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[iuchamjohta]

Sex Swinger Cruise Part 1 Ft Yuna and Jieun

6497 words

Tags: Foursome, bdsm, exhibitionist, mutual masturbation, anal , DP (Sort of), footjob, petplay, bi.

Didnt proof read this, enjoy, not sure how many parts I will write. but as always give comments likes or anything.

The soft glow of sunlight streamed through your curtains. With a groan, you roll over, reluctantly pulling yourself out of bed. “Fuck, my head hurts” The effects of yesterday hungover was still evident from the amount you drank. The world feels fuzzy as you shuffle to the kitchen, rubbing your eyes and battling the urge to crawl back under the covers.

You pour yourself a steaming cup of coffee, the rich aroma slowly waking up your senses. As you take your first sip, the warmth spreads through you, pushing back the grogginess just a bit. With your mug in hand, you plop down at your cluttered desk and open your laptop, the screen flickering to life.

As you scroll through your emails, half-heartedly scanning the usual promotional messages and updates, something catches your eye—a bright, official-looking email with a subject line that makes your heart race: “Exclusive Invitation: K-Pop Swingers Party!” It was classified as a top secret document that needed your work credentials to open. 

You blink twice, half-expecting it to disappear. But there it is, vivid and undeniable. Probably another fucking scam, you rolled your eyes. It seems too good to be true, a potential scam preying on hopeful fans. Just as you're about to close the email, something makes you pause. Your eyes scan down to the signature at the bottom, and your heart skips a beat: “Jieun.”

Jieun—the idol you’ve adored for years, the one whose music has accompanied you through countless moments of joy and sorrow. She signed off the invitation. Your skepticism melts away, replaced by a rush of excitement. This isn’t just any invitation; it’s a chance to be part of something extraordinary, possibly even a chance to meet her.

With your fingers trembling you quickly keyed your credentials opening the docuement. The email details an upcoming sex swinger party for selected K-pop groups in the 2024-2025 edition. The timeline outlined a week-long program filled with performances and offered an open invitation for select photographers to capture the festivities. 

The party is set to take place on one of the most luxurious cruise ships in the world, renowned for its luxurious amenities and breathtaking ocean views. Your fingers tremble as you scrolled, reading the instructions to bring your camera to capture exclusive footage of the event. 

As a junior photographer in the K-Pop industry, you’ve spent countless hours honing your craft, capturing shots as best as you could of celebrities. Though your work has garnered some attention online, you have always been rather under the radar. You were appreciative of this opportunity.

Further down, you notice a clause about confidentiality: “By accepting this invitation, you agree that all images taken during the event cannot be disclosed elsewhere without prior consent. Failure to comply will result in death.”

Your heart races as you realize you’ll need to sign your acceptance of these terms. “Death” you could understand the seriousness , as any leakage would destroy all of the idol's image. Without hesitation you signed the disclosure. 

The thought of being on a luxury cruise with your favorite idols feels surreal. Your mind races with possibilities: capturing candid shots of their candidness, documenting behind-the-scenes moments, and most importantly uncovering the true personalities behind their polished images, the true depravity hidden in them.

You feel your cock hardened against your boxers, as your mind drifts to your fantasies. 

After a moment of silence, you begin gathering your gear , carefully checking each lens and memory card making sure you had more than enough space to capture footage.

When the day finally arrives,you arrive at the designated port early and step aboard the luxury cruise ship after showing your invitation to the security.

The moment you enter, you’re struck by the beauty of the interior: elegant chandeliers hang from the ceilings and how spacious the whole ship actually is. You take a moment to soak it all in, your heart racing at the thought of what’s to come.

Remembering the schedule, you check your phone and see that the opening ceremony is about to begin. You decide to head to your room first to drop off your gear and freshen up. The corridors are lined with plush carpets, and as you make your way to your suite, you can’t help but admire the luxurious touches everywhere—marble accents, golden fixtures, and vibrant flowers that add a touch of warmth to the elegant design.

Once you reach your room, you unlock the door and step inside. The space is even more breathtaking than you imagined: a spacious layout with a large window offering a panoramic view of the ocean.  You quickly set your camera bag down and take a moment to breathe before assembling your full camera gear to capture the opening event. 

Doing a quick refresh, you check your reflection, ensuring you look both stylish and casual. You grab your camera and make your way back to the main deck where the opening ceremony is set to take place. 

The main deck was ridiculously spacious. A massive stage dominates the area, with many big screens around that would capture the stage shows.

You scan the crowd, your heart racing at the sight of some of the biggest names in K-pop gathered in one place. Members of G-IDLE are chatting cutely nearby, dressed in their skimpy summer outfits from klaxton.

You catch glimpses of IVE, effortlessly exuding confidence with their stylish outfits. Aespa is clustered together, each member looking stunning in cocktail dresses. Not too far off, you spot Red Velvet, their playful energy a stark contrast to the elegance around them. And there’s ITZY, radiating friendliness and charm as they greet fans and fellow idols. Tons of other people were here, some managers, some fans but mostly people you have not seen. 

Everywhere you look, the members are as beautiful as you imagined and you quickly snapped a few shorts. But amidst the excitement, you realize you haven’t seen Jieun anywhere. A slight twinge of disappointment hits you, but you quickly push it aside, focusing instead on the spectacle unfolding before you.

Suddenly, the lights dim, and a hush falls over the crowd. A sense of anticipation fills the air, and you grip your camera tightly, ready for what’s to come. Then, out of nowhere, a spotlight beams down onto the stage, illuminating the figure standing in its glow.

Your heart skips a beat as you finally spotted Jieun, looking absolutely radiant. Dressed in a stunning outfit that sparkles under the lights, she stands with grace and confidence, her smile brightening the entire deck. The crowd erupts into cheers, and you instinctively raise your camera, capturing the moment.

As the cheers of the crowd settle, Jieun steps forward to the microphone, her presence commanding the attention of everyone on deck. She beams at the audience, her energy infectious, and you can’t help but feel a rush of excitement.

“Hello, everyone! Welcome aboard our luxury cruise for what promises to be an unforgettable week!” she says, her voice filled with mischief. The crowd erupts in applause, and you quickly snap a few candid shots of her glowing with enthusiasm.

We have an incredible lineup of events planned for you, from exciting games and performances to meet-and-greets with your favourite artists,” she continues, her eyes sparkling with joy.

As she gestures toward the expansive deck, she explains the layout. “To your left, we have the pool area, perfect for relaxing and soaking up the sun. Over there, to the right, is the lounge where you can unwind and grab some refreshments. And don’t forget to check out the dining hall, where we’ll be serving delicious meals throughout our journey!”

Jieun’s smile widens as she continues her orientation. “Now, beyond the common areas, we have some exciting options for those of you looking for a more unique experience!”

She gestures toward the screen showcasing a series of beautifully decorated doors lining the corridor. “You can book private rooms for gatherings or even themed rooms tailored to specific fantasies!”

“ You can even request any type of additional toys and equipment and it will be delivered to your room. “ She gives a wink with that last remark.

Jieun’s eyes sparkle with excitement as she leans in closer to the microphone, as if sharing a secret. “Now, I have to let you in on a little secret: the most exciting themed rooms are located at the top few levels of the ship,” she says, and the audience leans forward in anticipation. 

“But there’s a catch!” she adds with a teasing smile. “Access to these exclusive rooms comes with earning your rights. How? You may ask.” 

With a playful glint in her eyes, Jieun clicks a button on the podium, and suddenly, a flurry of lights dances around the crowd. The crowd gasps as each of their guest’s access card illuminates and materializes a holographic display in mid-air.

“Welcome to your personalized adventure!” she announces.The holograms shimmer and shift, revealing each guest's unique access card. As you look closer, you see various levels displayed, each indicating the rights and privileges you’ve earned.

“Each card comes with specific missions you can complete throughout the week,” Jieun explains. “These missions range from fun challenges to interactive games, and completing them will unlock higher levels of access to the exclusive themed rooms at the top of the ship!” 

Your heart races as you see different missions pop up on your card. There were a range of tamed activities like “Capture a selfie with your favourite idol” “participate in the talent show” “Join a themed scavenger hunt” to things that were more explicit like “Pleasure 5 females” “paint someone’s face with your cum” “willingly serve an idol till they are satisfied” 

The list was endless and you can’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the possibilities. Jieun points to the holographic display. “The more you participate, the more rights you earn! Levels range from ‘Explorer’ to ‘VIP,’ with each level granting access to even more exclusive experiences. Who’s ready to level up?” Jieun added which enticed a roar from the crowd.

As the excitement of the opening ceremony swirls around you, you take a quick look at your holographic access card, which still hovers brightly in front of you. The word “Explorer” is emblazoned across the top, and below it, a clear breakdown of the different tiers unfolds.

Taking a quick summary, the break down was 

Explorer: Basic access to common areas and entry-level missions. Perfect for first-timers. 

Adventurer: Unlocks additional activities and some themed rooms with opportunities for one-on-one interactions

Trailblazer: Grants access to exclusive events and private closed events with idols. Can initiate private bookings with Idols

VIP: The highest level, providing full access to all themed rooms, private events, and special perks throughout the cruise.Can even call for idols below your tier to service you.

As you study your holographic access card, you notice something intriguing above the VIP level: there are additional tiers, but they are currently blocked, shrouded in mystery. The words “Exclusive Access” flash briefly before fading away, leaving you curious.

As you take a quick glance around the deck, you notice that many of the idols seem to be at the Trailblazer or even VIP levels. 

“Time to earn my stripes,” you murmur to yourself, tucking the holograph back into your pocket, ready to embrace whatever comes next.

Jieun pauses, looking around at the audience who were playing around with the holographic before her angelic voice captured the audience again. 

“Make sure you are always ready– you never know what surprises will come.”

You were curious how much all of this cost, probably a few millions and to find out that it is an annual event is rather shocking to you.  

As your thoughts wander off, Jieun steps back up to the microphone, her expression glowing with enthusiasm. “Alright, everyone! It’s time for the main event!” she announces, her voice ringing out over the deck.

The crowd erupts into cheers, the anticipation palpable as everyone shifts their focus to the stage. You can feel the energy crackling in the air, and you raise your camera, ready to capture the moment. With that, the lights dim and after a few minutes it comes on again.

Jieun has changed her outfit.  The petite singer with an angelic face, now exuded a dominant presence. 

She was every inch the sexual goddess, dressed in a black leather corset, fishnet stockings, and knee-high boots that emphasised her slender legs. Her long, cascaded over her shoulders, contrasting with her pale skin. IU held two leather leashes in her hands, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she surveyed the room.

Her eyes rested momentarily on your captivated gaze. With a playful wink she once again addresses the audience, her persona different now. Her stage presence is no joke as it commands the attention of every person in the room. 

“Welcome my naughty playmates. Tonight, I have a special treat for you all. But first, let me introduce my beautiful assistant, Yuna."

Yuna, a stunning redhead with an hourglass figure, stepped into the spotlight. She was already fully naked and the crowd's attention shifted to admire her body.

"Yuna here is a little shy," Jieun continued, "But I'm going to help her overcome her inhibitions. Aren't I, sweetheart?" Yuna nodded nervously, her eyes darting around the room, taking in the hungry stares of the audience.

As she spoke, the curtains behind parted , and a table was rolled into the centre of the stage. On it, a custom-made sybian rider stood tall, its sleek black surface glistening under the stage lights. This mechanical pleasure device was the centerpiece of the show, designed to bring intense orgasms to whoever rode it. Jieun approached the sybian, her steps graceful and confident.

With practiced ease, Jieun secured Yuna to the sybian rider, binding her wrists and ankles with soft silk ropes, ensuring she couldn't escape the impending pleasure. The crowd cheered as they witnessed the vulnerable position Yuna was in, completely at Jieun's mercy. Yuna’s nipples hardeend under the gaze of the eager crowd. 

Meanwhile you were capturing as many shots as you can as a treasure trove to keep. Your breath caught in your throat as you feast your eyes on Yuna's beauty. Her long red hair fell in waves over her shoulders, framing her flawless face. 

The curves of her body were accentuated by the binds to the sybian that forced her to arch backwards slightly pushing her chest forward. This position emphasised her full breasts and the swell of her hips. You could feel your raging erection already. 

Jieun circled the sybian, running her fingers along Yuna's bound body, teasing her captive. She leaned in close, whispering something in Yuna's ear that made the redhead's cheeks flush with desire. 

"Now, my dear Yuna, let's see how well you can handle this machine," Jieun purred, her fingers trailing along Yuna's inner thighs, making the redhead squirm. With a flick of a switch, the sybian rider came to life.

The machine started at a slow, gentle pace, its vibrations humming softly. Yuna's eyes fluttered shut, and a soft moan escaped her lips as the sensations began to build. IU stood by her side, stroking Yuna's hair, her touch both comforting and arousing.

As the sybian's intensity increased, Yuna's moans grew louder, filling the room with erotic music. Her hips began to move in rhythm with the machine, her body arching and undulating as the pleasure coursed through her. IU watched with satisfaction, her eyes gleaming with the power she held over her submissive partner. 

Clicking onto another control button, the Sybian’s dildo started thrusting upwards, pushing its way into Yuna’s cunt, making sloppy sounds as it entered.  

"Let's make this more interesting," Jieun announced to the crowd, her voice dripping with sensuality. "Who here has the skill to pleasure a goddess while I tend to my pet?"

Two men stepped forward from the audience, their eyes locked on IU with a mixture of desire and awe. One was tall and muscular, with dark hair, and the other was lean and tattooed. Both were eager to serve IU's pleasure.

Jieun attached the collar and leash she held in her hand to each of the men, and they obediently dropped to their knees. Undressing her black leather corset, she was now naked but with her boots and stockings still on , which made her even more sexy. 

Tugging on the leash, the dark-haired man was made to position himself behind Jieun. Jieun grinds her ass on his face as his tongue willingly traced circles around her tight asshole. Meanwhile the tattooed man dove between her legs, his mouth seeking her swollen clit.

The crowd roared with approval as Jieun let out a moan of pleasure, her body trembling under the skilled attention of her oral servants. She gripped the leashes tightly, controlling their movements as they pleasured her.

While Jieun savored the sensations, she never took her eyes off Yuna, who was now riding the sybian in her restricted room of motion. The redhead's body shook as she chased her orgasm, her cries filling the room. Jieun reached out, pinching Yuna's nipples between her fingers, twisting and pulling them gently, heightening her pleasure even further.

Yuna's breath came in gasps as she neared the edge of release. Jieun however knew exactly how to push her submissive to the brink, only to pull her back just before the climax. With a cruel smile, IU reduced the sybian's speed, denying Yuna the orgasm she so desperately craved.

"Please... let me cum," Yuna begged.

"Not yet, my pet. We're just getting started. Cant ruin the show now can we? " Jieun chuckled in response.

The men servicing Jieun were relentless in their efforts, their tonguesl were working in perfect harmony. IU's moans grew louder, her body shaking as she neared her own climax. She tugged on the leashes, urging her oral slaves to give her more, to drive her to the edge.

As Jieun's orgasm built, so did Yuna's. The sybian's vibrations increased once more, and Jieun released Yuna's nipples, moving her hands down to her sensitive pussy. She plunged two fingers deep inside Yuna's wetness alongside the dildo, finding her G-spot and massaging it with expert precision and stretching her fully. 

Yuna's body trembled uncontrollably, her eyes rolling back as the pleasure became almost unbearable. She screamed, her voice raw and primal, as she could no longer hold her orgasm which finally exploded within her. Her pussy clenched around Jieun's fingers, and she squirted, her juices gushing onto the stage, splashing the front row of the audience.

The crowd went wild, cheering and whistling as Yuna's orgasmic convulsions continued. Jieun, still being pleasured by her devoted men, watched with satisfaction as her submissive's body shook and quivered.

Jieun’s own release was building, her breath coming in short gasps. She tugged on the leashes, signaling her slaves to increase their efforts. The dark-haired man drove his tongue deep into IU's ass , swirling his tongue to taste every inch of her walls. Meanwhile the tattooed man sucked on her clit, and thrusted two fingers into her throbbing cunt, bringing her to the brink.

"Yes... yes... YES!" Jieun cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her like a wave. Her juices flowed, coating the faces of her devoted servants as they continued to pleasure her through her climax.

“Naughty girl, cumming without my permission” Jieun coming back to her senses and flicked the switch to increase the sybian speed once again

The sybian's relentless rhythm continued to pulsate through Yuna's body, the dildo thrusting deep into her wet pussy, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. 

Jieun, the insatiable singer, stood before the crowd , her eyes gleaming with lust. With a firm grip on the leashes, she commanded the two men who had been worshipping her body, "Serve Yuna now”

Obediently, the men redirected their attention to the bound redhead. The dark hair man stepped forward, his cock throbbing eagerly. Jieun guided him to Yuna's luscious ass, spreading her cheeks with her delicate fingers exposing her delicate rosebud hidden beneath the valleys. 

"Take her here instead," she instructed

The man positioned himself behind Yuna, his cockhead pressing against her tight asshole. With a gentle push, he entered her, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Yuna's lips. It was tough to push through given how tight it was and he stayed in that position for a moment to give Yuna time to adjust. 

Simultaneously, the other tattooed man, approached Yuna's face, his cock already glistening with pre-cum. Jieun urged him forward, and he plunged his throbbing length into Yuna's waiting mouth. Yuna's eyes rolled back as she accommodated the thick shaft, her lips sliding along the veiny surface. The tatooed man held her head firmly, thrusting his hips in a steady rhythm, face fucking the bound beauty.

Jieun, ever the exhibitionist, couldn't resist joining the erotic display. She stepped closer to Yuna, her fingers trailing along the redhead's sweat-glistening body. With a playful smirk, IU spanked Yuna's ass, the sound echoing through the room, causing the audience to gasp in delight. "Such a good girl," IU purred, her hand moving to her own pussy, stroking her clit as she watched the men use Yuna's body.

The men's movements became more frantic as they neared their climax. The dark-haired man fucking her ass was well adjusted and had began increasing the speed of his thrust as well, plunging deep into her tight ass. Yuna's body trembled, her pussy clenching around the sybian's dildo, her ass tightening around the dark-haired man's cock. She was being airtight filled and every thrust of both men only pushed her deeper into the other’s cock.

Sensing their impending release, Jieun dropped to her knees, tugging at the men's cocks, urging them to empty their loads. The dark-haired man groaned, his hips thrusting wildly as he filled Yuna's ass with his hot cum. Simultaneously, the tattooed pulled out of Yuna's mouth, his cock pulsating as Jieun stroked him with expert hands. He aimed his throbbing head at Jieun's mouth, and with a final stroke, he exploded, his cum shooting onto Jieun's tongue. 

Jieun savored the taste of his release, her eyes closing in pleasure. She swallowed, then opened her eyes, meeting Yuna's gaze. With a mischievous smile, she dove into Yuna’s asshole and ate the cum right out of it, cleaning her completely. 

Then moving up, she leaned forward and kissed Yuna, their lips locking in a passionate embrace. The crowd roared as they witnessed the cum swap, the women’s tongues intertwining sharing the essence of the male slaves. 

Pulling away, Jieun untied Yuna from the sybian helping her weakened body off it. The crowd applauded at the incredible performance. 

‘"That was incredible," Yuna breathed, her eyes fixed on Jieun's petite frame. "I've never been used like that before." IU grinned, her fingers trailing along Yuna's collarbone. "You were amazing, my dear.” 

“Can I return the favour unnie” Yuna pleaded looking at Jieun with her big puppy eyes.  

“What do you have in mind?” Without answering with her words, Yuna stepped closer, her hands roamed over Jieun full breast, before taking one of the hardened buds into her mouth , eagerly sucking on them, eliciting a moan from Jieun. 

“I want to taste you Unnie” With that she guided Jieun onto the table and pushed her thighs apart as she knelt down so that her face was on eye level with IU’s pussy. 

Yuna’s fingers dove into the wet folds, eliciting another sharp moan from the petite girl. Soon her tongue replaced her fingers lapping eagerly at Jieun’s swollen clit. Throughout the whole session, Yuna's pleasure was prioritised and she wanted to pay back her Unnie well. 

Yuna’s tongue was so good that Jieun began thrusting her hips forward to meet Yuna’s mouth, her hands gripping scratching the table surface as Yuna continued to lap eagerly to drive her towards the edge. The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure��Jieun’s moans and Yuna's soft, wet noises as she devoured her partner.

As Jieun’s orgams built, Yuna mischievously inserted a finger into her tight asshole , causing the sexual goddess to cry out.

“Oh , Yuna! Yes, just like that” 

Jieun's body convulsed, her pussy clenching around Yuna's tongue as she came, her juices flowing freely.

Yuna continued to lap at Jieun's sensitive clit, prolonging her pleasure. When Jieun finally collapsed, her body trembling, Yuna crawled up her length, their bodies aligning. 

“You’re so beautiful” Yuna whispered, her lips finding Jieun again in another passionate kiss. 

With that the curtains closed on the stage. As the curtains closed, the audience erupted into applause, their cheers echoing through the venue. You check your camera footage which had now been switched to video mode and it was a good 30 minutes of crazy footage. You were satisfied and couldn't wait to review them.

When Jieun reappeared she was dressed in a tight white dress. She clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Let the party begin!" Her excitement was infectious, and soon everyone was buzzing with energy. Friends gathered, laughter filled the air, and people were downing drinks. You see couples moving off to their own rooms and some idols picking up some men here and there. It was too much to keep track of everything.

As you sip on your drink, your eyes wander across the room, taking in the lavish decorations and the beautiful people. You were wondering where to start when you spotted Jieun, your favourite idol. She's standing by the buffet table, her slender legs accentuated by a tight fitting dress. You can't help but notice her, and your gaze lingers a little too long.

Unbeknownst to you, Jieun has caught you staring, and a mischievous smile plays on her lips. She finishes her conversation with a group of admirers and begins to make her way through the crowd, heading straight in your direction. Your heart races as she approaches, her hips swaying gracefully with each step.

"You've been staring at me all night, even when I'm on stage" she purrs.

“Who would not, Jieun you are fucking gorgeous” you instinctively replied. 

 “Time to get better acquainted then” Before you can respond, she takes your hand, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body. You allow yourself to be led away, your desire overwhelming any resistance. IU guides you through a side door, away from the bustling party to the front of a secret elevator.

As Jieun reached into her pocket, she pulled out an eye-catching access card, black and gold. The words "Queen Card" were elegantly embossed on it. She smiled, holding it up playfully. “Looks like I’ve got the royal treatment,” she teased, winking at you. With a flick of her wrist, she swiped the card at the elevator and pressed the top floor. 

“Top floor” damn you wondered what kind of privileges Jieun had. The elevator door opened to reveal an exclusive lounge filled with plush seating and ambient lighting. “Welcome to my kingdom,” she said, stepping inside. 

The room is expansive, with high ceilings adorned with intricate chandeliers that cast a warm, golden glow. Plush, deep-colored sofas are arranged invitingly around a sleek, modern coffee table, and rich tapestries hang on the walls, adding an air of elegance. 

In one corner, there’s a small bar area stocked with an array of top-shelf liquors, colourful glassware catching the light. In another corner of the room, a sleek, large-screen monitor is mounted discreetly. As you admire the space, Jieun casually gestures toward it, and with a soft beep, the monitor glides down effortlessly from the ceiling, filling the wall with a crisp, vibrant display. 

You noticed nobody else was here and remembered that even within VIP , when you had clicked on it earlier you were unable to view further information and only showed you restricted access. Queencard was definitely not one of those tiers.

“Let’s review some of the footage you captured shall we?” As you stand beside her you could only produce a nod still captivated by her beauty. She was a vision of perfection and you did not fully process what she meant until you subconsciously took out the SD card and handed it over to her.

“Wait what” You snapped back to reality, you were amused at how much control this woman had over you. 

Jieun's fingers dance across the remote control, and the large screen in the room flickers to life. The footage is crystal clear, a close-up of her naked body, writhing in ecstasy. 

The footage shows that most of the focus of the entire video was on her even when Yuna was being pleasured by the two men. You were embarrassed having failed at your professionality and letting your biasness shaped your filming. 

As the video plays, you witness IU's hands gliding over her own body, her fingers teasing her nipples, causing them to harden. Her moans fill the room, soft and breathy, as she touches herself, building up the tension.

