#seulgi abs

[seullovesme]

plsplspls write a drabble about seulgi and her abs, i just wanna #### them and #### them so bad

6th member reader mentions her favorite feature about seulgi is her abs and she gets braver about showing them all the time 🤭😭

LMFAOOOO anon you are SO real for submitting this i got so carried away, enjoy babez

not proofread 😞

pairing = 6th member!reader x kang seulgi

warnings ⥬ suggestive

seulgi rereads your bubble message for what may be the 50th time in the span of 5 minutes.

"my favorite part about seulgi? her abs of course.. you know what i mean right? i love them, they're incredible"

every time she reads it, it makes her so giddy and she can feel a smile fight its way onto her face. to think that you, her dearest member, was admiring her body like that and not to mention the fact that you said that to the fans. she put a hand on her stomach and thanked the lord for blessing her with abs. she was thrilled to know that you like a part of her body.

in fact, she was so happy about it that her outfits constantly consisted of shirts that lacked a lower half. she found herself wearing only crop tops in the dorms in hopes that you would give her more attention, but every time you saw her, you never said or did anything.

seulgi was beginning to get upset, you said it yourself that you loved her toned stomach so why weren't you saying anything? she was wearing some of her shortest shirts that even wendy started to comment about how she had been dressing, and then irene did too. it seemed like everyone but you cared, and she was NOT having it.

she busts into your room and spots on your phone in bed. after slamming the door, she stomps her way over to you and snatches your phone out of your hands. you were shocked but what was more shocking to you was seulgi's outfit. she wore a loose cropped sweater that stopped at her ribs and low waisted jean shorts that were definitely too short for her to be wearing in january.

"seul, arent you cold?" somehow, you saying this made her more frustrated. its like you were ignoring what she really wanted on purpose. she pushes you down on your bed and straddles your waist while pinning your arms above your head, making it impossible for you to move. you try to get her off of you saying this is weird, but she stays put. you eventually give up and just opt to hearing her out.

seulgi bursts and tells you all about how she's been wearing these extremely revealing clothes this whole week, trying to earn praises and attention from you but never even batted an eyelash. you could see how mad she was by the way her nostrils flared as she spoke. you try to move one arm but seulgi only tightens her grip, so you ask her to let go for a moment which she does as she fears hurting you.

once she let go, you put a hand on her exposed abdomen and felt the muscles tense under your hands. the sensation was so nice for the girl and you could see it on her face. "you think i wanted to ignore you?" you explained how you ignored her simply because you didn't think you'd be able to control yourself if you didn't. this flusters the girl on top of you and she lets you go to hide her face in embarrassment. you put both your hands on her waist and played the loops in her shorts.

you continued talking about how she should dress like this but only for you. of course she will, after what happened, she will most definitely dress up just for you.

(ok but fr why cant i move my images or texts in post)

[scarui]

jesus christ what level of toxic yuri couldve possibly happened between jaeyi and that freaky chick that shes attacking my girl seulgi for it T T

[normalgirlatron]

THIS CLIP IS LOWK MAKING ME CRY LIKE THE MAKNAES WERE NOT HAVING IT I GUESS

[youngpoetpoe]

Summer Magic

Irene x Seulgi x Male Reader

Buy me a ko-fi.

The sun beats down on the private rooftop pool, its turquoise water shimmering, the city’s hum a distant buzz beyond the hotel’s sleek glass walls. You lean back against the pool’s edge, arms spread, the cool tiles biting your skin, a smirk curling your lips. As Red Velvet’s new manager, you’ve wasted no time bending the group to your will—sweet promises, sly gaslighting, a few well-placed whispers about their careers, and now they’re yours, hooked, ready to do whatever you want.

Wendy’s off hosting SBS Youngstreet, her radio voice probably charming the airwaves, leaving Irene and Seulgi here, ripe for the taking, their eyes already glinting with devotion, their bodies primed for your touch.

Irene steps into view first, her petite frame a vision in her Summer Magic outfit: a yellow checkered dress with thin straps, the neckline dipping low to show off her perky chest, the hem cutting high to reveal her tight midriff and toned thighs, paired with white shorts that hug her slim hips and accentuate her firm ass.

Seulgi’s nearby, dipping her toes in the water, her figure wrapped in a blue checkered dress with a palm tree accessory clipped into her long, wavy brown hair, cascading down her back in glossy waves. The dress clings to her toned abs, cutting off to highlight her thick, dancer’s thighs and round ass, paired with white shorts that ride high, emphasizing her curves. Her tan skin contrasts Irene’s ivory glow, her wide, expressive eyes locking onto you with a playful spark, red lips parting in a shy smile—she’s the group’s heart, but you’ve turned her vibrant warmth into a desperate need to please.

“You two look fucking edible” you say, voice low, cutting through the pool’s gentle lap. Irene’s blush deepens, her fingers fidgeting with her shorts, her leader’s composure fraying under your gaze. Seulgi giggles, a nervous edge, her tan shoulders rolling as she steps closer, water splashing her bare feet.

“You’ve been teasing us all day” Seulgi says, her voice bright but trembling, her accent soft, her eyes darting to Irene like she’s checking for permission. “At the shoot… those looks.”

Irene steps forward, her bare feet silent on the tiles, her dark eyes narrowing, a flicker of jealousy at Seulgi’s boldness. “He’s our manager now” she says, voice firm but soft, like she’s reminding Seulgi who’s in charge, even if she’s just as enthralled. “We do what he wants.”

You grin, sliding into the pool, water cool against your heated skin, your swim trunks tight against your hardening cock. “And what I want’s right here.” You beckon them with a finger, your tone smooth. “Get in.”

They obey, no hesitation. Irene slips in first, her movements graceful, water rippling around her slim waist, her crop top soaking through, clinging to her tits, nipples hardening under the wet fabric. Seulgi follows, less controlled, splashing slightly, her blue top darkening, outlining her abs, her shorts sticking to her thighs, water beading on her tanned skin. They wade closer, their eyes locked on you, Irene’s dark and commanding, Seulgi’s wide and eager, both ready to serve, their rivalry simmering in the way their shoulders brush, a silent I’m better.

You pull Irene to you, her petite body light in the water, her bare shoulders slick under your hands, her black hair floating like ink. “You’ve been dying for this” you murmur. Her breath hitches, pale cheeks flushing, and she nods, eyes half-lidded, lips parting. You kiss her hard, tongue plunging, claiming her mouth, her moan soft, muffled, her full lips soft but urgent, pressing back, her hands gripping your arms, nails digging into your skin.

Her hand slides down, finding your cock through your trunks, fingers wrapping tight, jerking you briskly, the water sloshing with her rhythm, her strokes fast, precise, like she’s proving her worth. The pleasure’s sharp, a hot jolt through your core, your cock throbbing under her grip, her pale fingers a blur under the water, her leader’s control showing even now, every move calculated to make you groan.

Seulgi’s on you before you can speak, her shoulder brushing Irene’s, a quick glare passing between them, her warm lips latching onto your nipple, sucking hard, tongue flicking, wet and sloppy. Her brown hair sticks to her neck, water dripping down her bare shoulders, her blue crop top soaked, clinging to her firm tits, her teeth grazing your skin, sending sparks down your spine. She’s eager, messy, her moans vibrating against you, her hands roaming your chest, fingers tracing your abs, desperate to please, her submissive streak a stark contrast to Irene’s command.

“Fuck, you’re both so good” you rasp, voice thick, Irene’s tongue tangling with yours, her hand pumping your cock, Seulgi’s lips sucking, tongue swirling, the dual assault frying your nerves, water splashing, warm bodies pressed close, their skin slick, glowing under the sun.

Irene pulls back, panting, her lips glossy, eyes burning with lust. “Seulgi, get down there” she orders, voice sharp, her leader’s tone cutting through the haze, her hand on your chest, fingers splayed, holding you steady. She smiles at you slow and wicked, her dark eyes locked on yours and full of intent, her pale skin shimmering.

Seulgi dips her head with a quick, eager nod, her long brown hair shimmering in the sunlight before she slips beneath the surface, the turquoise water swallowing her in a ripple of light. Her tan fingers glide over your thighs, parting them with a slow, teasing pressure, the warmth of her touch sending a shiver racing up your spine. Then her lips find your cock—soft, warm, a sudden blaze against the icy pool water that clings to your skin. She draws you in deep, her mouth tight and slick, her tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles that make your breath catch, bubbles rising in soft bursts around her. Her blue checkered dress floats up, the fabric swaying like a stage costume caught in a dream, her white shorts inching higher, the curve of her ass breaking the surface as the water swirls in lazy spirals.

Irene’s hand stays on your chest, her touch firm, grounding, her smile widening, eyes glinting, like she’s savoring the control, the way you’re losing it. “Like that?” she purrs, voice low, her lips close, her breath hot, her pale shoulder brushing yours, her crop top soaked, clinging to her slim frame. You nod, groaning, her hand sliding up, fingers brushing your neck, her gaze never wavering, lust and pride mixing, as she watches Seulgi work you below.

A low groan escapes your throat as her tongue flicks faster, the heat of her mouth wrapping you in a pulsing rhythm, each swirl sending a jolt through your core. The cold water bites at your skin, but her lips—those red lips that flash perfect smiles on music shows—stretch around you, sucking with a steady, hungry pull, her throat tightening in waves that make your cock throb harder. Your fingers dig into the pool edge, the tiles sharp against your palms, a grounding sting as your hips twitch, chasing the fire building in your gut. The wet sounds of her mouth, the faint pop of bubbles, the sight of her dancer’s body swaying below—all of it blurs into a haze of sensation, your balls tightening, pleasure surging like a tide you can’t hold back. Irene’s hand on your chest is a steady anchor, her eyes boring into yours, her smile teasing, knowing you’re about to break.

A growl rumbles in your chest as Seulgi's throat clamps around you, a perfect sheath molded just for your cock—a cock that’s already claimed every Red Velvet girl, from Irene’s stern lips to Wendy’s soft gasps, Yeri’s shy whimpers, and Joy’s eager moans.

But Seulgi’s different—her throat grips you like it was made for this, made for you, her neediness a raw, pulsing thing as she sucks harder, her lips stretching wide, tongue flicking with a hunger that’s all-consuming. The cold water sharpens every sensation, her warmth a blazing fire, your cock throbbing harder with each tight pull, pleasure spiking through you like lightning. Your fingers dig into the pool edge, tiles cutting into your palms, the sharp sting grounding you as your hips buck, driving deeper into her throat, her muffled gags vibrating through you.

Her hair fans out underwater, a shimmering cascade that gleams like it does on stage, her palm tree accessory bobbing with each thrust—a reminder of the vibrant idol she is to the world. But here, she’s not Red Velvet’s Seulgi, the dazzling performer with a voice that captivates millions. She’s your slut, her throat a willing vessel, her body trembling with the need to please you, to take every inch you’ve given to her bandmates, to prove she’s the best. The thought sends a surge of heat through you—your cock pulses, nerves alight with every frantic suck, every desperate swirl, pleasure coiling tighter, hotter, an inferno ready to erupt as she worships you, her idol perfection now a dripping, needy mess just for you.

Seulgi surfaces, gasping, water streaming down her face, brown hair plastered to her tanned cheeks, eyes wide, desperate for air, her lips parted, panting, her blue top clinging, nipples poking through. You’re teetering, cock throbbing, ready to blow, but Irene’s hand shoots down, grabbing Seulgi’s wet hair, shoving her head back underwater with a sharp “Finish the job you whore.”

Seulgi squirms, body thrashing, bubbles exploding, her hands clawing your thighs, nails scraping, panic mixing with need, her mouth finding your cock again, warmer now, tighter, her throat contracting, sucking harder, lips locked, tongue wild, the cold water amplifying every pulse, every flick. Irene’s hand remains on Seulgi's head to keep her underwater, while her other hand stays on your chest. Her smile is now gone, her eyes dark and commanding, her black hair dripping, pale skin glowing, her crop top clinging, her voice a low growl—“She’ll take it all.”

A guttural groan tears from your chest as you lose control, hips bucking hard, your cock pulsing with each surge, hot cum pumping into Seulgi’s mouth in thick spurts. Her throat works to swallow every drop, the warmth of her mouth a stark contrast to the cold water, her lips trembling around you, bubbles rising in frantic bursts as her body jerks, gasping for air yet locked onto you, refusing to let go. Irene leans in, her lips crashing into yours with a fierce urgency, her tongue plunging deep, swapping saliva in a hungry exchange, her moans vibrating into your mouth, her hand gripping your neck, nails digging in sharply, her pale skin flushed pink, water dripping from her black ponytail, her white shorts riding up to reveal her toned thighs.

The pleasure blinds you, your cock convulsing in Seulgi’s tight, unrelenting seal, Irene’s kiss a possessive claim, your hands tangling in Seulgi’s wet hair, fingers twisting as you shove her down, burying your cock deeper, her throat choking around you, cum flooding her in waves.

You release Seulgi, her head breaking the surface, gasping, coughing, water streaming down her tanned face, brown hair plastered, eyes watering, lips swollen, cum and spit dripping from her mouth, her blue top soaked, clinging to her heaving chest. She’s panting, trembling, but her eyes lock on you, adoring, submissive, like she’s proud she took it, her shoulders shaking, water beading on her skin.

Irene pulls back, licking her lips, her dark eyes glinting, a satisfied smirk curling, her pale skin shimmering, black hair slick, her hand sliding down your chest, possessive. “Good girl” she murmurs, glancing at Seulgi, her voice sharp, praising but edged, like she’s reminding her who’s boss. Seulgi nods, breathless, her smile shy, her hands gripping the pool edge, steadying herself, her shorts riding up, ass peeking out, water dripping.

You lean back, chest heaving, cock softening, water lapping at your waist. Irene’s flushed face, Seulgi’s cum-streaked lips, water beading on their bare shoulders, their soaked outfits clinging, shorts barely covering their asses, the pool’s surface rippling, their eyes locked on you, hungry, devoted. Irene’s hand lingers on your chest, her fingers tracing your skin while Seulgi’s gaze is softer, eager, her vibrant energy subdued but burning, both ready for whatever you demand next.

