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chrissssssmut · 24 days ago

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Bro I NEEED a IVE catgirl smut.

PURRING, PANTING, BEGGING (SMUT)

IVE x Male Reader

AN: I hope this one's good! The M reader def just gets the time of his life here XD. Also, happy to be able to put out another story! I'll def do your requests you guys!💗

It had been an exhausting day at work—another shift of paperwork, polite customer service smiles, and an overbearing boss breathing down your neck. You weren’t anything special, just another ordinary guy in a city that moved too fast for its own good. You sighed as you unlocked your apartment door, your body aching for the soft embrace of your bed.

But something was off.

Right before you could step inside, your eyes caught onto a small, unassuming box sitting right at your doorstep. There was no note, no indication of where it had come from. Your brows furrowed as you bent down, hesitating before lifting the lid.

Inside were cats.

Six of them.

Different colors, different sizes, all staring up at you with wide, unblinking eyes. Some meowed softly, one even tilted its head, but they all looked as if they had been waiting for you.

“Who...?” you muttered to yourself.

You glanced around the empty hallway, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever had abandoned them, but there was no one. Just the faint creak of an elevator door closing in the distance. You sighed, rubbing your temple. This was not how you thought your night would go.

Yet, despite the weirdness of it all, you couldn’t just leave them there. You weren’t heartless. With careful hands, you lifted the box and brought it inside, setting it down in your living room.

“Well,” you exhaled, running a hand through your hair. “Guess I have roommates now.”

The next few days were filled with adjustment. The cats were oddly well-behaved, unlike the strays you’d encountered before. They didn’t scratch up the furniture, they didn’t hiss or fight over food, and they all seemed... too intelligent.

That wasn’t even the strangest part.

Each of them wore a lace collar with a name embroidered onto it in delicate cursive.

The sleek, elegant white cat had “Yujin” stitched onto a pristine ivory ribbon. A smaller tabby with golden fur bore the name “Rei.” The black one, the troublemaker, had a dark purple ribbon labeled “Leeseo.” Then there was a gray cat with a regal air named “Gaeul,” a soft brown one marked “Liz,” and a strikingly beautiful feline with a midnight-blue coat named “Wonyoung.”

You thought it was odd. Who abandons cats with name tags so well-crafted?

But you shook the thought away. Maybe some rich family had left them, unwilling to care for them anymore. Whatever the reason, they were yours now.

They followed you everywhere.

They watched you.

And sometimes, just sometimes, you swore you could hear something—whispers, laughter—just barely out of reach.

But you ignored it. Maybe you were just tired.

It happened one night, about a week after you’d taken them in.

You had come home late, tossing your bag onto the couch before heading straight to your bedroom. You collapsed onto the mattress, exhaling deeply.

Then you heard it.

Purring.

It came from under your bed, low and vibrating through the floorboards. A deep, rhythmic sound, steady and soothing, yet oddly human. You blinked against the dim glow of your bedside lamp, your drowsy mind slow to register the sound.

With a sleepy smile, you reached down, expecting to brush your fingers through soft fur, maybe scratch behind an ear.

Instead, warmth. Soft.

And then—

Lips.

Your breath hitched, the sensation jolting you awake like ice down your spine. Lips. Warm. Pressing gently against your fingertips.

Not fur. Not whiskers. Lips.

A slow, deliberate kiss.

Your hand recoiled as if burned, and you shot upright in bed, your heart slamming against your ribs. The purring hadn’t stopped. If anything, it grew louder, reverberating through the room like a low hum of satisfaction.

Your pulse thundered in your ears as you hesitantly peered over the edge of the bed.

And then—

Movement.

A pale hand, delicate fingers curling against the floor, nails dragging lightly against the wood. Then another. Then another. One by one, figures began to emerge from the darkness beneath your bed, their bodies unfolding like shadows stretching in the dim light.

You scrambled back against the headboard, your breath caught in your throat as you watched them crawl out—six girls, each one impossibly familiar. The white-haired one looked at you with knowing amusement, her eyes glinting like moonlight off fresh snow. The smallest of them giggled, her golden curls bouncing slightly as she tilted her head.

Your stomach twisted, your mind screaming at you to make sense of this. Because you knew them.

They were the cats.

No. That was impossible.

But there they were, kneeling at the foot of your bed, gazing up at you like they had been waiting for this moment. Their eyes glowed with something deep, something hungry.

“W-what the hell—”

Yujin—the elegant one, now with long white hair cascading over her shoulders—was the first to speak. “You’ve taken such good care of us.” Her voice was smooth, almost hypnotic. “We wanted to thank you.”

You tried to move, but your body felt frozen. “You—You’re the cats—”

Rei, the small one who had always curled up in your lap, giggled. “Mmm. We are. And we aren’t.”

One by one, they crawled closer, surrounding you. Their touches were soft, their warmth intoxicating. You could barely process what was happening when the first pair of lips pressed against yours.

A fleeting kiss.

Then another.

And another.

You shuddered, eyes darting between them, overwhelmed. “W-why—”

“You’re special,” Wonyoung whispered against your skin, her lips brushing your ear. “You didn’t throw us away. You didn’t ignore us. You cared.”

You swallowed hard. “Is this—Is this some kind of magic?”

Leeseo, the mischievous one, smirked. “Something like that.”

Your breath hitched as their lips met yours again, one after the other, each kiss sending an odd warmth through your body. Your mind screamed at you to run, to question, to do anything but sit there and take it.

But you didn’t move.

They wouldn’t let you.

And deep down, maybe a part of you didn’t want to.

Their hands were warm. Too warm. Soft fingertips traced patterns over your arms, your chest, the fabric of your shirt bunching under their slow, deliberate movements.

“Shhh,” Yujin cooed, her voice smooth as silk. “Don’t be nervous.”

Nervous? That was an understatement.

Rei giggled, her golden hair brushing against your cheek as she leaned in, lips grazing your jaw. “You’re trembling.”

Were you?

Your mind was screaming at you to move—to fight—but your body refused. You were trapped beneath their touch, surrounded by warmth and the faintest scent of something floral, something rich, something undeniably inhuman.

Wonyoung’s fingers ghosted over your collar, toying with the buttons of your shirt. “You took care of us so well,” she murmured, her lips just barely brushing against your throat. “Shouldn’t we return the favor?”

Before you could speak—before you could even think—Liz’s hands slid lower, tracing the hem of your pants. A slow, deliberate tug.

Your breath hitched.

Leeseo smirked. “Aw, look at him.”

“You’re so tense,” Gaeul whispered.

A delicate press of fingers against your waist. A teasing pull of fabric. The sensation of cool air hitting your skin as your pants were slowly—so agonizingly slowly—peeled away.

Yujin tilted your chin up, her smile sharp, predatory. “Relax.”

The room was suffocatingly warm. Maybe it was the way they pressed against you, their soft bodies caging you in, fingers tracing invisible lines over your skin. Or maybe it was the way they watched you—hungry, amused, like they were savoring every second of your unraveling.

Yujin was the first to move, her hand gliding up your chest, nails barely scraping over your skin. “Still so tense,” she murmured, her lips inches from yours.

Rei giggled beside you, her breath hot against your ear. “He’s trying so hard,” she whispered, the amusement in her voice unmistakable. Then—soft, deliberate—her teeth grazed your earlobe, a playful bite that sent a shiver straight down your spine.

You jerked slightly, a strangled noise escaping your throat before you could swallow it down.

“Oh?” Wonyoung smirked, her fingers toying with the waistband of your boxers. “You liked that, didn’t you?”

You opened your mouth—maybe to deny it, maybe to protest—but the words caught in your throat as Gaeul’s hand brushed lower, her touch featherlight over your stomach. Lower. Lower.

A slow, deliberate press of her fingers against your growing need.

You inhaled sharply, body tensing at the contact.

“Sensitive,” Liz hummed, dragging a single fingertip along your hip, her touch maddeningly light. “That’s cute.”

Leeseo tilted her head, eyes glinting with mischief as she propped herself up beside you. “Are you gonna keep pretending you don’t like this?”

Your breath was uneven, your mind struggling to keep up, to make sense of the heat pooling low in your stomach.

Rei giggled again, her lips still ghosting against your ear. “You’ve been so good to us,” she purred. “Don’t you think you deserve a reward?”

And then, as if to emphasize her words, Gaeul’s hand curled around your length—slow, deliberate, her grip just firm enough to make your body tense beneath her touch.

A quiet, satisfied hum left Yujin’s lips as she watched your reaction. “Much better,” she murmured. “Now just relax.”

But how could you?

When they weren’t going to stop until you completely fell apart.

You barely had time to process Gaeul’s touch before something shifted.

A sudden weight against your chest—Yujin, straddling you with effortless grace, her hands pressing down on your wrists, pinning you against the mattress. She wasn’t rough, not quite—but the way she smiled, slow and knowing, sent a shudder through your body.

“You’re so easy to handle,” she mused, tilting her head. “It’s cute.”

You swallowed hard, testing her grip, but she didn’t budge. If anything, her fingers tightened just slightly. Enough to remind you who was in control.

“You shouldn’t fight it,” Wonyoung murmured, her lips grazing your jawline. “Not when you want it this much.”

A soft breath left you—half denial, half something dangerously close to surrender.

And then—

A warm mouth.

Hot. Wet. Wrapped around the thickest part of you in a way that made your stomach clench.

Your breath hitched, eyes snapping downward just in time to see Rei’s golden curls bobbing slightly, her lips sealed around your aching need. She hummed softly, the vibration making your entire body tense.

“R-Rei—” Your voice broke, strangled.

She pulled back just slightly, her tongue flicking teasingly over the tip before glancing up at you with a smirk. “Mmm? Something wrong?”

Before you could answer—before you could even think—another mouth joined her.

Leeseo, the little troublemaker.

Her tongue traced along the underside of your length, slow and experimental, while Rei took the tip back between her lips, sucking lightly. The combined heat, the slickness of their mouths, was unbearable.

“Look at you,” Liz giggled, fingers skimming over your stomach, your chest. “You’re falling apart already.”

Yujin hummed in approval, her grip on your wrists unrelenting. “I knew you’d be fun.”

Gaeul and Wonyoung weren’t content to simply watch.

Wonyoung trailed her nails down your thigh, dragging them ever so lightly. “We should see how much he can handle.”

Gaeul smirked. “I don’t think he’ll last long.”

A sudden, deliberate squeeze at the base of your arousal—Gaeul’s fingers, firm and teasing. You gasped, your body twitching at the overwhelming mix of pleasure and restraint.

“You’re making the cutest sounds,” Leeseo cooed, flicking her tongue just beneath the tip, her breath warm and teasing.

Rei giggled, swirling her tongue before taking you deeper, her throat tightening around your length in a way that made your vision blur.

You clenched your fists against the sheets, your breath ragged.

Yujin tightened her grip on your wrists, pressing them further into the mattress as she leaned in, her lips just barely brushing against your ear. “Stop thinking so much,” she whispered, her voice smooth, intoxicating. “Just give in.”

Before you could even form a response, a sharp sting bloomed against your neck.

Teeth.

Your breath hitched as Wonyoung sucked against your skin, slow and deliberate, her tongue flicking over the spot before she pulled back with a satisfied hum. “Mmm. That’s a good look on you,” she murmured, tracing the fresh mark with her fingertips.

Gaeul followed suit, her lips trailing along your collarbone before biting down just hard enough to make you flinch. “We should cover him in them,” she mused, her breath warm against your skin. “Make sure everyone knows he’s ours.”

Liz giggled, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your chest, her teeth grazing before she latched on. “Don’t worry,” she murmured between kisses, “we’ll be gentle… maybe.”

Rei and Leeseo weren’t nearly as patient.

Rei tilted her head, admiring the marks forming across your skin. “He looks so pretty like this,” she cooed before biting down just beneath your jaw, her teeth sharper than expected.

Leeseo smirked, dragging her nails down your side. “I like seeing him squirm.”

Your breathing came in ragged, uneven bursts, your body trembling beneath them as they took their time, leaving their marks, staking their claim. Every kiss, every bite, sent another jolt of heat coursing through you, leaving you aching, needy, and utterly overwhelmed.

Yujin leaned back, admiring the sight of you beneath her. “Much better,” she murmured, tracing a possessive finger along the marks decorating your skin. “Now, let’s see how much more you can take.”

Yujin sank down onto you in one slow, deliberate motion, taking you to the hilt with an ease that made your breath stutter. A sharp gasp left your lips, swallowed instantly by the smirk curling at hers. She didn’t hesitate—her pace was relentless, rolling her hips with a purpose that left you unraveling beneath her, completely at her mercy.

You moaned, voice breaking as you gasped, ‘Y-Yujin, please… s-slow down…’ But she only smirked, her eyes dark with amusement. ‘Please?’ she echoed, leaning in close, her breath ghosting over your lips. ‘I think you can handle more than that.’ And just like that, she moved even faster, relentless, determined to push you past your limits.

While Yujin moved relentlessly atop of you, the others grew impatient—desperate. Hands roamed, lips grazed, and hungry eyes devoured every inch of you. Some craved your mouth, stealing kisses that left you breathless, while others were drawn lower, eager, insatiable, wanting to claim every part of you for themselves.

‘You can’t just keep him all to yourself, Yujin,’ Wonyoung pouted, her fingers tracing over your jaw before tilting his chin toward her. ‘I want a turn too.’

Rei let out a breathy giggle, her lips ghosting over your neck before biting down playfully. ‘Mmm, he tastes too good to share… but I guess we don’t have a choice, do we?’

Leeseo, practically buzzing with impatience, ran her nails down your chest. ‘I want to hear you beg again,’ she murmured, eyes gleaming as she leaned in, her lips just barely brushing against your own. ‘Think we can make him cry for us?’

Gaeul, ever the composed one, simply smirked as she pressed a kiss against your ear. ‘No need to rush,’ she whispered. ‘We have all night, after all.’

Liz, who had been watching the scene unfold with darkened eyes, leaned down, her voice soft but laced with something dangerous. ‘He’s already falling apart,’ she murmured, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along his skin. ‘I wonder how much more he can take before he completely breaks for us.

You felt your climax building—too fast, too intense. His breath hitched as he gasped, “Y-Yujin, I’m—”

But she only tightened her grip on you, her pace quickening, her body pressing him deeper. “Inside,” she whispered, voice laced with need. “I want all of it.”

That was all it took. The moment your release crashed over you, Yujin moaned in satisfaction, her body shuddering as she took everything you had to give. Slowly, she lifted herself off of you, breathless, her fingers lazily tracing over your chest as she admired the aftermath. You lay beneath her, panting, exhausted, body still trembling from the intensity.

But it wasn’t over.

Before you could fully catch his breath, Wonyoung was already there—her touch deliberate, her movements slow and taunting as she guided you back into her warmth. A teasing hum left her lips as she sank down onto you, her fingers curling against your chest. “You didn’t think we were done, did you?” she whispered, her lips ghosting over your ear.

Then she moved.

Faster. Harsher. Relentless.

Her hips snapped against you, her body taking you with a hunger even Yujin hadn’t shown. But it was her gaze that unraveled you—the way she locked eyes with you, deep and unwavering, a silent demand that he only look at her. “Stay with me,” she murmured, her pace never faltering. “Don’t even think about looking away.”

Your eyes locked onto Wonyoung, dazed and helpless beneath her. She leaned in, her breath warm against your lips, her pace growing impossibly faster.

“Say it,” she murmured, voice dripping with possession. “Say you’re mine… you’re ours.”

Your moans spilled out, uncontrolled, raw—but before he could utter a word, Yujin was there, crashing her lips against yours, swallowing every desperate sound. Her tongue slipped past your parted lips, deep and claiming, while her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you even closer.

Rei’s lips followed next, warm and teasing against your jawline, leaving a trail of kisses down to your throat before sinking her teeth in just enough to make you gasp. Leeseo wasn’t far behind, her breath hot as she latched onto your collarbone, her tongue flicking out before she sucked hard, determined to leave a mark.

Liz, not to be outdone, pressed kisses along your shoulder, her touch soft but lingering, her breath fanning over your skin as she whispered sweet praises between each press of her lips. Gaeul, slow and deliberate, traced the shell of your ear with her tongue before catching your earlobe between her teeth, giving a playful bite that sent a shiver down your spine.

And through it all, Wonyoung never stopped.

She only moved faster.

Wonyoung’s relentless pace had you on the edge, your body tensing beneath her. But before you could fully succumb, a sudden force pushed her off you—Rei. Desperate, impatient, her eyes burned with hunger as she took control.

“Move over,” she huffed, barely giving Wonyoung a moment to react before she straddled him herself—this time, in reverse.

And then—heat. Tight, overwhelming heat as Rei sank down onto you, taking you in all at once. The new position had your breath hitching, body locking up as the new angle sent shockwaves through your nerves. She wasted no time, rolling her hips with slow, deliberate movements before picking up the pace, the friction driving you insane.

The others didn’t let you catch a break.

“You like this, don’t you?” Leeseo whispered against his ear, her fingers dragging down your chest.

“You’re so tense,” Liz murmured, lips ghosting over your collarbone before sinking down to leave another mark.

“You can’t even think straight, can you?” Gaeul smirked, her nails tracing over your abs, teasing you as if she loved seeing you unravel.

Yujin leaned in last, voice dripping with amusement. “You’re completely helpless….it’s cute.”

Rei was lost in her own pleasure, grinding down on you with reckless abandon—until she wasn’t.

A pair of hands suddenly gripped her waist, pulling her off with little resistance. “You’ve had your turn,” Gaeul murmured, her tone playful but firm. Leeseo was right beside her, eyes glinting with mischief.

Before you could even catch your breath, warmth enveloped you—two sets of lips, two tongues, teasing and claiming every inch of you.

“You taste so good,” Leeseo hummed, her eyes flicking up to meet yours as she let your length rest against her tongue.

“Mmm,” Gaeul smirked, fingers wrapping around the base as she guided you between them. “Look at you, completely at our mercy.”

A soft, wet slap echoed through the room as the tip met their tongues, sending a shudder down your spine.

“Sensitive,” Leeseo teased, eyes dark with satisfaction. “We like that.”

And just like that, you were undone all over again.

You gasped, body trembling as the overwhelming pleasure built inside you. “F-fuck… please… slow down…” you begged, your voice breaking between sharp breaths.

