#irene bae x reader

[perfectsunlight]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑.𝟐𝐤

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: ✔

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬.

“i want to see you.”

you ran a hand through your hair, letting irene’s statement run through your mind as you held your phone in the other. it was always like this. the same song and dance, the same rhyme and rhythm. you knew this was a bad idea, but for some reason you always found yourself falling right back into the motions.

“i don’t know, joohyun.” the answer you gave her was one you always said, it was your scripted excuse. you always said you didn’t know, but you always knew you’d end up beside her in bed.

the sigh from the other end of the phone was also something you had often heard before. 

“please.” 

her whisper was loud enough to hear since the phone was next to your ear, and you could already feel an all too familiar feeling bubbling inside your chest. your silence however, was interrupted by the idol woman once again.

“just one last time.”

and like all the other nights before, you knew you couldn’t say no. you could never say no to her.

your foot stepped out of the taxi before you exited the vehicle. ​​the moonlight, filtering through wispy clouds, casts an ethereal glow that adds an otherworldly ambiance. it painted a mosaic of muted grays and blacks, revealing only glimpses of the surrounding landscape—twisted tree branches reaching out like skeletal fingers, silhouettes of buildings standing tall and mysterious, and the faint glimmer of distant stars.

as you shut the door, you could hear the driver pull away as your feet lead you down the same sidewalk you had walked on every other night. the familiar path felt both comforting and unsettling. each step brought you closer to her, closer to the embrace of uncertainty that consumed your heart. the city of seoul was hushed, as if it held its breath in anticipation of your arrival. the only sounds were the echoes of your own footsteps on the pavement, a rhythmic cadence that mirrored the racing of your pulse.

you approached the building where irene resided, its facade cloaked in shadows. the dimly lit entrance beckoned you forward, a portal to a world where reality blurred with desire and consequences were momentarily forgotten. as you reached for the doorknob, a rush of apprehension coursed through your veins, but it was drowned out by the simple fact that you knew the woman inside was waiting for you.

for a moment, you needed to remind yourself that you agreed to come see her again.

inside, the hallway was bathed in a dim glow emanating from scattered lampposts, casting elongated shadows along the walls. with each step, your resolve wavered, but you pushed forward, unable to resist the gravitational pull that drew you to her.

the elevator ride up was silent, the only sound being the soft hum of the ascending lift. your reflection in the mirrored walls seemed to mirror your inner turmoil, the image of someone torn between surrendering to passion and battling against the inevitable heartache. your heart pounded in your chest, echoing the anxious beat of anticipation.

irene always made your heart beat right out of your chest, even if it was for all of the wrong reasons.

the doors slid open, revealing the corridor outside her door. the soft glow of muted lights spilled from the gaps beneath it, casting a warm glow that both welcomed and warned. you hesitated for a moment, your hand hovering over the door, the weight of the choices you had made before, and the one you were about to  make again, heavy on your shoulders.

with a deep breath, you knocked gently. after a slight pause, the door swung open, revealing a sight that both comforted and haunted you. 

irene stood there, a vision in the dimly lit room. her eyes, filled with a mixture of longing and vulnerability, locked with yours. it was a silent plea, an invitation to cross the threshold and surrender to the night–to surrender to her. 

without words, you stepped into her world, the door closing behind you, shutting out your voices of logic and reason in the process. 

inside, the atmosphere was charged with unspoken desires and unfinished conversations. the air felt heavy, thick with the weight of past encounters and the anticipation of what was yet to come. the room itself was adorned with a delicate balance of charisma and illusion, as if it were an extension of irene's enigmatic persona.

the presence of the silver-tongued woman enveloped you, drawing you closer like a moth to a flame. she reached out, her fingertips grazing your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. the touch was electric, adding fuel to a fire only she could ignite.

“we do this every time, irene,” you whispered into the darkness, staring at her as she continued to caress your cheek. “i want more, but i’m not yours.”

the idol’s demeanor remained unchanged, as if you were saying something so trivial that it truly meant nothing to her. it was like all irene ever heard from you were words, words that you always said to her to try and make her feel something more for you.

but irene didn’t ever change the way she felt about you because she never felt anything more for you. not now, not ever.

“i know,” the woman answered while leaning in closer to your lips. “but you’re still mine.”

the words hung in the air, weaving a complex web of desire and deception. her breath caressed your skin, her lips a whisper away from yours, tempting you to give in once again. it was a dangerous game she played, intertwining pleasure with pain, leaving you entangled in her spell.

you tried to resist the magnetic pull, the allure that she exuded effortlessly. but in that moment, rationality crumbled under the weight of your longing, your craving for a connection that surpassed the boundaries she had set. your heart waged war with your mind, torn between the knowledge of her manipulation and the intoxicating allure she wielded so effortlessly.

the room seemed to pulse with a clandestine energy, as if it held secrets that whispered through the cracks in the walls. it was a place where truths remained unspoken, where darkness and desire danced in harmony. but beneath the allure, you knew the truth—she was a master of illusion, a temptress who lured unsuspecting souls into her web.

with a surge of determination, you mustered the strength to break free from her grasp, the electricity of her touch still tingling on your skin. your voice wavered, laced with a mixture of vulnerability and defiance.

"no, irene," you whispered, your words carrying the weight of a final plea. "i won't be a pawn in your game of manipulation. i deserve more than this illusion of intimacy."

her eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and frustration, the cracks in her composed facade widening ever so slightly. for a fleeting moment, vulnerability flashed across her features, a glimpse of the person she hid behind her manipulative mask. but it was quickly replaced by a mask of indifference, a shield against her own emotions.

"you're always so stubborn," she murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. "but remember, you came to me willingly. you're the one who keeps coming back."

her words hit you like a dagger, piercing through the fragile armor you had built around yourself. she was right, in a twisted sense. you had willingly walked into this labyrinth of desire and deceit, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. 

you couldn’t answer her, because she was right. even though she called, you always answered. at any moment, you could have said no, but you never did. this was your doing just as much as hers.

with tears of frustration falling from your eyes, you leaned in and closed the distance between your lips. words were unnecessary, for your bodies spoke a language that transcended the conversation itself.

as the night unfolded, you found solace in each other's arms. the weight of your inhibitions slipped away, replaced by a raw, unfiltered connection. every touch, every kiss, was an act of surrender to the irresistible pull that had brought you together once again.

irene was under you, her hands tangled in your hair and your tears falling onto her face. you wanted to scream at her, to cry, to do a million things all at once, but you couldn’t escape her. you had never been able to push her away without pulling her back in.

“i hate you. i hate you so much. but i love you.” you whispered against her lips, feeling the way irene’s hands slid to the hem of your shirt. the older woman only chuckled, tugging your shirt over your head. “i know, darling. i know you do.” and with that, she leaned in for another passionate kiss.

the room became a sanctuary of tangled limbs and muted cries, a battleground where pleasure and pain merged into a bittersweet symphony. each moment etched itself into your memory, blurring the lines between ecstasy and anguish. 

it was a dance of contradictions, a collision of two souls entangled in a web of both of your making.

you moved together, bodies synchronized in a rhythm born from familiarity. the physical union spoke volumes, drowning out the unspoken words that lingered between you. in that space, nothing else mattered—no past, no future, only the present moment, where time stood still.

but even in the throes of passion, an unspoken truth lingered. 

you both knew that this would end as it always did, with the fading embers of desire and the weight of regret settling upon your chests. the knowledge that your hearts would remain unfulfilled gnawed at the edges of your consciousness, threatening to shatter the fragile illusion you had created.

as the intensity peaked, irene's voice mingled with your ragged breaths, whispering words that carried both tenderness and a hint of resignation.

"i can't promise you more," she confessed, her voice laced with a touch of feigned guilt. "but you should know that by now." irene always did this. she always played the victim, making herself the sad and lonely idol who needed someone to use to forget about her problems. even your own friends told you to stop seeing the idol because even they knew she would never see you as someone more than a midnight vice.

in that instant, the truth echoed louder than ever before. your souls were intertwined in a paradoxical dance of need and denial, bound by a connection that defied reason. it was a twisted embrace, one that offered both solace and torment, leaving you trapped in a cycle of longing.

but you already knew that. you had always known that.

your emotions enveloped you, wrapping around your entwined bodies as you finally succumbed to the pull of desire. in that moment, nothing else mattered. the night held its secrets, and you willingly surrendered to its embrace.

as the final waves of pleasure subsided, you lay entangled in each other's arms, the room steeped in a familiar unbreakable silence. it was a silence that spoke volumes, a silence that carried the weight of your broken heart and irene’s twisted words.

you gazed into irene's eyes, searching for answers that would never come. in that moment, you realized the futility of trying to change what could not be changed. the realization brought a bittersweet liberation—a letting go of the illusions that had held you captive for so long.

with a heavy heart, you disentangled yourself from her embrace, collecting the fragments of your shattered desires. the room felt emptier now, devoid of the charged energy that had once filled it. it was time to step away from the dance, to find the strength within yourself to break free from the cycle that bound you to irene.

as you dressed in silence, the air thick with unsaid goodbyes, you knew that this would be the last time. the last time you would succumb to the allure of her touch, the last time you would seek solace in the hollow promises she whispered in the dark.

with one final glance, you turned away, walking towards the door that separated you from a future untethered by manipulation and unrequited longing. the weight of what could have been clung to your shoulders, but with each step you could feel the tears in your eyes forming once again.

the door closed behind you, shutting out the room's lingering ghosts, and as you stepped into the night, a mixture of immense sadness and longing washed over you. why did you miss her already? why did you suddenly want to run back inside and let her hold you tight in her web of lies? how could you let this happen to yourself?

as you walked into the unknown, you vowed to find a love that would be built on honesty, authenticity, and reciprocity—a love that would liberate rather than ensnare. 

but amidst the emotions inside your heart, there lingered a bittersweet undercurrent of knowing. deep down, you were aware that this momentary escape would only fuel the flames of longing, making the eventual separation all the more agonizing. 

once you returned home you laid in your own bed and cried again. you were never allowed to stay in irene’s arms for long. you were not hers, you never were, and never will be. with you tossing and turning in your sheets, you realized that the only thing harder than sleeping alone was sleeping with her ghost.

the hours slipped away and the first hints of dawn colored the sky, with reality beginning to seep back into your mind. the memories of hushed whispers and stolen glances now carried a tinge of melancholy, for you understood that transient nature of your rendezvous. 

the next day dragged on slowly, making your heart ache more with this endless longing for irene. you were tired beyond description. everything hurt, inside and out, and the absence from her was killing you. she was like a drug, really. 

and you were an addict, hooked on her illusions and deceptions. you knew she wasn’t good for you, but whenever you were without her it felt like you were going through withdrawals.

once the sky turned into a mural of blue and black, you found yourself sitting in the back of the taxi with a hoodie over your head and eyelashes wet from crying. the sounds of the road and the night time radio filled the otherwise quiet car ride. how ironic was it that a red velvet song started playing during the drive?

maybe it was a sign? maybe you were doing the right thing?

upon arriving at your destination, you climbed out of the cab and began walking briskly down the path you knew all too well. your tears fell from your eyes as you rode the same elevator up, looking at your reflection that seemed to be even more shattered now. 

once the doors opened up, you walked briskly down the hall with balled fists and eyes full of pain. irene’s front door came into view, and you knocked three times like you always did.

and per usual, the idol woman opened it, staring at you with her eyes of lust and mouth full of lies.