Your eyes are glued to the screen, and alternated between her and the screen watching her every move. You see IU's hand disappear between her thighs, and she begins to rub her pussy lips slowly, her fingers dipping into her wetness. The sight of her masturbating is incredibly arousing, and you feel your cock twitch in response. You reach down and start stroking yourself, unable to resist the urge to touch your hardening length.

IU notices your action and lets out a soft, sultry laugh. "Oh, baby, you like what you see?"

"Go ahead, stroke that cock for me. But remember, I'm in control tonight."

You continue to pleasure yourself, your strokes becoming more urgent as the video progresses. IU's fingers work their magic on her clit, and she arches her back, her moans growing louder. She's a vision of pleasure, and you desperately want to join her.

"I bet you want to fuck me, don't you?" She teases, her eyes never leaving the screen. "You want to pound this tight pussy of mine. But not yet, you have to earn your rights to the VIP tier first” 

With those words, she pauses the video, leaving the image of her fingers buried deep in her pussy imprinted on the screen. IU turns to you, her eyes sparkling with lust. She takes your hand and places it on her waist, guiding it lower until your fingers brush against the soft skin of her inner thigh.

"Start here," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear. "Worship my legs, kiss and lick every inch of them. Make me feel your devotion."

You kneel before her, your cock throbbing as you gaze up at her beautiful face. Her legs are toned and smooth, a perfect canvas for your worship. You start by gently kissing the sensitive skin behind her knees, feeling her muscles quiver under your touch. Slowly, you work your way up, kissing and sucking on her inner thighs, leaving a trail of wetness with your mouth. Slowly, you work your way up, kissing and sucking on her inner thighs, leaving a trail of wetness with your mouth.

Jieun’s breath becomes ragged as your lips get closer to her core. She pulls away and sticks out her perfect feet , giving you a full view of them. Her toes are slender and delicate. 

"Suck my toes," she instructs, her voice husky with desire. "Show me how much you've been craving this."

You lean forward, your mouth watering at the prospect. You take her big toe between your lips, sucking gently at first, then with increasing fervor. Her taste—had a unique flavor which sends shivers of pleasure through you. You move to the next toe, lavishing attention on each one, savoring the feel of her against your tongue.

IU lets out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as she enjoys the sensations. "That's it... suck them clean," she encourages, her breath coming in short gasps.

You obey eagerly, taking each toe into your mouth, using your tongue to clean her and leaving them glistening with your saliva. Your hands roam up her calves, squeezing the firm muscle there, as you continue to worship her feet.

Moving lower, you go to her soles. Sliding your tongue along the smooth arch of her foot, relishing the taste of her skin. You work your way to the heel, paying attention to every inch, until her entire foot is glistening with your devotion. 

“That's it, you're doing so well," she praises, running her fingers through your hair. Pulling you higher up through your hair, Your tongue finally reaches the junction where her thigh meets her pussy. You pause as if waiting for permission.

“Go ahead you have earned the right to taste me” 

You can't resist dipping your tongue into her warm, wet folds. Jieun tastes like heaven, her juices flowing freely as you tease her clit with gentle flicks of your tongue. She bucks her hips, pushing her pussy into your face, seeking more pleasure.

"Oh fuck, yes! Eat me, baby," she cries out, her hands gripping your hair, urging you closer.

You feast on her, lapping up her sweetness, exploring every crease and crevice of her pussy. IU's moans fill the room, a mixture of pleasure and desperation. Her legs tremble as she teeters on the edge of orgasm, and she pulls you closer, grinding her pussy against your mouth.

"I'm gonna cum... oh god, I'm cumming!" she shouts, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Her orgasm hits like a wave, and you feel her juices flow over your tongue, a sweet reward for your devotion. IU collapses against you, her body trembling as the pleasure subsides. She smiles down at you, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

"That was incredible," she breathes, stroking your hair. “I have another treat for you” 

Jieun shoves you through your chest down onto the floor and straddles your laps. Then she hovers over your face, her bare pussy hovering just above your mouth. Instead she moves forward more and plants her ass onto your face. 

"Now, it's time for you to taste my ass,"

Your tongue extending to lick at her tight, pink hole. IU gasps at the contact, her body trembling with anticipation. You explore her forbidden entrance, circling your tongue around her anus, tasting her saltiness. She rocks her hips, encouraging you to delve deeper.

"Yes, just like that," she moans, her head thrown back in pleasure. "I want to feel your tongue inside me."

You oblige, pushing your tongue past the tight ring of muscle, penetrating her depths. IU cries out, her hands gripping the couch cushions as you rim her with abandon. Her ass is tight and warm, clenching around your tongue, driving her wild with desire.

"Fuck, yes! I love it," she exclaims, her body moving in rhythm with your licks.

“Now, i think it's time for the main event” With her ass stick planted down on your face, she shifted her position a little to find a balance so that her feet are now hovering over your throbbing cock. This position shifts her centre of gravity to her ass smothering you further with it.

"I'm going to give you the foot job of your dreams," she teases, running her soles up and down your length, making you twitch and leak pre-cum.

She takes one foot and wraps it around your shaft, her toes curling to hold you in place. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, she begins to stroke you, using her foot to glide up and down, her toes brushing against your sensitive glans.

"Oh fuck, that's amazing," a muffled groan was heard, your hands clutching at her ass cheeks to balance her and to also anchor yourself as she drives you wild but mainly so you wouldn’t suffocate.

Jieun switches feet, using the other to stroke you, her toes massaging and teasing your sensitive skin. Her feet are soft and warm, and the sensation of her soles sliding over your cock is unlike anything you've ever experienced.

Jieun giggles, the sound sending a thrill through your body. "You like that, huh? Wait till you feel this."

Putting both of her feet together , she creates a small pocket between her holes. Plating your cock in between she begins to move her feet again, stroking your cock with long, slow motions. The combination of her feet on your sensitive flesh and her moans of pleasure is too much to bear. 

"I'm gonna cum!" you warn her, your voice muffled by her ass still 

"Not yet," she teases, quickening the pace. "I want you to hold on... I want to feel your hot cum all over my feet."

You grit your teeth, trying to delay the inevitable as she continues to stroke you with her feet, her toes curling and uncurling around your tip whenever she reaches the top. But the sensation is too intense, and with a loud groan, you surrender to the pleasure.

Jieun lets out a triumphant laugh as your cum erupts, coating her feet with your release. She rubs your cum into her skin, massaging it between her toes. IU lifted herself off you, giving you room to finally breathe.

“That was incredible” you breathe, your body tingling with post-orgasmic bliss.

Leaning forward, she uses her fingers to scoop some of the cum from her feet and brings it to her mouth savouring it while staring at you , giving you a playful wink. I’m glad you enjoyed it,You are pretty good yourself.”

You stare at her beauty , just enjoying the moment. 

“You get to fuck me once you get to VIP tier” She breaks the silence before leaning towards you closing the gap and reaching into your pocket to pull out your own access card. Tapping her queen card on yours, a notification pops up immediately on your holographics stating “Adventurer tier unlocked”

“A little gift for you, enjoy yourself and see you soon.”

Gathering all your stuff you navigate your way back to your room and crash onto the bed exhausted but with a goal in mind tommorrow. Suddenly a notification pops up on your holographic card.  It’s a selfie of Jieun, with her exorbitant beauty. The caption reads, “Check your pocket!” Attached to the end of a message was a file. 

Curious you reached into your pocket and noticed it was her black laced thong she was wearing in the opening ceremony. She had managed to slip them into your pocket when she had reached for your access card.

“Have fun with the video too!” The message at the end read.

Opening the file, apparently Jieun had recorded the whole session with you. Playing it, you started wrapping her black thong around your shaft and stroking it, imagining it was her stroking you. You were now more determined than ever to climb your way through and give her a night she will never forget , but for now it has been a fruitful first day and you drifted slowly off to sleep. 

To be continued....

Enjoy lads! Comments are always appreciated. On the side note the 1k special fic is ready will release it soon. Cheers as always for req/commission check the masterlist for info.

[faebled-stories]

Beneath Her Empire

Soloist IU (Lee Jieun) x Male reader

17.8k words

AN: Today is a CEO Double Header. First, it was Kinkvember with Miyeon, and now… it’s IU! 🎉

As promised, here’s the surprise I teased earlier to celebrate hitting 1K on one of my stories. Thank you all so much for your support—it means the world to me! I hope you enjoy this special treat. 💖

Happy reading! 😊

Jieun was a powerhouse. Her name commanded respect across industries, her reputation a flawless blend of ruthlessness and precision. In the sprawling glass tower that bore the insignia of her empire, her presence was omnipresent—etched into every polished surface, woven into every hushed whisper that echoed through the hallways. Her heels clicked against the marble floors like the tick of a clock, each step a deliberate reminder of the relentless drive that had built her kingdom brick by uncompromising brick.

The building itself mirrored her persona: a towering, modern monolith of steel and glass that loomed over the city like a sentinel. Inside, the air was sharp with the faint scent of expensive coffee and ozone from constantly running air purifiers. Every detail had been meticulously curated to exude authority and power—chrome fixtures that gleamed under sterile, white lights; floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of a city that bent to her will; and sleek, minimalist décor that refused to accommodate frivolity.

Her office was the crown jewel. It was a shrine to control and dominance: walls lined with perfectly organized bookshelves, black leather seating that offered no comfort, and a custom mahogany desk that seemed more like a throne than a workspace. It was a space that demanded deference from anyone who entered. The city stretched endlessly beyond her glass walls, sprawling out like a kingdom laid bare before its queen. To stand inside her domain was to feel dwarfed, insignificant—a single note in the cacophony of her power.

Everyone under her command scrambled to meet her impossible standards. Emails, reports, presentations—each was a gauntlet of scrutiny. A single misplaced decimal or poorly chosen word could summon her icy disdain, her criticism cutting and precise enough to leave even the most seasoned executives reeling. Entire departments moved like clockwork, their precision fueled by the fear of falling short of her expectations.

But amidst this kingdom of submission, one anomaly existed: you. Her assistant. The enigma.

Where others flinched under her cutting words or broke under the weight of her relentless demands, you remained unshakable. Orders that would send lesser employees into a tailspin were met with swift execution, often completed before she could even voice them fully. “Rewrite this report by midnight” or “Fix this mess before the meeting in an hour” were challenges you dispatched with quiet efficiency.

Her sharpest critiques, the verbal scalpel she wielded so effortlessly, glanced off you as though they were mere observations. Your calm unnerved her. It was maddening.

“You didn’t even flinch,” she remarked one late evening, the office silent save for the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint murmur of the city beyond. Her voice was velvet wrapped around steel, her gaze sharp as a knife as she leaned against her desk. The air between you crackled with tension. “Do you enjoy being impenetrable, or is it just your nature?”

You didn’t pause, your fingers moving fluidly across the keyboard as you adjusted her schedule. “I enjoy doing my job well,” you replied evenly, your tone polite yet distant, as though her words were just another task to process and file away.

Her jaw tightened. That calm—that maddening, unflinching calm—gnawed at her. Others stumbled, fumbled, groveled, but you… you stood like a mirror, reflecting her intensity without wavering. And she hated it—or so she told herself.

Because in truth, you fascinated her.

Her empire was built on control. Control over her competitors, her boardrooms, her subordinates. Every variable in her world bent to her will—except you. She couldn’t manipulate you. Couldn’t predict you. And that made you dangerous in a way no hostile takeover or market disruption ever had.

As she watched you work, her gaze softened despite herself. The glow of your computer screen cast a subtle light across your face, and for the first time, she noticed the details she’d overlooked: the faint shadow of your lashes against your cheek, the subtle curve of your lips as you focused, the quiet strength in the way your fingers moved with precision over the keys.

Her chest tightened. The sharp edges of her thoughts dulled into something unfamiliar, unsettling. You weren’t just efficient; you were graceful. And that grace, that quiet defiance of her expectations, made her pulse quicken in a way no competitor or hostile boardroom ever had.

“Is there anything else?” you asked, breaking the silence as you looked up, meeting her gaze. Your voice was steady, even, but there was something in your eyes—an unreadable flicker that made her breath hitch.

She straightened, brushing the moment aside like a stray thread. “That report for tomorrow’s investor meeting—have you double-checked the figures?”

“Triple-checked,” you replied without missing a beat. “It’s already in your inbox.”

For a moment, she felt the faintest flicker of satisfaction. But it wasn’t just your competence that stirred something inside her—it was the unspoken challenge. The quiet question that seemed to linger between every interaction: What will it take to crack you?

She didn’t just want your skill. She wanted your vulnerability. Wanted to see what lay beneath that impenetrable calm. And it terrified her as much as it intrigued her.

The office settled into silence again, the tension lingering like an unanswered question. Beyond the glass, the city pulsed with life, a sprawling testament to her dominance. But inside these walls, her thoughts were consumed by the one thing she couldn’t conquer.

You.

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The next day began like any other. You delivered her morning coffee—black, two sugars—and placed a stack of meticulously organized reports on her desk. The room was pristine, her fortress of control reflected in every gleaming surface, the faint hum of the air conditioning blending with the rhythmic clicks of her pen. Each detail in her office was an extension of her, an embodiment of her ruthless precision: the stark black-and-white palette, the pens aligned perfectly parallel, the faint scent of jasmine and amber that lingered in the air. Yet, despite the perfection, the tension was undeniable—thick and unspoken, crackling faintly like a distant storm.

Jieun glanced at the clock, her expression neutral, though the subtle tightening of her jaw betrayed her simmering irritation. Her fingers wrapped around the porcelain mug with just a touch more force than necessary, her knuckles whitening against the delicate surface. “You’re late,” she said, her tone clipped and precise, her eyes darting toward you briefly before returning to the reports. But you knew better—she wasn’t irritated by the time; she was irritated by you.

“Three minutes early,” you corrected, your voice smooth and calm, as unruffled as still water. The slight inflection, the subtle edge, carried a quiet defiance that danced on the line between professionalism and provocation.

Her fingers tightened further around the mug, her irritation bubbling beneath the surface. She looked up at you, her gaze sharp as a blade. “Cheeky, aren’t you?” she said, her voice dropping lower, almost a growl. “Maybe I should assign you an extra project—something to keep that sharp mouth of yours busy.”

You didn’t flinch, didn’t waver. Instead, you met her gaze with the faintest flicker of a smirk—a silent challenge that made her pulse stutter, though she would never admit it. “I’m here to do whatever you need, ma’am.”

The words hung in the air, thick with an unspoken tension that neither of you acknowledged but both felt acutely. Her cheeks flushed faintly, a delicate bloom of color that she was quick to disguise by turning her attention back to the reports in front of her. She shuffled the papers with unnecessary force, the soft rustle filling the silence as though to drown out her own thoughts. But you saw through her; you always did. She wasn’t fooling anyone—least of all herself.

Her voice came sharper now, as though trying to reassert control. “Close the door.”

The soft click of the door shutting seemed louder in the stillness of the room, the final note of an unspoken symphony of tension. When you turned back, she was leaning against her desk, her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed. The faint gleam of the cityscape beyond her glass walls illuminated her features, casting a subtle glow that softened her otherwise hard expression. Yet there was something different about her—an almost imperceptible crack in her icy composure, a vulnerability she fought to keep buried.

“Do you enjoy being so… untouchable?” she asked, her tone sharp, her words biting, but beneath them was something else entirely. Curiosity? Longing? You couldn’t quite place it, but it was there, glinting faintly in her eyes.

“Untouchable?” you echoed, stepping closer, the faint scent of her perfume reaching you—a rich, heady blend of jasmine and amber that seemed to fill the space between you. “I wouldn’t say that.”

Her lips parted slightly, as though she wanted to respond, but the words faltered. Instead, she clenched her jaw, frustration mounting like a rising tide. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?” she snapped, her voice sharper now, laced with irritation and something else—something she couldn’t name. “Always so composed. So… perfect.”

You moved closer still, your steps deliberate, your presence filling the space between you. Her back straightened instinctively, her breath catching, though she didn’t move away. Her chest rose and fell in uneven rhythms, the subtle crack in her control widening.

“You’re the one always testing me,” you said softly, your tone steady, as calm as the eye of a storm. “Are you upset that I pass every time?”

Her hand twitched at her side, her knuckles brushing the edge of the desk as though seeking stability. For a moment, she looked ready to retort, her lips parting as sharp words formed on her tongue. But when you leaned in, the heat of your body brushing against hers without touching, she froze. The air between you grew heavy, charged with an electricity that seemed to hum in the silence.

“You think you can—” she began, her voice strained, caught somewhere between anger and uncertainty.

“I know I can,” you interrupted smoothly, your tone firm but calm, your words like a scalpel cutting through her defenses. Her eyes widened slightly, her breath hitching as you continued. “But let’s not pretend you’re helpless here. If you really want me gone, fire me.”

The suggestion landed like a challenge, and her breath faltered. For a split second, her composure cracked, her expression flickering between control and something raw, something vulnerable. “You think I won’t?” she shot back, her voice sharp but unsteady, her tone betraying her hesitation.

You tilted your head, studying her intently, your gaze unyielding. “Go ahead,” you said softly, your voice even but weighted. “But we both know that’s not what you want.”

Her back hit the edge of the desk as you stepped forward, your proximity dissolving the last remnants of her icy veneer. Her breaths came quicker now, the faintest quiver in her chest betraying her. “You’re insufferable,” she said, her voice trembling slightly, the words lacking their usual bite.

“And yet,” you countered, a faint smile tugging at your lips, your voice carrying quiet amusement, “you’re still here.”

Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk tightly, her knuckles whitening as though bracing against the weight of her own emotions. “Don’t flatter yourself,” she muttered, but even as she spoke, the quiver in her voice betrayed her, her gaze locked on yours as the tension between you reached a breaking point.

“You’re enjoying this,” you observed, your voice low and deliberate, like the steady tide lapping against her crumbling walls.

“I’m not,” she shot back quickly, her tone defensive, but the hitch in her breath and the faint flush creeping down her neck betrayed her.

You stepped closer, your presence overwhelming in the otherwise silent office. The warm scent of her jasmine and amber perfume mingled with the tension in the air as you leaned in, your lips stopping just a breath away from her ear. “Prove it,” you murmured, the words carrying the weight of both a command and a dare. “Lift your skirt.”

Her entire body went rigid, her sharp eyes narrowing as they locked onto yours. “Excuse me?” she demanded, her voice sharp and biting, though the faint waver beneath her words spoke of the battle raging within her.

“You heard me,” you replied, your voice calm but unyielding, the suggestion hanging in the air like a challenge she couldn’t ignore. “Unless, of course, you’re too scared.”

Her cheeks flamed, indignation and something deeper flashing across her expression. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she stared you down, her grip tightening on the edge of the desk behind her. For a moment, you thought she might unleash her infamous temper, driving you back with the full force of her authority. But then, after a tense pause, her breathing grew uneven. Slowly, reluctantly, her hands moved to the hem of her skirt. Her fingers trembled as she lifted it just enough to reveal the delicate lace of her panties.

A soft, almost inaudible chuckle escaped your lips, and her head snapped up, her glare fierce, though tinged with embarrassment. “What’s so funny?” she demanded, her voice shaking but still defiant.

“How easy that was,” you said, your tone a blend of mockery and quiet satisfaction. “For all your resistance, look where we are.”

Her glare burned brighter, her defiance a flickering flame against the onslaught of her own body’s betrayal. She tried to steel herself, but her knees quivered, and her breaths came faster, shallower. The flush creeping down her neck deepened, and her lips parted as if to retort, but the words never came.

You leaned in closer then, your face mere inches from hers, so close that she could feel the warmth of your breath against her skin. Her eyes fluttered shut, and for a moment, her lips parted slightly, tilting toward yours in unconscious surrender, her body leaning forward as if seeking what she swore she didn’t want.

But you didn’t give her what she was hoping for. Instead, your hand moved deliberately, brushing over the damp fabric of her panties, the heat radiating through them impossible to miss. Her body jolted slightly at the touch, her breath catching audibly, a strangled gasp escaping her lips.

You withdrew your fingers, holding them between you both as you met her gaze. “Here,” you murmured, pressing your fingers lightly to her lips. “Taste what you’re feeling right now.”

Her eyes widened in shock, her lips parting instinctively as she stared at you, her expression a tumultuous mix of humiliation, arousal, and disbelief. Her body didn’t pull away, though. If anything, she froze, caught in the intensity of the moment.

“You’re losing control, Jieun,” you whispered, your tone steady, a quiet dominance threading through every word. “But don’t worry. I won’t take it all from you… not yet.”

Her response was immediate and raw—a sharp, trembling inhale as your words sent another wave of tension through her. Her hands curled into fists at her sides, the edges of her nails pressing into her palms as she fought to hold on to the frayed edges of her composure.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this,” you said, your voice calm, almost soothing, but heavy with authority as your hand returned to her waist, your grip firm but unhurried.

Her eyes flashed with defiance, even as her body betrayed her again—her breathing was shallow now, her chest rising and falling in uneven rhythms. “You’re insufferable,” she spat, though the tremor in her voice softened the bite of her words. “This—whatever you think this is—ends now.”

You tilted your head, studying her, your gaze steady and unyielding. “Then stop me,” you said softly, the calm power in your tone making her breath hitch again. “Push me away. Tell me to leave.”

Her lips parted, sharp words poised to cut, but they never left her tongue. Instead, silence filled the space between you, heavy and charged. The flush deepened in her cheeks, and her fingers twitched as though to shove you, but her hands hovered with uncertainty, suspended near your chest.

“Exactly,” you said, a faint smirk tugging at your lips. “You don’t want me to stop.”

Her body tensed, her jaw tightening as though she were bracing herself for a fight she wasn’t sure she could win. “You’re so full of yourself,” she muttered, but the quiver in her voice betrayed her growing surrender.

“And you’re trembling again,” you replied smoothly, leaning closer, letting your breath tickle her ear. “Admit it.”

“I’m not—” Her protest dissolved into a strangled moan as your other hand moved lower, tracing the line of her hips before stopping just short of where she wanted you most. The shift in her stance, the faint quiver in her knees—every reaction spoke louder than words.

“You’re so tense,” you murmured, your tone teasing, as your fingers ghosted over her inner thigh. “Always in control. Always the one calling the shots. How does it feel to let someone else take over for once?”

Her jaw clenched, and for a moment, she looked as though she might fight back. But when your hand pressed closer, her body melted into something softer, more pliant. “This isn’t…” she started, her voice cracking slightly before trailing off into a strangled moan as your fingers finally brushed against the damp lace again, teasing with deliberate slowness.

You chuckled softly, the sound low and deliberate. “That’s all it took?” you teased, each word cutting through the haze between you both. “For all your fire, all your resistance…”

Her glare flickered weakly, but it was drowned out by the way her body leaned instinctively into your touch. Her breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps, and her hands gripped the desk behind her as though it were the only thing keeping her grounded.

“Look at you,” you said, your voice laced with quiet amusement, your fingers moving deliberately slow, drawing shivers from her with every teasing motion. “All that power, all that fire… and yet here you are.”

Her lips parted again, a sharp retort dying on her tongue as a soft, desperate sound escaped her instead. She was trembling now, her knees threatening to buckle as your touch brought her closer to the edge.

And then, in one fluid motion, you slid her panties to the side and plunged a single finger inside her. The sharp gasp she released was almost a cry, her walls immediately clenching around you as if they had been waiting, anticipating. The heat and wetness that greeted you were overwhelming, her body responding to your touch as though it had been longing for this exact moment.

Your movements were deliberate, unhurried as you curled your finger against the perfect spot inside her, pressing firmly with an accuracy that made her entire body jolt. Her legs trembled, her back arching slightly, and the sound she made—a raw, guttural moan—was one you knew she hadn’t planned to release.

Her climax hit her like a wave, crashing over her with an intensity that seemed to ripple from her very core. Her cries were unrestrained, unguarded, each one tumbling from her lips in a way that seemed to shock even her. Her knees buckled beneath her, her grip on the desk the only thing keeping her from collapsing entirely.

You didn’t move your finger. Instead holding it there, pressed against her most sensitive spot, letting her ride the full force of her release. Her body pulsed around you, clenching and releasing in rhythm, and you stayed perfectly still, letting her shudders tell you just how devastatingly effective you had been.