But Gaeul only smirked against your skin, her lips trailing teasingly along your length before pressing a lingering kiss to the tip. “Aww, but you look so good like this,” she murmured, her breath warm against you.

Leeseo giggled, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Why would we stop when you’re reacting so beautifully?”

Then, they moved in sync—faster, deeper, their tongues swirling, their lips tightening around you, slick and relentless. Gaeul took you in deep, her throat constricting around you just as Leeseo’s tongue flicked along the underside, her fingers gripping your thighs to keep you from squirming away.

Every sound, every movement only pushed you further to the edge, and they knew it. They wanted you there.

While Leeseo and Gaeul made it nearly impossible for you to catch your breath, Liz leaned in close, her warm lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, her voice dripping with amusement.

“You know… this is all because of that sweet little heart of yours,” she purred. “Taking us in, feeding us, letting us curl up in your bed… You should’ve known we’d want to repay you.”

She giggled softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns along your heaving chest before she whispered even lower, just for you.

“I bet you’re grateful we can turn back into cats whenever we want,” she teased. “No one would ever suspect that the guy with six adorable pets is actually being fucked senseless by six beautiful women every night.”

She pulled back just enough to meet your dazed, helpless gaze, a wicked smile tugging at her lips. “You really are lucky.”

As your release built to an unbearable peak, the girls knelt before you, eyes gleaming with anticipation. Their breaths were hot, lips parted, waiting—needing.

Gaeul was the first to take you in her grasp, her fingers wrapping around your slick, throbbing length. She stroked you with purpose, her pace merciless, dragging out every shaky breath, every desperate moan.

"Don’t hold back," she murmured, her sultry voice sending shivers down your spine.

One by one, the others leaned in, their tongues flicking out, teasing—wet heat brushing against sensitive skin. Then came the slow, deliberate drips of spit, each of them making sure you were drenched, slick, gliding effortlessly under Gaeul’s skilled touch.

The pressure coiled tight, impossible to fight, until finally—your body tensed, your breath hitched, and your climax hit hard.

It spilled over them, painting flushed skin and eager lips. Wonyoung let out a pleased hum, swiping a finger across her cheek before slipping it between her lips, tasting you with a slow, satisfied moan. Rei giggled as she licked a stray drop from the corner of her mouth, while Liz, smirking, scraped a bit off her chin with her thumb before pressing it against your lips.

"Don’t you think it’s only fair you taste yourself too?" she teased.

You barely had time to recover, your body still trembling, before Yujin’s voice cut through the haze.

"Don’t get too comfortable," she purred, pushing you back down onto the sheets. "We’re not done with you yet."

You collapsed onto the bed, limbs heavy, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Your body felt like it had been completely drained, every nerve alight with a dull, lingering pleasure. The room was thick with warmth, the scent of sweat and something far more intoxicating hanging in the air.

Your head lolled to the side, eyes unfocused as you tried to process everything that had just happened. The way they touched you. The way they took you. The way they owned you. It was overwhelming—almost surreal.

Your lips parted, your voice hoarse. "W-why...why did that happen?" you murmured, barely able to string together the words. "What the hell was all of that?"

Soft giggles surrounded you, delicate fingers tracing lazy patterns over your chest and arms. Wonyoung leaned in, her lips ghosting over your ear, her voice like silk. "Because you wanted it."

Rei nuzzled against your side, her breath warm against your skin. "Because you needed it."

You swallowed hard, your mind still reeling. A part of you wanted to deny it, to act as if you had no control over what had just unfolded. But deep down, beneath the exhaustion and shock, there was no denying it.

You liked it.

Maybe even craved it.

Your fingers curled into the sheets as you exhaled a shaky breath. "...I don't know what this means," you admitted, barely above a whisper.

Yujin smiled against your skin, her lips pressing into your jawline. "It means you're ours now."

"Close your eyes for us, baby."

The request came in unison, teasing and playful, yet laced with something almost sinister. You hesitated for a second, still trying to catch your breath, but the way their hands gently traced over your skin left you no room to deny them.

With a slow inhale, you let your eyelids flutter shut.

"No peeking," Wonyoung cooed, her fingers ghosting over your lips before pulling away. "Not until we say so."

You swallowed, nodding in compliance. The room went quiet, save for the occasional rustle of fabric, soft giggles, and the sound of your own heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Minutes passed, anticipation curling tight in your stomach.

"Okay, open."

Your eyes slowly blinked open, adjusting to the sight before you—and fuck.

You could barely process what you were seeing.

Six pairs of eyes gleamed at you with mischief, framed by sleek cat ears perched atop their heads. Their outfits clung to them in all the right places—lace, straps, and dangerously short skirts barely leaving anything to the imagination.

Stockings ran up their legs, and you swore you could see the light glint off the tiny bells attached to their chokers.

Your throat went dry.

"Speechless?" Yujin smirked, tilting her head as her tail flicked behind her.

You swallowed hard, mouth opening, but no words formed.

Wonyoung sauntered forward, straddling you with ease, her nails dragging lightly down your chest. She leaned in, lips brushing against your ear as she purred:

"Ready for round two, pretty boy?"

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starconstruction · 1 month ago

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Fives a Party

Wonyoung + Gaeul + Rei + Liz x Male Reader (Smut)

smut tags: ass eating, pussy eating, 69, feet kink, spitroasting, creampies, face painting, blowjob, fivesome, fsub, fdom, mdom, multiple orgasms, anal, riding, daddy kink, mommy kink, breeding

Word Count 3525, not proof read

this one was quite difficult but a lot of fun, hope u enjoy.

Being a manager for a kpop group is awfully stressful, keeping up with every little detail that makes the success and safety of these 6 girls. It was certainly worth it, the wage was adequate enough to support your family but that wasn't the main reward.

The main reward laid under you, cock thoroughly buried inside Liz's cunt as she squeezed under you skin slapping as you used her body. The girls used you for their pleasure as "paying you back." Well everyone except Leeso that would be weird.

"Hm! Gonna cum Daddy!" Liz gasped, you kept slapping into her crotch reveling in the pleasure of her wanton body. You had a personal preference to which girl you liked to fuck, Liz was second. Thrusting in and out as she let out loud sinful screams.

You filled her up not long after, leaving her full of your load as she laid there, smiling as she came down from her high, "Thanks daddy, I'm going to clean up this filth..." And she left, as casual as that.

The next morning you had some promotion at a music show to attend, waking the girls up was the hardest task of them all. A nuclear bomb could detonate and they would care less, you felt depleted as well at this daily task.

Liz woke up easily enough, probably still content with the fucking from yesterday, sometimes they would withhold waking up if you hadn't given them enough attention recently, they were utterly ridiculous but you loved it. "Wake up Leeso for me, god this task is frustrating.." You asked Liz, happily complying as she walked off.

The rest were all equally as frustrating as each other, having to literally yank them out of bed. But finally after a long 40 minutes everyone was up.

"God you girls are so annoying, go get ready we are leaving in like 2 hours." You said tiredly.

You sat in the living room, scrolling on your phone absently when a minor tug grabbed at your shirt. It was Rei, fully naked as her smooth skin caught your eye. Her eyes looked into yours seductively, the room heated with tension while her hand lifted your chin.

"Y/N!! I'm soooo stressed, may you help me with that?" Her voice was unconvincing, faux stress leaking from her lips as she got closer, her body wash smelt strongly of strawberries as you breathed her in.

"I don't buy that for a second, Rei." You said, humouring her as her finger rubbed your lips.

"Hush, you know I'm full of it.." Rei pressed her breasts against your chest, hand rubbing against your hair as her nails raked into your scalp. Her presence made your breath stop, Rei ranked the lowest in your list but it is really really close.

Her lips bit into your ear morphing into a smile, breath tickling you while you gulped. "Are you really going to reject eating my ass? You were begging for it last week.." She reminded you, the images of you on your knees filled your brain. You knew she'd already won, she knew she'd already won.

"Fine Rei, I guess you won." You choked, words an uphill battle as she was so close to you.

"Yay!" Rei pulled you up, hand embraced each other as Rei brought you to her bedroom, walking past Gaeul as she shot Rei a knowing look. Probably because she's naked.

Rei's room matched her personality, a bit disorderly. Clothes laid everywhere, the scent of her expensive air freshener was always pleasant, it helped to hide the sinful scent of sex. She had a few bottles of water on her desk, but those werent the focus of your attention. The focus of your attention laid comfortable in the middle of her bed.

Rei's body faced away from you, face turned towards the wall as she gave you ample access to her holes, one laid slick with arousal as it tempted you. But that wasn't what either of you were interested in.

Your body found it's way Inbetween her legs that spread automatically for you, beckoning you forth. Something you were more than willing to oblige, tongue licking against her asscheeks as you teased her. Caressing the flesh as you savoured the supple flesh, Rei had an amazing ass. Easily your favourite out of all the ones you've had experience with.

"Do you have to tease me every time?" Rei whined, you two were tempting fate by doing this so close to the schedule, but if she wants it she'll get it.

You ignored her, continuing your voyage into the wonderful body of Rei, kissing and nipping every part of her cheeks, avoiding her awaiting hole that looked oh so inviting, reveling in those desperate whines.

You'd tease Rei for hours had the clock not been working against you, finally giving into her desires as your tongue worked on her asshole, rimming the spongy flesh as Rei moaned out. "Such a good tongue, keep going!" She moaned into her bed.

You breathed in her body wash once more, nose pressed against her back as you tongued her crack, dribbling saliva into her hole as you feasted on Rei.

"Hm so eager.. You are always the best manager!" She praised, hands clawing into her fabric.

A voice called out from behind you two, Gaeul, you paid her no mind as you kept licking. "You two have like 20 minutes and she has to get ready, eat that whores ass quicker please!" She called out, evidently frustrated as she left.

You got the memo, hand finding her clit in support. Her mouth fully covered in her pillow as muffled screeches caught dead in their track. Rei's slick coated your fingers as you brought her to her explosive orgasm. Your tongue not stopping until her high ceased.

"You're welcome Rei." You teased, slapping her firm ass one time "Now get ready, you have 17 minutes."

You drove the girls towards the venue, they had a conversation about something you couldn't hear, frequent giggles came from behind you where they sat. But it wasn't worth paying attention to, focused on the road.

The drive was short enough, dropping the girls off as you sat in the car. Playing various things on your phone as you bode your time, the girls texting you random shit every now and then before their performance.

You watched the performance from your phone, legs kicked up as they kicked ass as usual, certainly one of their best songs. Smiling involuntarily as they danced energetically. The crowd yelled on they finished their song.

The girls clambered back into the desolate van as their voices were much less loud, the previous energy completely drained through the dance. "Kick ass performance, you guys!" You said, handing them all a bottle of water as they shared thanks.

The rest of the drive was entirely silent, save for the soft hum from the radio.

You were laid down on your bed, a long day had passed but it was about to get so much more tiring. A single text came from Wonyoung, "Come to my room I think you'll like what is happening" Her text peaked your interest, rushing over to her bedroom.

The sight surprised you, Rei, Liz and Gaeul acting as eager whores licking Wonyoung's soles, fighting for space as their tongues danced on her feet. Wonyoung had a pleased smile on her face, watching the other members try their hardest to please their queen.

Wonyoung looked at you, eyes piercing yours as she sized you up, room filled with a strong aura of lust. "You look a bit overdressed for my room, strip." Wonyoung demanded, voice filled with authority.

You were so invested in Wonyoung's feet you didn't even realise everyone laid naked, a row of cunts laid in front of your eyes dripping wet as they got off on Wonyoung's dominance.

You stripped bare to match them, cock free to the world as the clothes launched into the pile. Wonyoung smiled, licking her lips.

The room devolved into chaos, all 4 of them moving towards you, no longer interested in Wonyoung's tasty soles, only focused on you.

They were on their knees mere inches from your cock as they locked needy eyes with you "Daddy, let us suck your dick!" Liz whined, "Then be a good group and suck it for me.." You growled, their faces mushing together as they got to work, licking you up and down like the best treat they'll ever receive, winning awards could never compare to this. The eager girls slurping and kissing whatever part of your meat they could find.

The ever eager Gaeul's mouth found it's way to your ballsack, slobbering over it as her tongue licked into your skin, she had the most eager mouth in IVE, making up for her lack of technique with passion. "Fuck.." You moaned out hungrily, admiring the beauty of the girls working beneath you.

Liz and Rei claimed their stake on both sides of your cock, Rei acted more refined than the girl mirror opposite her. Staring at each other as they sent sparks of Pleasure up your body.

Wonyoung doesn't want to share with her fellow girls, perching her hands against your ass as her tongue writhed against your backdoor, "Such a good ass, and it's all mine Y/N." She growled, her dominance marked while she enjoyed your ass.

The combined sinful acts made you weak in the knees, the delectable pleasure of the girls as they slurped up your body, your hands desperately grasped at Liz and Rei's hair, arching into Wonyoung's tongue as you got pushed to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum!" You moaned, Liz pushed Rei onto the ground, head banging against the floor as Liz swallowed your cock, swirling her tongue around the head, you shot your first orgasm of the night into her awaiting mouth, semen pooling while her eyes widened. Wonyoung's insistent rimming not slowing until you stopped orgasming.

The girls eagerly sat below Liz, licking the air as your thick semen dribbled out her mouth, landing in combination with her spit into the open mouths, cream landing on their tongue as they swallowed your load.

The combined arousal shot up to unparalleled amounts, their faces flushed with a dark lust that was willing to consume them all.

Gaeul was the first to act, lips locking with yours as you tasted the faint afterimage of your cum on her tongue as you two fought for dominance, the other girls watching in awe, silently placing bets on who would win. Teeth clashing together recklessly, pushing Gaeul onto the bed eliciting a sensual gasp.

"Tell me Gaeul, what do you want?" You teased, hand pressed In between her legs, stroking her folds as you admired her pussy, the only unshaven IVE girl caught your breath as you had to resist diving into her body.

"Fuck me right now!" She demanded, you replaced your hand with your cock, pressed against her needy hole as you begun to push in, the tightness gripping your shaft, taking every inch as you watched it disappear inside of her. Crotches connecting in a dance of passion.

"Going to start moving, yeah Gaeul?" You asked, she nodded "Put a baby into me." She begged, both of you knew she wasn't going to get pregnant, it'd be disastrous to her career. But you'll breed her anyway.

Gaeul was the tightest, almost to the point of pain as she squeezed the life out of you, pulling in and out of her body, your thrusts struggled to regulate as she kept her grip on you.

The other three girls grew bored, "Liz.. You look so sexy, come here." Wonyoung said, falling back into her dominant role you've endured many times before, you turned your head away from Gaeul. Still eagerly thrusting into her velvety cunt as you watched the two.

Liz sat raggedly in Wonyoung's lap, her face being assaulted by Wonyoung's saliva drenched lips, leaving marks on her cheeks. Hand trailing down her chest as it found its prize, Liz's cunt, needily tightening around the air as Wonyoung's fingers danced against her pink flesh, the sight spurred you on, slamming into Gaeul's cunt with new found vigor.

"Liz honey.." Wonyoung gasped into her ear, voice airy as Liz whined out. "You want my fingers? Fingers in this needy hole? Use your words now." She demanded.

"Yes mommy! Finger me.. Please!" She begged like a little bitch, the younger girl moaning out as Wonyoung pressed into Liz's hole, fingers disappearing as you turned away.

Wet squelching noises echoed against the walls, Wonyoung hammering into Liz, you slamming into Gaeul, Rei wasn't just an idle observer, her fingers rubbing her lower lips as she gasped in pleasure, a voyeur of her close friends.

Gaeul was on the verge of her high, squeezing even tighter than you thought possible. The orgy brought her to a high unable to be replicated, "Fuck fuck fuck, Y/N I'm -" Her voice died out. Her orgasm crashing down on her heavily, your cock fired it's second load, just as intense as the first as you breeded Gaeul with everything she siphoned from you.

Your cock withdrew, pearlescent cum leaking out of her thoroughly used and bred folds, Wonyoung moved quickly. Fingers withdrew as she dragged Liz around, shoving her face into Gaeul's pussy. Causing a loud mewl of over-stimulation as Liz drank your load. "Good girl.. Drink up for mommy." Wonyoung smiled as she grinded Gaeul against Liz's eager tongue.

The sight revitalised you, cock already recovering, if every girl wanted a go you were going to feel this tomorrow, thankfully a rest day.

Gaeul managed to fall off the bed, landing against the carpet as she felt complete. Wonyoung let go of Liz, leaving her bent against the bed as she turned your gaze onto you, wrapping her slender fingers on your length, stroking softly with a comparatively gentle hand.

"Hm, which girl next? Who am I kidding, you'll do what I say. Let Liz ride you." She demanded, hand leaving your cock as she manhandled your body, legs as Liz grinded her sopping pussy against your tip. "I'm going to ride this cock Daddy, enjoy it." She purred, constricting around you, head falling back in pleasure as a cock laid firmly inside of her.

You let her control the pace, not offering assistance as she bounced up and down, nails digging into your stomach as she used your body as a toy. "Fuck Daddy! This cock is always so good." She screeched, wet skin slapping through the air.

She has good technique and a loving body, there's a reason she fought for that second spot, Wonyoung was first but it was close, a flip of a coin and your mind could change. Wonyoung grew tired of watching, approaching your head as she climbed up to your head.

"Be a good boy and let me ride that tongue." Wonyoung chimed, world fading into darkness as all you could do is comply, tongue laid outwards as it reached Wonyoung's juicy pussy, bitter liquid coating your tongue as her flesh grinded on your lips.

"Good good boy!" Wonyoung purred, voice starting to hitch at your greedy tongue, her musk filling your nose as her scent rubbed onto your face, the lack of sight making every slight action pop, every thrust of Liz felt more vivid as you became nothing more than an object for their pleasure.

"Hm, euggh!" Liz moaned, speeding her bounces up, drowning in ecstasy, you were drowning aswell just in a much more slippery liquid.

"Eat my ass! Yes Rei!" Gaeul screeched, so that's what those two were doing. Your vision may be obscured but you have a vivid imagination. Maybe Gaeul was bent down into the floor, head against the carpet as her ass hung into the sky. Desperate for Rei's tongue, maybe Rei was taking her time, maybe she was launching a full on bombardment.

