A/N - Basically two fics combined into one. The grey dress from Seulgi's Wuhan fanmeet blew my mind (scroll a bit down to find it), and this fit with the yellow dress somehow added more to the damage to my heart.
“miss you already… hurry back?”
This is the photo Seulgi sends to me in the morning, as I am trying to finish my 30 minute run, just five minutes away from the resort that Seulgi’s team booked for her.
Not a simple good morning text. Not asking where I am. Just sending me a selfie with her all dolled up, because Seulgi is very aware of the effect she has on me and she knows I will drop everything and run back to her. Seulgi practically has me on a leash, and I am all too happy to oblige anytime she tugs on the proverbial leash.
Under the harsh sunlight, I squinted hard to see her selfie. I see Seulgi wearing a silky pale-yellow (The Red Velvet girls take their representative colors very seriously, as I have witnessed) sleeveless top that clings to her body, the fabric draped low and soft across her chest, the opening for arm big enough to show the soft swell of her left breast, made to look all the more prominent as she is leaning on her left side. Her gray shorts ride high on her toned thighs, the hem teasing the edge of the chair. Her dark hair is pulled back into a low, messy bun with a few soft strands framing her face, and Seulgi is looking off to the side with that calm, sultry expression, lips slightly parted.
My cock twitches hard against my shorts before I even finish processing it. Seulgi’s body looks relaxed and glowing, that yellow silk glowing against her skin, the way her thighs look so smooth and bare. I can practically smell the sunscreen and pool water on her, the faint vanilla of her lotion mixing with the warm Bali breeze. My thumbs shake as I type back “on my way” and I’m already turning around, practically sprinting the last stretch of the run till the resort is in sight.
I find Seulgi still lounging around the pool, her staff nowhere to be seen. She looks at me through her sunglasses and instantly realizes she successfully pulled me to where she wanted me; sweaty and panting right in front of her, eagerly waiting to see what she does next. She stands up from the chair and walks towards me, hands me her phone, and asks, “Could you take a photo of me sitting? I can’t find any of my team members.” and smirks. Seulgi’s smirk is enough to let me know that whatever she has planned for next, she did not want her staff to be present in the immediate vicinity.
I squat down, with her phone in hand, prepared to take her photos. She almost sits down in front of me, her top riding over her back a bit, showing off her toned back, and the hem of her skirt gets pushed up further to remind me how absolutely delightful her bare thighs are. As I get too engrossed looking at her thighs, to make me put my attention back to the task in hand (which is to take pretty photos of her), she purses her lips and blows me a noisy kiss, the kind that hollows her cheeks just a little, and reminding me off all the things she can and has done with her lips. I press the shutter button, back to reality enough to take her photos, but the combination of her body, pose, and approach proving too much for me to think clearly.
Seulgi stands up, checks the photos of hers that I took, and clearly delighted, kisses me on the cheek, still acting innocently as if she does not know just the touch of her naturally pouty lips anywhere on my skin is enough to make me feel like a dog in heat. Seulgi is in a mood to tease me today, and she keeps her lips pressed against my cheek longer than she usually does, slightly parting her lips to push the tip of her tongue against my skin, sending a jolt of lust throughout my body.
Seulgi immediately steps backward, her lips now curved in a teasing smile, as she says, “Baby, can you wait here for a few minutes? I have something I need to find in my bedroom, and we can go have breakfast after I find it.” All I can vocalize is, “yes, baby, take your time.”, because after all these years of being with Seulgi, her touches and invitations still feel like the first time.
After a few minutes, just when I start feeling that my blood has stopped rushing to my cock, I receive another selfie from Seulgi. It is a mirror selfie from her bedroom. She is sitting on the side of her bed, one leg crossed over the other, her skirt riding up even further, making her thighs look like a five course michelin meal, her top thigh pressing down on the lower one so her muscle dimples slightly. “Can’t find what I was looking for. Help me?”
My body starts moving before my mind even processes anything, because my body is well aware of the combination of Seulgi and her bedroom and what usually comes next. I rush from the swimming pool to the bedroom, and push the door open, heart hammering. I see Seulgi sitting on the edge of the huge king bed exactly as if she’s been waiting for me to burst in. She’s still in the same pose as the photo, but now she has her back slightly arched so the satin pulls tight across her breasts. Her bun is a little messier now, a few more strands loose around her face, and she’s looking right at me with that same sultry, knowing smile.
Seulgi tilts her head innocently and asks, “Do you know what I was looking for, baby?” She bites her lower lip, eyes darkening as she continues in a low, breathy voice: “I was looking for that perfect mouth, the one that knows exactly how to lick me slow and deep until my legs shake. And those hands, the ones that pin my thighs open and curl inside me just right.” Seulgi uncrosses her legs slowly, letting them fall apart so you can see how wet she already is.
“I searched everywhere, but I couldn’t find them… so I had to text you.”
The leash snaps. I can’t hold myself back anymore, crossing the room in two steps.
I drop to my knees right in front of her on the cool tiled floor, the impact jarring my bones but I don’t care. My hands slide up her smooth calves, over her knees, and hook into the waistband of those gray shorts. Seulgi’s breath hitches audibly. Seulgi plants her feet on the edge of the bed so her thighs part just enough for me to tug the fabric down. I peel the shorts off slowly, savoring the way the material drags over her skin, revealing the smooth, bare, and undeniably wet pussy I’ve been aching for since that photo hit my phone. She’s glistening, her pussy wet and puffy, the soft pink folds shining in the natural morning light, her natural musky scent overloading my olfactory sense immediately.
“Fuck, Seulgi…” I breathe in the smell that is uniquely Seulgi, leaning in and pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss right above her clit, feeling her shiver.
“Mmm, baby…” Seulgi whispers in her sirenlike low voice, one hand threading gently into my hair. “You don’t have to be so gentle… but I like when you start slow.”
I don’t need more permission. My middle finger traces her pink, glistening slit first, slowly, tentatively, spreading her wetness from her entrance up to her clit and back down. She’s soaked completely, a bit of her warmth leaking on the bed already. I push inside Seulgi gently, just one finger to the first knuckle, feeling her walls flutter and clench around me. Seulgi feels so tight, so warm, and the little gasp she lets out as she looks at herself in the bedroom mirror makes my cock throb painfully, but I ignore my own need, focusing on Seulgi’s pleasure only.
I add a second finger, curling them slowly, stroking that soft spot inside her while my thumb circles her clit in lazy circles, my thumb wet from Seulgi’s arousal. Seulgi’s head falls back, a soft moan spilling from her lips as she closes her eyes, “Ahh… just like that baby.”
I lean in, the smell of her arousal feeding my own more as I move closer to Seulgi’s pussy, and replace my thumb with my tongue on her clit, my two fingers never stopping their movement inside her. I lick her clit tentatively, flat and slow at first, then move to licking broad stripes up her pussy, tasting her sweet, tangy arousal. Seulgi tastes like heaven, warm and slick and unmistakably hers. I suck gently on her clit, then flick the tip of my tongue against it while my fingers keep pumping in a steady rhythm. Her hips start to roll against my face, nothing less than a primal dance, chasing the pleasure, and her fingers tighten in my hair. Seulgi opens her eyes again, half lidded with pleasure already, looking at our reflection in the mirror again, me on my knees between her open legs lapping hungrily, her nipples pebbled under her yellow top, her arousal further fueled by watching herself be pleasured this way.
I pick up the pace gradually as my fingers thrust deeper, faster, curling harder with every stroke. My tongue moves quicker, sucking and licking with more pressure, the wet, obscene sounds of me eating her out growing louder. Seulgi’s moans turn breathier, higher, right as her pussy gets wetter.
“Baby, yes, keep going like that.” Her thighs start to tremble around my head as they rest on top of my shoulders. “I’m close already.”
I don’t slow down. I flatten my tongue and press it hard against Seulgi’s clit while my fingers fuck her faster, wet, squelching sounds filling the room. Her whole body tenses, back arching, eyes closed, her thighs wrapping around my head hard; and then she comes with a broken cry as her walls clamp down around my fingers in rhythmic pulses, a fresh gush of wetness coating my hand and chin. I keep licking her through it, my fingers keep moving inside, gentler now but not stopping, drawing out every last shudder as she rides the highs of her orgasm, moaning my name in a soft voice.
Seulgi’s orgasm only fuels my own desire to pleasure her more, pushing her to highs she has not experienced before. I keep going, my fingers bury themselves more inside Seulgi’s pussy now, picking up the pace and thrusting steadily again while my tongue laps at her oversensitive clit. Seulgi’s eyes fly open, breath catching in a startled whine, as she looks at my head buried between her thighs.
“B-baby, wait, it’s too sensitive..” Her voice cracks, but her hips are still twitching toward my mouth, greedy even as she says it, as her beautifully toned thighs wrap around my head harder.
I look up at Seulgi, lips shiny with her cum, locking eyes, showing how hungry I am for her taste and for her pleasure as I say, “Not stopping, baby. If it is too much, use our safe word.”
I dive back in harder this time with renewed vigor, my tongue rougher, sucking Seulgi’s clit into my mouth with more pressure, fingers pumping faster, curling inside her again and again and again. The wet, filthy, almost squelching sounds are much louder now, her juices dripping down her pussy and my wrist onto the sheets. Seulgi’s moans turn into desperate, broken sobs of pleasure, as she opens her eyes again to look at her reflection, face contorted with bodily bliss.
“Fuck, fuck, oh my god, please don’t stop..”, Seulgi’s legs start shaking violently against my head, heels digging into my back. I can feel her second orgasm building already, faster and sharper than the first. Her walls flutter wildly around my fingers, and I smell a sharper, muskier smell coming from her body, signalling her imminent release.
Then Seulgi snaps, her back bows hard, her upper body almost parallel to the bed. A raw, guttural cry tears from her throat as she squirts. Hot, clear fluid gushes over my fingers and straight onto my tongue, splashing my face and chin and dripping down my neck. I keep licking and fingering her through it, drinking her in, the taste flooding my mouth intoxicating me and pushing me to keep going. Her whole body convulses, thighs clamping around my head so tight I can barely breathe, but I don’t pull away.
I keep going relentlessly now, tongue working her clit in tight, fast circles, fingers slamming into her soaked pussy with wet, filthy thrusts, made easier with her squirt but simultaneously difficult with her pussy contracting around my fingers. Seulgi’s voice goes hoarse, eyes rolling back, lashes fluttering.
“Baby, I can’t, too much, ahh—fuck” She’s babbling, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping from the corners of her eyes. Her body is trembling nonstop, abs clenching, chest heaving, nipples pebbled and visible under that yellow satin top, but woefully ignored. Another orgasm crashes through Seulgi almost immediately, even stronger, and she squirts again, somehow harder this time, soaking my face and the sheets beneath her.
I still don’t stop. My jaw is aching and fingers tired, my hand and face drenched in her, my pants straining against my hard cock and wet from the precum from pleasuring Seulgi for all this time, but the sounds she’s making, the desperate, broken little whimpers and moans only make me hungrier and to push her to ecstasy. Her thighs are quaking uncontrollably now against my head, her grip in my hair almost painful.
Her eyes are glassy, half-lidded, body going limp between waves of pleasure as the overstimulation pushes her right to the edge of consciousness. Her breathing is ragged, little broken moans spilling out with every flick of my tongue, every thrust of my fingers. She’s right there—teetering, trembling, almost gone.
Seulgi’s voice cracks into a sob. “I can’t, too much—gonna black out, red, RED!”
I stop immediately at Seulgi using our safe word. I look up at her flushed, wrecked face, cheeks wet with tears, lips parted, chest rising and falling under the rumpled yellow top, and while my body is driven by lust completely, my heart makes me stop.
I move up and hold her almost limp body softly against mine, worry clouding my thoughts, as I ask, “Baby, you okay? Too much?”
Seulgi lets out a shaky, breathless laugh that turns into another soft moan, her fingers gently stroking my hair even as her body continues to twitch with aftershocks in my embrace, as she whispers, “Fuck… I am okay, baby. It was too much, but I loved it.”, voice hoarse and wrecked and so full of love it makes my chest ache.
My worry dissolves completely, an almost smug smile replacing it, satisfied with the way I could push Seulgi to her limits and how well she took it. “That’s my girl. I already can’t wait to travel around the world in 30 days with you, baby.” as I hug her closer and let her ride out the aftershocks of pleasure I was responsible for.
The hotel room in Wuhan feels like a luxurious cocoon after the electric chaos of Seulgi’s fan concert earlier tonight. The floor-to-ceiling windows frame the glittering skyline of Wuhan, the neon lights bleeding across the river and distant skyscrapers outshadowing the night stars. I’m sprawled on the massive sectional sofa, phone in hand, scrolling through the official Red Velvet instagram update that just dropped. The photo is enough to stun me for a straight minute (even after dating her for all these years, I could never get used to her beauty.) - Seulgi’s looking straight at the camera, those sharp, smoky eyes lined perfectly, lips glossy and slightly parted, the draped neckline framing her collarbones like an invitation. One of her shoulders is bare, another draped with her silky smooth hair. She’s fresh off stage, still radiating that post-performance glow, and I can’t stop imagining peeling it off her right there under the spotlights.
The door to the suite clicks open. Seulgi steps in, still in her post-concert sweats and a loose hoodie, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, cheeks flushed from the encore cheers. She spots me on the sofa and her face lights up with that shy, tired smile that always hits me straight in the chest. “Hey, baby,” she says softly, kicking off her sneakers and padding over. “Did you see the photos? They just posted them.”
I sit up, pulling her down onto my lap before she can protest. My hands slide under the hoodie to rest on her bare waist, thumbs tracing the warm skin there. “I did. You looked insanely sexy in that gray dress. Like you were daring the whole audience to stare. And your navel, good God. So fucking hot in that dress.”
Seulgi laughs, low and breathy, nuzzling into my neck. Her skin smells like stage makeup, faint vanilla lotion, and the clean sweat of dancing under hot lights. “You liked it that much?”
“Liked it?” I grip her hips tighter, voice dropping. “I was scouring through Twitter, watching every single photos and videos of you and thinking about how badly I wanted to fuck you right there on stage. Bend you over the edge of the platform in front of everyone, lift that dress up, and bury my cock in you while the lights were still flashing.”
Seulgi’s breath catches, a shy yet seductive smile playing on her lips. “Baby… that’s so dirty. You know I’d let you if we could get away with it.” Her fingers trace my jaw, eyes darkening. “But since we can’t… what if I put the dress back on for you? Right now. Just us.”
I feel a bit lightheaded, imagining the possibility, asking, “You serious?”
Seulgi bites her lip, already reaching for her phone on the coffee table. “My stylist’s still downstairs packing. One call and she can bring it up.” Her voice turns teasing, that playful lilt I love. “You want to fuck me in it? Pretend we’re back on stage?”
“God yes,” I groan, kissing her hard, excited beyond measure. “Call her. Please.”
She giggles against my mouth, dialing quickly as she enjoys my desperation, sitting on my lap still. The conversation is short and professional, no hint of the actual intention. “Yes, unnie… just the gray one from tonight. Yes, the full look. Thanks.” She hangs up, tossing the phone aside. “Ten minutes. She’s bringing the whole thing—dress, earrings, everything.”
Those ten minutes stretch like torture. I keep her on my lap, hands roaming under her hoodie, palming her breasts through her bra while she grinds slowly against the hard line of my cock, making out like teenagers, restless and excited and messy. “I wanted you so bad on that stage,” I murmur into her ear, just as I stop sucking on her tongue. “Watching you dance, that dress moving with your body, how confident you were tonight.”
“Mmm… you should have texted me, baby.” she whispers back, nipping my earlobe and sucking on it lightly. “I could have worn the dress back to the hotel room and we could have started already..”
A knock at the door. The stylist hands over a garment bag with a knowing little smile and leaves without a word. Seulgi disappears into the bedroom to change, and when she emerges five minutes later, my mouth goes dry, my head empty.
It’s even better in person. The gray fabric drapes over her like liquid smoke, one shoulder completely exposed, the cowl neckline plunging just enough to frame the swell of her breasts. The sheer midriff panel shows off her flat, toned stomach with visible navel, the ruching at the waist cinching everything perfectly before the skirt flows down with that teasing slit up one thigh. Her hair is loose now, straight and glossy like in the photos, the silver butterfly earring sparkling. She’s barefoot, the dress pooling slightly around her ankles on the carpet.
“You like this?” she asks, doing a slow turn. The fabric shifts, clinging to her ass and hips.
“Love that.” I speak in a low, restrained voice, standing up and pulling her close immediately. My hands slide over the silky material, feeling the heat of her body underneath. “Now sit on the sofa. I need to taste you first.”
Seulgi obeys, visibly excited on the effect she has on me as she sinks back onto the cushions, legs parting just enough for the dress to ride up her thighs. I drop to my knees between them, pushing her dress up further. I ignore her bare, wet pussy completely, instead, my mouth finds her stomach immediately, kissing the warm, smooth skin. She tastes like salt and vanilla, the faint metallic tang of stage sweat and her vanilla body lotion still clinging to her. I drag my tongue slowly across her belly, circling her navel with the tip.
“Fuck, your navel is perfect,” I murmur against Seulgi’s skin, licking deeper into the little dip. It’s small and delicate, a soft oval that quivers when I suck gently on the rim. “So fucking cute. Looks like it was made for my tongue.” I worship it slowly, lapping around and inside it, feeling her abs tense under my mouth.
Seulgi’s fingers thread into my hair, a soft moan escaping mixed with a giggle at feeling tickled, “Baby… that feels so good. Keep going.”
I move higher, kissing up the exposed midriff, then detour to her left armpit. The skin there is impossibly soft, warm, with the faintest trace of her deodorant mixed with her natural scent, sweet, musky, a bit tangy from all the dancing at the fansign and not showering. I lick a long, slow stripe along the curve, tasting the subtle saltiness, inhaling hard and nuzzling into the warmth. Seulgi gasps at the novel sensation, thighs squeezing my sides. “Oh god… you’re really worshipping every inch tonight.” she breathes against my head, voice husky. “I love when you get like this.”
I spend minutes there, licking and sucking gently, my hands sliding up her sides under the dress to cup her breasts. Then I move back down to her navel, circling it again with my tongue while one hand finally slips between her legs. Seulgi has been wet ever since she sat on my lap, but she is soaking now, no panties, just bare, slick heat. I finger her slowly, two digits curling inside while my mouth keeps worshipping her bare stomach.
But the need to be inside her has been building for the last 4 hours, and I cannot wait anymore. I pull back, standing and tugging her up by the hands. “Balcony. Now. I want you looking out at Wuhan while I look at your ass and fuck you.”
Seulgi’s eyes gleam with excitement. She leads me to the wide glass doors of the balcony, with a clear, panoramic view of the city. I spin her around, pressing her front against the glass door. Her hands grip the cool metal of the door handles, as I lift the back of the dress, bunching the silky fabric around her waist. Her ass is perfect; round and firm and perky, the skin smooth and glowing under the city lights. I squeeze both cheeks hard, redding them just from the squeeze, as I spread them, mesmerized by the way they jiggle slightly under my palms.
“Baby, I love your ass so fucking much” I groan, spanking her right asscheek with a sharp crack. “So fucking perfect. Tight and soft at the same time.” Seulgi arches her back, pushing back against my bulge. “Fuck me. Right here.”
I free my cock, already throbbing, and rub the head along her slick folds, covering my tip instantly. Then I push in slowly, inch by inch, feeling Seulgi’s walls stretch and clench around me. The dress still covers her upper body completely, the gray fabric draped elegantly over her back and shoulders while her lower half is exposed to the night, for my eyes only.
“Good God, you feel like heaven already,” I moan as I push my length inside her slick, warm, inviting pussy. I grab her hips, and start thrusting slowly at first, savoring how my cock feels the texture and the warmth inside of Seulgi’s cunt, the way her ass ripples with every impact.
Seulgi moans loudly as I push into her, pushing against my cock more, like she wants even more. “Go harder.” She looks over her shoulder to look at my eyes and bites her lower lip. “Pull my hair, baby. Take me, I am yours.”
I wrap her silky black hair around my fist and yank her head back gently but firmly, arching her neck. Seulgi is visibly excited being dominated like this, her face pushed against the glass door, her tight grey dress fluttering in the wind as it covers her upper body, ass bouncing against my hips as I start fucking her harder. Skin slaps against skin, loud and wet and obscene, the smell of her arousal and sweat making me heady with lust.
I spank her again and again when I am not grabbing her hips, alternating cheeks, watching them flush pink under my hand. “This ass was made for me. It’s only mine to spank.” Between my spanks and her moaning my name, Seulgi manages to say, “Yes, spank me harder, I love when you get all horny and possessive like this. God, baby, your cock feels so good inside me.”
The kinky talk flows out of Seulgi between moans as I drive into her from behind, hair still being pulled by my hand. “I’ve been thinking about us going public, you know? Walking the streets of Europe… Paris, maybe. Making out against some old stone wall while tourists walk by. No one would recognize me with my hair down and sunglasses on. But if they did…” Her pussy clenches hard around me once, as if her pussy is responsible to prove the sincerity of her words, making me almost cum then and there, as she smiles shyly looking back at me. “I’d give them a show. Kiss you messier, let you slide your hand under my skirt right there on the sidewalk. Let the world see how much I belong to you.”
Seulgi’s words push me closer than I would like, fueling my possessiveness further. I thrust slower now, wanting to hear what more she has to say, the wet sounds of her pussy and my hips thrusting against her ass almost enough to drown her voice out. I release her hair to grab both her asscheeks again, spreading her wider, pounding deeper. “Tell me more,” I whisper as I lean forward over her back.
“I want to ride you in a café in Rome,” she pants, voice wrecked. “Skirt hiked up under the table, your fingers inside me while we drink espresso. Or in Berlin… fuck me against a graffiti wall at night, my legs around your waist. Even if someone films it, I don’t care. I’d moan your name loud enough for the whole street to hear. You’re mine, baby. And I want everyone to know.”
Seulgi’s body starts trembling, both from my relentless pounding and spanking and from sharing her public fantasies with me. I feel her walls squeezing against my cock rhythmically, attempting to drain my cum ASAP. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she cries out. “Don’t stop, baby!”
Seulgi cums hard on my cock, thighs shaking, a gush of wetness soaking my balls and dripping down her legs. The moans from her sirenlike voice fills my ears, as I keep thrusting through her orgasm, drawing it out, her pussy clenching rhythmically around me as it feels the bliss.
I’m right at the edge myself, cock throbbing, balls tightening, holding myself back from cumming just to hear her fantasies in full. “Seulgi… I’m so close.”
She pulls off me suddenly, spinning around with a wicked, breathless smile. The dress is still perfectly in place on her upper body, draped elegantly over her chest and shoulders, the sheer midriff now slightly damp with sweat. Seulgi drops to her knees and whispers, “Cum on me,” looking up with eyes laced with lust. “All over my face, my chest, my stomach. Mark me in this dress, ruin it for everyone else.”
I stroke myself fast, impossible to hold myself back anymore. Seulgi opens her mouth, tongue out. The first burst of cum lands across her cheek, dripping down to her lips. The next hits her chest, painting the gray fabric and the swell of her breasts, covering the perkiness from her left nipple with a bit of my cum. I point lower with my cock as the last streaks of my cum shoots across her stomach, covering the sheer panel and leaking to her navel. Seulgi moans softly, catching what she can on her tongue, the rest glistening on her skin and the expensive dress.
Seulgi looks up at me from her kneeling position, a smile of pride on her cum-stricken lips, her grey dress ruined by my cum, marked by it, as she licks her lips, adjusts her messy black hair and suggests, “Keep a memoir of this, baby. Take a photo of what you did.”
I grab my phone from my pocket, snapping a quick photo of Seulgi exactly like this: kneeling on the balcony, gray dress still draped elegantly over her torso, face and chest and stomach streaked with my cum, the Wuhan nightlights painting her in neon and shadow from behind her. Her eyes sparkle as the shutter clicks.
I pull her up gently, kissing her cum-smeared lips, tasting myself on her tongue. As we wrap each other with our bodies, standing and looking at the Wuhan city sights, I cannot help but feel a strong sense of warmth and love, Seulgi’s confession of her fantasies making a permanent mark in my heart.
Seulgi murmurs, nuzzling herself closer in my embrace, “I meant what I said about Europe. It doesn’t have to be in Europe, but it definitely has to be you.”
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The horror movie flickers across the TV screen, casting dancing shadows around Seulgi's dimly lit living room. But you can barely focus on the generic slasher plot - not with her sitting so close beside you on the plush leather couch. Your best friend since college is wearing those damn gray pajama pants again, the ones that hug every curve of her toned legs and petite frame. Combined with a loose t-shirt that's always sliding off her shoulder, giving a glimpse of her collarbone; she's the perfect mix of casual comfort and unintentional sexiness that's been driving you insane lately.
"Earth to spacehead," Seulgi says with a playful nudge, breaking you from your wandering thoughts. "That's like the third time you've jumped at absolutely nothing. The movie's not even at a scary part yet."
You force what you hope is a casual laugh, hyper-aware of how her half-bare shoulder brushes against yours as she shifts position. "Just tired I guess. Long week at work and all that."
"Bullshit," she counters with that knowing half-smirk that makes your stomach do backflips. "I've seen you marathon horror movies until 4 AM after double shifts. Try again."
"Maybe I'm just getting old and jumpy?" You attempt deflection, but your voice comes out higher than intended.
Seulgi pauses the movie mid-scene, turning to face you fully with her legs tucked under her.
"Or maybe," she draws out the words slowly, dark eyes studying your expression, "you're distracted by something else entirely. Or should I say... someone?"
Your heart rate kicks up several notches. There's a glint in her eye that you've never seen before - something predatory and knowing that makes your mouth go dry. "W-what do you mean?"
"Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean." She leans in slightly, her vanilla-scented shampoo filling your senses. "See, the other day when I borrowed your laptop to print those work documents? I may have accidentally stumbled across some... interesting folders."
The blood drains from your face as realization hits.
Fuck.
Those folders.
The ones you thought were safely buried in obscure subfolders with innocuous names. The ones filled with carefully edited split-screen videos - porn on one side, usually featuring petite Asian women who looked just like...