“Perfect,” you murmured softly, your voice calm and deliberate, cutting through the haze of her climax. You felt every ripple, every quiver as though her body were speaking to you directly. “It’s like I’ve known you all along.”

Her head slumped forward, her forehead brushing against your shoulder, her entire frame leaning heavily against you as if her strength had been completely drained. Her breaths came in short, frantic bursts, her chest heaving as she tried to recover. Even now, her body trembled uncontrollably, the aftershocks of her release rippling through her with a relentless rhythm.

You stayed where you were, your finger still pressing lightly against her, not withdrawing, not relenting. Each faint motion, each slight tremor from you sent another shiver coursing through her body. Her hands clung to the desk, knuckles white as if it were the only thing tethering her to reality.

Her breathing began to even out, though the tremble in her frame remained. Slowly, shakily, she straightened, her hands still gripping the desk as she attempted to reclaim some semblance of control. Her legs felt weak beneath her, and her gaze stayed fixed downward for a moment, as if gathering herself.

When she finally spoke, her voice was shaky but carried a thread of defiance, that sharpness she clung to like armor. “This doesn’t mean anything,” she whispered, the words almost bitten off, as if saying them would rebuild the walls that had so clearly shattered.

You chuckled softly, the sound low and intimate, letting the air between you grow heavy with unspoken understanding. Leaning in close, your lips brushed against her ear without touching, the heat of your breath making her shiver again. “You’re body’s seaking me out,” you murmured, your tone steady and deliberate, like a truth she couldn’t escape. “And we both know that doesn’t lie.”

Her fingers tightened on the edge of the desk as though it were the only thing keeping her tethered to reality. Her jaw set stubbornly, her breaths shallow and uneven. “You’re wrong,” she said, her voice strained, defiance dripping from every syllable, though the faint shivers running through her body betrayed her.

You tilted your head, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “Really?” you asked, your voice softening into something darker, more deliberate. Without warning, your finger moved, a quick series of three pumps, nothing more nothing less, curling expertly each time to press against the perfect spot inside her.

Her reaction was instant. A loud, raw moan tore from her lips, her head falling back as her knees buckled slightly. Her body clenched tightly around your finger, gripping you as though she couldn’t bear for you to stop. Her hands scrambled against the desk, her nails pressing into the smooth surface as if anchoring her against the force of her own response.

You stilled, watching her carefully, your gaze steady as her body continued to tremble. She didn’t try to pull away. If anything, her hips shifted slightly toward you, her walls fluttering against your finger with an unmistakable need she didn’t dare voice. The sight of her—weak, exposed, yet still trying to hold onto her pride—made your smirk deepen.

Slowly, deliberately, you withdrew your finger, letting her feel every inch as you pulled it free. The wetness clung to you, glistening in the dim light of the room. Holding your hand up, you let her see it, the evidence of her arousal undeniable as her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths.

“You’re not even trying to stop me,” you murmured, your voice low and steady, each word measured. “Do you know what that tells me?”

Her eyes followed your movement, wide and unblinking, as you brought your finger to your lips. With deliberate slowness, you licked it clean, your tongue dragging over your skin as her taste lingered—intoxicating, unmistakable. She inhaled sharply, her breath hitching audibly as she watched, her cheeks flushed with both humiliation and something far deeper.

“Delicious,” you said softly, your tone dripping with quiet dominance. The word lingered in the air, heavy and intimate, wrapping around her like a tether.

Your gaze flicked downward, drawn to the way her lower folds quivered, visibly pulsating with need. The sight made a soft chuckle escape your lips as you straightened, the sound low and intimate, meant only for her.

“You love the idea of me taking control, Jieun,” you said, your voice firm yet calm, the quiet authority in your tone slicing through the charged air between you. Leaning in, your breath brushed against her ear, the heat sending a visible shiver down her spine. “Keep telling yourself otherwise if it makes you feel better. But the way you’re holding onto that desk like it’s the only thing keeping you upright? The way you’re clenching and pulsing, even now?” You let the words hang, heavy with meaning, the unspoken truth settling between you.

Reaching out, you tilted her chin up with a gentle but unyielding grip, forcing her to meet your gaze. Her eyes burned with defiance, sharp and fiery, but it was the kind of fire that flickered, the kind that threatened to extinguish under the weight of her trembling body. Her lips parted slightly, her breathing uneven as though she wanted to speak, to fight back—but no words came. The tension in her body betrayed her, speaking louder than anything she could say.

“It’s all the proof I need,” you murmured, your voice like velvet over steel, unrelenting and sure.

Her gaze locked onto yours, and for a fleeting moment, the defiance cracked. Her body swayed slightly toward you, drawn in despite herself. Her lips moved, as if to form a retort, but silence claimed her, leaving only the faint tremble of her knees and the shallow rise and fall of her chest. She was exposed in every sense of the word, her usual armor shattered in the wake of your calm dominance.

Without breaking eye contact, you reached toward the hem of her skirt, lifting it slightly higher to see her soaked panties clinging to her. The evidence of her arousal was undeniable, a mark of surrender she couldn’t deny. You raised a brow, a faint smirk curving your lips as your fingers brushed lightly over the lace. She jolted slightly at the contact, her breath catching audibly.

“Take them off,” you said, your tone calm but commanding, the words hanging in the air like an inescapable truth.

Her eyes widened slightly, her breath quickening. “You can’t be serious,” she muttered, the faintest quiver in her voice betraying her.

“I don’t like to repeat myself, Jieun,” you replied smoothly, stepping back just enough to let your gaze sweep over her trembling form.

Her fingers tightened against the desk, knuckles whitening as she fought the impulse to push back. But after a moment of hesitation, her hands moved toward her waist. Slowly, shakily, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs. The lace slipped away, damp and glistening, and she stepped out of them with a soft, almost inaudible whimper.

Without breaking eye contact, you extended your hand toward her, the weight of your command leaving no room for argument. “Hand them to me.”

Her fingers hesitated, trembling slightly as she held the damp lace in her hand. Her gaze flicked to yours, her eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and resistance, but she didn’t dare refuse. Slowly, she extended the panties toward you, her lips pressing into a thin line as though holding back a protest.

You took them from her, your touch deliberate as your fingers brushed hers. The lace was damp and warm, and as you inspected it, the glistening evidence of her surrender was undeniable. The corner of your mouth tugged upward in a faint, knowing smirk.

“Open your mouth,” you said, your tone calm but firm, each word an unspoken challenge.

Her eyes widened slightly, her hesitation evident in the way her lips pressed together momentarily. “What?” she stammered, her voice cracking just slightly, a rare break in her usual composure.

“You heard me,” you replied, your voice unyielding as you stepped closer, towering over her as the weight of your presence filled the space between you. “Tilt your head back. Open your mouth.”

She froze for a moment, her pride warring with the command. But slowly, reluctantly, she obeyed. Her lips parted, and she tilted her head back slightly, her breath uneven as her chest rose and fell in shallow waves.

You held the soaked lace above her, the tension in the room thick enough to steal the air. Her lips parted slightly, her tongue peeking out in hesitant obedience, though her wide, uncertain eyes flicked between you and the fabric. Every movement, every unspoken word, heightened the weight of the moment.

With deliberate slowness, you brought the lace closer, the damp material glistening in the dim light. A single drop of her arousal clung to the edge, threatening to fall. Her breath hitched audibly, and though her body remained rigid, you could see the faintest tremble in her shoulders, her vulnerability laid bare.

“Keep your mouth open,” you murmured, your voice low but commanding.

She obeyed, tilting her head back slightly, her jaw tightening with the effort to maintain her composure. Her tongue twitched faintly, her breaths uneven as her chest rose and fell in shallow waves.

Your fingers pressed into the lace, a deliberate, controlled motion as you wrung it ever so slightly. The drop fell, cutting through the charged silence like a stone into still water, landing with precision on her tongue. The faint sound of her sharp inhale followed, her lips trembling as the unmistakable taste of herself spread across her senses.

“Good girl,” you murmured, your voice low and smooth as the corners of your mouth curled into a faint smirk. “Do you taste it? That’s all you. That’s what I bring out of you.”

Her cheeks burned a deep crimson, the flush spreading down her neck as her eyes darted away briefly before returning to yours, wide and uncertain. Her trembling lips remained parted as though she couldn’t decide whether to protest or remain silent.

You tucked the lace into your pocket as though it were the most natural thing in the world, the gesture deliberate and final. Reaching out, you brushed a finger under her chin, guiding her gaze back to yours. “Clean yourself up,” you instructed, your voice steady and authoritative. “I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this.”

She blinked, her breath uneven as the weight of your command settled over her. For a moment, she didn’t move, as though her mind was still catching up to her body’s overwhelming reactions. Then, with trembling hands, she reached for a tissue from her desk, her movements slow and shaky as she dabbed at her thighs, avoiding your gaze all the while.

Satisfied, you straightened your sleeves, your posture immaculate as though the entire exchange had been just another task in your day. As you turned toward the door, you paused, glancing back over your shoulder one last time.

“Next time,” you said, your voice carrying quiet authority, “don’t hesitate when I give you an order.”

And with that, you stepped out, leaving her standing there, trembling and exposed, the faint taste of herself lingering on her lips and the weight of your dominance etched into her very being.

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The next day, Jieun entered the office like a storm wrapped in silk. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, their rhythm precise and unyielding. Her tailored suit fit like armor, her every movement calculated to command attention. Colleagues instinctively straightened as she passed, their murmured greetings met with curt nods. To the outside world, she was the same Jieun—immaculate, untouchable, and utterly in control.

Yet beneath the surface, the cracks were there. Her gaze lingered longer than it should have, catching on the way your shoulders moved as you bent over a file, the curve of your neck, the efficiency with which your hands moved as you typed. There was an intimacy to the way you worked—practiced, composed, deliberate. It made her pulse quicken in ways she couldn’t ignore.

When you handed her the morning coffee—black, two sugars—your fingers brushed hers. The contact was fleeting, but the heat of it jolted her like a live wire. She froze for half a second, her grip tightening on the porcelain cup. You stepped back, the perfect picture of professionalism, your tone smooth and detached as you said, “Your schedule’s clear until eleven.”

“Fine,” she replied curtly, her voice clipped, though her throat felt tight, her chest heavier than she would ever admit. She turned toward her desk, her back rigid, but her focus was elsewhere entirely. The memory of your touch, the way your voice had commanded her, the way her body had betrayed her that night—all of it played on a loop in her mind. Her knuckles whitened around the cup as she gritted her teeth, trying to banish the heat rising in her chest.

The tension between you was tangible, like an invisible string stretched taut. Jieun threw herself into her work with ferocity, her words sharper than ever as she snapped at her team for minor errors. Reports that would have been accepted with a terse nod now earned icy critiques. But no amount of work could distract her. Every glance your way, every quiet moment, only brought the memory of your hands, your voice, the devastating control you had over her.

That night, alone in her starkly minimalist penthouse, the ache became unbearable. The lights of the city twinkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but they offered no comfort as she lay in her immaculate bed, staring at the ceiling. Her fingers curled against the sheets, and her mind betrayed her again, replaying every word you had said, every touch, every look. She squeezed her thighs together, the tension unbearable.

Her hand drifted downward, her fingers brushing against her skin as she tried to mimic the way you had touched her. Her movements were hesitant at first, then desperate, but it wasn’t the same. Her breath hitched as she tried again, pressing harder, angling differently, searching for the precision you had wielded so effortlessly. But no matter how much she tried, the release she craved remained elusive. Her frustration bubbled over as she flung the covers off and stalked to the bathroom, glaring at her flushed, disheveled reflection in the mirror.

Pulling open a drawer, she retrieved a sleek, expensive toy. It gleamed under the bathroom light, a piece of technology she rarely used. She returned to the bed, her movements stiff with frustration. Pressing the toy against herself, she let out a shaky breath as the vibrations buzzed against her sensitive skin. She moved it in slow circles, mimicking the rhythm she remembered, trying to summon even a fraction of the sensation you had evoked.

It wasn’t enough.

Her jaw clenched as she pushed the toy deeper, angling it to mimic the way your fingers had curled inside her, pressing against her in ways that left her trembling. But this was hollow, mechanical, and the spark she craved was nowhere to be found. She threw the toy aside with a frustrated growl, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. The ache remained, gnawing at her resolve, a constant reminder of what she couldn’t replicate.

The next night was no different. She tried again, her fingers this time, her movements more frantic. Then the toy. Then both. Still, nothing. The emptiness mocked her, her body betraying her again and again. She pressed harder, her breaths ragged, but the hollow frustration only grew. With a strangled noise, she shoved the covers away and stalked to the window, glaring at the city below as though it could offer her some answer.

By day, she tried to maintain her façade. Her heels clicked against the office floors, her commands sharp and efficient. But the cracks began to show. Her sharp retorts to her team lacked their usual edge, her words often trailing off mid-sentence as her mind wandered to you. She found herself stealing glances, her gaze lingering too long in meetings. The tilt of your head, the calm authority in your tone, the way your hands moved with steady confidence—it maddened her how unaffected you seemed. As if nothing had changed. As if she were the only one consumed by what had happened.

She stayed late at the office, hoping you might linger as you had that night. But you didn’t. The emptiness of the space only amplified the ache, the silence pressing against her as she stared out the window, her hands clenched into fists. The lights of the city blurred as her vision wavered, her breath uneven.

Even as she left the office, the echo of your voice followed her, filling every quiet moment, every still space. And no matter how much she tried to deny it, no matter how much she tried to distract herself, the truth gnawed at her with relentless persistence.

Then, one morning, you didn’t show up to work.

At first, Jieun dismissed it. Perhaps you were late, caught in traffic, or dealing with some mundane emergency. But as the hours ticked by, a strange unease began to curl in her chest. You were never late, never absent without notice. You were the definition of reliability—steady, unshakable, always one step ahead.

By mid-morning, her irritation had grown into something sharper. The absence of your calm efficiency left her world slightly off-kilter, like a watch with a missing gear. Tasks piled up on her desk, unanswered emails blinked back at her, and she found herself snapping at her team for minor mistakes. She couldn't focus, the edge in her voice cutting deeper with each passing hour.

Where were you? Why hadn’t you called or emailed?

By the time the afternoon sun cast long shadows across her office, she couldn’t take it anymore. She sat at her desk, fingers drumming against the sleek surface as she stared at her computer screen. Your name was highlighted in your employee file, the information a mere click away. For a moment, her hand hovered over the mouse, hesitation creeping in. What was she doing? This was unprofessional. Reckless.

But the need gnawed at her—the unanswered questions, the silence that amplified her already simmering frustration. She clicked. Your address filled the screen, a piece of information she had no business using. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she grabbed her coat and left the office without a word, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.

The drive was a blur, her thoughts spiraling as she gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary. The logic she prided herself on, the control she wielded like a weapon, seemed to dissolve with each mile. What was she doing? Why did it matter so much?

When she arrived at your address, the reality of her actions hit her like a cold wind. Standing in front of your door, her confidence faltered. Her hand hovered over the handle as her breaths came uneven and shallow. What was she expecting? An explanation? A confrontation? An answer to the ache that had plagued her since the last night she saw you?

Her teeth clenched as she pushed the doubts aside. She didn’t chase after people. She didn’t lose control. And yet, here she was.

The door was unlocked.

Her heart jumped in her chest as she turned the handle and stepped inside. The air was warm, carrying the faint scent of coffee and something distinctly, undeniably you. The space was quiet, calm—a blend of simplicity and understated authority that mirrored your demeanor perfectly. Every detail, from the neatly arranged bookshelves to the small but deliberate decorations, felt like an extension of you. It was intimate in a way that made her feel like an intruder.

“Hello?” she called out, her voice steady despite the way her pulse raced.

There was no answer.

She hesitated for a moment before stepping further inside, her heels muffled against the soft floor. Her sharp eyes scanned the room, taking in the small but significant signs of your presence. A book left open on the coffee table, a jacket draped neatly over a chair. It was so distinctly you that it made her chest tighten.

And then she heard it.

Soft, muffled cries coming from a room down the hall.

Jieun froze, her breath catching in her throat. The sound was faint, almost drowned out by the silence, but unmistakable. It was laced with desperation and something else she couldn’t quite place. Her pulse quickened as she took a step forward, then another, each movement feeling heavier than the last.

Her hand hesitated on the door handle. For a moment, the remnants of logic screamed at her to stop, to turn around and leave. This was a line she shouldn’t cross. But the sound—those muffled cries—pulled her forward, her curiosity and something far more visceral overriding her better judgment.

She pushed the door open.

What she saw made her breath hitch audibly, her chest tightening in a way that was equal parts shock and something darker, something she couldn’t yet name.

The room was dimly lit, bathed in the warm, flickering glow of candles that cast dancing shadows across the walls. Racks of tools were arranged meticulously—a showcase of control and intent. Ropes coiled neatly, paddles hung like an artist's brushes, and cuffs gleamed under the faint light. The air was thick, carrying the intoxicating mix of leather and something deeper, more primal, that made IU’s chest tighten the moment she stepped inside.

Her breath hitched as her eyes landed on you. You stood in the center of the room, sleeves rolled up, the definition in your forearms catching the dim light as you gripped a paddle. Your posture was calm, exuding an effortless dominance that seemed to fill the space. Every movement you made was deliberate, a symphony of control that left no doubt as to who was in charge.

Bent over a padded bench was one of her coworkers—a junior team member, a woman Jieun recognized immediately. The coworker’s wrists were tied securely to the frame, her back arched, her body trembling. Her cries filled the room, raw and needy, echoing with every measured strike of the paddle. The resounding smack reverberated through the air, followed by a gasp that sent a jolt through Jieun’s chest.

“Please,” the coworker begged, her voice trembling with desperation. “More—please, Master.”

The word hit Jieun like a physical blow, her body tensing as an unfamiliar heat flooded her chest. She knew she should leave. This was private, intimate—a moment she had no right to witness. Her logical mind screamed at her to turn away, to back out of the room and forget she ever saw this.

But she didn’t.

Her feet stayed rooted to the spot, her gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before her. She watched, her breaths shallow, as you paused, your eyes narrowing slightly as though gauging every flicker of emotion, every tremor in the body before you. The paddle struck again, and the coworker cried out, her voice laced with pain and pleasure. It was impossible to ignore the authority you commanded, the calculated precision in every motion.

Jieun hated how her body betrayed her. Her breath caught involuntarily, her cheeks flushed with heat she couldn’t suppress. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, the ache low in her abdomen building with every soft cry, every gasp that left your coworker’s lips. She clenched her fists at her sides, her nails biting into her palms.

Why couldn’t she look away?

Her throat tightened as she stood there, watching the scene burning itself into her mind. The sound of the paddle striking flesh, the way your expression remained calm and deliberate as if nothing could rattle you, the way you exuded complete control—it all gnawed at her in ways she couldn’t name. The coworker’s cries of “Master” rang in her ears, and with each plea, a sharp, biting feeling twisted in her chest.

Jealousy.

The realization hit her hard, a visceral, raw sensation she didn’t want to acknowledge. Her fingers twitched as she clenched her fists tighter, her entire body stiffening as she fought to push down the wave of emotions. She couldn’t be jealous. She shouldn’t be jealous. Yet the feeling remained, simmering just beneath her skin.

Her gaze darted back to you. The way you leaned down slightly, whispering something inaudible to the coworker that made her body shudder with anticipation. The way you stepped back, your posture unshaken, as though every second was choreographed to perfection. It was maddening.

Why was she still here?

Her pulse quickened as her eyes flicked toward the coworker again, her body trembling, her cries growing louder as she strained against the bonds. Jieun’s hands shook faintly at her sides. She didn’t know why she stayed—why her feet refused to move, why she couldn’t tear her gaze away from you. But every second she lingered, the emotions grew stronger, more unbearable.

The coworker gasped again, her voice soft and breathless. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered, her tone dripping with surrender.

That was enough.

Forcing herself to take a step back, Jieun turned and slipped out of the room, her movements hurried and unsteady. Her heart pounded as she moved down the hall, her heels clicking softly against the floor. The sound felt deafening in the heavy silence. She didn’t stop until she reached the front door, her hand gripping the handle tightly as she drew in a shaky breath.

But even as she stepped outside, the scene played on a loop in her mind. The flickering candlelight, the raw cries, the way you had commanded every moment with such authority—it haunted her. Her hands trembled as she gripped the steering wheel on her drive home, her breaths uneven.

That night, she couldn’t sleep.

The ache in her chest remained, gnawing at her resolve. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw you. Saw the way you had dominated the room, the way the coworker had surrendered so completely, calling you “Master” as though it was the only name that mattered. She hated the way it lingered, the way her body burned with unrelenting need.

Her fingers curled into the sheets as she lay in bed, the tension unbearable. She tried to mimic what she had seen, pressing her hand between her thighs, but the movements felt empty. Her breath hitched as frustration built, and she flung the covers off with a growl, glaring at the ceiling as the memory of your calm, deliberate control consumed her.

No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t shake the thought that kept echoing in her mind.

That should have been me.

Her fingers twitched at her side as she lay in bed, the ache in her body impossible to ignore. She tried to imagine herself in that room, her wrists bound, her voice trembling as she begged for more. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she hated how much it aroused her.

She reached for her bedside drawer, pulling out the same sleek toy she had discarded nights ago. This time, she didn’t bother with slow circles or precision. She pressed it against herself with a desperate urgency, trying to recapture the intensity she had felt while watching you.

But it wasn’t enough.

Her frustration mounted as she adjusted the angle, increased the speed, but no matter what she did, the sensation felt empty. She threw the toy aside with a muffled curse, her breaths ragged as she pressed a hand to her forehead.

It wasn’t just the touch she craved—it was you. The control, the way you had commanded every second of that scene. No toy, no amount of imagination could replace that.

The jealousy lingered, sharp and bitter, even as exhaustion finally overtook her. She fell into a restless sleep, her dreams filled with flickering candlelight, muffled cries, and the sound of your calm, deliberate voice.

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When you didn’t show up again the next day, Jieun’s frustration reached a breaking point. The unanswered questions gnawed at her, the simmering jealousy flared hotter, and the aching memories of your touch refused to leave her alone. Her sharp temper lashed out at anyone who dared cross her path, her clipped words leaving stunned silence in their wake. By midday, she couldn’t concentrate, her carefully maintained composure unraveling piece by piece.

Enough was enough.

Her decision was swift, driven by desperation she refused to fully acknowledge. She grabbed her coat, her movements sharp and decisive, and left the office without a word. The city blurred around her as she made her way to your place, the familiar unease in her chest tightening with every step. By the time she reached your door, her mind was a whirl of justifications she didn’t fully believe.

Storming inside, she went straight for the room she had seen before, the memory of its dim glow and charged air etched into her thoughts. But this time, the space was silent, empty of the intimate scene she had stumbled upon. The candles were gone, the tools hung neatly in their places, and the padded bench sat undisturbed at the room’s center, a ghost of the moment that haunted her.

Her breath came uneven as she stopped in the middle of the room. A strange mix of relief and disappointment churned within her. She clenched her fists, nails biting into her palms as she scanned the quiet space. What was she even looking for? Why had she come?

“You came back,” your voice broke the silence, calm and deliberate, cutting through her thoughts like a blade.

She froze. The air seemed to shift, growing heavier as her heart leapt into her throat. Slowly, she turned, her breaths shallow as her gaze locked onto you.

You stood in the doorway, sleeves rolled up, leaning casually against the frame. There was an unmistakable ease in your posture, a quiet authority that commanded the room as naturally as the flickering candles once had. Your expression was unreadable, but a flicker of amusement danced in your eyes, sharp and knowing.

Her cheeks flushed with heat, a mix of anger and humiliation rising to meet the calm challenge in your gaze. “I—” she started, but the words faltered.

“Don’t bother lying,” you interrupted smoothly, your tone firm but laced with faint amusement. “I know you were here yesterday. I have cameras.”

Her eyes widened briefly, the flash of shock betraying her before she masked it with a glare. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she snapped, her arms crossing defensively.