"Fuck Y/N, keep going!" Wonyoung's grinding fell irregular as she used you, unable to handle much more of this as you flicked your tongue into her swollen clit. "Yes.. Fuck!" Wonyoung's voice was cracking, dominance being tested as she came undone, coating you in her squirt as her body gingerly retreated.

The vision of Liz came back into frame, skin red and shining in sweat as Liz struggled to reach her high, Gaeul was not fairing much better against Rei's skilled tongue that pressed into her ass, "Such a tasty ass Gaeul, how have you hid this from me?" Rei cooed, feasting on Gaeul's forbidden hole as Gaeul screamed into the carpet.

"Fuck fuck hm, Y/N! I'm CUMMING!" Liz wailed, head turning light as her body erupted into static. You were not far behind in your orgasm, leaving her warmth as you frantically stroked your shaft, tugging to the sound of Gaeul's moans as another orgasm claimed your soul. Pulling Liz's porcelain face closer as watery spurts covered her cheeks, splattering against her nose as she was painted white.

Each orgasm brought you closer to exhaustion, but you had a duty to fulfill as their loving manager.

You took a moment to recover, temporarily blacking out to the room as you listened to the eager work of the girls, something involving all of them but you couldn't care less as you caught your breath.

Eventually you came back to your senses and climbed out of bed, the sight in front of you beyond arousing, Wonyoung's lubed fingers entered in and out of Rei's tight asshole, Liz took Wonyoung's foot in her mouth, licking it clean of the orgasmic sweat as her head went dizzy from the taste.

Gaeul was aggressively fondling Rei's boobs, in an intricate position as she gave Rei's tongue a way to lick her saturated folds. A beautifully ran system of pleasure, everyone getting attention as sinful muffles came from the mingled bodies, Wonyoung noticed you were watching, smiling as she kept her fingers penetrating the Japanese girls asshole. "Hey, I've got her nicely warmed up for that hard cock, let's take the whore together." She said, pulling out as she gave a courtesy lick.

Liz, now without a role grabbed the transparent liquid and thoroughly doused your cock, it shined against the artificial light as you pressed against Rei's tight asshole. "I'm going to enter now." You warned, she couldn't exactly respond given her predicament, going inwards as she took the first inch.

Rei and you had engaged in anal countless times over the last few months, facing little resistance as her hole took your cock, her ass was formed by the gods itself to take your dick. Lovingly grabbing your meaty length as you barged into her.

Wonyoung returned, you didn't even know she left but she came back with a new ornament. A purple strap, around 8" with a commendable girth, "Gaeul honey, can you please entertain Liz for me?" She asked, hands pulling Gaeul's twisted body out of Rei's sloppy mouth as her cock took her place.

Rei now laid dangling in the air, doubly penetrated with cock as you spit roasted her. Her moans were silenced by the silicone, replaced by an incomprehensible gurgling as Wonyoung hit the back of her throat, desperate to make her gag.

Wonyoung's eyes had a delightful sadism in them, enjoying her member slurping on her strap, no matter how real she felt the arousal starting to run down her leg, your thrusts were much more controlled, burrowed firmly in Rei's ass as you jerked your cock into her body.

"Such a pretty body, even fucking better with two cocks in it." You growled, speeding up your thrusts to match Wonyoung.

"She's really built for cock, maybe we need to do this more often..." Wonyoung suggested, the thoughts of you and Wonyoung using Rei more often made you weak in the knees.

The other two girls laid in the corner, curled up in a circle as they licked the juicy fruit between each other's crotch. Completely focused on each other's taste and scent as they tuned out the rest of the world.

You didn't feel much strength left in you, "Wonyoung.. I'm gonna cum in this sexy ass.." You choked out to the partner in crime.

"Cum in that tight ass! Defile her!" She shouted back, giving you permission as you shot out another orgasm. Soul leaving your body as the world stopped spinning for a second, time standing still as you unleashed your cum into her hole.

You pulled out, Rei's ass fully gaped as semen dirtily trailed down her sweat covered legs, Wonyoung dropped her onto the floor with a loud thud.

Your energy started to wane, Wonyoung frowned as you fell onto the ground at your limit. "You did so well baby. I'll clean everyone up, but let's be clear." She got closer to your ear as she whispered "You are going to fuck me for hours next time..."

The world went black, a satisfied night with your favorite girls in the world.

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siilent-wanderer · 1 month ago

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Again and again

Pairing: actress! ive x actress! reader

Prompt: The script said one kiss, the drama showed one kiss. But the leaked behind-the-scenes footage? Hmm...

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Yujin

The Nation’s It-Girl, Korea’s Favorite Lead

coming-of-age romance

yknow just two childhood best friends who reunite as adults, rekindling their feelings after years apart

Yujin plays the effortlessly charming, slightly cocky female lead

she plays it so well that sometimes you wonder if she’s even acting

the kissing scene is supposed to be a slow, lingering one

JUST ONE single, meaningful kiss before you both pull away

but in the behind-the-scenes clip, Yujin kisses you once…

then twice…

then three times in succession, grinning as she leans in AGAIN

"Director-nim, I think I forgot my lines. We should redo this," she jokes, right before pressing ANOTHER soft kiss against your lips

you hear the staff definitely snickering in the background

the clip goes viral instantly

"SHE'S SO OBVIOUS??? GIRL WAS HAVING THE TIME OF HER LIFE" "yujin’s method acting is just... wanting to kiss her co-star over and over?? that's kinda sus" "we all saw her SMILE between kisses. Yujin, be fr”

in an interview, Yujin just smirks when asked about it

"I just got really into character”

"Or maybe you just didn’t want the scene to end?”

“Maybe," she says, dimples showing

that knowing smile and those twinkling eyes. iykyk

Gaeul

The Respected Actress Who’s Known for Elegance

historical sapphic romance

your characters are from opposing noble families, bound by duty but helplessly drawn to each other

her character is graceful, composed — until it comes to you

the kiss is supposed to be a gentle, chaste press of lips before she pulls away

in the behind-the-scenes footage tho…

Gaeul stays close, her lips brushing yours a second time…

then a third

her hand lingers against your cheek as she murmurs, "Just one more."

the director eventually yells, "CUT — Gaeul, that was not in the script!"

Gaeul just smiles, eyes still locked onto yours. "Wasn't it?"

the video of her very unscripted kisses spreads like wildfire

"Gaeul is the definition of a hopeless romantic." "sis said 'I’m staying in character' but that was just her real emotions cuz wdym jUST ONE MORE” "HER LITTLE SMILE AFTER THE KISS !!! SHE KNEW WHAT SHE WAS DOING"

when asked about it in an interview, Gaeul simply tilts her head and says, "I think the scene needed more... emotion."

Rei

Rising Star with an Intense Fanbase

soft and slow-burn romance

from being enemies to falling deeply in love

Rei plays the cold, tsundere-type lead who only softens for you

the script calls for one short, hesitant kiss

instead, the clip that leaks shows Rei lingering, hesitating

but then leaning in again for another kiss

and another

and another !!

she lets out a breathy, nervous laugh against your lips and whispers:

“I think we should try it one more time. For, uh, realism."

the comments go insane

"REEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII GIRL, THAT WASN’T NECESSARY" "she was acting like she had a crush ON HER ACTUAL CO-STAR" "we got FOUR kisses instead of ONE like Naoi Rei, do you want to explain??"

during a live broadcast, Rei’s face turns bright red when Joy asks about it

she hides behind her hands before stammering, "I-I was just in the moment!"

Wonyoung

The Goddess of K-Drama, Korea’s Sweetheart

glamorous and dramatic romance

filled with longing stares, fancy gala scenes, and breathtaking confessions

Wonyoung plays the rich, untouchable CEO who falls for the heir of another company a.k.a. you

the script said the kiss scene is meant to be a slow, tension-filled moment

Wonyoung was supposed to barely brush her lips against yours before pulling away

but in the leaked behind-the-scenes clip, she doesn’t pull away

like, at all

instead, she kisses you again

and then? again

she smiles against your lips, completely breaking character, and murmurs, "I can’t help it, you’re too pretty."

the internet obviously loses it

I mean, it IS Jang Wonyoung

"wonyoung was just indulging herself at that point like that was the gayest sht I ever heard her say" "She literally whispered sweet nothings between kisses. Is this even acting?" "Jang Wonyoung took 'one more take' as 'ten more kisses' and I respect that"

in an interview, Wonyoung just giggles and winks at the camera

"Oops?"

Liz

The Lovable Actress Who Plays the Best WLW Leads

cozy, heartfelt romance

just two childhood best friends who realize their feelings after years of quiet pining

Liz plays the warm, affectionate, best-friend-turned-lover role too convincingly

the kiss is meant to be a soft, fleeting touch of lips

in the leaked video, however, Liz doesn’t stop

she pulls you in closer, her hands resting on your waist as she deepens the kiss, tilting her head slightly like she wants more

she even lets out the softest hum before breaking away, her gaze locked onto yours

"That felt natural, right?"

the staff erupts in laughter because who even says that after breaking character?!

the clip goes insanely viral with fans saying:

"y/n better check if she still has her heart because I’m pretty sure liz just stole it" "Her hands were so gentle… so soft… so tender… I am on the floor" "Kim Jiwon, sweetie, that was NOT 'just acting’"

when asked about it, Liz just laughs sheepishly

"Hmm, I guess I got… a little too into the scene?"

Leeseo

The Rising Star Who Masters the Best Slow-Burn Romances

soft, heartwarming coming-of-age romance

two childhood best friends navigating the bittersweet transition into something more

Leeseo is the endearing best-friend-who-loves-you-more-than-she-says

the moment of realization is meant to be subtle

just a lingering glance, fingers brushing, an unspoken understanding

but in the leaked behind-the-scenes clip...

Leeseo doesn’t let go of your hand, her thumb gently tracing over your knuckles

she tilts her head, her voice softer than usual when she asks, "Do you really not feel it?"

then, without thinking, she reaches up, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, her fingertips barely grazing your skin

the director yells "CUT," but Leeseo stays still as if she didn't hear a thing, her eyes still searching yours for something unspoken

the clip spreads like wildfire online and fans absolutely lose their minds:

"Leeseo’s gaze alone deserves an award. Why does it feel like she’s actually in love??" "dude the way she hesitates before pulling away??? this is NOT just acting y'all" "Can we talk about her voice breaking a little?? Like, she ACTUALLY meant that line" "WHY did she tuck Y/N’s hair behind her ear so gently? I am unwell oml"

when asked about the scene, Leeseo just laughs

"Hmm... Maybe I was a little too in character?"

A/N: no kissing scene for leeseo, she's still a child in my eyes 😤

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808airsoftbros · 6 months ago

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My Scary Noona (Kim Gaeul) (BXG) (S)

Author: A requested oneshot by an anonymous user, if you are reading this I hope you enjoy it, and if you all want to see more of my stories check out my Masterlist.

Y/N's POV

"I swear to God Yujin and Wonyoung, your guy's room is always a mess!"

Hearing my Noona, Gaeul once again yelling at her members for having a messy room and Yujin and Wonyoung pouted trying to act cute to get out of their predicament.

But if I know Gaeul no tricks are going to work on her as she's the oldest and made them clean up. Of course, Yujin and Wonyoung reluctantly did so as we all knew not to mess with her.

Even if Gaeul isn't the leader of IVE, she is still someone you don't want to cross with and she'll make your life a living hell.

Meanwhile, I was in my room playing Helldivers 2, wearing noise-canceling headphones, I didn't hear much of the commotion outside until I smelled that same autumn perfume that Gaeul always wears.

The scent was strong like it was being held right at my nose and when I turned around I saw Gaeul right behind my chair and I gulped.

"Y-Yes, Noona...?" I gulped.

"You, you and I are going on a date, you're not busy right..?" Gaeul asked and I shook my head.

"No... Well maybe..." I chuckled nervously and she rolled her eyes.

"And what exactly is keeping you busy today? Sitting your lazy ass playing video games?" She sarcastically asked.

Without saying anymore, Gaeul tossed me clothes for me to wear, and ordered me to get dressed and meet her outside. I sighed seeing that my video game sessions ended so soon.

After I finished changing into the clothes that Gaeul gave me which was a pair of Addidas sweatpants and jacket, I wear a Vans black shirt and all complimented by Addidas shoes.

Coming out of my room, Gaeul gave me a small grin before taking my arm leading me out of the dorm.

"Will be out all-day girls, you all better not make a mess!" Gaeul announced and the girls nodded.

"Of course, Unnie... You won't have to worry about a thing..." Yujin casually says while on her phone.

"You better keep your word," Gaeul warned and we left the dorm.

Walking hand in hand out of the dorm into the cool autumn breeze, Gaeul took a deep breath and sighed relaxing herself after constantly yelling bossing around her members all-day.

"Noona, do you always have to be this strict?" I curiously asked and she huffed.

"Well, someone has to keep things in order, and besides you know how chaotic those girls can get right?" Gaeul pointed out and sighed knowing she was right.

"Yeah, I cannot lie, they do get crazy sometimes... Even for my own liking," I answered and she grinned.

"Aren't you lucky you have a girlfriend like me to handle them~? Otherwise, you'd go mad," She cheekily said and I chuckled.

Afterward, Gaeul walked me into her favorite ramen shop, the waiter guided us to our table and left us alone to decide what to eat on the menu.

Gaeul took her time looking over the specials and then at me with a small warm smile the same look when she knows exactly what I'm going to get. Though I do sometimes doubt that...

"Let me guess... The shoyu ramen?" Gaeul guessed and I was baffled at how she knew what I was getting and once again proving me wrong.

"How do you always know, Noona...?" I asked confused and she giggled.

"Because you always get the same thing every time, it doesn't take a detective to figure that out don't you think? Perhaps try something new for a change," She suggested and I sighed.

Gaeul knew I was quite a picky eater, it's always been like that since childhood which gave my family a headache trying to get me to try foods that I may or may not like.

Although I always hesitated food from my parents, Gaeul is the opposite case not because she's scary or threatens to shove it down my throat but because I was less reluctant and open because of her warm and caring personality.

Unlike others who only saw me as a failure, weak, and stupid because of my health and mental disorder, Gaeul was the only friend I have who truly saw me as who I am and accepted me nonetheless.

Sure Gaeul may scold me from time to time but I eventually learned that it was for my own good and I have a lot more to learn about relationships even if we've been together for a few years now.

"Well, well, I can't believe my eyes... It's the weird kid..." I heard a familiar voice I hope to never hear again.

Looking up I sighed to see Jackson and his gang walking up towards us, they're all idols like Gaeul, and she too was surprised to see them.

"Jackson? What are you doing here?" Gaeul asked raising an eyebrow.

"Darling, why else would we be here? We came to grab some food is all. What are you doing with him?" He asked and Gaeul rolled her eyes.

"Jackson, this is my boyfriend Kim Y/N, we were on a date and we would appreciate if you didn't interrupt our quality time together," Gaeul answered and he seemed surprised before laughing his ass off.

"Boyfriend? Are you serious? You're a famous idol like us and this guy is who you choose? I mean come on you're better off dating some rookie guy from a shitty company instead of him, don't you think?" Jackson asked with a hint of mockery and I looked down not daring to look at him.

Gaeul on the other hand was furious about his words and immediately stood up before him almost as if she was ready to fight him as her fists was closed tightly.

"Take. That. Back." Gaeul warned coldly glaring at him but Jackson only sneered.

"Or else what? He's worth nothing and you are stooping so low dating him," Jackson replied and Gaeul scoffed.

"Oh please, that's quite rich, you always think you're so high and mighty because you walk over people to get on top, you always exploit, bully, and extort everyone to make yourself feel like the king of the world, but no, it's pathetic. Just admit it, Jackson, you're nothing but a goddamn coward," Gaeul coldly spoke to his face and he was livid.

"You fucking bitch! You dare speak to me like that to your senior?! Did you ever learn respect for people like us?!" Jackson angrily asked gripping Gaeul's collar tightly shooting her a deathly glare but she wasn't fazed one bit.

"Oh, I do... But you're not worthy of my respect unless you apologize to my boyfriend and recognize putting down others only makes you a weaker man," Gaeul retorted and Jackson lost it.

Jackson's anger took over him as he raised his fist to deliver a punching blow but he froze a painful sensation was felt in his groin from Gaeul kicking his balls causing him to let go of her collar as he groaned in pain.

Gaeul didn't even give him time to react, she grabbed his shoulders before delivering a cross punch to his jaw knocking him on the floor.

"Get up," Gaeul sternly demanded.

Jackson limply got back on his feet but it wasn't for long as Gaeul delivered a heavy front kick to his face knocking him down and she scoffed almost pitying how weak he was.

"Get up," Gaeul demanded once more.

Jackson's friend stood back not daring to intervene, Jackson tried to get up but it was harder as his body was sore and devastated from Gaeul's punches and kicks to his face and groin. Again without warning Gaeul slapped so hard that everyone in the restaurant heard it and he crashed into the wall and fell down groaning in pain.

"Not so fun when you're the one that's helpess, isn't it?" Gaeul asked sternly.

"Y-Your fucking insane..." Jackson weakly said and catches his breath.

"Well, that's what happens when you mess with one's boyfriend, I'll let you go but mess with my boyfriend again and I won't be so merciful and I'll do everything in my power to ensure you suffer for all of eternity, got it?" Gaeul warned and Jackson looked down in defeat.

"I understand..." He weakly groaned.

"Good, now you roaches get out of my sight!" Gaeul ordered pointing at the door and the boy quickly ran out of the restaurant.

Letting out a huff trying to calm herself down, she walked back to the table and sat down in front of me as the waiter comes back to take our orders.

I ordered my usual while Gaeul ordered the special spicy beef ramen, the waiter writes it down and leaves us for now. Shortly after, the waiters returned with our ramen orders.

Trying the new shoyu ramen recipe was absolutely immaculate despite the major change proving that not all changes in my picky habits are necessarily a bad thing to occur.

After we finished eating, we head back to the dorm to see the girls mostly asleep with Leeseo hugging Rei and Wonyoung and Yujin cuddling one another.

"Aww~. How adorable is that darling? But you know that means... right?" She whispered into my ear sending shivers down my spine knowing exactly what she means.

"Are you sure, Noona?" I nervously asked keeping my voice down to not disrupt their slumber.

"Do you know how long I've been craving you~? I haven't gotten your juicy cock inside of me for weeks... And I want it now," She seductively purred.