“Fucking perfect” you say, voice rough, pulling them closer, their bodies warm, slick, pressing against you, Irene’s pale skin cool, Seulgi’s tanned skin hot, their bare shoulders brushing, their rivalry simmering in the way they lean into you, each vying for your touch. The sun’s high, water’s cool, and their eyes scream they’re yours—hooked, enamored, your words and whispers all it took to break them, their short shorts and crop tops a wet, clinging tease, their hair dripping, lips parted, ready for more.

Irene smirks, her black hair sticking to her neck, her hand sliding lower, brushing your thigh, teasing, her voice a soft taunt. “Think Wendy’s missing out?” she murmurs, her tone playful, knowing Wendy’s stuck at the radio station.

Seulgi giggles, breathless, her brown hair plastered, her cheek brushing your arm, her voice softer, eager. “She’d be jealous” she says, her hand resting on your hip, fingers light, like she’s staking a claim, her eyes flicking to Irene, checking her reaction.

You grin, pulling them tighter, water splashing, their bodies a slick, warm tangle, the city’s hum a faint backdrop. “She’ll get hers” you say, voice low, promising, your hands roaming their bare shoulders, fingers tracing their soaked tops, their shorts, their skin, already planning the next round, their eyes lighting up, ready to obey your control absolute.

[authorhjk1]

How would each RV member treat morning wood?

Irene

You slowly get off the bed. Irene comes out of the bathroom of your hotel room, looking as gorgeous as she always does.

"Hurry please. I'm hungry."

You throw on jeans and a shirt and slip into your shoes.

"I'm ready to go."

"Not like that you are not."

"What is wrong? I took a shower last night, before going to bed."

"That's not the issue. That is."

Irene points at your crotch. The bulge in your jeans is clearly visible.

"What am I supposed to do about that now? You said you're hungry. Just give it a couple of minutes."

She shakes her head.

"I'm not letting you go to breakfast like that."

You watch her take a hairband out of her purse.

Irene talks while she ties her hair in a ponytail.

"Get on the bed and take your pants off."

Seulgi

You open one eye. Then the other. A relaxed, drawn out breath leaves you mouth. Seulgi lies next you, her back facing in your direction. You kiss her naked shoulder. Your cock is hard and still deep inside of her. Exactly where she asked you to put it last night. This is an everyday, or rather every night, occurrence.

"Good morning, babe."

You greet Seulgi with another kiss as her eyes slowly open.

"Morning..."

Her smile warms your heart. You feel her slowly backing up against you, beginning to grind herself against your crotch. Your cock inside of her urges you on to fuck her.

"Give me my morning treat?"

Who could say no to that cute smile?

Wendy

You wake up with a smile. Like every day she stays over, your girlfriend Wendy is already taking care of you, although you have been asleep until now. You feel her head slowly bob up and down on your cock. Her hand gives your base slow strokes.

"Good morning, sunshine."

She greets you with a smile. You pat her head, unable to say anything while you watch Wendy as she keeps going, getting sloppier and faster.

Joy

"Good morning, sweetie."

"Good morning."

You turn your head to give Joy a kiss as you keep making breakfast. She still looks sleepy, but you notice how she admires your broad shoulders and back. You didn't bother putting on a shirt yet and it seems like Joy appreciates you choice.

You feel her hands slowly gliding across your abs, until she finds the hem of your pants. You feel them falling on onto your feet a moment later. Joy reaches forward, still standing behind you, and grabs the olive oil you are using to make breakfast. You watch in silence as she pours a good amount of it into her hand.

Joy wraps her hand around your cock. She kisses your shoulder as she starts to slowly stroke you.

"Thank you for making breakfast."

Yeri

You went to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. As you come back, you see Yeri slowly stirring awake. A smile forms on her lips as your eyes meet. She looks down on you and you can see how her cheeks turn pink.

"You kinda have a situation."

You look down on yourself and notice your hard on.

"Did you dream about me?"

You can tell her teasing is a way for her to hide the fact that she is a little shy, whenever she sees you naked, or in this case half naked with your cock bulging your boxers.

"I did. And I'm hoping it could become reality."

A coy chuckle leaves her lips, but Yeri nods. You walk over to her side of the bed. Once you reach her, you lean down and give her a kiss, before you stand straight again and let your boxers fall to the ground. You see Yeri swallowing hard, before she leans over and gives your tip a kiss. Her eyes look up at you and then she finally wraps her lips around your cock.

[fillinforlater]

C'mon

Choi Yunjin (Jini) x Oh Haewon, Kang Seulgi

Length: 7895 words

Tags: lesbian sex, girl x girl relationships, idol x idol, fingering, licking, heart break, drunk sex, hook up, thigh riding, eating out, there is a story in this, like really I tried doing drama and all that

TW: rusty writing, rusty editing

Inspiration: "C'mon" by JINI (if you pay attention to the lyrics, they might come up in this fic again)

(A/N: yeah, I'm back for a hot second. I had this fic in the freezer, topped it off with a hot/cute ending to give you hope that I might return xD I hope you enjoy it all; the plot, the sex. Happy Pride Month, remember to be excellent to each other and accept them, even if you might not understand everything <3)

“Have you seen the new trainee?”

Jini looks up from her phone, the instagram story instantly forgotten at the sight of Haewon entering the living room. She has a white towel atop her round face, an oversized t-shirt enveloping not only her entire upper body but also her butt and crotch. Jini is very much used to this style, especially post showering, hell, she even started to copy Haewon after only a few weeks of training together. Yeah, it only took weeks. Everything went so fast.

“Oh, you mean Sullyoon?” Jini responds, eyes blatantly fixated on Haewon’s lips. “Yeah, I saw her. She is very pretty.”

“Oh yeah?” Haewon raises her chin and slowly steps closer to the couch Jini sits on. “So she is very pretty.”

“Not only very pretty,” Jini breathes, her voice teasing, she drops the phone. “I think she’ll be the visual of the group.”

Haewon is right above her now, staring down at Jini’s smirk. Jini knows that her girlfriend can never resist her addictive teasing, the naughty words that are nothing but a set up to get in the mood. It works like a charm, even right after a shower, Haewon is ready to get sweaty again. 

“You’re on a first name basis too,” Haewon remarks before suddenly grabbing Jini’s t-shirt and pulling the stunning stunned girl's face close. Jini huffs, her face is flushed with thrill, the excitement of getting Haewon aroused and ready to press her body on hers. “Why are you wearing my t-shirt again?”

“I like how big it is… and how it smells.”

“Take it off.”

An order Jini gladly follows, though she remains purposefully slow to enjoy Haewon’s gaze on her toned, bare body underneath the thin, white cloth, which is quickly discarded behind the couch. Haewon’s knee carefully opens Jini’s legs as both of them lean closer to each other, yet to touch, but the heat of their bodies already merging. 

“Only panties?” Haewon notices, not looking at the tiny pink thing covering Jini’s sex, hell, she’s not even looking at the nude hills with hard nipples atop of them. She only focuses on Jini’s eyes and the black haired girl wouldn’t have it any other way. This is why she loves this dork so much. 

“I bet it’s the same for you, babe,” Jini giggles, finally courageous enough to dig her hand beneath the towel into Haewon’s moist hair. “I need you.”

“I know, baby. Have I told you I love you before?” 

Haewon’s dorkiness is showing. Before Jini can respond, the soon-to-be-leader shoves her knee right on Jini’s pussy while her hands both grind over Jini’s sensitive breasts. The timing is a bit off, the movement sloppy, but Jini would not have it any other way. Haewon could even do some cringy shit right now, and Jini would still be wet and horny for the older’s fingers.

“Y-yes, babe,” Jini moans, biting her pointer as to not alert someone who might possibly pass this dorm room. “You do it all the time, I—oh my God!”

Haewon’s tongue glides over her girlfriend's collar, up her throat to her chin, Jini’s chin, the most sensitive chin in the world. It’s a unique spot to be so erogenous, and Haewon is ready to use it for Jini’s peak pleasure. The moment she nibbles on the smooth curve, Jini pulls her in, the rest of their curves melting, Jini leaking on Haewon’s knee, then her digits hovering down her abs, into her heat—

“Haewon, Haewon, I love you!”

#

The debut is approaching rapidly, like an unstoppable train, days filled with dancing, recording, dancing, shootings, dancing—most nights, Jini just falls asleep the second she meets her bed. Luckily, Haewon is still there, together they fight through the tough times, share a secret relationship, until Haewon has to stay longer for extra meetings and other stuff. 

“Being a leader is hard,” she says and kisses Jini’s forehead before she heads out to yet another extra schedule. “I’ll see you later, babe.”

Jini stares at the ceiling, tired yet unable to use the four hours she has to sleep properly. She misses Haewon, her touch, the shared intimacy. It’s the one thing that has carried her through the rough trainee and group building process, to lose it now is unimaginable to her. Maybe the best times are already past the two of them, maybe the homophobic culture surrounding them will have their love suppressed to the bare minimum, absolute secrecy, where Jini has to ask herself:

Is this really love?

Haewon returns earlier than Jini expected, out of breath, face equally exhausted and worried. Jini lifts her blanket and Haewon slips right next to her, wordlessly, only deep breaths leaving her lips. This is very much not the Haewon Jini is used to, no amount of training has her this quiet.

“Is everything okay, love?” Jini carefully asks, hands on Haewon’s soft, beautiful cheeks. “I’m here if you want to talk. I’m also here if you just want to sleep.”

“Can you bring me the tequila?” Haewon whispers defeatedly and Jini hurries to get the bottle and two shot glasses. In the faint moonlight falling through the window behind her bed, she fills the glasses and hands one to Haewon, who immediately downs it, followed by a loud, exaggerated sigh.

“Tequila?” Jini asks with a small smile. “That bad?”

“It goes down so easily, easier than—” Haewon stops and reaches for Jini’s glass. Another shot of tequila goes down her throat in a blaze of fire. “Jini, I-I think we need to… put our relationship on hold.”

Jini sinks to the floor in front of her bed, in front of Haewon who looks down to her with sad, glistening eyes, though Jini feels already a lot closer to crying. Before it can happen however, Haewon guides the bottle to her girlfriend's lips, and the colorless, burning liquid makes Jini jerk up. Tequila stains her cheek, chin, Haewon’s t-shirt she stole out of her drawer last night.

“Careful, you’re spilling it everywhere,” Haewon cackles quietly, as if she doesn’t mean it.

“Haewon, why? I love you, I need you, please don’t break up with me,” Jini cries out but Haewon just goes for her chin and licks the liquor off of it. Jini calms down with a soft moan, while Haewon starts to hum and kiss all over her face.

“We are not breaking up. It’s just that… we won’t have any privacy. They will restructure the dorm rooms and the rest of the time, we’ll be learning choreographies. I just want to be honest with you—we won’t have any time, but I still love you, Jini.”

“A-and what if we tell them about us and ask them to give us our own room?”

A pained sick laugh leaves Haewon’s lips and she avoids looking at Jini, not able to bear those anxious eyes. Instead she focuses on pulling her onto the bed and getting a hand underneath the t-shirt.

“Don’t be silly, Jini. They will never accept us. They can never know about us, not even Lily. I don’t want them to hurt you.”

“I-I’m not scared of them,” Jini whines, while Haewon has her shirtless already. “I’m scared of losing you.”

“Don’t worry about that, baby, let’s just enjoy tonight.” Haewon’s tongue dances with Jini’s, not in the rhythm of their song for the millionth time, but lazily, sloppily. If there was a dance teacher, they’d complain about the execution, but Jini only cares that this tongue is there and makes her feel warm and wet. 

“Touch me, Haewon, please.” Jini’s voice cracks during that moan as Haewon gladly flicks past her clit and fingers the dripping sex below.

“You too, Jini, put them on me. I love your smooth skin here I could—rub it forever.”

Jini gives it her all, always making sure to be spotless down there, which is quite the struggle in between all the schedules. But it’s the way Haewon likes it, Jini has never seen her with any hair down there. And so her fingers brush past the flawlessly shaven skin to the bundle that makes Haewon take deeper breaths—

—draws moans from her, loud and glorious, like her singing voice. The fingers dance, on the outside, then inside, back and forth, always careful. For the first time in a while, Jini feels her body relax, even as it twists and jerks at Haewon’s thrusting fingers and nipple-sucking lips. 

“Jini, you’re so sexy.” Haewon’s voice is deep and Jini can’t remember when they got completely naked and moved to the couch, but she doesn’t care. More important is Haewon’s pretty pink pussy on her face as she sits on it. Jini eagerly gets her tongue inside while she feels Haewon’s gaze admire her midriff, her thighs, her sex that is—

“You’re dripping~” Haewon moans.

“You too, Unnie.” Jini can’t get enough of that addictive taste. She’d love for her mouth to be filled with it; to make Haewon cum messily has always been her goal. Up until now, it’s been amazing but not yet the way she imagined it. She will have to work harder, while her Unnie rubs up and down her clit.

“You’re about to cum again, I can feel it. Your hips are jerking up.”

“Just because your hands are so good, Unnie~”

Jini can feel Haewon smile against her crotch, those lips kiss right above her slit, never the way she does it, but it’s enough. Jini’s eyes tear up for the second time this night and with the flick of her tongue, Haewon makes her scream.

“Unnie, Unnie, I’m—”

Jini’s hips lose all their tension when her orgasm subsides and she falls into the cushions. In her blissful state, she forgets her duty to eat Haewon out, so the elder just chuckles and rubs her cunt on her nose. She will do so until the deed is finished and Jini can only admire her beautiful, stunningly hot and talented lover throw her head back in pleasure.

“Ji-Jini, I love you.”

“I love you too, Unnie.”

#

Jini has been warned, but no warning would have been sufficient for the absolute lack of touch, of intimacy, of love that was about to come in the following months. All there was was training, dancing until your legs fall off, singing until your ears are ringing—then came the posing for cameras. 

