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faebled-stories · 2 months ago

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More Than Enough

Kinkvember Day 20: Tender/Body Appreciation

Red Velvet Joy (Park Sooyoung) x Male reader

8.5k words

AN: Much softer fic for today compared to the past couple ones.

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the walls as the night settled in. You lay under the covers, your phone in hand, its soft glow casting faint shadows on the walls. The lavender scent from Sooyoung’s pillow surrounded you, mingling with the warmth of the sheets. It should have been comforting—everything about this space usually was—but tonight, it felt distant, like a faint echo of a memory you couldn’t quite reach.

That photo lingered in your mind, an unwelcome ghost haunting the edges of your thoughts.

You’d stumbled upon it earlier that week, scrolling aimlessly through social media. It appeared with cruel precision: Sooyoung’s ex, fully naked, entangled with the woman he��d cheated on her with. The image was intimate, raw, and brimming with confidence. But it wasn’t just his chiseled abs or the smug grin on his face—it was him.

His large, imposing frame; the effortless way he exuded certainty; and the undeniable size of his manhood, a detail impossible to ignore. It was the kind of comparison that clung to you, reshaping your perception of yourself no matter how much you tried to shake it.

No matter how many times you remind yourself that Sooyoung had chosen you, that she loved you, the doubts wouldn’t quiet. Did she ever look at him the way she looked at you? Did she tell him she loved him with the same tenderness? Did she mean it as much?

The sound of running water stopped, followed by the faint squeak of the shower handle turning. Moments later, the bathroom door opened, and a warm cloud of steam spilled out into the room. Sooyoung stepped through, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders, her bare skin glowing in the light that spilled out from behind her. Her bare feet padded softly across the hardwood floor as she crossed the room without hesitation, pulling back the covers to slip in beside you.

Her warmth enveloped you instantly, her body fresh from the shower, her skin carrying the faint, floral sweetness of her body wash. The scent blended with the lingering musk from your earlier intimacy, wrapping around you both like a cocoon. She nestled against your chest, her bare leg draping over yours, her damp hair brushing against your skin.

“You’re still awake?” she murmured, her voice soft and curious.

You quickly slipped your phone under the pillow, as if hiding it could keep the storm inside you from spilling out. “Yeah,” you said, forcing a weak smile. “Just… thinking.”

Sooyoung tilted her head, her eyes flicking upward to meet yours. Her fingers began tracing lazy patterns on your stomach, the motion light and soothing. “Hmm,” she hummed softly, her tone unconvinced but not pushing yet.

She shifted closer under the covers, the softness of her skin brushing against you, the heat of her body settling into yours. “I missed you,” she whispered, her voice tinged with affection. “All I could think about was coming home to you.”

Her words should have reassured you. Any other night, they would have. But tonight, they only deepened the ache in your chest. Why me? Why now? Why not him?

“You okay?” she asked after a moment, her fingers stilling against your chest. Her tone grew more serious, her brows furrowing slightly as she searched your face.

You nodded quickly, forcing your voice to sound steady. “Yeah, same as you—long day.”

She watched you for a moment longer, her gaze lingering like she was trying to read between the lines. Then she leaned up, her lips brushing softly against yours. The kiss was warm and familiar, but your mind remained distant. Her hands moved gently along your chest, her touch light, and while your body responded instinctively, the storm in your mind raged on.

Her fingers brushed your cheek, coaxing your attention back to her. She shifted slightly, straddling your lap under the covers, her movements fluid and unhurried. The golden light of the bedside lamp cast shadows along her face, highlighting the tenderness in her gaze. She kissed you again, her lips deliberate, her touch grounding.

“Sooyoung…” you murmured against her mouth, your voice faltering as the lump in your throat made it hard to speak.

She pressed her forehead to yours, her arms wrapping around your shoulders. “I love you,” she whispered, her breath warm against your skin. “Just be here with me, okay?”

Her words lingered in the quiet, their sincerity like a lifeline. She stayed close, her presence unwavering, her body flush against yours. Her warmth, her scent, the steady rhythm of her breathing—it should have been enough to pull you back.

“I needed this,” she murmured, her voice thick with affection. Her lips ghosted over your neck, her breath sending a shiver down your spine. “I’ve missed this—you, us.”

You nodded, your hands sliding down to her waist, fingers tracing the familiar curves of her body under the covers. Her skin was warm, her damp hair brushing against your forehead as she leaned closer. The rhythm of her touch—the way her fingers ghosted over your shoulders and the gentle roll of her hips—should have grounded you. It should have been enough.

But the dense fog of doubt lingered, clouding your thoughts even as she moved against you.

When she lowered herself onto you, her body trembled with a soft gasp, the sound sending a ripple of heat through you. Her back arched beautifully, her hands bracing against your chest as she adjusted to your shape. The intimate press of her body against yours was breathtaking, a perfect fit that always felt like home. Her hips began to move in a deliberate rhythm, slow and sensual, each roll igniting a spark of pleasure that spread through you both.

A soft moan escaped her lips, growing louder with each movement. The sound was raw and unrestrained, filling the quiet room with a symphony of her pleasure. Her head tilted back, her damp hair cascading down her shoulders as her body moved with an effortless grace, her chest rising and falling with every deliberate motion.

“You feel so good,” she whispered, her voice trembling as her hands slid into your hair, her fingers curling around the strands. Her lips brushed against your ear, her breath warm and uneven, sending a shiver down your spine. “You always do.”

Her words, thick with sincerity and affection, should have soothed the ache in your chest. But instead, they hung in the air, unable to pierce the storm swirling in your mind. Even as her body moved in sync with yours, even as her warmth surrounded you, the cruel questions persisted. Did she say this to him? Did he make her feel this way without even trying?

Your hands moved instinctively, finding her hips and guiding her rhythm, but every action felt detached, mechanical. Her soft cries of pleasure grew, her hands pressing into your chest as her pace quickened, chasing a climax that felt just out of reach. Her body clenched around you, her movements becoming more urgent as she lost herself in the moment.

The sight of her—her flushed skin, the way her lips parted as she gasped your name—should have pulled you deeper into the connection. But instead, you felt like an observer, watching from the outside as the weight of your insecurities rooted itself deeper in your chest.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped, her voice breaking with need as her hands slid back up to your shoulders. Her nails grazed your skin lightly, and her eyes met yours, shining with an unspoken trust that made your chest ache. “Right there… oh, God, baby, right there.”

Her words should have been intoxicating, the way her body moved against yours captivating. But even as her pleasure built, even as her cries filled the room, you couldn’t shake the bitterness that whispered cruel comparisons in your ear. You wondered if she looked like this with him, if he made her feel this uninhibited, this free.

When your release finally came, it surged through you like a tidal wave, intense but hollow. Your body tensed beneath hers, the pleasure wracking your frame even as guilt settled heavily in its wake. Her moans didn’t stop, her forehead pressing against yours as her breathing steadied, her soft, contented sigh brushing against your skin.

But you knew. You could feel it in the steadiness of her movements, in the subtle shift of her breathing compared to your own ragged gasps—she hadn’t reached her climax. She was still moving with slow, deliberate care, her arms wrapping around your shoulders as though she wanted to hold onto the intimacy a little longer.

“Baby,” she murmured, her voice soft and affectionate as she leaned forward to kiss your cheek. Her lips lingered there, warm and sweet, as if to reassure you without words. “That was amazing. You always make me feel so loved.”

Her words, though gentle and full of sincerity, twisted painfully under the weight of your doubts. She curled into your side, her bare leg draping over yours, the scent of her freshly washed skin mingling with the faint musk of your lovemaking. Her arm wrapped around your chest, her fingers tracing light, aimless patterns on your skin.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she nuzzled against your neck, her breath warm and steady. Her body relaxed completely against yours, her contentment evident in the way she held you. For Sooyoung, this moment wasn’t about reaching a peak. It was about being close to you, about the intimacy you shared. To her, that was enough.

But the storm in your mind refused to relent. Instead of feeling closer, you felt further away, the hollow ache in your chest deepening as you stared at the ceiling. Her satisfaction, her affection, should have been enough to ease your insecurities. But they weren’t. Instead, they served as a reminder of how far you felt from the love she so freely gave.

You tightened your arm around her instinctively, holding her close even as your thoughts spiraled further. The soft rise and fall of her chest against yours, the warmth of her body curled into your side, should have been grounding. But instead, it underscored the gap between what you knew and what you felt.

Her breathing slowed, steady and even as sleep began to claim her. But you stayed awake, trapped in the endless loop of your thoughts, the same cruel questions circling endlessly in your mind.

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A couple of days after what you jokingly referred to as “failed love-making,” you lounged on the couch, legs stretched out, scrolling absently through your phone. The faint glow of the screen illuminated your face, contrasting with the soft, flickering light of the lavender-scented candle on the coffee table. The quiet murmur of the TV filled the room, casting muted colors across the walls. The scent of dinner lingered in the air—a gentle reminder of the shared meal that had made the evening feel warm and easy.

From the kitchen, you heard the faint clink of mugs against the countertop and the low hum of the electric kettle finishing its job. A moment later, Sooyoung appeared in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the kitchen’s warm light. She carried two steaming mugs of tea, their rich herbal aroma cutting through the lavender haze.

Her lips curved into a soft smile as she stepped into the living room, her presence immediately grounding you in the moment. “One chamomile honey tea, just for you,” she teased, setting a mug on the coffee table in front of you. The ceramic clicked softly against the wood before she sank into the cushions beside you, curling up at your side. The familiar scent of her vanilla body lotion drifted around you as she leaned into your shoulder.

You set your phone aside, smiling faintly. “Thanks, babe.” You picked up the mug, letting its warmth seep into your hands before taking a sip. The tea’s heat spread through your chest, the sweetness of honey lingering on your tongue.

Sooyoung rested her head on your shoulder, her hair tickling your neck as she shifted closer. “You smell nice,” she mumbled, her voice slightly muffled against you, her arm draping lazily across your chest. Her fingers toyed with the fabric of your shirt, tracing slow, absent patterns.

You chuckled lightly, tilting your head to brush your cheek against hers. “Do I?”

“Mmhmm.” She kissed your shoulder, the touch light and affectionate. “You always do.”

The room settled into an easy rhythm, the kind of silence that felt full rather than empty. The hum of the television mingled with the occasional creak of the house as the wind brushed against the windows. You loved these moments with Sooyoung—the way her presence could make everything else feel distant, the way she made you feel seen even when neither of you spoke.

Her fingers began tracing more deliberate patterns along your arm, sending a small shiver through you. “Guess what day it is?” she asked suddenly, her tone playful. Her lips curled into a knowing smile as she turned her face up to meet yours.

You chuckled. “Your favorite day of the week?” you guessed, already sensing where this was headed.

“Exactly,” she replied, her voice teasing as she reached up to guide your face toward hers. Her touch was familiar, but there was a quiet insistence to it that made your heart flutter. Without waiting for an answer, she leaned in, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened. Her fingers threaded through your hair, her body pressing closer to yours as she tilted her head to deepen the connection.

For a moment, the kiss felt like the only thing tethering you to the present. The way her lips moved against yours, warm and inviting, made the world fade away. You responded instinctively, your hands finding her waist and pulling her closer. Her body was warm against yours, her familiar scent wrapping around you like a comfort you couldn’t quite grasp.

But just as the kiss grew more heated, something inside you faltered. You pulled back slightly, breaking the connection. Your hands slipped from her waist as you leaned away, leaving a sudden, noticeable gap between you.

Sooyoung blinked, her brows furrowing slightly in confusion. “What’s wrong?” she asked softly, her hand lingering on your chest as if to steady you. Her eyes searched yours, gentle but concerned.

You offered a small, sheepish smile, but it felt hollow even as you forced it onto your face. “Nothing,” you muttered, turning slightly to grab your phone again. “I’m just… tired, I guess.”

Her frown deepened. “Tired?” she repeated, her voice laced with quiet disbelief. “We’ve been relaxing all evening.”

You shrugged, the motion feeling stiff even to you. “Yeah, I don’t know. Just not really in a… mood,” you said, fumbling for the right words to put a wall between you without outright lying.

She studied you for a moment, her gaze steady but soft. “You sure?” she asked again, her fingers brushing lightly against your arm in a small attempt to reconnect. Her voice held no judgment, just a quiet patience that made your stomach tighten.

“Yeah,” you said, forcing another weak smile. “It’s nothing, really.”

Sooyoung didn’t push further, though the worry in her eyes lingered as she leaned back slightly, giving you some space. She picked up her own mug, staring into it for a moment as though searching for the right thing to say. The warmth that had filled the room earlier seemed to shift, replaced by an almost tangible weight of unspoken tension.