Without wasting time, Gaeul dragged me into my room closing the door before locking it, she shoved me into the bed and crawled towards me like a hungry tigress about to devour her prey.

The look in her eyes would make any man shit his pants as there was no escape for me as Gaeul cornered me on all sides as she pinned me down with her strong grip.

"Hmm... Where to start first~? So many ways~," She wondered as she licked her lips thinking of all the unholy things to do with me.

Taking some time to ponder on her first move, she smirked before going to my ear, her lips just inches from my neck as she nippled my earlobe a bit sending jolts of excitement and nervousness.

"Why don't you be a dear and take off my clothes~," She whispered and I nodded.

Sitting up I reached my hands on the straps of her dress pulling them aside and slowly pushing it down revealing her black laced bra and panties barely covering her assets.

"You like what you see don't you~? My body is just perfect for you baby~," She said in a husky tone and she bit her lip as she began working on my pants to free my erection.

Gaeul slides my pants off along with my boxers revealing my 9 inch dick making her lick her lips and biting it as this size was more than perfect for her.

"God, the words cannot describe how much I miss having your cock inside of me..." She muttered as she went down taking my length into my mouth.

Feeling her warm mouth and tongue swirling on my cock felt so amazing as always, Gaeul always knew all the buttons to push on me, and in turn, I'd pound the shit out of her.

Gaeul began bobbing her head faster and faster making me moan as I grab her hair as she began deepthroating me and soon enough I was reaching my limit but she wasn't stopping.

"Fuck... Noona I'm going to cum..." I warned and Gaeul took my cock out of her mouth before opening it wide sticking her tongue out as she used her hand to finish me off.

Almost instantly, I shot my line of cum onto her face most of it ending up on her tongue and she purred as she licked the cum off her lips and fingers.

"Mmm~. Thank you for the meal baby but now it's your turn~," She spoke in a commanding tone as she gestured me to take off her undergarments.

Obeying her commands like a good boy, I unclip her bra revealing her perky and luscious boobs, and slid off her panties revealing her perfect shaved womanhood.

Diving into her pussy I began eating her out making her moan my name as she wrapped her thighs around my head pushing herself onto my face more.

"Fuck baby~. Such a good fucking boy eating mommy out~! Keep this up and Mommy will treat you~," Gaeul wickedly grinned as she kept moaning as I eat her out.

Inserting my tongue inside of her not getting enough of her tasty juices she moaned louder as I began hitting her g-spot with my tongue and I feel her walls tightening.

"Shit baby~! I'm going cum and you better not waste a single drop..." She warned and she squirted all in my mouth despite her strong thighs tightly wrapped around my skull.

When Gaeul unwrapped her thighs she opened my mouth making sure I swallowed every drop of her juices and she smiled wickedly.

"Good boy, you didn't waste a drop and mommy is very proud of you~. Now it's time for your treat~," She praised.

She went on all fours displaying her firm and rounded ass to me and her glistening pussy and teasingly twerks inviting me to take her.

I didn't waste any time getting up aligning my cock to her pussy and slamming inside making her yelp as she didn't expect me to enter so abruptly but she didn't seem not to like it one bit but rather the opposite.

"Shit baby! You want me so badly don't you~?" She teasingly asked and without hesitation, I began fiercely pounding her pussy giving her my answer.

Gaeul moaned loudly as she gripped the sheets of the bed tightly as I rammed her like an angry bull and took out all my sexual desires and love on her.

The tightness of her pussy of my cock and the feeling was heavenly and I went all out to ensure Gaeul is pleased and happy with me.

"Fuck! Fuck! Just like that!" She screamed as I began hitting her g-spot with my cock nearly penetrating her.

Picking up the pace, I grabbed her ass as support as I pounded her faster and deeper making Gaeul nearly scream in ecstasy and slightly worry if I was going to finish too fast.

But I managed to hold my ground as I knew this was all out of love and our desires of one another, Gaeul was the only woman I'd ever want to share this rough lovemaking with.

Time was lost in our minds and before we knew it, we were both getting to our edge.

"I'm so close baby~!" Gaeul yelped.

"Me too... I don't know if I can hold it much longer!" I replied as I continued pounding her.

"Do it! Don't hold back! Let's do it together!" She demanded and I came deep inside of her as Gaeul squirted all over my cock.

After the massive orgasm we collapse onto the bed exhausted and sweaty from our passionate lovemaking. Gaeul gave a weak smile as she was catching her breath.

"That was amazing, baby... Better than I can imagine..." She whispered as she caressed my cheek.

"Y-Yeah, it was because of you... I'm the luckiest man to ever be with you," I replied as I hugged her pressing my face against her boobs and she giggled.

"No, honey, I'm the one who is lucky to have such a cute boyfriend and I can never ask for a better partner," She replied and sighed contently as she began playing with the strands of my hair.

"I love you, Noona..."

"I love you too, baby..."

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elryuse · 3 months ago

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Introducing The Latest Yandere Universe I Named :

Babel's Chains. Which Includes, Members from Itzy, Aespa and IVE. As you Guys have decided, This story will be a College/University Themed. There Will be a small Teaser story/Part 0 that I will be Uploaded tomorrow. Please show some Love, and I hope You guys have the same Excitement as I do.

BABEL'S CHAINS :

Pt. 0 (Babel's University)

Pt. 1 (Beginning)

Pt. 2 (Troubles)

Pt. 3 (About Him)

Pt. 4 (Friends Or Foe)

Pt. 5 (First Kiss)

Pt. 6 (Temptation)

Pt. 7 (Lo Siento)

Pt. 8 (Mon bébé)

Pt. 9 (Fuck Me Like You Mean It)

Pt. 10 (Compassion)

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prael · 1 year ago

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coup de théâtre - IVE Jang Wonyoung (Ft. An Yujin, Naoi Rei, Kim Gaeul)

Part 2 of folie à deux.

IVE Jang Wonyoung x Male reader smut.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

Masterlist word count: 11,849

coup de théâtre - a sudden and surprising event

"You're just not getting it." Wonyoung stresses as her hands settle on Rei's hips. "If we get too close here, it's going to ruin everything."

"So you don't want me right here?" Rei's shoulders slouch and she pouts in confusion.

"Watch. Yujin, you know what you’re doing." Wonyoung signals the other girl over. "Gaeul, ready?"

She gives a confident nod and readies her posture.

"Alright, music, cue.” That is your signal. See, that's the only reason you're here. Wonyoung insisted you help them out during their dance practice. With the speaker at your feet, you slouch against the mirrored back wall. You can see yourself, shorts and tee loosely hung from your body, in the mirror across the room. Between you and it, the four girls are ready to spring to life. They swear they'll make it big, maybe they will, but they're not there yet.

You hit play on your phone. “Five, six, seven, eight,” and three of the girls dance. Wonyoung watches as the girls inevitably get in each other's way. Rei goes to cross between Gaeul and Yujin and the gap is so small that she almost takes a fist to the face. The mistake brings them to a halt.

"See? We need better spacing." Wonyoung demands the point again and stands between the three, explaining how things will have to line up. The four of them flail arms, pointing at their feet, imitating footwork and readjusting as needed.

You'd argue she isn't even the best dancer among them, not that there's much disparity between them. But she's the one who insists they have to be critical or they will never get better. The girls take this school dance club more seriously than anything else in this place. They start from the top again with another countdown and another play from you. It doesn't take long for everyone to get back into the motion. Gaeul turns, Yujin shifts, and Rei steps. This time it all goes buttery smooth.

Hips sway and asses shake. Bodies glimmer with sweat under the studio lights. All their slender figures move with equal parts energy and sensuality. The original choreographer wouldn’t say it, but to say it's seductive wouldn't be wholly incorrect. From the powerful steps to the flowing graceful movements, the whole thing is a pleasure to watch. Every little flourish is alluring and equally mesmerising.

This continues, round and round, over and over and over. Slowly, they iron the kinks. Work out the errors. Find the minor adjustments. All until they're dancing with all the confidence they need to own the stage when the time comes.

The sweat on their bodies soaks in to the tops of their practice outfits. Each movement has their loose strands of hair cling to their faces, necks, shoulders. They're drenched, exhausted, but they keep pushing through the final attempt. The music fades out; they finish. Rei throws herself on the floor. Laying, legs extended and arms resting beside her, she stares at the ceiling for a while with a soft groan.

The other three head toward you (more accurately; their drinks). You lift yourself up onto the bench, taking a seat at the end and handing the bottles to the girls. Wonyoung sits right beside you and leans back against the wall mirror.

“Good job. That looked great."

"Yeah." Wonyoung barely manages that as her heavy, laboured breath requires most of her focus. She grasps her bottle with trembling fingers.

"That was good," Gaeul confirms as she takes a seat next to Wonyoung.

After handing a bottle to Rei, Yujin stands right in front of you. Drink in one hand and the other resting on her hip, at the waistband of her skin-tight leggings. "What about me? Did I look good? I think I nailed it." Yujin breathes as the words escape her lips. Her heavy lashes lower and gaze at you. A bright smile spread across her pink-tinged, sweat-slicked cheeks.

You reply honestly. "Yeah, you did. Perfect."

Rei lets out a couple of forced coughs to mockingly comment between them; get a room.

Wonyoung snickers at Rei's joke. Her breathing steady and her gaze on Yujin. "Looks like she wants to, don't you, Yujin?"

"You think?" Rei chimes in again.

“I think so," Wonyoung chuckles and swipes a strand of her hair behind her ear. "The changing room is free, but I can't promise I won't walk in."

It's like she insists on making it as awkward as possible. But there's no way she can know about you and Yujin. No. That's impossible. This must just be a coincidence—a light-hearted tease.

"So when's next practice?" Gaeul interrupts, saving you both your blushes. "I can't do any weekend practices, I'm going on a trip."

"Oh right, the fiancé," Wonyoung begins, and you brace yourself, because you know the kinds of things she usually says here. "why him? Isn't he kind of… beneath you?"

Wonyoung is every bit as blunt and harsh as usual. There's no ambiguity there—no double-meaning or clever innuendo. It's a comment born out of her own distorted view that everyone is beneath her.

Yujin turns round, glaring with her brows raised and silently mouths the words: 'are you serious?'

"I like him," Gaeul answers simply. You'd never met her fiancé but if there's one thing you'd learned about Gaeul in your limited interactions is that she didn't act on whims. If she said yes, it's because she really likes him.

"It's his huge cock, right?" Wonyoung is as brash as ever and Yujin almost chokes on her sip of water. Rei’s head snaps up, and she's staring from her laying position. You open your mouth to speak, but it’s caught in your throat.

"Maybe," Gaeul cuts through the awkwardness. Everyone pauses. The attention in the room rests on Gaeul, each of them not so subtlely urging her to keep talking. Yujin takes a seat on the ground at your feet, cross-legged, and ready for a story.

Gaeul has one hand scratching at her arm and the other gripping at the bottle in her lap. She hesitates a moment. Maybe she’s busy wondering if she should (or if she dare) say any more. And then she erupts in to a story that pulls no punches. "This one time, me and him got into it pretty heavy and I was deep-throating his—sorry, too graphic?"

There's a collective shake of heads. Even Rei has sat up to listen intently now. Gaeul gives the faintest smile in recognition and she continues.

"So there we were. I'm lying down and deep-throating his cock. I've got him all the way in my throat, and there was still more to go. I just couldn't. As much as I wanted his whole cock in me, it just wouldn't go." Gaeul gives a pout, lamenting her failure. "I tried so hard, I felt like I couldn't do it. Couldn't breathe. I didn't know how, not with that length buried in me. I felt so small, and... I loved it."

Her face is turning a deep shade of vermilion as she relives the memory. Still, her hand squeezes tight around her water bottle and all the others wait for Gaeul to continue. Yujin is leaning forward, hands on her knees, eyes wide and listening closely. Wonyoung looks rather relaxed on her stretch of wall with her head laid against the cool surface. The sweat from her cheeks and brow slowly trickling down. But she's rapt, fixated, awaiting the story.

"The tip hit the back of my throat. I just didn't want it to stop."

As she describes it, her candid description, with no holds barred, the vision her story creates does something to you. Your mind races at the thought that it might have been any woman in Gaeul's position. Yujin. Wonyoung.

Wonyoung.

Her hand is halfway up your thigh, clearly excited at the image Gaeul is painting. You appreciate the gesture, don't misunderstand that, but there's enough sensory overload without having the weight of her fingers pressing into the firm muscle of your thigh. It isn't doing you any favours as the tiny beads of perspiration at Wonyoung's temple burn on her skin and her flush skin glows. There’s no blaming you for the fantasies that form in your mind. Each as naughty as the last.

Yujin.

She's staring out of the corner of her eye, eyes locked with you and a blank expression on her face. And you just wonder, what it would be like to have her mouth wrapped around your cock. It's difficult, staring down the girl you like while the girl you like (and regularly fucking) has a hand on your leg.

And you just want them both. Right here, right now.

Gaeul continues, "and he's just grabbing at me, palm on my face, gripping my head and he's just fucking my face." You can barely hear her over the beating of your own heart in your eardrum—drumming loudly.

"I must've been choking, and he thought that was hot. He couldn’t stop and I didn’t want him to. He had me pinned, pressing his fingertips into my skin."

Speaking of fingertips, Wonyoung's trace your crotch, blindly roaming and teasing.

"Fuck." Wonyoung's only word—just a whisper from her lips.

Gaeul continues, "I was in heaven." Her eyes are sparkling. They’re glazed over and far-away, lost in the vivid memory.

"Wow," Rei stares in awe.

Gaeul shuffles around in her seat. First running her hand over her legs, pressed together at the knees, before moving a hand over her waist and pulling at the clingy material of her black yoga pants, that stretch tight across her hips. "So... Um... Yeah I guess you could say I like his huge cock."

Yujin speaks now and her voice cuts straight to your core. "He must love that you're, like, a total submissive slut in bed."

"Sometimes," Gaeul is almost back in the room, no longer enraptured by the memories of being used.

"You must blow him any chance you get," Rei pushes.

"Of course." Gaeul nods. She seems pleased as punch, her mouth spreading into a wide grin.

The words spill from your lips, "what about in public places?" And well, fuck, you meant for it to sound a lot more coy.

"A time or two..." she pauses, puckering her lips as her brows lift together, her head tilts slightly, and her gaze lifts upwards as she wracks her mind. "Well, a few times, if that’s interesting to you."

"Very.” Fuck. “I mean. I'm just curious." Stop talking, idiot.

"Well, the details are a secret for now," she grins toward Wonyoung and Yujin, who share a smile and a look.

"How come I haven't heard about this?" Rei chimes in. "You've got a new story every other week, but not even a whisper of this?"

"Because this is naughty and embarrassing." Gaeul covers her face. She's clearly a confused mixture of turned-on and shy right now. She might be a bit hesitant to share her wilder adventures, but the others aren't at all apprehensive about listening to the dirty details.

"One more," Wonyoung requests. She sits at the edge of her seat with a hand planted on your crotch and the other resting on her knee.

"Another?" Gaeul inquires. "I think it's someone else's turn now."

"Gaeul is right. Yujin, ever done anything naughty in public?" Wonyoung asks, drawing in and passing on the attention.

"Not in public, but..." Yujin stares at you for a moment too long. Clearly, the whole not telling anyone thing doesn’t apply to the girls in this room. It’s all far too obvious. "But I did have some fun recently." She grins like the cat that caught the canary.

"How recently?" Wonyoung cocks her head and a few loose locks fall over her shoulder. "What kind of fun? Who with?"

"Just... some guy. He was a total sub, did everything I told him to." She drags her teeth across the plump swell of her bottom lip.

Some guy? Sometimes it feels like all you will ever be.

"Did what you told him?" Gaeul sounds intrigued. "What did you ask him to do?"

"Don't know," Yujin answers quickly. Too quickly. "Nothing much. Just something special for me." Her teeth are back against her lower lip, chewing on it before continuing. "Thing is, he’s a cute guy, and he was a real natural.”

"Did you cum?" Rei jumps in again, straight to the point.

"More than once." Yujin's face lit up. “I didn't let him fuck me, though. You should have seen the desperate look on his face.”

“Did you even let him cum? Poor guy.” Gaeul sympathises unnecessarily, and unknowingly, with you.

“I did, made him blow a load right on me.”

“Oh fuck, I love that.” Rei chimes in with an approving nod. “On my body makes me feel so hot.”

“I'm a face girl myself.” Gaeul admits before bursting out into embarrassed laughter.

Wonyoung stays noticeably quiet on this one. Of course, you know why. ‘Too messy’, she always told you.

“Yeah, we know all about that,” laughs Rei at Gaeul.

God only knows how you ended up in this situation. Sitting between four women, all gorgeous in their own way, each getting equally aroused by the topic of conversation. The atmosphere in the room, so humid and hot already, has seemed to intensify tenfold in the moments since Gaeul began her sordid tale. Now, with each question and subsequent answer, it was building steadily, the sexual tension increasing in magnitude with each word. The heat of their sweat-soaked bodies permeates the air with the burn of the midday sun.

"You didn’t even get fucked? You're no fun, Yujin. I need detail." Wonyoung is feeding off the stories and expelling the energy through her touch into your cock. You pull your knees up now, to try to hide what Wonyoung is doing to you. "Rei. Save us. Please give us something juicy."

"I uh, well..." The nerves in her face are clear. Rei is more than happy to press details from others, but now she's in the spotlight. "There was this guy I met online. I don't even know his name. He just went by an emoji."

"An emoji?" the other three girls say in unison.

"Yeah. An orange. Anyway, not important. So, we met up." Her hands run along her bare thighs, feeling the sticky heat of her palms and the cool beads of sweat along her smooth legs. "I kinda asked him to... I mean, it wasn't explicitly—" She begins her excuses as though her asking this anonymous man to come meet her was shameful. Her fumbling words get a giggle out of Yujin.

"Calm down, Rei, no-one is judging." Gaeul gives her friend an easy smile.

"This was just to hook up and no strings. He had a hotel room." Rei rubs at her neck. Blush overcomes her face.

"Love that vibe." Gaeul holds up a lazy thumb of approval. "The no-strings thing."

"So this wasn't a vanilla fucking, I bet. Did things get wild?" Wonyoung asks as she squeezes her grip on your cock in excitement. "Were there handcuffs or leashes involved? What was it, a spanking? Maybe even gotten yourself a strap, Rei?"