The idol life she has always dreamed of finally started. It’s been a tough road, now she is living her dream, a dream filled with the painful reminder that she truly has to sacrifice everything. From a normal childhood to freetime to all kinds of relationships.

She knew about the last part, but it’s a different kind of sacrifice. If you can never find a person to love, you don’t know what you’re missing. However, if the person you love is right there and the only interaction you have is a bad quickie on the toilet, the pain will sting and remind her forever.

About that quickie, it was hasty, a dumb decision that wasn’t even a decision. Haewon had forgotten to close the door and Jini came bursting in because she needed time away from everyone, it was all too loud and if she had to listen to ‘Tank’ one more time—

They both just locked the door and locked lips. Haewon sat back down and pulled down the shorts of Jini’s stage outfit. It was all spontaneous, so Jini wasn’t properly shaven and Haewon did nothing to hide her visible disgust. However, she didn’t say anything and so Jini rode her thighs, admiring that beautiful face that still had a glint of hope for their relationship in her eyes. A tiny glint that Haewon did not try to uphold.

Other than that, she did not cum, neither did Haewon, and they both wordlessly left. No ‘I love you’ or a goodbye kiss—no one could suspect a thing. On this day, Jini’s heart started to break properly. She let it happen until a final surge had her bursting into Haewon’s and Sullyoon’s shared room.

“Haewon-unnie, we need to talk.”

“Oh my God, Jini, you scared me!” 

Haewon slams the laptop in front of her shut. The entire room is filled in darkness, except for a faint light in the tiny, corner bathroom. Jini is in her haze, induced by alcohol, induced by sadness, but mostly induced by the desperate desire to get back to Haewon, back to her lover. She just walks over and wraps an arm around the leader's waist. 

Unlike the beautiful times before, Jini is pushed away by a cold hand, stiff and it feels so heartless. She can’t see Haewon’s face but she knows it must have the same coldness. Is there anything left? Any heat from their past love that could move her an inch?

“I-I missed you,” Jini whimpers.

“Sullyoon is right there, you can’t just—”

“What is—” A sleepy Sullyoon stands in the door frame, a yawn interrupts her words and she blinds everyone by finding the light switch with her hand. “—happening here? Jini, what are you doing here?”

“I—I…”

“She was looking, no, bringing me something,” Haewon interjects and grabs Jini’s wrist. “I’ll come back in a second. Sorry for waking you up, Sully.” 

Sullyoon’s eyes switch from one girl to the other before she weakly nods and moves back into the bathroom. The moment the door closes, Haewon drags Jini out of the room and the two find a quiet corner somewhere in the endless corridors of a mostly empty, dimly lit dormitory.

“Jini, what the fuck?” Haewon growls angrily and her eyes punch holes into Jini’s heart—her words follow quickly. She must not be thinking how much it hurts. “You can’t just do this, what will they think? Don’t touch me like that, not in public!”

“I-it was just a hug, everyone hugs in public.”

“But you do it differently. They will see, and they cannot—”

“Why?” Now Jini shouts and tears stream and fists fly against the next wall. “Why, why, why? I don’t care what they think! They can know it, they can hate us—fuck, Haewon, I just want you, I love you!”

“Jini you—this will kill our careers.”

“I don’t care.”

“You.” Haewon holds her mouth in shock. She steps back, her hand no longer on Jini’s wrist. “You can’t be serious.” 

The shift in her eyes is beyond eerie. No horror film could ever encapsulate how scary this is. To see the person you love, your lover, turn from sadness to anger—away from everything Jini knew and loved—to poison. Words cannot reach her any longer, whatever Jini says will be held against her, it will all blow up. Even the L-word, it is powerless.

Nothing can be salvaged. But Jini will only realize this later.

“I am, I lo—”

“You just want to fuck me, is it that? Jini, you don’t give a fuck about my career, what I worked for, huh? You just want to have sex with me, and everyone can know it—you disgust me.”

“No, what, Haewon that’s—”

“Stop it, stop saying my name! You, I don’t want to hear it!”

Haewon reaches for Jini’s shirt—no, this is not one of Jini’s shirts. It’s the final Haewon-shirt she holds dear to her heart. The only remnants of their intimacy, hidden deep in her closet. She only wears it every now and then and now, in what is the nightmare of her life.

“That’s how you play, you take everything. My love, my career, my fucking t-shirts.” Haewon pulls at the hem. Jini fights back at first but with every tug she feels all power leave her body. But once again, it’s Haewon’s eyes and her poisonous words that kill her spirit. “You are such a piece of shit, Jini. To think I ever loved you.”

“What?”

“Give it back, give me back my youth, my love!”

“B-but Haewon, I love you, really!”

“Never say that again. You just played with my heart!”

The t-shirt is in Haewon’s hands, a couple of strings and tatters falling off of it. Jini falls to her knees in between them, only dressed in her bra and some pathetic gray sweatpants that quickly darken as her tears fall onto them. Haewon scoffs, her face puffy and angry. She is about to cry as ugly as Jini is, but this endless anger keeps her from doing it now. 

For a few seconds, she just stands there breathing, looking at the salty rivers running down Jini’s face. They are no crocodile tears, genuine, absolutely real—but she dismisses it all and faces away from her former girlfriend.

“We had nothing,” Haewon whispers and walks away. “I wish I’d never met you.”

And Jini cries the entire night.

#

The only thing paler than Jini’s face is the wall behind her manager. Jini has been fixated on it ever since she entered the office room. It’s like she can look right through it, see what could have been—the prosperous idol career she always dreamed of, fun group activities, a successful love life in secrecy. 

The disbelief in her manager’s eyes is like a mirror that suddenly reflects the truth back to her. Jini’s dream is a lie and now she has to face it, face to face with a livid man who has his palms on the desk. He can make the floor shake.

“You, you can’t be serious!”

“I am!” That shout was easy on her lips, easier than it should have been, with a heavy, racing heart, Jini stands up. She won’t back down to him, she will get her way out of here. “I don’t want to stay here for another day, I—”

“What the fuck, Jini!” In his rage, Jini’s manager stomps to the wall and smashes a small picture, its frame crashing down to the floor in a thousand sharp pieces. Now the wall is even paler and Jini can see that her real future might as well be an immovable object she is running straight into, head first, blood all over her—

“I will leave,” Jini proclaims, loud and unmistakable through the choleric pants of her enraged manager. “Or else I’ll let the world know what happens in this company.”

“Shut up.” A pained laugh as he looks down at the mess of colorful splinters and a now worthless picture. “You’re bluffing.”

“Oh yeah? I know at least half a dozen staff members who are a bit too fond of the trainees. Those helpless, naive, young little boys and girls.” Jini steps closer; he is now the palest in the room, both the light and the wall are no match. “That’s why I picked you. You did no such things. You just looked away, like we all did.”

“Jini, you stupid—”

“Stop defending them, for fucks sake.”

Every muscle in Jini’s body is filled with tension. She could really use some release, more than mere screams. A punching bag, some crazy rapid workout or maybe just a few drinks to knock her out. It’s the opposite for her manager, who lifelessly flops onto his chair and looks like he’d vomit at the next movement. Jini has never seen him cry and this might be the moment he does without actually showing tears.

“I—I can’t, this is my dream job, my future, my life.”

“It was mine too. Dreams die, so let me leave.”

“Why now? I just got this position and you’re going to ruin my chances of ever getting back.”

The manager starts to sob, though he cannot admit it. Jini feels sick to the stomach, while her anger does not fade. When he turns around, she just imagines the blank face of Haewon and her venomous words. She can argue against that all night, all day until it frees her of this hell hole.

“I’ve looked away for too long,” Jini proclaims and reaches for her coat. “If you don’t have anything to say, I’m leaving. Don’t try to stop me or else.”

“You’re cruel, Jini, I don’t want to see your face ever again.”

“Good.” She opens the door. On the other end of the long hallway are her former members, waddling to their next practice session or photo shooting or music show. Whatever. Luckily, she can only see their backs, each of them a bit exposed, sweaty—then there is Haewon, her hand on Sullyoon’s back, a bit too intimate. “You won’t even hear from me, I’m basically dead.”

#

“Hey, it’s me.” Jini is about to ignore and delete the voicemail, but this is from a person that actually cares about her. “I heard what happened. Look, I dunno why it happened or if you are feeling good or bad about it—I’m just your idiot brother after all—but I know just the place you might need right now. I’ll send you the address. Don’t worry, it’s girls only. From what I heard, they are very popular amongst your kind. I really hope you’re doing fine.”

Jini cracks a weak smile. She hasn’t left her apartment in days, only reaching out to very specific friends to tell them about what happened,  her decision to leave the company. Actually, no one knows about her break up, the relationship with Haewon. It was all a well-kept secret not even her best friends knew about. 

As for her brother, he is the only one in her family who knows about her sexuality. The rest would most likely not accept her, hell, her father hasn’t really talked to her ever since she became a trainee. Jini’s life has developed far away from her family, especially her other relatives. Hearing her brother's voice feels like a relief with the bitter aftertaste of loneliness. Lonely, like the tiny apartment room she now lives in. 

Maybe it’s time for her to go out again. One night of nothing but drinking and mindless flirting, regretting it all the next day—and then it’s time for her to look forward. She can’t stay in this apartment, this state of sorrow and grief forever. Before this new found feeling of ‘fuck it all’ can go away, she puts on her prettiest dress and a tiny bit of make-up. Luckily, the bar is not too far away.

“If you promise to visit me, I might pay for a few of your drinks ;-P” Send by Idiot Brother

Jini’s second smile is already a lot stronger.

#

To Jini’s shock, she does not find a small and cozy lesbian bar with a couple of hot, single girls. The place is fucking huge, probably the biggest in all of Korea. There is a constant influx of women, usually in pairs and groups, standing together, talking, drinking, partying. The noisiness, paired with the all black and rough looking interior makes Jini quickly order and down her first cocktail. Something, something tequila. When she watches couple after couple make out all around her, she grabs her second one. Something, something vodka.

“Hey, do I know you?” the bartender asks her, voice firm and concerned.

“Nah, it’s my first time here,” Jini responds and shakes her head. A terrible idea. She can feel the alcohol flooding her head and already doing its thing. Soon, she’ll lose control—and gradually forget about the Haewon-shaped hole in her heart.

“Oh, I didn’t mean from here.” The bartender leans forward, towards Jini. She stares at the former idol, clearly unsure about something. “Maybe from the news or something?”

“Not possible, I’m not—famous.

“C-can I get another one? A Daiquiri?”

“Sure, gimme a second.” The bartender walks to the other end of the bar.

Jini’s heart starts to race. For a second, she was famous. An idol of JYP Entertainment, of course that is enough for people to recognize her. Leaving the group does not evaporate her fame. Clearly the bartender must have seen some posters or news about her. How could she forget about something like that? What’s going to happen now? Can she really go unrecognized through this night?

Suddenly, someone grabs her arm. Jini would shriek, but the liquor is already slowing her reaction time down.

“You shouldn’t be here,” a serious voice from behind her says. Jini turns towards the woman, but a mask covers her face. The uncovered eyes however look very familiar. 

“D-do I know you?” Jini asks and hopes that the bartender returns. She does not. Crap.

“There is a different area for people like us. Quick, before someone recognizes you!” 

Jini’s arm is in the firm grasp of this stranger who drags her through the bar without a care for the other partying woman. Jini tries to apologize, but the liquor already weighs her tongue down and so she is quietly staggering behind her kidnapper. An inconspicuous door later and the two are in a lot quieter area with multiple security people scanning them. 

“It’s safer here, trust me,” the woman says and removes her mask. Jini needs a second and a good shake of her head to realize who just pulled her out of the bar into—another bar.

“A-aren’t you… Kang Seulgi? The Seulgi!?”

“Sorry for not introducing myself.” Seulgi scratches her head and then combs her slightly sweaty hair back. “But it was necessary. You can’t run around like this when you’re literally—”

“Huh, is this dress too revealing?” Jini interrupts, her voice drowsy, a bit unhinged. She tries to pull down the hem of her dress before Seulgi grabs her shoulders and shakes her entire body.

“Girl, you are the top news story of today! Everyone knows you, everyone who gives a tiny fuck about our genre thinks about you. This was the worst day to just show up at the biggest lesbian bar in all of Seoul. If anyone saw you—did anyone see you?”

Jini tries to think real hard, a finger pressed to her lips, forehead in wrinkles. She does not notice how she sways from one foot to the other, dangerously close to just slumping  backwards, then forwards. Seulgi gently puts a hand to her back and guides her towards a corner with neat tables and cute chairs.

“Th-Thank you,” Jini whispers and tries to keep eye contact with the older idol. Her beauty and the fact that she is right there, a genuinely concerned look on her bear-like features has a bigger effect on Jini than any of the first drinks she’s had. “Sorry, I’m a bit… tipsy. B-but maybe, the bartender. She might have recognized me, maybe.”

Seulgi sighs in relief. “Okay, if it’s just one of them there is no need to be concerned. If you believe it or not, it’s not the first time a gay idol icon has just walked into a regular bar—it’s a miracle that they haven’t been in the news before.”

“S-so you’re saying that there are more idols l-like us? Wait, are you into g-girls too, Seulgi?!”

Seulgi raises an eyebrow and leans back on her chair. A black, leather jacket, at least a size too big, hangs down her shoulders. Beneath it is a loose crop top that exposes her insanely attractive midriff. To finish it off, her tight black pants are pulled high above her waist and hint at, almost teasing a navel. Seulgi is stunning, definitely made for the girls, as they say. “Don’t tell me that this is a surprise to you? What’s next? Exy or Eunseo suddenly like men?”

Jini’s eyes open wide. Before she becomes incoherent however, she falls back down to earth, her face buried in her hands. Of course there are more lesbian and gay idols, hell, she has been in a relationship with one of them. This reminder of Haewon has set things in motion. Melancholy spreads in Jini’s mind and it is only a soft hand on her head that distracts her.