The TV hummed faintly in the background, its muted sound blending with the occasional creak of the couch as you both shifted uncomfortably. Sooyoung glanced at you again, her fingers gripping her mug just a little tighter. “You’ve been different lately,” she said quietly, her tone gentle but direct. “I just… I want to help, if something’s going on.”

Her words hung in the air, filled with an earnest love that made your chest ache. But you couldn’t bring yourself to respond, couldn’t let her in past the wall you had built in your mind. Instead, you nodded faintly, murmuring, “I know,” even as your thoughts churned endlessly beneath the surface.

Sooyoung sighed softly, her hand resting on your arm. “I’m here, you know,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I love you.”

The tea on the coffee table sat untouched, its steam long gone, forgotten as the once warm, comforting atmosphere shifted into something heavier. Sooyoung sat beside you, her posture relaxed but her eyes betraying the quiet concern she couldn’t quite hide. Her fingers traced absent patterns along the rim of her mug, the motion steady, as though distracting herself from the tension she couldn’t name.

You shifted slightly, leaning into her shoulder. For a brief moment, she stiffened, caught off guard, but then relaxed into the gesture. Her head tilted to rest against yours, her damp hair brushing against your cheek. The floral scent of her shampoo—sweet and familiar—enveloped you, a reminder of her love. It should have been comforting, but tonight, it only amplified the ache in your chest.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” she said softly, her voice steady but quiet, like she was trying not to startle you. “I’m here. Whatever it is, I’m here.”

Your chest tightened. Her words struck deep, stirring something fragile inside you, but they also weighed heavily. You pressed a kiss to the top of her head, your lips brushing over her silky hair. You wanted to say it—to let the words pour out, to show her the toxic mess that had been swirling in your head ever since you’d seen that damn photo. But the thought of admitting it felt unbearable. How could you let her see this side of you? The smallness, the insecurity?

“I know,” you murmured, but the words sounded hollow, even to you. You tightened your hold on her, your arms wrapping around her like a shield against the storm in your mind. But no matter how close you held her, the distance between you remained—silent, unyielding.

Sooyoung nestled closer, her body warm and soft against yours. Her hand came to rest lightly on your chest, her fingers twitching ever so slightly, as if seeking reassurance. Though her gaze stayed fixed on the TV, you knew her mind was elsewhere. She didn’t understand why you were retreating, but her quiet determination was clear: she wasn’t going to give up. Not on you. Not on this.

After a long silence, she spoke again, her voice cutting through the heaviness like a lifeline. “I love it when we’re close like this,” she said, her tone soft but purposeful. Her fingers began tracing deliberate circles over your chest, the rhythm gentle and soothing. “It’s my favorite thing in the world. But it feels like you’re pulling away from me… and I don’t know why.”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. Guilt twisted in your stomach, a knot tightening with every second. You wanted to tell her the truth, to let her in, but the words stayed trapped. How could you explain something that felt so irrational? A picture from her past had no power—no right—to pull you apart like this. Yet it had. It made you feel small, inadequate, like you could never measure up.

“I’m not pulling away,” you said quietly, the lie brittle and fragile. It cracked as soon as you spoke it, shattering under the weight of your doubt. Turning slightly, you forced a smile, weak and transparent. “I promise.”

Sooyoung’s brow furrowed, her eyes narrowing as they searched yours. She wasn’t fooled. Her lip quirked down in a faint frown as she shifted back, just enough to face you fully. “Babe…” she started, her voice dropping to a whisper, tentative and vulnerable. “I can tell when something’s wrong. Did I do something? Say something?”

“No,” you interrupted quickly, the sharpness of your tone surprising even yourself. You sat up straighter, running a hand through your hair in frustration. “No, it’s not you. It’s not anything like that.” You tried to sound firm, but the words wavered, betraying your panic. The last thing you wanted was for her to think this was her fault.

“Then what is it?” she pressed, her voice soft but steady. She reached for your hand, her fingers slipping between yours with deliberate care. Her touch was grounding, her grip steady but gentle. “You don’t have to go through this alone. Whatever it is, I want to help. Please… just talk to me.”

Her words settled between you, warm and patient, her eyes locked on yours with a quiet intensity. Your throat tightened as the weight of what you hadn’t said pressed down on you, harder than ever. You glanced down at her hand, her fingers intertwined with yours, their warmth stark against the cold pit of doubt that churned in your stomach. You felt like you were standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering between burying the truth deeper and finally letting it out.

Sooyoung’s thumb brushed lightly over your knuckles, her touch insistent yet gentle. She wasn’t demanding; she was waiting—waiting for you to trust her with the parts of yourself you were so desperate to hide.

You swallowed hard, then abruptly pulled your hand away, standing up too quickly. “Can you drop it? I’m gonna make dinner,” you said hastily, the words spilling out like a defense mechanism. Without waiting for her response, you walked toward the kitchen, leaving her sitting on the couch in stunned silence.

The soft creak of the cushions and the faint rustle of her clothes as she shifted told you she hadn’t moved. You didn’t need to look back to feel the worry radiating from her. The quiet that followed wasn’t peace—it was thick, heavy, and suffocating.

In the kitchen, the sharp rhythm of your knife hitting the cutting board filled the silence, the vegetables beneath your hands blurring into indistinct shapes as you chopped. Your movements were harsher than necessary, the tension in your chest pressing harder with every slice. The air around you felt stifling, amplifying every sound—the muted clink of utensils, the scrape of the knife on wood, and the occasional creak of the floor as you shifted your weight.

Your phone buzzed against the counter, the vibration rattling like an alarm. You didn’t even glance at it. “Hey,” you called out, louder than you intended. “Can you check my phone? I think I got a message.”

From the living room, Sooyoung stirred, the sound of her soft footsteps growing louder as she approached. “Sure,” she said, her voice careful but curious.

When she picked up your phone, its screen lit up, illuminating the recent searches you hadn’t closed. Her breath caught, her fingers freezing mid-swipe. The words stared back at her, stark and unrelenting: “Red Velvet’s Sooyoung’s ex-boyfriend leak,” “size comparison,” “how to get over feeling inadequate.”

Her chest tightened as the realization settled over her. This was it. This was why you had been distant. Why your warmth had felt muted and your touches hesitant. She felt the weight of it like a lead blanket pressing down on her chest.

“Hey…” she said softly, her voice trembling as she set the phone back on the counter.

At the counter, your chopping faltered, the steady rhythm halting mid-slice. You didn’t turn around, your back stiff and unmoving. "Yeah?" you said, trying to sound casual, but the tightness in your voice betrayed you. The knife hovered in your hand, your grip tightening as if bracing for what was coming.

Behind you, Sooyoung placed the phone carefully on the counter, as though handling something fragile. She took a slow, deliberate breath before stepping closer. "Why didn’t you tell me?" she asked quietly, her voice clear but filled with a mix of hurt and gentle understanding.

The words hit you like a gut punch. Your shoulders tensed, and you turned slowly, your puzzled expression crumbling as your eyes darted to the phone. The realization hit you like a tidal wave, knocking the air from your lungs. Shame crashed over you, heavy and suffocating, as you stared at her. Your lips parted, but no words came out.

"I… I didn’t want you to see that," you muttered finally, your voice brittle, barely above a whisper. Vulnerability clung to your tone, foreign and uncomfortable, as if laying this part of yourself bare was an admission of weakness.

Sooyoung’s expression softened instantly. Her loving eyes brimmed with compassion as she closed the gap between you. "Why not?" she asked gently, her voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. "Why didn’t you tell me you’ve been feeling this way?"

You let out a shaky breath, running a hand through your hair as you looked away, your gaze dropping to the counter. "Because it’s stupid," you muttered, frustration thick in your voice. "I saw those pictures of your ex… and I couldn’t stop comparing myself to him. To that."

Her brows knitted together in confusion and sadness. "The leaked photos?" she asked, her tone soft but tinged with disbelief.

"Yeah," you admitted, your voice barely audible. Your hands gripped the edge of the counter, the tension in your knuckles matching the turmoil inside you. "I know it’s dumb. I know it doesn’t matter, but I can’t stop thinking about how he looked—how he fits this perfect image. And me? I don’t feel like I measure up. I’ve been feeling like I’m… not enough for you. Like maybe you’re just being nice, and compared to him…" Your voice cracked, and you exhaled deeply, the confession draining the last of your resolve. "I’m lacking."

Sooyoung’s face crumpled at your words, the weight of your insecurity hitting her squarely. She stepped even closer, her hand reaching out to rest gently on your arm. Her touch was warm and grounding, her eyes swimming with love and concern. "Why would you ever think that?" she whispered, her voice trembling but steady.

You let out a bitter chuckle, shaking your head as you avoided her gaze. "Because it’s obvious," you said, the words sharp and cutting, more directed at yourself than her. "I’ve seen the pictures, Sooyoung. I can see the difference between me and him. I’m nowhere close—"

"Stop," she interrupted, her voice firm yet calm. Her fingers tightened slightly on your arm, anchoring you in the moment. "That doesn’t matter. None of that matters."

Her words caught you off guard, and your gaze lifted to meet hers. What you saw in her eyes made your breath catch. There was no judgment, no pity—only love. Pure, unwavering, and steadfast.

"It’s hard not to compare," you said quietly, your voice trembling. "Especially when I feel like I’ll never measure up to… that."

Sooyoung stepped closer, her other hand rising to gently cup your cheek. Her thumb brushed softly against your skin, the gesture tender and deliberate. "Listen to me," she said, her voice soft but resolute. "You are enough for me. More than enough. I don’t care about some stupid photo or what anyone else looks like. What we have—what you give me—is everything I could ever want. You make me feel loved, cherished, and wanted in ways no one else ever could. Only you."

Her words hit like a wave, washing over the raw edges of your insecurity. The sincerity in her tone, the quiet strength in her gaze—it was impossible to deny. Slowly, the knot in your chest began to loosen, the weight of your self-doubt easing under the warmth of her love.

She leaned in, pressing her forehead gently against yours. Her presence, her touch, her words—it all grounded you in what was real. "I love you," she whispered, her breath warm against your lips. "All of you. Just as you are."

Your chest tightened, her words settling deep into your heart. The warmth in her tone was undeniable, yet the insecurities clinging to you still lingered, like shadows at the edges of your mind.

Sooyoung noticed the flicker of doubt in your eyes and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Her lips lingered there, warm and comforting. "I mean it," she whispered, her voice gentle but steady. "It’s not about size or comparing yourself to anyone else. When I’m with you, everything feels right because I love you. All of you."

You closed your eyes, letting her words wash over you like a calm tide. For a fleeting moment, the tension in your chest eased, though the grip of doubt still tugged faintly at the edges. "It’s hard to let go of these thoughts," you admitted softly, your voice almost a whisper.

"I know," she replied, her tone filled with quiet understanding. She slid her hand into yours, intertwining your fingers with a deliberate tenderness. "Everyone has insecurities. But as your girlfriend, it’s my job to show you how much you mean to me. How much I want you, just the way you are."

You opened your eyes, meeting hers. Her gaze was steady, brimming with patience and love, leaving no room for judgment or doubt. There was something in the way she looked at you—an unshakable belief in who you were. For the first time in days, a flicker of hope sparked within you, cutting through the storm clouds.

Sooyoung smiled softly, leaning in to kiss you again. This time, her lips moved slower, deeper, as if pouring every shared memory, every ounce of affection, into the moment. The warmth of her touch pulled you from the depths of your insecurities, anchoring you in the present.

As the kiss deepened, you felt yourself melting into her, the weight of her love wrapping around you like a protective cocoon. The doubts still lingered in the background, but their grip began to loosen, her touch drawing you closer to the present. Sooyoung broke the kiss softly, her breath warm against your lips as she whispered, “Lie down with me.”

Her hand in yours was gentle yet insistent as she led you to the bed. You settled onto the soft mattress, the weight of your body sinking into the familiar comfort. She climbed in beside you, her eyes steady as they searched yours. The insecurities began creeping back in, but her presence—steady and warm—provided a tether you desperately needed.

Sooyoung sat beside you, her fingers moving to the buttons of your shirt. She began unbuttoning it slowly, her touch deliberate and filled with tenderness. Her gaze remained fixed on yours, silently reassuring you that this was about love, not expectation. But your hands instinctively rose to stop her, trembling slightly as they met hers.

"I… I don’t know if—" you started, your voice barely audible, thick with hesitation. Your throat felt tight, every doubt screaming louder with each undone button. "Baby, maybe we shouldn’t—"

She froze, her fingers stilling mid-motion. Her eyes softened, filled with understanding rather than frustration. “Hey,” she said gently, her voice low and soothing. She rested her fingers lightly on yours, her touch calm but grounding. “It’s just me. It’s us. We’ve done this before.”