"Oh my god," the embarrassment hits Rei even stronger, even more colour blossoming into her skin, "you're unbelievable," she manages. "So, uh. Not that exactly."

"Yeah? Well, do tell," Gaeul smiles politely. "Might pick up some ideas for my fiancé."

"So there were handcuffs," Rei mutters, then shrugs in an almost nonchalant gesture.

"Yes!" Wonyoung whisper-shouts. "Nice. Let me guess, tied up and whipped." Her hand is the most motionless it has been on your clothed cock the entire time. As if it's frozen in anticipation.

"He restrained me. Cuffed me to the bed. Had his way with me," Rei reveals. It's obvious now she was looking anywhere but in your direction. "The guy was packing too. And knew what he was doing. My whole body was shaking, legs like jelly," she continued, eyes glassy, dreamy even, a thin film covering their beauty, staring ahead without focus. Her nails tap idly at her neck, like she is recalling the memory.

"Fuuuck," Wonyoung swears loudly. "That’s good." She can only speak in hushed tones now, the heat having sapped her strength and turned her speech breathy.

Wonyoung rolls her hips back. Just the slightest bit. But enough for you to feel it, a soft brush across the side of your leg. A brief acknowledgement of contact. An assurance, to you, that Wonyoung hadn't forgotten you or the movements of her hands.

"Shut up," Rei blushes at her friend.

"Look, you're squeezing your thighs together now. Just thinking about this mysterious Mr Orange is turning you on. You sure you're not dripping now?"

"Alright Wony, you're making it weird now." Yujin laughs at her, breaking some of the tension. "Sounds like you need to get laid. Still not doing anything with that boyfriend of yours?" The whole question rolls of her tongue while she’s staring at you. You’re caught in some unspoken, twisted game.

"Nope. Never will. You know I don't like him." Wonyoung’s words are ice cold. You never pushed for details on it, but you have picked up on bits and pieces of this before. As best you understand, her family pushed the relationship on her. He's some wealthy heir from another chaebol family. They never loved each other, or even knew each other properly. The relationship was purely political. Strategic.

"I have to go," Gaeul speaks while frantically tapping away on her phone. It's painfully obvious to everyone in the room what’s happening and where she's going. Her fiance is probably already getting the cuffs ready. But she doesn't seem to care to hide it and, to be frank, she cannot be the only person excited about the prospect of sex right now.

"You two girls should probably go too. I'm going to stay and work on my form a little." Wonyoung turns to face you. "And you're going to help me, right?"

"Of course, whatever you need." You respond automatically, feeling almost obligated at this point. Yujin chuckles at you. Probably internally mocking just how easy you really are. Just like how she described you earlier. Total sub.

"Okay, see you." Gaeul stands abruptly. “I need to—”

“We know.” The rest of you say together. She nods her head and then is heading for the door in a rush, collecting her stuff messily under her arm. She drops her hat at the door and stops to pick it up. While bending down, she looks back at the four of you.

“Have fun!” Rei calls out with genuine excitement.

Gaeul nods again and spins, rushing out the door.

Rei moves slower to leave, reluctant, almost. But once Yujin stands and is gathering her things, Rei follows suit.

“Aren't you supposed to be taking us home?” Yujin looks at you. She already knows how this will play out, but she wants to make her point.

“You could always wait outside for him.” Wonyoung responds for you with a cocky smile. There's no way she is letting you go.

“Why do you need him, anyway?” Rei asks.

“Rei, sweetie, look at her hand.” Yujin turns to her but gestures her hand out towards you—towards your lap.

“Oh. OH!” You can see in her face that she has so many questions, but the stare from Wonyoung makes her keep her mouth shut.

“Let's go,” Yujin places a hand on Rei's shoulder.

The two girls are walking away from you, and all you can do is watch their asses leave. Leggings hug one, the other in shorts, both thick. Plump asses, firm thighs, wide hips. The stretchy material of their clothing barely constrains them.

"Alright, now let's get down to business." Wonyoung immediately shifts to sit astride your thigh. It's not that she doesn't know that Rei and Yujin will spend their whole journey home talking about you two. It's just that she doesn't care.

She's straddling you. Her own leg pinning against your hard bulge. Wonyoung rolls herself along you, sending pleasure radiating in ripples throughout your body. Wonyoung smiles mischievously. "We've got half an hour, maybe."

Her hot breath hitting your face. It's hard to be sure how much of it is from her arousal and how much from the intense dancing not ten minutes ago.

"Fuck, that was so hot. The idea of Gaeul getting her pretty mouth fucked." Wonyoung lets out a satisfied sigh as she sinks her hips against your clothed leg. "Did you see her face? I bet she was creaming at just the memory."

Wonyoung's fingers slip under your waistband, then her hand follows them, wrapping around you and pumping. "You liked it." The confirmation is in her hand, but the grin on her face grows, evidently pleased to find your arousal. She licks her lip hungrily and gives a slow pump of her hand. "That's perfect. I really need a cock right now. In my throat."

As she says it, she backs off your lap, stands and steps away. Just a slight separation, but the difference is enormous: the absence of her hot, wet centre creates a vacuum—impossible to ignore.

She's already twisting around on her heels. Then she pulls her tight, tiny shorts down and takes her thong with them, squatting slightly to pass the clothes over her legs, leaving her bare ass in front of your face. She turns back to you, wearing only her skin tight tank top. Her sodden cunt is now right there, bare and as pretty as ever. "Clothes off."

Obedient and efficient, you pull at the bottom of your shirt to lift it over your head. There's no slow tease, just business: you lift your hips and pull off your shorts and underwear together, while kicking off your shoes.

"Get up," is her instruction, the stern bite on her voice only seeming to harden her demeanour. Wonyoung takes your place on the bench, sitting delicately, like an idol would. Cross-legged and her hands atop her knee. Her top still hugging her frame. She raises one hand and angles a single finger towards you, her wrist pointing to the ceiling. She beckons you, parting her plump lips and resting her head against the mirror behind her.

Mouth, Wonyoung signals again and, with that, you're moving towards her.

Wonyoung demands your attention. Everything about her is inviting: the playful half-lidded gaze as her tongue swirls in her mouth and she lets it roll slowly along her lip. Even just the sharp cut of her jaw and long strands that frame it are striking and you'll be the last one to object to giving her what she asks for.

“Wony—”

"Shh." A sharp sound. Her lips purse. Inviting. "come here."

Without a sound, your stiff cock presses toward Wonyoung's silky-smooth face. Though her lips are glistening and begging for you to glide in, they rest unmoving, arrogantly waiting for you to do the work. It is only for a brief moment, but it's infuriatingly unhelpful. The silence breaks though, and she groans in a mix of anticipation and irritation and tilts her face up, angling her hips against the edge of the bench as a soft hiss escaped her lips. "Now."

Your hand tangles into her hair as she wraps her mouth around you—wet, warm and oh-so very inviting. And she wastes no time in pushing forward and dragging your head in deeper, enveloping you, with her tongue sliding on the underside of your length. And she hums gently, the vibrations reaching you and rippling through the depths of your groin. She is eager for your cock, her hands reaching and clawing. A controlling grasp on your hips.

Your hands remain firmly wound into the strands of her hair, gripping as if you are afraid of floating away, all the blood in your system rushing to your centre, dizzying your brain. She began pulling your hips against her, directing the movements and ensuring each pump brought another inch into her mouth. She continues eagerly. Wonyoung's technique was a blend of savouring and indulgence, an incarnation of sheer passion.

Even from beneath you, Wonyoung maintains all power. She guides you without the slightest hint of effort. The flex of her shoulder, the flow of her arm. She pulls you in.

Deeper.

Every pump bringing your hips closer and closer to her face. Every move is for her, from the angle of her head to the arch of her spine and even the hollowing of her cheeks. She owns the power in your body—and she wants it that way too, drawing you ever deeper, encouraging more movement, silently coaxing and promising a glorious reward at the end.

Keep going. Words unspoken but never more clearly conveyed. The flutter of her eyelids and the fire they temporarily conceal. Her throat contracting against the tip of your cock every time she guides you in. The warm comfort of the excess saliva running from her lower lip.

Eyes fixed on her pretty face and innocent gaze through the not-so-innocent act. Everything around you in a haze.

Deeper.

Captivating. Her movements never waiver and her determination is infallible as your mind clouds and you feel that coil in your belly tighten and constrict and burn through. You know this can't last forever. No matter how much you wish it could, but you're lost in the trance and there's nothing that could break you out of it—except maybe Yuj—fuck, not now.

Wonyoung stops, throwing you a look as if she knows. As if she felt the doubt inside you. She parts her lips and draws her head back.

In a move that washes away all those doubts, Wonyoung brings right leg over left and follows through the movement, lifting her legs onto the bench, feet flat and knees in the air. Back flat against the bench. Head suspended from the end of it.

You're on autopilot, following her face down, your soaked cock leading the way. You shift, putting your knees on the hardwood floor.

She puckers her lips, closing her eyes and arching her back. Wonyoung lures you in. Her tongue curls and reels you inside her mouth. Just an inch and then two, then three, then four. Your eyes revel at the sight. The mirror to your side only elevates the experience as you watch your cock disappear in her. Two Wonyoungs laid side by side, taking two cocks.

Wonyoung continues arching as you push on. Further and further and further.

Deeper.

Until... no more.

Until her eyes squeeze shut and the walls of her throat clenches, seizing down on you.

A strangled moan rasps in your throat as you lunge forward, trying desperately, selfishly, to press beyond the possible. You could lose to her right here and now.

Not now, no, not yet, not without fucking that tight little throat first.

Her throat bulging with the girth of your cock, her muscles desperately attempting to repel the foreign invasion.

Air is at a premium for the petite girl strewn out on the end of your cock. And yet, she settles, relaxes. She feels at home with a throat full of cock. Her long, slender legs remain folded together, yet while you were caught up in the intensity of entering her mouth, Wonyoung found the time to bury a hand between her thighs.

She's fucking her own hand. Rotating her hips and squeezing her thighs.

You draw out of her mouth, only for a second, just to give her the gasp of air she so desperately needs before you fuck into her throat again. Her legs clench as you thrust. Every little bit of pleasure that Wonyoung desires, she gets—as always.

There it is again, the vibrations against your tip as she moans.

Your fists full of hair and now, you pound into her pretty little mouth without pause. Creating the lewdest of sights. Wonyoung on the verge of orgasm, her face filled with you.

She's only becoming more of a mess as you fuck it, the saliva pouring from her mouth running over her. You keep going for so long that she’s spluttering. She’s choking now between the brief moments you give her, just like Gaeul was in her story. This is what Wonyoung wants, exactly how she wanted it.

It’s funny that for a girl so intent on you not making a mess of her, this is what she has become. She just has to really want it. Duly noted.

And god, is she fucking loving it. The pleasure washes over her as her body wriggles, and you continue your thrusting. She continues her own. Together, you take her to her peak. And you don't stop. Her hand doesn't stop—pushing past it, forcing herself into a state of bliss.

It's messier still. It's so fucking messy when she cums. Tears streaming. Saliva drooling. Sticky cum enveloping her hand.

And it's good. It's so fucking good when she moans on your cock. It's soft. It's tight. It vibrates, sucks—holds you and stimulates you. Her throat is—if only for a moment—the best sex toy that money can’t buy.

You have to give it to her, she’s playing the role of toy perfectly.

This toy? It plays with you.

She pushes her hand against the base of your cock. No more fucking. No more exploring the depth of her delicate throat. She had just came, after all.

That’s what matters to her.

You—you're on the edge and hanging on for dear life. The knot is twisted so tight that it hurts. And holding you on that edge is Wonyoung, holding you by the cock. An unmoving hand. If you weren't already on your knees, you would fall to them.

"Fuck, that was good." Wonyoung peeks around the cock she holds above her face, a wry smile painting her lips.

You want to reply, but your need to cum is clouding your mind like the most powerful of drugs. Words are just letters floating around your mind. Intoxicated by a woman, as you have been so many times. She's not just any woman.

"What's wrong? Aww, do you want to cum?" She playfully, with no real grip, twists and pulls her hand on your cock. It's not enough.

You let out a huff and nod.

She flashes an evil grin. "How about on my face?"

It's not something she's ever offered before. As much as you thought, so many times, about covering her pretty face in your cum, you never expected her to offer it. Perhaps that alone should serve as a warning. Too good to be true.

But at this point, you don't give a fuck. In her throat, on her face, you just need her to give you a sweet release. You chase it, pushing your hips towards her hands, desperately searching for friction. Blinded by lust, as dumb as a dog.

"First, tell me something." It says a lot about her. How she can be mostly naked, on her back underneath you, freshly fucked throat and all. And somehow she holds all the cards in this situation. "Did you fuck Yujin?"

"No..." It's not strictly a lie. You never put your cock inside her.

"I saw your dirty faces, the way you look at each other. And the way she told that story, about you, with you right there."

"Wonyoung. We didn't fuck. But even if we did, would that be so bad?"

"But she let you cum on her?” Wonyoung laughs aloud and starts playfully stroking your cock again. "You should have fucked her."

The action of her hand is torture, keeping you dangling and off balance. You were so close to the release and now she is holding you over the precipice, with no warning of a fall either way. You're as lost for words as you are for action. But truthfully, is it even a surprise that Wonyoung doesn't care if you do fuck her friend? She is the one cheating on her boyfriend, after all. Your only crime may be not telling her first.

"Now, will you cum on my face already? I know Yujin will never let you do this." And that’s it. The crux of it all. It all makes sense, doesn’t it? The reason this is happening, any of this here in this room, is because she refuses to be outshone. She intends to match act for act with all her friends, except Yujin. Yujin, she wants to beat—and the game is you.

And the irony is, she would never let her boyfriend do any of this.

"Fuck, Wony, you're insane," you grit, nearly delirious. This couldn't get any better. Two identical hot girls, mirrored and now they're getting even more adventurous. And Wonyoung finally ready to give you the satisfaction of blowing a load on her face? You couldn’t care less why it was happening, only that it was.

You fucking into her grip. In some metaphor for the whole relationship, your hips do work while her hand guides, keeping you aimed at her innocent face. She softly closes her eyes, slightly parting her lips. Waiting. She looks so beautiful, relaxed and comfortable, despite knowing what was coming. Despite the saliva still running from her mouth. Despite the post orgasm glow on her face.

"Anytime now." Wonyoung opened one eye, her face still pointing directly upwards. "Don’t make me ask again."

The feeling takes over, starting at the root of your spine, in the base of your gut, and bubbling like a cauldron ready to explode. Her soft hand strokes harder, working you the last few paces as her tongue slips past her pink lips, flicking over them gently.

The sensations erupt. That familiar hot-cold tingle. Those electrifying nerves firing off. You buck wildly, firing off ribbons of cum across Wonyoung's flawless, innocent face. Her lips spread apart in a wide open-mouthed gasp and then shut immediately afterwards.

And, amidst the spurting of cum and the euphoric high, Wonyoung deviously began licking, slurping, sucking. Swiping the fluid off her lips, catching every shot. Her face is the image of debauchery. You're fixated—stretching out the few remaining seconds of orgasm as your cock twitches in her hand and on her face. She's draining you dry with her naughty smirk.

Even when it’s over and done, she maintains that same confident look on her face. Her nose and lips are shiny and dripping with cum. But she never hesitates; her mouth parts and her tongue juts out, curling up to you. Your cock disappears inside, a wet-hot paradise. She's cleaning you. Swirling her tongue and sliding up the length, pulling off the mess. Sucking on the tip to coax the last remnants to pool inside her waiting mouth.

Your body burns. Satisfaction seeping out your limbs and leaving your body weightless, barely holding yourself over her on the wooden bench.

She draws you out. Dripping with her spit. Hanging heavy. Sensitive as her mouth lets go and pulls back, the suction releasing. Then, lips tight, mouth closing, her neck moving as she swallows.

Wonyoung twists and rises, sitting again the bench, in your kneeled position this leaves you eye to eye.

Pain. Stinging.

So much of it on your left cheek.

She just slapped you. She fucking slapped you. You're bigger than her, stronger than her, and yet you feel so small.

"Next time you fool around with another girl, you get my permission first."

Her voice is icy. You shake your head, holding your face. Staring at your reflection in the mirror; you're flush but one cheek is redder than the other. And you can see her too. She’s pulling up part of her top, wiping away most of your cum—the bits that didn’t already fall onto her body or into her hair, anyway. Her face looks like an angel's, but her actions betraying the illusion.

"Now make it up to me." She's looking at you through the reflection. Then, turning and facing you directly, she reaches out to hold you by the jaw, pulling your focus back to her. It’s hard to believe that she’s the one cheating here.

She slaps you again.

You're locked in a cold and silent stare. Tied together by tension.

You're stunned. Left at her mercy. Wonyoung dips her head forward, going in for a kiss, her heart-shaped lips plant directly on your own and before you know it, you're returning the kiss.

It's rough, and it's messy. She bites at you—hard—while her fingers claw your skin, running along your muscles. All until suddenly she pulls you, guides you. Not physically, but that's certainly what it feels like. Such is your response. You take her place on the bench, sitting while she leans over you.

Wonyoung breaks the kiss and leaves you to watch the scene unfold and admire her perfect form, lithe and slender but not without toned definition, which is exactly why she could pull off outfits that would send men insane, simply based on how she looks underneath.

Her hands splay across her flawless flesh. Deliberately. Slowly.

Never a movement out of place and ensuring her head is held high and regal—a queen's demeanour.

Standing over you. Looking down upon you, no less arrogant than before. It’s her natural position. Her default state. To have power over man.

If she didn't look so angelic, you'd swear she's a devil.

Starting at her shoulders, fingertips slipping over the porcelain skin of her arms until they reach the elbows and hop over to her waist, gripping the hem of her tank top. It doesn't sit as tight as it did before—bunched up, a little twisted, and dashed in cum. It doesn't sit in any fashion for much longer as she pulls it overhead in a single motion. The top lands discarded and forgotten. Her hair, damp and ruffled, now cascades over her petite shoulders in thick strands.

She's bare now. Head to toe. Your eyes dart all over, drinking her beauty like a tall glass of water. Taking in all her stunning details—she is a perfect portrait of a perfect woman, a fantasy even.

This image has been burned into your mind many times over. Yet somehow, each and every time feels new. Awestruck, you admire her petite body, the lean and firm muscles, and just enough of a pair of breasts that gravity calls their name.