You stepped into the room, closing the door behind you with deliberate finality. Each step brought you closer, the space between you shrinking as your steady gaze pinned her in place. “You’ve been thinking about the office,” you said, your voice low, deliberate, each word a calculated stroke. “About how I made you feel. And now you’ve seen more. You’ve seen what I’m capable of.”

Her breath hitched at the accusation, her jaw tightening as she fought to maintain control. “You’re so full of yourself,” she spat, but the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her.

“Am I?” you replied, arching a brow, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. You stopped just short of her, your presence filling the space between you. “Then tell me why you’re here, Jieun. If it’s not because of me, why didn’t you just stay away?”

Her mouth opened as if to fire back, but no words came. The heat in her cheeks deepened as she looked away briefly, only to find your gaze following hers. Memories of your voice, your touch, the way you had undone her so completely, crashed over her. Her breathing quickened, the tension in the room coiling tighter around her.

“You have two choices,” you said calmly, each word deliberate. “You can leave, and we’ll pretend this never happened.”

The pause stretched between you, the weight of your ultimatum sinking in. “Or…” you added, your voice dipping, charged with quiet authority, “you’ll strip. Kneel. And let me finish what I started.”

The room felt impossibly still, every second drawn out. IU’s breath hitched, her hands clenching at her sides as she wrestled with herself. Her pride screamed at her to walk away, to turn and reclaim the control she had prided herself on. But her body betrayed her, the ache of need overwhelming the thin veneer of resistance.

Her trembling hands moved to the buttons of her blouse, her motions slow and hesitant at first. Each button she slipped free seemed louder in the silence, the sound echoing in the charged air. Her gaze remained fixed on yours, sharp and fiery, her defiance flickering even as her resolve crumbled.

The blouse slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet as she stood exposed, her chest rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths.

“Good,” you murmured, the satisfaction in your voice unmistakable. “Now, kneel.”

For a moment, her pride flared again, holding her in place. But the pull of your authority was undeniable. Slowly, she sank to her knees, her hands resting uncertainly on her thighs. Her head tilted upward slightly, her gaze locked onto yours with a mix of defiance and surrender.

You stepped closer, your presence towering over her as you looked down. The faintest hint of a smile curved your lips, and she shivered under the weight of it, knowing that this was her final undoing.

“Stand up,” you commanded, your voice steady and firm.

For a moment, she didn’t move, her lips pressing into a tight line as though she was deciding whether to resist outright. Her fingers flexed, and her jaw tightened, but then, with deliberate slowness, she rose to her feet. Every movement was a calculated effort to hold onto her composure, but her hesitation was unmistakable—the slight falter in her breath, the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes as she stood before you.

Her skin was warm, the faintest sheen of perspiration catching the dim light, and despite the heat in the room, goosebumps spread along her arms. Her breaths came shallow and uneven, though her sharp gaze tried to mask the undercurrent of vulnerability.

You gestured toward the wooden sign near the door. “Read it,” you instructed, your voice calm but imbued with a quiet authority that left no room for refusal.

Her eyes lingered on the sign, her posture stiffening as though weighing whether to comply. Finally, she spoke, her tone low but laced with a faint edge of defiance. “Red means stop.”

“Good,” you said, taking a deliberate step closer, the tension between you thickening. “That’s all you need to say. If you do, everything stops. No questions, no hesitation.”

Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, and her lips pressed together in a thin line. Her gaze remained locked on yours, but the flicker of resistance was tempered by the faint quiver in her shoulders, a telltale sign of her inner turmoil.

“Say it again,” you pressed, your tone quiet but insistent.

“Understood,” she bit out curtly, her voice sharp.

You tilted your head, studying her for a moment before your lips curved into a faint smirk. “Not like that,” you murmured, stepping closer until the heat of your body brushed against hers, forcing her to tilt her head slightly to meet your eyes. “From now on, you’ll call me ‘Master.’ Do you understand?”

Her lips parted as though to argue, and her eyes flashed with a defiance that burned bright, but no words came. Instead, she exhaled shakily, her voice quieter now, tinged with reluctance. “Understood… Master.”

A satisfied hum escaped your lips. “Good girl,” you said, the approval in your tone soft but unmistakable. “Let’s see how long you can keep that up.”

You gestured toward the restraint frame mounted on the wall. She hesitated for a beat too long, her eyes darting to the frame and then back to you.

“Something wrong?” you asked, your tone calm but edged with a faint challenge.

“No,” she muttered under her breath, her pride flickering again before she added, quieter, “No, Master.”

Your smirk deepened. “Better.”

You guided her to the frame, her movements stiff with resistance even as she complied. Raising her arms, you secured her wrists into the padded cuffs at the top, her arms stretched taut above her head. She shifted slightly, testing the restraints, but her motions only highlighted the vulnerability of her exposed position. You stepped down to secure her ankles to a spreader bar, forcing her legs wide apart. The position left her completely open, her back pressed against the cool wall as her breathing quickened.

“You look tense,” you remarked, running your hand lightly down the length of her arm. “Feeling nervous?”

“No,” she replied quickly, too quickly, her voice sharper than intended.

You paused, raising a brow. “No… what?”

She clenched her jaw for a moment before muttering, “No, Master.”

“Good,” you murmured, stepping back to admire her. “Let’s see if you’re as brave as you think.”

From the rack, you selected a suede flogger, letting the soft tails trail over your palm as you turned back to her. Her body tensed as you approached, her eyes flicking between the tool and your calm expression.

“Relax,” you said evenly, brushing the tails lightly over her shoulders and down her arms. “This is just the beginning.”

The first strike was a gentle flick across her stomach, more of a tease than anything else. She inhaled sharply, her body flinching at the contact, but her gaze remained locked on yours, defiant. The next strike landed with more force across her ribs, the soft tails snapping against her skin and leaving faint red streaks in their wake. A soft gasp escaped her lips, unbidden.

You alternated strokes, trailing the flogger over her thighs, her hips, and up to her shoulders again. Each strike grew in intensity, the rhythm deliberate and unrelenting. Her breathing quickened with every hit, her body reacting involuntarily despite her efforts to remain composed.

“Still holding on?” you asked, your tone edged with amusement. The next strike landed across the curve of her breast, drawing a sharp cry that she bit down immediately, her lips pressing together as though to suppress the sound.

You leaned in slightly, brushing the tails of the flogger against her inner thighs before snapping them lightly over the sensitive skin. She jolted, her thighs trembling as she let out a shaky breath.

“Still defiant,” you murmured, striking her hips next with more precision. “But your body’s already telling a different story.”

She didn’t respond, her jaw tightening as she gripped the cuffs above her head. But the faint sheen of sweat on her skin and the way her thighs quivered betrayed her.

When you finally set the flogger aside, her skin was flushed, streaked with faint red marks that stood in stark contrast against her pale complexion. Her chest heaved as she tried to steady her breathing, her body trembling slightly as the aftershocks lingered.

“You’re doing well,” you remarked, your voice calm but laced with challenge as you reached for the riding crop. The sleek leather gleamed faintly in the dim light as you tapped it lightly against your palm.

Her eyes flicked to the crop, her lips parting slightly as her breathing grew shallower.

“I can handle it,” she said quickly, the edge in her tone betraying her uncertainty.

“Yes, Master,” you corrected smoothly, trailing the crop lazily across her stomach.

She hesitated, her lips tightening before she repeated, “Yes, Master.”

“Good,” you said softly, the faintest smile tugging at your lips as you delivered the first strike. It landed sharply across her chest, just above her breast, drawing a loud gasp as her body jolted. You followed it with another, the sharp sound of leather meeting skin echoing in the room.

The rhythm was calculated, each strike building in intensity as you moved from her torso to her thighs, then back again. When you snapped the crop directly against her nipple, she let out a broken whimper, her back arching involuntarily. Her cries grew louder as you focused on her sensitive peaks, each strike deliberate, calculated to push her further.

“You’re a mess,” you said softly, trailing the crop down to the slickness glistening between her legs. Her hips strained against the restraints, her body trembling with need and frustration as the tip of the crop grazed her folds before delivering a sharp, precise smack.

Her cry was raw, her voice cracking as her body jolted. “Master,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with need, defiance, and surrender all at once.

You paused, watching her chest rise and fall, her breaths measured but strained, her body taut as if holding back the inevitable. Her lips pressed tightly together, and her fingers flexed faintly within the restraints, the only sign of the battle raging inside her. Even now, she clung to the veneer of control, refusing to let you see the cracks beneath her composed exterior.

You approached with a pair of metal clamps, the soft clink of the chain between them drawing her eyes. Her body stiffened, her breaths quickening ever so slightly as she tracked your movements.

“Breathe,” you murmured, your voice calm but edged with authority, a reminder more than an instruction.

Her lips parted, and she drew in a shaky breath, her hesitation clear. You attached the first clamp to her nipple with deliberate slowness, the sharp pinch drawing a high-pitched gasp that she couldn’t suppress. Her back arched reflexively, her body trembling against the restraints. The second clamp followed, the chain swaying lightly between them as she exhaled in shallow bursts.

“You’ll feel this with every move you make,” you murmured, tugging the chain gently to emphasize your point. Her body jolted at the sensation, another faint whimper escaping her lips despite her best efforts to stay silent.

Returning to the riding crop, you let its tip trail along the inside of her thigh, your movements unhurried, almost teasing. Her muscles quivered under the light contact, her breath catching as the crop hovered near her folds. Then, without warning, you delivered a sharp, precise strike.

The leather connected with her slick skin, the sound loud and sharp in the still room. She jolted, a choked sob breaking free as her body tensed violently. Her slickness made the crop gleam faintly in the dim light, a visceral reminder of how her body was betraying her.

Another strike landed, followed by another, each one deliberate and relentless. Her cries grew louder, raw and broken as she writhed against the restraints. You dragged the crop lightly over her folds, the touch featherlight before snapping it against her again.

“Please, Master,” she sobbed, her voice trembling, caught between desperation and defiance. “I—I can’t take it—”

“Yes, you can,” you replied evenly, delivering another sharp strike. Your tone was steady, unyielding, each word punctuated by the sting of the crop. “Admit it.”

Her head shook faintly, her lips trembling as she clung to the last shreds of resistance. “I—I cant’t—” she whispered, her voice breaking under the strain.

The next strike landed harder, the sting radiating through her as a broken cry tore from her lips. “Admit it,” you growled, your tone sharper now, the command cutting through her defenses.

The crop hovered just above her slick folds, the leather tip angled with surgical precision. Jieun’s breath hitched, her body trembling in the bindings as anticipation coiled inside her, every nerve on edge. Without warning, you brought the crop down in a sharp, deliberate strike.

The leather snapped against her folds with precision, the sting radiating through her most sensitive area. Her reaction was instant—a strangled cry tore from her lips, her hips jerking violently against the ropes. Her body tensed, every muscle coiling tightly as the pain and pleasure fused into something overwhelming. Her head fell forward, and for a moment, it seemed like she might endure.

But as you raised the crop again, angling it for a second, more deliberate strike, the tension in her broke.

“Master, you’re right!” she cried out, her voice raw and trembling. “You’re in control—I’m yours!”

You paused, tilting your head as you studied her, the faintest smile tugging at your lips. “Keep going,” you urged softly, delivering a lighter spank that still drew a gasp.

Her breaths came in ragged bursts as she continued, her voice quieter now, tinged with submission. “I’m yours. Completely. I… I surrender.”

You slowed the strikes, letting her words settle between you, her trembling form a picture of surrender. But there was still something in her tone—a flicker of hesitation, as though she were saying what she thought you wanted to hear rather than what she truly felt.

Setting the crop aside, you stepped forward, beginning to undo the restraints with deliberate slowness. Her arms dropped as her wrists came free, her chest heaving with each shaky breath. Her legs quivered as you released the spreader bar, leaving her momentarily unbound. She shifted slightly, testing her freedom, her gaze wary as though expecting judgment.

Without a word, you turned back to the rack, retrieving a length of soft crimson rope. Its vibrant color stood out against her flushed, glistening skin. Her eyes followed your movements, a flicker of apprehension crossing her face as you approached.

“Please—” she started, her voice soft but uneven.

“Shh,” you murmured, your hands already guiding her wrists behind her back. Her body tensed faintly, the smallest resistance lingering before dissolving as you looped the rope around her wrists. Your movements were precise, each knot deliberate, the soft fibers pulling snug against her skin without causing discomfort.

You worked methodically, weaving the rope around her arms and torso, framing her chest with intricate knots that pressed lightly against her skin. Each loop was calculated, the tension just enough to hold her securely without pain. The crimson bands highlighted every curve, every tremble, her breaths shallow as she adjusted to the restraint.

“You’re safe,” you reminded her, your voice steady and commanding.

The rope coiled around her torso, framing her body with deliberate precision. Intricate knots traced the curves of her shoulders and crossed her chest, cinching her breasts upward. Each tug of the rope pressed the soft flesh outward, accentuating her sensitivity. Her breathing quickened as you worked, her body responding to the careful tension of the bindings.

“Master…” she whispered, her tone soft but uncertain as she tested the bonds.

“Don’t move,” you instructed calmly.

Guiding her toward the suspension frame, you positioned her carefully beneath the ceiling anchor. The room was quiet save for her shallow breaths as you worked, securing the ropes to the anchor point. Her feet remained firmly on the ground at first, her body tense as she glanced upward, realizing what was coming.

You began to hoist her slowly, her toes lifting off the ground as the ropes bore her weight. Her back arched slightly as the bindings cradled her torso and thighs, supporting her in perfect balance. She hung suspended, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her exposed body swayed faintly in the air.

Kneeling, you reached for her left leg, guiding it outward and securing it with more rope to the left side of the frame. The crimson rope pulled taut, holding her leg firmly in place. Then, moving to her right, you repeated the process, spreading her wide as you tied her right leg to the opposite side of the frame.

Each knot was deliberate, leaving no room for resistance. Her thighs were stretched open, her body now completely exposed in midair, vulnerable and helpless. The tension in the ropes framed her like an intricate work of art, every line emphasizing her submission.

You stepped back, surveying your work as she hung suspended, her body trembling faintly against the bindings. Her breathing was shallow, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted as she adjusted to the complete loss of control. The crimson ropes, contrasted against her bare skin, highlighted every curve, every quiver.

“Perfect,” you murmured, your voice low and steady. You stepped closer, letting your fingers trail lightly along the curve of her thigh, sending a shiver through her. “You look stunning like this.”

Your gaze shifted hardening as you stepped closer, the intensity of your presence making her shrink slightly in her bonds. Her lips trembled, and her head dropped lower, but you weren’t going to let her retreat. Not now.

“How dare you,” you said, your voice low and sharp, laced with a restrained anger that sent a shiver through her body. “How dare you try to lie to me.”

Her head lifted slightly at your words, her wide eyes meeting yours for a fleeting second before dropping again, guilt flickering across her flushed face.

“You think I don’t know your body?” you pressed, stepping even closer, your hand grazing the ropes framing her thigh. The softness of your touch belied the steel in your tone. “Every twitch, every tremble—your body tells me everything, Jieun. And it’s telling me the truth, even when your mouth won’t.”

Her chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, the weights on her nipple clamps swaying slightly with each movement. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade, and she bit her lip, struggling to maintain her composure.

“Master, I—” she started, her voice faltering.

“Stop,” you interrupted, your tone cutting. Your hand reached up, fingers brushing her cheek, forcing her to meet your gaze. “Don’t insult me with empty words just because you think they’re what I want to hear. I don’t need your lies.”

Her lips parted as if to respond, but she faltered, her body betraying her. The tension in her thighs, the slight quiver in her legs as she hung spread and bound, the slickness glistening between her folds—every detail betrayed her surrender.

“You’re mine,” you said firmly, your thumb brushing her cheek before trailing down her neck, over the ropes framing her chest. Your fingers tugged gently on the chain connecting the clamps, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips as the weights shifted. “Every inch of you belongs to me. Your body, your pleasure, your submission. All mine.”

She swallowed hard, her eyes glassy as the weight of your words settled over her. “Yes, Master,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

You didn’t let her off so easily. “Say it like you mean it,” you growled, stepping back slightly to retrieve the clitoral suction toy. Its faint hum filled the room, the sound alone making her thighs twitch against the ropes.

Her lips parted, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as you hovered the toy just above her aching clit. Her body strained instinctively toward the device, seeking relief, but you pulled back, the motion deliberate and taunting.

“Say it,” you commanded, your tone unrelenting.

“I… I’m yours,” she whimpered, her voice barely audible.

You narrowed your eyes, circling the toy teasingly close to her folds but never making contact. “Louder.”

“I’m yours, Master!” she cried, her voice cracking with desperation.

Satisfied for the moment, you leaned forward, pressing the toy lightly against her clit. Her reaction was immediate—her body jolted violently against the ropes, her hips straining as the suction sent waves of stimulation coursing through her. Her cries filled the room, raw and unrestrained.

But you weren’t done.

Your hand reached for the chain again, tugging firmly as the clamps bit deeper into her sensitive flesh. The added pressure sent her spiraling, her cries blending into soft, broken sobs. “You’ll take this for me,” you said softly, your voice calm but unyielding. “Because I said so.”

Her body trembled uncontrollably, the tension in the ropes accentuating every shiver, every desperate movement as she tried to hold on. The suction toy continued its relentless work, drawing her closer to the edge, her moans growing louder with every passing second.

“Master, please,” she sobbed, her voice breaking under the strain. “Please, I can’t—”

“You can,” you interrupted, increasing the intensity of the toy. “And you will.”

Her body convulsed against the bindings, her cries turning into incoherent pleas as you pushed her further, commanding every inch of her. This was no surrender forced by words—this was her body, her soul, bending completely to your will.

You pressed the toy harder against her clit, the suction drawing another strangled cry from her lips. Her body jolted violently in the ropes, the sensation relentless and devastating. The rhythmic tugging was precise, sending sharp waves of pleasure through her trembling frame.

Her moans grew louder, desperate and unrestrained, as you slid two fingers inside her. Her slick walls clenched immediately, gripping you tightly as though her body was trying to draw you deeper. The combination of the suction and your curling fingers was merciless, her back arching as she spiraled toward the edge once again.

“Master, please!” she sobbed, her voice trembling and raw. “I’m so close—please let me—”

Without hesitation, you withdrew your fingers and the suction toy at the same time, leaving her dangling in frustrated desperation. Her cry was loud, ragged, and broken, her head falling forward as her body trembled in the bindings.

“Not yet,” you said firmly, stepping closer. The calm authority in your voice was unshakable, cutting through the chaotic haze of her emotions. Leaning in, you brushed your lips close to her ear. “You don’t get to cum until I say. Not until you stop lying—to me, and to yourself.”

Her chest heaved, every breath labored, the weights on the clamps swaying with her trembling body. “Master… I can’t… I can’t take it anymore…” she whimpered, her voice barely audible, shaking with exhaustion and need.

“You can,” you countered, pressing the suction toy back against her clit. The rhythmic pulsing resumed instantly, and her body jolted as though shocked. Her cries were louder now, her head tossing weakly as her hips strained against the bindings, desperately seeking relief she knew you wouldn’t allow.

Sliding your fingers back inside her, you thrust slowly, curling deliberately to press against her most sensitive spot. Her walls fluttered, her arousal growing wetter with every motion. Each time her body tightened, every time she edged closer to the climax she craved, you stopped again.

Tears streaked her flushed cheeks, her sobs echoing through the room as she begged. “Master, please… I’ll do anything—please let me cum!”

You reached up, tugging sharply on the chain between her clamps. The sharp jolt drew a choked scream from her lips, her body jerking as the combination of pain and pleasure pushed her closer to breaking. Her thighs trembled violently, her slickness glistening under the low light.

“Admit it,” you said softly, your tone a low growl, increasing the intensity of the suction toy. “Stop pretending. Tell me who you really are.”

Her head shook weakly, a fresh sob escaping her lips as she stammered. “I… I can’t—”

You pulled your fingers away again, leaving the suction toy on its lowest setting. The gentle pulses teased her, enough to keep her simmering without granting release. Her body shuddered, her head hanging forward as her sobs grew louder.

“Admit it,” you growled, sharper now, your hand gripping her chin and tilting her head up to meet your gaze. “Stop lying, or this will never end.”

Her moans turned to frantic cries, her body writhing in the ropes as the suction toy teased her swollen clit, the clamps pulling with every movement. “Master, please—” she gasped, her voice breaking under the weight of her desperation. “You’re right—Master, you’re right!”

You didn’t relent, your fingers plunging back inside her with precision, curling against the spot that made her body seize. The suction toy pressed harder against her clit, the rhythmic pulsing relentless and exact. “Tell me everything,” you commanded, your voice firm and unwavering. “No lies this time.”

Her body jerked violently, the ropes tightening against her trembling limbs as she convulsed. Her sobs turned into raw, unrestrained cries, her head tilting back as her voice cracked. “I’m yours, Master!” she screamed, the words rushing out in a desperate, frantic confession. “You have all the control—I need you—I can’t… I can’t fight it anymore!”

Her walls clenched hard around your fingers, the first wave of her climax threatening to break, but you stilled your movements, holding her right on the edge. The suction toy pulsed mercilessly against her clit, her body trembling and writhing as she hung suspended in the intricate web of ropes.

“Do you want to cum?” you asked, your tone calm and deliberate, a stark contrast to her frenzied cries.

“Please, Master!” she sobbed, her voice breaking under the weight of her need. “Please—please let me!”

You paused, letting the silence hang between you, your fingers pressing just enough to keep her teetering. “Admit it,” you said, your voice low and steady. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“I’m yours!” she screamed, her voice hoarse and desperate. “Only yours, Master! I need you—I can’t take it anymore!”

“Good girl,” you murmured, a faint smirk tugging at your lips. You leaned closer, your breath warm against her ear. “Now… cum for me.”

The permission was all she needed. Her body tensed for a heartbeat, every muscle seizing as if holding its breath, before releasing in an explosive wave of pleasure. Her scream ripped through the air, raw and primal, as her climax tore through her. Her back arched against the restraints, the ropes digging into her flushed skin as she convulsed uncontrollably. Her walls tighten around your fingers with a force that leaves no doubt about the intensity of her release, each pulse sending a ripple of wet heat against your hand.

The slickness of her arousal coated your fingers, a testament to how deeply she had succumbed. Her thighs quaked violently, the trembling so pronounced that the bindings holding her legs apart strained slightly. Her toes curled, her entire body caught in the throes of the orgasm that consumed her completely.

The suction toy added to the onslaught, the pulsing rhythm over her clit extending her release far beyond its natural limit. She jerked violently in the ropes, her cries turning into broken, breathless whimpers as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. Her head fell forward, her hair clinging to her sweat-slicked face, her lips parted as she gasped for air.

Wave after wave continued to ripple through her, her body quivering uncontrollably even as the climax began to subside. Her thighs twitched reflexively, her hips bucking weakly as if chasing sensations she could no longer endure. Each breath she took was shallow and uneven, her chest rising and falling rapidly, the effort of catching her breath evident in every ragged exhale.

You withdrew your fingers slowly, the slick heat coating them glistening under the low light. She whimpered softly at the loss, her head lolling forward, too spent to protest. As you turned off the suction toy, the silence felt almost deafening, punctuated only by the faint sounds of her labored breathing.

But even now, her body betrayed her. As your fingers grazed her inner thigh, slick with the aftermath of her climax, a faint moan escaped her lips—soft, involuntary, and entirely revealing. Her thighs quivered again, a subtle tremor that spoke to the lingering echoes of her release.

“You’re still hungry for more, aren’t you?” you said softly, observing her closely. Her body jolted faintly at your words, and though her lips trembled as if to protest, no sound came. Instead, her head nodded weakly, her voice cracking as she whispered, “Yes… Master.”

You smirked, brushing a finger lightly over her still-sensitive clit, drawing a sharp gasp from her. “Even after all that,” you murmured, leaning closer, “you’re not done.”

Her body shuddered under your touch, her surrender absolute. “Good,” withdrawing your fingers again. Her cry of frustration was raw, her hips jerking futilely as she sought her next release. Instead of indulging her, you stepped back toward the rack, your movements deliberate as you selected the next tool.

Your gaze landed on the perfect choice: a sleek, polished butt plug adorned with a heart-shaped jewel at its base. Its elegance stood in sharp contrast to the raw, primal energy radiating from IU as she trembled in the suspension. Picking it up, you turned back to her, holding the plug up so the jewel caught the light.

