave Irene a side glance, and she nodded.

“There’s actually something Y/N and I wanted to tell you.” To your members confusion, Irene got up and walked to your side. She took your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers.

“We’re dating.” You said, standing alongside Irene, waiting for everyone’s response.

It was quiet for a moment, before the silence was replaced with squeals and ‘I told you so!’s. Your and Irene’s group mates stood up, coming over to hug the two of you.

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?!”

“You make such a cute couple!”

“Can you name your first child after me?” Irene gave Seulgi an amused look, before shaking her head no. After many more questions and a toast made by Wendy, the group finally settled down.

“I knew it. I could tell something was going on with you guys.” Jennie smirked. “I’d never seen Y/N smile as big as when Irene laughed at those corny jokes.”

“My jokes aren’t corny!” You complained, failing to hide your embarrassment. Irene giggled at your annoyed expression, reaching over to quickly press her lips to your cheek.

“Woah, I’ve never seen Y/N blush this much before!” Yeri exclaimed. While Irene would usually quiet her rowdy members, she couldn’t help but laugh along with the others.

“Not you too!”