“Hey, sorry about that.” Seulgi smiles softly. “I remember being a baby gay too, visiting this bar for the first time and being surprised at how many girls are like me. I promise, the longer you stay here, the more often you come here, the easier it will be to accept and understand things.”

Jini lazily looks around. She notices idols and other famous people, namely actresses and athletes sitting everywhere in this cozy bar. The music is a lot quieter, so the screams and dancing from next door are clearly audible. If she is honest, none of the people she recognizes truly shocks her. They were all already ‘probably not straight’ in her head, in her reality.

“It’s not even about that,” Jini suddenly begins to explain. “Like, I of course kinda knew you were into women, that’s why me and many others admired you. You showed us that it’s possible, even if we can’t be fully open about it. No, it’s because you all remind me of… her, and it hurts like hell.”

Seulgi’s orbs widen a bit and she starts to caress Jini’s hand. “Do you want to tell me what happened? Or should I get us some drinks and we just get black out drunk and forget everything, all our worries?”

“How about both?” Jini asks with a weak smile and Seulgi reciprocates it. She quickly skips over to the bar where the bartender is swift at preparing two colorful cocktails. Jini has no idea what it is she is sipping, but it tastes good and does the job. No reason for her to care.

“So, feel free to tell me,” Seulgi says and takes a huge first swing from her drink. “As much as you want, as much as you need.”

“It’s all just shit. A whole lot of shit.” Another sip. The drink is growing on Jini, or maybe it’s the fact that she is suddenly scared to talk about it. If only Seulgi, the older one, the clearly more experienced girl would make the first step. 

“Losing your career?” Seulgi suddenly asks, somewhat mindlessly, and Jini feels her heart drop, ache, break while she somehow cracks a smile from somewhere.

“That and the way it happened. But I can’t go back. It hurts so much.”

“Oh, that sounds like I can relate,” Seulgi says, then scoffs as her hand reaches over the table to pull Jini’s cocktail glass down. “Slow down, babe, or you’ll drown in it.”

Jini blushes, almost drops her drink and spits out the rest. That word, the nice b-word, shouldn’t roll off of her tongue so easily. Seulgi is so nonchalant and sexy about it, seeming to not mind flattering the young girl while also clearly enjoying it. To make matters better, she puts her hand atop Jini’s and starts her own story with a smile.

“I had this thought of quitting multiple times. Everytime we fight, she makes me feel like I’m not good enough—only her stress reliever. It’s like she just sees me as a sex toy. Hell, I don’t mind if the entire world just sees me as a body—but from her, I want more. Worst of all, she knows it and still flip-flops. I wish I could just stop loving her or find the courage to quit, but I simply… can’t.”

“Who,” Jini gulps. “Who are you talking about?”

Seulgi shakes her head and locks eyes with Jini. The sudden seriousness and fierceness overwhelms the younger girl. It’s like Seulgi looks right through her, as if her head is made out of glass and every memory of Haewon is replaying like a 4k movie. The truth is sucked right out of Jini as the thought about her ex-girlfriend loving her intimately starts to hurt like daggers in her soul.

“You have a girlfriend too, huh? Gorgeous, hot, your whole obsession—and very toxic at the same time.”

“I-I… I had. We broke up. I ran away. I couldn’t stand what she said to me. But I still love her, I want her more than ever.”

Jini drops her head to the table, hand firmly around the glass. She tries to squeeze it, crush it, like it’s that last remnant of yearning for Haewon inside her heart. But the glass slips and she spills the rest of the ice cold drink over her dress. A frustrated gasp from her.

“Oh God, you can’t be serious…”

“Looks like he is serious,” Seulgi jokes with clenched teeth as she gets up and kneels next to Jini. With some paper towels, she tries to dry off Jini’s dress as best as she can, but the stain looks like it will stay for the rest of the night.

“Don’t sweat it,” Jini says, flustered again. “I think after this night, it’s not going to be the only stain. And also, I really do not care if I smell of alcohol after tonight.”

“So you really do plan on getting drunk.”

“So drunk that I’ll forget about both of our toxic relationships,” Jini responds with a smile. Before she can raise her hand to order another drink, Seulgi dashes away and returns almost instantly with two red cocktails.

“These are super sweet, with vodka. I bet you’ll love the taste and suddenly—bliss will hit you like a train.” Seulgi starts to drink first as if she was talking to herself. Thus ends the heavy chatter and light fun begins. Both girls crack jokes left and right and fill the bar with louder and louder noises. Laughter, laughter everywhere until they are kindly asked to move ‘upstairs’. Jini has no idea what’s ‘upstairs’, but she simply follows Seulgi who helps her up a hidden staircase behind the bars. The older girl is giggling like crazy, while Jini is confused about all the secrets in this mysterious bar. 

“Where are we even… going,” Jini mumbles, complains, then laughs again as her head gets dizzy from the short exercise. 

“Just some private room for private things,” Seulgi lewdly giggles and presses herself against Jini’s back as the door to a simple hostel room opens. Simple in design and layout, simple in lighting as there is only the faint moonlight illuminating the interior. Jini’s unfocused, unbothered eyes fall onto a bed and suddenly, she falls onto the bed as well. Seulgi must have guided her through the room, the door closed for privacy, and now they are entangled on the bed.

“Private things?” Jini asks sheepishly and looks back at Seulgi. The way the full moon reflects off of her pale skin and those wonderful, dreamy, drunk eyes suddenly erases the stinging pain deeply stuck in her heart. Jini never believed in miracles, but she just found hope, peace and love in her hopeless state of mind.

“Oh, you know, like talking about more serious matters,” Seulgi ponders, her tone drastically sarcastic as she drags a finger from Jini’s thigh over her curves up to her chin. “Or not talking at all~”

“B-but I think it’s very important to-to talk, before, uhm.” Jini tries her best. She fights against her drunkness, her dazzled mind and relaxed body. Although they all urge her to go on and just kiss the girl spooning her, holding her waist and her chin, Jini does not want to rush it. She stops before her lips meet Seulgi’s and her glassy eyes tell the older woman that the uncertainty is real. It can even trump the enhanced state of drunkenness they are both in.

“Then tell me, oh pretty girl, what important things do you want to talk about? I’ll try my best, but I’m really wasted, like I won’t comprehend your question properly, probably, prolally.”

Jini pouts and holds onto that smooth arm that secures her body to Seulgi’s. She can feel the amazing shape Seulgi is in. Trained, strong even, a nice bust and incredible hips. No, they are all urging her to just lose it. Jini wants to lose to the booze and the smell of Seulgi’s lips and very faint, but mind-melting perfume—but for now, she resists.

“I—I don’t want to stop! I want to sing and dance and be an idol and—shit, this won’t stop me. But I’m scared, because I’m gay. I’m gay and they are not. Sorry they can’t relate—but I know they won’t even tolerate it. I-I can’t even have an open, truthful job interview because of it!”

Jini’s ramble is stopped by Seulgi releasing a deep, somewhat unhinged sigh. It’s as if she couldn’t hide her frustration any longer. At first, Jini thinks she screwed up and just lost a night of (most likely) great sex. However, Seulgi, after a short stint of eye contact with the ceiling, locks eyes with Jini again. This time, she looks fierce, more determined than Jini has ever seen before.

“I know you, I can relate. I felt very similar. But all these ‘can’t’ and ‘won’t’ will never get you anywhere. It might not look like it, but there are cool people out there. They don’t care about who you like. They can manage your career around that, give you the necessary freedoms and can even hire good producers fairly often. There is a way around all the shit, believe me.”

“I want to believe,” Jini mewls and slams her fist into the bed and it creaks. “But for that, such a person not only had to exist but also have enough money to run a company or something; and fuck, it’s like only assholes run the biggest businesses.”

Seulgi rolls her eyes and laughs. “If only there was an experienced idol nearby that could help you to find such a person. But what do I know? I’m just a drunk lesbian talking to some rookie who’s like eight years younger than me.”

“Ten, actually,” Jini responds with a pout, but she quickly laughs when Seulgi’s drunk brain actually gets a small, shocked expression to form on that gorgeous, moonlit face. “Ten years that I don’t mind.”

“It’s still quite a lot, damn.” Seulgi bites her lip. Suddenly, Jini feels like she is even closer with the Red Velvet member. Maybe it’s because they are facing each other now, quick breaths touching the other, hands on the other's body. Maybe it’s because Seulgi reaches for Jini’d chin again and tilts her towards her lips in a way that is nonchalant and deadly. The temptation is too great.

“You know you’re an icon for younger idols—in fact many girls in and out of the closet? They wouldn’t mind this age gap; neither do I.”

“Oh yeah?” Seulgi asks, more sure of herself now as she presses her lips onto Jini’s and momentarily shuts the other girl down. For a few seconds after the disconnect, Jini is still mentally paralyzed and doesn’t realize that her hands are tugging at Seulgi’s clothes in an attempt to get rid of them. “I’ve heard they like me, but to be this crazy for someone ten years older? I think that’s just you—and all that booze is helping a lot.”

“C-can we still fuck?” Jini bluntly asks in a daze.

“Hm, sure. Let me show you something~”

Seulgi drops her jacket. It glides off her arms and Jini’s gaze follows it before Seulgi directs it back at her. The older girl is on top, her arms next to Jini’s head as she leans down for another kiss. This time, it’s passionate, a rapid attack of lips on lips and tongue on tongue. A bit too fast, a bit too violent, but actually just right for Jini. She wouldn’t want it any other way. This is so unlike Haewon, so surreal in fact that it’s more comparable to a wet dream than any masturbation or pornography. 

Seulgi is absurd, the way she controls the kiss and presses her body on top of Jini’s. Instinctively, the younger girl tries to wrap her arms and legs around the one attacking her mouth, but Seulgi has different plans. She gently pushes Jini’s limbs away and makes sure she can lay in between her legs. At first Jini pouts, but then she feels what Seulgi wants to show her.

It’s akin to a dance. Seulgi’s hands roam from the top of Jini’s brown dress, along her arms and sides over her hips to the hem. In the meantime, the lips disconnect and draw a line of kisses down the dress, making sure to pay attention to all the stains of vodka, gin and rum. Jini knows where those lips will end up and the thought alone is sending her into a frenzy.

“How is this?” Seulgi asks, her cheek resting on Jini’s abdomen, her fingers playing with the hem of that dress, already carefully pushing it up her thighs. 

“F-fantastic, oh God,” Jini groans and takes a deep breath when she looks down her body into Seulgi’s dazed eyes. Although Jini knows it’s just a reflection of moon light, nothing too special, it genuinely looks like Seulgi’s eyes are glowing on their own. A soft, cold light that sends a shiver down Jini’s spine—a shiver that is suddenly across her entire body when Seulgi’s mouth disappears behind that pulled up dress. “Y-yes, right there!”

A tongue on her thong, expertly finding the aroused nub below. Seulgi is clearly no stranger to this, which is emphasized by her not stopping. Her actions are nonstop. A twirl here, a strong lick there. Fluid motions from start to finish and Jini is tweaking, wetting her already arousal-stained thong with more of her fresh juice to the point she can’t keep eye contact anymore.

“Look at me, babe,” Seulgi commands softly, and Jini stands at attention. Somehow she keeps her upper body upright on her arms, but it’s all unstable, trembling. “I want you to go all out. Don’t hold back. Wrap your thighs around my head, pull my hair if you need you. I want you to cum on and on and on.”

“S-Seulgi, I—I’m not shaven, I—”

“Like I care.”

Too late and all over. Seulgi has a finger on the weakest spot, pulling aside that thin garment and leaving Jini exposed. Seulgi does not wait. Her tongue caresses the aching core and Jini presses it onto her face with a shriek. She is a moaning mess and she wants to be even louder. Seulgi knows and so she fiddles her clit, licks that cunt, goes all out until Jini is screaming profanities.

“Fuck, yes, lick me, fuck! Seulgi, eat my pussy, yes!”

A suck on her clit and Jini wraps her legs around Seulgi’s head. The older girl is delighted that her prophecy became true and continues. It’s like she has never done anything else in her life. Her girlfriend must truly be a lucky bitch, Jini thinks and tries to curse at this unknown person—but all her curses are those of pleasure. Pleasure, just pleasure. No more Haewon, no more JYP, just Seulgi eating her out until she is silly.

“I’m so close, you’re getting me close, I can’t—”

Jini pulls at Seulgi’s messy hair in an attempt to hold out a little bit longer. However, it’s all for nought. Not a single second longer. Jini explodes and floods Seulgi’s tastebuds with her runny nectar. Her head falls backwards into a pillow. 

“Oh, we are not yet finished,” Seulgi laughs. Her voice is horny, a little bit crazy and very much drunk. She grabs both Jini’s waist and her back and pulls her up. Suddenly, the young woman finds herself seated on Seulgi’s thigh at the edge of the bed. “I need to see your face more. I want to hear you cum again, baby.”

“Ah, if-if you call me that, I—” Jini blushes. She can barely catch her breath with her face covered in her hands. Seulgi, however, continues. It’s for the best. It’s for Jini’s pleasure. She gets rocked back and forth on Seulgi’s thigh, her dripping core stimulated once more.

“Now I want to call you it more,” Seulgi whispers, one hand on Jini’s hips, the other trying to cup the idol’s face. “My baby. Cum on me. Forget about everything and just love me hard for tonight. I want you loud, cum so fucking loud that the neighbours start to complain.”

“I might, I might,” Jini moans and throws an arm around Seulgi’s shoulder. The two share an intimate gaze before Seulgi’s lips crash down on Jini’s chin. Another exposed weak spot that sends Jini spiraling into an abyss of more and more pleasure. She is falling, but not from Seulgi’s thigh. The older girl makes sure of that. 

Soon Jini is riding on her own, wetting those black jeans. She finds it a bit sad that Seulgi gives her everything but she can’t seem to give her pleasure back. In an attempt to change this, Jini tries to sneak a hand into the top of Seulgi’s jeans after opening the button. At first successful, then futile. It urges Seulgi on more. She plants her fingers on Jini’s clit and rubs her in circles. 