"Wony. You're so—"

"I know." She cocks an arrogant smirk.

"I think—"

"I know." She stalks slowly closer. Like a predator over its prey.

"I want to—"

"Oh. I know." She's so damn cute when she giggles. It almost feels inappropriate for what's going down. And then the little devil rears within her again, manifesting in her expression. Darker than it was before.

Her fingers trace her flat stomach, rising and falling in time with her breaths. A cadence to them which tells a story of excitement, no less excited than the first time she teased you in your car. Now here, and over a month later, you still haven't gotten your fill. Even this—maybe especially this—could never be enough. The slightest and subtlest hints of arousal are beautiful on her. She's practically purring when she perches on top of you and pins you back against the mirror by the shoulders.

"Who does your big dick belong to?" She poses the question while delicately lowering herself onto you, staring into your eyes. You hesitate to answer, too stricken by the image of Wonyoung finding a comfortable seat on you.

"You." No matter what your relationship might be or who else was involved, in this moment, like so many before it, you are hers and no other. "Fuck me, Wonyoung, please."

"So very needy." The words roll off her tongue as the heat of her cunt skates up toward your middle. So close against your skin, you can feel her pulse throb against your stomach. Her petite ass pressing down onto your stiff cock. Her hands spread wide and palms flat on your chest, steadying her, giving her strength. Her hips roll, coating you with the wetness between her thighs. Back arched, neck strained, head tilting upwards. Every muscle flexes in her exposed form.

She is unadulterated eroticism, every grind of her hips and caress of her hands. An utter marvel.

"Don't. Move." Every word has her breath caught in her throat.

Been through this so many times before that there's an unspoken understanding. Wonyoung scoots her body over you. Hand reaching for your cock. Delicate fingers. Dainty, as she grips it, guiding, angling it against her. Lower, lower until—she finds the entrance and presses it against herself. A sharp intake of air. Her eyes squeezed closed. She holds there for a second until gravity takes control, hips dropping to impale her onto your length.

Your eyes roll back and so does your mind, back to the view of Wonyoung's body moving during the dance. Does she know she's mirroring those mesmerising hip movements on you? Maybe not. But it doesn't change anything. Not to Wonyoung. She does it so naturally—the consummate performer, who knows what works.

You're looking down. Down. Down to where she's perched on your dick. Admiring her tight cunt, working so hard to take you in. Muscles gripping. Walls clenching. Stretching to fit. Working her body downward.

Her ass never rests on you. This is all her work. Perpetual motion. Constant and consistent. Down and then up and then down and back up. Gradual. Calculated and controlled. Fingers raking at your chest as the motion of her body doubles as the dance, sending that intoxicating swaying motion through her and into you.

Eyes travel up. How her toned abs flex. Trim and petite. It all only serves to highlight just how pretty a figure she cuts. Elegant and alluring. Sinking down, squeezing you into her.

Higher. Her perky little tits in front of your face. Smooth, perfect, porcelain.

Higher. Her sharp collarbone, all the little contours, carved for her as though by the most brilliant artisan.

Higher. Neck curved, shifting from her swallow and gasp.

To her blood-red lips. They part and between them her tongue flicks, hitting her front teeth before she bites down on her lower lip. It stifles a soft moan until it's barely a whisper.

And her eyes. Sheer focus. Not on you. But on the mirror behind you.

On her own reflection.

All the time you spend to admire her, she is doing the same thing. Staring herself up and down. It is selfish and greedy. An egotistical desire. An intimate moment—with the person she truly loves most.

It's narcissism taken to a degree you've never seen before. An addictive kind of worship. For both of you.

"Wony..." holding your eyes up to hers, watching her as she's watching herself. She looks like a goddess. "Does it feel good? I love the feeling of my cock inside you," you say in an attempt to gain her focus. "Fuck. You're perfect."

A soft exhale as her eyes lock onto yours for just a moment, then her lashes flutter closed.

She takes a hand from your chest and plants it over your mouth. Her eyes flicker back to life and she's got them on the mirror again.

She's aggressive now. The girl in the mirror is hitting her hips harder than before onto the cock beneath her. Her crotch hitting against your own. You can't help but steer into the skid, being the silent participant she desires. You're pawing your hands at her cunt now. Figuring out then matching her rhythm and pushing your finger against her clit. It's obscene, hearing her wet cunt smacking against your legs.

Her almost silent focus breaks. She's not stifling her moans anymore.

And fuck you for saying this: but watching her watch herself makes the moment fucking magical.

Her eyebrows knitting as the tides of pleasure crash over her. Her lower lip quivering. The wrinkles on her nose. Her chest fluttering. A struggle to maintain her posture.

She's shaking. From her arms to her knees and through to the tips of her fingers.

She throws herself forward against you.

Head on your shoulder. Her forehead against the glass.

Wonyoung's entire body is convulsing on you. A string of incomprehensible cries echoing against the empty walls. You grab at the flesh of her ass with your hands, clamping her tight, encouraging her to keep pushing back into you and ride out the orgasm. She is shaking violently in your embrace. She is grinding, squeezing, tightening, and quaking all at once.

You run a hand up her moist back, along her spine. Meeting many moistened locks of hair, sticking to her skin. You hold your hand at the top of her back, supporting her limp frame against you.

Her mouth is right by your ear. You listen to the final quiet noises of bliss escaping her. Washing out of her. She lets you know just how good it was, if not from those satisfied groans and the shuddering of her body, then from the deluge of her arousal pooling around your cock and her cunt. She is dripping cum. Hot and sticky, in more than one spot. It was messy. Messy, but it was unbridled fun.

"What the fuck was that?" you whisper. She raises her head off your shoulder and leans back, sitting tall on top of you. Still, your cock is inside, throbbing and ready for its turn. Her hands snake to your jaw and hold it tightly.

"Exactly what I needed."

"And the mirror thing?"

"What can I say? I look pretty when I'm fucking." Wonyoung laughs, soft and breathy, an intimate moment shared only by you two. Now it’s not like you should be surprised by any of it. On a scale of one to ten, Wonyoung is an eleven, though you imagine you asked her. She would give herself a twelve.

The hands leave your jaw, only to be replaced with the pressure of Wonyoung pressing forward again to kiss you. More? Finally.

"You wanna cum again?" she asks, words separated by kisses before moving to your neck.

"Mmmm..." is all the answer you can give, distracted by the feeling of her body shifting against yours.

Wonyoung pulls back from your neck to look at you, burrowing her hand into the hair at the back of your head. She squeezes into a fist, forcing a grimace of pain from you, which brings a grin to her lips.

"Is that a yes?" Her voice a blade edge against your ears.

"Fuck. Yes. Of course."

"That's what I thought." The sly girl, hiding the self-assured vixen underneath her exquisite exterior. "Stand. I want you to fuck me against the mirror."

Still planted to the hilt inside her, you begin to stand.

You're unable to pull out of the tight wet warmth that is Jang Wonyoung. Her grip tight on you—coiling around your cock—effectively pinning you in her. Her body melts against you like candle wax. Warm and lax.

She's weightless as you stand, her slender frame clasped around your body. It's easy to manhandle a girl this small—one of your hands, pressed firmly to her back, can encompass her tiny waist. Your other arm hooks under her ass, holding her suspended. And, for the time being, all of her is draped over and around you.

You press her to the cold mirror, and she shudders, arching her back. Her entire body stretches as if trying to get further from it—leaving a smear of sweat on it. Legs lock around your hips. Folded tight. Locking in the key. Caging you between her thighs. You hold her with a single hand now—curling it under her tiny ass. Fingertips gripping, digging into flesh. The other against the mirror—for balance.

You bend your knees, taking position, gaining posture. The slightest movement it causes inside her brings a gasp. She's clinging tighter to you. Her arms coil around your shoulders, her ankles crossed around the small of your back, her core tightening and squeezing her pelvis forward—grinding herself into you. The squeeze on your cock exhilarates. The pressure is immense—inside and outside. You've never had her this tight.

A rumble rasps through your vocal chords as a growl escapes your mouth. It vibrates against the warmth of her neck and into her small frame.

"Come on, give it to me, don’t hold back" her lips barely move as they whisper against you.

"Is that what you want, Wonyoung? You want me to fuck you as hard as I can against the mirror?" Your hips press firmly against hers. Her tight cunt does its best to embrace you.

"Fuck. Yes."

That was all the cue you needed, drawing back and then slamming yourself deep in her—and back again—forming the thrust into a series of unforgiving blows.

She bounces between your pelvis and the cool glass, rattling as her naked form is hit against the mirror. Small, supple and yielding, taking your full force, each movement amplified and exaggerated in her tiny frame. Her cries—from shock, surprise, pleasure, and delight—they echo. The lewd smacks of flesh hitting, the loud moans and the heat. It all collides right here on the wall of the studio.

It's frantic. It's furious. It's fucking euphoric. You're locked inside a beauty who is getting filled to the absolute brim by your cock. It's a power rush—Wonyoung's eternal play on control and dominance being robbed from her and your ability to just keep pounding into her tight, wet cunt.

"Ah!" Wonyoung winces. You pause for a brief second. Did she really mean stop? But a moment later, her lips curl into a grin, "Yes! Harder! Don't hold back. I need you to wreck my fucking pussy!"

And it begins anew—all the noise. The bouncing, slamming and swearing. And despite the fire and the fury, you can sense a strange calm. Like this is exactly where the two of you are supposed to be. This is exactly where the both of you always needed to be. Right here. In the moment. Because Wonyoung doesn't need a man and she didn't need someone who would fall at her feet and treat her like royalty—she has enough of those. No, all she ever needed was a dick who could fuck her within an inch of her life.

A hard slam sends Wonyoung crashing back to the mirror with a shrill yelp and a wide grin. "Yes! Exactly like that!"

Firm fingers twist into your flesh, her hands clawing, desperately grasping at anything she could find to ground her, all while your brutal assault continues unabated, sending waves of ecstasy cascading through both bodies. Her wails rise and break—crescendos interrupted—but never stopped. Both of you are a complete mess as the furious fuck brings out everything each of you are. The deep animalistic desires. And when you hear her scream, it is a different kind of high.

"Don't stop! Don't you dare fucking stop! Don't fucking sto—mm!" she struggles and gasps for breath, struggling to keep track of her words, the raging bonfire between her legs clouding her mind. "F-fuck..."

"Cumming? Cum." The only words you could manage. You could feel it too, the rising tide. A mountain climber, clinging to the peak, each and every muscle engaged in the fight.

"Yes—" her breath is snatched before another animalistic moan. "Don't stop." She pulls at your hair, claws at your back, a fierce warning. "Don't fucking cum yet."

She holds, gripping onto the ridge, the muscles in her arms, in her legs, her hands tense. The world turns, spinning, and spiralling—the two of you holding tight to one another, both grunting with the strain. She is cumming now, you know it. She spasms against you, against the mirror, and she’s becoming ever more difficult to hold.

Your feet are failing you, threating to give way. In a desperate act, you spin from the wall, drop to your knees, taking Wonyoung with you. There's no stopping you now. Feral. Bestial. Both of your bodies crashing together. She's arching, clawing, and pulling and urging you forward. On the hardwood floors, you fuck like animals. Your legs may have given way, but your hips don't surrender. Don't succumb to the exertion. You're fucking her in to the floor. Her tiny ass pressed against it.

The thundering smack of flesh.

Tumultuous breathing and roaring, unbroken moans.

Arching, bending.

Heating and rising.

You're right on the edge.

She never lets you finish inside.

"Wonyoung, I..."

"Don't fucking dare." Her voice sharp. You hold on to the feeling for dear life. "On me."

It's enough. You accept that it’s never in her. Never before on her, but now twice in a day. It’s enough. She can't possibly mean it...

"I'm—Fuck, I'm..."

"On me. Yes. Cum allover me." She releases you from her grasp and you pull back to your knees. She spreads herself for you. Arms out to her side, palms flat on the hardwood floors, legs pulled apart with her knees resting on your hips. Presenting for you.

Your hand wraps around your shaft, throbbing and hot to touch. You beat your cock for a few quick seconds, with balls tight, with Wonyoung laid prone for you, watching you stroke your cock.

Watching her. She arches, presses herself upwards, offering her breasts, her stomach... her face.

You don't have any time to think. It is happening.

You unload on her with a sharp grunt, met with a shocked gasp. Coating her petite form. The white stuff gliding across her porcelain skin, decorating the gorgeous girl beneath you. The lean cut of a dancer, now adorned in your cum. You shoot ropes of it across her perky little tits and narrow stomach and her pretty face. A sticky sheen glazes her and drips down. Her tongue flickers, collecting what she can and her mouth hungrily welcomes each droplet.

What's this, you wonder? Is this to be her addiction?

Every motion of her body screams need, sexual need. She wants it all, greedily licking and lapping it up as you drop the final rivulets of cum onto her tummy.

You're captivated as you watch Wonyoung, laying patiently under a sputtering of cum, a thin layer glossing parts her body. She didn't bother to wipe it or scoop it up, instead; it ran down her, following the channels carved out by her subtle contours. A work of art in your eyes—this pretty face, contorted in twisted lust—at the feeling of hot, sticky fluid painting her perfect body.

In all these moments you two have shared, this truly is a first. A messy, debauched cum covered Wonyoung.

"Does it feel good to cover me with your cum?"

You nod.

"Say it. Out loud, I can see it in your eyes. You like seeing your cum on my pretty little face? On my body?"

"I fucking love it, Wony," you mutter and she laughs, a laugh somewhere between playful and impish.

"I feel filthy," Wonyoung confesses with a devilish smirk. "I bet you love to hear that?"

"Yes. Yes," you breathe the words out as you desperately try to catch your breath. Her leg comes up, sliding her toes along the underside of your sensitive cock. Too sensitive.

"Agh," you flinch. "Fuck."

She pushes the tip of your cock against your stomach, rubbing her toes on it and you start to pull away, the friction causing pain.

"Stay." Her tone is a firm demand, in control of the situation—despite her current state. Your body obeys the instruction. Her toes start to roam across your softening cock again. Slick with her fluids. She twists, rubbing the shaft. Pinches, rubbing the head. Pulls, tugging down. The intensity of stimulation is mind numbing. A sick mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Who's the best?" Wonyoung asks. It takes a few seconds to process, a delay, and longer than normal. Your brain fogged. Too much to even formulate words.

"Who's the best, hm? Answer me." Her demand is no louder but feels heavier. Her foot slides down your cock, pushing at the base, pushing at your balls.

Your words are slow to follow.

"Wonyo—" she presses more, and a shock runs up the base of your spine. "Agh...you. Wonyoung, you." Your words choke up. "You're the best."

"Thought so."

Another moment of silent pause. She puckers her lips, sucking up and swallowing a patch of your cum that found it’s way to her hand. It draws your eyes to her, a silent spectacle. She locks on you, her gaze so steady and so piercing.

"And, who's going to clean this mess up so we don't get caught?"

"Me." The words tumble out, falling off your lips.

"Good. Your bathroom is down the hall. Don't get caught, and don't leave a trace." She recoils her foot and then climbs out of the mess the two of you left on the floor. Her step is awkward. Your load is now starting to harden on her. Her calves slick from her own cum. The gloss of it shining on her skin.

All the time, her face beaming. Satisfied and glowing. Wonyoung is relishing her depraved state. She doesn't wait for you to follow. Not even a look as she collects her clothes. Her shorts with the thong. Her completely ruined tank top. Both shoes. She starts to walk, again with that awkward gait.

After only a couple of steps she looks over her shoulder, back at you, still subdued on the floor. "By the way. That was your best yet. That… was amazing." She smiles softly and heads to the changing room. She disappears. Leaving your mind and your imagination to swirl as you stare at her spot on the floor long after she was gone.

The cum, her sweat, the stickiness—all the marks that prove she was there, the evidence that paints a picture of what went on in this dance studio.

You never see her leave. She must have slipped out between trips to and from the bathroom, and then the janitor's closet, which you eventually found. You thank the stars for Wonyoung's privilege—that meant no staff are needed on the evenings she is here.

What a strange silence it was as you cleaned—nothing but the rain outside. An unsettling contrast between what went on before. Almost tranquil—like that weird place just before waking, before reality has time to assert itself and erase the dream of the night before.

***

"It's dance practice tonight. I take it you'll be there again, following Wonyoung as usual?" Yujin mocks you playfully while playing with her straw between her delicate fingers. Her glass half-full of milkshake which she lazily stirs and drinks. Drinks loudly with a slurp on the straw.

"Don't you want me there?" you reply after swallowing the last bite of your meal and setting down your cutlery. The cafeteria is as lively as ever. Aside from this particular table, where it's only the two of you. It's not the type of table just anyone can take a seat at—Wonyoung wouldn't allow it.

"Doesn't matter. Wony's the one that invited you."

"She just wants me to—"

"Wants you to fuck her. Yeah, we all know." Yujin lets go of her straw, and it settles into the milkshake. You both lean back in the plastic cafeteria seats. She crosses her arms. "And no, it's not that I'm jealous. Don't even try it."

"I didn't say anything." You show her the palms of your hands. Not guilty is your plea.

"At least if I hang around, I can take you guys home, right? No need for your father to send a car." Always the people pleaser, you are.

"And did that happen last week? No, it didn't." Yujin picks up her drink and takes a slurp from the straw while staring at you. It's hard to tell if she's actually annoyed at you. Her words would say so, but her tones remain calm and soft when she speaks.

Besides, she knows that she could just as easily make the same demands Wonyoung does, and you'd be on your knees for her in a second.

But it's been 8 whole days since that night at Yujin's house. And she's yet to even hint that she wants it to happen again. The more you think about it, the more confused you get.

"Not interrupting am I? I can give you some alone time if you like?" Gaeul places her hand on your shoulder, looking down at you and grinning.

"Not funny Gaeul. And no. Sit." Unusually cold from Yujin, she avoids your eye and gives Gaeul a short-tempered response.

Gaeul walks around behind Yujin, giving you a wide-eyed glare as she goes. As if to say 'what did you do?' It's impossible to answer with words. It's all too much, too tangled.

She takes a seat next to Yujin, placing her iced coffee on the table along with her protein bar. It's typical Gaeul. She's always on the move, living life at an aggressive pace, constantly busy. Even now she's on her phone, scrolling through something. You can't see what from this angle, and you've barely got the chance to catch her eyes and smile at her. But her face lights up, the brightness mirrored as you smile back.