“one last time.” you whispered, voice crackling as tears cascaded down your cheeks even faster.

irene only smugly smirked at you, the machiavellian mastermind pulling you inside by the arm. “one last time.” 

as irene pulled you closer, her touch igniting that familiar fire within you, you felt a tumultuous blend of emotions coursing through your veins. every fiber of your being screamed for release, for a final taste of the intoxicating spell she wove around you.

in the depths of your heart, you knew this was a dangerous game. 

you were willingly stepping back into the web she had carefully spun, knowing full well the consequences that awaited you on the other side. but there was a part of you, a part that craved her touch and longed for the illusion of intimacy she provided, that couldn't resist the allure.

as your lips met in a desperate embrace, a collision of passion and anguish, time seemed to stand still. the room faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a battle of wills and desires. with each movement, each stolen breath, you clung to the fleeting moments that were slipping through your fingers.

but deep down, you understood the fragility of the illusion. beneath the surface, the cracks were growing wider, threatening to shatter the delicate façade that had kept you enthralled for far too long. you knew that once this encounter ended, you would once again be left with emptiness and regret, your heart in tatters.

yet, in that moment, you couldn't help but surrender to the familiar rhythm of passion and deceit. the weight of your unspoken words mingled with the heaviness of your tears, as if the truth itself was drowning in the whirlpool of your emotions.

a part of you wanted to believe that this could be different. 

that somehow, in this final act, you could break free from the chains that bound you to irene. but deep down, you knew it was just an illusion—a last-ditch effort to salvage what little remained of your shattered connection.

when the final whispers of ecstasy faded and reality began to seep back into the room, a hollowness settled within you. the weight of what could have been pressed upon your chest, threatening to suffocate any remnants of hope that lingered.

as you lay there, entangled yet distant, the truth hung in the air like a bitter aftertaste. this was the end, the culmination of a twisted dance that had consumed both your heart and your sanity. there would be no more chances, no more illusions to cling to.

with an aching heart, you untangled yourself from irene's grasp, feeling a mix of longing and resentment coursing through your veins. the room felt colder now, the remnants of your time together mocking you from every corner.

as you hastily dressed, you could feel irene's eyes upon you, a smug satisfaction dancing in her gaze. she had won, once again manipulating your emotions to serve her own desires. but this time, something within you had shifted. a spark of defiance flickered in your eyes as you looked at her one last time.

"no more," you whispered, your voice tinged with false strength. "this is truly the end. i am not yours."

irene's smirk never faltered. with a dismissive chuckle, her eyes shone full of the same lustful arrogance that had drawn you in time and time again.

"you'll be back," she declared, her voice dripping with a mix of confidence and cruelty. “you are still mine.”

[rosiehrs]

YOU DON'T KNOW MT NAME # 39. nayeon

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a/n ; ok last one for a while guys. i start skl tmr and i needa lock in😊 bye friends

[twice-inamillion]

The Company

Asking for a favor

Smut and Story Building (Sex, Teasing, Anal sex, Deep Penetration, Creampie, use of anal plug) 

Chapter 4

2630 Words

(Irene, like a good girl, is used by the Company CEO. He makes her wear a butt plug to get her accustomed to having something inside of her when she is to service her boss in anal sex. She uses this opportunity to get on the good side of her boss, even if it means being used like a sex toy.)

“Fuck, this is so embarrassing. Why is he making me wear this in public? I hate it him.” Irene walks through the main building, making her way to the CEO’s office. She greets the trainees who are coming from their biweekly evaluation meeting. “Good Morning, girls.” 

The trainees wave back and bow at Irene as she holds some paperwork through the busy hallway. She presses the button on the elevator, scans her access card, and selects the top floor. She faces the glass and sees the view of the campus, busy with trainees going to their classes. She starts to walk to the end of the hall when she drops some of the folders, “Damn, why is this happening to me?” She squats carefully so as not to reveal her panties and the plug she was forced to wear as punishment by the CEO. She quickly picked up the files and quickly felt the back of her skirt to make sure that the plug in her behind wasn’t showing. After checking, she makes her way to your office and knocks on the door. 

“Irene here. May I come in?” dreading to see your face this early morning.

“Yeah, come in.”

She opens the doors, walks in, and immediately closes the door behind her. She sees the smirk on your face, knowing that you’re laughing at her. “Good Morning, sir.”

“Good Morning, Irene. How are you doing today?”

“I’m okay. Thanks for asking.” With an annoyed face, she gives you the files you requested, “Here are the files you requested.” You take them, review the files, and set them on the table. You get back on your desktop but notice Irene standing before your desk. “Did you need something?”

“Sir, I want to ask you for something.”

“Speak.”

“Well… I reviewed the evaluations from the trainees who were tested two weeks ago, and four stood out to me. Would you mind looking at them?” handling your files. 

“Ah, yes. You mentioned one of them before, right? A girl named Wendy.”

“Yes, sir. She’s from Canada. We sent someone to recruit her based on her viral YouTube video.”

“Okay, and what about the rest?”

“The rest went through the Korean auditions. Most of them are good singers and have been performing well in their evaluations.”

“I see that there is no that’s not of age yet.”

“Yeah, her name is Yeri. She recently joined that company a few weeks ago, but I think she has the basics down.”

“Okay, and why are you showing me this?”

“Well… I wanted to see if you would consider these girls for a girl group.”

“Irene, You know we already have a group in mind.”

“Sir, but I think these girls would do well.”

“I don’t know. I’ll think about it.”

She walks over to your side of the desk, “Please, sir, let me be responsible for the group. I promise you won’t regret it.”

“So you want to be in the group too?”

“Yes, I would like to debut with them.”

You see the desperation on her face, making you want to tease her more. You remember the punishment you gave her and say, “Seems like you’re serious. You must really want this.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Alright, show me how serious you are.”

“What do you mean?”

You place her hand on her behind, giving it a nice rub and smile. She reads your expression and knows what you are trying to do. She slowly spreads her legs and pulls her panties down to her knees, giving you access to her cheeks. With your right hand, you go up her skirt and grab onto one of her cheeks, feeling her pale and soft flesh, “A nice ass like always.” She tries to think of something else as you caress her ass cheeks by squeezing them, cupping, or slapping them until they’re slightly red.

Once you get your fill, you focus on what’s between Irene’s cheeks and slowly move your hand toward the bud sticking out of her. You grab the pink glass plug and gently give it a tug, causing Irene to twitch. You try to give it another pull, but her body tightens out of reflex. 

“Come on, you know the drill, relax.”

Without a word she spreads her legs a bit more and bends towards the desk. You give the butt plug another pull, and this time, you’re able to move it. Grabbing onto the nub, you give it a twist, which makes Irene moan. Seeing her reaction, you decide to pull on it, “Remember to relax.” With a firm grip, you begin to pull on the nub, which causes her pucker hole to stretch slightly. Irene gets firm to the table and feels you pull the plug out of her butt. She moans with every centimeter you pull until her hole is stretched to the size of a glass ball. 

“Ready for the last bit?”

“Shut up, just pull it.” 

All you hear is the popping noise of air escaping her now gaping hole, trying to clench onto the foreign object it held earlier before. “Fuck, lot at that gaping hole,” as you stare at the inside of Irene’s exposed hole. You stand and watch as her pucker hole constricts, turning you on. 

Not wanting to wait any longer, you undo your belt and drop your pants to the floor. You take out your cock and give it a full pump, getting it ready for some action. 

You open the bottom drawer and pull out some lube and squirt some on Irene’s ass and on your cock. Slowly and gently, you rub the lube all over your cock and between Irene’s slit. The cold lube causes Irene to shiver in anticipation of what’s to come. 

Now, the long-awaited meal that you have been craving is here. You press your cock against Irene’s ass and gently push it into her asshole. She groans as she feels the tip of your hardened cock spreads her puckerhole, “Uggh…fuck…” biting her lip. A cold sensation fills her spine as she takes in your massive cock. 

“Fuck, you’re still tight.” You press in even more, feeling the flesh of her walls wrapping around your cock. You take a better hold of her waist and warn her, “I’m going to go all the way!”

Irene tries to prepare herself and adjusts her position on the table but loses her balance when she feels a stab in her womb, “Wait! You’re going to mess me up!”

Her knees become weak from just one stroke, and it’s not the last one. You pick up the pace and mercilessly fuck her ass. You enjoy hearing her groan in pain as she takes you massive length. “Stop! Stop! Give me some time to adjust myself. You’re going to ruin me!”

You move your hand and insert two fingers into her wet cunt and collect as much fluid as you can. With those two fingers, you shove them into Irene’s mouth and say, “Shut up and suck like a good girl!”

Without a fight, she welcomes your fingers and begins to suckle. “Yeah, that’s right. Sucking on your own nectar like a slut you are.” She tries to respond, but you slam your cock back inside, reaching the deepest parts of her ass, causing her to gag on your fingers. 

After five minutes, Irene is a complete mess; she groans, “You’re turning me inside out. Please, pull out…”

“Alright, I’ll let you rest, but let me cum first.” 

You pull out your cock just enough to leave the tip and slam it once more, releasing a large wave of cum, “Hmph… fuck!!” She loses her balance, falls on the desk, and goes silent. “Fuck, your ass is so just tighter, it’s milking my cock.”

You turn to Irene and see her passed out, so you pull out your cock and see Irene’s motionless body. You grab your phone from your desk and take a picture of Irene’s gaping ass, “That’s so hot.” You walk in closer and see a large puddle of cum just at the edge of her puckerhole, just waiting to ruin Irene’s thigh. You grab her ass cheeks and spread them, causing your cum to spill out and drip onto her underwear. 

Not wanting to spill any cum on the floor you pull her panties back up and sit on your chair with Irene on your lap. You move her panties to the side and insert your semi-hard cock back inside, and continue to work on the computer. 

After a couple of minutes, Irene wakes up and feels the hot sensation of something buried deep inside her and lifts her head up. She slowly regains her vision, and the first thing she sees is your chest. She tilts her head up, “Wh…what are you doing?”

“You fell asleep, well more like passed out. I didn’t know I was that good.”

“Stop. Let me get off.” 

“No.”

“Come on, I need to get back to my duties.”

“These are part of your duties, remember.”

“Fine… just get it over with.”

“That’s no fun, but whatever. Let’s see your reaction after I’m done with you.”

Irene feels your semi-limp cock throbbing and getting harder as you bounce her small body on your length. With a firm grip on her ass tries to turn her head away, but you stop her, “Don’t look away. Look at me.” She moves her gaze at you, making direct eye contact. “That’s right, just like that. Now, I’m going to let go, and I want you to ride me.” 