“Oh, fuck, Seul-gi!”

The tempo is slow but perfect. The timing is immaculate and Jini becomes a fountain. She squirts out her second orgasm all over Seulgi’s crotch, drenches her clothes and the edge of the bed in her girl cum, all while her voice finds new levels of volume. The bed shakes, the ceiling shakes, Jini’s world shakes as her orgasm washes everything away. Before the concoction of alcohol and orgasmic pleasure can push her into a blissful slumber, Seulgi kisses her with a giggle.

“After you wake up, you better get rid of my pants before using your fingers, babe~”

#

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you. You must be Miss Choi? Miss Kang told me a lot about you.” 

“The pleasure is all mine, but please, just call me Jini. I’ve always been called by my stage name.”

“I’d love to do that. How about we sit down and you just tell me a little bit about yourself? I know that this organization has, rightfully so, put a lot of trust into your abilities. I personally value the recommendation of Miss Kang a lot, but I’d like you to tell me more, if you don’t mind?”

“I don’t mind at all. I think that my personal manager should know what they are getting into. I wouldn’t want to surprise you with something.”

“Wwe are on the same page then. Excellent.”

“It might sound a bit odd, but I think I should start off by saying that I, uhm, like girls and have a… very vibrant life when it comes to relationships and… yeah.”

“Oh, I can’t say this surprises me.”

“Uhm, what?”

“Well, I know Miss Kang has certain tendencies when it comes to this. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind and I don’t care. As long as I know everything I need to know to manage around certain things, you are free to do whatever you like.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah, sure. It’s my job as your manager to support and protect you.” 

“You have no idea how much this means to me!”

You scratch the back of your head. The beautifully dressed girl in front of you smiles from one ear to the other, lyrics sheet in one hand, in the other the freshly signed contract. You don’t know why, but you surely seemed to have made her smile. So smile back. 

“You’re welcome, I guess?”

[1lovewony]

Sweaty Symphony (Seulgi x Bambam)

Red Velvet Seulgi x Got7 Bambam Bambam's concert was a blazing success, the crowd screaming and singing along to every song. The energy was electric, and Bambam fed off it, his body glistening with sweat as he moved with wild abandon on stage. For the grand finale, he surprised everyone by ripping off his shirt, revealing his chiseled torso, abs glistening, and a light dusting of sweat making his skin shine under the harsh stage lights. Seulgi, standing backstage, watched in awe. She had always seen Bambam as a cute, energetic dongsaeng, but seeing him like this, wild and untamed, sent a wave of heat through her body.

As the concert ended and the crowd roared, Seulgi approached Bambam, her heart pounding. "Bambam, can I have a word with you?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. He turned to her, a mischievous grin on his face, knowing exactly the effect he had on her. "Of course, noona," he replied, his voice a low rumble.

They moved to a quiet corner backstage, and Seulgi took control, pushing him against the wall and capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. Bambam responded eagerly, his hands roaming her body, leaving a trail of sweat and heat. Seulgi moaned softly, her body pressing against his, feeling the hard planes of his chest and the sweat that coated his skin. She could feel his desire, hard and insistent, pressing against her stomach.

Halfway through their passionate encounter, Bambam's animalistic instincts took over. He growled low in his throat, a sound that sent shivers down Seulgi's spine. He spun her around, pressing her against the wall, his body covering hers. He nipped at her neck, his hands exploring her curves, leaving no doubt about his intentions. Seulgi gasped, her body arching against his, her control slipping away.

Bambam's hands roamed lower, cupping her ass and pulling her flush against him. She could feel every inch of him, hard and ready. He ground against her, his breath hot on her neck. "You're mine, noona," he growled, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "I'm going to breed you so good."

Seulgi moaned, her body on fire. She could feel his sweat mixing with hers, their bodies sliding together in a wild, primal dance. His hands moved to her front, unbuttoning her pants and slipping inside, his fingers finding her wet and ready. He growled in approval, his fingers working their magic, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy.

He spun her around again, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, demanding kiss. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her against the wall. She could feel him, hot and hard, pressing against her entrance. With a single, powerful thrust, he was inside her, filling her completely.

As Bambam and Seulgi's passion intensified, the room filled with the scent of their sweat and desire, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that only served to heighten their senses. Bambam's body, glistening and rippling with muscles, moved with a wild, animalistic grace as he took control, his instincts driving him to claim what was his.

He started to move with a primal rhythm, his hips thrusting against hers, each movement deliberate and powerful. Seulgi could feel every inch of him, hard and insistent, as he filled her completely. His hands, strong and sure, gripped her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her, his body slapping against hers with a wet, satisfying sound.

"You feel so good, noona," Bambam growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "So tight and wet for me."

Seulgi moaned, her body arching against his, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his sweat-slick skin. "Bambam," she gasped, her voice a breathless plea. "Don't stop."

Encouraged by her words, Bambam redoubled his efforts, his body moving with a fierce, untamed energy. He could feel her body responding to his, her inner muscles clenching around him, urging him deeper. He obliged, his thrusts becoming deeper, more insistent, his body coaxing hers to the brink of ecstasy.

Seulgi's body began to tremble, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel her orgasm building, a tight, coiled spring ready to snap. Bambam, sensing her impending release, leaned in, his teeth nipping at her earlobe, his voice a low, commanding growl. "Come for me, noona. Let me feel that tight pussy milk me dry."

His words, dirty and demanding, pushed her over the edge. With a cry of pleasure, her body convulsed around him, her inner muscles clenching and releasing in waves of ecstasy. Bambam, feeling her release, let out a low, satisfied growl, his body tensing as he found his own peak.

He thrust into her one last time, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm, his seed spilling into her in hot, pulsating waves. He held her tight against him, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release, his breaths coming in ragged, satisfied growls.

As their bodies began to calm, Bambam slowly lowered Seulgi to the ground, his body still pressed against hers, his lips capturing hers in a soft, tender kiss. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of their passion.

"That was... incredible," Seulgi whispered, her voice soft and breathless.

Bambam smiled, a satisfied, content smile. "You're incredible, noona," he replied, his voice a low, gentle purr. "And you're mine."

He pulled her close, his body wrapping around hers, his hands roaming her curves, tracing the sweat-slick lines of her body. He could feel her tummy, soft and round, pressing against him, and he couldn't help but let out a low, appreciative growl. He loved the way her body felt against his, soft and yielding, a stark contrast to his own hard, muscular frame.

Seulgi looked up at him, her eyes shining with satisfaction and love. "I love you, Bambam," she said, her voice soft and sincere.

Bambam's heart swelled with emotion, his eyes softening as he looked down at her. "I love you too, noona," he replied, his voice a low, tender whisper. "More than anything."

Their bodies, still entwined, began to move together once more, their passion reignited, their love a wild, untamed force that neither could resist.

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AN: Requested

[420b1a2eit]

Seulg(I)'s Fan

Seulg(I) x Y/N

6509 words

tags: public sex, dom/sub, blindfolding, restraint, teasing, edging, objectification

The crowd roared as the stage lights flickered in vibrant hues, syncing with the heavy bass that shook the entire venue. The throb of the music pulsed through the VVIP section where he stood, eyes locked on Seulgi as she moved with sinuous grace, every step calculated, every sway of her hips a tease- he’d like to think- meant just for him.

Her gaze had found Y/N during the second song, a glance that lingered too long to be accidental. As her body undulated, Seulgi’s dark eyes bore into his, daring, taunting. The pearls around her neck glimmered under the lights, the pendant nestled between her breasts, drawing his attention to the smooth curve of her exposed neckline and the tautness of her bare midriff.

Seulgi's mouth curled into a knowing smirk as she turned, the silhouette of her ass perfectly outlined in the tight black pants that clung to her every movement. Her hips rolled as she thrust a leg out, pressing it into the edge of the stage, the fabric stretching, pulling tight around her thighs. The audience's screams grew louder, but he knew, deep down, that this was all for him—every twist, every flick of her tongue across her lips, every flex of her muscles.

Their eyes met again, and this time, Seulgi made sure he understood her intentions. The hand not gripping the mic slid slowly down her chest, tracing her breasts, her abs, before stopping just above the jeweled belt. Her fingers danced in the air, mimicking the motion of jerking off, her eyes burning with unspoken commands.

He couldn't resist any longer. With a glance around to make sure no one was watching too closely, he slipped his hand down, fingers brushing against the bulge straining against his jeans. He tugged at his zipper, heat rising as his palm wrapped around his cock. The risk, the thrill of being caught, only fueled his arousal, made his strokes faster, harder, as he watched Seulgi own the stage.

Her dance became more explicit, her hips grinding as if she could feel him touching her. Her hands roamed over her body, dipping between her legs, squeezing her thighs, as if she was imagining him there, pleasuring her the way she wanted him to. She licked her lips, eyes never leaving his, as if to tell him just how much she wanted him to lose control, to come right there in the middle of the concert.

His breath caught in his throat as he stroked himself, his thumb brushing over the slick tip. He was barely holding on, and she knew it. The way Seulgi leaned forward, breasts almost spilling out of the tube top, her tongue flicking out in a way that mimicked what he desperately wanted to do to her—it was too much. She let her hand slide down to her pussy, fingers pressing into the fabric, rubbing slow circles as she moaned into the mic, her voice sweet, but filthy, carrying over the music.

"Come on, baby," she whispered, only loud enough for him to hear. "I know you're close. I want to see you lose it for me."

And he did. His hand moved faster, hips bucking as he stifled his groans, the crowd around him none the wiser as he came hard, his release soaking through his hand. Seulgi watched, her smirk widening, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as she brought herself to the edge, her body shuddering with pleasure before she pulled away, leaving him panting and spent.

She turned back to the crowd, blowing a kiss, but her eyes flicked back to him one last time, a promise of what might happen the next time she saw him in the audience.

The next city on the tour was even more electric, the energy in the air thick with anticipation. As the fans gathered in the arena, eager for another performance, Y/N felt a strange sense of destiny pulling him back into the crowd. He had somehow scored a ticket to this next show, and despite everything, he knew he couldn’t resist the magnetic draw of Seulgi.

She didn’t spot him right away, not until halfway through the set when the stage lights dimmed to a sultry red. Her eyes scanned the crowd, searching, hungry—and then they locked onto him. He felt his heart skip a beat, the memory of their last encounter flooding his senses.

This time, her gaze was different. More intense, more demanding. The playful teasing was gone, replaced by something darker, more carnal. The connection between them was undeniable, even in the sea of people. He could feel her presence like a physical touch, her eyes burning into him, as if she could see straight through the crowd, straight into him.

The performance was a blur of erotic movements, her body a symphony of erotic curves and sharp edges, all framed by the tight leather and glittering jewels she wore. She toyed with the mic, her voice dropping to a throaty purr as she sang, the lyrics taking on a new, explicit meaning meant just for him. Her hands slid over her body in time with the beat, each touch a promise of what was to come.

By the time the last note rang out and the stage lights faded, he was breathless, his skin tingling with anticipation. As the crowd began to disperse, he found himself lingering, his eyes locked on the stage.

A moment later, a hand settled on his shoulder. He turned, startled, to see one of the stagehands standing there, a knowing smirk on his face.

“You’re wanted backstage,” the stagehand said, his voice laced with something that sounded almost like jealousy.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He followed the stagehand through the maze of corridors, his heart pounding in his chest, the echoes of the concert still ringing in his ears. The further they went, the quieter it got, until they reached a door with Seulgi’s name on it. The stagehand knocked once before opening the door and gesturing for him to enter.

Inside, Seulgi was waiting for him, leaning casually against the vanity, her legs crossed, arms folded across her chest. She had changed out of her stage outfit and was now wearing something even more enticing—a black lace bralette and matching panties, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat from the performance. Her hair was still up in that sexy bun, a few loose strands framing her face.

“Close the door,” she said softly, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

He did as he was told, the sound of the latch clicking into place echoing ominously in the small room. When he turned back, she was watching him with those same intense eyes, the ones that had driven him wild during the concert.

“I saw you again,” she said, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “You couldn’t stay away, could you?”

Y/N shook his head, words failing him as he took in the sight of her, standing there in all her post-performance glory. The room was filled with the scent of her, a mix of sweat, perfume, and something more primal. It hit him like a wave, making his head spin.

“You’re here because I wanted you to be,” Seulgi continued, pushing herself off the vanity and sauntering towards him, her hips swaying in that hypnotic way that made his mouth go dry. “You gave me such a show last time, I thought it was only fair I return the favor.”

Her hand trailed down his chest, fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt as she spoke. “But this time,” she whispered, leaning in close, her breath hot against his ear, “I want to feel you.”

He shuddered as her hands moved lower, unbuckling his belt with practiced ease. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her eyes never leaving his, even as she freed him from his pants. He was already hard, painfully so, and the sight of her on her knees, so close, made him groan with need.

Seulgi’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she wrapped her hand around his cock, her grip firm and demanding. “You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?” she teased, her voice low and sultry. She gave him a slow, deliberate stroke, her thumb teasing the tip. “Tell me.”

“Every night,” he confessed, his voice hoarse with lust. “I can’t stop.”

“Good,” she purred, her other hand sliding up his thigh. “I want you to remember this.”

Without warning, she took him into her mouth, her lips sliding over his length with a sinful ease that made his knees buckle. He gasped, one hand flying to her hair, fingers tangling in the strands as he tried to steady himself. She hummed in approval, the vibration sending shivers down his spine as she worked him over, her tongue swirling around the head before taking him deeper.

The pleasure was overwhelming, her mouth hot and wet as she bobbed her head, her hand stroking what she couldn’t fit. Every movement was precise, calculated to drive him insane, and it was working. He could barely keep it together, the sight of her below him, her eyes half-lidded with lust, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Seulgi,” he groaned, his grip tightening in her hair as she picked up the pace, her lips sliding up and down his shaft with increasing urgency.