"Your face is doing that thing it does when you're panicking," Seulgi observes, seeming almost amused by your deer-in-headlights expression. "The same look you had that time we almost got caught sneaking into the campus pool senior year."
You open your mouth to speak but no words come out. How do you explain away folders full of porn videos meticulously edited to display alongside photos of your best friend? There's no platonic explanation for that level of obsession.
"I have to say," she continues casually, as if discussing the movie rather than your darkest secret, "I'm a little hurt you didn't just tell me you were into me. We've been friends for what, six years now? That's a long time to keep those kinds of feelings bottled up."
"Seulgi, I..." you start, then falter. "I never wanted to mess up our friendship. You mean too much to me to risk that. And I know those folders were fucked up. I promise I'll delete everything! I'm so sorry you had to see that-"
"Shh." She presses a finger to your lips, effectively silencing your rambling apology. "I'm not finished. Because while I was surprised to find those folders... What surprised me more was realizing how much they turned me on. Damn, I didn't know you were such a dirty boy."
Your brain short-circuits at her words, unable to process this turn of events. Seulgi takes advantage of your stunned silence to slide closer.
"Want to know a secret?" she whispers, her lips barely an inch from your ear. "I've thought about you too. All those times we've had sleepovers, sharing my bed... I'd lie awake wondering what would happen if I just rolled over and kissed you. If I told you how wet I get when you look at me with those hungry eyes you think I don't notice."
"Fuck," you breathe out shakily as her hand lands on your thigh, fingertips tracing idle patterns through your sweatpants. "Is this really happening?"
"That depends," she replies with mock thoughtfulness. "Do you want it to be happening? Because I saw those videos you like... all those pretty Asian girls taking it up the ass... is that what you want to do to me? Do you want me to be your anal princess?"
Your grip on the couch cushion tightens as arousal shoots through you at her blunt words. Hearing your best friend talk like this is driving you crazy.
"Don't worry, I always wanted this too," she continues, voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Do you remember all those times I'd sit in your lap for no reason? When I'd 'accidentally' grind against you while reaching for something?" She grins wickedly. "That wasn't accidental at all. I've been trying to make you hard for months."
Your mind races back through countless moments - Seulgi plopping down on your lap during movie nights, wiggling her tight little ass against your crotch as she "got comfortable." How many times had you gone home afterward to jerk off thinking about it?
"I could feel it, you know," she continues, her voice dropping lower. "How hard you'd get. Sometimes I could even feel your cock twitch through your pants. It made me so wet knowing I was affecting you like that."
You groan, unable to help yourself. "Fuck, Seulgi..."
"And you know what really got me hot?" She leans in close, her lips brushing your ear. "Sometimes I could feel your cock right against my asshole through our clothes. The way it would press right there... god, it made me want to just pull my pants down and let you fuck my ass right then and there."
Your cock is straining painfully against your jeans now as Seulgi's dirty confession pours out. She notices, of course, and presses her palm firmly against your bulge.
"You still haven't answered me: all those videos you picked - they were all anal scenes. Is that what you think about? Fucking my tight little ass?"
Unable to form words, you just nod. Seulgi's hand squeezes your cock through your pants.
"Tell me," she demands. "I want to hear you say it."
Swallowing hard, you force yourself to meet her intense gaze. "Yes. Fuck yes! I think about your ass all the time. Every time you wear that fucking leggings, I can see every curve, how tight and perfect it is. I go home and jerk off thinking about spreading those cheeks and burying my cock in your ass."
Seulgi moans, grinding the heel of her hand against your erection. "Keep going. Tell me more."
The dam breaks and all your pent-up fantasies come pouring out. "I think about eating your ass first, getting it nice and wet with my tongue. Spreading you open and licking you until you're begging for my cock. Then sliding into that tight hole inch by inch while you take it all..."
"Fuck," Seulgi gasps, her free hand sliding between her own legs. "I knew we had a connection. Want to know a secret?"
You nod eagerly, hypnotized by the way she's rubbing herself through her pants.
"I have toys," she confesses. "Butt plugs, dildos... I use them in my ass almost every night thinking about you. Imagining it's your thick cock stretching me open instead."
That confession breaks the last of your restraint. With a growl, you grab Seulgi and pull her into your lap, crushing your lips together in a desperate kiss. She responds immediately, grinding her ass against your cock as her tongue invades your mouth.
You grab her firm ass with both hands, squeezing and spreading the cheeks through the fabric. Seulgi moans into your mouth, rolling her hips to create more friction.
"Bedroom," she pants, breaking the kiss. "Now. I need you to fuck my ass properly."
You don't need to be told twice. Standing up with Seulgi still wrapped around you, you carry her down the hall to her room, hands firmly gripping her ass the whole way. She attacks your neck with kisses and little bites that make your cock throb.
Once in her bedroom, you toss her onto the bed and she bounces with a giggle that quickly turns into a moan as you grab the waistband of her pajama pants and yank them down. Her tiny black thong comes with them, leaving her lower half completely exposed.
"Fuck, look at that ass," you breathe, taking in the sight of her small, perfectly round cheeks. You've imagined this view countless times, but reality is so much better.
Seulgi wiggles her hips teasingly. "Touch it. I've been waiting so long to feel your hands on me."
You don't hesitate, climbing onto the bed and running your palms over the smooth globes of her ass. Her skin is incredibly soft and warm under your touch. You squeeze and knead the firm flesh, spreading her cheeks to reveal her tight pink hole.
"God, it's perfect," you groan, rubbing your thumb over her puckered entrance. Seulgi pushes back against the touch with a whimper.
"Taste it," she demands, arching her back to present herself better. "I want to feel your tongue in my ass."
You dive in eagerly, spreading her cheeks wide and dragging your tongue from her dripping pussy up to her asshole. Seulgi cries out, pushing back against your face as you circle her rim with firm licks.
"Yes, fuck, just like that," she moans. "Get my ass nice and wet for your cock."
You alternate between broad licks and pointed jabs with your tongue, gradually working the tip past her tight ring of muscle. Seulgi's whole body shudders as you tongue-fuck her ass, her pussy dripping onto the sheets below.
"More," she begs. "Stick your tongue in deeper. Get me ready for that thick cock."
You redouble your efforts, gripping her ass cheeks hard enough to leave marks as you bury your face between them. Your tongue pushes deeper into her hot channel while your nose presses against her taint. The musky, intimate taste of her ass only makes you harder.
Seulgi reaches back and spreads herself even wider for you. "That's it, eat my fucking ass. God, I've dreamed about this so many times."
You pull back just enough to spit directly onto her hole, watching it clench and relax. "Me too. Every time you sat on my lap, I wanted to bend you over and tongue-fuck this perfect little ass."
"I knew it," she pants. "I could feel how hard you'd get. Sometimes I'd grind back extra hard just to feel your cock pressing against my asshole through our clothes."
You press your thumb against her spit-slicked entrance, watching it slowly sink in to the first knuckle. Seulgi moans and pushes back, taking it deeper.
"Look how eager your ass is," you tease, working your thumb in and out. "Such a greedy little hole."
"Only for you," she gasps. "I've been saving my ass for your cock. Now stop teasing and fuck me already."
But you're not done exploring yet. You've fantasized about this too long to rush it. Pulling your thumb out, you replace it with two fingers, slowly working them into her tight channel.
"Fuck yes," Seulgi hisses. "Stretch me open. Get me ready for that big dick."
You pump your fingers steadily in and out of her ass, watching in fascination as her hole grips and releases them. Your other hand slides around to find her clit, rubbing the swollen nub in time with your thrusts.
"Oh god," she moans, rocking between your fingers. "That feels so fucking good. Add another finger, please. I want to be nice and loose for you."
You comply, working a third digit into her stretched hole. Seulgi's back arches beautifully as she takes it, a long moan escaping her lips.
"Such a good girl, taking it so well," you praise, scissoring your fingers to open her up more. "I can't wait to feel this tight ass wrapped around my cock."
"Please," she whimpers. "I need it. Need your cock in my ass so bad."
You continue finger-fucking her ass while your other hand works her clit, building her up slowly. Seulgi's moans get higher and more desperate as she approaches orgasm.
"That's it," you encourage. "Cum for me. Cum with my fingers in your ass."
Seulgi's whole body tenses as she crashes over the edge, her ass clenching rhythmically around your fingers as she cums. You work her through it, only stopping when she collapses bonelessly onto the bed.
"Holy fuck," she pants, looking back at you with glazed eyes. "That was so good."
You slowly withdraw your fingers, admiring how her hole stays slightly open. "Just wait until you feel my cock in there."
"Yes please," she purrs, rolling onto her back. "But first, get naked. I want to see what I've been missing."
You quickly strip off your clothes, your cock springing free rock hard and leaking. Seulgi's eyes go wide as she takes in your size.
"Fuck, you're bigger than my toys," she says appreciatively. "No wonder I could feel you so well through your pants."
She sits up and pulls her t-shirt off, revealing small, perky breasts with hard nipples. Your mouth waters at the sight of her toned body, tight abs leading down to her bare pussy.
"Come here," she beckons, reaching for your cock. "Let me get you nice and wet first."
You move closer and Seulgi wraps her small hand around your shaft, stroking slowly. Pre-cum leaks from the tip and she uses it to lubricate her movements.
"I've wanted to touch your cock for so long," she admits, leaning in to lick a stripe up the underside. "Every time I felt it getting hard under me, I wanted to pull it out and suck it."
Her tongue swirls around the head before she takes you into her mouth. You groan as she sucks you deeper, her hand working what doesn't fit.
"Fuck, your mouth feels amazing," you pant, threading your fingers through her hair.
Seulgi hums around your cock, the vibrations making your legs shake. She works you expertly, alternating between deep throat attempts and focusing on the sensitive head.
After a few minutes of this heavenly torture, you have to stop her. "Wait, I don't want to cum yet. I want to save it for your ass."
She releases you after a long suck on the tip. "Mmm, yes please. I want you to cum deep in my ass."
Seulgi rolls over onto her hands and knees, presenting her ass to you once again. "I need your cock in my ass so bad, babe. The lube is on the nightstand."
You grab the bottle and drizzle it generously over her hole and your cock. Using your fingers, you work it into her ass, making sure she's well-prepared.
"Ready?" you ask, lining yourself up with her entrance.
"God yes," she moans. "Fill my ass with that big cock."
You press forward slowly, watching the head of your cock stretch her tight ring of muscle. Seulgi whimpers as you breach her, her hands fisting in the sheets.
"You okay?" you check, pausing to let her adjust.
"Yes, don't stop," she pants. "Keep going. I want all of it."
You continue pushing forward inch by inch, groaning at the incredible tightness of her ass. Seulgi rocks back slightly, helping to work you deeper.
"Fuck, you're so big," she gasps. "My ass feels so full."
Finally, you bottom out, your hips pressed flush against her ass cheeks. You both moan at the sensation of being completely joined.
"How does it feel?" you ask, running your hands over her back.
"Amazing," she breathes. "Better than I ever imagined. Start moving, please. I need you to fuck my ass."
You pull back slowly until just the head remains inside, then push back in at the same pace. Seulgi's ass grips you like a vice, sending waves of pleasure through your body.
"God, your ass is perfect," you groan, establishing a steady rhythm. "So fucking tight around my cock."
"Yes, fuck my ass," she moans. "Use my tight little hole. I've been saving it just for you."
You gradually increase your pace, watching in fascination as her ass swallows your cock over and over. The sight of your shaft disappearing into her stretched hole is hypnotic.
Seulgi reaches between her legs to play with her clit as you fuck her ass. "Harder," she demands. "I can take it. I want you to really fuck me."
You grip her hips tighter and start pounding into her ass with more force. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with both of your moans and gasps.
"Yes, just like that," she cries. "Fuck my ass hard. Make me your anal whore."
Her dirty talk spurs you on and you slam into her even harder, watching her small body jolt with each thrust. Your balls slap against her pussy, adding to the obscene symphony of sounds.
"You like that?" you growl, spanking her ass cheek. "Like having your tight little ass stretched around my cock?"
"God yes," she pants. "I love it. Love feeling you so deep in my ass. Don't stop, please don't stop!"
You can feel her getting close again, her ass clenching rhythmically around your cock as she works her clit faster. The extra tightness is bringing you closer to the edge too.
"Gonna cum soon," you warn, your thrusts becoming more erratic.
"Inside," she begs. "Cum in my ass! Fill me up with your hot load."
The combination of her words and her tight ass proves too much. With a final deep thrust, you explode inside her, painting her walls with rope after rope of cum. The feeling of being filled triggers Seulgi's own orgasm and she screams your name as she cums hard around your cock.
You continue pumping slowly, working both of you through your climaxes until you're completely spent. It's when you collapse forward, careful not to crush her smaller frame. Both of you pant heavily as you come down from your respective highs.
"Stay inside me," she murmurs when you start to pull out. "I want to feel your cum in my ass as long as possible."
You comply, remaining buried in her stretched hole as it continues to pulse around your softening cock.
"Fuck, that's hot," you groan, bringing your face closer to kiss her neck. Her tight hole squeezes you and you can feel your cum starting to leak out around your shaft.
"I can't believe we finally did this," Seulgi says softly, turning her head to look at you with those beautiful eyes that always drive you crazy. "I've wanted you for so long..."
"Really?" you ask, genuinely surprised. "I had no idea. I mean, I've always been attracted to you too but I figured I wasn't your type."
She lets out a little laugh. "Are you kidding? You're exactly my type. I've been fantasizing about you fucking me like this for years." She rolls her hips slightly, making you both moan as your semi-hard cock shifts inside her cum-filled ass.
"Why didn't you ever say anything?" you ask, running your hands up and down her smooth back.
"Same reason as you probably - didn't want to risk ruining our friendship," she admits. "Plus I wasn't sure if you saw me that way. I mean, you were always so shy, never showing any obvious interest, despite your glances at me... It was hard to decipher what you really wanted."
"Well, now you know what I really want. Do you know how many times I've jerked off thinking about that perfect little ass of yours?" You give her ass cheeks a squeeze for emphasis. "Or those cute little tits? Or those fucking gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock?"
Seulgi moans softly at your words, her ass clenching around you again. "Mmm tell me more... What else did you think about doing to me?"
You can feel your dick starting to harden again inside her as you continue: "Fuck, everything. Bending you over every surface in my apartment. Watching you bounce on my cock. Filling all your tight little holes with cum. The way you'd look with my dick stretching out that pretty mouth..."
"God yes," she whimpers, beginning to slowly grind against you. Your cock is definitely getting hard again now, making her gasp as it swells inside her ass. "I used to imagine you just grabbing me one day and taking what you wanted. Pushing me up against a wall and shoving your big cock inside me..."
"Yeah? You wanted me to just use you like a little fucktoy?"
"Yes! Fuck yes," she confesses. "I wanted you to treat me like your personal cumslut. Make me take that fat cock however you wanted..."
Your dick is fully hard again now, throbbing inside her cum-filled ass. You can feel your previous load still leaking out around your shaft as she continues grinding against you.
"Well now we can make up for lost time," you tell Seulgi as you pull out of her slowly, laying on your back on the bed as you pull her on top of you. "I'm going to fuck this tight little ass whenever I want now. Fill you up with load after load of cum..."
"Promise?" she asks breathlessly, grabbing your cock in her hand as she slowly reinserts it into her ass, sitting on top of you. The new angle lets you fully appreciate her perfect petite body - those perky tits, flat stomach, and that incredible ass currently impaled on your shaft.
"Fuck yes I promise. But now I want to see your perfect little body riding my cock..." You grab her hips and thrust up into her, making her cry out in pleasure.
"Oh god! Yes! Let me ride you," Seulgi purrs. She starts rolling her hips experimentally, getting used to the feeling of controlling the penetration. Your previous load of cum makes obscene wet sounds as she moves, some of it leaking out around your cock and dripping onto your balls. The sight of your thick shaft disappearing into her tight little hole is fucking mesmerizing.
"Fuck, you look so hot like this," you groan, gripping her slim hips. Her ass clenches around you at the compliment, making you both moan.
"Yeah? You like watching me bounce on your big cock?" she asks breathlessly, starting to lift herself up and down properly now. The way she moves is absolutely perfect - she clearly knows exactly what she wants and how to get it.
"God yes, love watching this tight little ass take my cock," you tell her, giving her ass cheeks a squeeze. "Such a perfect little slut, riding me like you were made for it..."
Seulgi throws her head back and really starts going for it, bouncing enthusiastically on your dick. Her small tits bounce with the movement and you reach up to pinch her hard nipples, making her cry out in pleasure. The wet sounds of your cum squelching around your shaft get even louder as she picks up speed.
"Fuck! Your cock feels so good in my ass," she pants, grinding down hard against you. "Love feeling it stretch me open... Love having your cum inside me..."
You thrust up to meet her movements, driving your cock deeper into her tight hole. The way she's riding you is absolutely incredible - her ass is still gripping your shaft like a vice even after taking your first load. Every time she drops down, taking you balls deep, she lets out these perfect little whimpers that drive you crazy.
"That's it baby, ride that cock," you encourage her, running your hands up her sides to cup her tits. "Show me how badly you've wanted this..."
"Wanted it so bad," she moans, bouncing faster. "Dreamed about riding your big cock like this... Feeling you stretch my tight little ass..."
Her dirty talk spurs you on and you start thrusting up harder, making her cry out with each deep stroke. The sight of your shaft disappearing into her perfect ass over and over, still slick with your previous load, is absolutely incredible. Some of your cum is leaking out around your cock, running down onto your balls in thick white streams.
"Such a perfect little anal slut," you growl, squeezing her tits roughly. "Taking my cock so well, begging for more... Were you always this much of a cumslut or is it just for me?"
"Just for you," she gasps, grinding down hard. "Never wanted anyone else like this... Never begged for anyone else's cum..."
Her words make your cock throb inside her and you start really pounding up into her tight hole. The way she's moving her hips is absolutely perfect, grinding down to take you as deep as possible before lifting up until just the tip remains inside her. Her ass clenches around you each time she rises up, like she doesn't want to let your cock go.
"Fuck yes, ride that dick," you encourage her, gripping her hips tightly. "Show me how badly you want another load in this tight little ass..."
"Want it so bad," she moans, bouncing frantically now. "Want you to fill me up again... Want even more of your hot cum deep inside me..."
The sight of her riding you like this is absolutely incredible. Her perfect little body bouncing on your cock, her tight ass gripping and milking your shaft, the way your previous load is leaking out around your cock - it's all driving you crazy with lust.
"Gonna fill this tight hole up again," you grunt, squeezing her ass roughly. "Paint your insides white with another huge load..."
"Yes! Please cum in my ass again," she begs, grinding down hard. "Want to feel you pump me full... Want your hot cum deep inside me..."
You can feel your orgasm building as she continues riding you frantically, her tight hole milking your cock perfectly.
"Fuck, I'm close," you warn her, gripping her hips tightly. "Gonna fill this perfect little ass up again..."
"Do it! Cum inside me," she moans, grinding down hard. "Fill me up, mark me as yours..."
A few more bounces and you're there, groaning loudly as you start pumping another huge load deep in her ass. Seulgi cries out and clenches around you, her own orgasm hitting as she feels your hot cum flooding her insides.
"Oh god, yes! I can feel it," she gasps, grinding against you as you continue spurting inside her. "So much cum... Filling me up so good..."
You thrust up a few more times, making sure to deposit every drop of cum as deep as possible in her tight hole. When you're finally spent, she collapses forward onto your chest, her sweat-slick skin sliding against yours, both of you breathing heavily as your softening cock remains buried in her thoroughly fucked and cum-filled ass.
"That was fucking incredible," you pant, running your hands up and down her back.
"Mmm it really was," she agrees, nuzzling against your neck. "Best night ever. We definitely need to do this again. Like, a lot."
"Oh we will," you assure her with a grin. "I meant what I said - I'm going to use this perfect little ass whenever I want now. You’re mine. Officially. No take-backs.”
Her grin softens into something more genuine, and she cups your face, her thumb brushing over your cheek. “So we’re doing this? Like, actually doing this?”
“Hell yes, we are,” you reply without hesitation. “We’ve wasted enough time pretending we didn’t want this. And now that I know how good we are together, you really think I’m letting you go?”
She pulls you into a kiss, slow and deep. “Good. Because I don’t want to go anywhere. I'm stuck with you now.”
“Stuck with me?” you repeat, smirking. “Babe, I'm the one who'll have to deal with your insane ass from now on. If anyone’s ‘stuck,’ it’s me.”
“Oh, please,” she fires back, rolling her eyes. “You love my insane ass.”
“Damn right, I do,” you say, sliding a hand down to squeeze it for emphasis. “And I plan on showing you just how much, every chance I get.”
She laughs, wrapping her arms around your neck. “God, we’re so screwed up. Who the hell starts a relationship like this?”
You shrug, leaning down to kiss her again. “Us, apparently. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The two of you stay tangled up in each other, talking and teasing until the conversation drifts back to the years of near-misses and unspoken feelings. It’s all out in the open now, and for the first time, it feels like everything’s exactly where it’s supposed to be.
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You slowly open your eyes, still groggy from last night's intense activities. The morning sunlight filters through the curtains of Seulgi's bedroom, casting a warm glow across the messy sheets. Your naked body feels pleasantly sore as memories from yesterday flood back - how your petite best friend discovered those edited porn videos you made of her, and instead of getting pissed off, she got turned on. Who would've thought sweet little Seulgi was such a dirty girl?
The bed beside you is empty but still warm. You stretch lazily, enjoying the lingering scent of sex in the air mixed with her perfume. Your morning wood is already throbbing as you replay highlights from last night - Seulgi's tight little ass bouncing on your cock, her moans when you ate her holes, the way she begged for more...
The bedroom door opens and there she is - your best friend in all her sweaty glory. She's wearing a sports bra that shows off her perky tits and skin-tight leggings that hug every curve. Her skin glistens with perspiration, loose strands of hair sticking to her flushed face. Your cock instantly gets even harder.
"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Seulgi chirps, grabbing a towel to wipe her face. "Hope you don't mind, I always do my morning workout. Gotta keep this body tight, you know?" She strikes a playful pose.
"Fuck, you look incredible all sweaty like that," you growl, drinking in her athletic form. The way those leggings cling to her ass should be illegal. "Your body is fucking perfect."
She bites her lip, clearly pleased by the compliment. "Mmm, someone slept well I see," she says, eyeing your obvious erection beneath the sheets. "Still naked under there?"
"Want to come find out for yourself?"
"Actually..." Seulgi's eyes gleam with mischief. "I could use some extra cardio. Work up even more of a sweat..."
You throw back the sheets, exposing your rock-hard cock. "Get that sexy ass over here then."
Seulgi saunters toward the bed, her hips swaying. The musky scent of her post-workout sweat hits your nostrils and makes your mouth water. When she gets close enough, you grab her wrist and pull her down on top of you.
"Mmm, someone's eager," she giggles, grinding against your erection through her leggings.
You bury your face in her neck, inhaling deeply. The salty tang of her sweat mixed with her natural scent is intoxicating. Your tongue darts out to taste her glistening skin, trailing up to her ear.
"Fuck, you taste so good all sweaty," you growl. "I want to lick every inch of you."
Seulgi moans as you suck and nibble at her neck, leaving marks. Your hands roam over her toned body, squeezing her ass through those sinfully tight leggings. You've fantasized about her in workout clothes so many times, and now you finally get to live it out.
Your mouths crash together in a heated kiss. She tastes like mint - must have brushed her teeth before working out. Your tongues battle for dominance as you grind against each other. One hand slides up under her sports bra to pinch a hard nipple.
"These fucking leggings," you groan between kisses. "Do you know how many times I've jerked off thinking about ripping them open and fucking you in them?"
"Show me," she purrs. "Make those dirty fantasies real."
You don't need to be told twice. Gripping the fabric between her legs, you tear a hole right over her pussy and ass. The sound of ripping material fills the room as Seulgi gasps.
"Fuck yes, ruin them," she moans. "I love how fucking nasty you are."
You run your fingers over her exposed holes. Her pussy is already dripping wet, her asshole still slightly gaped from last night's pounding.
"I gotta admit, I'm gonna miss these leggings," Seulgi whines, but her pussy visibly clenches at the dominant display.
"I'll buy you new ones," you reply, tearing the hole wider until it extends from her lower back to her upper thighs. The torn edges frame her holes perfectly. "Now get to work on my cock while I eat this pretty pussy.”
She straddles your face in reverse, giving you a perfect view of her holes as she wraps her lips around your throbbing shaft. You groan at the wet heat enveloping your cock, the vibrations making her moan around you.
You spread her ass cheeks wide, admiring how her holes glisten with arousal. Her pussy is swollen and pink, cream already gathering at her entrance. Her tight asshole clenches invitingly.
"Such a pretty view," you murmur before diving in, dragging your tongue from her clit all the way up to her asshole. She shudders and moans around your cock, taking you deeper.
You alternate between broad licks through her folds and targeted flicks against her clit, gathering her tangy juices on your tongue. Her thighs start trembling as you suck her sensitive nub, her own oral efforts becoming sloppier as pleasure overtakes her.
"Mmmph!" she gags slightly as you thrust up into her throat, your hands gripping her ass to hold her in place. Tears gather in her eyes but she doesn't pull away, relaxing her throat to take you deeper.
You release her clit with a wet pop. "Good girl, taking my cock so deep while I eat this pussy." You punctuate your words by spearing your tongue into her dripping hole, tasting her deepest parts.
Her hips start grinding against your face as you tongue-fuck her, smearing her juices all over your chin. The torn leggings frame the erotic sight perfectly, the ripped edges emphasizing how thoroughly you're debauching her.
You pull back slightly to admire your work - her pussy is even more swollen now, her inner lips puffy and glistening. Her clit stands out prominently, begging for more attention. Above, her asshole clenches rhythmically, practically begging to be played with.
You drag your tongue up to circle her puckered entrance. Seulgi's whole body jerks at the contact, a muffled moan vibrating around your cock.
"Your ass is perfect," you murmur against her skin before diving back in, circling her rim with firm pressure. Her resistance melts away as you continue the rimming, replaced by breathy moans and hip rolls against your face.
You alternate between her holes - tongue-fucking her pussy until she's dripping, then moving up to tease her ass until it's quivering. Her own oral efforts match your intensity, her throat muscles massaging your cock as she deep throats you.