Her eyes widened slightly, her lips parting as her breath quickened. Even now, a faint flush spread across her chest and cheeks, and her body betrayed her further—a faint twitch, a pulsing tension that radiated from her most intimate places.

“Oh? Is that excitement I see?” you teased, your voice low and intimate as you knelt in front of her. The cool metal of the plug brushed lightly against her inner thigh, earning a sharp gasp and a shudder from her body.

Without a word, you spread her cheeks gently, exposing her fully to your touch. Her breaths came unevenly, her body tensing at the intimacy of the moment. Slowly, you pressed a finger against her tight ring, teasing the rim with deliberate circles before sliding inside.

She gasped sharply, her muscles clenching reflexively before gradually relaxing. “Breathe,” you murmured, your voice steady yet soothing. “Let your body take it.”

She whimpered as you worked her carefully, preparing her inch by inch until her body began to yield. Once you were satisfied, you withdrew your finger, wiping it clean before adding lube and pressing the tip of the plug against her entrance. She jolted at the cool touch of the metal, her breaths growing faster as you began to push it in.

The cool, polished head of the plug pressed against her hole, her body instinctively tightening in resistance. The tension was palpable, her ring clenching stubbornly as if defying the inevitable. You paused, letting her adjust, your hand steady and patient. Slowly, with deliberate pressure, you pressed again, coaxing her body to yield.

The resistance lingered, taut and unrelenting, until a soft, trembling moan escaped her lips. Gradually, her muscles gave way, her ring stretching wider, surrendering inch by inch. Her breaths grew shallow, each one hitching as the sensation built, the sharp edge of discomfort melting into something deeper, more consuming.

When the widest part of the plug finally slipped past the threshold, her body seemed to shudder in relief, the resistance fading as her ring closed around the narrow neck, swallowing the plug entirely. A low, quivering gasp broke from her as the snug fullness settled deep within her, the weight and pressure sending a visible tremor through her frame. The cool jewel at the base nestled perfectly against her, its presence both a reminder of her surrender and a promise of the sensations to come.

Stepping back slightly, you admired the sight before you. The polished jewel nestled between her cheeks glinted faintly in the dim light, a beautiful contrast to her flushed, glistening skin. “Beautiful,” you murmured, letting your fingers trail lightly over her hips and down her thighs.

“How does it feel?” you asked, your voice calm but laced with intent. The answer was evident in the tautness of her trembling body, the slick arousal dripping down her inner thighs betraying her overwhelming need.

“It’s…” she stammered, her breath hitching between syllables, her voice shaky and thin. “It’s so full…”

“Good,” you murmured, your hand gliding over her side, a deliberate contrast to the intensity she was feeling. Your other hand moved to the base of the plug, gripping it firmly. “Let it amplify everything.”

Without warning, you gave the plug a gentle tug, testing its resistance. Her gasp was sharp, her body jolting against the ropes. The snugness of the plug resisted at first, the tension building until it relented slightly, the motion sending a deep, jarring sensation through her core. The muscles of her entrance quivered around the intrusion, the combination of pressure and movement drawing a sharp moan from her lips.

“AGGH!” she cried out, the word leaving her as both a plea and a surrender, her voice trembling with the strain of holding herself together.

You chuckled, a low, deliberate sound, twisting the plug slightly. Her reaction was immediate—her hips bucked reflexively, and a louder, more guttural moan spilled from her lips. The sensation was maddening, the plug pressing firmly against her sensitive inner walls with every shift, each movement pushing her closer to unraveling.

With another slow, deliberate tug, you teased her further, letting the plug stretch and stimulate her before it settled back into place. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, her body writhing in the bindings as she whimpered. The snug fullness combined with the constant stimulation made every sensation feel sharper, deeper.

Your gaze shifted to the rack, landing on the wand vibrator. Its sleek design promised power, the hum of the motor filling the room as you turned it on. Even the sound made her tense, her head snapping up weakly as her eyes widened in alarm.

“Please, Master, no,” she whimpered, her voice raw and hoarse, the strain of her begging breaking through. Her thighs twitched as though trying to close, but the ropes kept her wide open, her vulnerability laid bare.

“Shh,” you said, stepping closer, your tone calm but unyielding. The wand hovered just above her swollen clit, the anticipation making her body quake. “You haven’t used the safe word, Jieun,” you reminded her, tilting her chin up gently with your hand. “You could stop this anytime. But you won’t. Will you?”

Her head dropped forward, a quiet, broken whimper escaping her lips as she shook her head faintly.

Without further hesitation, you pressed the wand firmly against her clit. The immediate pulse of vibrations ripped a strangled cry from her throat, her body arching violently against the ropes. The wand’s relentless rhythm sent sharp, focused waves of pleasure coursing through her, magnified by the plug nestled deep inside her. Every tremor of her hips caused the plug to shift slightly, the dual sensations amplifying each other until her sobs turned into breathless, incoherent gasps.

Her thighs trembled against the restraints, her body jerking as though trying to escape the overstimulation, but the bindings kept her perfectly in place. “Master… please!” she wailed, her voice trembling as fresh tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. “Please stop—I can’t—I can’t do this anymore!”

“Yes, you can,” you murmured softly, your tone steady as you pressed the wand harder. “You’ll take it for me. I know your body better than you do.”

Her stomach clenched visibly, her hips twitching violently as the wand assaulted her most sensitive spot. The vibrations, relentless and unyielding, dragged her closer to the edge. “Master!” she cried out, her voice cracking with desperation. “It’s yours—everything is yours! My body… my tits, my pussy, my ass—it’s all yours! Please, Master—I love being yours, but please, no more!”

Her words came in frantic sobs, each confession spilling from her lips in raw, unfiltered emotion. The plug, snug and unrelenting, seemed to vibrate in sync with the wand, the pressure inside her building to an unbearable crescendo. Her chest heaved as her hips jerked reflexively, her sobs dissolving into a broken chant of “Please, Master—please no more—I can’t cum again!”

Leaning in, you brushed her sweat-damp hair from her face, your voice soft but commanding. “One more,” you murmured against her ear, the words firm and deliberate. “Give me one more, Jieun, and then I’ll stop.”

She shook her head weakly, her sobs growing louder, but her body betrayed her. The relentless vibrations, the overwhelming fullness of the plug, and your fingers curling back inside her pushed her to the brink. Her cries turned desperate as the climax overtook her, the final release breaking her completely.

Her scream filled the room, raw and unrestrained, as her body convulsed violently in the suspension. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, her walls clenching around the plug as wave after wave of overstimulation wracked her frame. Even as the climax faded, the wand continued to torment her, every shuddering aftershock heightened by the unrelenting vibrations.

Her head fell back, her cries tapering into soft, broken whimpers as her body sagged completely in the bindings. The silence that followed was heavy, punctuated only by the sound of her uneven breaths and the faint hum of the wand as you finally turned it off. You stepped back, watching as her trembling form hung limp in the ropes, every inch of her glistening with sweat and arousal.

The scene before you was one of complete surrender. Her flushed, tear-streaked face, her trembling thighs, and the faint quiver of her chest told you everything you needed to know. She was yours—utterly and completely.

You stepped closer, the slickness of her release coating her inner thighs as you gently removed the plug. A soft, almost inaudible whimper escaped her lips as her body shuddered one final time, her exhausted form limp in the bindings. She hung there, surrendered, her every breath a testament to the intensity she had endured.

“You did so well,” you murmured softly, brushing your fingers along her trembling thigh. “Every part of you is mine—and you love it.”

Carefully, you began undoing the ropes, each knot falling away as her exhausted body slumped further into your arms. When the bindings were completely removed, she collapsed against you, her legs too weak to support her.

Her head rested weakly on your chest, her breaths shallow and uneven. Her voice was too broken to speak, but the way she clung to you said everything—she was yours, completely and utterly.

By the time the final waves subsided, Jieun was utterly spent, her body sagging completely in the suspension ropes. Her head hung forward, her damp hair clinging to her flushed cheeks as shallow, uneven breaths escaped her parted lips. The delicate impressions of the ropes were etched into her skin, a testament to her surrender. Each faint line emphasized her vulnerability, the undeniable proof of how far she had let herself go for you.

Reaching over, you turned off the wand, the sudden silence almost deafening after the relentless hum. You set it aside, your gaze drifting to the jeweled plug nestled snugly within her. As you stepped closer, her head lifted weakly, her glassy eyes flickering with awareness as she saw your hand reaching toward her.

“No… please, Master,” she whimpered, her voice hoarse and trembling with exhaustion. “Don’t take it out. I… I want to keep it.”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, the sound low and indulgent as you trailed your fingers along her hip in reassurance. “It’s covered in too much of you,” you murmured gently, your tone soothing. “We’ll clean you up, and I’ll give you something fresh.”

She whined softly, a faint, needy sound as her hips twitched in protest. But she didn’t resist as you began to ease the plug out, the snug fit providing resistance that heightened her sensitivity. A low gasp escaped her lips as it slid free, the polished jewel glistening with the evidence of her arousal. The emptiness left her trembling, her body shifting slightly as she tried to adjust.

“You did so well,” you said, your voice warm with approval as you brushed a hand over her thigh. “Let me take care of you now, my good girl.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered faintly, the words spilling out with automatic sincerity, her voice barely above a breath.

You began undoing the intricate knots with deliberate care, ensuring that each release was smooth and unhurried. As the ropes fell away, her body slumped further, her limbs trembling from the strain and exertion. When her wrists were freed, her arms dropped uselessly to her sides, her strength completely drained. You moved to unstrap her legs next, supporting her weight as her knees buckled the moment the bindings were removed.

Guiding her toward a nearby chair, you eased her down into the plush cushions. She melted into them, her body folding into the soft embrace as a quiet sigh escaped her lips. Her head fell back, her eyes fluttering closed, and for a moment, she seemed completely at peace.

You stepped away briefly, cleaning the used plug meticulously before retrieving a fresh one from a nearby drawer. The sleek, polished design matched the previous one, adorned with a delicate jewel at its base that shimmered faintly in the low light.

Returning to her, you knelt before the chair, the new plug resting in your hand. Her eyes drifted open, her gaze falling to the plug. Her thighs twitched instinctively, a soft, shaky breath escaping her as anticipation flickered across her expression.

“Ready?” you asked, your voice calm and steady.

“Yes, Master,” she murmured, her voice faint but unwavering, her trust in you palpable.

Parting her legs gently, you brushed your hand along her inner thigh, your touch slow and reassuring. As your finger pressed inside her, you prepared her carefully, her walls clenching briefly before relaxing under your guidance. Her soft whimper filled the air, a quiet sound of surrender as you withdrew your finger and positioned the cool tip of the new plug against her entrance.

The jewel slid inside slowly, her body resisting momentarily before yielding, the snug fullness making her hips shift instinctively. A soft, trembling moan escaped her lips as the plug settled firmly into place, the weight of it amplifying her awareness of her submission.

“How does it feel?” you asked, your voice low and intimate as your hand brushed lightly over her thigh.

“Full, Master,” she whispered, her tone faint but sure, a lingering shiver running through her body.

“Good,” you replied, your hand trailing up to cup her cheek briefly, your touch warm and grounding. “Let it remind you who you belong to.”

After securing the new plug in place, you carefully guide her into your arms as she collapses against your chest. “You’ve done so well, Jieun,” you murmured softly, your voice warm and soothing. “It’s time to rest now.”

She nodded faintly, her cheek pressing against your shoulder, her breaths shallow and uneven as her body tried to recover from the intensity of what she had endured. You lifted her effortlessly, carrying her toward a nearby couch. The soft cushions enveloped her as you lowered her gently onto them, her body curling instinctively as she sought the comfort of your presence.

Stepping away briefly, you returned with a glass of cool water and a small lozenge. Setting them on the table beside her, you knelt down with a warm, damp cloth from a basin nearby. Brushing the cloth tenderly over her flushed skin, you wiped away the remnants of sweat and arousal. Every motion was deliberate, your touch careful and steady. She flinched faintly at the initial contact, her hypersensitivity evident, but as your gentle ministrations continued, her body began to relax.

“Breathe,” you reminded her, your tone calm. “You’re safe.”

She exhaled shakily, her chest rising and falling in a more even rhythm. The cloth moved over her thighs, her arms, and finally her face, wiping away the streaks of tears that clung to her cheeks. Her body softened further under your care, surrendering fully to the nurturing calm you offered.

When you were finished, you set the cloth aside and wrapped a soft, plush blanket around her shoulders, cocooning her in warmth. Lifting the glass of water, you held it to her lips as she weakly reached for it. “Drink,” you instructed gently. “You need to rehydrate.”

Her trembling hands steadied as you helped guide the glass. The cool liquid slid down her throat, soothing the rawness left behind from her earlier cries. She let out a faint sigh of relief after a few sips, her lips parting to murmur, “Thank you, Master.”

You smiled softly, brushing her damp hair away from her face. “You’ve done more than enough for me,” you said quietly. “Now, let me take care of you.”

Picking up the lozenge, you pressed it into her palm. “This will help your throat,” you explained, your thumb brushing lightly over her fingers. She nodded, placing it in her mouth and leaning back against the cushions with a faint, contented sigh.

Her gaze met yours briefly, the vulnerability in her expression tempered by a quiet trust. You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, your hand stroking her hair in slow, soothing motions. Her eyes fluttered closed, her breathing deepening as exhaustion began to claim her.

As she drifted off, you stayed at her side, your hand resting lightly over hers. The room, once filled with raw intensity, now carried a profound calm—a sanctuary for her, where she could surrender completely, knowing she was safe and cherished.

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The following morning, Jieun strode into the office with her usual commanding presence. The sharp staccato of her heels against the polished floors echoed her precision and confidence, her posture straight, her gaze cold and assessing. Every detail of her appearance was immaculate—the crisp lines of her tailored suit, the glint of her polished watch. In meetings, her voice sliced through the air with crisp directives and sharp analysis, brooking no argument. No one dared to question her authority.

But beneath the surface, something was different.

Her legs, still unsteady from the previous night’s intensity, wavered faintly with each step. The residual ache in her thighs and core lingered, a reminder of her surrender. She moved with the same poise and precision, but her steps carried an almost imperceptible hesitance. Every shift of her body demanded a conscious effort to conceal the jelly-like weakness threatening to disrupt her perfect composure.

She refused to let it show.

Her head was high, her strides measured, her mask of control firmly in place. To anyone else, she was as composed and formidable as ever. Only you would have noticed the way her fingers flexed faintly at her sides or the brief pause as she adjusted her weight onto one leg at her desk, seeking reprieve from the strain.

When her gaze landed on you, though, there was no hiding the shift. It lingered a beat too long, her sharpness softening in a way imperceptible to anyone else but unmistakable to you. The sharp edge in her tone dulled slightly when she addressed you, her words still commanding but carrying a subtle warmth, almost deference. Every glance, every interaction betrayed an unspoken acknowledgment of something shared—a dynamic only the two of you understood.

For the rest of the office, Jieun was untouchable, an unyielding force of nature. But for you, the faintest flicker in her eyes and the carefully hidden tremor in her movements told the truth: beneath her flawless façade, she carried the quiet aftermath of surrender.

The day moved seamlessly until Jieun walked past the open door of the conference room. She paused mid-stride, her gaze flicking inside. At the table sat one of her female coworkers, her laugh light and easy as she gestured animatedly. It was the same woman she had seen that night in the private room, her voice etched into her memory alongside her cries and pleas.

The sight sent a jolt through her chest—sharp and visceral. A possessive heat flared within her, unbidden and irrational, twisting her thoughts into a tangle she couldn’t unravel. The coworker’s laughter carried softly into the hallway, her oblivious ease grating against the turmoil building within.

She forced herself to turn on her heel, her steps measured and deliberate, her head held high. But the tension in her shoulders betrayed her composure. The weight of that moment stayed with her, gnawing at her as she returned to her office. The door clicked shut behind her with uncharacteristic sharpness, the sound echoing through the quiet space.

Minutes later, a timid knock interrupted her thoughts. The intern stepped inside, carrying a stack of reports. Their hands shook slightly as they approached, the air thick with Jieun’s unspoken mood.

Her eyes scanned the reports quickly, catching a minor formatting error—something she would usually note quietly and set aside. Today, though, the simmering frustration boiling under her skin found its outlet.

“Did you even look at this before bringing it to me?” Her voice was icy, her words cutting with surgical precision.

The intern stammered, their cheeks flushing as they tried to form an excuse.

“This is unacceptable,” Jieun continued, her tone unwavering, her gaze sharp enough to draw blood. “If you can’t even deliver the basics correctly, why are you here?”

The intern stammered an apology, their voice trembling, but she dismissed them with a curt wave. The door closed behind them with a faint slam, doing nothing to alleviate the frustration twisting in her chest. Jieun leaned back in her chair, exhaling sharply, her eyes falling to the stack of papers as though they were the source of all her irritation.

But no matter how she tried to push it aside, the image of that coworker lingered, feeding a jealousy she didn’t want to acknowledge, let alone understand.

Jieun stared at her phone, her finger hovering over the screen for a moment before she typed the message:

Come to my office. Now.

Moments later, you arrived, pushing the door open without hesitation. Jieun was seated behind her desk, her posture perfect, her expression unreadable. But the tension in the room was thick, hanging between you like an unspoken challenge.

She gestured for you to close the door. As the latch clicked, she stood, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made the air seem heavier. Slowly, deliberately, she stepped out from behind her desk. Without a word, she turned to face you and lifted her skirt.

The heart shaped jewel of the plug gleamed faintly in the warm light, snug and perfectly in place.

“Still in place, Master,” she said softly, her voice steady but laced with a faint vulnerability. Her gaze remained on yours, unwavering.

You stepped closer, your fingers grazing the curve of her hip as you studied her. “Good girl,” you murmured, your voice low and warm. “Does it remind you who you belong to?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied, her tone quiet but resolute. “Every time I move, I feel it. It’s… grounding.”

“Grounding,” you repeated, tilting her chin upward to meet your gaze fully. “Then why are you distracted today, Jieun?”

Her composure faltered slightly, her lashes lowering as a flicker of hesitation crossed her features. “It’s nothing, Master,” she said quickly, though the faint quiver in her voice gave her away.

“Tell me,” you commanded, your tone calm but unyielding.

Her lips parted, and the truth spilled out in a rush. “It’s that coworker. The one from that day. Seeing her… I know it’s ridiculous, but it bothers me.”

You studied her for a moment, your thumb brushing lightly along her jawline. “You’re jealous,” you stated, your voice firm.

Her hesitation was brief before she nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. “Yes, Master. I know I shouldn’t be, but I can’t help it.”

You leaned closer, your breath brushing her ear as you spoke. “You have no reason to be. You’re mine, Jieun. Fully. And no one else will ever have what you do.”

Her shoulders relaxed, the tension visibly melting from her frame as your words sank in. “Yes, Master,” she whispered, her gaze steady and filled with quiet trust.

“Good,” you said, stepping back slightly. “Now lower your skirt and sit down. We’ll address this properly another time.”

Her fingers trembled faintly as she obeyed, smoothing her skirt before settling back into her chair. The fire in her gaze had returned, not in defiance but in renewed resolve.

-----

Later that day, Jieun sat in her office, her posture as precise and flawless as ever, a picture of control to anyone who might glance in. Yet beneath the composed exterior, tension simmered. Her gaze, fixed through the glass wall, betrayed the turmoil inside. The faint hum of the office—the murmur of voices, the rhythmic tapping of keyboards—blurred into the background. Her world had narrowed to you.

You stood among a small group of coworkers, the easy confidence in your demeanor commanding the space effortlessly. The faint smile on your lips as you responded to a comment drew their attention naturally, as it always did. Jieun’s eyes lingered on you, her focus unrelenting as she tracked your every movement.

And then, her gaze shifted to the woman standing closest to you. She laughed lightly at something you said, her voice lilting and cheerful. There was nothing overtly unusual about the sound, yet it grated against Jieun in a way she couldn’t explain. The tilt of the woman’s body, leaning toward you ever so slightly, struck Jieun as far too familiar.

Her fingers tightened subtly around the pen in her hand.

Another laugh followed, the woman’s body language relaxed and open as she turned toward you. Her hand, gesturing as she spoke, lingered briefly against your arm. The touch wasn’t blatant, yet the intimacy of the motion was unmistakable in Jieun’s eyes. Her breath hitched slightly, her chest tightening as jealousy surged despite her efforts to suppress it.

Her grip on the pen grew firmer, her knuckles whitening against the polished surface.

He told me not to be jealous, she thought bitterly, her jaw tightening as her eyes darted back to the scene. He said I had no reason to be. But reason had little bearing on the emotions that churned inside her. The logical part of her knew the interaction meant nothing. The woman’s laughter, the casual brush of her hand against your sleeve—it was all meaningless.

And yet, it wasn’t meaningless to Jieun.

Her gaze returned to you. The faint curve of your lips, the slight tilt of your head as you engaged with them, made her chest ache with something deeper than irritation. She clenched her jaw tighter, the control she prided herself on slipping further out of reach with every passing second.

The woman’s laugh rang out again, light and carefree, her body leaning just a fraction closer to you. It was casual. Innocuous. And infuriating.

The pen groaned faintly in her grasp, the sound lost in the din of her own thoughts.

When the woman’s fingers brushed your sleeve once more, lingering for just a moment too long, it shattered the last thread of Jieun’s composure. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her breathing shallow as her mind waged a losing battle against the heat rising in her chest.

Why am I like this? she thought, angered at herself as much as at the scene before her. Why can’t I just let it go?

With a sharp snap, the pen broke in her hand.

The sound, though soft, seemed deafening in the stillness of her office. She stared down at the two fractured pieces in her palm, her expression frozen, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady herself. The sharp contrast of ink against her pale skin mirrored the turbulence roiling inside her.

Outside the glass, the group continued their conversation, your calm presence unchanged, the woman’s laughter carrying faintly into the room. They remained oblivious to the storm behind Jieun’s closed door, unaware of the fire they’d unknowingly stoked.

[guksfairy]

melonpan | JJK

SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST | PLAYLIST

wc: 1.3k

notes: fluff, barista hits on jk... :), unbothered y/n <3

enjoy ! <3

“We could go to that new cafe that just opened up?” You suggest. Jungkook’s eyes are on the road, his left hand on the steering wheel, and his right on your thigh.

You had both planned to spend the day together as neither you nor Jungkook had any classes and there was a gentle breeze of cold. The sky was filled with clouds daring to rain or snow. It was weather you didn’t mind much. In fact, you welcomed it. It made you want to lay in bed wrapped around blankets with Jungkook watching a movie.

There was only a problem. Neither one of you had anything planned for the day. You both just knew you wanted to spend the day with one another.

“Sure, didn’t they open it last month?”

“Yeah but I was waiting for it to die down a bit so it’s not too crowded when you and I go,” you say and when he stops at a red light he hands you his phone to put the directions.

Perhaps you didn’t wait long enough. The cafe was still somewhat crowded with only a table or two available for customers.

Your arm was wrapped around Jungkook’s as you take notice of the space and area. They had already placed a couple Christmas decorations here and there. Finally, your eyes land on the pastries displayed near the front counter.

Gasping you tap Jungkook’s shoulder as you wait in line for your turn, “Koo look they have melonpan!” You say pointing to a pastry you loved.

You had first tasted it a couple years back when you, Jimin, Eunwoo, and Areum had visited Japan for your high school graduation trip. Remembering how delicious it tasted then, you wondered if it would still be just as good.

“If you want I can place our order and you just worry about securing us a table,” Jungkook suggests and you nod thinking it’s for the best. Realizing that there was now only one table open.

“Okay I’ll be over at that one,” you point to the empty table next to the window and he nods, taking your hand and giving it a kiss before you walk away to the table.

After two others in front of Jungkook had placed their order, it’s finally his turn.

“Hi-oh,” the barista seems to be taken back but Jungkook gives it no thought as she tries her rehearsed introduction again, “Sorry-my name is Jieun. Can I get your name for this order?” Jungkook replies with his name and she continues, “What can I get for you today?” with giggles sprinkled throughout the sentence Jungkook, again, gives it no thought and orders what you wanted along with his order.