She pulled back just enough to speak, her voice husky and breathless. “Not yet,” she commanded, her hand still stroking him as she looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “I want you inside me first.”

The words were like a match to gasoline. He hauled her up, crashing his lips against hers in a desperate, hungry kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her hands clawing at his back as she pressed herself against him, her body soft and warm. He could feel her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hard through the lace, and it drove him wild.

They stumbled back towards the vanity, knocking over a few bottles of perfume in their haste. Seulgi broke the kiss long enough to push him down into the chair, her eyes dark with need as she climbed onto his lap, her legs straddling him. She reached down, guiding him to her entrance, the slick heat of her making him groan in anticipation.

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she sank down onto him, taking him inside her inch by inch. Her head fell back, a low moan slipping from her lips as she settled on his lap, her pussy tight and wet around him. He gripped her hips, holding her steady as she adjusted to the feel of him, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure as she began to move, her hips rolling in slow, sensual circles.

He could barely think, the feel of her around him, squeezing him, drawing him deeper, driving him to the brink of madness. Every time she lifted herself up, he could see the glistening wetness on his cock, and the sight made him want to lose control.

But Seulgi was in charge, her pace agonizingly slow, teasing him, drawing out the pleasure until he was panting, begging her to move faster.

“Seulgi, please,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he tried to buck up into her, but she only smirked, tightening her grip on him as she kept up her maddening pace.

“Not yet,” she murmured, her breath hitching as she leaned in to kiss him again, her lips hot and demanding against his. “I want to feel you lose it inside me.”

He could feel the tension coiling in his gut, the pressure building to an unbearable degree. She was driving him crazy, her pussy so tight, so wet, and the way she looked at him, her eyes half-lidded, lips parted, was too much. He was right on the edge, barely holding on.

Seulgi must have sensed it because she finally picked up the pace, her hips moving faster, grinding down on him, her breath coming in hot, broken gasps. Her pussy clenched around him, and he felt her shudder, her own pleasure mounting as she rode him harder.

“Come for me,” she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with need. “Fill me up.”

That was all it took. With a strangled cry, he came, his hips bucking up into her as he spilled inside her, his release intense, overwhelming. Seulgi moaned, her body shuddering as she felt him fill her, her own orgasm crashing over her, making her cling to him as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

For a moment, they stayed like that, her body trembling against his, his arms wrapped around her, both of them breathing hard, hearts racing.

Finally, Seulgi leaned back, a satisfied smile on her lips as she looked down at him, her eyes dark with the remnants of their shared pleasure.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. “You did exactly what I wanted.”

He could only nod, still catching his breath, his mind reeling from what had just happened.

Seulgi kissed him one last time before slipping off his lap, her legs shaky as she stood up.

As Seulgi pulled herself off his lap, she straightened up, her body still humming with the afterglow. Her fingers brushed his cheek before she leaned down, capturing his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. When she pulled back, her eyes held a mischievous glint that sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

"Give me your number," she said, her voice commanding yet playful. "And I expect you to answer every time I call. No excuses. No hesitation."

He fumbled for his phone, his hands still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. She watched him with that same predatory gaze, as if she were already planning the next time she’d have him at her mercy. He handed her his phone, and she quickly entered her number, saving it under a simple name: "Seulgi." No titles, no hints. Just her name, a constant reminder of what they shared.

“Good,” she murmured, handing the phone back. “You’ll be hearing from me, and when you do, you better be ready.”

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Their encounters became a blur of sweat, heat, and raw, unfiltered desire. Each time she called, he dropped everything, knowing that whatever he was doing would pale in comparison to what Seulgi had planned for him. She was insatiable, always wanting more, always pushing him to new heights of pleasure.

There were the late-night calls, her voice low and sultry as she instructed him to meet her in some discreet location—hotel rooms, dressing rooms, even her car after a show. They didn’t need a bed; all they needed was each other, and the world faded away in those moments, leaving only the two of them, tangled together in a desperate tangle of limbs and moans.

Seulgi was a master at toying with him, teasing him until he was on the brink of losing control before finally allowing him to have her. She loved making him wait, making him beg, knowing that it only made the release that much sweeter when she finally gave in. He would always come to her, trembling with anticipation, and she would take him in her hand, in her mouth, in her body, molding him to her desires.

But it wasn’t just about the physical. Seulgi was in his head, haunting his thoughts, driving him to distraction. He couldn’t focus at work, couldn’t think about anything but her—how she smelled, how she tasted, how her body felt against his. He craved her, needed her, and she knew it. She played on his obsession, feeding it, nurturing it, until it was all-consuming.

Their sexcapades became more daring, more intense. She would blindfold him, tie him up, make him submit to her every whim. She loved the power she had over him, loved seeing the way he unraveled beneath her touch. And he loved every second of it, loved the way she made him feel, loved the way she controlled him.

Each encounter left him more addicted, more desperate for her. She was like a drug, and he was hopelessly hooked.

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One evening, after yet another explosive encounter, Seulgi invited him to her apartment. It was a more intimate setting, one she rarely allowed, but tonight was different. She wanted him in her space, in her bed, wanted to see how he would react to being surrounded by her things, her scent, her life.

They barely made it through the door before they were on each other, clothes tearing, hands grasping, bodies colliding. She led him to her bedroom, pushing him down onto the bed as she straddled him, her lips curved into that wicked smile he had come to adore.

As she rode him, her body moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that drove him wild, he felt a strange sense of peace, as if this was exactly where he was meant to be. She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered filthy words of encouragement, telling him how good he felt inside her, how much she loved having him at her mercy.

But then, a sound—so out of place it took him a moment to register it. The sound of a door unlocking, the telltale beep of a digital lock disengaging. He froze, his eyes widening in shock as he realized they weren’t alone.

“Seulgi?” a familiar voice called out, followed by the soft click of the front door closing. “I brought you some cake—”

Before he could react, the bedroom door swung open, and there stood Irene, Seulgi’s best friend and fellow group member. She was holding a small box, her expression one of surprise that quickly turned into something else entirely when she saw what was happening.

Seulgi didn’t stop, didn’t even flinch. She simply glanced over her shoulder at Irene, a grin spreading across her face as she continued to ride him, her pace never faltering.

“Hey, unnie,” Seulgi said casually, as if she wasn’t in the middle of fucking Y/N senseless. “What’s up?”

Y/N’s breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding as he waited for the inevitable fallout. But Irene’s reaction was far from what he expected. Instead of outrage, there was a spark of curiosity in her eyes, a hint of amusement as she took in the scene before her.

“Seulgi,” Irene said, her voice calm, almost teasing, “I didn’t know you had company.”

Seulgi laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent a shiver down his spine. “Yeah, I’ve been keeping him around for a bit. He’s a good boy. Takes direction well.” She turned her gaze back to him, her hand sliding down to cup his jaw. “Isn’t that right?”

He could only nod, the shock of Irene’s arrival still coursing through him. But as he looked up at Seulgi, the way she continued to move on top of him, the way she was completely unfazed by Irene’s presence, he felt something shift inside him. The fear, the anxiety, it melted away, replaced by an almost surreal sense of acceptance. This was Seulgi’s world, and he was just along for the ride.

Irene stepped further into the room, setting the cake box down on the dresser. She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe, a small smile playing on her lips as she watched them. “You really know how to entertain your guests, don’t you, Seulgi?”

Seulgi let out a breathless laugh, her movements becoming more deliberate, more focused as she neared her climax. “You should join us next time, unnie,” she teased, her voice laced with both challenge and invitation.

Irene raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. “Maybe I will.”

Y/N couldn’t believe what he was hearing, couldn’t believe how casually they were discussing this as if it were the most normal thing in the world. But then, this was Seulgi and Irene—two women who lived by their own rules, who reveled in their power, their freedom.

Seulgi’s pace quickened, her breath hitching as she rode him harder, chasing her release. “Don’t worry about her,” she whispered, her voice husky and raw. “Focus on me. You’re here to please me, remember?”

He nodded, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust up into her, losing himself in the rhythm, in the sensation of her tight, wet heat enveloping him. All thoughts of Irene, of the outside world, disappeared as he focused solely on Seulgi, on the way her body moved, the way she moaned his name, the way she commanded his every thought.

Seulgi’s body tensed, her nails digging into his chest as she came, her moans filling the room, echoing in his ears. He followed her over the edge, his release crashing through him, leaving him breathless, spent.

For a moment, the room was silent, save for their ragged breathing. Then, Seulgi leaned down, capturing his lips in a lazy, sated kiss before sliding off him, her body still trembling slightly.

Irene pushed off the doorframe, walking over to the bed with an air of nonchalance. “You two look like you could use some cake,” she said, her tone light, almost playful.

Seulgi laughed, collapsing onto the bed next to him. “Always looking out for me, unnie.”

Irene chuckled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Seulgi’s face. “What are best friends for?”

As the two women exchanged a knowing smile, Y/N laid there, still trying to wrap his head around everything that had just happened. But as he looked at Seulgi, at the way she seemed completely at ease, it somehow made him feel at ease too.

Seulgi slowly lifted herself off Y/N’s still-hard cock, feeling the thick, warm cum spilling from her pussy, coating her inner thighs as she shifted to the edge of the bed. She glanced back at him with a satisfied smirk before reaching down to gently scoop up some of the sticky mess that had escaped her. She wiped her fingers clean with a casual flick of her wrist, unconcerned with the wetness still dripping down her legs.

Irene, who had been watching the scene with a mix of amusement and curiosity, couldn’t help but tease her friend. “Looks like you’re leaking, Seulgi,” she laughed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “You really took all of him, didn’t you?”

Seulgi, completely unfazed, let out a playful chuckle as she stood up, her bare feet padding softly against the floor. She didn’t bother covering up as she made her way toward the dresser, her tight, muscular ass swaying with each step. Y/N couldn’t tear his eyes away, mesmerized by the way her body moved, the way her skin gleamed under the soft light of the bedroom.

Seulgi reached for the box of cake that Irene had brought, opening it to reveal a decadent slice of rich chocolate. She grabbed a fork, digging in without a second thought, completely at ease in her nudity. The sight of her standing there, so casual and comfortable, sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through Y/N, his cock twitching in response.

He was so focused on Seulgi’s beautiful ass that he didn’t notice Irene moving closer until he felt something warm and wet wrap around his still-sensitive cock. His breath hitched in surprise, his head snapping down to see Irene’s hand grasping him firmly, her tongue flicking out to lick away the remnants of his and Seulgi’s mixed orgasms.

addt'l tags: threesome, age play

Irene glanced up at him with a sultry smile, her eyes dark with lust as she continued to clean him up. “You’ve still got some left on you,” she murmured, her voice low and husky. “Let me take care of that.”

Y/N’s breath caught in his throat as Irene’s mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling expertly around the sensitive flesh. She took him deeper, her lips sliding down his shaft as she sucked with just the right amount of pressure, her eyes never leaving his as she worked.

Seulgi, now leaning against the dresser with the forkful of cake in her mouth, watched the scene unfold with a lazy smile. “Enjoying yourself, unnie?” she teased, her voice muffled slightly by the rich chocolate she was savoring.

Irene pulled back just enough to respond, her hand still stroking his slick cock as she glanced over at Seulgi. “He tastes good,” she replied with a playful wink. “I couldn’t let all of this go to waste, could I?”

Seulgi laughed, shaking her head as she took another bite of cake. “You never could resist, could you?”

Y/N’s mind was spinning, his senses overloaded by the sight of Seulgi casually enjoying her cake while Irene’s mouth worked its magic on him. The contrast between their casual conversation and the intense pleasure coursing through his body was almost surreal. It was as if this was just another ordinary day for them—a thought that only made him harder, his cock throbbing in Irene’s warm, eager mouth.

Irene’s pace quickened, her hand and mouth working in perfect tandem as she took him deeper, her throat tightening around him with each descent. He groaned, his hips instinctively bucking up into her mouth, unable to hold back the moan that tore from his lips.

Seulgi watched with a mix of amusement and arousal, her hand absentmindedly trailing down to her own dripping pussy as she licked the last remnants of chocolate off her fork. “Careful, unnie,” she purred, her voice teasing. “You might make him cum again before I’ve had a chance to recover.”

Irene pulled back just enough to give Seulgi a sly grin, her lips wet with saliva and cum. “I think he has enough for both of us,” she quipped before taking Y/N back into her mouth, her hand working his shaft in slow, deliberate strokes.

He was on the edge, his body trembling with the need for release, but Irene wasn’t going to let him finish just yet. She slowed her pace, teasing him with light, feathered touches of her tongue, keeping him on the brink without allowing him to tip over.

Seulgi, now fully aroused again, pushed off the dresser and sauntered over to the bed, her eyes locked on Y/N’s face as she leaned down to kiss him deeply, her tongue sliding into his mouth with the same intensity that Irene was showing his cock. “You’re lucky, Y/N,” she whispered against his lips, her breath hot and sweet with the taste of chocolate. “You get to have both of us tonight.”

Irene pulled off him with a wet pop, her eyes gleaming as she licked her lips clean. “Think you can handle it?” she asked, her voice a seductive challenge as she moved up the bed to join Seulgi, the two women now hovering over him, their bodies pressed close as they prepared to share him between them.

Y/N could only nod, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the two women closed in, their lips meeting in a heated kiss above him before they turned their attention back to him, ready to make him theirs once again.

Seulgi and Irene shared a knowing glance as they hovered over him, their bodies pressed together in a way that only heightened his arousal. Irene’s hand slipped down to gently caress his cheek, her touch soft and comforting despite the intense desire swirling in her eyes. She leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, “Are you ready for Mommy, Y/N?”

The word sent a shiver down his spine, his cock twitching in response as he looked up at her with a mix of anticipation and need. Irene’s voice had a lulling, almost hypnotic quality to it, and the way she said “Mommy” with such confidence made his heart race.