"Such a dirty girl," you growl between licks. "Getting your ass eaten while deepthroating cock... I bet you were planning this when you invited me to watch a fucking horror movie yesterday.”
She pulls off your cock with a gasp. "And it worked so we- Oh fuck, don't stop... feels so good..." She immediately swallows you back down, sucking with renewed vigor.
You focus your attention on her asshole, pointing your tongue to breach the tight ring of muscle. She practically squeals around your cock as you tongue-fuck her ass, her thighs shaking uncontrollably.
Her pussy is dripping steadily now, cream coating your chin and neck. You reach up to gather some on your fingers, using it to lubricate her asshole as you continue eating it. One finger slides in easily alongside your tongue, making her whole body jerk.
"Gonna make you cum just from eating your ass," you promise, working a second finger into her tight hole while your tongue continues circling the rim. Your other hand moves to her clit, rubbing quick circles on the swollen nub.
She's barely sucking your cock anymore, just holding it in her mouth as she pants and moans. Her hips rock desperately between your fingers and tongue, chasing her release.
"That's it baby, ride my face," you encourage, curling your fingers inside her ass while flicking her clit rapidly. "Want to feel you cum all over my chin..."
Her inner muscles start fluttering around your fingers as her orgasm approaches. You double down on your efforts, tongue and fingers working in harmony to push her over the edge.
She pulls off your cock with a cry as she starts cumming, her whole body convulsing. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuck!" Her pussy gushes, coating your chin and neck with cream as her ass clenches rhythmically around your fingers.
You work her through it until she's whimpering from oversensitivity, then slowly withdraw your fingers. Her holes clench around empty air, still quivering from the intense orgasm.
"I-I n-need your cock in my pussy," she pants. "You didn't even fuck it last night because you were so focused on my ass. Time to make up for that."
You give her holes one last long lick before letting her climb off your face. Seulgi turns around and straddles your hips, rubbing her dripping pussy along your shaft.
"Watch how easily your big cock stretches my little hole," she purrs, positioning you at her entrance.
You groan as she sinks down, taking you balls deep in one smooth motion. Her pussy grips you like a vice, so hot and wet around your throbbing member.
"Fuck, you're so tight," you growl, gripping her hips. "Ride that cock, baby. Show me how bad you want it."
Seulgi starts bouncing on your shaft, her perky tits bouncing in the sports bra. Sweat drips down her toned stomach as she works herself on your cock. You reach up to pinch her nipples through the fabric, making her clench around you.
"Your pussy feels amazing," you moan. "So fucking wet for me."
She speeds up her movements, slamming down to take you as deep as possible. Her pussy makes obscene squelching sounds as your cock pistons in and out of her soaking hole.
You thrust up to meet her bounces, making her cry out each time you bottom out. Her pussy cream coats your shaft and balls, making everything deliciously slick. You can feel her inner walls fluttering as she gets close to cumming again.
"Play with your clit," you command. "I want to feel you cum all over my cock."
Seulgi reaches down to rub her swollen nub while continuing to ride you. Her movements become more erratic as pleasure builds. You grab her ass cheeks, spreading them wide and teasing her rim with your thumb.
"Fuck! I'm gonna cum on your cock!" she screams. Her pussy clamps down on your shaft as her orgasm hits. You keep thrusting through her climax, prolonging the waves of pleasure.
When her spasms subside, you pull out of her drenched hole. Your cock is coated in her cream, making it perfect for what comes next.
"Get on your hands and knees," you growl. "Time to stuff that tight little ass again."
Seulgi quickly assumes the position, arching her back to present her ass, the torn leggings frame her still-twitching holes perfectly. Her pussy is still pulsing from her orgasm, cream dripping down her thighs. Her asshole winks invitingly, already loosened from your fingers and last night's fucking.
You kneel behind her and rub your slick cock between her cheeks, teasing both holes. "You want my cock in your ass, don't you? Such a dirty girl, getting off on having both holes used."
"Please," she moans, pushing back against you. "Fuck my ass! I need it so bad!"
You press your cockhead against her tight rim, watching it slowly stretch around you. Despite being fucked there just hours ago, she's still deliciously tight. You grab her hips and steadily push forward until you're balls deep in her ass.
"Fuck yes," Seulgi pants. "Your cock feels so good stretching my ass!"
You start with slow, deep strokes, watching your shaft disappear into her hungry hole. Her ass grips you perfectly, sending waves of pleasure up your spine. You reach around to rub her clit, making her moan louder.
"Such a good little anal slut," you growl, speeding up your thrusts. "Taking my cock so deep in your ass while I play with your pussy."
Seulgi pushes back to meet each thrust, clearly loving the double stimulation. Her pussy drips steadily as you pound her ass, adding to the lewd sounds filling the room. You give her ass a hard smack, watching it jiggle.
"Harder!" she begs. "Wreck my fucking ass!"
You grab her hips tight and really start hammering into her. Your balls slap against her pussy with each thrust as you drill her asshole. Sweat drips down your chest, mixing with hers where your bodies meet.
The sight of your cock stretching her tight rim combined with her wanton moans has you getting close. You increase the pressure on her clit, wanting her to cum again before you finish.
"Gonna cum again," Seulgi gasps. "Keep fucking my ass just like that!"
Her whole body shakes as another orgasm rips through her. You feel her asshole spasm around your cock as she screams in pleasure.
“Fuck, I'm almost there,” you moan. “This time I'm gonna cover your little body with my cum.”
You pump into her stretched asshole a few more times, savoring the tight grip before withdrawing with a wet pop. Her gaping hole clenches around empty air as she quickly flips onto her back, her abs glistening with fresh workout sweat. The torn leggings frame her lower half perfectly, her pussy still dripping from her previous orgasms.
"Fuck, look at you," you growl, furiously stroking your cock as you kneel between her spread legs. Your shaft is slick with her ass juices, making obscene squelching sounds as you jerk it. "So fucking hot all sweaty and messy for me..."
Seulgi runs her hands over her damp skin, pinching her hard nipples through her sports bra. "Come on baby, mark me up. Want to feel your hot load all over my abs..."
Your cock throbs harder at her words. She looks like a fucking goddess lying there, skin golden and gleaming with perspiration, hair messy from getting railed, lips swollen from sucking your cock. The contrast of her still being partially clothed in her workout gear while being completely debauched is driving you wild.
"Play with yourself," you command, stroking faster. "Want to watch you rub that clit while I cover you in cum..."
She immediately slides a hand between her legs, fingers circling her swollen clit. Her other hand pushes her sports bra up to fully expose her perky tits, rolling a nipple between her fingers.
"Please," she whimpers, hips bucking as she pleasures herself. "Need your cum so bad... want you to paint me with it..."
You can feel your orgasm building, pressure mounting in your balls. Your cock is angry red and leaking precum steadily. Seulgi notices and licks her lips.
"Are you gonna cum for me baby?" she purrs, spreading her legs wider. "Want to feel it hot and thick all over my sweaty body... want you to mark your territory..."
"Fuck... gonna cum so hard for you..." you grunt, your hand a blur on your shaft. The wet sounds of her fingering herself mixed with your jerking is obscene.
"Do it," she demands, her fingers moving faster on her clit. "Fucking cover me... want to feel it splashing on my skin..."
Your orgasm hits like a freight train. The first rope of cum shoots out with incredible force, landing in a thick stripe from her collarbone down between her tits. The second and third spurts paint her ribs and abs, hot white streaks stark against her shiny skin.
"Yes! More!" she cries out, her own orgasm hitting as she watches you mark her. "Cover me!"
You continue cumming, decorating her sweaty stomach with rope after rope of thick seed. Some lands on the torn edges of her leggings, soaking into the fabric. The final few spurts dribble onto her lower abs, mixing with the sweat pooled in the grooves of her muscles.
When you're finally spent, you sit back to admire your work. Seulgi looks absolutely debauched - covered in sweat, cum, and pussy juice, workout clothes torn and disheveled, hair a mess. Your cum is already starting to run down the sides of her torso in rivulets, mixing with her sweat.
She runs her fingers through the mess on her stomach, spreading it around like lotion. The sight of her rubbing your seed into her sweaty skin makes your spent cock twitch weakly.
"Mmm, so much cum," she purrs, gathering some on her fingers and bringing them to her mouth. She maintains eye contact as she sucks them clean, moaning at the taste. "Love how it mixes with my sweat... makes me feel so dirty..."
She continues playing with the cum on her body, alternating between spreading it around and tasting it off her fingers. Some has dripped down to her pussy, mixing with her own juices.
"Fuck, that's hot," you groan, watching her enjoy your mess. She gathers more cum on her fingers and offers them to you. You eagerly suck them clean, tasting the salty mixture of your cum and her sweat.
"Love marking you up like this," you say as she continues rubbing the cooling cum into her skin. "Looking all sweaty and used, covered in my load..."
"Mmm, me too," she sighs contentedly. "Want you to do this every time I come back from working out... mark your territory all over my sweaty body..."
The combination of the visual, her dirty talk, and the various fluids coating her skin makes your cock start to harden again despite having just cum. Seulgi notices and laughs.
"Already getting hard again? Such a horny boy..." she teases, running a cum-covered finger down your shaft. "Save that energy for the next workout... want you nice and pent up so you can cover me in an even bigger load..."
You spend the next few minutes trading lazy kisses and caresses, enjoying the afterglow. Seulgi's skin is still flushed and glowing with sweat. Her sports bra is stained with your cum, marking her as yours.
"I should probably actually shower now," she says eventually. "Want to join me? I could use help getting clean... or maybe getting dirty again."
"Lead the way," you smirk, admiring her ass as she heads to the bathroom.
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After the shower, you throw on some clothes and head to the kitchen. While Seulgi makes coffee, you raid her fridge for breakfast ingredients. The domestic scene feels surprisingly natural after the intensity of your sexual encounters.
"I still can't believe this all started because you caught me making porn edits of you," you say, cracking eggs into a pan.
She laughs. "I mean, I was shocked at first. But then I watched them and... fuck, they were hot. Made me realize how much I wanted you."
"Could have saved us both a lot of sexual frustration if we'd admitted it sooner."
"True. But making up for lost time has been pretty fun," she winks. "Plus now I have a personal trainer who really knows how to motivate me."
Breakfast becomes less about eating and more about stolen touches. Her fingers graze yours when you pass her a plate, and your knees bump under the table like it’s on purpose. Each bite of food comes with a side of heated glances that linger too long. The energy between you is still electric, even after having sex twice just this morning, alive with the kind of hunger that never truly fades.
Seulgi reaches across the table, her thumb brushing a crumb from your lip. Her touch lingers, her gaze heavy with desire. "We’re really bad at pretending this isn’t gonna happen again in about five minutes, huh?"
Soloist IU (Lee Jieun) Ft. Kang Seulgi x Male reader
20k words
AN: Later than usual, sorry I had a headache the entire day today, this one is roughly edited sorry, but I still got this out woohoo. Love you guys, one day left... 💖💖
Jieun had always felt like her life was carefully mapped out, each step following a script written for her by others. As one of the nation’s most beloved soloists, adored for her pure and innocent image, she was the embodiment of grace and poise on stage and in the public eye. But behind the polished smiles and carefully chosen words, she sometimes felt constrained—like she was living in a glass box, admired but not fully free. That was until a few years ago, when she met you.
Your lively personality and unapologetic zest for life awakened something in her. You encouraged her to step outside the lines and embrace the messy, unpredictable beauty of living. Slowly, Jieun began to let go of the perfection she’d always strived for, finding joy in spontaneity. Yet, even as she embraced this new side of herself, she held onto the things that kept her grounded: late-night talks with you where she felt safe to share her deepest thoughts, quiet moments where she could just be Jieun—not the idol, not the “nation’s little sister,” but simply herself.
Beneath the city’s vibrant glow, where skyscrapers kissed the heavens and neon lights flickered like electric veins pulsing through the night, you and Jieun thrived. The rhythm of the city mirrored your love—dynamic, electric, and alive with possibility. Every glance exchanged felt like a spark igniting a wildfire, and every touch carried a magnetism that transformed the mundane into magic. Together, you created your own world, one that was equal parts adventure and intimacy.
Weekends became your playground for discovery. The city, vast and brimming with hidden treasures, turned into a labyrinth of adventure for you both. From wandering dimly lit alleys to finding secret rooftop bars where you could escape the world, every moment felt like an escape from the spotlight that followed her. Lazy mornings often gave way to spontaneous bike rides along the waterfront, the scent of saltwater mingling with the aroma of street food from nearby vendors. Evenings carried their own kind of thrill—dance lessons that left you tangled in laughter, or sipping whimsical cocktails under a canopy of stars, the city below fading into a comforting blur.
On one such afternoon, golden sunlight streamed through the windows, wrapping the living room in a cozy warmth. Jieun sat cross-legged on the couch, engrossed in a book, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of her sweater. The peaceful quiet between you was comforting, but your attention kept drifting from the book in your hands to her, captivated by the way her hair glowed in the light or the subtle curve of her lips when she smiled at a passage.
Eventually, she looked up, catching your gaze. Her lips curled into a teasing smile. “You’ve been staring at me for a while now,” she said softly, closing her book. “Is there something you want to say?”
You chuckled, leaning back into the cushions. “Just admiring you.”
She laughed, a soft, musical sound. “You’re sweet,” she murmured, though her tone carried a playful edge. For a moment, her expression softened, but then a sly glint flickered in her eyes. She stood, brushing her hands down her sweater as if bracing herself, before moving to the nearby shelf. After rummaging briefly, she turned back toward you with something hidden behind her back, her cheeks slightly pink.
“What’s that?” you asked, curiosity piqued as she approached with a playful bounce in her step.
She pulled her hands forward, revealing a sleek, lacy garment that dangled lightly from her fingers. Your eyebrows lifted in surprise as the soft material glinted faintly in the sunlight, but what caught your eye even more was the small, discreet remote next to it. “I got these a while ago,” she began, her voice steady but carrying a hint of shyness. “I thought they might be fun. For us.”
It took a second for you to fully register what she was holding, and when you did, your grin widened. “Wow. You’ve been holding out on me.”
She rolled her eyes, though her blush deepened. “I wasn’t sure if it was… too much,” she admitted, glancing down at the garment briefly before meeting your eyes again. “But I figured if anyone would enjoy this with me, it’d be you.”
You reached out, letting your fingers graze the fabric. It was impossibly soft, and the hint of what it could do made your heart race. “I’d say you know me pretty well,” you said, your voice low.
Her lips curved into a smile, her confidence building as she noticed your reaction. “I wouldn’t have brought it up if I didn’t,” she said, her tone warming. “I thought it might make the day a little more… interesting.”
“Interesting is one way to put it,” you replied, your grin widening as your gaze flicked to the remote in her other hand. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
She smirked, leaning in slightly. “I was born ready.”
You laughed, watching as she turned and sauntered toward the bedroom. “Give me a minute,” she called over her shoulder, her tone light and teasing.
While Jieun disappeared into the other room, you let your mind wander, the anticipation building with every passing second. You could hear faint rustling as she moved around, and the idea of what was to come sent a thrill through you. The little remote rested in your palm, its smooth design deceptively innocent. When she finally returned, she stood in the doorway, her cheeks tinged pink but her expression playful. Her skirt fell naturally into place, and she smoothed it over her hips, her movements casual yet deliberate.
“Well?” she asked, stepping closer, her tone light but with a hint of shyness. “What do you think?”
“Beautiful,” you murmured, letting your gaze linger on her. There was something about her mix of confidence and vulnerability that made her all the more captivating. Reaching out, you pulled her gently toward you until she was standing between your knees, your hands resting lightly on her hips.
She tilted her head, her smirk returning as her shyness melted away. “Even like this?” she teased, lifting her skirt just enough to give you a glimpse. The delicate lace clung perfectly, and you couldn’t help but grin.
“Especially like this,” you replied, your voice dropping slightly as your hands slid along her thighs. Then, unable to resist, you leaned forward and gave her a light, teasing spank. The soft smack made her yelp in surprise before she broke into laughter, her hand playfully swatting at your shoulder.
“You’re impossible,” she said, shaking her head though her smile lingered. Adjusting her skirt again with exaggerated composure, she added, “I hope you know this isn’t just about you. I’m supposed to enjoy this too.”
“Oh, trust me,” you said, holding up the remote with a mischievous grin. “I fully intend to make this enjoyable. For both of us.”
Her eyes flicked to the remote, and she raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smile. “Just… don’t go crazy, okay?” she said, her tone a mix of playful and serious. “I’d like to actually get through the day without falling apart.”
You leaned in, brushing a quick kiss to her forehead before grinning mischievously. “No promises.”
She let out a huff, half-laughing as she leaned into you. “You’re trouble,” she murmured, her hands resting on your shoulders.
“And you love it,” you replied, wrapping an arm around her waist as you stood, pulling her closer.
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With the impromptu game set, you and Jieun ventured into the city’s renowned aquarium. The grand entrance glimmered under the soft evening light, its glass panels reflecting hues of pink and gold from the setting sun. Inside, the world transformed into an ethereal underwater dreamscape. The soft blue glow from the massive tanks bathed everything in a tranquil light, the murmur of water and faint sound of bubbles creating an intimate, almost otherworldly ambiance.
Jieun’s excitement was infectious, lighting up the dimly lit halls of the aquarium. Her steps were quick and light, her body practically vibrating with energy. Her delicate fingers brushed the cool glass of the tanks as she leaned in close, her breath fogging the surface slightly. Her eyes, wide with wonder, tracked vibrant coral reefs and schools of neon fish darting through the water like streaks of living paint. She let out a soft gasp of delight as a jellyfish floated by, its translucent form undulating gracefully under the soft tank lights.
“Look at this one,” she said, her voice tinged with awe as she pointed at a tiny, vibrant seahorse gripping a piece of coral. Her lips curved into a smile that lit up her face, her laughter like the tinkling of wind chimes as she moved from tank to tank, her hair swaying gently with each turn of her head.
At a tank displaying sleek, undulating eels, Jieun leaned closer, her nose almost touching the glass. The bluish light cast a soft glow over her features, accentuating the delicate curve of her jaw and the soft pink of her cheeks. You couldn’t help but admire the pure joy radiating from her as she watched the creatures glide effortlessly through the water.
You leaned close to her ear, your breath warm against her skin. “Hey, Jieun,” you whispered conspiratorially, “Did you know some eels can electrocute you, even without touching?”
She straightened, her brows knitting in skepticism as she turned to you, her lips parting slightly in question. “That can’t be—”
Before she could finish, you pressed the remote discreetly in your pocket. A soft hum filled the air, unnoticed by anyone but her. Her body stiffened almost imperceptibly, her fingers tightening on the edge of the tank as her breath hitched. A gasp, soft and sharp, escaped her lips, her expression shifting into something between surprise and restrained pleasure.
Her wide eyes snapped to you, a deep pink flush blooming across her cheeks and spreading down her neck. The faint glow from the tank made the color even more vivid, contrasting with the cool light surrounding her. “Honey!” she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper but trembling with emotion. Her free hand instinctively flew to your arm, gripping it for support as her knees threatened to wobble.
Her gaze darted around nervously, checking if anyone nearby had noticed. Thankfully, the dim aquarium lighting and the scattered visitors provided just enough cover for her to attempt to compose herself. “You didn’t!” she whispered, her tone a mix of disbelief and something unspoken that made her voice falter slightly.
“Oh, I did,” you replied with an innocent grin, your eyes twinkling with mischief as you took in the slight tremor in her stance and the way her lips parted as her breath quickened. Her body shifted subtly, her thighs pressing together in a fruitless attempt to temper the sensations coursing through her.
Her glare lacked bite, her lips twitching as though she were suppressing a smile. “You’re impossible,” she said, her voice laced with frustration but softened by a tinge of amusement. She nudged your arm weakly, her movements betraying her distraction as another soft gasp escaped her lips.
“Impossible?” you teased, leaning closer so your voice was only for her. “I’d say I’m creative.”
Jieun bit her lip, her eyes narrowing as she tried to shoot you a reprimanding look, but the way her body shivered, her hand gripping your arm tighter, betrayed the effect you were having on her. “If we get caught,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she fought to keep it steady, “I swear I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” you interrupted, your grin widening as you watched her cheeks grow impossibly redder.
She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head slightly as she glanced back at the tank, her reflection in the glass showing her flushed face and glistening eyes. “I’ll think of something,” she murmured, her voice low and edged with playful defiance.
Her eyes narrowed, but the playful gleam in them betrayed her. Even as she straightened and tried to focus on the tank, her posture remained tense, her body alive with the anticipation of your next move.
You waited, letting the vibrations continue just long enough to see her fingers grip the edge of the tank a little tighter, her breaths coming faster. Her hips shifted almost imperceptibly as she fought to steady herself. Just when you could tell she was teetering on the edge, her lips parting in a soft gasp, you turned the vibrations off.
Her eyes shot to yours, wide with a mixture of relief and frustration. She opened her mouth to say something, but the words didn’t come. Instead, she bit her lip, her cheeks burning as she gave you a look that promised retribution.
The magical ambiance of the aquarium heightened every sensation. As you moved from exhibit to exhibit, the low lighting, soft hum of water, and distant murmurs of other visitors created an intimate atmosphere that made the teasing all the more thrilling. Near the penguin enclosure, as she watched the adorable creatures waddle and dive, you flicked the remote again. The gentle vibration coursed through her, causing her to stifle a giggle and clutch your arm for support. She leaned into you, her breath coming faster, and whispered, “I swear, if you don’t stop…”
But you could tell she didn’t mean it. The way she bit her lip, her cheeks rosy and her eyes darting nervously around the room, spoke volumes. Her whispered threats of payback only spurred you on. You waited until she was engrossed again, then turned the vibrations up, her knees slightly buckling as she gripped your arm tightly.
“Honey…!” she whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. This time, her body trembled slightly as the sensations built. You could feel her grip tightening on you, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. Just as her lips parted and her eyes fluttered closed, you turned it off again.
Her sharp intake of breath told you everything. “I hate you,” she hissed, her voice low and shaky as she tried to regain her composure. But the look in her eyes betrayed her—she didn’t hate it at all.
The grand glass tunnel beneath the shark tank offered the perfect backdrop for the next round. The sharks glided silently overhead, their massive forms cutting through the water with serene power. Rays and smaller fish swirled around them, creating a mesmerizing display. Jieun stood in quiet awe, her face tilted up to watch the majestic creatures.
You saw your opportunity. Turning the vibrations up slightly, you watched as her breath hitched. She clutched the railing, her fingers whitening as she tried to steady herself. A soft moan escaped her before she quickly covered her mouth, her wide eyes darting to yours in a mix of panic and thrill.
“You’re… impossible,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she leaned closer to you, seeking support while the vibrations coursed through her body.
You leaned down, your breath warm against her ear. “I’m counting on you to keep it together,” you murmured, your voice low and teasing. She shivered at your words, her body pressing into yours as the tension mounted.
This time, you kept the vibrations steady, letting them build as her body tensed against you. Her breathing grew faster, her hips shifting subtly as her grip on the railing tightened. You could feel her pressing closer to you, her soft, breathy moans muffled as she buried her face in your arm.
“Almost there…” you whispered, the vibrations intensifying slightly. Her head tilted back, her lips parting as her eyes fluttered shut. Just as she reached the peak, her entire body trembling, you turned it off.
Her eyes snapped open, and the frustration on her face was palpable. “Babe!” she hissed, her voice low and desperate. But there was no hiding the way her body trembled, her thighs pressing together as she struggled to compose herself. “You’re the worst.”
“Am I?” you replied with a sly grin, brushing her hair from her flushed face. “You seem to be having fun.”
As the day went on, Jieun’s neediness became more apparent. Her fingers would linger on your arm, her steps closer, her voice softer and tinged with a breathless edge. She whispered pleas between exhibits, her tone wavering as she begged for relief. But you kept her on the edge, turning the vibrations on and off just as she reached the brink, her soft whimpers and frustrated glances fueling your mischievous delight.
By the time you reached the dolphin show, Jieun’s restraint was hanging by a fragile thread. Her flushed cheeks and slightly unsteady steps betrayed just how much you had pushed her to the edge. Every teasing pulse left her trembling, her breath shallow, her glassy eyes flickering between the vibrant display of dolphins and the knowing smirk on your face. The public setting only heightened the stakes, her need battling against her desperate resolve to remain composed.
You had chosen a discreet spot in the far corner of the audience, away from the densest part of the crowd. The dim lighting and the vantage point gave you just enough cover while still leaving the thrill of being in public fully intact. The murmur of excited conversations and the occasional splash of water set the scene as the dolphins began their acrobatics, their synchronized movements drawing cheers and applause from the crowd.
Jieun’s posture was rigid, her thighs pressed tightly together as she clung to your arm. The vibrations had been off for just long enough to let her think she might have a moment to regain control, her body settling into a tentative calm. But you weren’t about to let her settle.
With a subtle flick of your thumb, you activated the remote in your pocket. The sudden pulse coursed through her body like a shockwave. She stiffened immediately, her nails biting into your arm as her breath hitched audibly. Her wide eyes darted to yours, a mix of shock and desperation flashing in their depths.
“Please…” she whispered, her voice trembling, her cheeks flushing even deeper as her thighs pressed closer together. You could feel her quivering against you, her grip tightening as she tried to compose herself.
Leaning in, you murmured against her ear, “Careful. We wouldn’t want anyone to notice, would we?” Your tone was low and teasing, the warmth of your breath against her skin making her shudder.
Her lips parted slightly, as if to protest, but no words came—only a soft, shaky exhale that hung in the air. Her body, always so poised and composed, betrayed her now. Her shoulders tensed as the vibrations teased her relentlessly, and her breaths grew shallow, each one hitching faintly as her chest rose and fell in uneven rhythm. The delicate flush on her cheeks deepened, spreading down her neck, and the faintest tremor ran through her legs, which shifted subtly as if trying to relieve the growing tension.
Her fingers dug into your arm, her knuckles whitening as she tried to steady herself. The corners of her lips quivered, caught somewhere between a plea and a suppressed moan, her composure unraveling thread by thread. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lashes casting soft shadows on her pink-tinged cheeks as her head tilted back slightly. The glow of the aquarium’s lights shimmered on her skin, illuminating the faint sheen of sweat beginning to form on her forehead and along her collarbone.