“Can I also get a melonpan-the pink rabbit shaped one,” he points to the pastry knowing you’d love that one, “Of course. Anything else?” and Jungkook shakes his head no.

“Your total is ₩7,000,” that is what gets Jungkook’s attention.

“Woah this cafe’s prices are cheap,” he says and looks down at the card reader ready to scan his phone for payment.

“Well the total is ₩14,200 but I thought I’d give you half and some off. On the house,” Jungkook looks up at her. Her face is flushed and she’s smiling as wide as she can, she takes a strand of her hair and places it behind her ear.

“Excuse me?”

“I just thought you were cute and I’d pay for your food. Sort of shooting my shot here,” she giggles and covers her mouth in shyness.

Jungkook looks in your direction, the light from outside is hitting you so pretty you look like an angel, but your focused on your phone that’s on its side. He assumes you’re playing that game where you care for cats or something. He doesn’t remember the details of your game but he knows you put his name down as your significant other in it.

“Just because you’re cute doesn’t mean I’ll let you hold up the line,” the voice takes him out of his train of thought and he’s back at staring at the girl in front of him.

“Can I just pay for the full amount?”

“You don’t want my discount?”

“I just think it would make my gorgeous girlfriend uncomfortable,” Jungkook’s finger points to you, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration at your game and he can’t help but smile.

“Girlfriend?”

“Can I pay?”

The girl doesn’t say anything else as she removes the discount from his order and allows him to pay for everything. She avoids speaking and eye contact as the transaction is approved and his receipt comes out of the register.

“Next!” she yells and looks right behind him.

Jungkook laughs to himself as he walks towards you and pulls out the chair in front of you.

“You won’t believe what happened,”

“The barista hit on you?” you say and turn your phone off giving him your full attention.

Did you hear the conversation? Regardless, you didn’t look upset nor jealous, in fact you had a smirk on your face and a slight wiggle to your eyebrows, teasing him.

He couldn’t help but laugh at your actions.

“Yes actually,”

“I was just guessing but I wouldn’t have doubted it. Look at you,” you lean forward and cup his face, gently rubbing his cheeks with you thumb. Jungkook’s heart melted on the spot.

You didn’t notice the way the barista at the front counter rolled her eyes when she turned to look for Jungkook and saw you cupping his face.

“She offered me half off on my total but I denied it,” he says and you gasp.

“We could have gotten half off?”

“Y/N~,” he says and you giggle when you see his semi-serious expression.

“I’m kidding my love,” you kiss his nose and lean back into your chair.

“What’d she say when you told her you had a super cute hot girlfriend?” you playfully ask and his arm goes across the table to hold your hand in his.

“Nothing. She sort of stayed quiet and didn’t even look at me anymore,” Jungkook recalls and you let out a small laugh.

Serves her right for trying to get with your man.

After about 5 minutes of you showing Jungkook your 12 cats and how you named them all, your order was finally called.

“For Jungkook!”

“I’ll be right back,” Jungkook gets up from his seat and you watch as he walks to the side counter where your yummy bread and warm beverages were sitting.

“Would you like any straws or stirring sticks?” the male barista asks and Jungkook shakes his head no.

“By the way man, your friend is really pretty. Is she seeing anyone?” the guy says looking directly at you. Your starring back, at Jungkook, with a smile.

“Yeah. Me,” this time Jungkook wasn’t trying to be polite. He stared at the guy with intensity as his smile faded and he apologized to Jungkook.

Jungkook grabs your drinks and the little paper bag holding your pastry before rolling his eyes and turning to walk back to you.

He doesn’t hesitate in his actions.

He sets the three items down on the table and takes the seat next to you this time.

He grabs you gently by your chin and kisses you. You don’t mind it. Considering that the girl was still starring at Jungkook when he was talking with the guy up front, you more than welcomed his public display affection.

As he pulls away he makes sure to kiss your nose before properly sitting and displaying your food and beverage in front of you.

“Everything okay?” you giggle.

“I just think I need to let everybody in this goddamn cafe know that we’re together,” he replies and you laugh before tearing off a piece of your melonpan and feeding it to him.

[angelplummie]

OKAY FIRST OF ALL HEY BABY IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH

And yesssss I see the update where you’re writing for killing stalking!!! 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩 literally going to die I’m so happy

BUT OKAY, a chubby reader (yk your girl thicc 🤪) yandere/toxic relationship/SMUTTT with Sangwoo where he cheats on Y/n all the time but she’s cocky because he always comes back to them. Then one day Sangwoo gets upset by Y/n’s cockiness and he teaches her a lesson…..

I LOVE YOU BABE AND MUAHHH I MISSED YOU

LOSING YOU

OH SANGWOON X FEM!CHUBBY!READER

cw: degrading, dubcon, implied kidnapping, references to murder, infidelity, he’s just super mean and weird, jealousy, threats of murder

a/n: this one is so fucking late and i’m sorry but i did it! this is going to flop because i never post and it’s a weird one so reblog please i love you

“Y/N? You awake?”

Of course you are, you always wait for him.

“Yes. You’re back late.”

Your voice was quiet with fatigue, but he could hear you alright as he removed his clothes and dropped them beside the bed. You had your back to him, but you could hear the soft thud of his jeans coming down to the hardwood floor, you could hear his shirt land on the edge of the bed. The house was eerily quiet when he wasn’t there, you didn’t like when he was gone. He always came back though. Always.

“Yeah, I was talking to this girl, Jieun. She goes to the same university as me.”

He lifted the covers and slotted himself behind you, your ass tucked right into his crotch, and he slung his big arm across your chest. You could smell him, he reeked of alcohol and girl. You’re sure if you turned around you would see his neck littered in hickeys, the top of his shoulders covered in nail marks. It was the same every time he went out, but what did that matter?

Those girls may think they’ve done it, gotten sangwoo to ’open up’, show them the ‘real him’, but they’re wrong. They’re all wrong. Only you know sangwoo, the real him. He probably tells all those girls about some version of his tragic past, his abusive father, his suicidal mother, and they think they know all there is to know about him. Until the next day and there’s parts of them rotting in sangwoo’s trunk.

You know everything. And you love him anyway. You are the only one for him, and you know it. He always comes back. You know he belongs to you. With you. He needs you like air, every day he comes home and fucks you like an animal, holds you tight, kisses you, he’s even soft with you, real sappy and disgusting. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that he likes you a lot, he just... has a short attention span. You’re all he thinks of when he gets home, and it’s not like he really thinks about the other girls. You know it means less than nothing to him with them, and that’s all that matters. And when they’re dead afterwards, there no competition of who he likes more. You were never a jealous type anyway.

“I had sex with her in the men’s bathroom. From behind, against the wall. Then up against the mirror.”

Well, that was new.

“Oh?” you said, ”Did you have fun?”

He never told you the details of his flings, he just didn’t try to hide them, so this was strange. Maybe it was a close call with the authorities and he’s anxious about it.

You feel an curt exhale on your back.

“Of course I had fun. She’s not dead if that’s what you’re thinking. We just fucked.”

Why was sangwoo being so strange?

“Ok,” you turned around to face him, still in his hold. You noticed it’s getting tighter. Just as you thought, you could see blotchy pink hickeys on his neck in the dimming light. His face was neutral, unreadable looking down at you. You can’t lie, he was intimidating like this. To survive sangwoo, to live with him, you have to read him, and read him you cannot.

“Are you alright sangwoo?”

“Obviously,” he snapped, before sighing,

”Don’t you even want to have sex?”

You nearly laughed, but it’s in your best interest not to.

“You mean right now? Aren’t you tired?”

“No I’m not tired!” his voice booms, and you flinch against the covers.

He rolled you over to your back and now he loomed above you, something burning in his eyes. His hands were either side of your face, and his knees caged in your body, tapering in at the thighs, pushing the fat around to a near painful squeeze.

“Whats wrong with you? Aren’t you angry? I fucked someone else, stupid bitch.”

Mouth slightly agape, you tried to process. You didn’t even react to the name calling anymore, although the throb of hurt would never go away.

“You want me to be angry with you?”

“No, of course I don’t. I just want to know why you’re so ok that I cheated on you.”

You had absolutely no idea what was going on, and you were afraid to ask.

Isn’t this every mans dream? A girl that doesn’t care when he sleeps around? What’s his problem?

“Sangwoo...” you breathed, struggling to find the words. You were so confused.

“You always come back,” you wait a second, and when he doesn’t seem to be appeased, you continue, “I don’t care because you always come back to me. I know you like me best, that’s all I care about.”

His frown falters, momentarily, before a meaner, colder look takes his face. In the darkness he’s still beautiful and terrifying.

He hated that you make him burn. Sangwoo doesn’t burn for anyone, he burns people. And yet, everything about you is so... he can’t put it into words how he needs you. The thought of you with another man makes him close to violence, very close. So why can’t you do the same? Why don’t you care? He knows you love him, he isn’t an idiot. But... you aren’t showing it how he wants. Maybe you’ve gotten a little too comfortable. Maybe he needs to rectify that.

“You think I need you that much?” his voice had dropped an octave, gotten quieter. You knew to be careful now.

“No, but-“

“You do, don’t you? You think I’m your lovesick puppy? You think you’re in control?”

“Sangwoo, you’re not-“

“Don’t try and deny it.” his face was blank, totally blank, eyes boring into yours. He stares at you a while longer, and when he got no reply, he continued.

“Well, you’re wrong Y/N. I don’t need you. You need me.”

“I know Sangwoo, I do need you,” your voice shook, heat of the bed doing nothing to quell the cold creeping up your spine.

“Do you think you’re the only one that makes me cum?”

“No, but-“

“But I’m the only one that makes you cum?”

“Well, yes-“

“So what are you so smug about? Get up.”

He leant back, away from you to let you obey him, and got up slowly, towering above you. He stood expectantly, and you stared up at him from the mattress, not quite sure what to think.

“I said, get up,” his tone was sharp, it was hard to disobey.

You pushed yourself up as fast as you could manage, rocking gently to your feet. Your arms hung awkwardly at your sides, you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. His glare was unforgiving, but you couldn’t deny the throb in your clit at the anticipation.

“Turn around.”

And you did, a thrill running through your body. You were still stood stock still when he pried your arms from your sides and he pushed you against the wall, body pressing up against you. It hurt a little, but he was quick to make you forget.

Hands gripping your waist, he ground himself against your plump ass. Your hands were in front of you, bracing yourself against the wall. You made chopped breaths and little whimpers as he groaned into your skin, getting more and more annoyed at you; you drive him insane, why are you so calm? Why can’t you be like he is? You should be stupider, need him more. What the fuck is wrong with you?

He stopped grinding his erection on you all of a sudden, grip not relaxing for a second. Your eyes darted around the icy dark, heart thundering in your chest, face still against the wall.

“Sangwoo...” you whimpered, and he could feel the heart beat of your fat little pussy, “please, keep going.”

He huffed from his nose and his breathe ran down you neck once again.

“Then beg.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you stopped to process what he had said.

“Are you deaf? I told you to beg. Beg for me if you really want me that bad. Prove it.”

“Oh!”, you started as it clicked in your head, and the throbbing of your pussy became insatiable,”Please Sangwoo! Please, give it to me, please! I need you, please!”

He smiled at the whininess in your voice, the desperation. The need.

“I still don’t know if you deserve it,” he had taken on a playful tone now, temper seemingly subdued by your little display.

“Sangwoo!” you whined in protest, desperately pushing back into him. He groaned breathily at the feeling of your ass pressed right into him, the fat cushioning his cock teasingly.

His dick throbbed and he gave in,

“Fine, I’ll give it to you. You really are pathetic you know that?”

And he yanked down your tiny little pyjama shorts, to find your bare pussy underneath.

“Anything I tell you to do you do it.”

Your eyes squeezed shut and you yelped when he delivers a sharp slap between your legs, spread awkwardly open for him against the wall.

“But you still act like your better than me.”

He pressed against the small of your back with one hand, keeping you squashed tightly against the wall, chubby cheeks squishing at the pressure. With the other hand, he hastily undid the zip of his jeans, pulling them down around his thighs. Erection bobbing against your bare ass, he pulled his boxers down to his jeans and you stifled a whimper at the anticipation.

He always got weird like this when he was angry, and mostly you just had to stick it through. He would calm down after he had had his way with you.

Slowly, he lined up, relishing in the little whimpers coming from you. And he pushed in, groaning at how fucking wet you were. It was nearly impossible to go slow, you were so soft and he was angry at you, and yet he did, for fear he would cum too quick if he didn’t.

“You’re not better than me, alright?”

You huff, the stretch of his thick cock making you tense.

“Alright?”

“Yes,” you whined through pouty, drooly lips,”I’m not better than you. I’m sorry Sangwoo, I’m really sorry.”

“tsk,” he gives you one grind of his hips, nestling his enormous cock into you,”You’re just saying that ‘cause you want me to fuck you.”

“No! That’s not it.”

Tears were blurring your vision and you fought with your entire being not to moan, feeling his fat dick rub warm against your insides. He was moving ever so slightly to torment you, make you feel guilty for wanting to moan like a bitch when your poor boyfriend was so upset at you. You knew you had to keep talking, because he still wasn’t moving, and the feeling was enough to drive you mad.

“I love you, Sangwoo, I promise, it’s not-“

But suddenly, he started drawing in and out of you, not slow but not fast either. You let out a gasp of relief, and he smirks behind you.

“Alright, that’s enough outta you. Just take my dick like a good slut. Ohh fuck-“

You squeezed hard and his hips stuttered, pace increasing involuntarily.

He fucked hard into your gummy cunt, and you dripped down onto his balls. Eyes rolling back, he let out a string of grunts right next to your ear, making you shudder.

“See how I got you?” he said breathlessly, gripping the fat of your waist so hard it will probably bruise. The feeling of his breath against your neck made your stomach flip.

“This is just how I was fucking her,” and he drove into you again, grunting.

“I’m fucking you just like I was fucking her.”

You can only whine in response, something he takes as dismay. It pleased him.

“She was tighter,” his balls slap on your clit,”Not such a whore.”

Drool is inched past you lips, but you’ve gone limp in his grasp, only able to brace yourself against the wall. You heard him, but you’re unable to think about what he’s saying. You mumbled,”yeah, yeah, yeah”, he likes to be listened to.

“Maybe I should just get rid of you and keep her instead, maybe she’d be more fucking grateful”

Your breath hitched and there’s a sinking feeling in your stomach. You froze, and he laughed.

“That got your attention, didn’t it?”

You whined as his cock ploughed against your insides, cheek mushing against the wall. But that sinking feeling got deeper.

“Shit,” he hissed, his pace slowing,”I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum inside you.”

You hummed, still panting.

That feeling of dread didn’t fade. It didn’t fade when he came inside you, gruff grunting and a punishing grip on your waist. It didn’t fade as he pulled out, let go of you and let you fall to the ground. It didn’t fade as you felt his presence behind you, staring down at the top of your head.

And it didn’t fade as he walked away, back into bed, called you to him like he loved you. Told you that he loved you, kisses your temple.

And as you crawled into his arms, shaken, sweating, Sangwoo smiles. You need him to keep you alive.

You need him.

His hand rested over your chest, he could feel your heart rate. He could feel your fear. And it made him happy.

You were as afraid of losing him as he was of losing you.

[txtaetertots]

HOPELESSLY DEVOTED 48: the promposal

[ synopsis ] you’re trying to get into your dream school. beomgyu’s just trying to pass a class. the only way to ensure you both get what you want is to work together. very closely.

[ notes ] it’s happening at last 🥹

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Tonight was the night.

YN had planned this night down to every last possible detail. From her outfit, the path they would take, the order in which they’d eat the picnic she prepared, to even which patch of grass they’d lay their blanket on. To say she was nervous was an understatement. If she could describe the way her palms were sweating and ears ringing, she’d say she was likely petrified.

Confessions aren’t the easiest things to do. You’re putting yourself in a vulnerable position by laying all your feelings and emotions down to someone and not knowing what reaction they would have was the scariest part. YN has been assured many times by her friends and members of the club that Beomgyu must have genuine feelings for her. No one could ignore the way his face lit up whenever she entered the room. Or, the way he’d smile like a lovesick fool as he watched her perform. He stuck beside her like gum at rehearsals. His feelings were obvious.

But, YN still had her doubts. She hasn’t experienced being in a relationship throughout high school. She wasn’t sure what signs to look for to determine whether or not someone liked her back. From the beginning, Beomgyu and her both stressed the fact that everything they did was part of the plan to get comfortable with acting as a couple on stage. And their plan worked beautifully. Everyone became obsessed with their dynamic both onstage and off. They had a connection anyone with sense could see.

So, when she was planning her daring promposal with Yunjin, she knew she wanted to pay homage to the place that started it all. The Han River.

Their first “date” was at the Han River, Beomgyu’s favorite place to take his dates. He always chose it because it allowed him to connect with the girls he was seeing. But, no one has ever come close to giving him the same feeling his ex-girlfriend Jieun gave him. Jieun was his first love and the first girl he bared his heart and soul to. Even though it’s been nearly over two years since they broke up, Beomgyu thought about her constantly. It wasn’t until he met YN did he begin to think about her less and less. Eventually, all he could think about was YN. Her smile. Her laugh. Her hair. Her skin. Her voice. Her perfume. Her.

Even at this moment as they walked side by side down the same path they took on their first “date”, all he could do was stare at her. Even when she pointed her phone camera at him, he was looking only at her. All he wanted to do was take in every last moment he had with her while he had the chance.

It wasn’t until they arrived at their destination did Beomgyu realize what was going on. He noticed the path they took, the patch of grass they set up on, and the outfit YN wore. It was just like their first date. He sat beside YN on the blanket, a wide grin on his face as he watched her set up the picnic she brought along.

“What’s all this?” He asked, tone full of wonder.

“I thought it would be really special if we recreated our first date as our last,” YN replied, displaying a shy smile as she tried to avoid looking at Beomgyu as she explained. “We barely knew each other then, but now, I feel like I’ve known you my whole life. It’s like coming full circle, no?”

Beomgyu had an expression of utter amazement on his face. She put so much effort into this final “date”. He was touched she went through all this trouble for them. It made the moment even sweeter.

They ate the picnic spread, enjoying laughs and deep conversation. There were a lot of things Beomgyu loved about YN. But, her laughter was one of the best. Knowing she was happy made him feel better about everything that’s been going on the last few weeks. Even though he was miserable trying to figure out what to do about his heart, it brought him peace of mind knowing she was doing just fine.

“So, did you enjoy being a drama kid these last two months?” YN asked, happily popping a grape in her mouth. Beomgyu huffed a laugh, leaning back on his hands on the blanket. He thought for a moment before turning his head to look at YN facing him, legs crossed and the container of grapes in her lap.

“I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would,” he confessed, gaze lingering on the slight blush spreading across YN’s cheeks.

“Uhm,” YN cleared her throat, brushing off her palms before reaching into her picnic bag for the last item she prepared. Beomgyu sat up straight, adjusting his body to face her. She pulled out a green bento box like the kind she always brought for their lunch sessions.

Her fingers fiddled with the lid, hands shaking slightly as she placed the box on her lap. She looked up at Beomgyu, curiosity painted his face. “I brought you something special,” she said.

Beomgyu smiled, taking the box from her hands and holding it in his own lap. He gently propped open the lid, the smile on his face faded as he looked at the contents of the bento.

Four pieces of kimbap lined up; and, on each, a piece of seaweed lettering cutout and placed to spell: PROM?

He looked up at her, eyes wide. YN could feel her chest begin to cave in on itself, the nerves too much to cope with. She took a deep breath, hands reaching down to grip the blanket for some kind of support. It was now or never.

“Ah, I, I uhm,” YN stuttered. Beomgyu reached out, grabbing her hand from the blanket and held it in his own. He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles, trying to relax her. She gripped his hand, taking one last deep breath before finally coming clean.

“Beomie, I like you,” She confessed, locking eyes with him. “I wasn’t sure whether or not this was just a proximity thing or if I was just too far into this whole situation we’re in. But, now I’m sure. I’m sure that once this is all over, I still want to be close to you. I still want to talk to you and see you like how I do now. I really like you, Choi Beomgyu.”

No turning back. YN fought the urge to run away before hearing what he had to say. The uncertainty in his expression was scary, and she didn’t know what he was thinking.

“Prom is the next big school event after the spring production,” she continued. “It’s a good chance for us to be together and figure out if this is worth pursuing. But, honestly, I think I already know it is.”

Beomgyu remained silent. His shock rendered him speechless. He tried to process everything at once. Now he knows YN feels the same. She’s asking him to prom. She wants to pursue what they could have together, just like him. She wants to be with him the way he wants to be with her. It couldn’t have been made easier for him to decide what to do.

YN anxiously awaited his response, her face hot from the blush. His silence felt like an eternity although it was less than a minute. Within that minute, the mere sound of the river waves and people conversing around them only amplified YN’s uneasiness. But, as Beomgyu adjusted himself, parting his lips slightly, she felt her hope start to flourish. She couldn’t help the way her smile widened, anticipating the answer she had imagined receiving all week.

“YN,” He said softly. His grip on her hand slowly released. “We can’t.”

Her smile dropped almost in an instant. The color from her face draining, gaze falling down to the bento in Beomgyu’s lap. Her vision became hazy as tears began pooling at the brim of her eyes. The sting took her attention off the sound of her own heart-shattering.

“I’m so sorry,” Beomgyu practically whispered. “But, we’re just… not compatible.”

He couldn’t stop thinking about what Yeonjun told him. He was right and Beomgyu hated it. YN’s future was bright, and she couldn’t possibly get to where she belonged if Beomgyu was in her way. He decided there was just no room for him in her future. He thought it would hurt less to follow through with his original plan of stopping things before they manifested into something greater. But, what he didn’t expect was YN taking the leap to ask him to prom and confess. And, as he watched the tears streaming down YN’s face, Beomgyu felt a pain he could barely fight through.

This wasn’t the response YN had been anticipating. Everyone around her had been so sure that Beomgyu felt the same, and she even though she had her doubts, she started to think just maybe it was true. But here she was, sitting in front of him with tears in her eyes as he rejected her promposal in the most gentle way he could. Even then, he was doing his best to be so incredibly kind and attentive to her. And somehow, that just hurt more.

“No, I’m sorry,” YN choked out, wiping her face with her palms. “I should’ve known better than to buy into the act we were putting up. How embarrassing.”

YN tried to laugh it off through sniffles, but the tears just kept coming.

“Wait, YN, that’s not what I meant,” Beomgyu puled. He pushed aside the bento box, trying to reach out to her. But, YN held her hands up, stopping him. She shook her head and began collecting her things.

“It’s okay, Beomgyu, you don’t have to explain,” She sniffled, avoiding eye contact as she got herself up on her feet. “Let’s just leave it at this.”

Beomgyu winced, hearing her refer to him by his full name in that tone. “Where are you going?” His voice was desperate, arm still reaching out to her, hoping she wouldn’t go.

“I think it’s time to call it a night,” She sighed, wiping her last tear. “I’ll see you at opening night. Good luck.”

She walked away, leaving Beomgyu on the blanket alone. He fought back his own tears as he watched her go. There was just no other way this could have ended. It was good it ended. Wasn’t it? This way she can go to New York without worry like she originally planned. This way the distance wouldn’t distract her the way it would him. This way she could focus on her career, reaching the stage she was meant to be on. This way… Beomgyu wouldn’t have to say goodbye to her the way he had to say goodbye to Jieun.

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@vienrose Yeji [talking] @anqlicstars Yoonah [interested]

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[authorhjk1]

Hello I’m the the dude who requested the IU bdsm them guy.

Ahh ic. Upper room is basically An S&M party where the main sluts are used in any ways to serve the house in a bdsm theme . ahhaha just thought that would be fitting!!

Although im not a big fan of Jennie , was thinking maybe Irene could come in to help in domming both seulgi and jieun. But am okay with your choice author!! As long as the focus in seulgi and IU haha. But it’s your preference ultimately! Love what you will write nonetheless and believe it will be a banger

Ah okay. Thanks for the details. I'll make sure to add a nice plot twist to it, so stay tuned.