Seulgi noticed the change in him immediately. The way his breath hitched, the way his eyes darkened with lust—it was clear that something in him had shifted. A sly grin spread across her face as she pressed herself closer to him, her lips brushing against his as she teased, “You like that, don’t you? Hearing her call herself Mommy?”

His response was a soft, breathless moan, his eyes fluttering shut as Irene’s hand trailed down his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. “Yes, Mommy,” he murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Seulgi’s grin widened, her voice low and teasing as she ran her fingers through his hair, tugging just enough to make him look up at her. “Such a good boy,” she purred, her tone dripping with playful condescension. “Is that what you want? To be Mommy’s good boy?”

Irene’s gentle yet commanding energy enveloped him as she leaned down to kiss him softly, her lips lingering on his as she whispered, “That’s right, baby. You’re Mommy’s good boy. And good boys do as they’re told.”

Y/N’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind spinning as Irene’s words wrapped around him like a warm blanket. There was something so intoxicating about her gentle dominance, the way she could be both nurturing and demanding at the same time. It made him want to surrender completely, to give himself over to her without hesitation.

Seulgi watched the effect Irene was having on him, her own arousal growing as she saw how easily he melted under Irene’s touch. She decided to push him further, to see just how deep his submission ran. Leaning down, she kissed his neck, her teeth grazing his skin as she whispered, “You’re not just Mommy’s good boy, are you? You’re a dirty little boy, too, aren’t you? You love being teased and used by us.”

His moan was all the confirmation Seulgi needed. She laughed softly, a low, sultry sound that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his core. “That’s it,” she cooed, her voice a mix of mockery and affection. “You love being our plaything, don’t you? You love it when Mommy takes charge and tells you what to do.”

Irene’s hand slid down his body, her fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking him slowly as she kept her gaze locked on his face. “Mommy’s going to take such good care of you, baby,” she murmured, her voice soothing as she continued to stroke him with just the right amount of pressure. “But you have to be a good boy for us, understand?”

“Yes, Mommy,” Y/N gasped, his hips bucking up into her hand, desperate for more. The combination of Seulgi’s teasing and Irene’s gentle dominance was driving him wild, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

Seulgi’s hand slid down to join Irene’s, her fingers brushing against Irene’s as they worked together to bring him to the brink. “Look at you,” Seulgi teased, her voice dripping with amusement. “You’re so eager, so desperate to please. You really are a dirty little boy, aren’t you?”

Y/N’s only response was a choked moan, his eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level. He was completely at their mercy, and the knowledge that he was pleasing them both only made him want to surrender even more.

Irene smiled down at him, her eyes softening as she leaned in to kiss him gently on the forehead. “That’s my good boy,” she whispered, her voice filled with affection. “Mommy’s going to make you feel so good, baby. Just let go and let Mommy take care of everything.”

Seulgi’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched Irene work her magic, her own arousal spiking as she saw how deeply he was falling into his submission. “He loves it when you call yourself Mommy,” Seulgi remarked, her voice playful as she leaned in close to his ear. “It turns him on so much. You should see how hard he is right now.”

Irene’s smile widened, her hand moving faster as she stroked his cock with practiced ease. “Is that true, baby?” she asked, her tone a mix of sweetness and authority. “Does it turn you on when Mommy takes charge?”

His breath hitched, his eyes fluttering open to meet Irene’s gaze. “Yes, Mommy,” he managed to gasp, his voice trembling with need. “It turns me on so much.”

Seulgi’s laugh was low and wicked as she pressed herself against his side, her hand sliding down to cup his balls, squeezing gently. “You’re such a good little slut for us, aren’t you?” she teased, her voice thick with lust. “So eager to please, so desperate to be our good boy.”

Irene’s grip tightened on his cock, her strokes becoming more deliberate as she leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Then show Mommy how much you want it, baby. Show Mommy how much you need to be her good boy.”

Y/N’s body tensed, his hips thrusting up into Irene’s hand as he felt the pleasure cresting, the edge looming ever closer. “Please, Mommy,” he begged, his voice raw with desire. “Please, let me cum for you.”

Irene’s smile was soft, almost tender as she kissed his cheek, her hand never slowing as she brought him right to the brink. “Cum for Mommy, baby,” she murmured, her voice laced with command. “Be a good boy and cum for me.”

With a final, desperate thrust, his body shuddered, his release crashing over him in waves of intense pleasure. He groaned loudly, his cock pulsing in Irene’s hand as he spilled himself completely, his body going limp as the orgasm wracked him.

Seulgi’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched the way Irene handled him, her own arousal spiking at the sight of Y/N’s complete surrender. “Such a good boy,” Seulgi purred, her voice dripping with approval as she leaned down to kiss his sweat-slicked forehead. “Mommy’s good little boy.”

Irene smiled, her hand gently milking the last of his orgasm from him as she leaned down to kiss him softly on the lips. “You did so well, baby,” she murmured, her voice filled with affection as she nuzzled against his cheek. “Mommy’s so proud of you.”

Y/N’s chest heaved with exertion, his mind a haze of pleasure and satisfaction as he basked in the afterglow. The feeling of being so thoroughly taken care of, so completely dominated by these two powerful women, left him in a state of blissful exhaustion.

Seulgi and Irene exchanged a satisfied glance, their bond only deepening as they shared this experience together. They both knew that this was just the beginning of their fun, a new dynamic to explore together, and Y/N was the perfect partner for their indulgences.

Irene and Seulgi shared a glance, a silent conversation passing between them that only deepened the bond they shared. It was a mix of amusement, satisfaction, and something else—something more possessive. They both looked down at Y/N, who was still lost in the aftermath of his orgasm, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, his mind a haze of pleasure and exhaustion.

Irene was the first to speak, her voice soft yet tinged with the lingering authority she’d wielded so effortlessly. “You know,” she began, her fingers gently trailing along his jawline, “there’s no reason for this to just be a one-time thing, Y/N.”

Seulgi’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as she leaned closer, her body still buzzing with the thrill of their shared experience. “Exactly,” she added, her tone playful but with an edge of seriousness. “Why limit ourselves to just these few moments when we could have so much more?”

He blinked, his mind slowly clearing as he tried to process what they were suggesting. He looked between the two women, their expressions warm but full of intent, as if they were offering him something more profound than just another round of pleasure.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice still a little shaky from the intensity of it all.

Irene’s smile was soft, almost maternal as she leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. “We’re saying that you don’t have to go back to your ordinary life, Y/N,” she explained, her voice gentle. “You could stay with us. Move in here, with Seulgi. We have more than enough space, and more than enough means to take care of you.”

Seulgi nodded, her fingers brushing through his hair in a comforting gesture. “We could have nights like this whenever we wanted,” she said, her tone filled with promise. “No need to wait for fancon tours or backstage invitations. You’d be here with us, part of our lives.”

His heart pounded in his chest, the offer almost too good to be true. The idea of living with these two, of being surrounded by their presence every day, of having this kind of intimacy whenever they wanted—it was overwhelming in the best possible way.

“And don’t worry about anything else,” Irene added, her hand resting on his chest, grounding him in the moment. “We’ve got more than enough to provide for you. All you have to do is say yes, and we’ll take care of everything.”

Seulgi’s grin widened as she saw the way his eyes lit up at the prospect. She could see the excitement building in him, the same thrill she felt at the thought of having him close, of sharing their lives in a way that went beyond just sex. “What do you say, Y/N?” she asked, her voice a seductive whisper. “Are you in?”

He felt a rush of emotions flood through him—excitement, anticipation, desire. It was impossible to say no to an offer like this, to the life they were promising him. He swallowed hard, his gaze shifting between the two women who had already shown him more pleasure and affection than he’d ever thought possible.

“Yes,” he finally breathed, the word escaping his lips with a mix of relief and eagerness. “I’m in.”

The smiles that spread across Seulgi and Irene’s faces were full of satisfaction, a shared understanding that this was only the beginning of something incredible. They leaned in together, each pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, sealing the promise of their new arrangement.

“Welcome home, Y/N,” Seulgi whispered against his mouth, her tone filled with anticipation for what the future held.

Irene’s voice was equally warm as she added, “You’re ours now, and we’re going to make sure you never regret it.”

As the three of them settled into the comfortable aftermath, the promise of a new life together hanging in the air, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a sense of fulfillment. He’d stepped into a world of pleasure, of deep connection, and now there was no going back.

🍃 note: there it is! Longest one yet. Hope you liked the surprise hehe. Got a lot more in store for y'all so I hope you stick around and look forward to it!

[urno1luv]

masterlist + intro

u can call me luv, i'm bi, 18 and i write for fun ^_^ i am editing this are ur reading rn🫣

yes! : female reader, female idols, gender neutral reader, dark, taboo kinks, sub reader, dom idol

no. : male reader, male idols, g!p reader, scat/piss kink, abuse/extreme violence, sub idol

groups as of right now: aespa, dreamcatcher, twice, itzy, le sserafim, red velvet, ive, taeyeon, boa

anons: 💜, 🦊

aespa:

karina: squid game, ningrina roommate, dom aespa, vampires yeji and rina, ningrina pt 2, mommy kink, bday sex, loser rina,

giselle: stepmom gigi, sub gigi, sub gigi pt 2, squid game, dom aespa, stepsis gigi, somno giselle, sugar mama gigi, stepsis gigi pt2-ish, ningselle flirty ig live, dom aeri,

winter: squid game, puppy winter, anger issues winter, dom aespa, hitman winter, horny thought about abs, change of heart (fic pt 1), change of heart (fic pt 2), horny thought about hands, breeding kink gf, noncon stepsis, subby winter,

ningning: squid game, ningrina roommate, dom aespa, best friend ning, ningrina pt 2, ningselle flirty ig live, synthetic devotion,

dreamcatcher:

jiu:

sua:

siyeon: gang affiliated siyeon, gang affiliated siyeon pt 2, bartender siyeon,

handong:

yoohyeon:

dami:

gahyun:

twice:

nayeon: ceo nayeon,

jeongyeon: soft dom jeongyeon,

momo:

sana: possessive sana , what if you were her assistant?, quick sex with surgeon sana, sana x aespa!member reader,

jihyo: pilates instructor reader × gymrat jihyo,

mina: girlfriend mina,

dahyun:

chaeyoung:

tzuyu:

itzy:

yeji: vampires rina and yeji,

lia:

ryujin: pursuing you with her gf natty, making out while high, hard dom ryujin, ryunatty pt2,

chaeryoung:

yuna:

le sserafim:

sakura: vampire kkura,

chaewon:

yunjin: puppy yunjin sfw, puppy yunjin nsfw, puppy gf yunjin again (😮‍💨), yunjin as ur hot classmate, horny mama, 6th member reader x yunjin,

kazuha:

red velvet:

irene:

seulgi: alpha seulgi,

wendy:

joy:

yeri:

ive:

gauel:

yujin:

rei:

wonyoung:

liz:

taeyeon:

boa:

[lockefanfic]

...now that I have your attention with an obligatory thirst post of Nayeon's abs, I just want to take the time out to say I hope everyone's doing well.

Life has been busy irl so I haven't been posting as much but I still love you all and appreciate your asks and dms. I've said this often but I'm amazed that people out there actually read my work, much less like it, even after all these years. I still get asks about BT and stuff long after it's ended and it boggles my mind that people still read it.

Anyway, not really sure where I'm going with this other than that I hope you're all well, no matter where you are or what you're up to. And if you're not well, I hope you find wellness soon. It's never as far away as you think.

I plan on writing again in 2025. I have things in draft already, just need to polish them off. Spoilers: Kazuha, Sana, Seungyeon/Seulgi.

*awkward waves* -locke

[ning-ningx300]

The girl on the right of Seulgi has ABS FOR DAYS GOOD LORD

(Also, good morning, as it's currently 12:10am ask I'm sending these asks)

AWWWH WHAAAA- KAKSSKWKWKA LOOK AT THAT GIRLLL-

MAKSKSKAKSK I WANNA HAVE ABS TOOO 😭😭

[seullovesme]

HOW CAN SHE JUST POST THIS ON HER STORY WHEN IM TRYING TO SURVIVE AT SCHOOL 😭😩😩😩😩😮‍💨😮‍💨

my brother dmed me "did u see seulgis story, she cant just be doin this" and i instantly opened insta to see THIS. straight up started giggling and kicking my feet in class i will literally write the dirtiest smut based of this photo

[omegamannn]

The Omega Library 8/10

Oh My Girl Arin -Darkbloom -Fault Yooa -Shangri-la

Purple Kiss Yuki -The house of mori Red Velvet Wendy -Valentine's Roulette -Ignite -I heard you're married -Best lollipop ever! -Impatience -The Beginner's Guide to Great-Looking Abs in Just 10 Minutes -Enkindle -Secret's out -Untitled Seulgi -Idol Competition feat. IU -Welcome party feat. Irene -In love like we were -Amnesia: (3) Cyber Monday -Queen of hearts -Haul-lelujah -Click -Christmas Present Irene -The strongest man alive -Amnesia -Manner Matters -Exposed Addiction Yeri -Taming her -Lust Joy -Photoshoot STAYC Isa -Diamond Eyes -The naughty list -Mary Jane -Personality Switch Seeun -Competition Sieun -Hush -Noise

TripleS YooYeon -Crush SohYun -New Girl -Friday the 13th -Cruise -An Unexpected D-day -qu'est-ce que tu dirais? Twice(1/2) Multiple Members -Queen of Hearts -On the dance floor -You can watch, but you can't touch -Flashing lights -Part and parcel -Conviction -Toy -Apart of the plan -After Concert -Trying for more -Different type of garage -Live to serve -When worlds collide -Live to serve Nayeon -Nayeon's First Night -Nayeon's Morning Sex -Bunny breeder feat. Eunha -Caught -Happy Endings -Loyalty, royalty, and death by exile -Exclusive -Late Present -Room 922 Mina -Everything is sweeter with you -Mina's Adventure -Mommy Mina's Punishment -The CEO's good boy -Cuckqueen -Just friends? -Rainy days with Mina -Mommy's little boy -House of balloons -Day off pt. 1 -Connections -Money's little boy -Milk coffee -Night club darkness -Homemaker -Stargazing -I got you, boss Momo -Sharing Momo -Mail order maid -Good as gold -Powertrip -All mine -High and dry -Momo in the studio -Momo and The Scent In The Dance Room -Crazy stupid love -Lost Chapter - Impurities pt. 1 -All Mine -Mornings with you -Caiju Clean-Up Crew

[coldfanbou]

List of Kinktober requests so far

So an ask yesterday had asked for a list of the idols and kinks submitted. Below will be the idols along with the kinks of the particular request. I'm still accepting submissions and will decide on requests as I go.