You could see that she was going to talk back, but instead, she holds the words in her mouth and does as she’s told. She continues the rhythm you previously had and, little by little, increases the pace. You place your hands on her back, and she places hers on your shoulders; you stare at her, teasing that she is doing all the work like the good little cum slut that she is. 

“How does my cock feel up your ass? Good, huh?”

“It’s not bad.”

“Remember when the first time?”

“Don’t… don’t bring it up.”

“Why not? It was cute seeing you struggle.”

“I couldn’t walk straight for two days because of you.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault your body is so small.”

“It’s not my body, it’s that your cock is too big.”

“But you like it” as you give her a smirk. She doesn’t respond, but the silence gives away her answer. Instead, she picks up the pace to get her duty over with. “Fuck, you’re getting tight again. You’re so good at tightening your walls. If only your future members knew how much of a slut you are.”

“I’m not doing it because I want to; I’m doing it because I have to.” 

“Oh, if that’s the case, why don’t you let me fuck that tight pussy you have right there” as you rub your hands on her nicely trimmed cunt.

“No, you can’t.”

“Come on, it’s been over a year since we met, and you still haven’t…”

“Don’t. Remember, you can only fuck me anal if you don’t do it from the front. I’m saving myself for someone special.”

“Alight, I guess… You’re lucky I’m nice. If it was anyone else, they wouldn’t think twice about having all of you, if you know what I mean.”

“Haha don’t think you’re so nice. You still got your with me, even if it’s through my ass.”

“Let’s change the subject. How about you make me cum in two minutes. If you can do it in less than that, I’ll let you start your little group.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah.”

Without a second thought, she increased the pace of her straddling. She moans as your cock reaches the deepest parts of her rectum. “Ahh… ahh.. it feels so good!” She lifts herself up and slams herself back down, causing her to tighten her walls. “Cum already, please…” as she looks up at you. “Almost.” She repeats it a couple more times, making you cum only five seconds before the two-minute mark. She groans as you fill her ass once more, causing her to lose strength in her body and collapse on your chest with a heavy breath.

It takes her a couple of minutes for her to regain a part of her strength, and when she does, she pulls herself out of your cock but don’t before you go for a passionate kiss to, which she does not reject. After you kiss, she musters enough energy to pull away, gets off your lap, waddles to the sofa across the room, throws herself onto it, and slowly closes her eyes.

You get off the chair and walk towards her and whisper, “Congratulations on your new group. Make sure not to disappoint me,” as you smack her ass. You walk towards the desk and grab some tissues to clean yourself off. You see the plug on top of her skirt and grab it before walking back to Irene. “Don’t forget this. I want you to walk around with my cum inside your ass for the whole day, okay” as you insert the plug back into her butt.

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Irene spends the whole day with the plug as you order her to. The first thing she does when she returns to her apartment is go straight to the shower. She turns on the shower, lets it run for a few minutes, and places her head against the shower wall. After a long day, she tries to clear her mind and pulls out the plug. She watches as a large amount of cum pours out of her tight butthole and into the drain, “He pumped so much in me. It’s better for it to be my ass than the other whole and ending up pregnant. I’ll never let that man impregnate me. That would be the end of me…” as she takes a hot shower. 

—————

A few days passed, and Irene was heading to the meeting room to meet with her future group mates when she saw a group of women entering through the main entrance. She sees IU and Taeyeon coming out of the elevator and walking toward the women. “Hey, IU. Who’s that?”

“Oh the group?”

“Yeah.”

“They’re Taeyeon’s groupmates. They came for a tour since Taeyeon wouldn’t stop complimenting the place. She will show them around the campus and maybe meet with the CEO if he’s available.”

“Oh, okay. Good luck then.”

IU catches up with Taeyeon and the rest of the group and passes by Irene. They introduce themselves one at a time, but only one catches her attention. “You must be Irene.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“I’m Jessica, by the way. Taeyeon told me I should communicate with you and IU if I had any questions.”

“Yes, IU and I are the CEO’s assistants and are more than glad to answer any questions you have.”

“Okay, good. I’ll catch you later. Can’t miss the tour of the company,” as Jessica waves goodbye to Irene. 

Irene waves back better, heading to the meeting room. She opens the doors and sees a group of four girls sitting next to each other, waiting patiently.

[seullovesme]

cockwarming w/ irene bae

pairing ⥬ g!p!irene x reader

genre ⥬ smut

warnings ⥬ sex, slight innocence kink

(nsfw under the cut btw)

just cuddling with irene, listening to her rambling away about her day and how much fun she had because she knows you'll listen to her even if it was nonsense. you discover her love for sudoku and you ask if she could do some with you.

she gets excited and brings out the sudoku book she started, telling you about how easy the first few levels were for her, trying her best to impress you which worked. she begins doing her thing as you compliment her, saying that you're so proud of your smart girl.

but because your girl is skilled, she finished the entire book with some of your help. she's so happy and wishes that you could do more together. this obviously results in you buying a ton of sudoku books because what the bae wants, the bae gets!

irene seated at her desk located in your room, innocently going through her new sudoku book in her sweats with a thin long-sleeve shirt on, when you spot her. she's adorable and you couldn't just stand and admire from afar.

you sit on her lap facing the desk and kiss her cheek, telling her to continue playing. she complies and goes back to filling the boxes with their designated numbers though she's curious on what you're planning to do.

you pull her sweats to her knees, shushing her when she gasped, telling her to put all of her focus on her game. she was trying to stay focused, but your hand on her now hard cock was definitely not helping in the slightest. she stopped and put down her pen when you began to sink down on her, grabbing your waist to guide you.

she was drowning in pleasure from feeling your velvety walls engulf her whole length like it was nothing, and she couldn't hold in her pretty sounds 😵‍💫😵‍💫

you took her hands off of you and put them onto the table. "come on bae... be a good girl and finish up your game. i told you to focus on it didn't i?" you shifted a little to adjust your sitting position, making the sensitive girl under you whimper. she can only obey your command as she took the pen and studied the puzzle carefully, trying to work as fast as she could.

despite her efforts, you could tell she was working slower than she normally was, only spotting a few mistakes that she had made due to her being so distracted. it was cute hearing her struggle to refrain from moving around.

eventually, she completed the whole board and hugged your back, hoping you'd allow her to start railing the shit out of you. her hopes couldn't get very high as you interrupted her thoughts.

"good job! shall we start another?" you grinned and flipped the page, revealing a new one for her to do.

sorry it took a while to post i didnt realize i hit save to drafts instead of post LMFAO also i didnt edit 😞

[alcoholfreenayeon]

can I request irene gf headcanons pretty please? 🥹

Irene Girlfriend HCs

SFW HCs

Irene is always concerned about you, even though she doesn’t always show it, whether you’ve eaten or had enough rest or are working too hard, she’s always worried about you.

She likes to pamper you occasionally but if she thinks she’s being too obvious with it or if you or anyone else points it out, she’ll go red faced and push you away, too embarrassed to face anyone.

She likes to cook for you.

She absolutely loves any gifts you give her, smiling ear to ear whenever you present it to her.

She can be quite sensitive sometimes and never likes to seriously fight or even argue.

She leaves little notes for you containing her appreciation for you. It can range from her basically writing a love letter to her just saying thank you for something you did for her the previous day.

She’s quite shy about PDA and doesn’t like to go beyond holding hands in front of others.

Whenever you both are going out for anything, she always steps out of the room, slightly hesitantly waiting for you to comment on her outfit so she can see if you like it or not. She now has a pretty good idea of what clothes you like her in and tries to dress accordingly.

She never says it but she likes it when you do her hair for her.

The other members tried to tease her about you once but the death glare she gave despite being red faced was enough to put them off…for now.

NSFW HCs

She’s quite shy about initiating sex but sometimes when you both are cuddling she’ll just shift or turn towards you in a particular way and you can tell from that, that Irene is feeling in the mood.

She prefers to have short but intense sessions and looks forward to cuddling and aftercare a lot.

She likes to bite your fingers.

She likes to whisper in your ear, sometimes it’s praise and sometimes it’s just the things she wants to do to you or things she wants you to do to her.

She likes roleplaying and tries out different scenarios often.

You were always surprised by how good Irene does in the roleplay especially when you both are trying out something new. Until you came home early one day and walked in on her fully dressed up and practicing the lines she was going to use.

You nearly went deaf with the squeal she let out when she spotted you, frozen in panic, unable to decide whether to hide her face from embarrassment or to hit you for laughing at her.

She doesn’t mind a bit of feet play and becomes quite bratty and playful with it.

She wants you to leave marks all over her neck and shoulders.

Lately she’s been thinking of trying out some bondage with you but isn’t sure how to bring it up.

[ssivinee]

✧Original Visual✧

Irene x Aespa! 96’ liner! F reader:  In the industry, beautiful idols aren’t uncommon. Your beauty was on the next level, all the 4th gen knew. But what if a certain 3rd-generation original visual begins to notice you due to a V-live you did?

Word Count: 1.4k

Note: Simple fic since I may not be able to write much today🥲

Character Vision Board

Choi Y/n, the oldest member of Aespa, was known for many things. Her dance skills, rap skills, composing, and even music production. She’s even the older sister of TXT member Choi Yeonjun.

But if you were to ask the K-pop community and idol industry what she was known for, it was her visuals. Y/n had a powerful gaze, sharp jawline, plump lips, and currently, oxford blue hair that cascaded down her back, ending right above her hips.

One dull day, Karina and Y/n were in SM’s dance studio. It was their day off, and despite being happy about that, the two members didn’t know what to do with their day, so they just decided to go to the company building and chill there.

The two girls wore similar outfits: grey sweats, a basic cropped hoodie, and sneakers. They lay on the black couch, just staring at the ceiling.

"Unnie~, I’m bored~"

"Jimin-ah... so am I."

The two looked at each other as Karina laid her head on Y/n’s lap, trying to figure out how to make time go by faster.

“Wait, what if we do a live?” Karina jumps into action, going to get the company phone, “you finally came up with an idea after so long.”

“You could’ve thought of it yourself!” Y/n chuckles as the girl sticks her tongue out, returning with another phone.

They take a tripod phone stand, attach it, and begin the V-live. After waiting a few minutes for MY to join, they finally had about 5k viewers, so they decided to start.

“Hello, guys,” Y/n stares at the chat while her and Karina wave.

“AESPA’S VISUAL LINE?”

“What did we do to deserve your guy’s grace today?”

“Y/n and Karina’s duo is something I didn’t know I needed.”

“Clap twice if you wanna leave SM.”

Y/n laughed at the several comments she saw, especially the English ones. “You guys know how to make me laugh.”

“We were bored, so we just decided to go on V-live to talk to you guys,” the younger stated, and spam of hearts came from the chat. The two keep reading and begin to read some questions.

“What song are you guys obsessed with at the moment?”

“Spicy by Aespa,” Karina said, making Y/n look at her like she was crazy, “Okay, self-promo.”

“Unnie, that’s how it should be. We’re idols, man,” Y/n laughs at Karina’s statement, hitting her lightly as it was a habit when she found things funny. “Anyways, for me, it would probably have to be Unforgiven & Fire in the Belly by Le Sserafim. They killed it on their album.” Karina nods in agreement.