[hctissue]

*ੈ🎄✩‧₊ It’s Christmas - is a holiday special single by the South Korean girl group, Hot Issue released by PetalPond entertainment on December 15 2023. It has a total of two tracks, the title track 'It’s Christmas' and the instrumental version of 'Its Christmas'. The single was made available in a physics and digital copy. 

The girls did not promote this song on music shows etc, instead they promoted it through different versions of it, for example, the official music video, a recording version, a live version, and an acapella version on their official platforms.

🎁✩‧₊ FIND YOUR PHOTOCARD HERE !

*ੈ🎄✩‧₊ TRACKLIST !

It's Christmas (TITTLE TRACK)

It's Christmas Instrumentals

🎁✩‧₊ HOLIDAYS ISSUE - PHYSICAL ALBUM PACKAGING !

1 disc  +  photobook  (26 photos)   +  one random photocard out of six  +  one festive posters + two holiday postcards  +  special holiday letters from each member + stickers

The era styling was SO GOOD, despite not being promoted on award shows the girls styling in the music video was STUNNING!

Despite being describe as 'PetalPond trying to make a quick buck' this was generally a very fun release from the girls.

In fans perspective the funniest part of this comeback was stellas contributions to the lyrics, 'I don't see you when your sleeping, cause its creepy'

the live and acapella version of the song is definitely the fan favourite version of this song.

the girls spent a lot of time vlogging and filming on variety shows around the time of the release of this song.

EVERYONES fav part of this release was Jieuns breath taking visual showcase, in her teaser, STUNNING.

The girls also covered popular English holiday songs in this time, jingle bell rock, snowman, last Christmas, and so many more.

Only Stella (for her one line^) was credited for lyrics.

Soomin commented how she didnt feel very attached to this song because she didnt grow up celebrating Christmas, later going into detail about their Christmas activity as a group and how they made her feel.

The girls did a secret santa between the six of them, Petal getting Soomin, Soomin getting Melody, Melody getting Sooyeon, Sooyeon getting Jieun, Jieun getting Stella and Stella getting Petal.

The gifts consisted mostly of gift cards and clothing. Except for Melody who got Sooyeon a brand new set of reeds for her clarinet.

Jieun cut her hair back to the short shoulder length bob she had a few comebacks back.

Petal was dotted on a lot in the promotions, especially the dance bts dance performance video, due to her ankle injury she got last comeback.

[braceletofteeth]

If things were to go differently and Seokyoon could live somehow, how do you think he'd fit into the finale as a survivor rather than a victim? I'd love to hear your thoughts if you have the time!

Hey, hey! Guess who finally had the time :D

Alright, take a seat and make yourself comfortable, anon. Let's get deep into this.

First thing we need to do is determine how Seokyoon could have survived Eden. That's precisely what's gonna answer your question. You change the time and circumstances of his survival, you change his role in the story.

If Seokyoon was given something substantial to be afraid of before Moonjo's ambush on the 4th floor, he'd be inclined (I hope?) to escape and/or contact the police. And, sure, we saw how well both these routes went for Jongwoo, but please consider for this that Seokyoon has advantages that Jongwoo didn't have.

In the police route, he has the advantage of having Jongwoo to back him up in his accusations, and perhaps initiating an investigation that would either put the gang in prison or make the circus leave town sooner.

In the escaping route, he'd only need enough money for a bus/train ticket. He'd be fine, as long as he didn't take Jongwoo with him. Taking Jongwoo with him, or going with Jongwoo back to his hometown, would put him right in the center of Moonjo's radar. Seokyoon's advantage in this route is that nobody would go after him, because he's just a guy that may or may not know something, and no one would bother with that. If he takes Moonjo's obsession away from him, though... Well. There's no surviving that.

Jongwoo's words weren't enough to make Seokyoon leave in the original storyline, which is what led Seokyoon to investigate the 4th floor, looking for something to prove his/their suspicions. The two routes I presented so far could only work if Seokyoon had found proof and made it out of there alive, meaning no Moonjo and his weird sixth sense that tells him when someone is about to ruin his plans.

If Moonjo still finds Seokyoon there, it’s not game over yet, but he’d still have all the intention to take his teeth (you’d need some kind of deux ex machina to avoid this one, because Moonjo is definitely not—out of the kindness in his heart—letting a witness go when he's so close to his goal; especially not one he despises). The only question is if Moonjo is still letting him meet with Jongwoo or not.

Something I’d like to emphasize about Seokyoon and Jongwoo’s encounter specifically is that it did not need to happen at all. It was a caprice on Moonjo’s part, to prove a point. He was being cruel, and he wanted Seokyoon to fail. He knew Seokyoon would fail, otherwise he wouldn't have arranged it.

But let's consider he was wrong, and it backfired.

If Seokyoon didn’t cooperate with Moonjo’s instructions and babbled the truth to Jongwoo, or if Jongwoo just stayed a little longer and noticed his injured ankle, Moonjo would be in a position where he'd have no choice but to intervene. Seokyoon’s ankle is hard evidence—of assault, at least. One picture of that sent to Officer Soh, or a phone call to her, and there's the cops knocking at your door, immediately.

That won't do. Moonjo would have to stop them. Such a hassle! Knock both out, because he still needs Seokyoon’s teeth to complete the bracelet, and he takes the teeth while the victims are still alive (there's a procedure!). Keep both Seokyoon and Jongwoo unconscious until he finishes, because Jongwoo needs to be using the bracelet when Moonjo talks him into killing the others (Jongwoo is free to choose how he’s going to do it, of course, but the bracelet needs to be on his wrist).

In this scenario, there’s no Jieun. No need for that, when Jongwoo has proven he cares so much about Seokyoon, right? Moonjo keeps him alive the way he did with her, and everything proceeds as it did in the original storyline, except with Seokyoon in Jieun’s place, more or less unconscious the whole time.

And that’s a very important detail! Seokyoon can’t, by no means, be conscious during the massacre. The only reason Jieun, Jeonghwa and Mr. Ahn are still alive is that they were pretty much out of it while people around them were dying, so they don’t know the details, and, as survivors, they are going to testify on Jongwoo’s behalf, no matter the statement he gives the authorities.

Jongwoo considers Seokyoon a friend and he may trust him (when paranoia gives him a break), but there’s no reason for Moonjo to trust him as well. He’s not letting a witness walk free in the world with the power to put Jongwoo in jail at their convenience. You don’t get this far by being reckless.

Other than that, yes, I think Seokyoon would be fine in this one.

There’s also a route where Jongwoo doesn’t stay, Moonjo takes Seokyoon’s teeth anyway, but the other residents don’t get to kill him. Cross your fingers for this one, though, because it’s a close. Maybe they postpone it and forget about him long enough that they die first, or maybe the wounds they make aren’t enough to kill him (I’ve recently read a fic where it happened like that! They thought he was dead, but his heart was still beating when the paramedics arrived).

So these are a few divergences that could more-or-less-realistically have saved Seokyoon's life. As a survivor, I imagine he'd be no different from the others, and would stand by Jongwoo's side. I don't know what kind of help they received, but hopefully enough to put all of them back on their feet.

Seokyoon had a tough upbringing, with his parents abandoning him and he and his grandma struggling with poverty, until she died and left him too. He was already a survivor before Eden, and I believe he'd find the strength to carry on with his life (and maybe his dream, too).

However, depending on the circumstances of his survival and how much he experienced there, his spirit may unfortunately never be as high as it has been once—as in, he might survive, but he won't be the same as we remember him.

[lgcmanager]

NOTORIETY TIERS 014

SCHEDULE TYPE: N/A RESTRICTIONS: only open to anyone who has 200 NOTORIETY and is an IDOL ( who debuted in a permanent group ), ACTOR, or MODEL.

as a reward for people’s dedication and hard work towards the rp, we have opened this for anyone who has met specific requirements. this new concept also allows for our members to plan their muses’ career outside of roleplay-sponsored events. more details about the notoriety tier can be located in THIS GUIDE created by ADMIN *! since this is a new concept for all of us, if you do have any questions pertaining to the guide, feel free to message the main!

for MAY, we listed the muses that are eligible for this opportunity and the tier they belong in:

AHN YEIN ( @lgcyein ): tier 4

BAEK SEONA ( @lgcseona ): tier 4

CHA HYOSEOP ( @lgchyoseop ): tier 3

CHOI KAI ( @lgckai ): tier 1

HAN JISOO ( @lgcjisoo ): tier 5

KIM CHERRY ( @cherrylgc ): tier 2

KIM JINSEO ( @lgcjinseo ): tier 9

KIM JINYOUNG ( @lgcjinyoung ): tier 5

KIM NAYOUNG ( @lgcnayoung ): tier 3

KWON SENA ( @lgcsena ): tier 2

LEE HYUNSOO ( @hyunsoolgc ): tier 2

LEE JIHO ( @lgcjiho ): tier 10

LEE MINJI ( @lgcxminji ): tier 4

LIM SANGHYUN ( @lgcsanghyun ): tier 9

MOON HAYOUNG ( @lgchayoung ): tier 6

PONGSAK TEE ( @lgctee ): tier 3

SEO MINSEO ( @lgcminseo ): tier 2

SHIN JIEUN ( @lgcjieun ): tier 4

SON NABI ( @lgcnabi ): tier 5

SU PARKER ( @lgcparker ): tier 4

WATANABE MIYU ( @lgcmiyu ): tier 3

YU MILAN ( @lgcmilan ): tier 3

for this cycle, most of the gigs will be scheduled for JULY-SEPTEMBER depending on the claims submitted. please keep this in mind with the details mentioned below AND when deciding on the gigs ( if you want to do one that is time-sensitive ).

GIG RESTRICTIONS

for DRAMAS, we will only be allowing TWO new dramas because these dramas will last until the end of Q3-Q4 2024 ! since 'MY LOVELY LIAR' is the only drama airing during Q3, only OSTs can be claimed from that drama. HOWEVER, the mun is expected to submit their gig posts EARLY to give the admod team enough time to review and process them.

as for SONGWRITING/MUSICAL ARRANGEMENT claims, here are a list of songs that are claimable:

bloom - twice ( b-side / crystallis )

cool with you - new jeans ( b-side / crystallis )

get up - new jeans ( b-side / crystallis; need at least 50 english as well )

hard - shinee ( title track / type zero )

Icantfeelanything - nct dream ( b-side / type zero )

mr. - cravity ( b-side / type zero )

odyssey - weeekly ( b-side / crystallis )

overwater - queendom puzzle ( b-side / crystallis )

ruby-duby-du - weeekly ( b-side / crystallis )

swan song - le sserafim ( b-side / crystallis )

for FASHION SHOWS, the ones claimable during this cycle are:  AMSTERDAM FASHION WEEK ( AUGUST 30-SEPTEMBER 2 ), NEW YORK FASHION WEEK ( SEPTEMBER 6-11 ), LONDON FASHION WEEK ( SEPTEMBER 13-17 ), and MILAN FASHION WEEK ( SEPTEMBER 17-23 ).

SOLOIST ( JIHO )

for JIHO, as the first and official soloist among the lgc muses, he will be given an opportunity to suggest 5-10 SONGS ( at least 3 songs in the list must be suited for a TITLE TRACK ) that would match JIHO's next comeback, if and when the opportunity happens. the songs must be solo or duo songs released BEFORE JUNE 1, 2022. as a disclaimer, there is a possibility that not all of the songs suggested may be chosen in the end, so it's advised to provide multiple songs as options.

completing the form in the NOTORIETY TIERS DOCUMENT ( under the LEE JIHO tab, which will be linked below ) will serve as a replacement to the NOTORIETY TIERS for this cycle. this means that if you do not want to do the MAY NOTORIETY TIERS you can submit songs instead.

to do this, please fill out the "REQUEST FORM (SONGS)" section before MAY 25, 2024 11:59PM EDT.

NT GIGS CLAIM PROCESS

for this cycle, we’ll be implementing a different way of submitting gig claims as a way to help everyone see what can be claimed.

first you will have to go to this DOCUMENT and check the “INTRODUCTION” tab to read the instructions. afterwards, you will go to your muse’s tab and fill out the “REQUEST FORM” section ( activity level, gig, other participants [ if applicable ], skill distribution, and notoriety ). the “ADMIN APPROBATION” column must be left blank and will be updated whenever one of the admins has reviewed and scheduled the gig. once you are done filling out the request form section, you will see a row that says “READY FOR ADMIN REVIEW?” and a drop down menu next to it. select “YES” when you are done. once everything has been reviewed by an admin, the drop down menu will change to “REVIEWED” and you can start writing the twitter posts for it. when we receive the twitter posts, that status will then change to "APPROVED" by the admins. you have until MAY 25, 2024 11:59PM EDT to fill out the request form.

the twitter posts form is listed below and you have until JUNE 22, 2024, 11:59PM EDT to fill out the form below and submit them to the lgcmedia blog:

MUSE NAME · MAY NOTORIETY TIERS ACTIVITY ##: ( list the name of the gig ) IMAGE: ( insert 1-4 image links that you would want us to use ) CAPTION: ( write a short caption describing the gig and any relevant information about it. the caption must be between 100-280 characters long. ) COMMENT #1: ( write a positive comment related to the gig/muse. please make sure that the comment focuses more on the muse and avoid mentioning other muses unless the gig is shared with other people. the comment must be between 100-280 characters long. please include a username associated with the comment as well. ) COMMENT #2: ( write a neutral/negative comment related to the gig/muse. please make sure that the comment focuses more on the muse and avoid mentioning other muses unless the gig is shared with other people. the comment must be between 100-280 characters long. please include a username associated with the comment as well. )

if you take more than one notoriety tier gig, please copy the section multiple times but make sure to submit all of the gigs in one submit to make it easier for us when processing them! once all of the gigs have been processed on both ends, we'll make a note on NOTORIETY TIERS DOCUMENT. you can link the document in your points sheet as reference.

OTHER EXPERIENCE

while it is optional to fill the section in the sheet, we recommend muses ( especially ones who have recently reached 200 notoriety in the past few months ) to fill that section in case you are planning on taking any gigs that may have some pre-reqs associated with it ( eg. being a temporary [ 1 month ] co-host in a music show, which would require having 75 KOREAN, 50 MCING/HOSTING and prior experience as a one-time co-host/host for a podcast, youtube show, or vlive show ). there’s no deadline with completing the section so you can do it past the deadlines if you wish.

[merxxki]

‘ lee jieun, cisgender woman, she/her, 270 / 27 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems areum ashway has finally made it to the capital, the lady from the autumn court is said to be tactful and is said to describe themselves with eyes that once held fire, now hold only embers, a soft smile and empty promises, graceful gestures that once scorched the air with joy - now  hollow,  and with all of this in mind their indifferent nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

general details.

full name: areum ashway   nickname(s): mandra (from salamander) name meaning: areum 아름 - beauty, salamander came about through the mythology of salamanders being creatures who live in fire - It was believed that they could survive and thrive in flames, as areum did. originally, she was called "salamander" in a derogatory and teasing way, and she took the name and made it her own. age: 27/270  date of birth: september 30th   sexual orientation: bisexual  romantic orientation: biromantic occupation: lady of the autumn court, dancer, assisting & organizing court functions on behalf of their high lord  extracurricular: dance, painting, flower arranging, tea ceremonies, embroidery, charity work, calligraphy

physical appearance, etc.

faceclaim: lee jieun  hair color and style: never a hair out of place, ornate styles, loves hair pins  height: 5'4  piercings: earlobes pierced 

health.

mental disorder(s): burnout, anxiety physical disorder(s): lower back pain, bouts of bursitis   sleeping habits: light sleeper, often waking up frequently throughout the night  sociability: once, she was warm and charismatic, now reserved and discerning body temperature: incredibly warm during and after dancing - cooler than normal when she is in a relaxed state 

personality.

tarot card: the empress (positive) - embodies the qualities of nurturing and growth, creativity, and abundance. She is often associated with fertility, beauty, and the arts. the reversed empress (negative) - Creative blocks, insecurity, neglect, dependence, lack of growth. character inspiration: arwen undómiel (lotr), morgaine (the mists of avalon), susan sto helit (discworld), the lady of the wood (tanith lee), irulan corrino (dune), susan pevensie (chronicles of narnia) book quote: "it is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye" - antoine de saint-exupéry'  positive traits: graceful, resilient, dedicated, nurturing  negative traits: detached, regretful, lonely, aloof, constrained  likes: dance, quiet music, jewelry, her pets   dislikes: aggressive confrontation , when someone disparages her siblings (esp. aeri) fears: losing herself, leaving the court and also staying in the court goals and ambitions: fix her relationship with aeri, refind her passions  element: fire   primary vice: perfectionism  primary virtue: gracefulness 

family, relationships, etc.

significant other: open best friend: open  exes: open sibling(s): suho (340), iseul (290), and aeri (250) pet(s): a long-haired white maine coon named bunny & a white borzoi dog named kitten 

head canons and/or backstory.

the second daughter, the third child - areum believes she grew up well, though often left to her own devices. this freedom suited her well, as she had a nanny (and later a governess and tutors) who provided her with company and affection. she did love finding her older siblings to show them flowers, bugs, rocks, frogs ... she always had a dirty face and a bright smile.

when their little sibling, aeri, was born - areum took to them quickly. she was curious about them and once she learned that babies didn't appreciate bugs, she'd leave them flowers. when she and aeri were old enough to have a relationship, areum was always with them. she would announce that there was no one else she needed in the world, as long as she had aeri.

together, she and aeri were able to explore the autumn court together, and they had their mischievous pranks and games... she looks back now and wonders if she should have behaved like her sibling did and maybe if she hadn't encouraged them to have fun and play -- maybe aeri would have gained the attention they desired. while aeri wished for their parents' affection, areum was comfortable without it - having a closer relationship with her tutors and servants and viewed her parents with affection but without loneliness when they were gone.

she was the type of child that when other children tried to pick on her (as she struggled at first to control / manipulate fire and would accidentally set things on fire, earning her the teasing nickname "salamander") - she'd shove them into the mud or drop a bucket of flour and water on them. she was unrepentant and assertive - while her governess lamented on her failure to make the child into a proper little lady.

as she got older, and she was trained in how to be a proper lady of the autumn court - she was encouraged by her mother to find her passion. she had always loved to dance and it was one of the lessons that she would never miss. she began incorporating fire into her routines, manipulating fire and turning it into an art that she blended into dance.

perhaps it was part of growing up and perhaps due to her desire to dance and perform, she matured. she became focused on dancing and her art - no longer the wild child she had been. if she was awake, she was dancing, or recovering from practice -- and it was during her recovery that she began to learn how to do her other hobbies - embroidery, flower arrangement, tea making and tea ceremonies etc. this furthered her focus and maturity.

her grace and power during her performances drew the attention of her parents and the rest of the court. this drew her further into the autumn court and away from their sibling, aeri. no matter that she tried to tell them that they weren't dancing for attention but because dance called to her, and she felt like dancing was where she felt most free.

it was as if she grew more focused and calm, her closest sibling became more rebellious. she wanted her parents, and by extension the court, to see aeri for all the good that they provided, the love that they gave, their strengths. she tried to encourage them to find their passion, like their mother had told her to find -- and perhaps this is what started to widen the gap between them, and this was the first of many arguments.

now, she is a figure within the autumn court - she is calm, gentle and ... frankly bored - though only those who had grown up with her would see that. over the years, the fire and passion have left her, leaving her reserved... the only time she still feels the warmth and fire that she had once is when she's dancing - and even that is starting to slip away from her.

[iuchamjohta]

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More importantly.

Thank you everybody! I have received lots of support and honestly did not expect to hit 1000 so quickly, did not expect to continue writing after my first two fic if I’m honest. But here I am! As promised the 1k special is coming up of whoever the winner of the poll was (plus more👀)

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self-para \ be with you. where: dae-eun's apartment when: soon after this plot drop, near the beginning of s2. mentions: @brxxksazars @sita-abbrams @deanhadwin (yep even him) @aranyasaeli @jieunparks @selintemel he also mentions all of the deceased again but i’m not tagging you all <3 love you though trigger warnings: mentions of death, murder, blood, & police. really long post.

a cold wind blows in my frozen heart when I lean on a small candle and hold back my tears everything in this world hurts so much by your side.

Selin. The woman he'd loved—still did. Always would. Somewhere, deep down, he'd hoped she had as well. Not that he would ever know that now.

He misses their early days. Lazy mornings with cups of coffee, late-night conversations about anything and everything, playful arguments between two of the most stubborn people he'd ever known—yes, including himself. But that had all vanished the moment she'd gone to her father. 

He still remembered the look on his face when she'd handed him the divorce papers: complete confusion. The way he'd felt when he found out she'd left—vanished, actually, gone without a trace. The long nights spent in an empty house, with nothing but the whirring of his laptop fan filling the rooms as he scoured news reports and local conversations for any sign of her, fearing the worst when he could find nothing. 

Then he'd found one. By some miracle, he'd stumbled across a tweet from someone in the town about something—he couldn't remember. He didn't even remember who it was at this point—not that it really mattered, Selin had made her fair share of friends and enemies when moving here. 

The decision wasn't a hard one: stay in an empty house or relocate temporarily to Nightrest. He'd left that weekend, unable to stay in the house any longer. He'd let his sister stay there instead. (And she could keep it now, for all he cared.)

His shock when finding out how the other woman was acting here. Sure, her attitude made slight sense towards him, but not towards others. His pure horror when she'd outed them in the public group chat—not to mention the feeling of betrayal. Of anyone he'd ever met, he knew that she understood what it felt like to have details you didn't want to be shared given out to the general public. She'd done the same thing that had been done to her to him.

And yet, he still forgave her, because of course, he did—just like he had with so many things. He forgave her for everything. For outing them, for running, for the divorce.

And now, she is gone, and he can never tell her those things in person. 

He finds his mind wandering back to their previous conversation, his own words coming back to him: I hope you're happy. She'd been found on the balcony with Dean and Shadae—had they been together at her time of death? His texts after Vivi's death resurfacing in his mind: As long as you're not alone. As long as someone's there. At the time wishing it was him, but willing to accept the fact that it wasn't, and likely would never be again. 

He takes a deep breath, blinking as he finally returns to the present. The coffee cup on the counter of the Daily Dose is getting cold and yet he's just staring at it, the barista watching him with a raised eyebrow. His stiff fingers finally wrap around the cup as he turns to leave, taking a sip as he steps out the door.

Bitter. Much more bitter than she used to make it.

The pain is overwhelming. It's been days, and he still feels like he can't move. Numbly going through the motions of his morning routine, only to go and sit on the couch and stare at the wall for the day again. Guilt stabs through his abdomen once more as he sits on the cushions, eyes unfocused somewhere near the coffee table. 

For the first few days after the massacre, he thought his hands would never stop shaking. Part of the issue was likely that he didn't eat much, not until he could see Jieun. Only after he'd laid eyes on her again could he force food down his throat. In a way, it was worse than the night after Rhee's: he knew what the grief and guilt were going to feel like now, and there wasn't much he could do about it but wait for the waves to pass. 

Jieun. So many regrets. Dae-eun was quickly realizing there were a lot of things about his life he regretted, but Jieun accounted for at least half of them. 

He remembers long days spent in her room in Nightrest, bickering back and forth like siblings. She was the only one aside from his sister that he would tell things to, that he felt he could talk to, that he would truly consider a friend. 

Growing up hurt. He saw her less and less, for various reasons. If he heard about her anymore, it was generally in a negative light: Jieun did this today. I can't believe she's like that. What a brat. His immature brain didn't really understand what was going on, and no one would explain things until much later, so he attached to his sister instead.

But deep down, he always missed her.

She was another reason he chose to go to Nightrest. Too nervous to make contact prior to his visit, he could still remember running into her in the cafe. Her checking up on him—because, in her own way, that was sort of what it was—after Selin put their relationship on blast. Her promising to keep him updated if the other woman went crazy. Her pressing him to carry a weapon around, despite his clear hesitation.

Then, of course, there were the more delicate moments—moments that neither of them would ever bring up again, but that he would never be able to forget. Her quiet question over coffee at the cafe, do you really think I'm next? (His idiotic, babbling answer, scaring her shitless.) Him promising—swearing to her that they would not die here. A promise he'd almost been unable to keep.