Your gaze darted away, your chest rising and falling unevenly. "I know," you murmured, your voice raw, "but it feels different this time." The words hung between you, unspoken fears filling the silence.

Sooyoung’s heart ached at the vulnerability in your voice. She leaned closer, her palm slipping under your chin to gently lift your gaze back to hers. “I know it’s hard,” she said softly, her tone steady and full of love. “But you don’t have to compare yourself to anyone. Especially not to that cheating scum. I love you. You are enough, babe. You’ve always been enough for me.”

Her words struck something deep within you, and for a moment, you simply stared at her, caught between belief and doubt. Without breaking eye contact, she reached for the hem of your shirt, lifting it slowly. “Let me,” she whispered, her voice tender yet resolute. "Let me show you how much you mean to me."

Hesitation flickered in your mind, but you nodded, exhaling shakily as she slipped the shirt from your shoulders and let it fall to the floor. The cool air brushed against your skin, but her warmth surrounded you, steady and unyielding.

Sooyoung leaned down, pressing soft kisses along your collarbone and chest, her lips lingering on each spot as though pouring love into you with every touch. “Every part of you… it’s perfect,” she murmured, her breath warm against your skin. “You’re more than enough for me, baby. I love you so much, just the way you are.”

Her words sent a flicker of warmth through you, momentarily quieting the storm in your mind. Her touch was soft but grounding, the press of her lips against your skin both reassuring and intimate. But when her hands moved to your belt, you instinctively stopped her, your hand wrapping around hers.

"Wait," you muttered, your voice trembling. "Are you sure about this?" The question carried more weight than it should have, heavy with fear and doubt.

Sooyoung stilled, sitting back slightly to meet your gaze fully. Her hands cupped your face gently, her thumbs brushing over your cheeks with tender precision. “Babe, look at me,” she said softly, her voice unwavering. Her eyes locked with yours, filled with a love that was steady and unshakable. "You are everything to me. Not just enough—everything. Do you understand that?"

You swallowed hard, her words settling into the quiet corners of your heart. The sincerity in her voice, the conviction in her gaze—it was impossible to ignore. Still, the doubts lingered faintly, shadows refusing to fully disappear.

She pressed a kiss to your forehead, her lips lingering for a moment before pulling back to meet your eyes again. “I love you,” she said firmly, her tone low and soothing. "I love all of you. Your heart, your mind, your body—every part of you is enough for me. Nothing else matters. Do you hear me?"

Her words were a lifeline, cutting through the fog of your thoughts. The tension in your shoulders eased slightly, and you nodded, her love chipping away at the walls you had built. Sooyoung’s hands moved lower again, unbuckling your belt and sliding it off with care. Her movements were deliberate, her touch imbued with patience and love.

As she settled on the bed beside you, Sooyoung’s warmth pressed against your side. The soft rustle of the covers surrounded you both, her bare leg brushing against yours. Her presence was steady and grounding, a quiet reassurance as she nestled closer. Her hands found your thighs, resting there lightly as her gaze met yours, filled with love and intention.

She broke the silence first, her voice soft but resolute. “I love you,” she said, her words wrapping around you like a promise. “You don’t ever have to hide from me.” Her fingers trailed along your skin, her touch both tender and deliberate. In that moment, her love felt like the only thing anchoring you to the present, quieting the whispers of insecurity.

She leaned over you, her eyes searching yours. “Don’t,” she murmured, her voice gentle but firm. “Don’t hide from me. I want all of you. I love all of you.”

Her words sent a wave of emotion through you, tightening your throat as you swallowed hard. Nodding, you fought to push the lingering doubts aside, though your chest still felt heavy with the weight of insecurity. “I’m sorry for feeling like this,” you murmured, the words barely audible, more for yourself than for her.

Sooyoung cupped your face with both hands, her thumbs brushing lightly against your cheeks. Her gaze never wavered. “Don’t apologize,” she said softly, her voice steady. “I love you. Let me show you.”

She shifted lower on the bed, her movements slow and deliberate, and urged you to relax. Her hands moved to the waistband of your boxers, her fingers light but confident. When she began to guide them down, you hesitated, but the warmth in her touch and the reassurance in her eyes quieted the protest forming on your lips. You let her, exhaling slowly as the vulnerability of the moment settled over you.

Sooyoung’s gaze remained steady as she leaned down, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin at your base. She kissed you softly, reverently, her touch full of care. Each kiss was deliberate, her lips warm and tender as they trailed along your length. “You’re perfect to me,” she whispered, her voice low and affectionate, her words wrapping around you like a shield against your doubts.

Her lips pressed to the underside of your length, trailing slowly upward before settling at the tip. She kissed it gently, her breath warm against your skin as she lingered there. Her eyes flicked up to meet yours, and the love in her gaze made your chest tighten. “I don’t need anything else, baby,” she murmured between kisses. “You, just like this, are everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Her words weren’t just comforting; they carried a conviction that chipped away at the insecurities buried deep in your heart. Her hands caressed your thighs, steadying you as her kisses grew more purposeful. She alternated between slow, lingering movements and light, teasing flicks of her tongue, her care evident in every touch. She paused only to meet your gaze again, her lips curving into a soft smile. “You’re mine,” she said simply, her voice a quiet anchor in the storm of your thoughts.

Her kisses grew bolder, her tongue tracing gentle patterns along your length. Each motion was deliberate, her touch imbued with affection. She would press a kiss at the base, then trail upward slowly, her breath ghosting over you before she took you in again. Her rhythm was unhurried, savoring every moment as though she wanted to commit every inch of you to memory.

Her hands found their way to your hips, holding you gently but firmly as her lips worked in perfect harmony with her tongue. She alternated between soft, teasing motions and deeper, more purposeful movements, her love for you evident in the care she put into every second. She paused briefly, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh before returning to you, her lips brushing tenderly against your sensitive skin.

“You feel so good,” she murmured, her breath warm as she glanced up at you. Her eyes were soft, filled with a love that made your chest ache in the best way. “Every single part of you feels amazing to me.”

Her pace quickened slightly, her enthusiasm blending with her tenderness as she coaxed pleasure from you. The warmth of her mouth, the deliberate pressure of her lips, and the way her hands anchored you to the bed all worked in perfect harmony. She wasn’t just focused on giving you pleasure—she was showing you, through every touch and motion, how much you meant to her.

The tension in your chest began to ease, her devotion replacing the doubts that had weighed you down for days. Her actions weren’t just about intimacy; they were a testament to her love, her desire to remind you of your worth. Slowly, you began to relax under her touch, letting yourself feel the truth in her actions.

When she looked up at you again, her gaze locked with yours, and you saw nothing but love and pride in her eyes. “Let me take care of you,” she whispered, her lips brushing against your skin before she continued. Her hands slid up to cradle your thighs, grounding you as she poured every ounce of her affection into her touch.

With a final kiss to your tip, Sooyoung sealed all the words that had been spoken, her affection tangible in every lingering touch. She pulled back slowly, her movements unhurried, and began to undress herself. The glow of the bedside lamp bathed her skin in a soft, golden light, accentuating every curve and detail of her body. Her beauty was undeniable, but it wasn’t just the physical sight of her—it was the love in her gaze, the tenderness in her actions, that left you breathless.

Her eyes remained locked on yours as she revealed herself, her confidence tempered with vulnerability, as if she were offering all of herself to you. “You don’t have to worry anymore, baby,” she whispered, her voice low and soothing. Her lips found your neck, pressing soft kisses along the sensitive skin there, each one leaving behind a trail of warmth. “I love you just the way you are. You make me feel alive, cherished… no one else could ever do that for me the way you do.”

Her words were like a balm, easing the tightness in your chest as her hands slid over your shoulders and down your chest, grounding you in her touch. The lingering insecurities that had plagued you began to melt away, their sharp edges softened by the undeniable truth in her gaze. She didn’t just see you—she saw all of you, the parts you tried to hide, the parts you feared were unworthy, and she loved them unconditionally.

She gently guided you onto the bed, her bare skin pressing warmly against yours. The intimacy of her closeness filled the room, the heat between you building with every whispered reassurance and every deliberate movement. Slowly, deliberately, she straddled you, her body fitting against yours like a missing piece. She guided you to her entrance, her breath hitching as she sank down onto you, her body enveloping you fully. Her loud, impassioned moan filled the room, sending a shiver of electricity through you as you gasped at the overwhelming sensation.

Sooyoung’s hips began to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each motion uniting you more completely. The way she moved against you was mesmerizing—graceful and instinctive, as though your bodies had been made for each other. Her hands rested on your chest for balance, her fingers splaying wide as her breath quickened, her soft moans filling the space between you.

“You feel so good,” she whispered, her voice trembling with sincerity as she leaned down, her damp hair brushing against your skin. Her lips sought yours in a kiss that was deep and full of emotion, her love pouring into every movement. “You’re everything to me, baby. Everything.”

Her words were an anchor, steadying you as her love reached places no one else ever could. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through both of you, but it wasn’t just the physical sensation—it was the emotional connection, the unspoken bond that made every moment between you feel transcendent. Every sigh, every shiver, every roll of her hips was a declaration of love, weaving the two of you closer together.

As the intensity grew, her words began to cut through your lingering insecurities. “I’m so close,” she gasped, her voice trembling with need. “Baby, you’re going to make me cum—please, don’t stop.”

The sincerity in her tone and the raw desire in her eyes filled you with a newfound confidence. She wasn’t holding back, and you could feel how deeply she meant every word. Your hands instinctively moved to her hips, steadying her movements as she rode you with increasing fervor. Her body moved like it was made for yours, her rhythm deliberate and unrestrained. You began meeting her movements with your own, thrusting upward to match the rhythm she set.

Her moans grew louder, her head tilting back as her body arched above you, her hands bracing against your chest for support. The sight of her—so vulnerable, so open—sent a surge of heat through you. You tightened your grip on her hips, your thumbs brushing against the soft curves of her waist as you pushed deeper into her, each upward thrust eliciting another shuddering gasp.

“Yes,” she cried, her nails grazing your chest as her rhythm quickened. “Just like that—baby, just like that.”

Her encouragement was electric, spurring you on as you focused entirely on her—her movements, her sounds, the way her body trembled with every thrust. The insecurities that had clung to you earlier began to crumble under the weight of her love, replaced by an overwhelming need to give her everything you had.

“I love you,” you whispered, your voice hoarse and filled with conviction. The words came naturally now, unburdened by hesitation. Her eyes snapped down to meet yours, her gaze softening even as her body moved with raw intensity.

“I love you too,” she gasped, her voice breaking as her climax built. “You’re perfect—you’re everything.”

Her words struck a chord deep within you, breaking through the last remnants of doubt. You met her movements with more purpose, your hips thrusting upward in perfect sync with hers. Every shared movement, every brush of her hands against your skin, every moan and sigh felt like a crescendo building toward something beyond either of you.

Her cries grew urgent, her body tightening as she tipped closer to the edge. “Oh my God, baby, I’m gonna—” Her words dissolved into a sharp cry as her climax overtook her, her body shuddering violently around you. She clung to you, her hands gripping your shoulders as her head tipped back, her moans filling the room in waves of ecstasy.

The sensation of her pulsing around you, the sheer intensity of her release, sent you spiraling after her. With a final, powerful thrust, your own climax hit, a blinding wave of pleasure that seemed to consume you entirely. Stars danced behind your closed eyes, the high of your release magnified by the connection between you. It wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, almost transcendent, as if the love you shared heightened every sensation to an unimaginable degree.

You groaned deeply, your hands gripping her hips tightly as you held her against you, your bodies locked together in the aftershocks of your shared release. Sooyoung collapsed forward, her arms wrapping around your shoulders as her forehead rested gently against yours, her breaths warm and uneven.

For several moments, the room was silent except for the sound of your mingled breathing. Her body was warm and soft against yours, her skin glistening in the dim light of the room. You ran your hands slowly along her sides, grounding yourself in the reality of her love, the tangible proof that you were enough for her.

Sooyoung tilted her head up, her eyes soft and bright as they searched yours. A gentle smile curved her lips, and she reached up to brush a strand of hair from your forehead, the touch light but deliberate. “That…” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “I know you felt that. It was different than before—way better, right? It’s because we love each other so much.”

Her words lingered in the air, heavy with meaning, as she leaned in closer. Her lips pressed delicate kisses along your face, each touch deliberate and tender, scattering warmth across your skin. The kisses weren’t rushed; they were unhurried, like a ritual of devotion. Her lips found your temple first, then the corner of your jaw, the softness of each kiss leaving a trail of emotion in its wake.