You waited, savoring the sight of her squirming under the pressure, her body writhing ever so slightly as the vibrations worked their way through her. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, the motion betraying just how impossible her growing need was to ignore.
Then, just as her grip on your arm tightened to the point of desperation and a soft, choked gasp escaped her lips, you clicked the remote and turned the vibrations off.
The effect was immediate and visceral. Her eyes snapped open, wide and filled with disbelief as the absence of sensation left her teetering on the edge, unfulfilled. Frustration flickered across her face, her brows furrowing as she bit her lower lip hard enough to leave a faint mark, her breaths coming fast and ragged. She tried to regain her composure, but the trembling in her hands and the damp glow on her skin gave her away completely.
The show continued, the dolphins leaping gracefully through the air, but Jieun’s focus was entirely on you now. She shot you a pleading glance, her lips trembling as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. You let her stew for a moment, savoring the anticipation that radiated from her in waves.
Then, as the dolphins reached the peak of their routine, the crowd erupting into cheers, you cranked the vibrations to their highest setting.
Jieun’s entire body arched as the overwhelming sensation took hold, her back curving like a drawn bow. Her nails dug into your arm and thigh, leaving faint crescent moons in your skin as her thighs clamped tightly together, trapping the device against her sensitive center. A muffled scream escaped her lips, raw and desperate, as she buried her face into your shoulder, her cries muted by your presence. Her entire frame trembled violently, each shudder a testament to the waves of pleasure crashing over her, unrelenting and all-consuming.
Her voice broke through in a desperate whisper, trembling and raw. “I—I’m so close,” she gasped, the words barely audible, muffled against your shoulder but heavy with the weight of her release. Her entire body tensed in anticipation, her thighs shaking as the sensation built into a crescendo she couldn’t hold back.
The rhythmic pulsing of her release was unmistakable, her body quaking with each contraction as her slickness soaked through the fabric. You slid your hand down, your fingers expertly finding their way between her trembling thighs. Pressing firmly against her lips through the damp lace, you began to move in slow, deliberate circles, the texture of the soaked fabric adding a tantalizing friction.
Her muffled cries deepened, each one breaking into a fractured gasp as her body surged toward the edge. “Oh fuck! I'm cumming…” she squeeled into your neck, her voice muffled but trembling with raw need. The added pressure of your fingers—so precise, so intentional—was too much for her to withstand. Her body stiffened sharply, her thighs tightening around your hand as her release finally broke free in an electrifying wave.
Her cries grew louder, though still stifled against your shoulder, perfectly masked by the thunderous applause of the crowd in the background. “Oh—oh my God!” she cried out, her voice breaking as her hips bucked slightly against your touch, every movement a mix of surrender and uncontrollable need. The heat radiating from her core was undeniable, her arousal coating your fingertips through the soaked fabric, a slickness that only heightened the intensity of the moment.
You kept your fingers moving in slow, teasing strokes, prolonging her high as her body quaked with aftershocks. Her head pressed deeper into your neck, her damp breath hot against your skin. Each ragged exhale mingled with the faint scent of her release, intoxicating and intimate. Her trembling legs struggled to hold her weight as she clung to you for support, her grip unyielding as she rode out every last ripple of pleasure.
When her trembling began to subside, you slowly withdrew your hand, feeling her thighs relax just enough to let you pull away. Her body sagged against yours, utterly spent, her flushed face damp with perspiration. The faint scent of her arousal lingered in the air, mingling with the aquatic freshness of the aquarium. It was intoxicating, an intimate mix of her release and the soft, saline tang of the water, creating a unique blend that made the moment feel even more charged.
You lifted your hand slightly, showing her the glistening sheen that coated your fingers. The dim blue light from the tanks reflected off the slickness, catching her attention immediately.
Her cheeks deepened to a fiery red as her wide eyes locked onto your hand. “What are you…” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of mortification and fascination, her gaze unable to look away.
Without breaking eye contact, you smirked and reached out, brushing your slick fingers along the curve of her neck. The sticky warmth left a faint, glistening trail on her soft skin. The subtle scent of her arousal, so potent and personal, seemed to intensify as it mingled with her perfume and the humid air of the aquarium. Leaning in, your lips hovered just above the mark you’d made. “Look at you,” you murmured softly, your voice a low tease filled with admiration. “So beautiful like this.”
You began placing deliberate kisses along the line you had left, your lips and tongue tracing the faint stickiness as you marked her further. Her taste lingered faintly, salty and sweet, an intimate reminder of her vulnerability. Her head tilted instinctively, granting you access as you latched onto the soft skin at her collarbone. You started sucking gently, savoring the way her body responded, before increasing the intensity to leave a deeper mark. The scrape of your teeth against her skin elicited a soft whimper, her voice muffled as her hands clung tightly to your shirt, desperate to steady herself against the overwhelming sensations.
The warmth of your breath against her neck, coupled with the dampness from your kisses, sent fresh shivers through her. Her gasps grew more pronounced, each one trembling as you continued to leave small, purposeful marks, your teeth grazing her sensitive skin. The combination of your mouth on her and the scent of her release still faint in the air heightened her arousal once more.
Pulling back slightly, you met her gaze. Her eyes were glazed with satisfaction, her lips parted as she tried to steady her breathing. The flush of her cheeks spread to her neck, a beautiful testament to the intensity of the moment.
“You’re the worst,” she whispered shakily, though the way her fingers tightened their grip on your shirt told a different story. The words were barely audible, her voice a mix of bashfulness and lingering delight.
“Am I?” you teased, brushing your thumb lightly over one of the marks you’d left. “You didn’t seem to mind earlier.”
Her lips parted, as if to respond, but no words came. Instead, her gaze dropped for a moment, her cheeks flushing deeper. Her fingers gripped your shirt tightly, and when her eyes lifted to meet yours again, they were filled with an unspoken acknowledgment. The way her body pressed subtly closer, her breath hitching slightly, was all the confirmation you needed. She wanted to protest—but she knew you were right.
Your smirk softened as you lowered your head to place one last lingering kiss on her neck, letting your lips trail over the faint heat of her flushed skin. Her body shivered under your touch, a quiet gasp escaping her as she leaned into you, her silent agreement speaking volumes. When you finally pulled back, her eyes remained fixed on yours, a mixture of embarrassment, desire, and reluctant surrender shimmering in their depths.
The applause marking the end of the show broke through the moment, drawing both of you back into your surroundings. You stood, reaching out to help her to her feet. Her legs wobbled slightly, the remnants of her release still evident in her trembling. She leaned into you, her fingers lacing tightly with yours as she rested her head briefly against your shoulder.
Guiding her out into the glowing serenity of the aquarium, you felt the quiet buzz of her lingering arousal. Though she remained silent, her hand squeezed yours firmly, her flushed cheeks and the slight curve of her lips betraying just how much she’d enjoyed every moment.
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After that exhilarating time at the aquarium, the sexual tension between you and Jieun only seemed to grow as you entered the cozy, dimly lit restaurant for your dinner reservation. The intimate space was filled with the soft clinking of glasses and hushed conversations, creating a warm and romantic atmosphere that wrapped around you both like a shared secret.
You pulled out a chair for her, and she sat down gracefully, though the restless shifting in her movements betrayed the simmering anticipation from earlier. The low lighting cast a warm glow on her flushed cheeks, the remnants of your teasing evident in the slight tremor of her hands as she adjusted her skirt. Once the waiter approached, you discreetly activated the vibrator with a small press of the remote, watching as Jieun stifled a gasp, her body jerking slightly in her seat as she struggled to keep her composure.
“I’ll have the carbonara, p-please,” she managed, her voice catching slightly as her hand gripped the edge of the table. She shot you a look—half playful mischief, half veiled threat—as her cheeks burned with a deeper blush.
“And I’ll have the ribeye, medium please, thank you,” you said to the waiter, your tone steady as if nothing were amiss. You handed over the menus, feeling Jieun’s heated gaze on you.
Once the waiter stepped away, she leaned forward slightly, her voice low and laced with mock frustration. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
Feigning innocence, you leaned back, sipping your water as you smirked. “Me? I’m just here to enjoy a nice dinner with my beautiful girlfriend.”
Her eyes narrowed, but a sly smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “If this is dinner, I’m scared to see what dessert is like,” she murmured, her tone teasing despite the tremor in her voice.
The appetizers arrived shortly after—a colorful spread of bruschetta, stuffed mushrooms, and crispy calamari. Unable to resist pushing her further, you pressed the button three times, setting the vibrations to their maximum intensity. Jieun froze mid-reach for a piece of bruschetta, her eyes widening as the sudden jolt surged through her body.
Her breath hitched audibly, and a barely contained whimper escaped her lips. She immediately crossed her legs tightly, her muscles tensing as she fought to keep herself from reacting. “Oh god,” she whispered sharply, her voice trembling, though the flicker of excitement in her eyes betrayed her.
“What’s wrong, babe?” you asked casually, your smirk widening as you took a bite of bruschetta. “You look… tense.”
Her body shifted subtly, her thighs pressing together as the vibrations continued to pulse relentlessly. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the small, breathy moans that threatened to escape. “You’re… impossible,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper as her cheeks deepened to a scarlet hue. Her eyes darted nervously around the room, scanning for any sign that someone might notice her squirming.
Each movement only seemed to intensify the sensations coursing through her, the damp heat between her legs growing as her body became more sensitive. The risk of being discovered sent a thrilling shiver through her, heightening the tension. Every pulse of the vibrator seemed to echo in her mind, weaving into the restaurant’s ambiance of soft clinking silverware and low murmurs. The rich aroma of garlic and basil mingled with her heightened awareness, making everything feel overwhelming.
Her breaths became shallow, her body trembling as she leaned forward, gripping her utensils like a lifeline. She brought a bite of bruschetta to her lips, her teeth sinking into the crispy bread as a soft, involuntary moan escaped her, barely audible beneath the hum of conversation around you.
“B-babe,” she whispered, her voice breaking slightly as she leaned closer to you. “You’re going to regret this.”
“Is that so?” you murmured, your voice teasingly low as your fingers tapped the remote again, adjusting the rhythm. Her body jolted, a quiet whimper slipping out as she squeezed her thighs together, her legs trembling under the table.
By the time the main course arrived, Jieun’s composure was fraying. Her carbonara sat untouched for a moment as she squirmed in her seat, her breaths coming in soft, uneven gasps. Every flick of the switch sent new waves of pleasure rippling through her, her mind spinning with the relentless teasing. The tablecloth concealed her trembling legs, but the way her fingers clutched the edge of the table betrayed how close she was to unraveling.
When the waiter returned to pour your wine, you pressed the button one final time, holding it steady at the highest setting. Jieun’s eyes widened as the relentless vibrations surged through her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her body arched slightly, her lips parting in a choked gasp. She gripped the table with one hand, her other reaching for your arm under the table, her nails digging into your skin as her body shuddered.
“Babe,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with desperation. Her flushed face turned toward you, her glassy eyes meeting yours as her lips quivered. “P-please…”
You leaned closer, your voice low and teasing. “Please what, Jieun?” you whispered, your words brushing against her ear. The subtle warmth of your breath sent another shiver racing through her body, her grip on your arm tightening as if anchoring herself against the rising tide within her.
Her breaths were shallow and rapid, her body trembling as she clutched your arm tightly. The tension that had been building throughout the evening left her teetering on the brink, her thighs pressing together instinctively as if to find relief. Her lips parted slightly, a desperate moan threatening to slip free, but she caught herself, biting down on her lower lip to suppress the sound.
The relentless vibrations pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Her eyes fluttered closed as her body tensed, her breaths coming in soft gasps. You could feel it—see it—how close she was. Her thighs quivered, her hands gripping the table as the heat pooling between her legs became unbearable.
And just when you knew she was milliseconds away, you pressed the button and turned the vibrations off.
Her body jolted slightly at the sudden stillness, her eyes snapping open in wide, glassy disbelief. Her head whipped toward you, and for a moment, her parted lips and flushed cheeks told you she was at a loss for words. “No! fuck” she stammered, her voice hushed and trembling. The abrupt denial of release left her gasping, her chest heaving as her body fought to process the loss.
Her frustration spilled over, visible in the trembling of her hands and the way her thighs clenched reflexively under the table. “Please…” she whispered again, her voice a mix of pleading and incredulous annoyance. Her lips trembled as she bit down on her lower lip, squirming slightly in her seat in a futile attempt to steady herself. The flush on her cheeks deepened, spreading to her neck as she fidgeted, her body betraying how close she had been.
You leaned in casually, brushing your hand across hers on the table. “Not yet,” you murmured, your voice calm and teasing. The soft touch of your fingers sent another wave of heat through her, and her breath hitched audibly, her thighs squeezing together instinctively.
Her chest rose and fell as she exhaled shakily, her frustration now a simmering mix of desire and playful defiance. “I swear to god…” she whispered, her voice unsteady, a blend of pleading and unspoken challenge. Her narrowed gaze locked with yours, the flicker of frustration in her glassy eyes overshadowed by determination and the faintest hint of mischief. “You’re definitely paying for that later,” she added, her voice low and breathless as her lips curved into a sly smile.
You chuckled softly, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as your own smirk widened. “I’m looking forward to it,” you replied, your voice as confident as ever. The tension between you crackled like electricity, heightening every shared glance, every movement. Around you, the hum of the restaurant—the soft clinking of glasses, muted conversations, and bursts of laughter—faded into the background as your shared secret took center stage.
Jieun shifted again, her fingers fidgeting with her napkin as she tried to compose herself. Her restless movements betrayed her inner turmoil, her flushed cheeks and darting gaze revealing the fire you’d stoked within her. She let out a shaky sigh, her lips pressing together as she tilted her head slightly, as if weighing her options. Then, with a deep inhale, she leaned back in her chair, locking eyes with you. In that moment, the frustration in her gaze melted into something bold and daring, her confidence blooming.
As the chatter of other guests swelled around you, she “accidentally” dropped her fork, the metallic clink echoing against the hardwood floor. Without missing a beat, her dark hair fell over her shoulder like a curtain as she leaned forward, a devilish smile playing on her lips. The intensity in her eyes sent a shiver down your spine, her boldness catching you completely off guard.
Before you could react, she slipped gracefully under the table, her movements smooth and deliberate as if choreographed. The world above seemed to blur into the background—the laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the muted ambiance becoming mere noise. Your heart skipped a beat, your pulse quickening as she disappeared from view, her mischievous sparkle and the determination in her actions lingering in your mind.
You felt the warmth of her breath brush against your thigh as her fingers trailed up, delicate yet teasing, igniting sparks of anticipation that coursed through your entire body. Each touch was playful and tantalizing, deliberate in a way that made it impossible to focus on anything but her. Your eyes flicked around nervously, half-expecting someone to notice, but the attention of the other diners remained blissfully elsewhere, unaware of the secret unfolding beneath the table.
“You started this,” she murmured from below, her voice a soft, husky purr that sent a thrill racing through you. Her words were both an accusation and a promise, her tone dripping with playful dominance. Her eyes gleamed with mischief, but it was the quiet intensity in her gaze that made your pulse race, your breath catching as her focus returned to the task at hand.
Her fingers danced over the fabric of your pants, the pressure light but enough to make you shift in your seat. The teasing was relentless, her touch sending jolts of pleasure that left you teetering between frustration and raw anticipation. You could feel your body responding eagerly to every movement, the tension coiling tighter in your core as her hand pressed more firmly against you, drawing a soft, involuntary exhale from your lips.
She worked the button of your jeans with infuriating precision, each flick of her fingers heightening the anticipation and drawing out the moment. One button, then another, until she pulled the fabric aside, exposing you to the cool air. The contrast of her warm breath against your heated skin sent a shiver down your spine, the anticipation coiling tighter within you. For a moment, she paused, her lips hovering close, her eyes flickering with mischief and something darker—need.
Her fingers lightly traced along your length, and she inhaled deeply, her movements slow and deliberate. Her lashes fluttered as she closed her eyes, her breathing deepening as she leaned in. You felt the soft brush of her nose against your member as she nuzzled against you, the warmth of her face and the deliberate press of her lips sending sparks through your body.
“Mmm,” she murmured softly, her voice low and almost guttural as she took in your scent. Her nose trailed along you as if she were savoring every inch, and she let out a quiet, shuddering breath. “You smell… so good,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with growing arousal.
The wild edge in her tone sent a rush through you, your body responding to the way she seemed to lose herself in the moment. Her cheek brushed against you, her lips ghosting along your length as her hands gripped your thighs for support. You caught the faintest sound of her own breath catching, a quiet, almost needy sigh escaping her as she shifted slightly beneath the table, her thighs pressing together.
Her warm breath continued to fan over you as she rubbed her face against your member, her movements unrestrained and filled with raw intensity. Her actions betrayed how much she was savoring every second as her lips finally parted, pressing a lingering kiss against your leaking tip before taking you into her mouth in one smooth, seamless motion.
The sensation was electrifying. Her mouth was soft, warm, and inviting, her tongue swirling over you with an eager dexterity that left you breathless. The contrast of her earlier wildness and the precision of her movements now made your head spin, the combination of control and abandon driving you closer to the edge with every passing moment.
She worked you deliberately, her rhythm slow at first, as though she wanted to savor every inch of you. Her tongue danced over you, each flick and swirl sending ripples of pleasure coursing through your body. The wet, velvety glide of her mouth was relentless, and you gripped the edge of the table tightly, your knuckles white as you fought to stay composed.
Your breaths came shallow and uneven, your vision narrowing as every nerve in your body focused on the heat and wetness of her mouth. You could feel her shifting below, her body responding to her own rising desire, her muffled hums against you vibrating softly, adding another layer of intensity. The air beneath the table seemed to grow hotter, the raw intimacy of the moment amplified by her unabashed enthusiasm and the heady mix of sensations she created.
She moved with purpose now, her pace quickening slightly as her hands joined in, one holding you steady while the other traced soft, teasing patterns along your thighs. Her tongue worked in perfect harmony with the rhythm of her lips, each motion drawing you closer to the edge. You bit down on the inside of your cheek to stifle the groan that threatened to escape, the urge to let go building with every passing second.
“God,” you whispered under your breath, your voice tight as her name almost slipped from your lips. The tension in your core coiled tighter, your control slipping as the pleasure surged in waves. Her wild, unrestrained energy earlier had stoked the fire, and now her expert attention was fanning it into an inferno.
Just when you thought the intensity couldn’t build any further, her pace quickened. Teasing circles along your inner thigh, her fingers dancing over your skin with maddening precision. The combination of her mouth and touch was overwhelming, and you felt yourself teetering closer and closer to the edge.
Then, footsteps. The sound of the waiter approaching broke through the haze, your heart leaping in sudden panic. You straightened slightly, forcing yourself to meet the waiter’s gaze as he arrived at the table, his polite smile oblivious to the scene unfolding beneath.
“How’s everything, sir?” the waiter asked, his voice neutral but curious as he scanned the table.
“It’s… good,” you managed, your voice tight, almost strangled. Jieun chose that exact moment to take you deeper, her tongue flicking expertly as she hummed softly, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure that nearly made you lose composure. You felt the faintest smirk against you, her mischief palpable even in the intensity of the moment.
“G-Great, actually. It’s great,” you stammered, barely keeping your voice steady. Your grip on the table tightened as her pace increased, her movements calculated, relentless. The pleasure building inside you was nearly impossible to contain.
The waiter frowned slightly, glancing around. “And your companion? She seems to be absent.”
“She’s… in the bathroom,” you said quickly, your voice strained, barely managing to sound coherent. Jieun’s lips enveloped you completely, her movements deliberate yet bold as she sensed your imminent release. Her tongue pressed firmly against you, her rhythm unwavering as her focus remained locked on driving you to the edge. “She’ll… be back in a minute,” you added, your voice cracking slightly as you gripped the edge of the table harder, the tension within you coiling impossibly tight.
The waiter nodded politely, blissfully unaware of the scene unfolding beneath the table, and walked away, leaving you alone once more. The instant his footsteps faded, the tenuous grip you had on your composure unraveled. Jieun’s pace quickened slightly, her mouth taking you deeper as she worked you with relentless precision, the pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave.
The first pulse of your climax hit hard, stealing the air from your lungs as your body tensed under her care. A groan escaped your lips, barely stifled, as wave after wave surged through you, each more intense than the last. Jieun held you firmly, her lips sealing tightly around you, her tongue moving skillfully to guide you through the release. Her hands pressed against your thighs, keeping you steady as your body trembled with the force of your orgasm.
She didn’t swallow—not yet. Instead, she held everything in her mouth, her movements slowing but not stopping. Her tongue continued to caress you, her lips applying gentle suction as she gave you a few more deliberate sucks, ensuring she drew out every last drop. The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of her warmth, her unwavering focus, and the lingering sensitivity making your breath hitch as aftershocks rippled through your body.
Jieun’s lips remained around you as she felt you begin to soften in her mouth, her tongue tracing gentle patterns along your length as she eased you through the final pulses of pleasure. Her fingers tightened briefly against your thighs, her movements tender yet precise, her care extending even as your body relaxed under her touch. She tilted her head slightly, her mouth lingering as she savored the intimacy of the moment, her cheeks subtly hollowing to coax out the last remnants of your release.
When she was certain there was nothing more, she eased back slowly, her lips leaving a lingering warmth as she released you. Her tongue flicked over her lips, her eyes glinting with triumph as she looked up at you from beneath the table. Her expression was a mixture of mischief and satisfaction, her confidence evident in the way her gaze held yours.
Your chest heaved as you fought to steady your breathing, your mind spinning from the intensity of the moment. Every nerve in your body felt alive, the sensation of her care and precision still imprinted on your skin. The world around you—the clinking of glasses, the murmur of conversation—slowly came back into focus, though the charged energy between you lingered in the air.
As Jieun rose back to her seat, her cheeks were flushed, her breath steadying after the intensity of the moment. Yet her eyes gleamed with a playful satisfaction that seemed to light her entire face. This was the nation’s “little sister,” beloved for her innocent charm, graceful demeanor, and unassailable purity. But in this moment, Jieun felt more alive than ever—bold, unapologetic, and exhilaratingly free.
Her heart raced as she met your gaze, a mischievous glint flickering in her eyes, the thrill of secrecy igniting her from within. She reveled in the delicious contradiction of it all—the sweet, innocent idol adored by millions daring to indulge in something so wild, so utterly forbidden. For years, she had carried the weight of her pristine image, playing the role that everyone expected of her. But here, beneath the dim lights of the restaurant, she wasn’t IU, the nation’s sweetheart. She was simply Jieun—fearless, audacious, and savoring every electrifying second of freedom.
A rush of exhilaration coursed through her, awakening a side of herself she rarely had the chance to explore. The stakes, the risk, the sheer audacity of her actions—they made her feel untouchable. Each glance, each subtle motion felt like a quiet rebellion against the constraints of her carefully curated life. It was intoxicating, this chance to step outside her own boundaries and shed the mask she’d worn for so long.
Her gaze darted around the room, sharp and calculated, ensuring that no one had noticed her daring move. But the steady thrum of her pulse wasn’t just from the risk of being caught—it was from the power she felt in the moment. Locking eyes with you, her expression shifted to something darker, more wicked, as her lips curved into a daring smile. Her every motion dripped with confidence as she leaned forward, taking control of the situation with a provocative ease that left you speechless.
Then, without breaking eye contact, she parted her lips and let every single drop of your release fall onto her half-eaten carbonara. Her movements were deliberate as she swirled the mixture into the creamy sauce with her fork, the action slow, purposeful, and brimming with challenge. Her gaze didn’t falter, daring you to look away, daring you to stop her. Your heart pounded, your breath catching in your chest as the audacity of her act unfolded before you.
Her pulse quickened, the forbidden nature of the moment sending a rush of heat coursing through her body. She could feel her skin flush, a tingling sensation that started at her neck and crept down her spine. The mixture of shock and arousal on your face fueled her further, empowering her with a heady sense of control. This wasn’t just about defiance—it was about claiming the moment, rewriting the rules of her normally controlled and polished existence.
She brought the first bite to her lips, her fork twisting delicately as the pasta slipped between her teeth. Her quiet hum of satisfaction resonated in the small space between you, and she closed her eyes briefly, savoring the creamy texture, the saltiness of the dish, and the layered sensations that went beyond taste. Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath, the act of eating transforming into something much more deliberate, intimate.
The plate wasn’t finished with that single bite. With slow, precise movements, she reached for a slice of bread, her fingers grazing the crust as she wiped it across the plate. The sauce clung to the bread, and her hand hovered briefly, giving you a moment to take in every detail. Her thumb brushed the corner of her lips, catching a stray drop, and she brought it to her mouth, her tongue flicking out to savor the taste. The deliberate sensuality of her actions left you breathless, your throat tightening as you watched her savor every moment.
Her moan, soft and nearly inaudible, carried a weight that rippled through you. Her lashes fluttered as she took another bite of the bread, her eyes flickering between her plate and your stunned expression. The air around you felt heavy, charged with an unspoken energy that seemed to pull the two of you into a world entirely separate from the bustling restaurant around you.
“J-Jieun…” you stammered, your voice barely audible as you struggled to process what you were witnessing. She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, her lips curved into a wicked smile, the kind that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. Her gaze locked onto yours, holding you captive as she took one last, deliberate bite. The faint sheen on her lips as she licked them clean sent a fresh wave of heat through you.
Her hand moved back to the plate, her motions meticulous as she gathered the last traces of sauce. The bread soaked up every remaining bit, and she bit into it with a quiet satisfaction that left you frozen in place. Her confidence was magnetic, radiating an energy that drew your attention to every small, calculated movement she made.
The clink of silverware and the low hum of the restaurant faded into the background as you were entirely consumed by her presence. Jieun, usually so composed and polished, was utterly unrestrained. This wasn’t a moment crafted for the public—it was raw, private, and intoxicatingly real.
Just then, the waiter returned to clear the plates, his demeanor polite and professional. Jieun’s expression shifted seamlessly. Her innocent, disarming smile—the one that had charmed millions—lit up her face as she glanced up at him, her eyes sparkling with a hidden delight.
“That was the best pasta sauce I’ve ever had,” she said sweetly, her voice light and cheerful, the very picture of composure. The subtle glance she shot your way was enough to make you nearly choke on your wine, her grin sparkling with barely concealed mischief.