“Dance Unforgiven? Guys, I haven’t learned the choreography.”

“She’s lying~ She knows it from TikTok,” Karina exposes her in a tattle-tale tone. “Wha~, no way you outed me like that,” the younger shrugs, followed by a giggle. “Do it, unnie.”

“Fine,” Y/n gets up to go to the computer. She ensured everything was connected before playing a few seconds before the chorus. “You guys ready for unnie to slay?” Karina says, and Y/n begins to dance the chorus. Effortlessly, she jumps with a bunny-like hand, then turns her fingers into horns and repeats, doing the same steps.

Once she finishes, the leader goes, “See, I told you she’s a liar. She knew the dance.” Y/n sits back down next to her, slapping Karina’s shoulder, which causes the girl to act like it hurts.

The live went on for 3 hours, and a lot happened. The girls talked, danced, and even sang songs. Now fans had a compilation of them dancing to ‘Kick It’ by NCT 127, ‘Wannabe’ by ITZY, ‘Hype Boy’ by New Jeans, ‘Hey Mama’ by the SWF dance challenge, and more.

Nearing the end, they decided to take one final request, “Psycho by Red Velvet sunbaenim?” When Karina read the comment, Y/n rushed to the computer and played the instrumental version. “Wait, we’re singing to it as well?”

“Yes! I love this song way too much to not sing it.”

The two got in place, and once the song began, Karina focused on dancing while Y/n did the adlibs perfectly. Comments start to go wild over her voice.

“Y/n drank the SM water again.”

“Ain’t no way she hitting Wendy’s notes????”

“Sub-vocal of Aespa, everyone!”

Y/n joins in on the dance now, and the two begin switching lines back and forth, creating a live vocal performance of the song. The second verse begins to hit, Y/n gets hyped and raps, “Hey trouble 경따윈 없이 오는 너, I’m original visual, 우린 원래 이랬어 yeah.” Karina joins her in singing the iconic one-liner. Then the comments go crazy again.

“4TH GEN ORIGINAL VISUALS YUH.”

“Wha~ the rap suits her.”

“I need a collab with Aespa’s visual line and Irene.”

As the song ends, the two are out of breath and fall to the ground. The echoing dance studio now echoed with their heavy breathing, “Sorry guys, we went a bit overboard,” Y/n tells them as the two drink their waters.

“No, you didn’t. It was amazing!”

“I need a live stage version stat.”

“Joohyun-ssi would be proud.”

“I think that’s it for us, you guys. We’ll do a V-live soon with the other members,” Karina tells the chat, and as fans spammed bye, she ended the stream.

“I’m pooped, man.”

“Same.”

The two get up and prepare to head back to their dorms. Once in the van, Y/n stays on her phone while Karina takes a quick nap. She then gets a notification from Instagram, which she questions. That would only mean an idol was texting her, but it would mean they’re an idol she never spoke to before since they didn’t message her regularly.

Looking at her DMs, shocked was an understatement. The Bae Joohyun had texted her, and once she opened the chat, she wanted to throw her phone out of the car.

Irene texted, ‘Wow, Y/n-ssi, you're a beautiful dancer. Thank you for rapping my lines and doing justice to our song.’

...

BEAUTIFUL DANCER?!

Y/n and the Aespa members were reasonably close to certain SM idols, mainly female idols, due to Y/n, Karina, and Winter being in Got The Beat. One specific idol she never got the chance to interact with was the one who was texting her right now.

‘It’s an honor, sunbaenim. I’m glad it got your approval,’ Y/n sends. She was frantic, not knowing what to say, ‘An honor? Your sound so corny, c’mon.’ Before she could even unsend the message, texting bubbles began to pop up.

Oh dear, she saw it. ‘Y/n-ah. No need to be so formal. Just call me Joohyun-unnie.’

If you thought this couldn’t make it any worse for Y/n, it did. She freaks out and has to do breathing exercises to calm herself down.

‘Okay, unnie! May I ask how you knew about the cover?’

‘Ah, the clips circulated very fast, lol.’

Y/n smiled to herself. She was texting someone she thought was untouchable in the industry. The car stops, and she notices they’re in front of their dorm. “Jimin-ah, wake up, we’re here,” she wakes the younger in a delicate tone.

At another dorm, the older woman lay in bed watching the Psycho cover multiple times. “Unnie, do you have my sweater? The red one?” Irene heard Seulgi’s voice.

“Yeah, it’s in here on my chair!” She hears the dancer’s footsteps, and as Seulgi enters the room, she hears the Psycho clip, catching her attention as well.

“What are you watching?” The younger lay on her paid, peaking at her phone to see the familiar girls. “Y/n and Jimin did a cover of Psycho, even singing to it,” Irene shows her the phone, and Seulgi smiles at the two girls.

“I’m not surprised. They’ve always been excellent,” she stands up and takes her sweater. “That reminds me to text them soon.”

Irene says, “You think I can have Y/n’s number?” Seulgi looks at her leader with suspicious eyes.

“Sure,” Seulgi sends your number to Irene, but before she leaves, she asks the latter, “Can I ask why?”

“I just want to get to know her. Is that so bad?” Irene says as she adds your number to her contacts and in a sarcastic tone, “Right, that’s the reason, unnie.”

Irene rolled her eyes as Seulgi left. She wasn’t lying when she said she wanted to get to know you, but Seulgi knew her unnie too well to know that that wasn’t the only reason. Irene thought you were gorgeous, sexy, and very charismatic.

She’d never admit that to her members, though. Maybe she would after she and Y/n establish a bond.

[seulgiwifeee]

craving irene fluff where she gets mad at you for switching your fabric softener because she loved the smell of your original one (cuz yk the girl knows her scents)

ugh just the idea of irene being so cute is bugging me

♡ Member: Irene x Femreader

♡ Theme: Fluff

♡ Warnings: None

Word count: 1.8k

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Irene happily arrived at your apartment complex early that Friday morning, coming over as quickly as she possibly could, not wanting to spare any more seconds that she could've been using to spend with you—the girl who she loved the most in the whole world!

"Princesss!" you yelled out gleefully, definitely loud enough to have pissed off your sleeping neighbors, as you stood highly on your patio, leaning over the railing and frantically waved down at the approaching Irene. Irene heard your calls and looked up, her eyes lighting up in an instant once she spotted you up there and flailed her arms while wildly hopping all around childishly as she cheered out your name.

A smile never left her face, her contagious laughter echoing throughout the complex when she jogged up those two-story stairs like nothing within a matter of seconds. The moment she turned to corner to your apartment number, just barely a few feet from your door, you ran up to her, immediately greeting the small girl in with your strong embrace.

Irene hugged you back just as tight, snuggling her head deeply into the coziness of your fluffy sweater—the one you had purposefully slipped on last minute while you were in the middle of folding laundry, remembering it was one of her favorite items of yours when spotting it out in the clutter of clothes.

This was one of your very few free weekends rather than your usual hectic schedule—no work, classes, or special events you needed to go to—so of course the only logical thing you had to do was invite your girl to stay over for the weekend!

You and Irene were, unfortunately, dating long distance due to studying at different colleges that were hours away from each other, so that meant you two normally didn't get to see each other in person for any more than two times, if a miracle struck you, maybe three times, every two weeks, and for this particular time, the last she'd seen you was close to around four weeks, almost a month! So there wasn't a thing that could describe how happy you two were to finally be in each other's arms again.

"I've missed you so much, Y/N, you don't understand! I think I was actually about to go insane if I wasn't able to see you anytime sooner!" Irene stressed to you, her voice growing muffled speaking into your chest and dug her newly manicured nails into your lower back as she held on to you tighter. You chuckled, smiling warmly looking down at her and ran your fingers through the silkiness of her dark hair. "I've missed you so much too!"

Irene lifted her head back, gazing up at you with those pretty doll-like brown eyes and shone her signature half-toothy smile, but all of a sudden, her once soft expression contorted into a grimace, frowning and flaring her nostrils up at you. Your brows furrowed in confusion, also frowning at the girl. "What's wrong?"

Irene continued to flare her nose, leaning her head back into you and sniffing at your sweater. "Nothing."

"Are you sure? Do I smell bad or something?" you asked teasingly, though quickly reconsidered your question the longer it took her to deny it. "No.." Irene trailed off, not sounding convincing in any way, and slowly backed away from you, reaching down to pick up her bag.

"Alright then.." You tilted your head at her with a confused smile, looking side to side unsurely while scratching your neck, now feeling the abrupt change of atmosphere weigh down on you.

"I'm just going to put my stuff up now," Irene said and began to walk away down the hall, but you were quick to stop her. "No! I got it, let me do it for you, your highness!" You grabbed her duffel bag and gestured your hand towards the living room. "Please, sit! And when I come back I'll make you lunch."

"Okay," Irene smiled. "But just know I'm going to be making it."

Your lips pursed, pausing in your tracks and turned over to face her again. "But you cook each time you're here, though! Just let me do it!" you whined, but Irene shook her head, continuing to go back and forth with you until she got her final ‘no’ out. "I said NO!"

"Okay fine, sheesh! But seriously next time you're going to let me cook for you," you said finally in defeat, knowing you weren't going to win this dispute and walked into your room while Irene smirked widely at you from the couch, trying to hold in a giggle. "I can't promise that."

You brushed her off with a hidden smile, knowing it was all just out of love since you knew that one of her many love languages was cooking for you, and entered your room, unzipping her bag and laid out her clothes. Some relaxing music that was playing on your speaker beforehand continued to run as you organized her items with a peaceful mind, sitting without a thought or worry until..

"—Y/N-AHH!" Your eyes went wide and you jumped, startled from hearing the screeching voice of Irene shouting demandingly through the closed door, dragging out your name in her oh-too-familiar whiny voice. Just by that tone you already knew she found something to be upset at you with, so you quickly stopped your actions and hurried up out of your room, running to the living room where you had expected her to be, though was met with no sign of her presence.

You curled your expression, turning your head towards a door leading to a room that you knew wasn't opened before—the laundry room. Taking that as an obvious sign, you quickly ran over there and flung open the cracked door, instantly locking your eyes on Irene's crotched-down figure sitting in front of the dryer messing with your clean laundry, a shirt held in each of her hands while she deeply sniffed at one of them.

Your brain didn't even get a chance to question the sight in front of you because within seconds of you being upon the doorway—once she had turned around after hearing the footsteps of you nearing the room—she gave you no time to think, charging towards you with heavy steps and shoved the warm t-shirt right into your face. "What is this?!"

You stumbled back, blindly taking hold of the shirt and removed it from your face. You narrowed your eyes down, scanning over the print on the graphic tee and shook your head slow and unsurely, furrowing your eyebrows even more in confusion as you wondered why your lover was so worked up. "A.. t-shirt?.." you muttered, not exactly sure as to what other answer Irene was expecting to hear.

Irene sharply rolled her eyes, snatching the shirt from you and forced it back deeper into your face, slightly suffocating you with the soft cotton. "Not that! The smell! What's with the smell?!" Irene demanded, placing her hands on her hips and speedily tapped her foot on the marble floor.