“Please remember,” she murmured between kisses, her voice trembling with raw emotion, “no matter who I was with, no matter his size…” Her lips brushed against your forehead, her breath warm and steady as she paused there for a moment. She moved to your cheek next, her kiss lingering as if to reassure you of her every word. “I… have… never…” she whispered, her voice breaking slightly as her lips found yours in a deep, loving kiss. “Had a… orgasm… so… hard… in… my… life.”

Each word came with a kiss, sealing her declaration with her affection. Her voice carried unwavering sincerity, her eyes brimming with honesty when she pulled back to meet your gaze. The depth of her love was palpable, wrapping around you like a cocoon of safety and affirmation.

A soft laugh escaped you, unsteady but full of relief, as her words took root in your heart. The insecurities that had haunted you began to dissolve, their weight lifting and replaced by the undeniable warmth of her truth. Unable to hold back, you pulled her closer, your arms wrapping securely around her. Her body molded to yours, soft and warm, and the way she melted into your embrace sent a wave of peace rippling through you.

The sound of her steady breathing became your anchor. Sooyoung lay curled against you, her head resting on your chest, her fingers tracing absent patterns on your skin. The warmth of her body was grounding, her presence filling the gaps where doubt once lived.

Her voice broke the silence, soft but certain. “You don’t have to hide from me. I love you—all of you. Just the way you are.”

Her words lingered in the air, heavy with meaning. You tightened your arm around her, pulling her closer, but still, the weight of your insecurities tugged at the edges of your thoughts.

She shifted, pressing her forehead to yours, her damp hair brushing your skin. Her breath was warm, steady. “I’ve never felt this way with anyone,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “No one makes me feel loved like you do. You are my everything.”

Her words were a lifeline, pulling you out of the storm that had raged in your mind. You cupped her face, brushing a thumb over her cheek, and saw it clearly—the love, the truth, the unshakable certainty in her eyes.

“I love you,” you said, the words finally free of hesitation. “I don’t know why you chose me, but… I’m so glad you did.”

Her lips curved into a tender smile, her eyes shining. “Because you’re the one who makes me feel like this. You’re the one I want—forever.”

She leaned down, her lips brushing yours in a kiss that was slow and deliberate. It wasn’t rushed; it wasn’t about anything but love—pure, unfiltered, and real. The doubts that had haunted you began to fade, replaced by the steady warmth of her love.

As she nestled against your chest, her arms wrapping tightly around you, you realized something profound. This wasn’t about perfection or comparison. It wasn’t about the shadows of a past you couldn’t change. It was about her—the way she saw you, the way she loved you.

And for the first time, you felt it fully. It was enough. She was enough. You were enough.

The room grew quiet again, your bodies entwined, the world outside distant and unimportant. Her breathing steadied, her warmth a cocoon around you, and as you pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, peace finally settled over you.

In her arms, the storm quieted. The insecurities that had loomed so large felt smaller now, dissolving in the light of her love. And as her fingers traced one last, languid pattern on your chest, you closed your eyes, letting yourself believe—truly believe—that you were exactly where you belonged.

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twice-inamillion · 8 months ago

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The Company

Red Velvet

Smut (anal, creampie, caught during sex, first time sex, mentioning of virginity)

Chapter 10

1935 Words

(OC wants to claim his prize for debuting Irene’s group. Not everything goes according to plan, and sacrifices are made.)

“Unnie, we’re excited to debut! Can’t believe it’s actually happening!”

“You girls deserve it.”

”It's all because of you, unnie,” say the members in unison.

”How are we debuting earlier than the other girl group?” asks Wendy.

“Irene unnie has pull with the CEO, that’s why, haha,” says Joy jokingly.

”Shhh, don’t even joke around; if the other trainees hear you, they are going to complain.”

”Don’t worry about what people say, you girls deserve it. As the oldest, it's my responsibility to take care of you girls.”

”How about we celebrate later tonight?” asks Seulgi.

”That sounds like fun,” replies Wendy.

”What about, unnie?” asks Joy.

”I wish I could, but I need to get some things done. You girls celebrate without me. Here, order some food with this,” Irene gives Seulgi the company credit card.

“Haha, we are going to eat!”

Irene then exits the room and pulls her phone out to see the text message she got during the gathering. “What does he want now?” She reads the message, “IU is out abroad, so get cleaned up; I’ll be stopping by your place later tonight.”

Later that evening, the members celebrate their upcoming debut by ordering some takeout and participating in around of round karaoke. Everytime they take a selfie they send it to Irene but get no response. “We should take some food to unnie. I don’t think she has enough time to cook food after working so late these past few days,” says Wendy.”

”You’re right, let’s surprise her.”

”Yes, maybe we can bring some party streamers and surprise her, haha,” says Joy.

The members pack some food in tupperware and head to Irene’s apartment. They try to be as careful as possible not to get caught by the staff who look for trainees violating their curfew. They exit the elevator and turn towards the hallway to find her apartment. Standing in front of her door, they try to remember her key code from the time they visited her a while back.

The door unlocks, and they all enter her apartment and place the food on the countertop. They look around, but there is no sign of Irene until they hear some noise coming from the room at the end of the hallway.

Curious, they slowly tiptoe and see the door slightly open and look through the little slit and are shocked at the scene. They see Irene, their oldest member and the mother-type figure of the group nude, getting pounded on all fours.

“I’ve missed this ass so much,” as you give it a nice smack. You spread her ass cheeks wide open, giving you a nice view of her pucker hole.

Irene whines,“Just get it over with.”

You align your cock to her pucker hole and slowly press it into her hole, causing her to grunt. She tries to hold her composure but can't when you grab hold of her hips and slam your cock all the way inside.

“Oh fuck! You're being too rough!”

You don't pay any attention and begin to thrust rapidly. Irene buries her head onto the pillow to muffle her expression. You slap her ass continuously, leaving your handprint on her ass.

Minutes pass, and you pull out and say, “How about I claim my present right now?”

Irene lifts her head and turns to you, “No, please, I'm not really yet. Just give me some more time to prepare.”

“Why should I? Remember the deal we made a while back?” as you trace your thumb against her folds.

“Yes, I remember and I'll do it, but just not today.”

“Then when?”

“How about after our debut? Give me a few more days.”

You rub your thumb against her lips and say, “Alright, but this is the last time I'm going to wait.”

“Okay.”

“Be thankful I'm patient with you; someone else wouldn't have done the same.”

“Yes I know, thank you.”

“Now raise up your ass; I want to cum inside.”

Irene positions herself a bit better and raises up her ass. With one hand, you spread her ass cheek and insert your cock back inside, “Fuck, to think that you offered your own virginity for the sake of your group, haha.”

Irene groans as she feels your cock stretch her ass completely and buries her head into her pillow to prevent herself from moaning.

On the other side of the door, the members watch as the oldest gets fucked from behind. They come to the realization of Irene's commitment to them, even at the cost of giving her own virginity.

Joy then whispers, “Unnie, let's go; I don't want to see what happens next.”

“Same here; I want to go.”

Seulgi responds, “Let's be quiet,” and the three of them turn around towards the exit.

Suddenly, they hear a loud smack and a shout, “I'm going to cum inside you!” They hear Irene yell out loud and try to cover their ears. The members rush back to their dorm and try to take in what they just saw.

“I can’t believe Irene unnie and the CEO were doing it” says Joy.

Wendy responds, ”I know; Irene said she was busy, so I thought she was working.”

”Maybe it was an excuse,” says Seulgi.

”I don’t know. Doesn’t seem like she was doing it because she liked it. I always thought Irene unnie liked girls and hated men.”

”What if she’s being forced by the CEO?” asks Joy.

”You have a point; he said something about a deal in exchange for her first time,” says Seulgi.

”Do you think she made a deal so that we could debut first?” asks Wendy.

The members look at each other in disbelief at the idea that Irene could do something like this. “We should try to talk to Irene about it. Tell her that it’s not worth it, we can always debut later.”

”How do you think we should bring it up? Are we going to tell her that we walked in on them having sex? There is a reason why she didn’t tell us” says Wendy.

”All I know is that we should do something about it” says Joy.

“Let's try to talk to her tomorrow morning before our schedule,” suggests Seulgi. The members agree and nod their heads.

The next day, the members are woken up by a sweet smell and make their way to the kitchen. They see Irene wearing an apron and holding a bowl of pancake mix, “Good morning! Take a seat, I’m making some pancakes.”

The members sit on the stools and look at each other, trying to figure out how to bring up what they saw yesterday.

“Sorry I wasn't able to join the three of you, I was so busy with work that I ended up falling asleep when I got back. How was your celebration?”

“It was good. We ate a lot and even saved some for you.”

“Aww, thanks. Maybe we can celebrate after our debut!”

“We'd love that. They try to find a way to bring up the subject, but instead Irene leads the conversation.

After eating, they arrive at the dance room and practice one last time before their debut tomorrow. “Alright girls. This is our last performance as a trainee group. Tomorrow is our big day, so let's call it a day and rest a bit. I'll see everyone later today.”

“Okay!”

Irene leaves the practice room and meets up with the managers to talk about tomorrow's schedule. The other three discuss their plan for the day when Wendy asks, “What are we going to do about Irene unnie?”

Seulgi responds, “I don't think we should get involved; maybe we didn't get the whole picture.”

“Seulgi is right; what if they were role-playing, and we caught them in one of those moments,” says Joy.

“Remember when we asked if anyone had a person they liked? Irene said she couldn't see herself liking a man but blushed when we asked if it was a possibility with a girl.”

Yeah, I remember.”

“I can't see her doing it with anyone, especially a guy.”

“Let's just wait until she tells us herself, we don't want to get involved in her personal life, especially if it's with the CEO. He can disband us if he wants to.”

“You're right, we don't want to get kicked out just moments before our debut.”

Exhausted with the situation Wendy replies “Okay, I won't bring it up anymore.“

The four members wait behind the main stage as the MC gets ready to introduce them as the new girl group. They hold each other’s hands and hope for the best before heading onto the stage.

”Give a big applause to the new group. Let’s welcome, Red Velvet!”

The audience applauds as the four of them walk on stage. They give a warm smile and wave, “Thank you! We are so glad to be here.”

They each look at each other and nod, “Happiness! Hello- We are Red Velvet!” The music starts and they begin their performance.

”Thank you, everyone for your support! We'll perform much more” as the members wave goodbye. They bow and watch as the stage light goes dark.

“Good job everyone. You all did so well. Let's keep it up!”

“Thank you Irene unnie.”

“Let's go celebrate!”

“Yes, let's get some food!”

After a night of celebration each of the members are back in their rooms.

Everyone is asleep except one, she makes her way to her closet and grabs her bag and a trench coat before heading out. Her mind is set; she can't let her unnie care all the burden while the rest enjoy the easy life and exits the apartment.

You're going over at some last-minute documents when you hear the doorbell go off. Curious about who it might be, you get up and check the security screen. “What is she doing here?”

You open the door and ask, “What brings you here this late?”

“I came to take Irene unnie's place.”

Surprised, you respond, “I'm not sure what you mean.”

“Like I said, I'm here to take her place” and opens her trench coat, revealing her nude body. “What do you think?”

”Not bad.”

“You can do anything you want as long as you don't bother her anymore. Just let her keep her virginity, and you can have mine.”

Not being able to contain yourself, you place your hand on her soft and tender breast, giving them a faint squeeze. Wendy's eyes squints, adjusting herself to being touched by a man for the first time.

“Are you sure you’re willing to take her place?”

”Yes, I’ve made up my mind.”

That’s all you got to hear as you grab her hand and let her into your apartment. You stop at the living room and say, “Let’s get you comfortable and take off that coat.” Wendy slowly lets the coat go, revealing her whole body but still trying to cover her shaved cunt.

“Move your hand, I want to see everything.”

”Okay.”

You walk around, inspecting 360 degrees, before grabbing her hand once more and lead her into the bedroom. She walks into the neat room and sees the large bed in the center of the room. Wendy takes one last breath before shutting the door, preparing herself for what she’s about to do.

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authorhjk1 · 2 years ago

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Take what you can (Female idols X Male reader)

After you bought another company in South Korea, you decided to settle down there. You never thought you would become one of the richest men in the country, or the most lucky when it comes to girls. Especially one kind of girls: kpop idols.

This book is my second one after the other book I wrote got deleted, this time I will save the whole story somewhere else, in case this happens again. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, I hope you will still enjoy this one.

Feel free to request idols and scenarios.

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

I don't own any of the pictures and everything, and everyone in this story is fictional. Similarities to real people and companies are just a coincidence.