The waiter nodded and thanked her, oblivious as he moved on, leaving the two of you alone once more. The tension between you crackled in the air with a new found energy that left you speechless. Jieun leaned back in her chair, taking a slow sip of her water, her lips glistening as her gaze lingered on yours.
For Jieun, the moment felt like a revelation. She had stepped outside the rigid mold that had defined her for so long, reclaiming a piece of herself that no one else could see. This was an adventure she wouldn’t soon forget, a memory that would stay with her long after the night ended. Her heart swelled with a sense of freedom, the knowledge that tonight, she had lived—not as the nation’s innocent idol, but as herself.
Once the meal was finished and the table cleared, the tension between you and Jieun reached a fever pitch. Every glance, every fleeting touch throughout dinner had been building to this moment. It felt as though the two of you had been balancing on a razor’s edge of anticipation, and neither of you could wait any longer. As the waiter placed the receipt on the table, you exchanged a quick, charged look, your hearts pounding in unison.
As you stood to leave, Jieun’s fingers brushed against yours, the simple touch igniting a surge of heat that rippled through you. The two of you began making your way toward the restaurant’s back hallway, where the restrooms were discreetly located. The air between you crackled with unspoken intent, your pace quickening slightly as if each step brought you closer to the inevitable release of all the pent-up tension.
Just as you passed the bar, Jieun’s movements faltered for a split second. Her gaze flicked toward a woman seated at one of the corner tables. The woman’s profile—delicate jawline, loose waves cascading down her shoulders—was partially obscured by the low-hanging light fixtures, but it was enough to make Jieun’s breath catch. Her pulse quickened as recognition bloomed in her chest. It looked just like Seulgi.
For a brief moment, Jieun’s thoughts veered away from you. The possibility of her close friend, her fellow idol, sitting just meters away sent a nervous flutter through her. What was she doing here? Was it really her? A pang of unease clashed with the heat she still felt from your earlier teasing. Her eyes lingered on the woman for a heartbeat longer, her lips parting slightly in surprise.
“Jieun?” you murmured, glancing back as you noticed her sudden hesitation.
She blinked, her lips pressing together as if to steady herself. Shaking her head, she whispered softly, “It’s nothing.” A faint flush crept across her cheeks, though whether it was from the thought of Seulgi or the tension building between the two of you, she wasn’t entirely sure. “Let’s go.”
As she turned her focus back to you, her fingers brushed yours again, and the electricity between you reignited. The thought of Seulgi was fleeting; the pull of the moment was far too strong to resist. Whatever she’d seen—or thought she’d seen—didn’t matter now. All that mattered was the shared anticipation, the magnetic force drawing the two of you closer. Nothing else could break the spell.
Once inside the women’s restroom, the intensity reached its breaking point. The door shut behind you, and the air between you seemed to crackle with electricity. Without a word, you pulled Jieun close, your lips crashing into hers with an urgency that left no room for hesitation. Her hands gripped the back of your neck as she melted into you, her breath hitching with each movement.
Your hands slid to her thighs, gripping her firmly as you lifted her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped tightly around your waist, locking you into her as her body shifted into position. Her arms clasped behind your neck, her fingers interlacing to steady herself. She arched slightly, her body horizontal to yours as she hung off you, her back supported by your strong grip on her hips.
Jieun tilted her head back, her hair spilling in waves as her body swayed slightly with each adjustment. If she tilted her head further, she could see the world upside down, the thrilling perspective only adding to the sense of wild abandon that pulsed between you.
With one hand, you shifted her skirt higher, the silky fabric gathering around her hips to reveal the dampened lace beneath. The sight alone sent a surge of heat through your veins, your breathing growing heavier as you reached down to slide the fabric aside. The softness of her skin, already slick with arousal, was like fire against your fingertips. She gasped softly, her voice trembling with anticipation, as she instinctively pressed closer to you. Her thighs squeezed around your hips, their warmth and tension radiating through you, a silent plea for more.
The heat between her legs was unmistakable, her need palpable in the way her body trembled against yours. The faint, intoxicating scent of her arousal mingled with the cool, slightly briny air of the aquarium, creating a heady mix that left your senses spinning.
“You’re already so wet,” you whispered, your voice a low growl against her ear. Your thumb brushed lightly against her folds, feeling the slickness there. “All of this just for me?”
Jieun let out a shaky laugh, her lips curving into a wicked smile even as her breaths came faster. “You know it is,” she murmured, her voice breathy and tinged with hunger. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night.”
“Good,” you growled, your grip on her hips tightening possessively. “Because I’m not holding back anymore.”
With deliberate precision, you positioned yourself at her entrance, her body eagerly yielding as you pushed inside her with one smooth motion. The heat and tightness enveloped you, drawing a deep groan from your chest as her gasp turned into a soft, breathy moan. Her legs tightened instinctively around your waist, pulling you closer, and her back arched slightly, the motion perfectly aligning your bodies.
“Oh, my God,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with every syllable. “You feel… so good.”
You gripped her hips firmly, guiding her movements as you began to thrust, each motion sending her rocking slightly in your arms. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps, her chest pressing against you as her arms locked tightly behind your neck. The friction of her skin against yours, the flushed warmth of her cheeks, and the quiver in her voice with every moan heightened your desire.
“You like this, don’t you?” you murmured, your voice rough with need as you leaned closer, your lips grazing the delicate curve of her ear. “Hanging off me, completely at my mercy.”
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice breaking with raw desire as her head tilted back, exposing the graceful curve of her neck. “I love it… you’re so deep.”
Her hair swayed with each movement, the strands brushing against your hands as you held her firmly. The soft glow of the lights reflected in her flushed skin, her trembling frame completely in sync with you. Every thrust seemed to delve deeper, pulling louder moans and broken cries from her lips.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” you groaned, your lips trailing down to her neck. You left small, heated kisses along her skin, your teeth grazing lightly as you marked her. The faint tang of her skin, mingled with the heady scent of her arousal, lingered on your tongue, adding to the overwhelming intensity of the moment. “I could keep you like this all night.”
Her moans grew louder, her nails digging into the back of your neck as she clung to you, her body trembling uncontrollably. “God,” she breathed, her voice quivering with desperation. “You’re going to make me… I’m so close.”
Your hands dug into her hips, your movements becoming more deliberate as you pulled her onto you with each powerful thrust. The tightness of her body, the way her thighs clung to you as though she were holding on for dear life, and her cries echoing off the walls around you—all of it pushed you closer to the edge.
“You’re close?” you teased, your voice dripping with dominance as you nipped at her ear. “Then let me feel it. Let me feel you fall apart for me.”
Her body shook violently in your arms, her legs tightening as tremors began to course through her. Her breath hitched, and her cries turned into soft, desperate gasps as she teetered on the edge. “Yes… yes,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with need, her hips bucking against you in frantic, erratic motions. She was so close, the tension within her building to an unbearable crescendo—
Then, the bathroom door creaked open.
Both of you froze, your breaths catching as the sound of footsteps echoed against the tiled floor. Jieun’s hand flew to her mouth, stifling a gasp as her wide eyes met yours in panic. Her heart pounded so loudly she was certain whoever had just walked in could hear it.
The footsteps paused just outside your stall. The figure on the other side of the door lingered, and you could feel Jieun’s body tense against yours as the thrill of being caught sent a shiver through her.
Outside, Seulgi stood by the sink, her sharp gaze sweeping the room. She noticed a familiar pair of shoes peeking out from under the stall door—ones she had seen Jieun wear many times before. She stepped closer, her curiosity piqued.
Then, from inside the stall, a faint, muffled gasp slipped out, catching Seulgi’s attention. Her brow furrowed as she stopped mid-step. “Are you okay in there?” she called out, her voice tinged with genuine worry.
Jieun’s eyes widened at the sound of Seulgi’s voice. Panic flashed across her face, but the edge of excitement mingled with it. She took a quick, steadying breath, her voice trembling slightly as she replied, “Y-Yes! I’m fine!”
Seulgi tilted her head, unconvinced. “You sure? You sound… a little out of breath,” she pressed, her tone filled with concern and curiosity.
You tightened your grip on Jieun, your hands steadying her trembling frame as the heat between you built impossibly higher. Leaning in, you whispered against her ear, “She’s not leaving… Maybe you should let her hear just how fine you really feel.” Your breath was hot against her flushed skin, sending another shiver down her spine. Her thighs tightened instinctively around your hips as your teasing words pushed her closer to the edge.
Jieun’s lips parted in a soft gasp, her breath trembling as you resumed your deep, deliberate thrusts. The tight, intimate space of the stall heightened every sensation, the tension making her body more sensitive with every passing second. Her nails dug into your shoulders, her attempt to steady herself faltering as her need became overwhelming.
Seulgi knocked again, her voice cutting through the charged air. “Are you sure you’re okay in there? Should I come in and check on you?” she asked, her tone laced with concern.
Jieun’s voice wavered as she bit down on her lip, fighting to keep the telltale sounds of her pleasure in check. “No!” she said sharply, her tone a mix of panic and desperation. “I’m… I’m fine. Really.”
You leaned in closer, your lips grazing her ear as you murmured, “You’re doing so well… but she’s not buying it. Let her hear just enough.” Your hips moved harder, deeper, your thrusts slow and precise, amplifying the heat coursing through her.
“Absolutely sure?” Seulgi asked, her tone dipping with suspicion now.
Jieun struggled to respond, her voice barely steady as she whispered, “Yes… please, just go…”
Seulgi hesitated on the other side of the stall, her voice softening into a teasing lilt. “ Wait…Jieun?” she called, the curiosity in her tone unmistakable.
Jieun’s body stiffened in your arms, her wide eyes darting up to meet yours in panic. Her breathing hitched, her fingers tightening against your back. The moment froze between you, her lips forming silent protests as she desperately tried to compose herself.
The silence outside the stall stretched for a moment before the faint sound of Seulgi rummaging through her bag filled the air. “Let’s see…” she murmured, and Jieun’s entire body tensed further.
Then, the sudden chime of Jieun’s phone shattered the tension. The ringtone echoed loudly in the stall, leaving no room for doubt. Seulgi’s soft laugh followed, rich with amusement and certainty. “Ah-ha! I knew it!” she exclaimed, her tone turning playful. “Jieun, don’t even try to deny it now.”
The thrill of recognition, the undeniable fact that she’d been caught, only fueled Jieun’s excitement. Her breath hitched as the sensation inside her built impossibly fast, a crescendo she could no longer resist. Her head tilted back, her arms clasping tighter behind your neck, and her legs gripped your waist with desperate intensity. Suspended in your arms, her body was entirely under your control, each thrust driving her higher and higher. The tension inside her snapped abruptly, like a dam breaking under relentless pressure.
“Fuck!” she gasped, her voice cracking with the force of her release as her climax hit like a tidal wave, consuming her completely. Her body tensed in your grip, every muscle taut as if caught in a moment of suspended time, before trembling violently with the sheer power of her orgasm. Her back arched sharply, pressing her chest against yours, her nails digging into your shoulders in a desperate attempt to ground herself amidst the storm of sensation.
Her moans, though choked and stifled against the urgency of the moment, escaped in raw, broken gasps, each one betraying the depth of her pleasure. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably around your waist, gripping you tightly as if to hold onto the intensity coursing through her. The wet heat of her arousal soaked through, a vivid reminder of just how deeply lost she was in the moment.
You gripped her hips firmly, your fingers pressing into her soft skin as you slowed your movements, keeping her steady while her body pulsed around you. Her walls clenched rhythmically, each spasm sending aftershocks rippling through her trembling frame. Her head tilted back further, her hair spilling in loose waves as her mouth hung open, releasing breathless whimpers between shallow, uneven breaths.
Her chest heaved against yours, her flushed skin damp with the sheen of exertion, each shuddering gasp a testament to the force of her release. Her trembling legs, once locked tightly around your waist, began to relax slightly as the waves of her climax slowly began to ebb. Still, her body quaked with the lingering echoes of pleasure, the aftershocks leaving her utterly spent in your arms.
“Good girl,” you murmured, your voice low and steady, a grounding force against the chaos of her sensations. “Let it all out. I’ve got you.”
Jieun whimpered softly in response, her grip on your shoulders loosening as her body melted into yours. Her head slumped forward, resting in the crook of your neck as she clung to you, her breath warm and uneven against your skin. The final ripples of her climax left her trembling, her body completely surrendered to the safety of your embrace as the intensity gradually faded into a blissful calm.
Just as her breathing began to steady, the quiet of the stall was interrupted by a soft, amused voice that broke the moment and sent a new wave of tension through the air.
She glanced up at you, her wide eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration. The reality of being caught, of Seulgi knowing exactly what was happening, sent another thrill coursing through her, even as she struggled to collect herself.
Jieun bit her lip, her chest still heaving as her gaze darted toward the stall door. Her body trembled slightly from the lingering aftershocks of her release, but her determination shone through the blush on her cheeks. After a brief hesitation, she nodded at you with shaky resolve. Releasing one hand from behind your neck, she reached out and unlocked the stall door, letting it swing open just enough.
The faint creak of the door was followed by Seulgi’s sharp intake of breath. Her gaze swept over the scene, her lips parting as her eyes widened, taking in the full picture. Jieun, leaning against you in disheveled perfection, her tousled hair framing a face flushed with both exertion and satisfaction. Her lips were swollen from kisses, and her breath came in soft, uneven gasps. The afterglow of her climax clung to her like a halo, her vulnerability mingling with the undeniable satisfaction in her posture.
Your hands remained firmly on her waist, holding her possessively against you as you watched Seulgi’s expression shift from surprise to something deeper—curiosity, intrigue, and unmistakable arousal. Seulgi’s eyes lingered, taking in every detail: the way Jieun’s head rested lightly on your shoulder, the way her chest still rose and fell with each shaky breath, the way the tension in the air crackled with unspoken possibilities.
“Wow…” Seulgi murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I… didn’t realize you two were having this much fun.”
A flicker of heat crossed her face as her gaze met Jieun’s. The intensity of the moment hung between the three of you, the shared secret drawing you closer as Seulgi’s words carried a weight that promised more to come.
Jieun’s cheeks flushed even deeper, but she didn’t look away. Her expression was a captivating mix of embarrassment and exhilaration, her lingering gaze on Seulgi carrying an unspoken acknowledgment of the moment they were all sharing. The tension hung thick in the air, a silent invitation sparking between the three of you, leaving possibilities none of you had fully anticipated.
Seulgi’s lips parted as if to speak, but instead, she leaned in slightly, her voice teasing yet laced with genuine intrigue. “Well… don’t let me stop you. But maybe… next time, let me know,” she murmured, her words hovering between jest and curiosity. A faint smile played on her lips as she stepped back, her eyes flicking between you and Jieun.
Jieun’s breath was beginning to steady, the tremors from her recent release softening into an undeniable confidence. Her initial embarrassment faded, replaced with a playful boldness. She met Seulgi’s gaze, her pulse quickening at the sight of her friend’s barely concealed intrigue. Her lips curved into a mischievous smile, her voice light yet deliberate. “Well… if you’re in the mood… maybe ‘next time’ could be now?”
Seulgi’s eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushing as the invitation sank in. The spark in Jieun’s eyes, combined with her confident posture as she leaned into you, made it clear this wasn’t a passing suggestion. Seulgi’s gaze darted between the two of you, her composure momentarily faltering as the thrill of the situation hit her.
“You’re serious?” she asked softly, her tone a mix of intrigue and nervous hesitation. Her eyes flicked to Jieun, then to you, before landing somewhere between the two of you as if searching for confirmation.
Jieun stepped forward, her confidence radiating as she gently took Seulgi’s hand in hers. “Come on,” she said softly, her tone both playful and reassuring. Without giving Seulgi much time to question it, Jieun tugged her toward the larger disability stall at the end of the restroom. With a glance back at you and a small, knowing smile, she nudged Seulgi inside, and the three of you slipped into the space together. Jieun turned the lock with a firm, decisive click, the sound seeming to seal the shared moment.
Inside the stall, Seulgi’s eyes traveled over Jieun, taking in every detail: her tousled hair, her flushed cheeks, and the easy way she leaned into you with a comfortable intimacy that felt utterly magnetic. The raw closeness of the scene left Seulgi’s pulse racing, her nerves mingling with curiosity as she stood still, unsure of what to do next.
Jieun didn’t hesitate. Moving closer to Seulgi, she offered a teasing smile, her hand brushing lightly down Seulgi’s arm in a touch that was both gentle and deliberate. “Don’t be shy, Seulgi,” Jieun murmured, her voice soft yet laced with playful confidence. “You’re with us.”
Seulgi’s cheeks grew pinker, her breath hitching slightly as she glanced down at Jieun’s hand resting lightly on her arm. “I just… I mean… I was sort of joking earlier,” she admitted, her words trailing off as her voice softened with hesitation.
Jieun let out a quiet, melodic laugh, her confidence shining as she tilted her head, her gaze warm and inviting. “Oh, I think you’re going to like this,” she replied, her tone light yet charged with meaning. Her hand slid upward, brushing a strand of hair from Seulgi’s face. Her movements were deliberate, her fingers lingering as she added in a softer voice, “Just relax.”
Before Seulgi could respond, Jieun leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, her lips lingering for a moment before pulling back. Her smile deepened as she met Seulgi’s gaze, her expression filled with encouragement and boldness. “See?” Jieun whispered, her tone playful but reassuring.
With that, the space between all three of you seemed to dissolve completely. Each touch and glance was filled with shared anticipation as Seulgi fully joined in, her hands and lips meeting yours and Jieun’s, bringing an added layer of intensity to the moment. The larger stall seemed to shrink as the three of you moved together, every movement deliberate and filled with unspoken understanding.
Inside the confined space, the air was heavy with warmth and the intoxicating blend of perfume, sweat, and raw desire. Seulgi leaned back against the tiled wall, her cheeks flushed with heat, her chest rising and falling with quickened breaths. Her wide eyes flicked between you and Jieun, glinting with a mixture of boldness and nerves. She bit her lower lip, the gesture as much an attempt to steady herself as it was an invitation.
Jieun, sensing Seulgi’s hesitance, stepped closer, her hands finding their way to Seulgi’s waist. Her touch was firm yet gentle as she began sliding her hands upward, finding the hem of Seulgi’s blouse. “Let me help,” Jieun whispered, her voice warm and encouraging as she guided the fabric up and over Seulgi’s head. Seulgi lifted her arms obediently, her lips parting slightly as her breath hitched.
The soft light of the stall illuminated Seulgi’s now-exposed skin, her collarbone glistening faintly, and the hint of nervous excitement in her eyes deepened. Jieun smiled reassuringly, leaning in to place a featherlight kiss on Seulgi’s shoulder before her hands moved lower. With practiced ease, Jieun unfastened Seulgi’s skirt, letting it pool around her ankles. Seulgi’s hands rested lightly on Jieun’s shoulders for balance, her chest rising and falling as the cool air kissed her exposed thighs.
“You’re beautiful,” Jieun murmured, her words tender but brimming with sincerity as she traced her fingers along the waistband of Seulgi’s panties, stopping just shy of pulling them down. The intimacy of the moment drew Seulgi’s gaze down to meet Jieun’s, her lips trembling slightly as she nodded silently.
Jieun leaned in, brushing her lips against Seulgi’s in a kiss that was both gentle and charged, her hands moving to steady Seulgi as she stepped out of her skirt. With one last glance up at her, Jieun pulled the delicate fabric of Seulgi’s panties down, leaving her fully bare and vulnerable between the two of you.
Seulgi shivered slightly, whether from the cool air or the overwhelming intensity of the moment, it was impossible to tell. But the way her hands instinctively reached for yours and Jieun’s spoke volumes. The three of you stood close, the weight of the moment heavy but electrifying, as Seulgi’s walls melted away completely under your shared attention.
When you positioned yourself closer, Seulgi’s voice broke the silence, soft and trembling. “Do you… have a condom?” she asked, her gaze flicking between you and Jieun. You exchanged a quick glance with Jieun, shaking your heads almost in unison.
Seulgi hesitated only for a second before her lips curved into a daring smile. Her eyes darted back to yours as she murmured, “Then… maybe we can still make this work if… we try it another way.”
Her suggestion lingered in the air, sparking a new thrill between the three of you. Moving with deliberate ease, Seulgi wrapped her arms around your neck, her body pressing closer against yours. Her skin was warm beneath your touch as she lifted one leg, hooking it high, her calf resting against your shoulder. The stretch of her body was graceful yet provocative, her other foot planted firmly on the tiled floor for balance. The position opened her to you completely, her breath hitching as your hands found her hips to steady her.
Her back arched slightly, her head tipping back against the cool wall as she adjusted to the new position. Her breath was a soft gasp, her cheeks glowing with both arousal and the vulnerability of being completely exposed. The angle gave her a sense of surrender that only heightened her excitement, her hands resting on your shoulders for support, fingers occasionally curling into your skin.
Jieun, watching with a playful smile, stepped closer. Her hands glided up Seulgi’s outstretched thigh, her touch light and teasing, drawing a soft, shuddering breath from Seulgi. “Relax,” Jieun murmured, her voice smooth and reassuring. “You’re going to love this.”
As you positioned yourself, the tip of your length pressed against the tight ring of Seulgi’s entrance. Her breath hitched sharply, her body instinctively tensing as her fingers gripped your shoulders for support. Slowly, deliberately, you began to push forward. The resistance was immediate—her muscles taut and trembling as they struggled to accommodate you. Every inch was an exploration, a careful coaxing as her body gradually yielded to the pressure, her tightness embracing you with a searing, almost overwhelming intensity.
Seulgi’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting in a silent gasp as she felt herself stretch in ways she never had before. The sensation was intense—an unfamiliar mix of pressure and fullness that sent sparks of heat coursing through her. Each millimeter seemed to awaken new nerves, her mind reeling as she adjusted to the unrelenting stretch.
“Oh…” The sound escaped her as a soft, unsteady whisper, her voice laced with awe. Her brows knitted together in concentration, her cheeks flushing deeper with every passing second. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, each exhale trembling as the pressure inside her built, sending shivers along her spine. “I didn’t think… it would feel like this…” she admitted, her voice quivering with both astonishment and growing pleasure.
Her fingers clutched at your shoulders, their grip firm as if anchoring herself against the rush of sensations. Her moans began quietly, tentative and exploratory, like a melody being discovered. But as her body softened to you, the sounds grew, confidence unfurling with each passing moment. Jieun, ever attentive, leaned closer, her soft lips finding Seulgi’s collarbone, trailing playful, delicate kisses along her flushed skin. The attention made Seulgi shudder, her breath catching as she melted further into the moment.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Jieun whispered, her voice a sultry thread of encouragement against Seulgi’s ear. The words sent a visible tremor through her, her spine arching slightly, her body instinctively moving in rhythm with yours as she nodded, her movements hesitant but full of yearning.
“Yes… he’s… so big…” Seulgi murmured breathlessly, her voice breaking into a soft moan as you deepened your pace. Her inner muscles fluttered with every purposeful thrust, the exquisite tightness heightening the intensity of every movement. Her leg, stretched high on your shoulder, offered the perfect angle for deeper, more deliberate strokes, each motion drawing a gasp or a trembling sigh from her lips. Her flushed cheeks and trembling frame spoke of the raw honesty of her surrender, the moment etched with vulnerability and desire.
The tightness of the position amplified every sensation, each thrust an intense, electric connection between you. Seulgi’s flushed cheeks glowed, her half-lidded eyes shining with vulnerability and pleasure. Jieun’s hands caressed her thigh, the warmth of her touch grounding yet teasing as she leaned in, her presence anchoring Seulgi in the storm of overwhelming sensations.
“I… I can’t believe this…” Seulgi whispered, her voice breathless and tinged with awe. Her lips brushed your shoulder as she spoke, her body trembling as she clung to you and Jieun for support, completely immersed in the moment.
Jieun’s lips pressed a gentle kiss to Seulgi’s temple, her fingers threading through Seulgi’s damp hair. “You’re doing amazing,” she murmured, her tone soft yet edged with playful confidence. The reassurance brought a flicker of a smile to Seulgi’s lips, even as another gasping cry escaped her, her body arching into your deepening rhythm.
The air around you was thick with heat and intimacy, the cramped stall brimming with a charged energy that left none of you untouched. Seulgi’s moans grew louder, her voice rising with each deliberate movement, her hands clutching you with an almost desperate intensity. Her body moved instinctively with yours, a perfect harmony of push and pull, tension and release, as she surrendered completely to the moment.
Not stopping there, Jieun slid gracefully to her knees, the cold tiles sending a slight shiver through her as the warmth radiating from Seulgi’s trembling body pulled her in. Her eyes glinted with mischief as they locked onto Seulgi’s, taking in her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and the way her breaths came in short, desperate gasps. Seulgi’s composure was completely undone, her vulnerability and desire laid bare.
“You really are breathtaking, Seulgi,” Jieun murmured, her voice a low caress that sent a visible shiver through her. The words left Seulgi speechless, her lips trembling as she tried to form a response, but only a quiet, shaky exhale escaped. Jieun smirked, trailing her fingers teasingly along Seulgi’s thighs before spreading them gently, exposing her completely.
As you maintained your deep, steady rhythm, Seulgi’s body rocked against yours, her soft cries and gasps reverberating through the confined space. Her head tilted back, her hair cascading as her lips parted further, releasing trembling breaths. Her body was taut with anticipation, every nerve heightened as she felt the building intensity.
Jieun leaned in, her warm breath brushing against Seulgi’s slick entrance, sending a jolt through her already trembling frame. With deliberate care, Jieun placed a soft, exploratory kiss against her folds, her lips moving gently over the sensitive skin. The sensation drew a broken gasp from Seulgi, her hips twitching as the unfamiliar yet overwhelming attention consumed her.
Jieun’s tongue followed, warm and languid, tracing slow, deliberate strokes along Seulgi’s folds. The taste of her arousal lingered on Jieun’s tongue as she savored each movement, her hands gripping Seulgi’s thighs firmly to hold her steady. Seulgi whimpered, her fingers clutching at your shoulders for support, her body trembling as the sensations intensified.
“Look at you,” Jieun murmured between strokes, her voice dripping with teasing admiration. “So perfect… so ready for us.”