When she was forcing the shirt in your face, you were given no choice but to smell it as you aired in a dramatic inhale trying to gasp out for air, letting the pungent scent of sweet roses flow throughout your mouth and nose. The shirt fell onto the floor and instead of picking it up, you left it there, shooting Irene a look with so much confusion; it was literally the definition of what a series of question marks would look like if it was put into a facial expression. "What do you mean, baby?! It doesn't smell bad..or at least not to me.. it's just roses. You don't like roses now?"

"Not when they replace the lavender scent you always have! You knew that was my favorite scent! Why would you get rid of it?!" Irene pouted, crossing her arms and turned her back to you with a tiny "hmph," too upset to look even at you.

A few seconds went by and suddenly the static in your brain cleared up once everything clicked to you, realizing all of this attitude and bickering was only because you for once decided to be different and changed up your fabric softener; which you, by the way, weren't even planning on doing in the first place, but since the store was sold out of your usual scent, which wasn't a big deal for you, you just simply bought the next container your eyes spotted. You didn't even think she was going to notice something as little as that! But you should've known better than to underestimate the Bae Joohyun.

You couldn't even take her anger seriously anymore, chortling a loud cackle at her bratty attitude and threw your shirt into the laundry basket. Looking at an angry Irene is like someone drawing slanted eyebrows on a bunny, it only made her cuter.

You crept up a few steps behind Irene, snaking your arms around your girlfriend's waist and pulled her into your chest. "Joohyun, seriously?" you snickered into her ear, "are you seriously this mad that I changed up my laundry detergent to another stupid scent?"

"It's not stupid!" Irene retorted, keeping her chin up high, "How am I supposed to cuddle with you at night if can't even seek comfort in the thing that makes me smile, brings me joy, helps put me to sleep! I can't, Y/N. You know, this is really serious for me."

You laughed some more, your body ticked from her cuteness and rolled your eyes with a smile while Irene only frowned deeper at you. "Oh, Joohyun. You really are something.." you sighed, shaking your head and leaned your face into her neck.

"Do you want me to rebuy that scent? Will that cheer you up?"

Irene's eyes flashed open. "What kind of question is that?! Obviously!" Irene turned around and took a hold of your wrist, dragging you two out of the room, towards the front door. "Matter of fact, we're getting it right now," Irene insisted with every bit of determination and seriousness, not caring one bit that you were still in your house clothes.

But you didn't care either, as long as you were going to make Irene happy in the end. You'll do anything to please your princess, even when it's for things as petty as this.. "Right now?" you asked with a sigh and Irene nodded firmly, squeezing onto your wrist tighter and used her other hand to grab her keys from the counter as she walked by.

You sucked your teeth, looking up and biting back a smile once the winter breeze swirled past you as you felt yourself continuing to get dragged out of the apartment. "Alright, princess."

I kinda don't like how I wrote this :(.. but I hope this was cute and funny enough for you,, also can you guys tell that I love writing the princess pet name? hehe

— Seulgiwifee ໒꒰ྀི♡˵ᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ꒱ྀི১

[ze-ppe-li]

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G!P Irene, dom/sub dynamics, cussing, mommy kink, fingering (r. receiving) blowjob, throatfucking, anal sex, brief painal, spanking, hair-pulling rough sex, slighty masochism, degradation, aftercare.

Well, you weren't exactly in a good situation right now.

And all because you decided to disobey your mommy, knowing that she was in a tour, why sluts like you are never able to control their whoreism?

As strict as she is, Joohyun was definitely not going to let your behavior slide, whores like you deserved to be punished and it was time for you to be put on your place.

At that moment your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the door open, you assumed it was your girlfriend, who came to punish you for the fatality you had done while she was away.

You walked out of your bed to see her standing at the door with that frown on her face, glaring at you. You felt your heart stop beating, your throat go dry and you felt all the breath leave your lungs. "What's wrong Joohyun?" you asked, taking small steps forward so that you could get closer to her. "I just came back home from tour and found out that my girl has been playing in bed all day, how could you do this to me baby?" she said, walking up towards you.

"I-I'm sorry..." you stuttered looking down on the floor. She looked really mad and disappointed, but still you thought you could talk yourself out of this one...

Or maybe not. The look in her eyes told you otherwise. You thought about trying to make things better but you knew that your pussy would probably say no. That's why you didn't try. Instead you decided to beg, your only hope at this point.

Your heart sank when she placed her hand around your neck and pulled you closer, you could feel the heat coming off her body, and her cock twitching agaisnt her trousers. "Listen slut, you will obey me or I'll break your pretty little ass, understand?" she asked pulling you even closer, pushing you against the wall.

Then you felt her other hand come between your legs, rubbing your cunt through your panties. Her fingers slid into your soaked cunt easily, sliding through your juices as if they were butter. Her index finger moved in circles over your clit, making you moan louder than ever before. "So pretty, honey... you're such a slutty girl, aren't you? You want me to fuck you?" she asked looking deep into your eyes.

"Yes! Please fuck me Joohyun!" you cried out, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter. She smiled and stood up, ripping your panties completely off of you, then quickly sliding them down your thighs and stepping out of them. Then you watched in awe as she unzipped her jeans, revealing her already hard cock.

She got closer to you and grabbed your head by the hair, forcing you to lick her glistening precum from her thick member. You moaned as you tasted her sweet juices, licking it all up like a good girl should.

You started sucking on her cock faster and harder, sliding your tongue in circles over the tip of her cock. She moaned softly as you started licking her hard dick, her hands gripping your hair tightly, almost as if she was worried you might drop her precious cock, until, you hadn't realized that her member was sliding into your throat and you were choking because of how abrupt she was doing it.

But when she suddenly stopped what she was doing, you immediately felt yourself being pushed down onto your knees again.

"Get on the bed dear" she commanded and you did as she ordered.

You laid down on your stomach, spreading your ass cheeks apart and sticking your tight asshole high in the air.

Joohyun looked at your ass and slowly licked her lips. "I bet you taste delicious honey, don't you think?"

You moaned and nodded enthusiastically.

Her member was hard and ready for action and you eagerly spread your ass cheeks wide and guided it into your tight anus. You groaned and moaned loudly as she pushed it deeper inside of you. You felt your first ever dick entering your ass. It hurt like hell but at the same time you loved every bit of it.

It felt as if someone had stabbed your rectum with a knife, and yet you couldn't stop moaning and screaming.

She fucked your ass fast and hard, pounding it relentlessly, as her member twitched with each thrust. Your asshole opened wider and wider as she kept ramming her length into you. It seemed that her member would never fit into your ass, but after some more fucks she finally managed to push it all the way in.

One of her hands spanked your ass as she continued fucking you hard and rough. You moaned and screamed louder and louder as she filled your ass up with her huge piece of meat, and you couldn't help but shout a loud "mommy" every time her hips were pressed against your petite ass, balls slapping against your cunt. She gave your ass another hard slap, bringing you even closer to an orgasm.

"Say 'I will never disobey mommy again'" she ordered as she fucked you mercilessly.

You did as she said, moaning louder and louder. She slapped your ass once more. You turned your head away and buried your face into the pillow. "Tell me who you belong to"

You tried to nod, but the pleasure of having your asshole pounded made you unable to open your mouth properly. "Who owns your ass now?" she asked, slapping your ass again and again.

You squeezed your eyes tightly shut, your whole body trembling. "Y-you d-do mommy---" you stuttered out.

"Don't you ever forget it," she snarled.

With that, her thrusting became more frenzied. She grabbed you by the hips and slammed into you, her thick cock pistoning into your ass in a fierce, raw rhythm.

You pushed your face into the pillow, stifling your screams. Your fingers clenched, the pillowcase bunching up as you fisted it desperately.

"Oh! Oh fuck..." you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the brink, your body trembling with unbridled pleasure as your girlfriend fiercely fucked your tight little ass. Your ass felt so full, her cock hitting all the right spots as she pounded you from behind.

"Oh fuck, mommy, I'm gonna cum!" you cried out, your legs shaking uncontrollably.

But Joohyun didn't relent, she just kept fucking you harder and faster, her hips slapping against your ass with a loud smack.

You buried your face into the pillow, muffling your screams as she mercilessly pounded your tight hole. Your toes curled as you felt yourself approaching the edge, your whole body shaking with pleasure.

"Mommy! Mommy, I'm gonna cum!" you cried out, your voice muffled by the pillow.

But instead of slowing down, Joohyun grabbed you by the hips and pulled you even closer, driving her cock even deeper into your ass.

She slammed her hips against your ass, making your whole body shake with each thrust.

You moaned even louder as she fucked your ass with an almost ruthless intensity. Each time she rammed her cock into you, the pain was quickly replaced by intense pleasure. It was like nothing you had ever experienced before.

You were completely vulnerable, exposed and at the mercy of your girlfriend. You tried to catch your breath as she continued to push herself inside of you. Every thrust felt like electricity surging through your veins, making you feel more alive than ever before.

"Yes mommy, right there!" you moaned, your body going wild with each thrust of her hips.

You could hear her moans and groans, panting and gasping for breath. She reached forward and grabbed your long hair, pulling your head back to look at her.

You could tell she was really close to reaching an orgasm, her face was flushed and her eyes were glazed over. "You're gonna take every single inch of my cock, aren't you? You love being my little slut, don't you?" She growled, pulling your hair harder.

"Yes, mommy! I love it!" You screamed, your face pressed against the pillow, the sensations coursing throughout your entire body were unbearable, you had never felt so alive before.

"You're gonna cum for me, aren't you baby? You're gonna cum all over my cock, just like I want you to" she said with her voice thick with desire.

Her face was inches from yours, she watched you, studying your reactions. "Say it", she demanded, pulling your hair tighter.

You moaned loudly as she roughly spanked your ass. "Fuck! Yes mommy, I'm gonna cum for you!", you cried out.

She grinned and began to thrust into you with more force, filling you up completely with her seed.

She groaned as she spurted into you, again and again. The pleasure of being filled up to the brim by Joohyun's hot semen was unlike anything else you had ever experienced. You squeezed even harder around her cock, drawing out more and more hot cum from her member.

Her hips moved at a frenzied pace, grinding your hips against hers as she orgasmed. Your chest heaved as she withdrew from your ass, the sensation of her cock sliding out of your well-fucked ass was electrifying.

She let go of your hair and you collapsed onto the bed, your sweaty skin sticking to the sheets.

The room was filled with the heavy scent of sex and sweat, a reminder of the intense connection you just shared. You both lay there, with your bodies still intertwined.

But as you lay there, you couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. After all, it was your desire to be punished that led to this intense and somewhat painful experience.As the adrenaline is slowly wearing off, you start to feel the sting of the punishment she had inflicted on you.

But at the same time, you also feel a sense of peace. The pain she had caused was a constant reminder of the trust and surrender that you had both shared in this moment. And as you look at her, you see the love and tenderness in her eyes, as she runs her fingers through your hair, gently soothing the aches and bruises.