Saebom/Saerom- tickling, nipple play, anal

Haena- cuckold

Sorn- mirror, exhibition

J- praise, overstimulation

Yuna- prostitution

Sana/Seungyeon- blindfold,voyeur, cheating

Momo-free use

Mina- tentacle

Twice- Orgy, impregnation, anal

Chaeyeon- spanking, orgasm denial, brat taming, GP

Jeongyeon- body worship, mirror sex, praise

Dahyun/Tzuyu- Thighs

Jihan- Dom

Mina/Chaeyoung- gloryhole, pregnant, bukkake.

Viviz- free use, blindfold, bondage, overstimulation, squirting.

Chaeryeong/Chaeyeon- incest

SinB- corruption

Irene- humiliation, forced exposure

Yeji- cheating, public sex, breeding

Tzuyu- pregnant, gangbang, Daddy

Binnie- public, edging, optional gp

Monday- free use, maid, bondage

Irene/Jennie/V- Public, gangbang,

Sana- Exhibitionism, sacrilegious

Sullyoon/Jihan- corruption

Gaeul- Mommy

Umji- daddy

SinB/Umji- feet worship, footjob, femdom

Mina/Sana/Momo- edging, bondage

Somi/Umji- blindfold

Chaeyoung- rimming

Somi-Tentacle

Mina/Chaeyoung- pegging, femdom

Sullyoon/Rei- deflowering

Winter/Jisoo- Daddy, Master

Joy- armpits kinks. Licking worshipping, smelling,

Lily- public

Sana-Kink: Footjobs, Thighjobs, Titjobs, Handjobs, Deepthroat, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Multiple Orgasm, Cum Eating, Facials, Creampie

Jeongyeon-kink: kinks: breeding, public sex, free use, toys

Eunha- shower

Dahyun- gangbang

Jihyo- dubcon, blackmail

Boa- mommy, clone (selfcest?)

Saebyeol- voyeurism, Exhibitionism

Nayeon- choking, slave

Isa- breeding

Sheon- Anal

Eunha/SinB/Yuju- breeding

Chaeryeong/Yeji- cuckold, bondage, sex toys

IU- bondage, Cnc, marking, breeding

Sowon- free use, public

Jihyo/Jeongyeon- gp, Daddy/Mommy, dp, impregnation, nipple play

Jiu- incest, dirty talk

Sullyoon- dp, massage

Karina- incest, femdom

Solar- femdom

Yeri- femdom, pegging, piss

Karina- incest, armpit, somnophilia

Chaeryeong- nipple play, dp

Sowon- incest, marking

Jeewon/Swan- tit play, snowballing

Somin- consensual somno

Somi/Chaeyoung/Mina- Ass play, Lesbian

Jihyo/Somi/Eunbi- lactation, cuckolding

Seoyeon- deflowering

Jihyo/Chaeyoung- Mommy, Voyeur, cuckold, breeding

Mina/Chaeyoung- Pegging, anal

Nayeon/Jeongyeon/Jihyo- mind break, body worship, domination

Lua- stocking, flexibility, striptease

Gaeul- incest

Loona ⅓ / Odd Eye circle- breeding, Gangbang

Soyeon/Chaeyoung- size kink, fem gp reader

Jihyo- humiliation

Misamo- corruption

Karina- stuck in wall

Sana/Jihyo- bondage, edging, angry sex

Somi- incest, shower

Jinni-foodplay

Ryujin/Sana/Nayeon/Yuna/Sullyoon/Bae- voyeurism, blackmail, femdom, reverse gangbang

Karina- somnophilia, recording

Rose- facefuck, anal

Momo/Jihyo- Exhibition, titjob, dubcon

Eunbi/Hyewon- tijob, blowjob, recording

Chaewon/Yunjin- incest, armpit, threesome

Haewon- overstimulation, nipple play, pool sex

Solar- public, abs worship

Taeyeon- car sex, armpits, legs

Dahyun- incest, public

Yeji- cheating

Yuna- Brat, choking

Sunmi/Jihyo- Virgin, spanking, threesome, voyeur

IU/Ryujin/Seulgi- Bondage,Gangbang,panties gag

Seulgi- gangbang, bondage, pet play, leash, nipple play, anal plug

Iu, Itzy- DP, Bondage, gangbang, nipple play

Tiffany- Power kink, secretary, facial 

Hyuna, Somi- Lesbian, Strap-on, mindbreak

Joy- Cheating, cuckold

Eunha- pregnant, pegging, femdom, lactation, mommy

Saebyeol, LE- G!P, Car sex, Dubcon, Lesbian

Minju- Cheating

Tiffany- Massage, facial, legs

Heejin- Daddy, breeding

Taeyeon- squirting, Somnophilia

Yunjin- femdom, incest, breeding

Sohee- anal, piss

Taeyeon- drunk sex, breeding

Minyoung- titjob, mature, public,

Natty, Hanni- cheating, cuckold, mind break, orgasm denial

Jihyo-Mommy

Zoa- Gloryhole, incest

Jeongyeon- edging, femdom, rough sex, breastfeeding

Yeji, Ryujin, Yuna- bondage, humiliation, ballgag, nipple/clit clamps

Xiaoting- cuckold

IU, Seulgi- gangbang, bondage, free-use, panty stuffing

Yooa- exhibitionism, remote vibrator

Yuju, Eunha- Tentacle

Mina, Chaeyoung- NTR, rough sex, mindbreak

Mina- gangbang, triple penetration, creampie

Chaewon- tickling

Yunjin- femdom, incest, breeding

Bona- feet, femdom, edging, marking

Yujeong- squirt, titfuck, public, sweat licking

IU Seolhyun- pet play, bdsm, atrap-on, anal

Arin, Karina, Sohee- rough sex, dildo, foursome

Sana- public

Momo- Titjob, anal

Krystal, Jessica Jung- foursome, swinging, incest

Seolhyun- creampie

Taeyeon- blackmail. gangbang

Yuri- Lesbian, threesome

Sooyoung- cuckold, cheating, sph

Hyolyn-  handcuffs, rough sex

Bora, Dasom- Anal

Sullyoon, Sana- rimming, bukkake, slave

Eunbi- dub-con

Liz- cheating

Sumin- anal plug, pet play, facial, happy pet

Itzy- Orgy

Lia, Yuna- Breeding, Anal

Dahyun- exhibitionism, sound kink

Minju, Chaewon, Yena- Cheating, Orgy, Swinging, Aphrodisiac

Mina- Public

Tzuyu/Mina- Exhibitionism, Dubcon, Sexting

Yeorum, Luda- blowjob, anal, size kink

Joy, Seulgi, Momo, Sana- breeding gangbang

Rose- Bondage, Sub Reader, Edging, Satin Use, Blinfold, FaceFuck, Titjob, Mirror Sex,

Jisoo, Rose- Bondage, Sub Reader, Edging, Satin Use, Blinfold, FaceFuck, Titjob, Mirror Sex,

Jiwoo- deflower, blowjob

Mina, Jihyo- anal butt plug dildo/strap-on pegging and rimming

Kwon Eunbi- free use, degradation, glory hole

saidahmo - corruption, dubcon, gp!sana&momo

Gaeul/Wony - threesome, anal

Minju- Free use, public sex, teasing, a hint of humiliation

Tzuyu- Free use, GirlPenis, Exhibitionism, Temperature Play, Edging, Food play

Jiheon- gangbang/threesome

Yooa- time freeze

Ryujin- anal

Yuna, Lisa- Threesome

[authorhjk1]

Wendy in this tight fitting goodness…soft on the outside, yummier when inside.

Hazel

(Wendy X Male Reader)

You know it's a trap. Wendy can't be that naive. Although Seulgi, Joy and Yeri aren't there, you and Irene are. And Wendy knows that. And yet, the door to her room is cracked open. And yet, she is clearly kneeling on the bed, getting herself off. And yet, she freely moans your name.

You could've sworn the door was closed as you headed for the bathroom. But it isn't anymore. If that doesn't scream trap, what does?

Should you risk it? Since Wendy is moaning your name, you doubt she would have a problem with you making her fantasy, whatever that might be, real. But then again, she might stop you and tell Irene. That's not a problem, but it would ruin the mood.

A desperate whine escapes Wendy's lips and you see her tremble. Taking a closer look, you realize she is humping a teddy bear. The one you gave Irene a couple months back.

You decide that, even if it's not a trap, this is more than enough invitation for you to act. Except for Yeri, Wendy is the only one of Irene's members, whom you haven't fucked yet. And the way she was just humping the bear makes it obvious that she needs it too.

"Wendy."

You open the door and step inside.

"Oh my god!"

Wendy almost screams. You can see different emotions wash over her face, before she covers it with her hands. Surprise, shock, embarrassment, shame.

"Hey, this is nothing to be ashamed of. Do you know how often I think of fucking you, while I'm inside Irene?"

Her surprised face makes you grin.

"Can you blame me? You are beautiful. You have this small waist, those thighs, that ass..."

You stop, waiting for her reply. But Wendy still covers half her face with her hands.

"It'd love to just..."

The sentence lingers in the air between you two.

"May I?"

"W-What?"

Why is she acting this surprised? Did she really leave the door open by accident? No way.

"May I fuck you?"

"W-What about Irene unnie? You're her-"

"Just pretend I'm yours. What do you like?"

You reach her bed as you talk.

Wendy looks up at you, before looking down at herself. Her brown dress is still covering her body. But it doesn't hide the beautiful curves this girl has.

"I-I want to be on top."

"You want to ride me?"

Wendy nods and you lie down next to her. She moves back to give you room. The bear she just came on is forgotten. She is now straddling you, quickly regaining her confidence. As she pulls your pants off of you, she notices that you're already hard. The product of having fucked Irene for the last two hours and seeing Wendy getting herself off, while thinking about you.

"This is nice."

Wendy says as she slowly strokes your shaft.

You reach forward and grab the hem of her dress. Moving it upwards, you reveal more and more of her thighs, until you expose her core. No underwear. You can tell that Wendy is pretty wet. The result of her recent orgasm.

"You don't need to do anything. Just be rough with me, when I'm about to...."

You nod, understanding what she means.

A moment later, Wendy's lips graze your tip, before she slowly lowers herself onto your cock.

"Damn, Wendy."

You groan. She is tighter than expected. Way tighter. Her pussy wraps around your cock as if it was made for it. Her warmth seems to suck you in.

Wendy sighs heavily as she lowers herself further and further. Eventually, she reaches your base. Her eyes are closed. You wait for her to start.

Soon, Wendy starts to fuck herself with your cock. You let your hands wander over her clothed body. Admiring her figure, you occasionally squeeze her nipples, which poke through the fabric.

"It feels so much better than I thought it would."

You can't hide your smile as you hear Wendy's compliment. Her bouncing soon becomes faster. Her snug walls hug you tight. You feel her abs flex when you place one of your hands on her tummy, while the other moves around her to squeeze one of her ass cheeks.

Caught by surprise, Wendy lets out a louder moan. You feel how she occasionally falls out of her rhythm as she drives herself closer towards the orgasm she has been longing for.

This is your cue. You place both your hands on her waist and raise your thighs, by pulling your feet towards you a little.

"Oh god!"

Wendy hisses, feeling how she slides down your cock just that tiny bit further.

Thanks to your new position, you can freely start to thrust upwards, while making Wendy bounce on your cock.

Her moans quickly turn into cries. Her nails dig themselves into your thighs, but you work through it. It's only a small price to pay, if you are able to experience Wendy's snug pussy.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Her chant tells you she is close.

You keep thrusting upwards as you pull her down simultaneously. As she is being impaled on your cock, Wendy loses control over her body. Soon, she finally orgasms. Her pussy contracts around your cock. Her nails scratch at your thighs. Her mouth lets out a long melodic cry. Irene must've heard at least that one.

"Wendy."

You groan, suddenly aware that you are inside of her without a condom.

"Are you...?"

Wendy shakes her head. Fuck.

You are almost there already. A couple of seconds more...

You lift Wendy off your cock, just enough so she lands on you lap right behind it, her back supported by your thighs. You immediately climax, shooting your load all over her. Wendy's dress gets painted by your cum.

"Oh my gosh!"

She laughs at the mess you made.

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Just a quick update on my situation:

My exams are starting now, which means I don't have much time to write for the next two months. I can dedicate about an hour per day to writing for you guys, but not more. Which means I will write a colour chapter every day, plus work on the requests and the first part of the new series. I'm around halfway done with the first chapter, so I hope I can show it to you guys soon. The requests I'm focusing on right now are the third part of the Home series and a smaller part of the Sana series.

Stay healthy, everyone!

[thelastdrop]

Not sure if you've seen Eunbi's mid-riff in the CK shoots

If you could outlast your own orgasm when she forces you to worship her mid-riff...

Maybe you would get to play with her melons too 😉

Do you prefer the idols' mid-riffs to be more defined and firm (Those 11-Line Abs 🤤) like Momo's, Seulgi's and Kazuha's?

Or the softer and "slightly meatier" mid-riffs?

I think Eunbi's mid-riff is slightly somewhere in between 🤔

i remember seeing these and thinking ‘such a lovely midriff from eunbi’.

i definitely prefer more defined and toned midriffs. but like you said many idols (like eunbi) have this in-between type of midriff which i also bow down and worship