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Requests: R

Chapters:

Model

(Momoland's Ahin X Malre Reader)

(Aespa's Karina X Male Reader)

(R)

A night in Chengdu

(Kep1er's Xiaoting X Male Reader)

(R)

London

((G)-idle's Miyeon and Soyeon X Male Reader)

A tie, handcuffs, and another hotel

(Le sserafim's Chaewon X Red Velvet's Joy X Male Reader)

Morning Workout

(Alice's Sohee X Male Reader)

(R)

Entertainment

(Itzy's Ryujin and Yuna X Male Reader)

(R)

Date

(Momoland's Ahin X Dj Soda X Male Reader)

Duck Season

((G)-idle's Yuqi X Choi Yena X Male Reader)

Princess and Mochi

(Ive's Wonyoung and Rei X Male Reader)

Stairway to heaven

(Itzy's Yuna X Male Reader)

(R)

Water gymnastics

(Blackpink's Lisa X Male Reader)

(R)

Interlude: Lonely

(IU X (G)-idle's Miyeon X Male Reader)

(R)

Interlude: My crazy ex

(Dreamcatcher's Gahyeon X Male Reader)

Doctor's Orders

(Dreamcatcher's Yoohyeon and SuA X Male Reader)

(decided after a poll)

Interlude: Doctor appointment turns into bunny breeding session

(Dreamcatcher's Jiu X Male Reader)

Halloween Interlude: The archer and the heiress

(Girls' Generations' Tiffany and Taeyeon X Male Reader)

Pool Party

(Momoland's Ahin and Nancy X Male Reader)

(R)

Interlude: Above the sky

(IU X Twice's Sana X Male Reader)

Interlude: Ms. Satan

(Dreamcatcher's SuA X Male Reader)

Taming her (Part 1)

(Red Velvet's Joy and Yeri X Male Reader)

(R)

Interlude: Venice

(IU X Male Reader)

(R)

Interlude: Training

(Karina X Ahin X Male Reader)

(R)

28 Sins (coming soon)

(R)

A group projekt (coming soon)

(R)

A trip to Canada (coming soon)

(R)

Empty dorm (coming soon)

(R)

Taming her (Part 2) (coming soon)

(R)

Fearless Kkura [Special episode] (coming soon)

(R)

Contract extension (coming soon)

(R)

Your own movie (coming soon)

(R)

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wolf-light3 · 1 year ago

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A Broken Heart (Park Sooyoung x Male Reader)

Joy and Crush's relationship had been the envy of many in the entertainment industry. They were two rising stars, their love story captivating fans and earning them a reputation as a power couple. But beneath the glittering facade, cracks had started to appear.

Crush's increasingly busy schedule had led to a growing distance between him and Joy. Late-night studio sessions, overseas tours, and constant work commitments had taken a toll on their relationship. Rumors began to circulate about his close relationship with Minji, a staff member who had been with Crush's team for years.

One fateful night, those rumors turned into reality when incriminating photos surfaced. Crush and Minji were captured in an intimate embrace, leaving no room for doubt. The photos were sent to Joy, and her world came crashing down.

The moment Joy saw those photos, her heart sank, and tears welled up in her eyes. Crush's betrayal was undeniable, and she couldn't believe that the man she loved could have done this to her.

She dialed his number, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and heartache. Crush picked up, his voice quivering as he heard the pain in Joy's voice.

Joy: (voice shaking) Crush, what is this? What have you done?

Crush: (stammering) Joy, I... I can explain.

Joy: Explain? Explain how you could do this to me?

Crush: (hesitating) It's not what it looks like. Sooyoung and I... it just happened. I never meant for it to go this far.

Joy: (voice breaking) How could you betray my trust like this? You know how much I loved you, how much we meant to each other.

Crush: (apologetic) Joy, I'm so sorry. I messed up, and I can't even begin to express how regretful I am. But please, let me explain.

Joy: (teary-eyed) Fine, explain. But I don't know if I can ever forgive you.

Crush took a deep breath, his voice filled with guilt and remorse as he began to explain his actions.

Crush: (softly) Joy, you have to understand that the pressure and demands of this industry can be overwhelming. The constant expectations, the long hours in the studio, the distance from loved ones—it can take a toll on anyone.

Joy: (skeptical) So, you're saying that because you were stressed, you cheated on me?

Crush: (regretful) No, that's not an excuse. What I did was inexcusable, and I take full responsibility for my actions. But what I want to explain is that Sooyoung and I grew closer because we were both going through difficult times. We leaned on each other for support, and it went too far.

Joy: (angry) So, you're trying to justify your cheating by blaming the industry and your circumstances?

Crush: (apologetic) No, I'm not justifying it. I'm explaining the context, but I know that it doesn't make it right. I should have communicated with you instead of betraying your trust. I should have been stronger and more loyal to our relationship.

Joy: (teary-eyed) Crush, I loved you so much. I never thought you would hurt me like this.

Crush: (sincere) Joy, I'm truly sorry. I understand if you can't forgive me, but please know that I regret my actions every day. I just hope that someday you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

Joy: (painful) I need time, Crush. I need time to heal and figure out if there's any hope for us.

Crush: (hopeful) I'll give you all the time you need, Joy. I just want you to know that I'm truly, deeply sorry for the pain I've caused you.

As the call ended, both Crush and Joy were left with a heavy burden of pain and regret. Crush knew he had made a terrible mistake, and the weight of his betrayal weighed heavily on his conscience.

Joy, on the other hand, faced the difficult task of trying to heal from the deep emotional wounds inflicted by the person she had loved and trusted the most. The path to forgiveness, if it was even possible, would be long and uncertain.

As the Red Velvet members gathered around Joy, offering their unwavering support, there was a moment of unexpected laughter that broke through the heaviness of the situation.

Irene, the group's leader and the eldest member, had always been the one to protect and guide her fellow members. Despite the gravity of the situation, she couldn't help but interject with a touch of humor to lighten the mood.

Irene: You know, if Crush ever tries to hurt you again, Joy, I'll personally snap him into two pieces.

Her comment was met with surprised laughter from the group. Joy, though still dealing with the pain of her recent breakup, couldn't help but chuckle at Irene's fierce and protective declaration.

Wendy: (teasingly) Irene unnie, I think that might be a bit extreme.

Seulgi: (grinning) Yeah, maybe we should just send him a strongly worded letter instead.

Yeri: (playfully) Or we can write a diss track and release it as a surprise comeback single!

The lighthearted banter continued, and the room filled with laughter. It was a moment of relief, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, the bond between the members of Red Velvet was unbreakable.

Joy: (smiling through her tears) You guys are the best. Thank you for making me laugh.

Irene: (softening her tone) Joy, we love you, and we'll always be here for you. And don't worry, we won't actually snap Crush into two pieces. But we'll definitely protect you from any more heartache.

The road to recovery would be long and difficult, but with her Red Velvet sisters by her side, Joy felt a glimmer of optimism that the future held the promise of happiness and new beginning.

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The next day Joy called her manager and told him what happend. They decide to release a statement regarding their break up.

[Red Velvet's Management]

We regret to inform you that Joy, a member of the popular K-pop group Red Velvet, and Crush, the renowned R&B artist, have decided to end their romantic relationship. The decision was made after careful consideration of their personal circumstances and mutual agreement.

Joy and Crush have always been dedicated to their respective careers, and the demands of the entertainment industry have taken a toll on their relationship. Despite their best efforts to balance their professional commitments with their love for each other, they have faced numerous challenges that ultimately led to this difficult decision.

Both Joy and Crush hold each other in high regard and share immense respect for one another. They have decided to part ways amicably, with no ill will or animosity towards each other. Their primary focus at this time is on their individual growth and well-being.

Joy would like to express her gratitude to her fans for their unwavering support throughout her relationship with Crush. She hopes that her fans will continue to support her as she navigates this period of transition and self-discovery.

We kindly request that the privacy and emotions of both Joy and Crush be respected during this time. It is never easy to part ways with someone you care deeply for, and we ask for your understanding and empathy.

Joy remains committed to her work as a member of Red Velvet and will continue to bring her talent and dedication to her fans around the world. We appreciate your continued support for Joy and Red Velvet as they embark on their future endeavors.

Thank you for your understanding.

Sincerely,

[Red Velvet's Management]

#Park Sooyoung #red velvet #male reader #joy x male reader #park sooyoung x male reader #Crush

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MADRUGADA

pt.1: open mind, open mouth, open vein

JOY X SEULGI X MALE READER

word count: 14k

Vacationing alone in a foreign country can be an incredibly liberating experience, a true plunge into self-discovery, but sometimes, it can land you in quite the pickle. For instance, being in the middle of a forest, completely lost, with no internet signal or anything of the sort. Just you and your heavy backpack.

That was your situation, wandering for more than four hours through a maze of trees, lighting the way with your phone’s flashlight and driven by sheer will to stay alive.

Luck, fortunately, seemed to never abandon you.

When the trees began to thin out and the view cleared, an immense black stone castle emerged splendidly among the rolling hills. Lights shone in some windows, a sign that there was life inside, and perhaps, shelter.

The castle was like a colossus of dark stone, its spiked towers piercing the leaden sky. Dead vines were entwined around the cold, damp stones, like skeletal fingers trying to grasp something unattainable. There were gargoyles surrounding the wall, truly sinister things, glaring down with expressions ranging from grumpy to frankly disdainful, as if aware of every curious outsider who dared to disturb the castle’s melancholic peace. You, of course, wasted no time taking some photos to send to your friends, as soon as you got any internet signal, of course. In fact, the gargoyles didn’t seem merely decorative; something about them made them look like grotesque sentinels with eyes that seemed to follow your every move.

Your imagination tended to be fertile at the worst times.

The main gate was a monstrosity of solid wood reinforced with iron. There were some intricate carvings and symbols on the wood that you couldn’t decipher. There was no sign of a doorbell nearby, so you had no idea how to get in. That’s when, once again, luck lent you a hand. You didn’t need to do anything; the door simply opened before you, the bolts dragging with languid creaks that echoed in your ears like a scream.

Someone needs to oil that gate, damn it! you thought.

What lay before you was a courtyard of stones worn by time. The shadows seemed denser in this part, almost alive and mocking.

As you advanced, your steps echoed against the high walls, accompanied only by the whisper of the wind that snaked between the towers. The courtyard was a mosaic of cold stones, with each stone forming an intricate puzzle beneath your feet. The joints between the stones were filled with lush moss. Interspersed in this carpet of stones stood Gothic statues in the corners, figures of fallen angels with broken wings and demons in an eternal battle, their faces contorted in expressions of hatred and despair.

You took a few more photos, impressed.

The air there was heavy, saturated with the smell of damp earth and decay, as if the very environment was trying to recall an era of past glories but could only bring to mind memories of mold and moisture. Whoever took care of this castle was in dire need of a good cleaning or perhaps even a major renovation to fix everything up.

In front of you, the main door of the castle loomed with a tired majesty, like an old king who had seen better days. The wood was dark, with deep grooves that told stories of countless storms and battles. It looked like oak, but honestly, you weren’t enough of an expert in old woods to be sure. It could just as easily be a cheap imitation, although something in you doubted that whoever built this place opted for the economical choice.

This was the kind of place where you’d expect to find ghosts haunting the halls, but at the same time, you couldn’t imagine ghosts brave enough to stick around here. They probably would’ve given up and gone somewhere cozier, like a well-maintained cemetery or a theme park haunted house.

The wrought iron doorknobs, cold to the touch, were crafted in the shapes of bats with outspread wings, the eyes set with small red stones that gave the final touch to the decoration. You could even say those eyes were rubies, but again, you weren’t an expert on the subject.

You hesitated, your hand hovering over the handle. You didn’t know what kind of place this was or what kind of people were on the other side of the door, but curiosity — or perhaps destiny— pushed you forward. Your situation didn’t allow for another option, to be honest. So, asking permission from the bat, you grabbed it by the torso, and with a deep, prolonged creak, the oak (or whatever it was) door began to open. A shiver ran down your spine, a combination of fear, excitement, and maybe a little hope. After all, any place with such imposing doors and an atmosphere so thick with history (and possibly mold) couldn’t be completely uninteresting.

Inside, the contrast was immediate and disconcerting. The heavy, cold air outside was replaced by a comforting warmth that enveloped your whole body.

Your eyes were greeted by the flickering lights of candles in gold candelabras on walls lined with dark wood. You took two steps forward, and the door closed with a thud behind you, sealing you off from the outside world.