The gentle pressure of Jieun’s tongue against her folds, combined with your deliberate, steady thrusts, pushed Seulgi closer to the edge. Her breathing became erratic, her body pressing instinctively into Jieun’s touch. The warmth of Jieun’s breath, the slick glide of her tongue, and the way you filled her deeply created a symphony of sensations that left Seulgi completely undone.
Her soft moans turned to pleading gasps, her thighs trembling in Jieun’s hold as her body gave in to the rising tide of pleasure. Each stroke of Jieun’s tongue and the firm grip of your hands guided her higher, her movements increasingly erratic as she teetered on the brink. The intensity between the three of you was electric, each moment drawing Seulgi deeper into the overwhelming heat of the moment.
Jieun’s mouth moved with deliberate care, her tongue tracing intricate patterns along Seulgi, each movement soft but purposeful. Seulgi’s body stiffened at the sensation, her breaths hitching as Jieun’s warm tongue explored her slick entrance. The delicate, tantalizing strokes made her hips roll instinctively, chasing the sensation with unrestrained need.
Seulgi’s body rocked against you, her back arching slightly as every motion elicited a soft, breathy moan that echoed off the tiled walls. Her hands clutched at your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as her head fell back, her neck arching gracefully. Her features were completely unguarded, a beautiful display of raw vulnerability and pleasure.
“Please,” she whimpered, her voice trembling and barely audible. “I… I can’t—oh my god…”
“You can take it,” you growled softly, your hands tightening on her hips to keep her steady. The authority in your voice sent a shiver through her, her body trembling with both anticipation and surrender.
Jieun’s lips curved into a knowing smile against Seulgi’s entrance before she adjusted her rhythm, her tongue flicking and gliding in perfect harmony with your deep, steady thrusts. The attention was unrelenting, every stroke of her tongue deliberate and calculated to draw Seulgi closer to the edge. Her lips brushed over Seulgi’s heated skin, pressing gentle kisses between each motion, teasing her further.
Seulgi’s cries grew higher and more desperate, her body responding with an unrestrained fervor as the tension inside her built to an unbearable peak. Her hands tightened around your shoulders, her nails digging into your skin as if anchoring herself against the storm of sensations. Her legs shook against you, the tremors a physical testament to her escalating need, her entire body teetering on the edge.
“Oh, fuck!” she gasped suddenly, her voice cracking as her climax surged through her like a tidal wave. Her entire frame went rigid, her muscles tightening as if time itself had momentarily stopped. You felt it vividly—the tight ring of her ass quivered and pulsed around you, each contraction squeezing you in rhythm with her release, her body responding instinctively to the depth of your connection. The sheer intensity of it sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, the primal intimacy almost overwhelming.
Jieun, still nestled between Seulgi’s trembling thighs, felt the flood of sensation in her own way. The slick folds of Seulgi’s center quivered against Jieun’s lips, the trembling warmth transmitting every pulse of her orgasm. Jieun couldn’t help but smile against her, the quaking response like a song of pleasure only she could hear and feel. Her tongue slowed its movements, offering gentle, soothing strokes that coaxed Seulgi through the peaks and valleys of her release.
Seulgi’s body shook violently, her thighs squeezing around Jieun’s shoulders as her hands clutched desperately at you for stability. Her cries, muffled against your neck, were raw and trembling, each one punctuated by the rhythmic spasms that overtook her. The sheer force of her orgasm left her breathless, her chest heaving against yours as the ripples of her climax spread through her like aftershocks.
Her head tilted back slightly, her face glowing with the intensity of her release, her damp hair clinging to her flushed cheeks. Her lips parted as she let out a final, soft whimper, her body collapsing into your arms. The lingering tremors in her muscles and the warmth radiating from her skin made her feel utterly fragile and entirely yours in that moment.
As Seulgi’s body began to come down from her high, her trembling legs and quivering muscles spoke of the overwhelming climax she’d just experienced. Her chest rose and fell in rapid breaths, her head resting momentarily on your shoulder as her arms clung to you for stability. The aftershocks rippled through her, each small convulsion eliciting a soft gasp or whimper.
But you weren’t ready to stop. You continued to thrust into her, your movements slow but deliberate, drawing new waves of sensation from her already oversensitive body. Her nails dug into your shoulders as she let out a breathless moan, her voice laced with surprise and surrender.
“I-I’m so sensitive,” she whimpered, her voice trembling as you held her steady. Yet, even through her overstimulation, there was a flicker of hunger in her tone, a silent invitation for more.
Jieun, ever attentive, leaned in close, pressing a soft kiss to Seulgi’s temple as her fingers slid along Seulgi’s slick, trembling thighs. “You’re not done yet,” Jieun whispered, her voice teasing and sultry. “We’re going to make you feel everything.”
Slipping two inside Seulgi with practiced ease. The slick heat welcomed her instantly, and with a deft curl, she pressed against Seulgi’s g-spot, her movements precise and rhythmic. Seulgi gasped sharply, her back arching as her overstimulated nerves sparked to life again. Her moans grew louder, breathless cries that filled the stall as Jieun’s fingers pumped steadily.
“You like this, don’t you?” Jieun murmured against Seulgi’s flushed skin, her lips brushing just below her navel. “You like the way my boyfriend’s cock feels inside you. Look at how good you’re taking him.”
Seulgi’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking against both you and Jieun’s relentless rhythm. “Y-Yes,” she gasped, her voice trembling, “oh my God, yes…”
Jieun smirked, her confidence growing as she saw Seulgi unravel. Her fingers pumped faster, the slick, wet sounds echoing in the confined space. “That’s it,” Jieun whispered, her tone a mix of teasing and command. “You’re going to cum so hard for us, aren’t you? You’re going to show us just how much you love being filled like this.”
“Oh fuck… I can’t…” Seulgi whimpered, her head falling back against the stall wall, her body tightening as the overwhelming sensations built to an unbearable peak. Her cries turned desperate, her legs trembling as her free leg strained for balance while the one on your shoulder quivered violently.
Jieun’s lips descended further, her warm breath brushing Seulgi’s sensitive flesh before her mouth captured Seulgi’s clit. The sensation was immediate and devastating. Jieun’s tongue swirled and flicked with skill, her lips sealing tightly as she sucked gently, intensifying the pleasure radiating through Seulgi’s body. Her fingers inside Seulgi never faltered, each curl and thrust perfectly timed to push her closer to the edge.
“You’re going to cum for us again, one last time,” Jieun said against her, her voice muffled but dripping with authority. “Come on, let go. I want to feel you fall apart.”
The combination of Jieun’s relentless mouth, her fingers stroking Seulgi’s most sensitive spot, and your deep, steady thrusts was an intoxicating overload. Seulgi’s cries grew louder, her body jerking uncontrollably as she clutched at both of you. Her nails dug into your shoulders and Jieun’s hair as she gasped.
Her inner muscles clenched around you with an intensity that bordered on overwhelming, the rhythmic pulsing pulling you deeper into her. Her voice broke into a scream as every nerve in her body seemed to ignite with pleasure. Jieun, ever attentive, stayed locked onto Seulgi’s clit, her tongue flicking with precision, her fingers curling harder, pushing Seulgi to the precipice of an entirely new realm of sensation.
Jieun noticed how close you were as well, her keen intuition picking up on every subtle shift in your breath and movement. Lifting her head briefly from Seulgi’s clit, her lips glistening with Seulgi’s arousal, she didn’t pause for long. Her thumb immediately replaced her mouth, rubbing firm, deliberate circles over the swollen nub. Her movements were precise, each stroke designed to maintain the building tension in Seulgi’s trembling body.
Jieun’s fingers never faltered, pumping rhythmically inside Seulgi, curling just right to press against her g-spot with unrelenting precision. Seulgi’s breath hitched, her hips rocking against Jieun’s hand as her cries grew more desperate. Jieun leaned in again, her mischievous eyes flicking up to meet yours, a smirk playing at the corners of her damp lips.
Then, with a wicked glint in her eye, Jieun shifted her focus. Her tongue flicked out, delicate and teasing, as she leaned toward you. Her warm breath ghosted over your sensitive entrance before her tongue made contact, tracing slow, deliberate circles around the tight ring of muscle. The sensation was electrifying, the wet warmth of her tongue contrasting with the overwhelming tightness of Seulgi’s body clenching around you.
Jieun’s tongue moved with exquisite care, alternating between firm pressure and featherlight strokes, each flick sending a shiver up your spine. She leaned in further, her hands steady on Seulgi as she balanced herself to focus on you fully. The way her tongue explored you was intimate, her motions filled with a mixture of playfulness and intent. She seemed to delight in your reaction, her soft hum of satisfaction vibrating faintly against you.
“Fuck, Jieun,” you groaned, your voice thick with raw pleasure. Your thrusts stuttered slightly, the dual sensation of Seulgi’s tightness and Jieun’s tender caress overwhelming every nerve.
She chuckled softly, her warm breath sent shivers down your spine as her tongue continued its wicked dance against your sensitive entrance. Her deliberate, teasing strokes were maddening, contrasting perfectly with the tight heat of Seulgi wrapped around you.
Seulgi’s body trembled violently, her breath catching in desperate gasps. Her thighs quivered against you, one hooked over your shoulder as her nails clawed at your back, anchoring herself through the overwhelming sensations. Every thrust sent her closer to the edge, her cries becoming higher and more frantic. “I-I can’t—oh God, I’m so close!” she whimpered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
Jieun lifted her head, pulling back from you with a wicked grin, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips. She shifted slightly, sitting back on her heels, her mischievous eyes locking onto Seulgi as she kept her thumb and fingers working with unrelenting skill. “Come on, Seulgi,” Jieun purred, her tone dripping with seduction. “Let go for us. Show me how much you like the way he fills you.”
Seulgi’s moans escalated into cries of desperation. Her muscles clenched around you tightly, her body arching as the overwhelming sensations pushed her over the precipice. “Oh my God, I’m—I’m—!” she screamed as the dam finally broke. Her climax hit like a storm, her body convulsing uncontrollably as a hot, sudden rush of fluid erupted from her, drenching Jieun completely.
The warm liquid sprayed over Jieun’s chest, face, and hair, the intensity of the release leaving Seulgi sobbing with pleasure. Her thighs trembled against you, her body went limp as she held onto you, trying to keep herself upright. “Oh fuck!” she gasped, her voice broken and raw as her body continued to quiver.
Jieun, her chest rising and falling with excitement, glanced down at herself, her lips curling into a playful smile as the liquid dripped down her skin. “Look at you,” she murmured, her voice husky and teasing. “So messy. So beautiful.”
The sight of Seulgi unraveling, her body shaking with unrestrained pleasure, was enough to tip you over the edge. Her leg, still stretched high on your shoulder, trembled violently, while the other pressed firmly against the floor for balance. Her pulsing, tight ring clenched around you, drawing you deeper into her as if her body refused to let go. The heat and rhythmic spasms of her climax were unlike anything you’d ever felt, sending you hurtling toward your own release. With a deep, guttural groan, you thrust into her one final time, the tension snapping as your release surged forward in a flood of warmth.
Seulgi’s breath hitched sharply, her nails digging into your shoulders as her body reacted to the unfamiliar sensation. Her half-lidded eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting as a soft, tremulous moan escaped her. The warmth of your release spread within her, filling her completely in a way she’d never experienced before. Her body shivered uncontrollably, her mind spinning as the sensation tipped her into a new wave of blissful aftershocks.
“Oh…wow” she murmured, her voice shaky and raw as her muscles quivered, every pulse drawing out the lingering heat inside her. The intimate sensation left her breathless, her head resting against your shoulder as she clung to you for support. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as her body instinctively responded, each flutter of her muscles milking the last remnants of your release.
As you slowly began to withdraw, the sensitivity of the moment overwhelmed her. The gradual slide of your length, slick with the evidence of your union, caused her to gasp softly, her body shivering from the sudden emptiness. The cool air against her heated skin only heightened her awareness of the loss, the contrast stark and intimate. “I can feel…” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her head tilting forward in a dazed mix of wonder and exhaustion.
Her trembling legs struggled to support her as her body instinctively clenched, missing the warmth that had just left her. The sensation of your release still lingering within her was both strange and deeply satisfying, a reminder of the closeness you’d just shared.
Jieun, ever attentive, leaned forward with a soft, knowing smile. Her damp hair clung to her flushed cheeks as she trailed her lips down Seulgi’s trembling thigh, her breath warm and intimate against her oversensitive skin. With Seulgi’s leg still perched on your shoulder, her body open and exposed, Jieun moved closer, her tongue darting out to clean the traces of your release.
Seulgi’s entire body shuddered as she felt the warm, deliberate strokes of Jieun’s tongue against her stretched ring. The sensation was unlike anything she had experienced—intensely intimate and overwhelming, her muscles instinctively quivering with every pass of Jieun’s lips. The soft, wet sound of Jieun’s work, combined with the sensation of her tender scoops and lingering sucks, made Seulgi’s breath hitch. A quiet, trembling whimper escaped her as her hands reached out, weakly gripping Jieun’s hair, seeking something to ground her.
The slick warmth of Jieun’s tongue pressed delicately yet persistently, cleaning every inch of her sensitive skin. Seulgi could feel every flick and caress, her body responding involuntarily with a new wave of tremors as Jieun’s mouth worked its way methodically. Jieun’s lips brushed against the tender area, adding a mix of teasing and care that left Seulgi gasping softly, her legs threatening to give out entirely.
Once satisfied, Jieun leaned back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she licked her lips, savoring the remnants of your release and Seulgi’s arousal. Rising with a fluid grace, she moved toward Seulgi, her expression both predatory and affectionate. Reaching out, she cupped the back of Seulgi’s head, pulling her close until their faces were mere inches apart.
Seulgi’s breath hitched as Jieun closed the distance, capturing her lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. The intimacy of the act was electrifying, the lingering taste of your release mingling between them as their tongues intertwined in a fervent, hungry dance. Seulgi’s hands slid to Jieun’s waist, her grip weak but desperate as she melted into the kiss, her soft moans swallowed by Jieun’s relentless passion.
The taste of you lingered between Jieun and Seulgi, adding a raw intimacy to their kiss. It was fervent yet tender, their shared vulnerability creating a timeless moment between them. Jieun’s hand tangled in Seulgi’s hair, her grip firm but affectionate, grounding them both in the heat of the moment.
The sight was overwhelming. The way their lips moved together, the visible flick of their tongues during brief partings, and the way they shared your essence between them was intoxicating. Each flick of their tongues, every quiet gasp and hum of pleasure, felt magnetic, leaving you teetering on the edge of awe just from watching. The chemistry between them was undeniable, a perfect blend of curiosity and passion that left you captivated.
When their lips finally parted, a faint shimmer of your release still connected them, a delicate thread glistening briefly before Jieun licked it away with a soft hum, her smile warm and satisfied. She glanced at Seulgi, her eyes glowing with affection. “That was… something else,” she murmured, her voice carrying the weight of shared intimacy rather than teasing. Her tone was calm, almost reverent, as if she wanted the moment to linger.
Seulgi let out a breathy laugh, her cheeks still flushed as she leaned back against the cool stall wall for support. Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, her legs trembling slightly as she tried to compose herself. “I don’t even know what to say,” she admitted, her voice soft but laced with lingering wonder. “That was… unforgettable. Completely.”
Jieun tucked a strand of damp hair behind her ear, her own breathing still settling. “Unforgettable,” she echoed, her smile softening. “Exactly what it should be.” Her gaze shifted to you briefly, filled with warmth, before returning to Seulgi. “I’m glad you were with us.”
Seulgi nodded, a quiet laugh escaping her as she smoothed down her clothes with trembling hands. “I think I’m the lucky one here,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and sincerity. “But we should probably… you know, clean up a little before someone notices.”
Jieun let out a small laugh, nodding as she adjusted her hair and straightened her outfit. Her reflection in the mirror caught your eye, her flushed cheeks and radiant smile making your heart swell. “Alright,” she said softly, her voice steady now. “Let’s do this without looking guilty, okay?”
Seulgi smirked, her composure slowly returning. “I’ll try,” she said with a chuckle. “But no promises.”
The three of you slipped out of the stall, moving as calmly as you could manage despite the thrill buzzing in the air between you. Each shared glance carried an unspoken agreement to keep cool, but the faint smiles tugging at your lips betrayed the adrenaline still rushing through you.
Just as you neared the door to the dining area, a loud, exasperated voice rang out, cutting through the hum of the restaurant like a sharp knife.
“Ugh, it reeks of sex in here! Who the hell did this?”
The words froze you all mid-step. Jieun slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with mortified delight, barely stifling the laughter threatening to escape. Seulgi’s eyes darted to yours, her expression torn between panic and amusement. For a second, the three of you just stood there, caught like kids who’d been caught red-handed.
Then, as if on cue, the spell broke, and you bolted.
Laughter erupted from all of you as you sprinted through the dining area, the chaos unfolding in perfect synchronization. The manager’s head turned just in time to see you weaving between tables, his shout of, “Hey! Stop right there!” drowned out by the clatter of silverware and your uncontrollable laughter.
Jieun’s hand found yours, her grip firm as she tugged you forward. Her face was lit with exhilaration, her flushed cheeks glowing in the dim restaurant light. The door to the restaurant swung open with a loud bang, and the three of you burst into the cool night air.
None of you dared to look back as your footsteps echoed against the pavement. The adrenaline coursing through your veins mingled with an almost childlike joy, your collective laughter ringing out into the quiet street.
Turning a corner, you slowed to a stop, panting and leaning against the wall for support. Jieun’s head fell back, her laughter bubbling out uncontrollably, her eyes sparkling in the faint glow of a nearby streetlamp. Seulgi leaned forward, hands on her knees as she tried to catch her breath, her own laughter interspersed with gasps.
“Oh my God,” Jieun gasped between breaths, her cheeks flushed with exhilaration. “Did we seriously just do that? What are we, teenagers?”
Seulgi, still laughing, shook her head. “Honestly, I’ve had wild nights before, but this? This takes the cake. You two are something else.”
Finally, your pace slowed as the street grew quieter, the laughter tapering off into soft chuckles. Seulgi stopped first, turning to face you and Jieun with a warm, mischievous smile.
“Thanks for letting me be part of this,” Seulgi said softly, breaking the quiet between the three of you. Her tone carried a sincerity that contrasted with her playful grin. She stepped closer, pressing a quick kiss to Jieun’s cheek, then yours. Her gaze lingered for a moment, her smile widening with mischief. “Don’t keep me waiting too long for the next one,” she teased, her voice light but filled with meaning.
Jieun blushed deeply but managed a smile. “We’ll let you know,” she replied, her voice tinged with warmth as she watched Seulgi step back.
Seulgi waved as she turned and headed down the street, disappearing into the glow of the city. The quiet hum of the night filled the space she left behind, and you felt Jieun’s hand tighten slightly around yours.
As you glanced down, Jieun tilted her head to meet your gaze, her eyes shimmering with unspoken gratitude. “I still can’t believe we just did that,” she murmured, her voice tinged with amazement. “I don’t think I ever would have… without you.”
You squeezed her hand, your smile soft and reassuring. “You don’t give yourself enough credit, Jieun. You’re stronger and braver than you think.”
She laughed gently, the sound carrying a mix of disbelief and joy. “It’s because of you,” she admitted, her voice wavering slightly. “You make me feel brave. You make me want to really live—not just go through the motions, but actually feel alive.”
Her words hit you deeply, stirring something in your chest. You stopped walking, turning to face her fully. Reaching up, you tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, your touch lingering. “Jieun, you’ve always had that courage. All I’ve done is show you what’s already there. And I’ll keep reminding you of that—always.”
Her lips curved into a tender smile, her eyes glistening as she leaned into your touch. “You’ve changed my life,” she whispered. “I’ve never felt more like myself than I do with you.”
Pulling her into your arms, you held her close as the cool night air swirled around you. The soft glow of the streetlights painted her face in warm tones, and you couldn’t help but marvel at how serene and radiant she looked. Her usual composed, idol-like demeanor had melted away, replaced with raw, unfiltered happiness.
“I love you,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead, the words coming effortlessly.
Her cheeks flushed, her smile softening as she looked up at you. “I love you too,” she replied, her voice steady and full of emotion. “More than I ever thought I could love anyone.”
The moment stretched as the world seemed to fade around you, leaving just the two of you beneath the open sky. Her arms looped around your neck, and you leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss that was slow and meaningful. Every touch, every movement spoke of a love that was deep and enduring, a connection that went beyond words.
When the kiss finally broke, her forehead rested lightly against yours, her breath mingling with yours. The faint hum of the city seemed to pause, giving the moment its own space to exist. Her cheeks tinged with a deeper pink as she tapped your chest playfully. “You’re too good to me.”
“Not possible,” you said with a chuckle, pulling her closer. “You’re my everything.”
The two of you stood there, wrapped in the warmth of the night and each other. It was as though time had slowed, giving you a moment to fully appreciate the love that had grown between you. As you began to walk again, her hand snug in yours, she let out a soft laugh.
“You think we’ll ever have another night like this?” she asked, her voice teasing but hopeful.
“With you? Every night feels like this,” you replied, glancing at her with a grin. “But we’ll keep raising the bar.”
Her laughter bubbled up, light and carefree, as she leaned her head against your shoulder. “You make everything feel limitless,” she said softly.
Her words filled your chest with warmth, and as the two of you walked down the quiet street, a spark of inspiration flickered in your mind. It was an idea that felt right—something that would take your shared adventures to the next chapter. You tucked it away for now, savoring the night and the woman at your side.
The city’s hum provided a gentle backdrop as Jieun glanced up at you, her eyes brimming with affection. Her hand tightened around yours, grounding you in the moment. The future felt full of promise, a canvas waiting to be painted with more memories like this—and something even greater.
Your smile deepened as you squeezed her hand a little tighter, knowing this was only the beginning.
Epilogue.
Quite a few months had passed since that unforgettable day, and though life had returned to its steady rhythm, the memories of that evening lingered like a vivid dream. They were a testament to how far Jieun had come from the quiet, reserved person she once thought she was. With you by her side, her world had expanded; her confidence had bloomed like a flower reaching toward the sun. Every day felt like an adventure waiting to unfold, brimming with possibility and love.
Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, the rooftop above the city had been transformed into a sanctuary of twinkling lights and soft, soulful music. Strings of fairy lights draped elegantly across the railing, casting a warm, golden glow that danced against the inky sky. The stars shimmered brilliantly, their light reflected in the glossy skyscraper windows. The distant hum of the city below faded into a comforting backdrop, the occasional car horn or burst of laughter adding texture to the quiet intimacy of the night.
Jieun stood by the railing, her silhouette framed by the glistening skyline. The flowing fabric of her dress fluttered gently in the evening breeze, the soft folds catching the light like ripples on a moonlit lake. Her hair moved with the wind, strands catching in the gentle currents and brushing against her glowing cheeks. Her eyes, luminous as they reflected the stars above, held a quiet joy as she gazed out at the cityscape. The faint scent of jasmine and roses, from the bouquet you’d surprised her with earlier, lingered in the air, mingling with the cool crispness of the night.
You couldn’t help but marvel at her. Even after all these years together, she still had a way of taking your breath away. Her radiance, raw and unfiltered, felt more captivating than the sprawling view beyond her—a beauty that was both effortless and deeply magnetic. As you approached, the sound of your footsteps caused her to turn, her smile soft and familiar, the kind that seemed to light up even the darkest corners of your world. She extended her hand toward you, her fingers delicate and welcoming.
“This is beautiful,” she said softly, her voice filled with a wonder that made your heart swell. Her gaze wandered over the fairy lights, the softly swaying lanterns, and the cozy table set with remnants of your earlier dinner. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time.”
“Well, it’s a special night,” you replied, intertwining your fingers with hers and pulling her closer. The warmth of her touch spread through you like a gentle fire. “You deserve the best.”
Her eyes flickered with curiosity, a playful crease forming between her brows. “What’s the occasion? You’ve been so mysterious all week.” Her tone was light, but you could see the spark of anticipation in her expression.
You smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. The silky texture slipped between your fingers like a whisper of moonlight. “You’ll see,” you said teasingly, your voice low and affectionate. “But for now, just enjoy this.”
Earlier, the two of you had shared a simple yet intimate dinner. You’d cooked together, the act filled with laughter, teasing, and the occasional brush of your hands. The rooftop now stood as a glowing testament to your love, bathed in warm, golden light, with the soft strains of her favorite songs drifting through the air. It was the perfect setting for what you had planned—the next step in a journey you both held dear.
The music shifted to a slower melody, a romantic tune that had always reminded you of her. Without a word, you took her hand and guided her into a gentle sway. She moved with you easily, her laughter light and bright as she leaned her head against your shoulder. The scent of her favorite perfume, a delicate blend of vanilla and white florals, mingled with the crisp night air, heightening the intimacy of the moment.
“Dancing under the stars,” she murmured, her voice soft and full of wonder. “You really do make everything feel magical.”
“You’re the magic,” you whispered, your lips brushing the top of her head. Her warmth against your chest, the way her body moved in sync with yours, and the way the world seemed to shrink until only the two of you remained—it was all so achingly perfect.
Her arms wrapped around your neck as you continued to sway, her cheek pressed against your chest. You could feel the rhythm of her heart, steady and strong, mirroring your own. The fairy lights twinkled in the corners of your vision, their glow reflecting in her dark, expressive eyes when she tilted her head to look up at you.
The music softened, the gentle melody wrapping around you both, and you knew it was the moment. You stopped swaying, stepping back just enough to hold her gaze, her curious smile tilting as she tried to read your expression.
“Jieun,” you began, your voice soft but steady, “these past few years have been the most incredible of my life. Every single day, you’ve shown me a kind of love and joy I never even knew existed. You make everything better, brighter, and more alive.”
Her brows knit together slightly, her lips parting as if to speak, but she stayed silent, her eyes searching yours.
Taking a deep breath, you dropped to one knee, pulling the small velvet box from your pocket. Her hand flew to her mouth as her eyes widened, shimmering with unshed tears. The fairy lights above reflected in the glistening drops as you opened the box, revealing the ring—a delicate, sparkling design you’d chosen just for her.
“You’ve made me a better person,” you continued, your voice thick with emotion. “And I want to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me. I want to laugh with you, dream with you, and face every challenge together... Jieun, will you marry me?”