"They're announcing the casts tonight for the graduation performances." Yujin nods as her finger points toward Gaeul's phone.

"We already know how it's going to go down. They’re not going to deny the money and status of a Jang. And we’ll be there to back her up." Gaeul pauses and takes a sip of her drink. "For us anyway. That's all that matters."

Gaeul slips the phone back into her bag and then scoops up the protein bar, starting to unwrap it. Before she takes a bite she asks you, "what about you? Why didn't you ever sign up to anything?"

"Because he's too busy sitting in the back of dance classes staring at our asses," Yujin answers for you.

"Actually, I'm still new here, remember? I just haven't got around to it yet."

"Yeah, because you're too busy staring at our asses," Yujin persists with a coy smile.

"Sure. Let's call it that. So I've been too busy staring at your asses to sign up for any classes."

"Alright, not too loud." Gaeul laughs. How did the conversation always end up going the same way? And how are you always in the middle of it? Thankfully, Gaeul decides to bail you out. "So, bro, any plans to go to the party tomorrow night?"

"You mean the one I didn't get an invitation to?" you're quick to ask back.

"You can be my plus one."

"Boyfriend not in town?" Yujin is quick to ask before you can reply to Gaeul.

"Nope. But I can't let that spoil my fun, plus it means I can bring a friend." Her eyes flutter back across to you. "Unless you've already got a plan for tomorrow night?"

"Sure, why not? Not like I've got much else going on. Are you going to be there, Yujin?"

Yujin swallows the last slurp of her milkshake, the loud straw sucking noise filling the void of the pause. "I'll be there. Actually, I need you tomorrow, before the party."

"Before?"

"Yes. You're going to help me pick a dress." It's not exactly the exciting rendezvous that sprung to mind. You weren't even sure exactly why you had to go. Why Yujin would need your opinion?

You open your mouth to speak but before even a syllable comes out, you spot Wonyoung across the room, heading towards the three of you. Yujin catches on and follows your gaze, not long before Gaeul follows suit, twisting in her chair. For a moment, the three of you are watching Wonyoung stride over the tiled floor. Each footstep seems to make the world grow quieter. People all around seem to part for her. It's not even conscious on their part.

It's hypnotising. It's captivating. It's utterly spellbinding the way she moves.

She has a sense of dignity, class, and poise. There's an elegance to her, and just a hint of sway in her hips. At the same time, Wonyoung's every movement also screams of a fierce strength. An undercurrent of steel. Not intimidating—not intentionally at least. Maybe simply the natural impression of a strong young woman, fearlessly unapologetic.

She reaches the three of you, greeting with a grin. "Did I miss much?"

Gaeul is the first to reply. "Just talking about the party."

"Oh exciting. I've seen the guest list. I can't wait." Wonyoung slides gracefully into the seat by your side, carefully placing her designer bag on the table. No need for her to say any more, Wonyoung and high-brow parties go hand-in-hand.

The room around you is slowly, subtly coming back to life. Sounds from everywhere start, one by one, to creep back in. The conversations return. The low hubbub. The clattering of trays. It's getting loud again.

Wonyoung continues, "and I do need to get out of the house. Father is away again and mother drives me insane."

"He's away again?" Yujin asks, shuffling in her seat and then leaning forward. She brings her palm to her chin and her elbow onto the table.

"New York this time. Something like that. Company business." Wonyoung dismisses. You are well aware that they've never been close. He's worked from the earliest day she can remember up until now—that’s the life of the head of a chaebol. She told you before about how he's rarely home. And even when his body is, his mind is still half-way around the globe. His wife probably suffers for it, too. She raises the kids alone.

And look, you were never one to pry, so the details aren't all there, but Wonyoung seemed confident that her father wasn't exactly faithful. The kind of stories you'd normally imagine just being made up by rich housewives who had too much time on their hands—but she told you he had quite the appetite for the kind of services the elite always seemed to appreciate.

"New York?" Yujin thinks for a moment, living in her own head. "I could do New York. Me and you? A girl’s trip. That sounds..."

"But what about the guy?" Gaeul points at you.

Wonyoung puts her hand on your leg, sliding down and rubbing your knee. "You'll stay here and wait for us, won't you?"

"Well, I was thinking that, you know, you could take him with you?" You never saw this coming. Maybe you should, but it caught you off guard. The three of you in the Big Apple for a week? Sign you the fuck up, and then some.

Not that you'd have a chance in hell of affording such a trip. The reality is often harsher than the dream.

"We could, but I don't think it would be fair on Yujin. Unless we..." It takes the others a moment to figure out exactly what Wonyoung is implying.

"No way, don't bring me into this. You already said that it would be weird. We’re too competitive."

They're speaking in tongues now and Gaeul's face full of confusion likely mirrors your own.

"What are you two talking about?" Gaeul questions, for her sake and yours. But before she get's an answer, she's looking out of the corner of her eye. She freezes for a minute and then turns to face the vice principal. She's headed right for your table and the four of you succumb to silence.

There's not many reasons a staff member would visit a group of students while they're eating at lunch. None of you are late with an assignment nor have you failed any tests. Not even a recent school event gone wrong. It must be something worse.

"Am I interrupting?" The Vice Principal stands over your table, looking over the four of you.

You all shake your head in unison, a lock of hair falling over Yujin's face, which she quickly sweeps back behind her ear.

The vice principal points in your direction, pointing right between your eyes. "You. Principal's office. Now."

The eyes of the girls fall on you. All of them shocked by the statement.

It's unheard of to be dragged into the Principal's office on a random Friday for seemingly no reason.

What's your first reaction? A chill in your stomach. Butterflies in flight, soaring. Fingers gripping tight to the fabric of your pants. Heart racing in your chest. Feeling dizzy. Lightheaded.

"Ummm. Can you tell me what I'm doing wrong?"

"You can ask the principal. Move."

***

"Take a seat." The principal gestures with an open hand at the two chairs across the desk from her. She's staring right at you through the reading glasses hanging on her face. Her perfectly pressed suit makes her look powerful—imposing.

And this room? This tiny room, with its uncomfortable hard-backed chairs in front of the big imposing mahogany desk? That's as much of a psychological tactic as it is functional. Because you know this; everyone knows this: the people who sit in these chairs are invariably there to get told off.

This room is designed with a sole purpose; to cause you discomfort and make you feel small. Make you regret your actions. Remind you that this isn't a friend's house, and you don't get to act up here.

"Sit." She insists. The tone of voice is harsh, but you're certain there's an undertow of regret there too. You sit, almost falling into the chair in the most awkward and graceless way. It squeaks under the pressure, but thankfully, no sound comes out of your mouth. Not a peep.

"Effective today. You are expelled from the institution."

What the fuck?

"What the fuck?"

"You will be escorted off the premises immediately. Your bags, belongings and text books will all be packed and returned to you at your registered address."

"You can't do this!" Can they? How is this fair? What went wrong?

"You will not be able to return to campus, as the academic board has taken into consideration the severity and inappropriate nature of the events that occurred on the grounds."

The severity and inappropriate nature...

Her words—they hit hard. Suck the air out of the room, leave your lips dry, and a strange emptiness in your belly. Your fingers grip tight to the armrests of the chair, fighting for a grasp on any emotion—any hope or words to grasp onto.

Nothing.

There is nothing you can say. No reason or explanation you could offer. Nothing.

The walls around the both of you stand, large, impenetrable and collapsing on you.

"The evidence produced to myself was conclusive. You and an unknown partner committed obscene acts last week in the school library. That is grounds for expulsion without appeal."

Unknown partner? Of course.

Now what?

coup de théâtre

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pupyuj · 14 days ago

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imagine g!p rei & gaeul with reader.. make it happen plsss😭😭

my gamseongz… they’re such an interesting and underrated pair i swear 😭💔 will never forget that one moment in that one cooking show where the host was in awe of how easily they can say “i love you” to each other ☹️☹️ THE CUTIES EVER.

also pls ignore how i completely forgot to post this WAYYY earlier 💀💀💀

[cw: g!p gaeul, g!p rei, virgin!rei, threesome, exhibitionism, voyeurism, praise kink.]

let me paint ya’ll a picture! reibear wanting to take the Big Step with you like you already did with gaeul but feeling so shy and frankly, a little insecure bcs this was really the first time she was feeling like this and was afraid you’d be disappointed in her bcs she didn’t know what to do… and that was where the reliable gaeul-unnie comes to the rescue! 🤭 why, she wanted her adorable girlfriends to ‘take the Big Step’ too! but she knows rei was too nervous and you, being the gentlewoman that you are, didn’t want to pressure her into doing anything so gaeul wanted to take it up to herself to make all three of you have the best time together 😋😋

gaeul saying that she will ‘guide’ rei through it… and she really thought it was an innocent and helpful thing to do okay! she did not at all think of how much of a pervert she would look and feel like once she was with the two of you, in your bedroom, rock-hard as she stared at you and rei making out on the bed 😵‍💫 but she refused to do anything about it! this night was about you and rei! 😤

she still finds everything the two of you were doing adorable, however… the way rei’s hands shook as she undressed you while you just smiled at how cute she was being, the way rei was barely able to keep a hold of herself once you pulled her underwear down and finally got to see her cock—gaeul couldn’t help but fall in love even more! 🥺 but she was also hard as a rock… but she couldn’t just interrupt the two of you to satisfy her needs.. and so to keep herself at bay and to give herself something to do, gaeul decides to actually do what she has been trying to do this entire time, which was to guide reibear! 😋💕

the sight of gaeul behind rei, basically backhugging her with her chin on top of her shoulder, whispering all the praises and comfort in her ear while they both watch you take rei’s cock down your throat was the main reason you were a soaking mess 😵‍💫😵‍💫 gaeul instructing rei to put her hand on your head, push you down deeper, use your mouth, and completely control you… her praises for the two of you sounded so sweet, neither of you can’t get enough of them! 🥺

“my good, pretty girls… you’re both doing so well.”

“keep going, rei-yah… you’re almost there, aren’t you? (y/n)’s being so good to you right now… don’t waste it.”

“she’s gonna cum in your mouth soon, baby girl… you can take it all, right, (y/n)-ah?”

and ofc bcs you wanted to make gaeul proud and simply bcs you did want it, you allow rei to blow her load in your mouth, swallowing what you could until you had enough 🤤 but rei was still so hard, the baby needed to be inside you to be satisfied! 🥺🥺 and so you lie down and this time, gaeul was behind you, kissing you and massaging your breasts while rei spread your legs open, hungry for more.. 🫠 gaeul abruptly cutting off your make-out sesh just to have you look as rei slowly inserts her cock inside you in one go… all three of you just moaning in pleasure once you were able to fit all of reibear’s length inside you 😵‍💫💞

and thanks to gaeul’s guidance and encouragement, rei just plows into you and you loved it bcs not only were you being fucked so good that your eyes were rolling to the back of your head but you were also being babied and fawned over in your ear! it was basically fucking christmas for you! 🤤🤤 gaeul had the grand idea to have rei pull out at the exact moment she came so she could see how beautiful you looked with cum all over your stomach and thighs.. and rei became completely obsessed with the sight of it all 😍

but aw reibear feeling sooo tired afterwards that she just melts on top of you :(( you and gaeul showering her with kisses and praises while she giggles and hides her red face… sososo cute 🥰💕💕 but god! you were still so horny.. and you could feel gaeul’s cock pocking your behind but when you suggest that it was her turn to be pleased, she wants to be polite sooo bad 😤

“i think i’ll manage… it was a treat to watch you both, plus this night was about you two!” you and rei knew gaeul was just too shy to actually ask if she can fuck either of you 😒 but well, thank goodness you and rei just finished, right?? yeah, exactly! it was bcs of that that the two of you were able to give gaeul the best blowjob of her life and have the honour to paint her favorite pretty faces with her cum 🥰

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fudgeez · 1 month ago

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They Hated Her. Now They Own Her. - Jang Wonyoung X Fem Reader X An Yujin

Wherein IVE's Wonyoung and Yujin despised their manager, Y/N. Then a stalker's attack forced Y/N to shield them. That selfless act ignited an obsessive devotion, turning their disdain into a chilling, possessive love. Now, Y/N is trapped, their protectors, their jailers.

Warning: 18+ smut, Yandere Annyeongz, g!p reader

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“Can't you even do this simple job right?" Yujin snapped, storming into their IVE dorm. Wonyoung followed close behind, her face etched with clear anger directed at their manager, Y/N.

"I... I didn't know there would be a problem," Y/N mumbled, her voice barely a whisper, clutching a crumpled schedule in her trembling hand. Yujin scoffed, ready to unleash another wave of criticism, but Gaeul, the eldest member, stepped between them, her gaze firm.

"Look, it wasn't Y/N's fault. Your stylist admitted it was her mistake, so why are you still targeting Y/N?" Gaeul asked, her voice laced with a weariness that spoke of countless similar confrontations. Yujin simply rolled her eyes, a flicker of something unreadable passing across her features, and retreated to her room, slamming the door behind her.

"Gaeul unnie, what did Y/N feed you? Why are you always defending her?" Wonyoung asked, her tone laced with irritation, a petulant twist to her lips. "Well, why do you and Yujin hate Y/N so much?" Gaeul retorted, her patience wearing thin.

"Don't you remember? She has a crush on both of us. It's so pathetic, unnie. Like, she wants a polyamorous relationship? Isn't that disgusting?" Wonyoung said, her voice dripping with disgust, a sneer curling her lip. Y/N, who was in the kitchen, washing a lone coffee mug, bowed her head even lower, her shoulders shaking slightly.

"There's nothing wrong with having a crush, Wonyoung. And Y/N knows her limits and boundaries. At least she's not like some of the other people who crush on you two, who are so pushy," Gaeul said, rubbing her temples, a sigh escaping her lips.

"Besides," she added, her voice softening slightly, "Y/N isn't just some person. She's our manager, the one who makes sure everything runs smoothly. We should be grateful."

"Grateful?" Wonyoung scoffed, but a flicker of unease crossed her face. "She's disgusting." She paused, a strange, almost calculating glint in her eyes. "She thinks she can have both of us? Like we're some kind of prize?" She let out a small laugh.

"How pathetic."

After a few days, the meanness of the two towards Y/N escalated significantly. It reached a point where Yujin would instruct their driver to leave even before Y/N could get into the vehicle, forcing her to commute or, on occasion, walk long distances. The other IVE members felt powerless to intervene, knowing the Annyeongz's (Wonyoung and Yujin's) immense influence within their company. All they could do was offer quiet words of encouragement and try to lift their manager's spirits.

Y/N endured these daily humiliations with stoic silence, her shoulders slumped but her determination unwavering. She'd arrive at the practice studio, her feet aching and her clothes slightly disheveled, but she'd immediately dive into her work, ensuring everything was prepared for the group. She meticulously checked the stage plans, reviewed the choreography notes, and coordinated with the staff, all while ignoring the pointed glances and whispered insults from Wonyoung and Yujin.

One particularly harsh incident involved Yujin deliberately 'forgetting' to inform Y/N about a last-minute schedule change. Y/N arrived at the wrong location, only to receive a scathing phone call from Yujin, berating her for her 'incompetence.' Y/N bit back tears, apologizing profusely, while the other members watched with a mixture of anger and pity.

Gaeul, Liz, Rei, and Leeseo would often try to catch Y/N during her brief breaks, offering her warm drinks or sharing lighthearted stories to distract her from the constant mistreatment. They'd whisper words of appreciation for her hard work, reminding her that she was valued and respected.

Finally, a day off. Y/N decided to enjoy her hard-earned break at a quiet coffee shop near the Starship Entertainment building. She was waiting for Gaeul, as they had plans to go shopping together after IVE's schedule finished. As she sipped her latte, something caught her eye. A figure slipped through the building's secret door – a door known only to staff and used as a discreet entrance or shortcut for idols and actors wanting to avoid the crowds of waiting fans outside.

Must be an idol, Y/N thought, trying to dismiss the unease that settled over her.

However, the person's movements were too erratic, too hurried, to be that of a celebrity casually slipping in or out. There was an air of tension, a frantic energy that made Y/N’s instincts scream. The figure's posture was stiff, their head down, and they seemed to be constantly looking over their shoulder.

The way they moved felt... off.

A prickle of suspicion ran down her spine.

Why would an idol, familiar with the building, act so nervously?

Could it be a particularly shy trainee? Or something more sinister?

Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

She finished her coffee in one long gulp, the hot liquid burning her throat, but she barely noticed. An urgency filled her. She couldn’t ignore this. With a quick glance at her watch, she decided to follow the suspicious figure.

Meanwhile

"Do you two need anything from the store?" Rei asked, addressing Wonyoung and Yujin, who were sprawled on the sofa after a grueling dance practice for their "Attitude" comeback.

The two shook their heads, and Rei excused herself, wanting to avoid the afternoon rush at the nearby coffee shop.

"What if we reserve a restaurant for tonight?" Yujin suggested, turning to Wonyoung, who was engrossed in scrolling through Instagram. "For what?" Wonyoung asked, her eyes still glued to her phone.

"Celebration! We finished shooting the MV today, remember?" Yujin said, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"When?" Wonyoung asked again, finally looking up.

"Tonight! Are you even listening?" Yujin retorted, a sigh escaping her lips. Wonyoung merely shrugged. "Gaeul unnie won't be able to join," Wonyoung stated, a slight smirk playing on her lips. Yujin's brow furrowed before she scoffed.

"Don't tell me she's going to babysit that manager again?" Yujin rolled her eyes.

Actually, they used to get along well with Y/N. They were all close, until Wonyoung stumbled upon Y/N's journal left carelessly on the dorm's living room sofa. Wonyoung knew it was wrong to snoop, but her curiosity got the better of her. That's when she discovered Y/N harbored a crush on both her and Yujin. From that moment on, they treated Y/N with utter disdain.

Their conversation was interrupted when the dance practice room door suddenly swung open. They'd assumed it was Rei returning.

“You're back so quickly—wait, who are you?” Both of them straightened up abruptly as the hooded figure locked the door behind them, trapping all three inside. The suspicious person then removed their hood and mask, revealing a chillingly wide, unsettling smile.

'Finally, the three of us met. Nothing can stop us now,' they said in a creepy tone. Yujin instinctively pulled Wonyoung behind her, shielding her from the figure, when she noticed the blood staining the knife they were holding.