Soon, you both fall into a peaceful slumber, wrapped in each other's arms. Sure, sometimes you could be the brattiest person ever, and she could be the strictest, but in the end you both loved each other, what can you do <3

[ireneanon]

Enticing

milf!irene x fem reader

teaser

It started with you two meeting at your workplace. she, of course, immediately caught your attention. Joohyun thought you were good-looking, that’s about it. she was still going through her divorce and processing it all. nothing relationship-related was amusing to her, especially the idea of getting involved with someone younger.

you would try your best to get to know her which was difficult as she usually kept to herself. even if she was more kept to herself, she was well respected by her colleagues. it was clear why, she was always hardworking, cooperative, and helpful. it made you like her even more.

as you got to know her you learned she had two young kids and to your liking, was going through a divorce. you also learned her ex-husband wasn't putting in enough effort with the kids and their overall relationship. you couldn't keep your mind from immediately thinking about how much better you'd take care of her, how you’d make sure she and her kids were happy and fulfilled in every way. so you made it your goal to do just that.

with you being younger with no experience with children and long-term relationships. Joohyun being older with two children that she cherished and loved more than anything, could you two work?

[noarawriteszr]

irene only listening to reader and being teased by it by other members by how she babies you and listens to your every command

hey hey, this was such a exciting request nonny!!

and this is my first ever request for red velvet which it's pretty nerve-wracking cause I really wanted to do a great job and I tried my best >-<

I hope you like it<3

🐻‍❄️ྀིྀི

The Only Exception

Irene x reader

The most anticipated day of the month arrived, luckily it was the girls' day off and you soon got ready to meet them at Seulgi's house, that was where the meetings normally took place and get quality time with your girlfriend and friends.

Obviously you couldn't go empty-handed, so on the way you stopped by a coffee shop and bought some drinks and appetizers that you knew that each one liked.

Humming a song or two that was in your head and before you knew it you were already in front of the building where Seulgi lived. Her excitement couldn't control, the building's security guard l As soon as he saw you, he smiled and told you that all the girls were already in the apartment, awaiting your arrival.

"Good afternoon Y/N! How are you doing? The girls are already in the house, remind them to keep the music lower please"

Poor man everytime the meeting happens he always had to reminds us to lower down our music and... voices. You keep feeling guilty but there's no much you can do if your friends and specially your girlfriend laughs like she's using a microphone. Although everytime you agree and laugh slightly saying that you will try.

Once the short interaction is over you take the elevator, the stairs weren't a bad idea either but considering you're carrying food and have a reputation for being clumsy... it's clear that the best decision it's not trust the fate.

In less than 5 minutes, arriving at the floor well known to you and from afar already listening to low music and when approaching the correct door you can distinguish that it was Yeri who was in control of the music at the time because the song that was playing is Ariana Grande's new song. That girl could listen to Ariana Grande for hours without stopping, that should count as talent. You shake your head at your own thoughts and open the door that was unlocked, being greeted with nicknames and shouts from your friends, you couldn't contain your smile and after greeting Seungwan, Seulgi, Yerim and Sooyoung in the living room you went towards the kitchen and there it was your beautiful girlfriend fixing sandwiches for everyone. Your heart definitely melts every time you see her being so domestic like that, it gives you a feeling of the future and imagining that every day you will have this view. Leaving the bags on the table, you approach and hug Joohyun from behind, instantly feeling her jump a little in fright and laugh at the scene.

"You should stop doing this, you nearly gave me a heart attack"

She lectures you lovingly, it's not like you're going to follow through and take it seriously when she wraps her arms around yours and puts her head back relaxing on your shoulder while you distribute kisses down her neck. Too soon for your liking she decides you've given her neck enough love and turns to give you a light peck on the mouth, smiling against yours when you pull her in for a real kiss.

"I missed you, my love" - Irene mumbles in your mouth between the kisses and you nod agreeing with her but before you go back for another one, you two got interrupt by a Sooyoung pretending to throw up at you two.

"Ugh, these two are being disgusting cute again! you guys saw each other yesterday, how come you still miss each other?"

"It's call "Love", Sooyoung"

Irene teases the young girl who immediately looks offended.

"Hey!!"

Irene stuck her tongue out at the youngest girl until she realizes that you're looking at her like a mother disapproving her son's attitude and stops in shame.

"She started first, babe!!" - Not the type to lose a discussion, she tries to explain her point but you crossed your arms told her that Sooyoung was younger so she shouldn't tease her.

"See? Y/N gets me" - Now it's Joy turns to laugh at Joohyun face because you damn right she was pouting when you told her she was in the wrong side.

"Not fair, I'm the oldest and not even my girlfriend protects me.."

Of course she would make a little drama for you to pick her side and Sooyoung goes back to the living room while jokingly rolling her eyes at the sight.

"Babe I do protect you but you know that trying to prove your point with Sooyoung it's quite like a impossible mission."

She still pouts and demands you to hug her as a apologize to not taking her side.

"Now now lovebirds, are you still coming to do a karaoke night or you will stay there in the kitchen hugging each other like in a cliche movie?" - Seungwan's voice so loud that you sure the entire floor heard her, and here you was thinking that today was going to be without shouting and screaming. Boy, how was that wrong.

"We're coming, okay?? I will make popcorn and then I'm coming" - You replied to her and turned to make popcorn but was stopped by Irene's hand on yours.

"I will do it, love.. Tell them that soon I will bring all the food and tell Seulgi to come here because how come there's no water in this house and only wine?"

You could only laugh at the last statement and go to the living room and finding all of them laying on Seulgi's white couch and talking.

"Took you long enough, if you didn't come sooner I would kick Kim Yerim out of choosing the song, no one can stand the same song anymore." - Of course the bicking would continue between Seungwan and Yeri while you took the place next to Seulgi.

"Where's Joohyun Unnie?"

"Oh I wanted popcorn and she told me she was going to do it so in a few minutes she will come."

For a second you thought that you said something wrong cause Sooyoung stopped dead track in choosing her song to yell at Joohyun.

"Unnie, how come you do popcorn to Y/N and not to me when I asked you to? This is unfair, you are privileging her!! When I asked for you, you told me to do it myself!" - Sooyoung jokingly pouts and complains about the treatment while you and Seulgi laugh at her whining.

"I don't even know why you still complain when everybody knows that Unnie baby treat Y/N nonstop " - Seulgi justifies the "privilege" just when Irene was bringing the food, soon after leaving the food on the table in front of the couch she lightly pushes Seulgi and Sooyoung and explains:

"She asks nicely different from you two"

"And the way "nicely" is giving you a kiss, Unnie" - Seungwan responds and Joohyun looks at her in disbelief.

"Even you, Wendy?"

"It's not wrong tho, Y/N have you wrapped around her finger." - Yeri also enter in the convo and in a matter of seconds it's 4 against 1 and successfully makes both you and Irene blush at their statement.

"Aww look at Unnie, she's soft for Y/N"

"Damn Unnie, she got you real bad"

"I thought it was impossible to make Irene Unnie turn into a blushing mess but with one word of Y/N and it's automatic. Seems like Y/N is a exception after all."

If Irene could get any red she would but truth to be told she was already looking like a tomato.

"Shut up!!"

"No way!!"

"Yes way!!"

Of course, within a matter of seconds, Yeri and Irene began to playfully argue, which seemed more like a competition of who could scream the loudest.

"Oh no, I'm going to have to pay a fine for the noise again.." - You could only hear Seulgi's sad voice next to you which made you laugh harder.

Even though Irene was a little irritated and flustered by her friends' jokes she couldn't disagree, you're the only exception.

[atlasthegreatest]

Nobody Knows / Bae Joohyun x Female Reader

Everyone knew Bae Joohyun— or more precisely— Irene. Known for her striking beauty and charming personality that enchanted both men and women alike. But there was something that nobody knew, not even her friends… is that she had a girlfriend.

Word count: 2650

A/n: Established relationship, soft angst, and fluff.

A/n: Once again… trying something out. I wrote this while listening to “Nobody Knows” by Kiss of Life. Hope you enjoy it!

The city lights flickered in the distance, a blurred sea of neon and concrete. From the 20th floor of her apartment, Bae Joohyun—known to the world as Irene, the adored leader of Red Velvet—stood in front of the large window, staring out into the night. Her phone vibrates on the table behind her, and the group chats alive with laughter and messages from her members. But tonight, her mind was elsewhere.

She glanced over her shoulder, watching the faint silhouette move quietly through the apartment. Y/n, her girlfriend, was unpacking groceries in the kitchen, humming softly to a song playing in her headphones. Joohyun smiled at the sight, a warmth spreading in her chest. There was a comfort in seeing Y/n in her space, in the quiet domesticity of it all, but beneath that comfort lay the unspoken reality that defined their lives. They existed in shadows.

The world loved Irene and adored her elegance and her pristine image. But Joohyun’s truth—her real truth—was something she couldn’t share. Not with the cameras, not with the fans, not with anyone outside these walls. And that truth was Jung Y/n.

“Hey,” Y/n’s voice broke the silence. She’d removed her headphones and approached Joohyun, wrapping her arms around her waist from behind. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

Joohyun leaned into her, savoring the moment. “Just… thinking.”

“About?” Y/n’s voice was soft, and patient. She knew. She always knew.

Joohyun turned, resting her hands on Y/n’s shoulders, their faces inches apart. “Do you ever think about what it would be like if we didn’t have to hide?”

Y/n’s expression softened, but there was sadness in her eyes. “All the time.”

They had been together for two years now. Two years of stolen moments, secret vacations, and late-night phone calls whispered into the early hours. To the world, Joohyun was single, an idol unattainable, mysterious. Y/n was her hidden treasure, the piece of her heart no one could ever see.

“It’s not fair,” Joohyun murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I hate that we have to do this.”

Y/n sighed, pulling Joohyun closer. “I know. But I also know that I’d rather have this, have you, even if it’s in secret, than not have you at all.”

Joohyun’s heart ached at the words, and she kissed Y/n’s forehead gently. They had this conversation more times than she could count, but it never got easier. The pressure of their hidden relationship weighed heavily on her every day. She’d catch herself daydreaming about a world where they could walk down the street hand in hand, post photos together, live openly and proudly. But that wasn’t their world. It was a fantasy.

“Do you regret it?” Joohyun asked suddenly, surprising herself with the question.

Y/n pulled back slightly, looking at her with wide eyes. “What? No. Joohyun, I could never regret us. Not for a second.”

The sincerity in her voice made Joohyun’s chest tighten. She had always been the one who struggled more with their secrecy. Y/n, ever patient, ever understanding, never wavered in her support. But Joohyun worried. She worried about how long they could keep this up, how long before it became too much.

“Sometimes I wish we could just… run away,” Joohyun admitted, her voice shaking with the weight of her words. “Forget about the cameras, the expectations, everything. Just be us.”

Y/n’s hand caressed Joohyun’s cheek, her touch grounding her. “Maybe one day, we can. But until then, we have this.” She gestured to the apartment around them, to the small but sacred space they shared. “We have us, here, now. And that’s enough for me.”

Joohyun smiled, though the sadness lingered. She leaned forward, capturing Y/n’s lips in a slow, tender kiss. It was moments like this—intimate, away from the world—where she felt the weight lift, even if just for a little while. Here, in Y/n’s arms, there was no pretense, no performance. She was just Joohyun, and that was enough.