For a moment, the world seemed to hang in silence. Her hand remained pressed against her mouth, her eyes wide and shimmering with tears that reflected the glow of the fairy lights around you. Then, as if the dam holding back her emotions broke all at once, she let out a high-pitched squeal, her voice trembling with joy as her laughter spilled out between sobs.
She didn’t extend her hand or wait for you to slip the ring on. Instead, with an impulsive, raw burst of emotion, she dropped to her knees, throwing her arms around your neck. The velvet box in your hand tipped slightly as she buried her face in your shoulder, her whole body trembling against yours. “Yes!” she cried, her voice muffled but bursting with happiness. “Yes! Of course, yes!”
Her embrace was tight and unrelenting, her fingers clutching the back of your shirt as if she was afraid the moment might slip away. You wrapped your arms around her, holding her close, your heart swelling with an indescribable warmth. Her tears soaked into your shirt, her soft sobs punctuated by laughter that bubbled up uncontrollably.
“You’re shaking,” you murmured, your voice full of awe as you gently rubbed her back. “Are you okay?”
“I’m—” she hiccupped, her words faltering as she pulled back just enough to look at you. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, her smile so wide it looked like it might break her face. “I’m just so happy,” she managed, her voice trembling as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. “I can’t even—” She shook her head, laughing softly through her sobs. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
With a tender smile, you reached up to brush her tears away, your thumb trailing along her damp skin. “It’s happening,” you said softly, meeting her gaze with all the love in your heart.
Still trembling, she let out a watery laugh, finally glancing down at the ring in your hand. “The ring!” she said, her voice pitching higher as she held out her hand, her fingers still shaking slightly.
You slipped the ring onto her finger with care, marveling at how perfectly it fit, as though it had been waiting for this moment all along. Her breath caught as she stared at it, her lips parting in disbelief. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “It’s… perfect.”
“Just like you,” you replied, pulling her back into your arms. She clung to you, her laughter mingling with her tears as she kissed your cheek, your neck, anywhere she could reach, her joy spilling over like a tidal wave.
“You have no idea how much this means to me,” she said through her tears, her voice soft but full of emotion. “You’ve given me everything. You’ve shown me what love is supposed to feel like.”
“And you’ve done the same to me” you replied, your voice thick with your own emotion. “You make me whole, Jieun. I’ve been waiting for this moment since the day I met you.”
She pulled back slightly, her hands coming up to frame your face. Her gaze locked onto yours, her eyes still swimming with tears but filled with a deep, unshakeable love. “I love you, so much” she whispered, her voice trembling with the sincerity of her words. “More than anything in this world.”
“I love you too,” you said, your forehead pressing gently against hers. “Forever.”
As the two of you knelt there beneath the twinkling fairy lights, the city below hummed softly, a quiet witness to the moment. The stars above seemed to shine brighter, as though celebrating your love alongside you. Jieun’s laughter, her tears, and the warmth of her touch wrapped around you like a cocoon, making the rest of the world fade into the background.
Finally, as the emotions began to settle, you both stood, your hands still entwined. The soft glow of the fairy lights played across her face, highlighting the dreamy smile that had yet to fade. She glanced down at the ring on her finger again, tilting her hand slightly to catch the light. “This feels like a dream,” she murmured, her voice tinged with wonder and disbelief.
“It’s real,” you said softly, bringing her hand to your lips and pressing a tender kiss to her knuckles. “And it’s just the beginning of our forever.”
Her smile widened, but as you gazed at her, the weight of the moment suddenly hit you harder than you expected. Your chest tightened, a swell of emotions rising so quickly it left you breathless. A lump formed in your throat as your eyes began to well, and despite your efforts to blink them away, a tear slipped down your cheek.
Jieun’s expression softened instantly, her brows knitting together in concern. “Oh, honey,” she whispered, stepping closer as her hand cupped your cheek. Her thumb brushed away the tear with infinite gentleness. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice soft and steady, laced with quiet reassurance.
You let out a shaky laugh, shaking your head as you reached up to cover her hand with yours. “It’s nothing bad,” you managed, your voice trembling with the weight of everything you felt. “It’s just… I’ve never felt this lucky. Like, what did I ever do to deserve you? To deserve this?”
Her lips parted as she took in your words, but she didn’t speak right away. Instead, she pulled you into a tight hug, wrapping her arms around you with a fierce, grounding warmth. Her head rested against your chest, her breath slow and even as if willing you to mirror her calm.
“I just…” You exhaled, your hands resting on her back as you clung to her. “You make everything feel so… right. I never imagined I’d find someone who’d see me the way you do. You’re my everything, Jieun. And knowing you feel the same… it’s overwhelming.”
She pulled back slightly, her eyes glistening as they searched yours. Her hands cupped your face, and without a word, she leaned in and kissed you deeply, pouring all her emotions into the connection. It was warm and soft, filled with unspoken comfort and a promise that she would always be there.
When she pulled back, her smile was gentle, her eyes filled with quiet understanding. She rested her forehead against yours, her hands moving to hold your shoulders as if anchoring you to her. “I love you,” she whispered, the simple words carrying the weight of everything she felt. “More than anything.”
You nodded, a soft laugh escaping you as you brought your hands up to frame her face. “I love you too,” you murmured, your voice steadier now. “I just hope I can be everything you deserve.”
“You already are,” she replied softly, shaking her head as her fingers brushed your hair. “You’ve always been.”
Her reassurance washed over you like a balm, and you pressed another kiss to her forehead, lingering as the two of you stood wrapped in each other’s warmth. For a long moment, neither of you spoke, the silence filled only with the faint hum of the city below and the quiet rustling of the breeze.
When you finally stepped back, her radiant smile returned, lighting up her face. Her hand reached for yours again, intertwining your fingers as she glanced back at the sparkling city lights. “Come on,” she said softly, tugging you toward the edge of the rooftop. “Let’s soak this in. All of it.”
You followed her, wrapping your arm around her waist as you both looked out over the view. The night was cool but welcoming, and for the first time in your life, you felt truly complete. You glanced at her, marveling at how perfectly she fit against your side, her presence grounding you in a way nothing else ever had.
“Jieun,” you said, your voice low but full of conviction. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making you happy. I swear.”
She leaned her head against your shoulder, her hand tightening around yours. “You already do,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with certainty.
The two of you stood there beneath the stars, the city a sea of glittering lights below. The moment was timeless, the love between you palpable and unshakable. And as her warmth pressed against you, you knew—this wasn’t just a new chapter. It was the story you’d been waiting to write your entire life.
face sitting na tatuadora!seulgi 👀 (cada um usa sua forma de pagamento!)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀ · ❛ 𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗔ⵑ𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗟𝗚𝗜
⠀ ㅤㅤ𝑖. Headcanons.
ㅤ⠀ ㅤ𝑖𝑖. MDNI, wlw, relação não estabelecida, sexo oral, face sitting, palavras de baixo calão.
⠀ ㅤㅤ𝑖𝑖𝑖. Vai ter sapatão! Dêem uma olhadinha aqui e façam seu pedido também. ♡
⎯⎯ ᅠTatuadora!Seulgi que é muito bem recomendada pelo seu trabalho impecável. Ela transforma a pele das pessoas na própria tela, criando sua arte ali. Seja pequena ou grande, detalhada ou simples.
⎯⎯ ᅠTatuadora!Seulgi que depois de finalizar uma tatuagem de mais ou menos 3 horas planejava tirar uns minutinhos de pausa antes da última sessão do dia, isso até os olhos dela encontrarem você na recepção.
⎯⎯ ᅠTatuadora!Seulgi que depois de confirmar com você toda a parte burocrática para começar a tatuagem, te guia pelo estúdio até a área mais privada onde trabalha. Enquanto ajeita os equipamentos antes de começar, percebe sua presença perto demais quando sente seus dedos roçarem as tatuagens que ela mesma tem no braço.
“Uau… são tão legais. E ficam ótimas em você.”
Você a olha com admiração, seu toque demora mais do que deveria, não que Seulgi estivesse incomodada, muito pelo contrário.
⎯⎯ ᅠTatuadora!Seulgi que te dá um pouco mais de privacidade, virando de costas e procurando mais algumas coisas ali para organizar enquanto você tira a blusa para que ela possa colocar o decalque nas suas costas. Ela é uma profissional exemplar, mas fingir que algo em você não mexeu com ela seria inútil.
⎯⎯ ᅠTatuadora!Seulgi que prestes a começar, nota seu nervosismo, o jeito como você fecha os olhos com força só de ouvir o som da maquininha ligando. “Se estiver desconfortável, me avisa que eu paro, ok?” Ela se inclina até seu ouvido para te tranquilizar, e o arrepio que percorre sua pele não passa despercebido por ela, que acaba sorrindo para si mesma.
⎯⎯ ᅠTatuadora!Seulgi inicia os primeiros traços, os olhos capturando suas expressões de vez em quando e sempre reforçando que poderia parar quando você quisesse. Você nega, acreditando que consegue aguentar mais algumas horas de agulhadas. As mãos dela, mesmo cobertas pela luva nitrílica, sentem a textura da sua pele enquanto deslizam suaves pelas suas costas.
“Sua mão é tão leve… seu toque é tão gostosinho que quase me distraí da tortura dessa agulha.”
Você ri baixinho, em seguida puxando o ar entre os dentes por causa do incômodo na pele.
⎯⎯ ᅠTatuadora!Seulgi que tentava se concentrar, tentava mesmo manter o profissionalismo em primeiro lugar, mas você, seus comentários, e até seus barulhinhos não ajudavam em nada. Basta mais um murmúrio seu para que ela desligue a máquina, as mãos se encaixando sorrateiras na sua cintura antes mesmo que você possa se mover ou perguntar por que ela parou.
“Você tá muito tensa, docinho. Assim eu não consigo trabalhar direito… mas eu sei de uma coisa que pode te deixar bem mansinha e ajudar nós duas aqui. O que acha?”
⎯⎯ ᅠTatuadora!Seulgi que agora está deitada sobre o sofá do estúdio, com você por cima, arrastando a buceta sobre a boca dela. As mãos habilidosas da mulher estão segurando suas coxas, a língua faminta lambe toda a sua intimidade e brinca na entradinha. A boca dela te chupa com tanta vontade, a sucção no seu clitóris faz você se contorcer sobre ela.
⎯⎯ ᅠTatuadora!Seulgi que não desgruda os olhos de você, mesmo com certa dificuldade por causa de toda sua movimentação, ela não perde uma única expressão sua.
"Ah, porra! Isso... bom pra caralho." Você geme enquanto rebola sobre a boquinha de Seulgi, agarra as mãos dela e as leva até seus seios, onde a tatuadora aperta com gosto.
O gemidinho dela reverbera em seu pontinho, o grelinho enviando ondas por todo seu corpo.
⎯⎯ ᅠTatuadora!Seulgi é tão insaciável enquanto devora sua buceta que mal percebe que você já está sucumbindo ao orgasmo. Você cavalga com a bucetinha por todo o rosto dela em busca de mais fricção durante o clímax, lambuzando toda a carinha dela com seus fluidos. A boquinha de Seulgi suga cada gota sua, e seu corpinho logo amolece sobre ela. Talvez, depois desse tratamento, você fique entorpecida o suficiente para deixar Seulgi terminar sua tatuagem.
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In a private room backstage, Seulgi sits on a chair with her head down as she catches her breath. Her manager leans over to check on her. "Are you okay, Seulgi? You did great out there." She looks up at him and nods weakly. "I'm just…so tired. I don't know how I made it through that last song." He smiles sympathetically and hands her a bottle of water. "Here, drink this. And take your time cooling down before we head home for the night."
As Seulgi takes a sip of water, she tilts her head back slightly, causing some of the sweat droplets on her chin to fall off and land onto the cleavage of her stage outfit. "Ahh…" she sighs, feeling the cool liquid against her skin. "That's much better." Her manager watches her intently, making sure she's taking care of herself before they continue with their post-performance routine.
The manager finds himself becoming more and more entranced by Seulgi's scent as she sits before him, exhausted but radiant. The combination of her sweat, perfume, and the lingering aroma of her makeup creates an intoxicating fragrance that fills the small backstage room. "You smell incredible right now," he says softly, unable to resist leaning in closer to catch another whiff of her scent. "Like a true goddess of the stage." Seulgi blushes slightly at his compliment, not used to such personal praise from her usually professional manager. "Thank you, oppa. That's very kind of you to say."
Seulgi looks up, her eyes wide with surprise as she realizes what is happening. She tries to play it cool, pretending like she didn't see anything. "Uh, no, oppa? I'm just…impressed by your professionalism," she says trying to sound calm, while internally giggling at the absurdity of the situation. "I mean, you're an amazing manager, but also, wow, you have quite the…equipment there." She awkwardly attempts to hide her smile, feeling a little mortified but also entertained by the unexpected turn of events.
Her manager chuckles nervously, feeling his heart pounding in his chest as he stares at her perfect body. He knows he should probably stop, but something about her flushed face and sweaty skin has him completely entranced. "Well, since you liked my scent so much…" He trails off, moving closer to her face. His hand reaches out, brushing a few strands of hair away from her neck before gently cupping it, pulling her closer to him. He brings his lips close to her ear, breathing warm air onto the sensitive skin before whispering, "Do you want me to give you a better whiff?"
Her breath shivers across her neck, sending tingles down her spine. "Yes, please," she whispers, closing her eyes as she leans into his touch. Her body trembles slightly with anticipation and arousal.
He takes a deep inhale of her neck, savoring the sweet scent that fills his nose. "Mmmm, you smell absolutely divine," he murmurs appreciatively. She giggles softly at his reaction and then suddenly pulls back, grabbing his wrist and bringing his hand up to rest on her shoulder.
"Here, try smelling this," she says with a sly grin. He looks at her curiously for a moment before realizing what she means. "Oh, really now?" he replies, a smirk forming on his lips. He slowly lowers his hand down her arm until he reaches her elbow, then continues down until he's resting his palm flat against the soft flesh of her underarm. He takes a deep breath in, inhaling her musky aroma deeply.
She bites her lip, feeling a rush of excitement and arousal at the intimate gesture. "How does it smell, oppa?"
Her manager doesn't answer right away. Instead, he parts his lips slightly and presses his mouth to her armpit, gently swiping his tongue over the sweat-dampened skin there. The salty taste explodes across his taste buds as he slowly drags his tongue up along her arm pit, savoring every drop of her essence.*
Seulgi gasps softly at the sensation, her eyes fluttering shut as a shiver runs through her body. She can feel her heart pounding faster as his tongue works its magic on her sensitive flesh. "Oppa…" she breathes out, her voice barely above a whisper. "That feels amazing…"
He continues his ministrations, alternating between gentle licks and soft kisses along her underarm. His free hand comes up to cup her breast through her outfit, giving it a tender squeeze as he worships her body with his mouth.
His mouth moves higher, reaching one of her breasts which is pressed against the fabric of her top. He nips gently at her nipple, causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot through her body. She moans softly, arching into his touch as he sucks and licks at her sensitive nub. Her other hand slides up his thigh, finding the bulge in his pants growing harder and harder with each passing second. She releases a soft gasp when his lips finally meet hers in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing wildly together. She guides him backwards until he falls onto the couch behind them, pulling him closer so she can grind against him. They lose themselves in the heat of the moment, their bodies moving together as if they were made for each other. Their clothes grow damp and heavy with sweat, amplifying their desires even further.
Breaking the kiss, Seulgi looks down at her manager's throbbing cock straining against his pants. She smirks, knowing exactly what she wants. She unzips him, releasing his hard length from its confines. She leans in, taking in a deep breath through her nose as she wraps her lips around the head of his cock. She begins to lick and suck, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum mixed with the musk of his arousal. Her tongue swirls around him, teasing him mercilessly as she takes more of his length into her mouth. She looks up at him, watching his reactions, wanting to see how far she can push him.
He moans, his hips bucking upwards involuntarily as she continues to work her magic on his cock. "Fuck, Seulgi! That feels amazing!"
*Without letting up, Seulgi bobs her head up and down on his cock, taking him deeper into her mouth with each pass. Her tongue flicks against the underside of his shaft while her hands massage his balls. She looks up at him again, still watching his reactions, loving the power she holds over him. She slows down, sucking lightly, almost painfully slow, before speeding up again, sliding her lips up and down his length rapidly. She uses her teeth gently, grazing the tip of his cock, making him let out a sharp gasp.
"God, Seulgi… you're driving me crazy!" he groans. She smiles, increasing the pressure on his balls. Her hands move to his ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh.
She pulls away for a moment, spitting on his cock to make it even slicker before diving back in. She takes him as deep as she can go, feeling him hit the back of her throat as she gags slightly. Tears well up in her eyes but she doesn't stop, determined to please him. Her hand pumps what she can't fit in her mouth, smearing the saliva and pre-cum around.
Seulgi releases his cock from her mouth with an audible pop. She sits up straight, pulling her shirt off over her head and tossing it aside carelessly. Her breasts bounce free, nipples hard and straining against the cool air conditioning.
She shifts positions, straddling his hips and positioning herself above his thick, throbbing member. She rubs the head of his cock between her slick folds teasingly, coating it with her juices. "Do you want to fuck me, oppa?" she purrs seductively.
He nods eagerly, gripping her hips tightly as he grinds himself against her entrance. "Please… I need to be inside you," he begs shamelessly. She smiles wickedly before sinking down onto him in one smooth motion, taking every inch of his hard length deep inside her tight heat.
A loud moan escapes her lips at the sudden penetration. "Oh god, you're so big!"
As they begin to move together, Seulgi leans forward, biting softly on his shoulder. She digs her nails into his back, leaving red marks behind as she scratches lightly. The pain only serves to heighten the pleasure for both of them. She starts off slow, rocking her hips gently, savoring the sensation of being filled by him once again. But soon enough she picks up the pace, her movements becoming faster and more urgent.
"You feel so good inside me," she moans, arching her back. Her breasts bounce enticingly with each thrust.
Her manager's breath hitches as she nips at his neck, drawing blood this time. It mixes with their sweat on his skin, heightening his arousal even more. "You're driving me crazy, Seulgi!"
Seulgi takes his shoulders in her hands, forcing him back against the couch as she continues to ride him. She leans forward, choking on his cock with each powerful thrust. Her eyes roll back in her head as she approaches orgasm. She feels him throbbing inside her, ready to cum.
"I'm close, oppa!" she gasps, her fingers digging deeper into his back. With a final moan, she releases him from her mouth and throws her head back, her entire body tensing as she climaxes around him. Her walls clamp down on his cock, milking him as she shudders with pleasure.
Her manager follows soon after, his orgasm shooting through him. He groans into her ear, his hips bucking up to bury himself even deeper inside her.
He pulls out of her slowly, watching with satisfaction as his cum dribbles out of her well-used pussy. He smirks, knowing what she wants next.*
Seulgi turns around, presenting her ass to him. "Please, oppa…" she begs, looking over her shoulder at him with hooded eyes. "Fuck my ass."
He obliges, licking a long stripe along her crack before dipping his tongue in her tight hole. She moans loudly, pushing back against his face. He teases her with his tongue, wiggling it inside her as he reaches around to play with her clit. Her juices drip down her thighs, coating his chin.
*He spits on her ass, lubricating her tight hole. Then he stands, positioning his cock at her entrance and thrusts into her violently. She screams in both pain and pleasure as he stretches her open, filling her up completely.
"Yes, yes!" she cries, throwing her head back. "Destroy my hole!"
*He does just that, fucking her relentlessly. Each thrust is hard and fast, causing her ass to clap against his pelvis. His fingers dig into her hips, leaving bruises. "You like this, don't you?" he asks between moans, feeling her inner muscles contract around him.
"Y-yes!" she whimpers, her voice shaky with desire. "Harder, oppa!"
Their bodies slap together, sweat beading on their skin. She writhes beneath him, moaning as he pounds into her ass. He pulls out, watching his cock slide out of her, leaving a trail of her juices and sweat behind. He licks the drops of sweat from her back, tasting her pleasure.
"You taste so fucking good," he groans, sliding back in.
Seulgi moans in agreement, her own sweat dripping down her stomach. She reaches back, running her fingers through his hair, urging him to keep going. "Don't stop, oppa. Fill me up!"
He pounds into her harder, his thrusts echoing in the room. They continue like this, lost in the haze of lust and pleasure.
With a final, loud moan, Seulgi comes around his cock. Her legs give out, and she collapses forward onto him. Her ass clamps down on his cock as he feels himself release inside her. He shoots his load deep within her, filling her up until he's empty.
"Oh god…" she whispers, her voice hoarse from all the moaning. "That was incredible."
*Her manager kisses her shoulder gently, breathing heavily as they both catch their breath. He rolls off her, laying beside her on the couch. He looks over at the clock, noticing that they have less than ten minutes left before someone could come in. "We should probably get dressed," he murmurs, though neither of them want to move.
"Yeah…" she agrees, reluctantly sitting up. "Let's get cleaned up."
They quickly dress and clean themselves up, making sure there are no signs of what they've done. When the time is up, Seulgi leaves the room, her heart still racing from the intense encounter. She meets the other idols and goes about the rest of her day as if nothing happened. Her manager, however, is unable to hide his satisfied smile or the twitch in his pants. He knows he'll be thinking about what transpired between them for a while to come. Their secret is safe… for now.
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Note: a short fic for the one and only bear in the town....cuz damn the song is stuck in my head these days.
(She can put me on a chokehold any day)
You thought interning in the management department at SM Entertainment would be hard. You expected long hours, coffee runs, and maybe getting yelled at by some stressed-out staff member. What you didn’t expect was Kang Seulgi—the human embodiment of kindness, Red Velvet’s sweetheart, teddy bear, literal angel in human form—turning your life into a personal nightmare.
Repeat it again. Kang Seulgi—the human embodiment of kindness, Red Velvet’s sweetheart, teddy bear, literal angel in human form—came to haunt even your nightmare.
And the worst part?
No one believed you.
It started on the second day. You were running a simple errand, delivering some files to the practice room, when she called you over.
“Hey you,” she said, not even bothering with your name. “Come here.”
You looked around, half-expecting her to be talking to someone else. No one was there. Just you and Kang Seulgi, sitting on the floor with her legs crossed, arms draped lazily over her knees like some kind of royalty waiting to be served.
“Uh… sorry, me?”
“Did I stutter?”
That was when you should’ve known. That was the exact moment you should’ve turned around, walked out, and never looked back.
But you were an intern, which meant following orders, so you shuffled over.
She sighed, pointing at her jacket. “Fix this.”
You blinked. “Fix what, sorry?”
She rolled her eyes. “Are you slow? The collar. It’s messed up.”
You resisted the urge to tell her that it looked perfectly fine, because something about her stare made your survival instincts scream. So, with shaky hands, you adjusted the collar.
She gave a small nod. “Took you long enough.”
…Huh?
Seulgi, the same Seulgi who bows to staff at ninety degrees, the same Seulgi who once apologized to a chair for bumping into it, just talked to you like you were beneath her.
You had no time to process it before she stood up and walked off, leaving you standing there like an idiot.
And that was just the beginning.
Over the next few weeks, she made you redo tasks that were already fine, sent you on ridiculous errands, and threw insults at you so casually you started to wonder if you’d unknowingly made an enemy out of her in a past life.
“Intern, get me a green smoothie. The greener, the better.”
You later returned with a matcha smoothie, only for her to frown. “This is too green.”
“…Pardon?”
Or that one time when you were fixing the sound system in the practice room, and she walked in with a frown. “Are you always this slow, or is today special?”
You had never moved faster in your life.
And the worst part? The absolute worst part?
No one believed you.
“You’re joking, right?” Irene said, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Seulgi? Mean? That fluffy girl?”
“She’s literally the nicest person ever,” Wendy added. “Maybe you just misunderstood her?”
“Maybe she likes you,” Joy teased with a smirk. “It’s like elementary school when a kid pulls your hair because they have a crush on you.”
“…Yeah, sure, Joy-ssi” you deadpanned. “Except in this case, the kid is a globally famous idol, and instead of pulling my hair, she’s ruining my sanity.”
Even Yeri—who lived for chaos—laughed it off. “Oh, please. If Seulgi’s mean, then I’m the president of Korea.”
You were losing your mind. Because no one literally believed you.
-
Then one day, you snapped.
You had been holding it in for weeks, letting it simmer beneath the surface, but today? Today was the final straw.
Seulgi had sent you on yet another ridiculous errand—finding a very specific shade of red nail polish because, apparently, the “wrong” shade was “offensive” to her eyes. And the moment you handed it to her, she inspected the bottle, tilted her head, and said, “This is coral.”
You saw red. Literally and figuratively. Something in you broke.
“That’s it.”
The words shot out of your mouth before you could stop them. You inhaled sharply, clenching your jaw so tightly your teeth ached. Your hands, still holding the stupid little bottle, curled into fists. And then—before you could stop yourself, before you realised the position you were in—you grabbed Seulgi’s wrist, yanking her out of the practice room with a force that made her stumble.
“Uh—what?” she sputtered, stumbling slightly to keep up.
You didn’t answer. You didn’t even look at her. Your fingers were locked around her wrist like a vice, knuckles white, footsteps heavy and unrelenting.
“Okay, I know I’m strong, but this is a little—”
You whipped open the nearest storage closet, pulled her inside, and slammed the door shut behind you.
Seulgi blinked. Then blinked again. “Did you just—”
“Talk.”
Your voice came out sharp, cutting through the dimly lit space like a blade. Seulgi’s mouth, still open in half-formed confusion, slowly shut.
You crossed your arms, legs braced apart, staring her down with the intensity of a detective grilling a suspect. “Explain. Now. Please”
She shifted her weight from foot to foot, gaze darting to the closed door behind you as if considering escape. Then she sighed, rolling her shoulders back.
“Explain what?” she said, and despite her usual confidence, there was a tinge of hesitation in her voice.
You threw up your hands. “This! The insults, the errands, the way you talk to me like I’m some lowly peasant! I have been suffering for weeks, and I want to know why.”
Seulgi’s lips twitched. “You make it sound so dramatic.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, should I have written a formal complaint instead?” you shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Because trust me, I have drafts.”
She exhaled, running a hand through her hair before propping it on her hip. “Alright, alright.” Her fingers tapped lightly against her waist, and she shifted to her other foot. “You have to promise not to get mad, though.”