Where had he been when she'd been attacked? About halfway through the gala, he remembers realizing that he hadn't seen her in a while, but then something caught his attention—he can't even recall what it was now—and he was torn away again. He kicks himself now for not pushing harder, for growing complacent, but he can't change the past. 

And then there was Rhee's. A side of Jieun he hasn't seen since they were young, the younger woman helping him back to her house after witnessing him absolutely fall apart in the parking lot. He'd left early in the morning, the guilt and sorrow still too heavy on his conscience for him to feel comfortable intruding on her space too long. He should've thanked her.

The honk of a horn jolts him from his thoughts and he pushes forward instinctively, car revving under his foot as he glances in the rearview mirror. He's on his way back to the hospital, and the sign comes into view as he pulls into a parking spot. Memories of the night after the gala spill into his head: him going to the hospital, pacing around the waiting room until they let him in to see her, his panic only barely subsiding when he sees her in the bed. (Crying himself to sleep in the nearby armchair, refusing to leave her side for the night. Not until she's awake, or that lunatic is behind bars.)

He shakes his head, putting the car into park and stepping out. He knows what awaits him inside those four walls and heads inside anyway, anxious to make sure she's still alright.

It's been almost a week, and the pain is just as bad as it was that night. Everything in his apartment reminds him of someone, in one way or another. The framed picture of him and Jieun as kids sitting on the kitchen counter. His phone, messaging and social apps a constant reminder of what he's lost. A small, wilting housewarming plant in the corner from Sita—he never had been good with greenery. The ring necklace from Selin still laying in a small pile on his table, untouched since the day he brought it in. His jacket from the night of the gala, tossed over a kitchen chair, vaguely stiff from where tears have soaked into the fabric.

There's a knock at the door from outside and he ignores it—it's probably just his takeout anyway. Someone yells something unintelligible before setting something down with a thud and walking off, and only after they've left does he dare to slowly pull himself to his feet. 

Some days are better than others. Some days, the pain is a numb, dull ache, and he can walk around the house, get small things done. Other days, like today, it's sharp, stabbing—as if he was the one being murdered.

He somehow manages to cross the room and unlock the door, grabbing the delivery and relocking the door before slipping back inside to the couch. His phone is buzzing with notifications, probably from friends checking in—most of them from here in Nightrest that would understand if he didn't reply, and the others from concerned family members finding out as the news spread across the country. 

The news. The words hit him somewhere in the back of his mind and he blinks blearily at the takeout in front of him, trying to formulate his thoughts against the throbbing pain of grief knotting his stomach. He isn't very hungry, anyway, and now he has an idea. Without a second thought, he pulls out his laptop from under the coffee table, opening it to a fresh document.

His fingers settle onto the keys in their all too familiar spots he's spent so long in before, and just…start tapping. Stream of consciousness at first, but slowly growing more and more coherent.

After a few hours, he has an article.

Nightrest: What to Take Away from the Small-Town Massacre by Nam Dae-eun - June 1st, 2023

“As a journalist, I know better than most what “money-grab” articles look like—I’ve seen them before they were released to the public. Many of them are even worse than what is eventually published: cold, heartless blocks of text that remove all life from an event to report facts. 

This is not that kind of article.

In Nightrest, Salem, Massachusetts, 2023 — a series of gruesome murders sweeps the town, with people dying faster than their families can grieve. In total, there were 18 deaths and 4 severely wounded before the killers were apprehended. Three perpetrators were the source of the sorrow that blanketed the town for months, touching nearly every one of its inhabitants in some way or another. 

I traveled to Nightrest in early 2023, initially following an intriguing trail of folklore that I’d noticed. At the time, two bodies had washed up on the town's beaches, but the police weren’t thinking much of it, so it wasn’t publicized. Both Woodrow Hearst, the CFO of Kaplan Inc., and Louis Goodall, the lighthouse keeper, were found dead before my arrival.

Shortly after my arrival, a massive snowstorm blocked all travel in and out of the city for a few days. During this snowstorm, two more people were killed. Vivian Hayes, a sales clerk at the local thrift store The Treasure Trove, was found outside her place of work. Harlow Sotheby, a real estate agent from Salem, was found under a snowbank near the auto shop a few days later. Jacob Oh, a math teacher at Wardwell Academy, was also injured during the storm by what was later revealed to be an attempt on his life.

About a week following the incident during the snowstorm, three fires were set across the town at approximately the same time. Two buildings burnt empty, but the third had someone trapped inside: Amoni Brown, a nurse at Griggs General Hospital, was found in the bathroom after the flames were extinguished. A friend took me down to see the sites after their destruction. The damage was irreparable. It was at this point that I ditched my initial idea, following the murders more seriously. There had been six deaths and one failed attempt, and it was obvious things were more than just a coincidence. Still, the police failed to update people in a timely fashion.

Things had been slow in the town for a couple of days, with no one particularly eager to do much of anything. The deaths of four Nightrest natives had taken their toll. So when the news about the town’s own freshman shooting guard’s team making it to the Final Four in the March Madness tournament, people were desperate for a ray of good hope. A celebration was thrown at one of the restaurants in town, the final two games occurring with the whole town watching. 

Five people would die that night. Brooks Azar, a Latin teacher at Wardwell Academy, collapsed at the bar during the end of the final game. Sita Abbrams, a pediatric surgeon at Griggs General Hospital, and Montez Phillips, a literature teacher at Wardwell Academy, were found outside the restaurant. Pierce Walker, an archivist at Wardwell Academy, was discovered in the bathroom. And Kerryn Bilal, a fisherman, was found in the restaurant's backroom with mutilated injuries. Clem Dupont, the host of two popular podcast series online, was also severely injured in the scuffle.

I’ve never seen an entire town go silent as quickly as Nightrest did that night. I myself had lost two close friends in the massacre, and I can tell you the pain was felt throughout the roots of the whole city. The police interrogation in that restaurant was nearly impossible to sit through: everyone just wanted to go home. That was one of the most difficult nights of my life, and I wasn’t even related to anyone attacked. I can only imagine how it felt for those that were closer. My heart goes out to them, for I wouldn’t wish this on anyone.

The community decided to try for optimism one last time, and a charity gala was held on April 15th at the Royal Cove Yacht Club. All proceeds from ticket sales would go towards rebuilding the businesses affected by the fires, and attendees could donate extra money if they so wished. Against my better judgment, I went. The majority of the night passed without a problem, but everyone was on edge. I talked to multiple people throughout the night, almost all of whom mentioned being concerned about the murderer in one way or another. In many ways, it felt as if we had gathered for slaughter.

We had. The gala was a massacre. There were eight deaths by the time the suspects were apprehended, two of which were suspects themselves: Kennedy O’Neill, a sales clerk at the local thrift store The Treasure Trove, and Peter Buckley, the general manager at the Royal Cove Yacht Club. Shadae Okoro, the owner of the Royal Cove Yacht Club, was found on the balcony along with Dean Hadwin, the owner of the technology store Wired, and Selin Temel, a horseback riding coach. Not far from them, Malachi Phillips, a basketball coach at Wardwell Academy, and Aranya Saeli, a Twitch streamer and content creator, were discovered dead. Aylin Yilmaz, the owner of Two Dogs Veterinary Hospital and Shelter, was found in the bathroom nearby. Kage Himura, the owner of the local oddities shop The Weeping Glass, and Jieun Park, a popular internet influencer, were also severely wounded in the attack.

The Salem Police Department questioned the entire ballroom, taking only one suspect into custody. This is the same police department that denied assumptions of murder for the first two cases and insisted on taking it slow for the next three. In addition, they were not communicative with the public about information regarding the deaths and refused to elaborate when asked what they were doing to apprehend the killers. I reached out to them for a comment on this article, but unsurprisingly, they declined to respond.

The chief of police, Nathan Buckley, was caught destroying evidence relating to his brother, Peter Buckley, one of the deceased and a suspected killer. His punishment has yet to be released as of the time of writing.

I refuse to let this article be just another emotionless recitation of police reports and medical records, so if there’s anything you can take away from this horrendous small-town tragedy, let it be this. People are more than ink on a page; they are more than pixels on a screen. People are real—beautifully, horrifyingly real. The people you’ve been hearing about in the news existed, for however brief a moment: they had family, friends, colleagues, people whose worlds have now ground to a screeching halt. They are worth your time, they are worth your understanding, and they are worth your sympathy.

Life can end in the blink of an eye, no matter where you are. So be thankful for the time you do have."

"DAE-EUN NAM is a journalist based in Salem, MA, and is the author of many current events articles here at—”

A pop-up ad for self-defense weapons blocks the rest of the page.

Ari. Probably the hardest for him to rationalize. He'd overheard Malachi talking to a friend earlier that night about his girlfriend, and it only took him a few minutes to put two and two together. He'd kept an eye out for her the rest of the night, fearing the worst when the police arrived and he still hadn't seen her. 

His gut instinct was correct, and he wasn't sure he would ever be able to get over the pain when he realized. He still couldn't get the image of the sweet, bubbly woman out of his head.

Their commiseration in their lack of understanding of basketball back at Rhee's. Just earlier that fateful night, when the two had shared drinks and laughter under the lights of the ballroom chandeliers. The fact that he had been one of the first she told about Mal, choosing to confide in him—despite the fact that he knew nothing about the other man. He'd done his best, even if he'd come up a bit short: circumstances proved ill-timed, tensions ran high, and everyone suffered for it. He still felt guilt deep down for it.

And now, he's coming home from her funeral, still somewhat in a state of shock. His car pulls into the driveway and he sits in silence for a bit, staring at the steering wheel as thoughts race through his head. Out of all of his friends, he'd miss her something terrible.

Brooks, Sita, Dean. The others he'd known flash through his head, sorrow still piercing him at each of their names. Brooks, one of his closest friends here in Nightrest. Sita, his first friend, who had become so much more by the time she passed. And Dean, who he really couldn't call a friend, and yet somehow he misses the other man all the same. 

Nightrest isn't going to be the same for a while.

That line from his texts with Brooks kept eating at him for the rest of the year, a constant nagging thought at the back of his mind: What am I going to tell the kids? Call him weak, but Dae-eun had always had a soft spot for children—primarily because of his own experience as a kid. He’d never been accepted the way other kids were, for a variety of reasons. He’d also seen how Selin had been treated when she was younger, heard it all through the court cases, whether he wanted to or not, and though she may not have been a kid at the time, the effect was the same. Kids needed protection from things they could not stand up to, and all too often they were pushed to the side.

At the time, he hadn't known how to answer the teacher, brushing it off with a simple oh, what does one say to anyone in this kind of situation? But he understood. More than the other would ever know.

Taking a deep breath, he switched the tabs on his laptop screen, pages flashing in the darkened room of his apartment as he scanned the text once more. Everything seemed to be in order, and he saved the pdf file, closing it without another glance. The blinking cursor of his mouse sat staring up at him from the email he was in the process of drafting. It flickered on and off like the numbers on a clock, taunting him with its contents. Spurred on by a sudden rush of adrenaline, his fingers hit the keyboard with renewed vigor, the email finished in a matter of minutes. 

Moments later, his index finger hovered over the return key, inches away from upending his whole life. If Jieun was there, she would either scold him for making a dumb decision or tease him for following his heart—and both options brought a small smile to his face. The image of her helping him home after the event at Rhee’s still lingered in his mind and he blinked.

He'd made up his mind shortly after the attack at the restaurant, but the gala had been too soon after for him to do anything before then. Besides, he realized with a half-smile, Wardwell had lost a fair bit of their staff in the murders, and they would need the extra help.

Click.

The email was sent. Slowly, Dae closed the lid of his laptop, staring at the spot in mid-air where it had been moments prior. It was official. He was staying in Nightrest.

It's been a week and a half. He's barely left the apartment since the gala, only leaving to get food or sit with Jieun in the hospital. In that time, he's written and edited an entire article, quit his job, and applied for another. The pain in his gut has finally eased to a dull boulder sitting in his stomach, and he takes a deep breath as he pulls on a shirt.

He has things to do. The world won't wait any longer for him to catch up.

April 29th, 2023 from: Nam Dae-eun <@ gmail . com>to: Frank Jones &lt;@ gmail . com>subject: Submission and Resignation

Dear Mr. Jones,

I hope this message finds you well. During my time in Nightrest, I have written an article, per your request; however, you may well find that it is not the article I set out to write. In my opinion, this is a much more important story than some old folklore. I am attaching the article below. Do with it what you wish: either publish it, or throw it away; I do not care.

Regardless, the article will be uploaded. If it has not been published as is, without editing by June 5th, 2023, I will take it as a sign that you are not interested and will upload it myself. If it has been uploaded with edits, I will be uploading it myself in its pure form without further notice as soon as possible.

Furthermore, please accept this email as my formal notice of resignation from my position as a journalist here, effective immediately. While I appreciate all of the opportunities you have given me in the past, in order to grow, I have to move on to my next challenge: and that challenge will take place here, in Nightrest.

I will not be returning to Salem. If you require any further paperwork other than the resignation letter attached below, please contact me here.

Thank you again for all of the opportunities during my tenure. I wish you best of luck in your future endeavors.

Sincerely, Dae-eun Nam

ATTACHMENTS: Resignation_Letter_20230429.pdf Nightrest:_What_to_Take_Away_from_the_Town_Massacres.pdf

CHARACTER UPDATE: ! Nam Dae-eun is now an English teacher at Wardwell Academy.

[nightrestrp]

Catherine Graves reporting live from outside the Royal Cove Yacht Club which hosted the Charity Gala for Mama's just a few hours earlier. Our sources have told us this event claimed the lives of eight people and left two injured.

The victims— Shadae Okoro, Dean Hadwin, Aylin Yilmaz, Selin Temel, Aranya Saeli, Malachi Phillips, Kennedy O'Neill and Peter Buckley— are reported to have died from fatal stab wounds, though details surrounding their deaths still remain unclear. Jieun Park and Kage Himura were injured tonight and both are currently receiving treatment at Griggs General.

Everyone in attendance at tonight's gala are now being questioned. At Nightrest News, our hearts go out to the families and friends of the victims. We promise to deliver updates as this story develops. As always, we urge anyone with information to contact law enforcement.

I’m Catherine Graves. This has been Nightrest News. Please, stay safe.

[armyhome]

Lost In Your Love Story | Yeonjun

⇢ summary: Hwa Suji is a very skilled makeup artist who works at her best friend's salon, serving major Korean entertainment companies and that includes the artists she is a fan of: Tomorrow x Together! One day when protecting one of the members, she ends up having a car accident that takes her to another universe! The universe of your favorite fanfic called "Winter Song" but the thing is, life is not a strawberry, her new universe got a target on her back, she's the villain and has no idea how survive this cannon.

⇢ pairing: Choi Yeonjun x Hwa Suji.

⇢ Chapter 1 : Life is not a strawberry.

⇢ Chapter 2 : Love is a Disease.

⇢ Chapter 3 : Made a little cookie...

⇢ Chapter 4 / 5 / 6

⇢ Chapter 7 : Why Don't You Stay?

⇢Chapter 8: Beyond this universe

⇢ Chapter 09 : I know I love you

⇢ Chapter 10: Lips on You

⇢ Chapter 11: Opening Sequence

⇢ Chapter 12: Sour

⇢Chapter 13: Waiting for a lifetime for you

Chapter [14/16]: Breaking Down

POV Suji

Six months later

I took a deep breath and pressed the play on the camera one more time.

"I decide, to start all this, by telling about myself, and how makeup change my life because this is the main point of my life, I meet my best friend, slash, sister, slash, soulmate, during make attempted on became a chemistry engineer, then we give up on university, mom wasn't happy about it, but once she saw our business working out she accepted, even not being happy with that, but she knew overall thing how makeup helps during my teenagerhood!" I applied foundation on my skin blending with the concealer " I suffered an accident at school, and that fine line crossing my face was huge, today is a little bit smaller, but that's when I fall for makeup because hide this, and kids stop calling me monster, etc…" I start to used contour to make my nouse more elevated "I think people don't know real monsters, that's why they use this word so lightly.." I keep recording my tutorial, and practicing speaking to the camera, is getting easier, but always gives me a big headache, dreams that look like memories battle with reality in my mind. I press the stop once I ended, and take a deep breath.

Since I woke up in that hospital, I had crazy dreams, I was so afraid to tell the doctor that I kept to myself, but sometimes they were so real to me that I mixed them with my real world, even more since Yeonjun and I get closer. So I decided to focus as much as possible on the present, recording things, like my day, my make-up, and my thoughts, I didn't post anything, was just the way I found to canalize all those feelings. So TXT's company thought would be great material to help both sides to tell our side of the history since so much was talked about while we aren't able to defend ourselves. 

So I decided to do a makeup tutorial, with all members, but one by one, all with their next comeback concept, something very fairy, with a daydreams vibe, I would show how I work on their skin, which colors I like to use o these concepts, all the details. 

"You know, I almost lose my mind while you don't wake up…" Jieun says helping me organize the makeup, I look at her, this was so random "You know, I kept sending you massages, even knowing you wouldn't respond," I hug her "You're my only family Sujiah, you know that right?"

"You're my family too unnie" I kiss her chick "And you have Taehyun too…" The worlds scape through my mouth, and the moment I close my mouth I know I mixed my dream with reality shit!

"How did you discover?" WAIT! WATH? "Or you finally read the new version of that manhwa and…"

"WAIT! YOU…HIM…OH MY GOD!" breath Suji, breath "Did, you guys have conversations in my room, while I was in a comma?" Jieun searched for her memories…"My god, how long have you guys been together?"

"Little bit before your accident, I would tell you, but this chaos happened, and you looked so fragile when you woke up, I decided to wait until you fully recover.." And maybe my dream was based on the conversations around me… I sigh, this was so much better explanation.

"I'm happy about you two, don't worry, but take care to not hurt yourself, he is an idol, and we know how these things work…" Jieun hugs me.

"I'll take care," She looks at her cell phone, "It's time Yeonjun will be here soon" My heart lose a beat for a while "Do you think will be fine if only two of you are here?"

"Yes, there are things that we only feel comfortable saying when are two of us, things that only we understand without judging, and the camera is a lot of pressure already…" I explain.

"Okay, I will be upstairs, anything, just scream okay?" She kisses my forehead and leaves the room.

I sit in front camera to record some introductions, deep breaths, Hwa Suji, you can do this, fighting, one two three.

"Hi, my name is Hwa Suji! Most of you know me because I trow a trash can on a guy," I laugh "I watched your remakes all over social media, you guys are so much cooler than I! Well, I'm here because a lot of things have been said about me, and I just wanna people to know me, through me. Does that make any sense?" I tight my hair  "And to not say I'm being biased, I'll bring some people that know me to tell, honestly, who I'm… Wellcome mom" I Open my arms like she was in the room, and laugh again "Just kidding, but I'm really bringing people that worked with me, and I'll do my favorite thing on them, make-up! Hope you guys enjoy…" At the moment someone, probably Yeonjun, "Look, someone is already here let's see who it is?" So I pause the recording.

When I open de door Yeonjun gives me the bright smile he has and hugs me, I would never become used to being his friend, I hug him back. 

"How have you been," He asks without letting me go.

"Just much as fine as I was the last time we talk one hour ago" We laugh "How was your training? You're not pushing yourself too hard right?" 

"No, I like promised you"

"Okay, let's start before Parallel 38 appears…" He gently puts me against the wall, I can feel his breath so close, a flash of the dreams in my mind.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" The way he looks at me makes me shiver, and my stomach contract. He was playing with me, I roll my eyes.

"I'll throw a trash can on you if you don't step back.."We laugh at the joke we always use with each other "Let's start recording before HYBE sends the ROKU to me"

"Okay, where do I sit?" I point the cair in my mini scenario "Wow! You really put effort into thins!" He sits on the chair I was sitting before, and I start recording again.

"And our guest today is the amazing, the only one, my best buddy in the afterlife, Choi Yeonjun!" We clap together "You wanna say something Jun?" He looks into my eyes, sometimes I feel he is looking for someone inside me, I don't know how to explain it.

"Hi, I'm Yeonjun of TXT" He browns "First, one more time I wanna apologize to make my love, moas worried! Is really nice to be here, alive with my dearest friend, the best make-up artist on this planet, Hwa Suji! Moa doesn't need to worry about my safety while I'm with noona, cause they know you throw a trash can power!"

"Okay, no more trash can jokes, is enough, let's start work, Jun today has a photo shoot for TXT's next album, and I think moas will love the whole concept" I start to tight his hair and moisturize his skin "Now beyond do makeup we're here to tell about our history, during this chaos…How do you feel when you wake up?" 

"Was like wake up from a long dream…" He simply says " And you noona?" I start to apply the primer.

"The last thing I remember was the car, it feels like we were flying, trying to hold your hand, and then I was in the hospital, The first thing I feel was worry, because that guy, I was afraid that while I was unconscious he was able to do something with you…" I touch his chin to move his face and verify if I fully cover his skin. 

"That's so you, worry more about others than yourself…" I show the primer on the camera, all the products were from labels that TXT's members were the face of the label.

"This prime gives you so much glow, you all will be so perfect for this comeback, how are you feeling about seeing Moas again?" Yeonjun put his right hand on the left side of his chest.

"So excited, I miss them so much!" I start to draw his eyebrows.

"I know they're feeling the same, now can you give they a little spoiler?" I ask starting to softly apply concealer on specific spots.

"Will be really sweet, a lot of Sugar involved!" I start to apply foundation on this skin "Now, my turn, your favorite manhwa will become a k-drama, are you excited?"

"Well a little bit, I heard the author change a feel thing, I didn't have time to read yet because of work, but I'll real soon as possible, L.M. Andrade is my favorite author, so I will definitely read it, maybe I will do a live reading, I don't know…"  I start the work on his eyes "Did you read?"

"Yes," He looks up automatically so I could apply the eyeliner "I like this so much more this version than the previous one" I start to use blush Yeonjun look right into my eyes and I end up applying too much.

"Don't move" I turn to pick the tissue to remove, and once I turn to Yeonjun is like someone scratched my mind, the left eye of Yeonjun is full of tears, and the other is worried "You can hold a little bit Jun, I know that," I say without knowing why I was saying that, so I use the tissue to remove the blush "See, you made it, now your lips," I apply the lip gloss, focus as much as possible "It's done!" I show Yeonjun's face to the camera "Hope you guys enjoy it. See you next time" I just press pause on the camera before I fall, I feel Yeonjun's arms around me. 

"Noona.." The darkness swallows me, and this time I'm completely alone.

[amethystina]

1) i am currently on chapter 3??? or so? i am enjoying ur mjjw zombie fic esp with all the creative takes on the zombies along with the tension building and overall atmosphere! plus you nailed their characterization so well

so thank you for writing it!

2) i also appreciate the lack of demonization / no misogyny overall for min jieun so thank you for that as well 🙏

I'm so thrilled to hear that! I had A LOT of fun building the tension. I've never really written horror — or even something horror adjacent — before so it was a fun change of pace!

As for the zombie lore, a lot of it is inspired by the BBC series In the Flesh. Or, well, at least the part where the zombies aren't created by a virus but rather a one-time event where the already dead rise. But I've changed a lot of the smaller nuances, details, and such. And it's a lot of fun! World-building is a weakness of mine.

As is characterisation tbh. I just enjoy the challenge of writing characters as close to canon as possible, especially ones as complex and nuanced as Jong Woo and Moon Jo. And, honestly, Jong Woo is the trickier one out of the two. Like, the balance between his kindness (because he IS kind) and his darkness/murderous tendencies is a very delicate thing, and difficult to get right. So I'm very glad to hear that!

And yeah, I honestly abhor the misogyny female characters are subjected to the moment they're not 100% perfect. Which gets ten times worse if they happen to "stand in the way" of a ship. As for Ji Eun, her biggest crime was not being a perfect girlfriend. Literally just that. Like, she wasn't even a bad girlfriend, just not a perfect one. And I see absolutely no reason why I should demonise her for that. Sure, maybe she could have been a little more understanding at times, but she had it rough, too, being bullied at her job etc. She clearly just didn't have the spoons to deal with all of it. That's human. And I refuse to paint her as a villain because she — horror of horrors — is a human being instead of a Perfect and Flawless Woman.

ANYWAY! Thank you so much for your kind words! I'm so glad you're enjoying the fic so far and I hope you'll enjoy the rest as well! :D