Ahead of you, a long red velvet carpet stretched down the corridor, beautiful and luxurious. The castle’s interior seemed an antithesis to its exterior. The oppression and desolation outside were replaced by a sense of welcome and safety. Ancient paintings adorned the walls, depicting scenes from bygone eras and figures, though you weren’t quite sure which era. The smell in the air was no longer of decay but of polished wood, candle wax, and a faint hint of incense. Upholstered leather armchairs were arranged along the corridor, next to tables decorated with floral arrangements and old books. The oppressive darkness outside had no place here; instead, there was a feeling of being in another world, a small world whose origins and intentions were still unknown to you.

The comforting warmth of the red velvet carpet guided your steps down the corridor, each step echoing lightly in the silence, creating a strange sense of tranquility amid the castle’s grandeur.

“Hello! Is anyone home?!”

That’s what you asked, but the only thing you heard in response was the reverberation of your voice through the long empty space.

You reached the end of the corridor, where it opened into a grand hall that seemed designed with the idea that the more vast and imposing, the better. The space was truly immense, with a ceiling that seemed to defy the laws of physics by being supported by intricately carved marble columns. Some very talented — perhaps very bored — craftsman had clearly dedicated themselves to this task with an obsession bordering on madness.

In the center of the ceiling hung a magnificent chandelier, laden with lit candles that, against all odds, weren’t dripping wax on everything below them. To the left, a large fireplace was ablaze, the fire crackling and casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. The heat of the fire brought a strange mix of comfort and anxiety, a feeling of being in a safe place but still with a strange sense of being watched. Perhaps it was because of the suit of armor standing in the corner of the hall, a metallic and somewhat intimidating presence that seemed out of place among the other decorations.

You looked around, your eyes sweeping the grand hall for any sign of life. There was no one in sight. With a sigh, you took your phone out of your pocket, a desperate attempt to find some internet signal in a place that seemed frozen in time. But, of course, nothing had changed. It was strangely modern in an old-fashioned way, as if the place was saying, “Yes, we’re sophisticated, but we won’t stoop to something as mundane as the internet.”

Your mind was starting to ponder the logistics of it all when, suddenly, you felt a presence in the dimness beyond the candlelight. An elegant figure emerged from the shadows of a room with a slightly open door, moving with an almost supernatural grace, as if gliding rather than walking. As she approached, the chandelier’s light began to reveal more of her figure.

When the golden light finally touched her face, you saw a woman of ethereal beauty. Her eyes glowed with an intensity that made you feel stripped to the soul. Her skin, pale as the marble that made up the castle, seemed to radiate a chill that was both alluring and a bit terrifying. She stopped a few steps away from you, an enigmatic smile playing on her lips, and for a moment, you felt captivated.

"Welcome," she said, her soft and melodious voice echoing through the hall. "It’s been a long time since the wind brought us a surprise." You were paralyzed, a mix of fear and fascination growing in your chest. Joy moved closer, maintaining her beautiful smile. "We rarely have visitors," she continued, her eyes fixed on yours, as if reading your soul. "I hope your stay here will be... pleasant. By the way, you can call me 'Joy,' it's a nickname I've carried for years. And it's easy to remember."

Joy's dress was a spectacle of fabric and craftsmanship that seemed to have been taken from the pages of a particularly dark Victorian romance. The black velvet absorbed the ambient light, creating an illusion of infinite depth, as if Joy were dressed in pure darkness.

The bodice was a marvel of fit and ornamentation, hugging her slender figure with a precision worthy of acclaim. It was adorned with silver embroidery, tracing patterns of twisted vines and flowers that seemed to have bloomed at midnight. The long sleeves were tight to the elbows, where they dramatically flared into wide bell shapes.

The dress's high, slightly raised collar framed Joy's pale face, accentuating her long, graceful neck. On the back, a row of tiny buttons ran down her spine, eventually disappearing at the waist.

In short, it was the kind of attire that made anyone feel a bit inadequate beside her.

“First of all, I want to apologize for entering without notice, hmm, Joy, it's just that I didn't see-”

“Absurd! You entered because we wanted you to enter,” she said, impassive and polite. “Tell me, by any chance, are you a tourist?”

“Yes, I am,” you also said your name and where you came from, her attentively listening to you the whole time. “You know, I met some cool guys at a pub and they invited me to a party and to sleep over, but I think I got the address wrong...”

“Oh, dear, you certainly did,”

Something about Joy – maybe the sinister gleam in her eyes or the way her words sounded cultured thanks to her strong accent – made you feel slightly intimidated.

“After all, what place is this?” you asked.

“This is an old castle belonging to my family, an inheritance that has crossed generations,” she said proudly. “As you can see, it remains intact and very well cared for.”

“This place is huge! You don't live here alone, do you?”

“She lives with me, her sister,” said a sudden voice behind you.

You almost jumped, so startled you were, but you controlled your reflexes and only turned around, just to see that there was a girl behind you.

They really liked catching you off guard.

“Hello! Who are you?”

“My name is Seulgi. The second resident of the castle,” she answered, somewhat apathetically. “No need to say your name, I already heard it and, let me say, it’s not very melodious.”

You couldn’t think of anything to say in response.

“Seulgi!” Joy scolded. “This is not how we treat our guest.”

“Our intruder,” she corrected. “And I was just being honest. Or is that considered rude now?”

Seulgi, in contrast to Joy's austere and elegant presence, was dressed in an equally gothic manner, but with a sense of nonchalance and rebellion that seemed to defy convention.

Her black blouse was slightly translucent, adorned with lace and leather details that looked like they had been chosen by a pirate tailor. The long sleeves ended in frayed cuffs, as if they had had a casual encounter with a particularly temperamental pair of scissors. The V-shaped neckline, accented by a row of metal eyelets and a black satin ribbon interlaced, created an improvised corset look, highlighting her figure with an informality that screamed “fashion” and “disdain” in equal parts.

Her hair, unlike Joy's impeccable style, was loose and slightly disheveled, falling in disordered waves around her face, her forehead covered by a slightly wavy fringe. She wore subtle makeup, with black-lined eyes and lips painted a deep red.

Her outfit was a kind of artistic disorder, unlike Joy, who seemed more like the personification of royalty.

“Forgive my sister, dear, the women of this region tend to be a bit... harsh,” Joy said to you. “That backpack of yours looks quite heavy, put it somewhere here in the hall and we'll soon take it to your room.”

“Ah, but what kind of place is this, anyway? Is it an inn or what?”

The two girls exchanged glances for a moment, Joy took the lead and replied:

“Sometimes we... rent our rooms to... weary travelers or something like that. As you can see, space is not lacking.”

“Ah, I understand. Nowadays everyone needs some extra income!”

“Joy, come here with me for a moment,” said Seulgi, pulling her by the arm.

As she was led to another room, Joy said to you:

“We’ll be right back. Please take off your backpack and make yourself at home in the castle.”

“Alright, thank you.”

You took the damn backpack off your back and sighed with relief, thinking how lucky you were to have found such an incredible place and such kind people – one of them, at least.

Oh, I love traveling! you thought

Seulgi dragged Joy to one of the countless rooms in the castle. She closed the door with a click and began to pace the room, the thick coldness in the air.

“Distract that idiot while I change clothes and prepare the cutting room,” said Seulgi calmly, her voice cold as steel. “I've been missing dismembering someone.”

“Hey, hey, calm down,” Joy countered, a note of concern in her voice. “It would be a waste to devour him. We'll dine like queens for a few nights and then go back to scarcity. It’s more sensible to keep him here while we drink his blood.”

“But I want to eat meat!” Seulgi protested.

“I know, I do too,” Joy admitted, trying to calm her sister. “But you know we’re facing a difficult time. We can’t afford to lose a food source like this. Logistically, it’s smarter to keep him here until, I don’t know, another prey appears by chance.”

“More people appearing by chance would be a bad sign,” Seulgi retorted. “But come on, can't we just cut off one of his legs?”

“No. That would stress him out and make it harder for him to cooperate with us,” Joy argued, sighing. “By the way, how did he get past the invisibility field?”

“I told you that damn sphere was having issues. We need to check it later,” Seulgi responded.

“Okay. In the meantime, we need to make him comfortable and we also need human food. Remember that farm we spotted the other day? Go there and get some food for him to have dinner.”

“Why me?” Seulgi asked, crossing her arms.

“Because you’re the only one who can enter and hypnotize the residents, so you don’t need to kill them.”

“What if it’s self-defense?” Seulgi suggested, a sadistic gleam in her eyes.

“Don’t even think about it! That’s not going to happen, Seulgi. We can’t have traces of murder near the castle. Haven’t the suspicions in town already grown enough for you? Now, go, go!” Joy insisted, pushing her sister towards the window.

Seulgi rolled her eyes, letting out a sigh that declared her lack of enthusiasm for the assigned task, but, as always, agreed in the end.

“But let it be clear that I’ll be the first to suck his blood,” she muttered, her voice filled with boredom and resignation.

“Of course, that will be our agreement,” Joy promised.

She approached the window, the floorboards creaking under her feet as if protesting each step. Seulgi climbed onto the sill with the grace of someone who had done this a thousand times, but still hated every second.

Seulgi cast a last look at Joy, hoping, for a fleeting moment, that she would change her mind. But Joy, with her enigmatic smile and shining eyes, made no move. Nothing but that sepulchral silence that seemed to be the castle's signature. Nothing but the sound of the wind whispering through the trees outside, as if mocking Seulgi's little hope.

Without further hesitation, she launched into the air, her body transforming into a cloud of shadows and wings in the blink of an eye. The metamorphosis was instantaneous and fantastic, as if reality itself had torn for a moment. Seulgi's dark garments dissolved, turning into thin, shimmering membranes, and her hands and feet twisted into sharp claws.

The bat that was Seulgi flapped its wings once and vanished into the twilight of the night, becoming one with the shadows outside. The night swallowed her unceremoniously, her tiny body lost in the dark vastness.

Joy twirled on her heels, quickly adjusted her dress, gave her hair a final touch, and left the room.

You were staring indiscreetly at that ancient armor that had caught your attention. It was ridiculously large, standing against the wall like a soldier who had lost the war and was turned into decoration. Like the gargoyles lurking above, something about it conveyed the sense that it was more than just a mere adornment of the castle. But that impression probably arose because it was your first time seeing real armor up close. With an uncontrollable curiosity, you lightly tapped on the metal chest, the sound echoing like a funeral drum.

As you prepared to take a photo, a voice cut through the silence:

"Great! You've met our butler."

You turned abruptly, your heart leaping in your chest. Joy stood behind you, with that indecipherable smile from before.

"Uh," you said, still trying to catch your breath. "You mean this armor?"

"It’s not just an armor," Joy replied.

She gestured with her finger, and suddenly the armor began to move. The metal creaked and contorted as if waking from a deep slumber. You fell to the floor, the shock knocking your legs out from under you, and crawled backward, completely speechless.

"I thought there was no one inside! It had been standing in the same corner since I arrived in the hall."

"He's shy," Joy explained with a slight laugh. "And, by the way, he doesn’t talk, so don’t bother asking questions. Although he can still understand what you say. He can still guide you around the rooms if you want to go to the bathroom or your room."

"Ah, okay..." you said, still trying to process the situation. "And what's his name?"

Joy seemed to think for a moment, as if it were a question with multiple possible answers.

"Mr. Hollow."

"Seriously? That sounds kind of... offensive or something."

"It's just a nickname," said Joy, with a mischievous smile. "Because of his deathly silence, as if the armor were empty. Isn’t it creative?"

"Uh, I guess so," you replied, still a bit unsettled.

"Very well, Mr. Hollow, take our guest’s backpack to one of the guest rooms."

The armor guy, or rather Mr. Hollow, walked past you with metallic and precise steps. He bent down with surprising elegance for a metal figure, picked up your backpack, and headed for the stairs. You stood up, trying to regain your nonchalant posture.

"Where can I find an outlet to charge my phone?" you asked, looking around the vast hall with its antique furniture and lit chandeliers.

"Oh, don’t be silly, we don't have that kind of thing here," replied Joy.

"No?" you questioned, incredulous. "How do you do everything here? And how are the doors automated?"

Joy sighed, a glint of amusement in her eyes.

"In our culture, it's rude to ask such questions, dear. Please accept that we have no electricity here."

"Oh, I apologize. I didn’t mean to offend your people," you said, somewhat awkwardly.

Suddenly, without any warning, Joy grabbed your cheek as if you were a baby, saying in a sweet voice:

"You really are a good boy!"

"Err... Thanks?" you replied, not quite sure how to react.

Joy let out a melodious laugh and tilted her head to the side.

"Tell me, are you hungry by any chance?"

"Famished! I was just about to ask about dinner. You serve dinner to guests, right?" you asked, your stomach growling as if to emphasize your question.

"Of course! What do you think we are? Seulgi is in the kitchen right now preparing a delicious, loving, homemade meal," said Joy, winking at you.