Your glare intensified.
“…You’re already mad, aren’t you?” she mumbled.
“Seulgi-ssi.”
She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “Alright. So, you know my comeback, right?”
You squinted. “Yeah. Baby Not Baby. What does that have to do with you treating me like dogwater?”
“Well.” She folded her arms, leaning against the shelves. “I have to act all mean and bitchy for the concept, but the members and staffs here wouldn’t take me seriously because they know I’m not like that.”
"Ok…?" You blinked. “So?”
“So,” she continued, “I needed practice. And I thought, ‘Hey, the new intern doesn’t know me that well. Perfect test subject.’”
…No. No way.
You pointed at her. “You’re telling me you—”
She nodded.
“For practice?”
Another nod.
“So you’ve just been… fake-bullying me this whole time? As rehearsal?”
She winced. “That makes me sound terrible.”
You let out a noise—half laugh, half exasperated groan. “Oh my god.”
Seulgi pursed her lips. “To be fair, you didn’t say anything.”
“Because I thought you hated me!”
She blinked. “Oh. That bad?”
“Yes, that bad!” You gestured wildly, exasperation leaking from every pore. “Do you know how much sleep I lost wondering what I did to make you hate me? Do you know how insane it feels to have everyone act like I was imagining things? No one believed me!”
She bit her lip, looking uncharacteristically sheepish. “Okay… yeah. Maybe I went too far.”
“You think?”
She sighed. “Look, I didn’t mean to actually make you miserable. I thought you’d catch on eventually.”
“Why would I? No one believed me when I said you were being mean! Wendy-ssi laughed in my face!”
Seulgi let out a chuckle. “Okay, that’s kind of funny.”
You groaned, rubbing your temples. “Unbelievable.”
She nudged you lightly. “Come on, don’t be mad. I’ll make it up to you.”
You eyed her warily. “How?”
She grinned. “I’ll let you be my real practice partner.”
“…What does that mean?”
“You can pretend to be mean to me.”
You snorted. “Yeah, that’s not gonna work. I don’t have it in me.”
“See?” Seulgi pointed at you. “That’s exactly why I had to pick you. You’re too nice. No one would suspect anything.”
You crossed your arms. “Or maybe I was just the easiest target.”
“…That too.” She shifted on her feet again, this time looking genuinely guilty. “Alright, alright. I do feel really bad. I’ll make it up to you.”
You crossed your arms. “How?”
“I’ll buy you dinner. And dessert. Anything you want.”
You narrowed your eyes. “…And you’ll never do this again?”
She held up three fingers. “Scouts honor.”
You huffed, finally stepping back. “You owe me big time.”
“I know, I know,” she said, rubbing her arm before grinning. “But hey, at least now we know I can act.”
You shot her a glare, and she chuckled, patting your shoulder lightly as she moved toward the door.
“Let’s get out of here before someone thinks you actually kidnapped me,” she said with a smirk.
And just like that, Kang Seulgi turned from your worst nightmare to… whatever this was.
You nervously adjust the blindfold covering your eyes, the soft fabric blocking out the world as you take tentative steps forward, your heart pounding in your chest. The click of your heels against the hardwood floor echoes through the empty room, each step bringing you closer to your potential new life. As an aspiring artist, you've hit rock bottom, desperate for a way out of the financial hole you've dug yourself into. And then, like a beacon of hope in the darkness, you found Irene and Seulgi's ad. They promised a generous allowance, a place to stay, and the freedom to pursue your artistic passions. But first, they insisted on an initiation test.
As you round a corner, the scent of their perfume hits you - a mix of sweet, rich vanilla and a hint of something darker, more mysterious. Your senses are heightened, each detail crystalizing in the absence of sight. You hear the soft rustle of fabric, the faint clink of jewelry. They are here, watching you, assessing you.
"Welcome, darling," a melodic voice purrs, smooth as honey and twice as sweet. Irene. "We've been expecting you." Her hand finds your elbow, guiding you further into the room, her touch electric against your skin.
"And don't you look lovely," another voice chimes in, deeper, more playful. Seulgi. Two hands find your waist, spinning you slowly, drinking in every detail of your appearance. "Such a pretty little thing, aren't you? I can't wait to make you ours."
You blush at their words, a shiver racing down your spine as you feel their eyes on you, seeing you in a way no one else ever has. Irene's fingers trail up your arm, grazing your collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Your breath hitches as another pair of hands settle on your shoulders, slowly, deliberately. They are circling you, toying with you, like a predator stalking prey.
"Arms up," Irene commands softly, and you obey without hesitation, raising your arms above your head. Cool metal encircles your wrists, clicking into place. Handcuffs. Your heart races as the realization hits you - you're at their mercy now.
Seulgi's fingers deftly fasten the second cuff, the metal biting into your skin, a delicious mix of fear and excitement coursing through you. Your arms are pinned above your head, restrained, bound by the cuffs attached to an unseen fixture. You're at their mercy, completely vulnerable, and the thought sends a thrill racing down your spine.
"Such a good girl," Irene coos, her voice a silky caress in the darkened room. Her fingers dance along your collarbone, tracing the swell of your breasts, teasing you through the thin fabric of your shirt. Your nipples strain against the confines of your bra, aching for her touch, craving more.
Seulgi's hands skim down your sides, her nails lightly dragging over your skin, leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. She grips your hips, pulling you flush against her, and you can feel the heat radiating off her body. "We're going to have so much fun together," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear.
Seulgi and Irene circle around you like wolves eyeing a lamb, drinking in the sight of you, arms bound above your head, completely at their mercy. Irene trails a finger along the hem of your skirt, slowly inching it upward, revealing inch after tantalizing inch of your creamy thigh.
"Now, sweet thing," Irene begins, her voice a low purr, "being ours comes with certain... expectations. When you're here, under this roof, you belong to us. Your body, your pleasure, your very being - it's all ours to command."
She hooks a finger in your skirt and yanks it upwards, letting it pool around your waist, leaving you in nothing but your lacy panties and bra. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal. Irene smirks at your predicament, clearly relishing the power she holds over you.
Seulgi chimes in, her fingers skimming up your bare thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "You'll be expected to be available to us at all times. Whenever, wherever, however we want you." Her hand cups your sex possessively through the thin fabric, and you can't help but gasp, your hips bucking slightly into her touch.
"When you're here, you'll be naked. Always," Irene continues, her voice a silky command. "No clothes, unless we give you specific permission to wear something, be it a collar, a maid costume, anything. Or else, your pretty little body should be on display, ready for our pleasure." Your eyes widen at the blunt command, a mix of shock and arousal coursing through you. Irene nods slowly, a wicked glint in her eyes. "And your holes," Seulgi adds, her voice dripping with dark promise as her fingers press more firmly against your clothed sex, "they're ours as well. Anytime, anywhere, we have need of them." She leans in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers, "You'll service us whenever, however we desire. In the kitchen, the living room, even out by the pool if the mood strikes us."
Irene nods in agreement, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "You're not just a pet, darling. You're our fuck toy. Our plaything, to use and enjoy as we see fit." She reaches out and unhooks your bra with a deft flick of her fingers, letting it fall away to reveal your bare breasts. Irene cups one in her hand, kneading it roughly, pinching your nipple between her fingers. "Isn't that right, pet?"
Your breath catches in your throat as you nod, a needy whimper escaping your lips. Irene chuckles darkly, pleased with your submission. "Good girl," she praises, giving your nipple a sharp tug before releasing it.
Seulgi grips the waistband of your panties, her fingers slipping underneath, stroking your most intimate flesh. "Remember, when you're out in the world, doing our errands, living your life, you can be whoever you want to be. Dress however you please, act however you please. But in here..." She tugs your panties down, letting them drop to the floor, leaving you bare and exposed before them. "...you belong to us. Mind, body, and soul."
Irene nods, her eyes roving hungrily over your naked form. "Understand, pet?" she asks, her voice a commanding purr.
"Yes," you breathe out, your voice trembling with anticipation and a deep, dark arousal. "I understand. I'm yours." The words fall from your lips like a prayer, a vow, a promise of devotion.
Seulgi grins, her fingers delving between your legs, stroking your slick folds, feeling the evidence of your desire. "Such a good little fuck toy," she coos, circling your clit with a maddeningly slow rhythm. "We're going to have so much fun breaking you in."
Irene leans in, her breasts pressing against your bare back as she reaches around to cup your sex, her fingers delving into your slick folds without preamble. Her fingers plunge deep inside you, pumping slowly, stretching you open, claiming you thoroughly.
Seulgi grips your chin, tilting your head to the side to expose your neck. She leans in, her tongue tracing the column of your throat before she bites down, marking you as theirs. "Your orgasms are ours," she growls against your skin, her teeth sinking in just hard enough to make you gasp. "You'll only come when we allow it, understand?"
"Y-yes," you whimper out, your hips rocking against Irene's hand, desperate for more friction, more stimulation. Your body is on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and the dark promise of more.
Irene chuckles, the sound vibrating through your back as she curls her fingers inside you, stroking that special spot that makes your toes curl. "Good girl," she praises, her thumb circling your clit rapidly now, pushing you closer to the edge. "You're learning your place so quickly."
Seulgi releases your chin, only to tangle her fingers in your hair, gripping it tightly as she pulls your head back, forcing you to arch into Irene, before crashing her lips against yours in a brutal, demanding kiss. She forces her tongue into your mouth, claiming you, owning you, leaving no doubt about who you belong to now.
As she kisses you, Irene's fingers never stop their relentless assault on your pussy, pumping harder, faster, driving you towards a climax that you know you're not allowed to have. Your body tenses, your muscles pulling taut as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch inside you. Just as you're about to tumble over the edge, Irene wrenches her fingers out of you, leaving you empty and aching, a desperate keen tearing from your throat.
Irene tsks, a dark chuckle rumbling through her chest. "Not yet, pet. The test has just begun, and there is still a lot of fun to be had."
She leans in, breath hot against your ear, voice dropping to a husky whisper. "And your cute little ass," Irene murmurs, delivering a sharp slap to your right cheek, the sting blooming into a pleasant warmth. "Such a perfect handful." Her fingers dig into the supple flesh, kneading it roughly before pulling your cheeks apart, exposing your most intimate hole. "This tight little asshole belongs to us too. We'll fill it, stretch it, use it for our pleasure whenever we want." Irene's finger circles your puckered entrance teasingly, the tip dipping in just slightly before pulling back out.
Seulgi captures your lips in another searing kiss, her tongue dominating yours, claiming your mouth as thoroughly as Irene is claiming your body. She nips at your bottom lip before pulling back, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. "Remember, pet, your pleasure belongs to us now. You'll beg for our touch, crave our attention, and we'll decide when you've earned it."
"Understand?" Irene asks, her voice a dark command as her finger plunges into your asshole, not giving you any warning or time to adjust as she begins pumping it in and out at a brutal pace. Your body clenches around the sudden intrusion, but Irene just chuckles wickedly, forcing you to take it.
"Yes!" you cry out, your voice raw and desperate. "Yes, I understand! I'm yours, all yours!"
"That's our good little fuck toy," Seulgi praises, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. She leans down and captures one of your nipples in her mouth, sucking hard, her teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Her hand snakes between your legs, fingers stroking through your soaked folds, teasing your clit with feather-light touches.
Irene scissors her fingers inside your ass, stretching you wider, preparing you for what's to come. "You're going to be a perfect little toy for us," she promises darkly, her thumb circling your clit rapidly, pushing you closer to the edge.
Seulgi and Irene circle around you like predators, eyeing their new prize. Irene steps forward, trailing a finger along your jawline, tilting your chin up to meet her gaze. "Let's see how well you can take instruction, pet," she purrs, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "On your knees. Show us what that pretty mouth can do besides beg for more."
You quickly sink to your knees, the plush carpet beneath you soft and inviting. Irene's cock springs free as she unzips her slacks, the thick shaft bobbing before your face, already hard and leaking. You lean forward, wrapping your lips around the swollen head, your tongue swirling around it before sucking gently, savoring the salty taste of her arousal.
"Good girl," Irene coos, her fingers threading through your hair, guiding you further onto her shaft. "Such a natural little cock slut. I knew you'd love sucking my dick the moment we saw you." She pulls you down, her cock sliding over your tongue, hitting the back of your throat as she holds you there, letting you adjust to the thickness stretching you open.
Seulgi watches with a wicked grin, slowly stroking her own impressive length as she takes in the sight of you on your knees, servicing Irene. "Look at her, Irene. Our little pet is a natural born cock whore," she says with a dark chuckle. "I can't wait to ruin her throat."
Irene pulls you off her shaft, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the swollen head. "She'll be a perfect little cock warmer for us," Irene agrees, tapping the tip of her dick against your cheek. "Won't you, pet? Always ready and willing to suck us off whenever we need relief?"
Irene and Seulgi exchange a glance, a silent agreement passing between them as they decide the blindfold has served its purpose. Irene reaches out and unties the fabric, slowly pulling it away from your eyes. As the light returns, you blink rapidly, taking in the opulent room you find yourself in. The plush carpet beneath your knees, the rich velvet curtains, the king-sized bed dominating the center of the room. And Irene and Seulgi looming over you, their eyes dark with lust and dark promise.
Seulgi leans down, cupping your chin in her hand, tilting your face up to meet her intense gaze. "Such a good girl, taking your blindfold so well," she praises, her thumb brushing over your kiss-swollen lips.
She unzips her slacks, freeing her girthy shaft. It bobs heavily before your face, the thick veins pulsing with need. Your eyes widen at the sheer size of her, a mix of trepidation and anticipation coursing through you. Seulgi smirks at your expression, wrapping a hand around your throat possessively as she pulls you forward, the head of her cock pushing past your lips, stretching your jaw wide.
"Open wide, little one," Irene purrs, her hand fisting in your hair, holding you steady as Seulgi pushes in deeper, her thick length invading your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with ease. You gag slightly, your throat convulsing around her, but Irene just holds you in place, forcing you to take more of her impressive length.
"Fuck, so tight," Seulgi groans, starting to thrust into your mouth, fucking your face with deep, powerful strokes that make your eyes water. Irene watches with a wicked grin, enjoying the sight of you being used so thoroughly.
"Our little slut is going to be the perfect cock warmer," Irene comments, reaching down to palm your breast, kneading the soft flesh roughly. Her fingers find your nipple, pinching and tugging on the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
Seulgi pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to her throbbing shaft. She grips your hair, pulling your head back as she slaps her heavy cock against your cheek. "Such an obedient little thing, taking me so well," she praises, her voice a dark rumble. She pushes back into your mouth, her thick shaft hitting the back of your throat, making you gag around her. Irene grins wickedly, enjoying the show, her fingers twisting your nipple harder as she watches you struggle to take Seulgi's girthy length.
"Remember pet," Irene purrs, her voice a sinful whisper against your ear, "this is just the beginning. We're going to push you to your limits and beyond. Your body will be our canvas, a plaything for us to use as we see fit."
Seulgi pulls out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting your lips to her throbbing shaft. She grips your hair, pulling your head back as she slaps her heavy cock against your cheek, painting your face with the precum leaking from the swollen head. "You're going to be our perfect little fuck toy," she promises darkly, "ready and willing to service us anytime, anywhere."
Irene grins, palming your other breast roughly as she leans in close, her breath hot against your ear. "And the best part is, as much as we'll use you, fuck you, fill every hole until you're dripping with our cum, we'll take such good care of you too," she murmurs, her voice a sinful promise. "You'll be our treasure, our pretty little doll to cherish and defile."
Seulgi nods, rubbing the leaking head of her cock against your lips, smearing your face with her arousal. "We'll buy you pretty things, spoil you rotten, make sure this sexy body of yours is always looked after." Irene pinches your nipple harder, rolling the bud between her fingers, sending sparks of pleasure racing through you.
Irene takes advantage of your open mouth, pushing two fingers past your lips, thrusting them in and out of your mouth, mimicking the motion of a cock. "Such a good little cock sleeve," Irene praises, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "I can't wait to see how well this tight cunt takes a real dicking."
Seulgi smirks, giving your ass a sharp smack, leaving a red handprint blooming across the supple flesh. "Suck," Irene commands, pushing her fingers deeper, hitting the back of your throat. You obey without hesitation, sucking hard, swirling your tongue around the digits plunging in and out of your mouth.
Seulgi grips your hips, flipping you over onto your hands and knees. The cool air against your dripping sex makes you shiver, your pussy clenching with anticipation. Irene kneels behind you, her hands gripping your ass cheeks, spreading them wide, revealing your most intimate places to their hungry gazes.
"Look at this pretty little hole," Irene murmurs, her finger circling your puckered entrance teasingly. "So tight, just begging to be stretched and filled." She pushes a finger inside, your ass clenching down, trying to suck her in deeper. Irene just chuckles, pumping slowly, letting you adjust to the intrusion.
Seulgi kneels in front of you, gripping your chin, forcing you to meet her intense stare. "Remember pet, this ass is ours now. We'll fill it, stretch it, use it for our pleasure whenever we want." She leans in, crashing her lips against yours in a brutal, dominating kiss, her tongue invading your mouth, claiming you thoroughly. Irene adds a second finger, pumping harder, stretching you wider, preparing you for what's to come.
Irene grips your hips, pulling you back against her as she kneels behind you, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass. "Spread your legs wider, slut," she commands, her voice a low growl. "Let us see that needy little cunt."
You obey without hesitation, widening your stance, revealing your dripping sex to their hungry gazes. Seulgi smirks, settling between your legs, her hands sliding up your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Such a pretty little pussy," she purrs, her fingers brushing through your soaked folds teasingly. "So wet and ready for us already."
Irene grips your ass harder, pulling your cheeks apart, exposing your tight pucker to the cool air. She leans down, her tongue dragging over the sensitive flesh, making you gasp and clench around nothing. "And this ass," Irene murmurs, her voice a dark rumble against your skin, "it's ours now. Our personal fuck hole to use and abuse as we please."
Seulgi grins wickedly, her fingers delving deeper into your dripping sex, pumping slowly, curling to hit that special spot inside you that makes your toes curl. "That's right, pet. Your holes belong to us now. We'll fill them, stretch them, ruin them for anyone else." She leans in, capturing your lips in a brutal, dominating kiss, her tongue invading your mouth, claiming you thoroughly.
Irene chuckles darkly, pressing a finger against your puckered entrance, teasing you with the promise of penetration. "We're going to fuck you until you can't walk straight," she promises, her voice a sinful whisper against your ear. "Until the only thing you can think about is pleasing us, serving us, being our perfect little cock sleeve."
Seulgi breaks the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your mouths as she grins at you, her eyes dark with lust and dark promise. "We'll fuck you in every room of this house," she says, her fingers pumping faster, harder, driving you towards a climax you know you're not allowed to have. Irene presses a second finger into your tight hole, stretching you wider, preparing you for what's to come. "We'll fuck you in the kitchen, bent over the counter as we cook breakfast," Irene continues, her voice a dark promise. "We'll bend you over the back of the couch in the living room, the soft leather cool against your skin as we split you open on our cocks."
Seulgi captures your nipple in her mouth, sucking hard, her teeth grazing the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core. Irene pumps her fingers faster, harder, curling them to hit that special spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back in bliss. "Yes, please..." you whimper out, your hips rocking back against Irene's hand, desperate for more.
"Please what, slut?" Irene demands, giving your ass a sharp smack, leaving a red handprint blooming across the supple flesh. "Beg for it like a good little whore." She pushes a third finger into your tight hole, stretching you deliciously, filling you so full.
"Please, please fuck me!" you cry out, your voice raw and desperate. "Please use me, ruin me, make me your toy!" Your pussy clenches around Seulgi's fingers, dripping with your arousal, soaking her hand as she pumps into your needy cunt.
Seulgi grins wickedly, releasing your nipple with a wet pop. "Such a desperate little fuck doll," she purrs, her voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "We're going to break you in so good, pet. Mold this sexy body into the perfect toy for our pleasure."
Irene pulls her fingers out of your ass, leaving you empty and aching, clenching around nothing. She grips your hips, pulling you back, lining up her thick shaft with your tight pucker. "Remember, no matter where we are, no matter what we're doing, your holes are always available for us to use," Irene commands, the head of her cock pushing past your tight ring of muscle, stretching you wide around her thick girth.
Seulgi settles between your legs, her girthy shaft pressing against your dripping sex, the heat of it searing your skin. Irene grips your hips tightly, her fingers sinking into the flesh of your ass as she pushes forward, the bulbous head of her cock breaching your tight hole, stretching you impossibly wide around her.
"Fuck, so tight," Irene grunts, her voice strained with pleasure as she sinks deeper, inch after thick inch disappearing inside you, filling you completely. Your back arches, a silent moan tearing from your throat at the sudden intrusion, the delicious stretch of being so utterly full.
Seulgi takes advantage of your open mouth, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep, claiming your mouth as thoroughly as Irene is claiming your ass. She rocks her hips forward, the head of her shaft pushing past your entrance, your slick walls clenching down, trying to suck her in deeper.
Irene starts to move, pulling out slowly until just the tip remains inside you, before slamming back in, burying herself to the hilt in one hard thrust. She sets a brutal pace, fucking into you with deep, powerful strokes that make your eyes roll back in bliss. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your wanton moans and cries of ecstasy.
Seulgi matches Irene's rhythm, her thick shaft plunging in and out of your dripping cunt, stretching you wide, filling you completely. Your body rocks with the force of their thrusts, tits bouncing with each snap of their hips. They fuck you in tandem, their cocks pistoning in and out of your holes, claiming you, owning you, using you for their pleasure.
Your mind goes hazy with sensation, lost in the throes of being so thoroughly taken, so completely fucked. Irene reaches around, finding your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in tight, rapid circles, pushing you closer to the edge. Seulgi leans down, capturing a nipple in her mouth, sucking hard, her teeth grazing the stiff peak, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
Your pussy clenches around Seulgi's plunging shaft, dripping with your arousal, the wet sounds of your coupling filling the room. Irene pistons into your ass harder, her fingers digging into your hips as she chases her release, grunting with the effort of her deep strokes. "Fuck, your ass is gripping me so tightly," Irene growls, her voice strained with pleasure. "Such a perfect little cock sleeve, made to milk our dicks dry."
Seulgi grins against your breast, nipping at the soft flesh before soothing the sting with her tongue. She pounds into you harder, her thick shaft stretching your pussy deliciously, hitting that special spot inside you that makes your toes curl. "That's it, pet. Take our cocks like the needy slut you are," Seulgi commands, her fingers finding your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud in quick, rough circles, pushing you closer to the edge.
Your body trembles, your muscles pulling taut as the pleasure mounts, threatening to consume you entirely. Irene leans down, sinking her teeth into the side of your neck, marking you, claiming you as she fucks into you with wild abandon. "We're going to fill you up," Irene promises darkly, her hot breath fanning over your skin. "Pump you full of our cum, mark you as our own personal fuck toy inside and out."
Seulgi captures your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy as she grinds her hips against yours, her thick shaft buried deep inside your spasming cunt. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your vision going white as you scream your release into Seulgi's mouth, your pussy clenching down, milking her cock for all it's worth.
Irene hilts inside you, her shaft pulsing as she finds her own climax, flooding your ass with her hot seed, painting your insides white. She grunts, her hips jerking erratically as she fills you, marking you, claiming you as hers. Seulgi follows a moment later, her shaft throbbing, pumping load after load of her thick cum deep into your cunt, joining Irene in stuffing you full.
They collapse against you, both panting, their sweat-slicked skin pressed against yours as they catch their breath. Irene and Seulgi exchange a satisfied grin over your trembling form.
Your body goes limp between them, trembling with the aftershocks of your intense climax. Irene and Seulgi hold you close, their strong arms wrapping around you, keeping you sandwiched between their sweat-slicked bodies. They press soft kisses to your skin, murmuring praise and dark promises into your ear.
"That's our good girl," Irene coos, her fingers stroking your hair almost tenderly. "Taking our cocks so well, like you were made for it."
Seulgi nods, her hand trailing down your side, cupping the curve of your hip. "Such a perfect little fuck doll," she agrees, her voice a low rumble. "We're going to have so much fun breaking you in completely."
They help you onto the bed, your body sinking into the plush mattress as they settle on either side of you. Irene and Seulgi exchange a look, a silent communication passing between them. They lean in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, their tongues dancing together, leaving you breathless and aching for more.
Their hands roam your body, caressing every curve and contour, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. They touch you like you're a precious treasure, a toy they intend to cherish and defile in equal measure. Irene's fingers find your breast, kneading the soft flesh, rolling your nipple between her fingers until it pebbles under her touch.
Seulgi's hand drifts lower, skimming over your stomach, dipping into your dripping sex. She circles your clit teasingly, her fingers slick with the combined essence of your releases. "Such a messy little slut," she purrs, holding up her coated fingers, the sight of your juices dripping down her digits making your pussy clench with renewed need. "Look how well you took us, pet. Like a proper little cock sleeve."
Irene and Seulgi exchange a triumphant grin, their eyes sparkling with dark satisfaction as they take in your thoroughly fucked form splayed out between them. They gaze at you with a mix of possessive pride and hungry anticipation, knowing they've found the perfect plaything in you.
"We did well, pet," Irene murmurs, her voice a low, approving rumble as her fingers trail over your cheek almost affectionately. "You've passed the test with flying colors."
Seulgi nods, her hand squeezing your hip, pulling you impossibly closer. "Such an obedient little fuck doll," she agrees, her voice dripping with dark approval. "We knew you were the one for us from the moment we laid eyes on you."
Irene smiles wickedly, leaning in to capture your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue invading your mouth, claiming you once more. She pulls back after a long moment, her eyes glinting with wicked promise. "Welcome to your new life, slut. We're going to have so much fun breaking in our perfect little toy."
Seulgi joins in the kiss, her lips finding yours, her own tongue tangling with Irene's as they plunder your mouth. They pull back, leaving you breathless and aching for more. "Get some rest now, pet," she murmurs, her fingers stroking your hair almost tenderly. "You'll need it for what we have planned next."
Irene smirks, her hand drifting down to your breast, squeezing the soft mound roughly. "Sweet dreams, our pretty little fuck doll. Tomorrow, your real training begins." She winks salaciously, the promise of what's to come hanging heavily in the air.