They pulled away, foreheads resting together, breaths mingling in the quiet of the night. “I love you,” Joohyun whispered, the words slipping out as naturally as breathing.

“I love you too,” Y/n replied, her voice steady, reassuring.

Joohyun knew that their love was real, that it was worth the secrecy, the sacrifices. But as they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the city lights blinking like distant stars, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something had to change.

Because even though nobody knew, it didn’t mean that what they had was any less beautiful, any less real. And maybe one day, the world will see that too.

But for now, they remained hidden in the shadows, their love a secret, known only to them.

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The next morning, Joohyun awoke to the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of quiet clattering in the kitchen. She stretched lazily in bed, the softness of the sheets tempting her to stay cocooned a little longer. But the sound of Y/n humming drew her out, pulling her into the small moments she cherished.

She padded into the kitchen, barefoot, wearing one of Y/n’s oversized shirts. There was a comfort in seeing her girlfriend there, looking so at home in her apartment. It was a sight Joohyun never got tired of, a secret privilege hidden from the rest of the world.

Y/n was making breakfast, her back turned to Joohyun. For a moment, Joohyun stood still, simply watching. The light filtering through the windows bathed Y/n in a soft glow, and Joohyun couldn’t help but marvel at how effortless her presence was, how she seemed to fit so perfectly into her life, even amid all the chaos.

Without a word, Joohyun wrapped her arms around Y/n’s waist from behind, burying her face in her back. Y/n laughed softly, leaning into the embrace.

“You’re up early,” Y/n teased. “I thought you’d sleep in after the schedule you had yesterday.”

Joohyun sighed against her skin, her voice muffled. “Couldn’t sleep without you next to me.”

Y/n turned in her arms, placing a kiss on Joohyun’s forehead. “Well, I’m here now.”

For a while, they stood like that, wrapped in each other, content in the quiet. But even in the peace of the moment, Joohyun could feel the undercurrent of tension that had been building between them. It was subtle, almost invisible, but it was there—an invisible wall that neither of them wanted to acknowledge.

She pulled away, walking over to the kitchen table, her expression more serious now. “Y/n,” she started carefully, “I’ve been thinking…”

Y/n glanced at her, eyebrows raised, as she turned off the stove. “About what?”

Joohyun hesitated. She didn’t want to ruin the moment, but the thoughts that had been swirling in her mind since last night refused to stay silent.

“About us,” Joohyun admitted. “About… how long we can keep doing this.”

Y/n didn’t answer right away. Instead, she turned back to the stove, stirring the food in silence. Joohyun could feel her girlfriend’s energy shift, a heaviness settling between them. It was a conversation they had danced around for months now—one they both feared would change everything.

After a long pause, Y/n finally spoke, her voice quiet but steady. “Do you want to break up?”

The question hit Joohyun like a punch to the gut, even though she knew it was coming. The truth was, she didn’t want to break up. She couldn’t imagine her life without Y/n. But the weight of their secrecy, of constantly looking over her shoulder, was starting to suffocate her.

“No,” Joohyun said quickly, almost too quickly. “I don’t want to stop. But I don’t know how long we can keep living like this—hiding, pretending like none of this is real.”

Y/n nodded, her expression unreadable. She placed the pan on the counter and turned to face Joohyun fully, crossing her arms. “I know it’s hard, Joohyun. Believe me, I do. But I don’t know what else we can do. You’re an idol. Your life isn’t your own anymore, and neither is mine because I’m with you.”

Joohyun’s heart sank at the words. She knew Y/n was right. Their relationship didn’t just affect Joohyun—it affected Y/n too. She had given up so much for this love, for them, and Joohyun couldn’t help but feel guilty for dragging her into this world of hidden glances and whispered affection.

“I’m sorry,” Joohyun whispered, her voice cracking. “I hate that I’ve put you in this position.”

Y/n softened at the sight of Joohyun’s tears. She walked over, kneeling in front of her and taking her hands. “Hey, stop that. Don’t apologize. I chose this. I chose you. I knew what it would be like from the beginning.”

Joohyun wiped at her eyes, trying to hold back the flood of emotions. “But it’s not fair to you. You shouldn’t have to live like this—always in the shadows.”

Y/n smiled sadly, her thumb brushing over Joohyun’s knuckles. “I knew what I was getting into. I love you, Joohyun. That’s never going to change. But if this is too much for you… if we are too much for you, I need you to be honest with me.”

The weight of Y/n’s words hung in the air, and for the first time, Joohyun realized just how fragile they were. Their relationship had always felt like a balancing act, walking a tightrope between the public image she had to maintain and the private life she longed to protect. But now, standing at this crossroads, the tightrope felt thinner than ever.

“I don’t want to lose you,” Joohyun said softly, her voice breaking. “But I don’t know how to keep us safe anymore.”

Y/n pulled Joohyun into her arms, holding her tightly. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

For a moment, Joohyun allowed herself to believe it. She clung to Y/n, burying her face in her shoulder, letting the warmth of her embrace chase away the fears, if only for a moment. But deep down, Joohyun knew that something had to give. This life of secrets, of stolen moments and hidden love, couldn’t last forever.

And as much as they wanted to pretend otherwise, they both knew that the fractures beneath the surface were growing deeper.

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It was nearing midnight, and the streets of Seoul were quieter than usual, though still alive with the hum of passing cars and distant conversations. Joohyun and Y/n walked side by side, hands brushing occasionally, but never fully intertwining. Not here, not where someone could see them. Despite the dim streetlights and the darkened corners of the city, Joohyun’s instinct to protect them—to protect her—never wavered. The night air was crisp, and Y/n had borrowed one of Joohyun’s hoodies, the oversized fabric engulfing her tall frame.

They had been walking for almost an hour now, having decided to sneak away from Joohyun’s apartment for some fresh air. It was rare that they ventured out together, but tonight, there was a restless energy between them, something unspoken that drove them from the safety of four walls into the uncertain freedom of the outside world.

Joohyun glanced at Y/n, her heart tightening at the sight of her girlfriend’s content expression. Y/n had always been the braver one, the one who could find peace in the fleeting moments they stole from the world. Joohyun admired that about her, but it also terrified her. She knew that one wrong move, one careless mistake, could shatter the fragile world they had built.

“Do you think they’d understand?” Y/n’s voice cut through the silence, her words soft but deliberate.

Joohyun frowned, unsure of what she meant. “Who?”

“The fans,” Y/n clarified, her eyes still fixed ahead. “If they knew about us. Do you think they’d understand?”

The question lingered in the cool air, hanging between them like a heavy fog. Joohyun didn’t answer right away. It was something she had thought about countless times, something that haunted her every day. The fans—Red Velvet’s beloved ReVeluvs—had been with her through everything. They adored her and idolized her, but their love came with expectations. Expectations that she wasn’t sure she could meet if they knew the truth.

“I don’t know,” Joohyun admitted quietly. “Some of them might. But others… I don’t think they’d accept it. Not yet.”

Y/n nodded, her lips pressing into a thin line. “It’s scary, isn’t it? Loving someone and knowing that the world might not love them the way you do.”

Joohyun stopped walking, her breath catching in her throat at the raw honesty of Y/n’s words. She turned to face her, eyes searching Y/n’s face for any sign of fear or doubt. But Y/n wasn’t scared. She never was. Her gaze was steady and unwavering, and it made Joohyun feel both incredibly loved and deeply vulnerable.

“I hate that I can’t show you off,” Joohyun whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “You deserve so much more than this. More than me.”

Y/n frowned, stepping closer and taking Joohyun’s hand, despite the risk. “Don’t say that. I don’t want more. I want you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Joohyun’s chest tightened, and she squeezed Y/n’s hand, her grip almost desperate. “But it’s not fair. I wish I could tell the world how much I love you.”

Y/n smiled sadly, her thumb brushing over Joohyun’s knuckles. “You tell me every day. That’s enough.”

They stood there, in the middle of the quiet street, the world around them fading into the background. For a brief moment, it felt like time had stopped, like the universe had paused just for them. In this small bubble of stolen time, Joohyun allowed herself to imagine what it would be like if they didn’t have to hide. If she could post photos of them together, laugh openly in public, hold Y/n’s hand without fear of judgment. But the reality was never that simple.

Y/n stepped closer, her free hand cupping Joohyun’s cheek. “I know this is hard. But we’re not alone in this. We have each other, and that’s what matters.”

Joohyun closed her eyes, leaning into Y/n’s touch. “I just want to give you the world.”

“You already do,” Y/n whispered, her lips brushing softly against Joohyun’s. “Every day.”

The kiss was gentle, tender—filled with the weight of all the things they couldn’t say, all the things they longed to express but never could. It was a promise, a silent vow that no matter what happened, they would face it together.

When they pulled away, Y/n smiled, that easy, reassuring smile that always made Joohyun’s heart skip. “Come on,” she said, her voice lightening as she tugged on Joohyun’s hand. “Let’s go get some ice cream. It’s not like anyone’s going to recognize us at this hour.”

Joohyun laughed, the sound bubbling up from her chest as the tension between them dissolved. It was moments like these that made everything worth it—the quiet walks, the late-night talks, the secret kisses. Even though their love was hidden, it was theirs. And for now, that was enough.

As they walked down the dimly lit street, hand in hand and laughing like teenagers sneaking out past curfew, Joohyun felt a sense of peace settle over her. Maybe one day, they could live openly. Maybe one day, the world will understand.

But until then, they had these fleeting moments—moments where nothing else mattered but them.

And in those moments, Joohyun realized, they were free.

[rosiehrs]

YOU DON'T KNOW MY NAME # 38. blocked!

a/n - im so eepy and im on my ohone so ill fix fhis tmr but i js wabted fo uodate so fhat u fuys cld relax, here u fo enjoy!

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[twice-inamillion]

The Company

Interlude 1

Smut and Story Building 

1,185 Words

(A small timeskip. Will be introducing some new characters and imporant events) 

It’s been a couple of months since you and Jessica hooked up. The weekend was one of many nights that the two of you spent together. At first, she made the excuse of visiting IU and Taeyeon and would try to get a quick one before meeting them. You know her trick and obviously didn’t reject the offer. Instead, you made sure to pump a load or two before she left to meet her friends. 

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With two confirmed groups for the company, you took some time to get to know them without exposing your position as CEO. You came up with a false position as a trainer/staff to better know some of the trainees before their official debut. 

Your assistants were fine with the idea since it gave you a chance to be involved in their bi-weekly evaluation process, but not most felt that way. There were some staff that were a bit stressed by your presence by having the CEO breathing down their back. You assured them that they could act normally and that your focus was on the trainees.

After the first week, their stress disappeared due to how involved you were with the trainees. They enjoyed watching you become a backup dancer, even cheering you as you took off your shirt. 

“Wow, such a hot body!”

You turned around to catch the person who yelled that but only saw the girls holding their laugh. 

“Alright, let’s end this here. Good job, girls,” says one of the female trainers. 