"Awesome! I can't wait to eat!" you exclaimed, relieved.

"In the meantime, how about seeing your room?" Joy’s voice was soft but carried a kind of implicit authority.

She began climbing the stairs, the sound of her steps echoing in the vast and conspiratorial silence of the castle. The spiral staircase seemed designed with the same enthusiasm as a mathematical delusion, stretching infinitely upwards.

The walls along the stairs were adorned with tapestries so intricate and ancient they seemed woven by spiders who had never heard of simplicity. Each one told stories of eras lost in the mystery of centuries, with heroic figures and monsters of questionable appearance.

The paintings, immense and dusty, exuded an air of venerable disdain, as if they were there only to remind visitors that they were, indeed, mere mortals compared to the grandeur being portrayed. They were the kind of images where the eyes of the depicted seemed to follow you up the stairs, not out of malice, but with a sort of aristocratic disdain.

Joy ascended with an almost ethereal grace, her movement so fluid it seemed more like a dance than a simple walk. Her presence was a display of careless elegance; you, on the other hand, were immersed in a desperate struggle not to become a ball of awkwardness. Each step felt like a small obstacle, and you struggled to keep your balance as the castle made itself an insidious trickster.

"This castle has many hidden things," said Joy without turning around, her voice echoing off the stone walls. "But don’t worry, your room is one of the safest places here. You’ll have a wonderful view of the hills and the forest."

You were unsure whether to feel happy or not about the given information.

Finally, you reached a long corridor, illuminated by golden chandeliers. Joy stopped in front of a dark wooden door.

"This will be your room," she said, pushing the door open with ease.

The interior was surprisingly cozy, the fireplace lit, casting a warm glow that illuminated the well-preserved antique furniture. A canopy bed was made with soft linen sheets, and a large Persian rug covered the wooden floor. Your backpack was placed in the corner, near a dressing table.

"I hope you find everything to your liking," said Joy, a gentle smile on her lips. "When dinner is ready, I'll come back to let you know. Oh, and I’ll warn you in advance, don’t be alarmed if you hear noises during the night. This castle has a life of its own."

With those words, she left, leaving you alone in the room, looking around the intriguing environment, never quite shaking the feeling of being watched.

You walked to the window, the full moon illuminating your face. Joy wasn’t lying; the view outside was indeed breathtaking. The hills rolled as far as the eye could see, covered by the dense forest that now seemed like a black sea under the night sky. In the distance, the mountains rose like walls, even larger than the castle’s enormous walls, their dark shapes outlined by the silver moonlight.

You took your phone out of your pocket and snapped a panoramic photo of the view.

Well, to be honest here, of course, you weren’t going to stay in a room that didn’t even have a TV, because, let’s be real, that would be like wanting a roller coaster and ending up with a playground swing. The place simply demanded that you be an explorer, if not out of curiosity, at least to add some excitement to your life (the devil knew you were an adrenaline junkie). If there was no electricity, then there were no security cameras either — which meant your unauthorized excursions would go unnoticed, like a cockroach in the dark.

The idea of a clandestine tour wasn’t just an opportunity to get to know the castle; it was a necessity, like that inevitable urge to press the red button in a room full of "don’t touch" signs. So, with a sense of rebellion and a dash of recklessness, you decided a little exploration was definitely in order. After all, life was short, and apparently, the castle could deliver more tourist treasures than a pirate’s chest buried on any given island.

You walked through the castle's corridors, the silence so unsettling that the noise of your shoes seemed obnoxiously loud to your ears (you hadn't even noticed they made sound before entering the castle). The walls were lit by torches that crackled in unison, casting shadows in curious shapes. You turned another corner, trying to remember the way back, but everything looked the same — a never-ending series of strange hallways and closed doors.

As you walked, a peculiar smell began to fill the air, a mix of herbs, heated metals, and something slightly rusty. Curiosity drove you to follow the olfactory trail.

Joy or Seulgi would never know, after all.

Eventually, you reached a door different from the others. It was wooden like the rest, but much sturdier, with an intricate carving that was familiar in your imagination. You'd seen this many times in things related to medicine: two snakes entwined around a rod. But you never knew its specific meaning. Surrounding the symbol, strange runes and glyphs were etched into the wood, something you didn't recognize.

Well, maybe it's a... home pharmacy? It was your best guess.

Reaching out, you almost touched the handle when you heard a soft sound behind you.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

You quickly turned around and saw Joy standing a few steps away. She held a glass vial in one hand, the red liquid inside it catching the torchlight and gleaming with a crimson hue. Her lips were tinged with red, the enigmatic smile she always wore was there, but there was a certain seriousness in her eyes.

"That room belongs to Seulgi," she said, slowly approaching, each step causing her long dress to gently drag on the floor. "Inside, she works on things your brain wouldn't have a chance of comprehending."

You took a step back, sensing the danger in her voice.

"What does she do in there?"

Joy took a sip of the red liquid, and you could almost hear the sound of the glass against her teeth.

"The kind of thing that can transform and transcend."

"I see. She's like, a pharmacist, isn't she?" you asked, hopeful this would prove to her that you weren't a dumb guy. "I know the symbol."

"No, dear, you think you know," she replied with a little laugh. "The symbol on this door is the Caduceus of Hermes, which has meanings beyond medicine. The Rod of Asclepius, now that is the true symbol of medicine, and it has only one snake wrapped around the rod."

"Oh... really?"

"It's a common mistake, don't worry."

You looked at the door again, now with a new understanding, though you still didn't know what lay behind it.

"In that case, what does this symbol on the door mean?"

"Come with me," Joy said softly, extending her free hand to you. "Answering your questions will only pique your curiosity about something you shouldn't get involved with. There are places in the castle that are safe to explore. This is not one of them. Let me show you something you'll really like."

She smiled again, and this time, there was a touch of kindness in her eyes. You hesitated for a moment, but then you took her hand, letting her guide you back through the strange corridors, away from that room and the secrets it held.

Joy led you through corridors that, in a clear display of architecture's preference for theatricality, became more elegant and less functional, as if competing in an invisible contest of opulence. Opening a heavy, ornate door, Joy revealed a dining room that seemed a whimsical recreation of a medieval banquet, with a long wooden table covered by a linen cloth that politely screamed "luxury!"

"Welcome to our table," said Joy, with a smile that could be described as charming, if not for the hint of irony that accompanied it. "I hope you're hungry. Your gastronomic journey will be guided by me and meticulously orchestrated by Chef Seulgi."

"Wow, this is fancy!"

You settled into the chair as Joy began serving the dishes. First, a tray of roasted chicken, golden to perfection and wrapped in aromatic herbs that released an irresistible aroma. The chicken looked so appetizing that you had to restrain yourself from diving in immediately.

"Wow, I'm really starving!"

But next, Joy brought a bowl of ripe bananas, arranged in a mound that seemed an homage to some exotic fruit god. You raised an eyebrow, silently questioning what was happening.

"What we have here is a rather... eclectic selection," commented Joy, with a glint of humor in her eyes. "Seulgi is not exactly a specialist in homogeneous combinations."

You looked at Joy, hoping she was joking, but the smile and calm on her face were genuine.

"Shall we start with the chicken, perhaps?" suggested Joy, serving a generous portion on your plate. "And then, maybe a banana to accompany it?"

You nodded, still absorbing the strangeness of it all. Joy returned to the kitchen to fetch who knows what, while you stared at the table, unreactive.

"Here we have pea soup," she announced, placing a bowl in front of you. "And, of course, the donuts, if I remember the correct name... perfect for dipping in the soup, perhaps?" She laughed softly.

Lastly, Joy brought a plate of colorful jelly that was placed next to the other meals. The jelly was a bright red, the classic appearance of a children's dessert.

Joy looked at the table with a satisfied gaze, as if this culinary chaos were a masterpiece.

"Bon appétit," said Joy, sitting opposite you. "Seulgi did what she could, I hope you appreciate that."

"You're not going to eat?"

"No dear, the banquet is all yours."

"And you'd better eat it all!" said a voice behind you, almost causing a heart attack.

"Seulgi?!"

"We were just talking about your talent for diversifying the menu," said Joy. "You should have seen his face while I brought each dish."

"You didn't like it?" asked Seulgi, with a look that could pierce steel.

"Well, the chicken looks good..."

"You'll eat every last banana peel. Bringing all this here was a hellish job!"

"Seulgi, please. No need to talk about it," Joy intervened. "Sit with us and let's enjoy the company of our guest."

"I'd rather talk to a Neanderthal than talk to him."

Joy brought her hand to her mouth to hide her giggle. You felt a bit offended, but you also had to acknowledge her blunt honesty.

"Seulgi, that's no way to treat our guest! She's always like this. It's our culture, as I explained before, please don't be upset."

"Well, I appreciate the meal, Seulgi," you said, polite. "Everything looks great. Thank you for your effort in preparing all this. I'm truly grateful."

She sighed, and up close you could see the beautiful melancholy in her eyes.

"Just eat the damn food already."

And with that, she walked away, going to sit at the end of the table (which was quite long, by the way), carrying with her one of those flasks with the same red drink that Joy was drinking.

"Can I also have some of that wine?" you asked, seeing that the only drink on the table for you was a jug of water.

"Oh, dear, trust me: you won't like what we're drinking."

"Neither do we," said Seulgi, her voice distant. "Fortunately, we'll be able to drink something better soon."

Even from afar, you saw a peculiar smile spread across Seulgi's face.

"Oh, did you order some wine?" you asked, excited.

"Something like that, dear," replied Joy. "Something like that..."

At the edge of the bed, Joy was sitting with an almost ethereal grace, while Seulgi, in slow and meticulous movements, brushed her hair. Both wore short silk nightgowns that seemed more like part of a subtle choreography: Joy in a soft pink, Seulgi in a deep red, like opposing reflections of the same flame. The cold of the room, which would make any mortal tremble, seemed nonexistent to them. Between the strands of hair and low laughter, they discussed the night with a tranquility that bordered on indifference. Until the topic they had both been avoiding came up:

"Did you find out what's wrong with the sphere?" asked Joy, her voice delicate but loaded with curiosity.

"It's the crystal, as I suspected," replied Seulgi, with a calm that only centuries can teach. "Its energy is weak, so it's starting to fail."

Joy sighed, resigned.

"When was the last time it was energized? About 500 years ago, maybe? Sooner or later this would happen."

"I need to warn you that some things will be dangerous to do while the crystal is like this," said Seulgi, continuing to brush Joy's hair with the precision of an artist. "Teleportation is one of them."

"But you teleported today!" exclaimed Joy, turning her head slightly to face Seulgi.

"How was I going to bring all that food here as just a bat, Joy?!" Seulgi replied, with a tone that mixed frustration and fatigue. "A slight stabilization problem and I could have been split in half or even exploded."

"I wouldn't have asked you to do that if I knew the risks."

"I know, I know. It's not your fault."

Joy took a long breath.

"Great, just what we needed..." Joy murmured, her eyes lost on the ceiling. "The sphere is the soul of the castle. Without it, our location could be revealed. We need to energize this crystal somehow."

"And you think I don't know that?" Seulgi replied, the brush still gliding through Joy's hair. "I'll think of something. There are several energy sources that vary in practicality and durability."

"The easiest to obtain, Seulgi, please!" Joy pleaded, her voice heavy with concern and impatience.

"Hey, don't move! I'm almost done..." Seulgi ordered, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Sorry," Joy sighed, relaxing her shoulders. "Running this castle is terribly exhausting."

"You talk as if I do nothing around here," Seulgi retorted, her tone calm but with a touch of challenge.

"Oh, don't start, Seulgi. You know I was one of the first to support and encourage your remarkable inclination towards the esoteric arts," Joy said, a sparkle of pride in her eyes. "I appreciate what you do here, especially the blood distillation."

"But you complain about the taste," murmured Seulgi, her voice an intimate whisper.

"Oh, my sister, you know I'm a grumbler. Anyway, I love your creation. How could I not? It saved our lives for years and years," Joy concluded, her voice soft but loaded with a conviction that made her sister blush.

Seulgi stopped brushing Joy's hair and placed the brush on the nightstand by the bed. Her eyes fixed on a distant point, her mind already calculating the complexities of what was to come.

"Have you decided which approach we'll use to get that idiot's blood?" Her voice was a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"The classic Stockholm Syndrome," replied Joy.

Seulgi raised an eyebrow.

"That will take time, and it may not work."

Joy sighed, her eyes dancing with a mix of patience and determination.

"Time here doesn't matter, you know. At most, it will take a few months until he accepts the idea that he's trapped here forever... Or until we tire of him. Starting tomorrow, when the mask falls, he'll be skittish as a stray kitten, so we'll have to be considerate and not make him suffer more than necessary. This will speed up the process."