"Don't you remember me, Yujin? It's me, the one who gave you that ring," the sasaeng said, their eyes gleaming with a disturbing intensity as they took slow, deliberate steps towards them. The ring, a cheap, gaudy thing, had been shoved into Yujin's hand months ago during a fan signing, accompanied by whispered promises of eternal devotion.

"STAY AWAY!" Wonyoung screamed, her voice trembling, her hands instinctively reaching for Yujin's arm, pulling her closer.

"Darling, don't be afraid of me. I won't hurt you," the sasaeng said, their voice a sickly sweet drawl. "Is it this that's scaring you?" they asked, gesturing to the blood dripping from the knife, the crimson droplets staining the polished dance floor.

"Don't worry, I've removed all the obstacles between us," the sasaeng said, their voice chillingly calm, a smile stretching across their face that didn't reach their eyes. A glint of madness flickered within them. Yujin's eyes widened in horror, a wave of dread washing over her. She feared for the safety of her other members,

"What did you do to my members?" Yujin demanded, her voice filled with a raw, panicked anger, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird.

"Where are they?" She scanned the practice room, searching for any sign of escape, any weapon to use.

They were in the way, they were going to ruin our plans," the sasaeng said, as if it was the most normal thing to say, their eyes fixated on Wonyoung.

Both of them let out a terrified shriek as the sasaeng lunged forward, a blur of motion, trapping Wonyoung in their arms.

"Yujin!" Wonyoung cried out, her voice a strangled whisper, tears welling in her eyes. The cold steel of the knife pressed against her temple.

"Let her go! We'll give you anything you want, just don't hurt us!" Yujin begged, her voice thick with fear, her hands trembling as she reached out, then retracted them, not daring to provoke the sasaeng further.

The normally strong, charismatic, and cold leader was now reduced to pleading, her composure shattered, her eyes reflecting the terror that clawed at her throat.

'Anything?' the sasaeng asked, their voice dripping with a dark, almost demonic glee, a twisted smile spreading across their face.

It was as if they were experiencing a perverse version of heaven, their idol kneeling before them, begging for mercy.

Yujin nodded frantically, her eyes wide with terror, her breath catching in her throat. She recoiled in disgust as she saw the sasaeng lick Wonyoung's cheek, a possessive, sickening gesture, their tongue tracing a wet path across her skin.

'Strip.'

Yujin's mouth fell open in disbelief, her eyes widening further. 'What?'

The word was barely a whisper, a desperate attempt to grasp the impossible.

'You heard me, love. Or else?' the sasaeng teased, their voice a low, menacing purr, pressing the knife closer to Wonyoung's throat. A thin red line appeared on her delicate skin, a crimson bead of blood welling up. The sasaeng's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger, a horrifying mix of obsession and malice. They wanted to humiliate them, to break them, to own them completely.

Yujin, left with no choice, began to remove her jacket, revealing the sports bra she wore underneath. She was about to take off more when the dance practice room door suddenly shuddered with a violent impact.

"WONYOUNG? YUJIN?" It was their manager, Y/N's voice, laced with raw concern and urgency.

"HELP!"Wonyoung screamed, her voice hoarse and broken, tears streaming down her face as she struggled against the sasaeng's suffocating grip.

"Whoever you are, don't even think about opening that door if you want to live!" the sasaeng threatened, their voice a low, menacing growl, vibrating with a chilling intensity.

But Y/N didn't waver. She continued to ram against the door, her determination fueled by a primal fear for her idols, a protective instinct surging within her. With a final, desperate heave, the door splintered open, hinges groaning. Y/N's eyes immediately scanned the room, searching for the sasaeng. The figure, having anticipated the intrusion, was hidden behind the partially open door, and immediately launched a vicious kick at Y/N, catching her off guard.

Y/N stumbled back, the force of the blow sending a jolt of searing pain through her ribs, winded and disoriented. But she didn't fall. The sasaeng, their eyes wild with a terrifying fury, lunged again, the knife flashing in the dim light, a deadly gleam. Y/N ducked under the swing, adrenaline coursing through her veins, sharpening her senses. She grabbed the large, portable speaker resting on the shelf, and with a guttural cry, swung it, connecting with the sasaeng's arm, the impact a sickening thud, causing them to drop the knife.

A desperate struggle ensued, a chaotic flurry of kicks, punches, and desperate grapples, the sounds of their struggle echoing off the mirrored walls. The sasaeng, fueled by a terrifying obsession, fought with a feral intensity, their movements unpredictable and vicious.

Suddenly, the sasaeng, with a desperate lunge, managed to retrieve the knife, and with a vicious thrust, plunged it into Y/N's side, the blade sinking deep. A searing pain ripped through her, a blinding white-hot agony, but Y/N, driven by a surge of adrenaline and a fierce determination to protect Wonyoung and Yujin, ignored the agony, her vision narrowing. She landed a powerful, desperate blow to the sasaeng’s temple with the speaker, the impact resounding through the room, then another, and another, until the sasaeng crumpled to the floor, unconscious. Y/N leaned heavily against the mirrored wall, her hand clutched tightly to her side, where the knife was still lodged deep.

"Oh my God, Y/N manager!" Liz screamed, her eyes widening in horror as she took in the chaotic scene of the dance practice room, the scattered furniture, and the blood splattered across the floor.

"Don't let Leeseo see this," Y/N gasped, her voice strained and weak, her words barely audible. She didn't want the maknae to be traumatized.

Gaeul, followed by Liz and a trembling Leeseo, rushed into the room, her breath ragged. She instinctively moved to approach Y/N, but Y/N shook her head weakly. "I'm fine, Gaeul," she managed, her eyes fluttering. "Just... make sure they're safe," she pleaded, her voice growing fainter as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

'Safe,' she whispered, her last words a reassurance to the idols she had just protected, before her consciousness slipped away, and she slumped against the mirror, unconscious.

The sterile scent of antiseptic filled Y/N’s nostrils as she slowly regained consciousness. A dull ache throbbed in her side, a constant reminder of the attack. She opened her eyes, finding herself in a hospital room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminating the pale walls. Gaeul sat beside her, her eyes red and swollen, but a relieved smile spread across her face as she saw Y/N stir.

"You're awake," Gaeul whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You gave us all a scare."

"Wonyoung... Yujin..." Y/N rasped, her voice hoarse. "Are they alright?"

"They're fine," Gaeul reassured her, patting her hand gently. "They're shaken, of course, but physically unharmed. You saved them, Y/N. You were incredibly brave."

A wave of exhaustion washed over Y/N, but she couldn't shake the feeling of unease. "The sasaeng..."

"They're in custody," Gaeul said, her voice hardening slightly. "They won't be bothering anyone again."

Y/N spent several days in the hospital, recovering from her injuries. She was also granted a much-needed vacation, which she readily accepted. Upon returning from her vacation, she found herself right in the middle of IVE's comeback promotions. She threw herself into her work with renewed vigor, so focused that she failed to notice the subtle, yet significant, changes in Wonyoung and Yujin's behavior. The two, once sources of constant criticism and disdain, had suddenly become remarkably kind. They stopped their mean-spirited remarks, and even reached out to Y/N on her days off, initiating casual conversations via chat. It was as if they felt indebted to her, a debt born from the sacrifice she made to protect them.

Y/N, however, brushed it off as a natural consequence of the traumatic incident, and, more importantly, her duty as their manager.

"Y/N!" Liz's sudden shout in her ear startled Y/N, snapping her out of her reverie. "Yah! Don't do that!" she scolded Liz, who merely responded with a playful face. "You were spacing out too much. What were you thinking about?" Liz asked, as the makeup artist began applying her makeup.

"You're asking the wrong question, Liz. You should be asking who?" Rei teased, leaning casually against Yujin's shoulder, who was scrolling through her phone, her expression unreadable.

Just then, Wonyoung entered the waiting room. "What's going on?" she asked, her eyes scanning the room.

"Did you know that someone told me Y/N has a date later?" Liz continued, her tone laced with playful mischief.

"With whom?" Yujin asked, her voice a touch sharper than usual, causing everyone to look at her. There was an unfamiliar edge to her tone, a possessiveness that sent a shiver down Y/N’s spine.

"With Karina," Rei replied, watching Yujin closely. The atmosphere in the waiting room had shifted perceptibly, a subtle tension replacing the lighthearted banter.

"Nice," Yujin said, but her voice held a strange undercurrent, a hint of something that was definitely not "nice." A coldness settled on her features, and her eyes narrowed slightly, a subtle shift that went unnoticed by Liz, but was keenly felt by Rei, and created a sense of unease in Y/N.

A dangerous stillness settled over Yujin, like a predator about to pounce, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced with a simmering intensity. Wonyoung, who had been quietly observing, now fixed her gaze on Y/N, her eyes holding a strange, almost pleading quality, as if she was silently imploring her to deny the rumor.

The air crackled with unspoken tension, a silent battle of wills playing out in the confined space of the waiting room. Y/N felt a sense of dread, a feeling that something was about to unravel, that the fragile peace she had been clinging to was about to shatter.

"Hey, I really enjoyed our date," Karina said, a bright smile lighting up her face as Y/N walked her to the entrance of her dorm. They had just returned from a delightful evening, starting with a fancy restaurant dinner and culminating in a visit to Karina's favorite amusement park, where she had laughed and screamed with pure joy.

Before Karina slipped through the door, she leaned in quickly and pecked Y/N's lips, a swift, playful gesture. "Thanks again!" she chirped, a blush coloring her cheeks, before disappearing inside.

Y/N, a wide grin spreading across her face, couldn't help but do a little celebratory dance on the sidewalk. She twirled, her laughter echoing in the quiet night air, before finally heading towards her car, her heart light and happy.

As she reached for the car door handle, a sudden, sharp prick in the back of her neck startled her. A wave of dizziness washed over her, and her vision began to blur. She tried to turn, to see who was behind her, but her limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. A strange, metallic taste filled her mouth, and the world began to spin. Before she could make sense of what was happening, her legs gave way, and she crumpled to the ground, her consciousness fading into darkness.

Y/N POV

I instinctively reached for my neck, feeling the lingering numbness. My eyes darted around the unfamiliar room, piecing together the events that led to my current predicament. The sharp prick, the sudden dizziness, the darkness that consumed me – it all came rushing back. I had been ambushed, injected with something, and then… this. I struggled against the restraints, my wrists chafing against the cold metal of the handcuffs binding me to the headboard, but it was futile. The more I struggled, the more the pain intensified. "No matter what you do, you won't be able to escape."

I snapped my gaze towards the door, where Yujin leaned against the frame, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. "Yujin, can you please remove these handcuffs? My wrists are hurting," I said, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. Her smile widened, a chillingly predatory expression.

"Is this what you need?" she asked, dangling a set of keys in front of me. I nodded eagerly, thinking she was finally going to release me. But then, with a flick of her wrist, she tossed the keys out into the hallway, the metallic clink echoing through the room. "What?" I asked, my voice laced with panic.

"Oh, Y/N, you are so naive," Yujin purred, as she began to walk closer. "Did you really think I would let you go so easily? After everything you've done for us?" Her eyes glinted with an unsettling intensity.

"You saved us, Y/N, you risked everything. And now... now, it's our turn to repay you." She reached out, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw, her touch sending shivers down my spine. "We're going to take care of you, Y/N. We're going to protect you, keep you safe. Always." Her voice dropped to a whisper, a chilling promise.

"You belong to us now." Her eyes began to darken, and there was nothing but pure obsession in them.

"That's not a funny joke, Yujin. And I'm serious, please remove these handcuffs. You have a schedule tomorrow, so let's stop this game," I said, trying to sound firm, but my voice wavered slightly. I was startled when she gripped my jaw tightly, her fingers digging into my skin. "Do you still think this is a game?" she hissed, her voice laced with a raw anger that sent a chill down my spine.

"Chill, Yujin unnie, don't hurt Y/N," Wonyoung said, her voice surprisingly calm, as she entered the room carrying a glass of water. She slowly approached and sat beside me on the bed.

"It's true, what Yujin unnie said. You're ours now. I know we were incredibly mean to you, called you disgusting because you wanted a polyamorous relationship, but I think this is for the best. We're going to have a happy relationship," Wonyoung said, her eyes gleaming with a disturbing intensity, before she leaned in and kissed me on the lips.

"It tastes like strawberry," she murmured, her voice almost childlike, before deepening the kiss. I struggled against her hold, my breath catching in my throat, which only made the two of them laugh. "Drink this," Wonyoung offered, holding out the glass of water, but I just stared at it, my suspicion growing.

"We didn't put anything in it, unless you want to dehydrate," Wonyoung said, feigning a pout, as she pretended to pull the glass away. I quickly shook my head, my throat already feeling parched.

"Good girl," she said, a strange mix of sweetness and menace in her voice, as she watched me drink. I nearly choked when I felt Yujin's hand slip beneath my shirt, her touch sending a jolt of fear through me. Her fingers began to trace patterns on my skin, each touch a possessive caress that made my skin crawl.

"We are going to take such good care of you, Y/N," Yujin whispered into my ear, as Wonyoung began to stroke my hair.

"Hnnng, stop," I groaned as Wonyoung nipped at my upper lip, her teeth grazing my skin, a playful yet painful bite that sent a jolt of fear through me. Meanwhile, Yujin's nails dug into my abs, a clear sign of her barely contained rage, leaving crescent-shaped marks that burned against my skin.

"Ours," Yujin hissed possessively, her voice a low growl, her breath hot against my stomach as she trailed kisses down my torso. Her lips lingered on every inch of my skin, marking me as her own, each kiss a brand, a claim.

Wonyoung's free hand snaked around my wrist, her grip tightening until I could feel the sharp edges of my bones. She held my gaze, her eyes dark and intense, a strange mix of adoration and possessiveness swirling within them. "You're so beautiful, Y/N," she whispered, her voice a soft, almost reverent murmur, even as her teeth grazed my skin again, leaving a trail of fire. "Only ours."

Yujin's kisses grew more insistent, more demanding, her lips pressing harder against my skin, as if trying to imprint herself onto me. Her hands moved restlessly, exploring every curve and contour of my body, claiming ownership with every touch. The air crackled with a suffocating tension, a sense of impending doom that made my heart pound against my ribs.

I heard Yujin unbuckling my belt, the sound a stark reminder of my helplessness. "Don't, Yujin, please don't," I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes, but she continued, her movements deliberate and unhurried.

"Shh, I know we will take care of you. We accept you, too," she murmured, her voice soft and comforting, a stark contrast to her actions. I felt Wonyoung guide my hand to her breast, her skin warm and soft beneath my touch. "Shh, trust us," she whispered, her voice laced with a possessive tenderness.

A wave of heat washed over me, a confusing mix of fear and arousal. "Hot," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper.

Yujin's hand slid down, her fingers tracing the curve of my hip, then lower, towards the juncture of my thighs. She paused, her touch feather-light, before parting my legs. Her fingers brushed against the sensitive nub of my cock, sending a jolt of electricity through me. "So beautiful," she breathed, her voice thick with desire.

Wonyoung leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. "You're ours now, Y/N. All ours," she whispered, her voice a low, possessive growl. She moved her hand down, her fingers intertwining with Yujin's, their touch a hot, demanding caress. They began to stroke me together, their movements synchronized, building a delicious tension that made me gasp.

"Please," I whimpered, my body arching against their touch, a desperate plea for release. Yujin's lips found mine, her kiss deep and demanding, a silent claim of ownership. As her tongue explored the depths of my mouth, Wonyoung, with a swift, fluid motion, removed her own panties.

A thrill shot through me as she shifted, positioning herself above me, the soft fabric whispering against my skin. The warmth of her skin against mine sent a jolt of electricity through my body, a delicious friction that made me arch beneath her. Then, with a slow, deliberate descent, she sat down on my cock, the sensation both intense and overwhelming. A gasp escaped my lips, a mixture of surprise and pleasure, a sharp intake of breath that echoed in the dimly lit room.

Wonyoung's eyes, dark and dilated, locked onto mine, a possessive gleam in their depths. "Say it, Y/N. Say it: you're ours," she whispered, her voice a low, husky murmur, as she began to move, her rhythm slow and deliberate, each movement sending waves of pleasure radiating through me. Yujin's hands moved to my hips, guiding Wonyoung's movements, her touch both gentle and firm, urging me to surrender to the sensations that were building within me.

The room spun, the world narrowing to the feel of Wonyoung's body moving against mine, the sound of her soft moans mingling with my own ragged breaths. Yujin's kisses grew more insistent, her fingers digging into my hips, urging Wonyoung faster. "Yes," I moaned, my voice a desperate plea, as the pleasure built, a tidal wave threatening to consume me. "What yes?" Yujin whispered, her voice a low, teasing purr, as Wonyoung suddenly slowed her movements, the abrupt change sending a sharp pang of frustration through me. The sudden halt felt agonizing, especially as I felt myself teetering on the edge of release. "I'm yours, please let me come," I begged, my voice thick with desperation, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

"Not yet," Yujin whispered, her voice laced with a cruel amusement, as she leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. "We want to hear you say it properly." She paused, her breath hot against my skin. "Say we own you, Y/N. Say you belong to us." The demand hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, a twisted declaration of ownership. Wonyoung began to move again, but slower, each movement a deliberate tease, a slow burn that threatened to drive me mad. "Say it," Wonyoung whispered, her eyes filled with a dark, hungry intensity, her gaze fixed on mine, demanding submission.

"You... you own me," I gasped, the words torn from my throat, a reluctant admission of their control. "I belong to you." The words tasted like ash in my mouth, but they seemed to satisfy them.

A predatory gleam flickered in their eyes, a dark satisfaction.

"Good girl," Yujin purred, her voice laced with a chilling sweetness. Wonyoung's movements grew faster, more urgent, the pleasure building once more, a tidal wave about to crash. "Now," Wonyoung whispered, her voice thick with desire, "we can come together." They both began to move faster, their rhythm building to a frenzied pace, until finally, I was able to release the pent-up tension, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm.

As the aftershocks subsided, a strange calm settled over the room. Wonyoung collapsed against me, her breath coming in ragged gasps, while Yujin continued to shower me with soft, possessive kisses. They held me close, their bodies intertwined with mine, a silent declaration of their ownership. The air was thick with the scent of sex and something else, something darker, something possessive. A chilling thought crept into my mind: I was no longer their manager. I was their possession.

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