You return to the seats and grab a towel to wipe yourself off. Through the large room-sized mirror, you see someone eyeing you, biting her lip as you dry your face. 

“Jennie unnie, let’s go. We need to head out and get to class,” says the girl next to her. The girls gather their bags and rush out the door. 

“CEO nim, sorry for the rude comment the girls made. I’ll talk to them later today,” says the female trainer.

“Don’t worry about it. They’re just being playful. No harm done.”

“Thank you for being so understanding.”

“Also, what's the girl’s name again?” pretending not to know her.

“Her name is Kim Jennie, aka Jennie.”

Later that day, while waiting in the cafeteria line, you get a feeling of someone eyeing you and notice it’s Jennie sitting across the room with four other girls. You grab your food, take your tray to an empty table, and begin eating. That feeling of someone watching you continues throughout lunch, even as you pass by them to return your tray. 

You change your outfit, return to your office, and pull up the group’s file:

Group A:

Kim, Jisoo

Kim, Jennie

Cho, Miyeon

Park, Chaeyoung 

Manobal, Lisa

Group B:

Irene

Kang Seulgi

Son Wendy

Park Joy

You look at Jennie’s file and see numerous comments stating that she has an ‘It girl” factor based on her looks, language, rapping skills, and stage presence. Many state they have hopes for her in the group. You look at her pictures and videos from her evaluations and can’t help but want to get to know her. After much thinking, you decide to make her your new toy as you close her file.

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You leave the practice room, walk towards the hallways, and see Irene. You stop, look through the window slot, and see her together with her future girl group. You watch as she stands in front of the group, plays the music, and gets into formation. 

“They’re good. Irene chose some good members.” 

You take out your phone and take a quick snap but forget to turn off the flash; Irene turns her head and sees your apologetic face. She runs to the door and opens it, yelling at you to go away. You run and turn the corner, laughing out loud as some of the staff members look at you with worried expressions, as they have never seen the CEO act this way. 

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Throughout the next week weeks, you notice Jennie throughout the company or calling you to move some furniture around when the rest of the members are not around, and you’re surprised by the way she talks to you so comfortably, “Oppa, can you move that over there? Is to heavy for me” as she pouts. “Sure, don’t worry about it” carrying some heavy boxes from one corner of the living room and into another. You tell yourself that you shouldn’t have played the staff role since you’ve been busy recently, but you can’t blow your cover, so instead, you suck it up for a bit longer. 

“Here, that’s it. Anything else?”

“No.” She comes close to you and touches your biceps, “You’re so strong, oppa. Do you work out a lot?”

“I do work out a bit here and there” as you flex your muscles. She claps and says, “Wow, does that mean you’re strong?”

You pick her front her waist with much ease, making her yelp from the surprise, and say, “Wait, what are you doing?” You spin her around once, then hear the door open and see the other four members enter the apartment. Immediately, you put her down, and the both of you pretend that nothing happened, but the girls see Jennie’s reaction and can’t help but laugh. 

“Alight, I’ll take my leave if there is nothing else for me to do.” 

“Jennie, don’t you want to say goodbye to oppa?”

Jennie turns red and covers her face from the teasing of her members as you exit their apartment. 

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You get a phone call and see that it's from Jessica. When you answer the phone, you can hear her upset, almost crying. “Jessica, what’s wrong?” There is a short silence and a cry until she finally speaks up, “Can you pick me up?” Worried you let her know that you’ll be there in a couple of minutes in front of her apartment. 

When you arrive, you see that she is waiting by the entrance of the building with a small suitcase and bag. She comes in a hurry, so you quickly open the door and load her items inside. You arrive at your apartment and settle her things down; you offer her something to drink as she sits on the couch. “Would you like something to drink?” She gives it some thought and eventually says, “I think I’ll go for a tea.” You’re surprised by her choice since she normally gets some wine whenever she visits. 

You hand over the drink and sit next to her, asking her what’s wrong and why she’s so upset. She breaks down and says repeatedly that it’s not fair. “What do you mean by it’s not fair? What happened?”

“The company and the girls are kicking me out of the group.” 

“What? Why?”

Jessica stands up and undoes her thick coat, revealing a small bump. In a panic, you say, “Are you…”

She nods and says, “Yes, I’m pregnant.”

[seullovesme]

may i kindly, respectfully, politely, reverently, demurely, mindfully, cutesy, request for some gf texts with sub irene to keep us sane? 😓 👉🏻👈🏻

gf texts w/ irene bae

of courseee 🫶 i only made a couple but i can always make more for you guys

[alcoholfreenayeon]

You and Irene have been dating for a while now but only have gone as far as making out because you wanted your take things slow and of course, she was ok with that. But, one day during a heated making out sessions where things started escalating further and Irene tried to pull away, you told her you were ready to take the next step with her which led to your first time together(soft smut please)

Eyes locked, hands locked

CW: Irene x gn!reader, fluff, soft smut, suggestive, nsfw

You take a deep breath as your eyes open, the lights blinding you immediately. You look around in confusion for a moment before you realize where you are. Stretching, you sit up, feeling a bit refreshed from your nap. You yawn and pick up your phone, scrolling through it for a minute before you get up and head to the kitchen where you hear the clattering of the utensils and find Irene there, mixing the batter of a cake.

“Baby”, you greet her, hugging her from behind and slump your head on her shoulder.

She giggles, “you are awake already? I was hoping to surprise you with a cake.”

“This is why you are so amazing. But why a cake all of a sudden?”, you ask squeezing her a little.

She then pulls away a little from you and frowns, “You forgot?”, she keeps frowning and sighs.

Your entire life flashes before your eyes, “No I didn’t, it’s….its the day”, you struggle while Irene stares at you blankly, “our anniverrr”, you notice her slight shake of the head, “-sery is obviously not today so it’s..your birthday-I’m just kidding, it’s…”, you rack your brains trying to remember what on earth could the occasion be.

Then Irene breaks down in laughter, “I was just teasing, I’m making the cake for fun silly”.

You sigh in relief and then stare at her in disbelief which only causes her to giggle more. “You’ll pay for that”

She smiles, “how”, she asks as she puts the batter in the baking tray and in the oven.

“With kisses. So many. I hope you have enough or else”, you try to look menacing but she just chuckles and pinches your cheeks.

“I guess only one way to find out”, she says, poking your nose and running off to the bedroom invitingly.

You follow her, trying not to smile and find her sitting on her bed, smiling and beckoning you to join her and you oblige.

Moments later you both are making out lovingly, both of your hands wandering aimlessly at each other’s body. You pull away from her lips and begin to kiss her neck. Gently biting to leave a mark and Irene whimpered and moaned as you did before pushing you away all of a sudden.

You look at her confused and she’s completely red. “W-wait,…what are you doing”, she asks not making eye contact.

You smile and sigh, “what do you think”.

“But….”, she cuts herself off and purses her lips, considering your words…looks up at you for a second and then jumps at you kissing you deeply and you both continue from where you left off.

Within a minute she’s on top of you, unwillingly to let your lips part while she runs her hands over your bare chest. She then yelps as you push her back and get on top of her again, her hands and legs wrapped around you tightly as you begin to show her a whole new world.

About 20 minutes later, somehow between all the panting and moaning, the two of you are interrupted by the alarm Irene had set for the cake. You sigh, hesitant to move away from between her legs.

“Hey….the ca-…the cake”, Irene pants out, her face sweating and flushed as she reaches down to tap your head.

You kiss your teeth and she chuckles, standing up shyly and shakily, covering herself with the blanket as she goes to switch the oven off. When she comes back, she sits on the edge of the bed nervously, pursing her lips and looking at you through her peripherals, not letting go of the blanket.

You smirk at her shyness, “what’s with the blanket baby?”.

She sighs and rolls her eyes dramatically, shifting away from you.

You chuckle and sit up behind her, wrapping your arms around her, “Feeling shy now?”

“Shut up…”, she says not looking at you. “You just…without any hesitation…making me feel that way.”, a slight pout on her flushed face as she glances at you.

“You taste amazing if that’s what you were-hey!”, you laugh as she interrupts you by turning around and pushing you over, climbing on top of you.

“And teasing me so much when it’s my first time. And then you wonder why I’m shy. I bet you would be a mess too if I did that to you.”, she blurts out impulsively but her voice quietening down with bc every word.

You bite your lips and grin, “if that’s a challenge I accept-wh-”, you get silenced as Irene shushes you her finger.

“Yes. That is a challenge. And if I can’t..well I’ll keep going till I can do that to you. So..”, she begins to sink lower, heading towards your waist, “be good and don’t make much noise or else I’ll have to”, she bites her lip, “or you know what, make whatever noise you like. I want to know I’m making you feel that way”.

And then the really long night for you began, not that you were even going to think of complaining…

[essentiallyleaf]

day 13. blindfold kink. with. irene.

446 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, blindfold kink(/fetish/is this even a thing?), sex toys(?), ass play (reader receiving), you are basically just the guy from the peek-a-boo mv, but in a fantasy setting, horror undertones, happy (or, spoopy?) friday the 13th, tags are hard.

notes.

just winging it at this point. improvisedly, leaf.

The last thing you see, before she positions herself behind the wooden chair you’re sitting on and tied to and removes her red top to knot it around your head as a blindfold, are Irene’s swamp green witch eyes. Green like the rage she has stored up for the people who banished her, or maybe green like the hope that tonight will be the start of a new life for her, and only because of you.

“There is one last ingredient that I need to gather from you, boy, and then my brew will be complete.” Not many ingredients she would need to strip you naked to get, you figure. “But where’s the fun in that?”

You shiver as you feel a razor’s blade slide down your cheekbone to your jaw, then as her sharp canines repeatedly bite around the side of your waist, and again as her warm, grease-covered digits wrap around your already erect length, all the sensations accentuated by your lack of vision.

“Not so fast, boy. We’ll need the purest specimen of your seed. And to get that,” you hear sounds of metallic objects dropping onto the thick walnut table, “we’ll follow a special procedure”

The witch opens your legs wider and drags your butt closer to the edge of the chair, then you feel a cold, wet sphere press against your puckered hole. You groan in pain, but no sound leaves your throat.

“Sorry, boy, I’d love to hear everything you want to say later, but right now, I just need my sample. So be nice and quick, and give me what I ask for”

You can only try your best to endure the pain in silence, as the orb is forced (your vision is impaired, so it doesn’t require a lot of focus for you to visualize it) deeper and deeper in your hole, seemingly not needing to be pushed by her fingers. When it reaches your prostate, you feel a surge of electricity propagate through your body. As the sphere starts massaging all around your sensitive spot, Irene’s hand envelops your erection once again, and with a couple swipes of her long, soft, oily digits along your shaft, you give her what she’s looking for. Buckets on buckets of white nectar are squeezed out of you only to be collected in a long, thin glass jar as you scream in silence from the still ongoing stimulation on your p-spot.

“Perfect, boy, now bear with me as I make the brew complete and initiate the ritual. You don’t mind attending to it from there, right? Worry not, for I’ll be back soon; so many more nights of ceremonies are awaiting us”

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footnotes.

i might be going insane. slowly, leaf.