"That's a lot of work, Joy. I can simply hypnotize him and make him submit to us," said Seulgi, her voice cold but with a touch of impatience.

Joy gave a condescending smile, one Seulgi knew all too well.

"Doing that continuously will give you serious headaches, my beautiful night flower. And I don't need to remind you that gradually his brain will become so dull that we'll have to feed him by hand. I don't know about you, but I have no desire to be his nanny."

Seulgi huffed, a low sound full of frustration.

"Why do you always choose the hardest way to do things?"

"The result will be worth it, sister," said Joy, her words laden with a dark calm. "A reserve of fresh, tasty blood for a long time, and thanks to your wonderful elixir, we'll be able to drink from this source almost daily. So it will be, until the winds bring us better days."

"When will we be able to drink some blood?" asked Seulgi, her voice softer, almost reluctant.

"Tomorrow, before he 'leaves.' We'll make him feel a bit of pleasure, then we'll take advantage of his lust-doped mind to bite that beautiful neck without him complaining too much," replied Joy, a predatory gleam in her eyes.

Seulgi frowned, clearly not liking the idea.

“Wait a moment, I didn't agree to this! I'm not going to bed with him.”

“Oh, come on, Seulgi. I know you find him at least cute,” said Joy, her mischievous smile showing.

“That’s a miserable lie. I feel like tearing that idiot face of his,” Seulgi replied, her voice loaded with contempt.

“The poor boy has no idea what’s coming,” Joy said, a sadistic grin escaping her lips. “He must be sleeping now, just like an innocent child.”

“Or a lamb,” Seulgi murmured. “We can drink just a little of his blood while he's sleeping.”

“Don’t start with ideas, sister. The last time you said that, you sucked every last drop from that girl’s body. She didn’t last a day because of your insatiable thirst.”

Seulgi shrugged, responding:

“It was her fault for being so delicious.”

You were lying on the bed, hands crossed under your head, staring at the ceiling as if it held all the answers. Exhaustion weighed on you, but sleep wouldn’t come. And no wonder, the damn castle was terribly intriguing to your mind, almost as if it were whispering, a veiled and insidious voice, for you to get up and explore it again. After the bizarre dinner, Joy had prepared a hot bath for you, and then everyone went to their respective rooms. Before leaving, she had recommended that you not leave the room until dawn, without bothering to explain why. But damn, the place was simply too fascinating for you not to take one last look before leaving the next day.

You got up, determined. A quick walk through the corridors and no one would know anything - Joy and Seulgi would be sleeping, hopefully. Maybe you’d take a peek at that secret place you still thought was some kind of pharmacy. You dressed appropriately for the cold, feeling the weight of the jacket on your shoulders that didn’t match your pajama pants, and then headed for the door. A nasty surprise against your face: it was locked. You forced the handle, but nothing happened. But how could that have happened? You could swear you saw Joy just close the door; there was no sound of the latch turning, and she wasn’t holding any key. Stranger still was the fact that the handle was warm, almost hot, as if an invisible hand were holding it and warming it with its heat.

You paced around the room, your mind buzzing with possibilities and theories, but there weren’t many options at your disposal.

Frustrated, you went back to the door, determined to try again. Touching the handle, a new surprise: it was cold now. Icy, actually. You could swear that moments ago it was warm… or was it just your imagination? What was happening here? Anyway, you pulled the door and, surprisingly, it opened as if it had never been locked.

Luck, perhaps. Your friend that never left you.

You stepped out of the room, the corridor in front of you stretching out like a beautiful yet oppressive labyrinth. The castle seemed to breathe in silence, except for a metallic sound in the distance, far in the distance, in a distant part of the castle. Maybe it was Mr. Hollow doing his… watch? The poor guy, besides being a butler, must also have been the night shift security guard.

You continued, your heart racing, and you didn’t allow yourself to stop walking because soon your mind would raise that old sign saying that your addiction to adrenaline would still kill you. Turning lefts and rights, you followed a passage that narrowed and ended in a door adorned with arabesques and symbols that seemed to be engraved in gold.

You pushed the door open and entered a surprising room, full of mirrors. They covered the walls from top to bottom, varying in size and shape. Some had intricate carved wooden frames, others were of cold, shiny metal. At first glance, they were just ordinary mirrors, reflecting your image and the room. But as you moved, the reflections didn’t behave as they should. Your images distorted, stretched, like those mirrors in amusement parks. You even had some fun making a few poses and faces for the mirrors, it was just curious that someone would have this kind of thing at home.

Well… maybe people whose ‘home’ is a damn castle have slightly different customs. As far as you knew, the rich had a taste for everything, including oddities.

You passed by a long mirror when you yawned, and suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you saw your reflection bring its hand to its eye, as if to scratch or something. You quickly turned to the mirror. All normal. To be sure, you raised your left hand. The reflection did the same.

With a second delay.

A shiver ran down your spine. Trying to stay calm, you shook your head and the reflection did the same, but the eyes in the mirror took a while to meet yours.

You walked desperately among the mirrors, each one showing a different version of you, as if they had gathered for a freak show contest. In one mirror, you looked older, your face a map of non-existent wrinkles. In another, you were a young man who might as well have come out of an aftershave ad. And then, there was the mirror where your reflection blinked, even though you hadn’t blinked. The movements of the reflections were becoming independent of you, one of them even waved while you hadn’t moved a muscle.

You approached a large mirror with a gold frame, where the reflection smiled. But it wasn’t just any smile; it was the kind of smile you’d expect to see on a cheap soap opera villain. You couldn’t look away, captivated by the bizarreness of the situation. The reflection raised its hand, as if wanting to touch the glass, and you stepped back, your heart pounding in your chest. Then, the sound of shattering glass echoed from the other side of the room. On impulse, you ran out of the room, closing the door with a bang that echoed like thunder. A mad laugh escaped your lips. You had just experienced one of the scariest and at the same time coolest things in your life.

The adrenaline only increased.

Returning through the corridor, you made a turn that, frankly, you should never have made. After all, in the unwritten manuals of exploring mysterious places, turning in the wrong direction usually leads to unwanted encounters with monsters, ghosts, or —in your case— a half-open door. At first glance, it wasn’t something very scary. Looking to both sides and finding nothing but an alarming lack of life, you decided that curiosity was, indeed, stronger than the survival instinct.

Pushing the door slowly, you poked your head first, like a timid rabbit peeking out of its burrow. The sight that met you was of an art gallery, with the walls covered in framed paintings. Portraits of people who lived centuries ago, men in pompous and shining clothes and women in opulent dresses, all with expressions that only the faces of aristocrats possess. There was something unsettling in the air, something that made you feel a melancholic nostalgia, trying to avoid thinking too much about the memories this room was making you unlock, although this had nothing to do with your childhood or your reality.

You walked through the room slowly, each step echoing softly, the sound muffled by the thick carpet that covered the floor. You put your hand in your pocket in an involuntary gesture and muttered when you realized your cell phone wasn’t there.

Then, something caught your attention. Two portraits, side by side, stood out from the rest. The first portrayed Joy. Even through the veil of centuries, the intimidating expression and enigmatic smile were unmistakable. She was dressed in old clothes (not that she now wore what is called the latest fashion), a long dress much more elaborate than the one she wore that night, which seemed to have been made for a queen or a high-level courtesan. The artist had captured the intensity of her eyes, giving them a slight crimson glow, with a life that seemed to want to jump out of the canvas. The second portrait showed Seulgi, equally timeless. She also wore clothes reminiscent of royalty, incomparably more chic than now, mainly due to the heavy velvet mantle. The same melancholy and mystery were present in her eyes, beautifully penetrating. Behind them, a landscape of ancient constructions: a castle quite similar to the one you were in, a dying city, and, standing out in the background, a Gothic cathedral, half-cut but still impressive.

As you absorbed these visions and concepts, a sudden sensation took over your body. It was as if you were looking at a part of a past that should have remained buried. You approached the portraits, examining the details, trying to understand why Joy and Seulgi were there in those paintings, as if they were… blemishes on logic.

Suddenly, a sharp caw broke the silence. You turned abruptly to the window, where a crow perched on the sill, its black, shiny eyes fixed on you. The bird began to caw, but its words were clear, articulated in a hurried, hoarse whisper that you could understand.

“Ruuuun! Run from the castle! Run before it’s too late.”

You took a step forward, your body trembling.

“How do you… you’re talking?”

“There is a passage,” continued the crow, “where you can climb-” Before it could finish, a black figure outside passed in the blink of an eye and grabbed the crow. You could only hear the sound of claws against the stone of the sill. That and a final beastly caw that faded into the night air.

The silence that followed was staggering. Your steps toward the window were slow and careful, as if you didn't trust your own legs to do the job. On the windowsill, long black feathers that the next breeze blew away. You saved one and put it in your pocket. As if dealing with a fragile fossil, your fingers touched the spot where claws had cut into the stone... what kind of damned animal could do that?

"You are truly a curious child." The voice came soft and familiar, almost like a whisper. You turned quickly, and there was Joy, standing at the entrance to the gallery, with her enigmatic smile. She was wearing only a short silk nightgown, which looked even more provocative under the soft candlelight.

"Joy?!" Your voice came out terribly high-pitched.

"I see you found the gallery. Beautiful place, don't you think?" She took a few steps into the room.

You tried to hide your nervousness, but you knew your eyes betrayed your calm.

"Yes, very... interesting," you replied, your voice uncertain.

Joy approached the paintings, her fingers lightly brushing the golden frames. "Did you find any other interesting places?"

"Me...? No, none," you lied, but could barely maintain eye contact.

She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you sure, dear? Good boys don't lie."

"Well... I went into a room with some mirrors." You couldn't help it.

"Ah, the mirrors," she sighed as she said it. "The mirrors are just a cheap trick, you know," she said casually. "A way to entertain visitors, to give an air of peculiarity to the place."

You remembered the strange reflections, the delayed and independent movements. You tried not to show the incredulity on your face.

"Oh, sure. Mirror tricks," you murmured, more to yourself than to her. "That's what I suspected. It's pretty cool."

Joy chuckled as she moved closer to you, with a grace you weren't sure was genuine or intentional.

"And the paintings... What did you think of them?"

"There's a painting of you and Seulgi," you dared to mention, trying to sound uninterested.

"Oh, really? If you hadn't told me, I'd never have known," she replied with a sarcastic giggle. "The perfect decoration for an old castle like this. My sister and I enjoy that lost-in-time aesthetic, what can we do?"

You glanced at the paintings again.

"It looks like you really lived in that time."

Joy laughed softly.

"It's the talent of the artists. They capture the essence of people and transport them to any setting."

Something about Joy conveyed a strange sense of calm. Although you didn't know her well, it seemed fine to feel carefree, as she was in front of you. Despite this, you couldn't shake off the insecurity, and, for some reason, maybe that's what forced her to be so... condescending to you.

"There was a crow here, Joy. It appeared at the window and spoke to me," you said, the disbelief clear in your voice.

Joy raised an eyebrow again and let out a soft laugh. She always seemed to be amused.

"Crows can speak sometimes. They're intelligent creatures, they know a few words if taught."

"But something out there caught it!" you exclaimed. "The poor thing didn't even finish what it was saying."

"Really?" Joy asked, and you saw a smile form on her face. "There are birds of prey out there, fast and deadly. Probably what you saw was just a hawk or an owl catching its meal. Nothing more."

She took a step closer, and you could tell she was trying to read you somehow, though her smile remained gentle. You tried to smile back, but the oddity of the whole situation still lingered in your mind. Her words should have been comforting, but something in her tone, the way she said "Nothing more," seemed to suggest exactly the opposite.

"Why did you leave your room, dear? Didn't you hear when I advised you to leave your quarters only in the morning?"

"I was thirsty, so I went out to get water. I know, I know! I should have asked someone to go with me, but I didn't want to wake you or Seulgi... and I didn't find Mr. Hollow along the way. In the end, I got lost in the castle."

You finished with your famous "I tried, come on" smile, hoping to convince her with it. And at that moment you discovered she was capable of maintaining a fatal eye contact if she wanted to.

"Mm... Thirst," she seemed to absorb the information calmly, as if you were being analyzed by a lie detector. "Okay. I understand, dear."

"It happens to the best of us, right?"

"Now," she began, changing the subject, "before I forget, can you tell me exactly what the crow said to you?" The curiosity in her eyes was painted with an uncomfortable patience.

"It wasn't anything major."

Her reaction was immutable as expected, but it was Joy's delay in speaking that made you realize she wasn't pleased with your response.

"Oh, if it wasn't anything major then there won't be a problem telling me, will there, dear?"

"Seriously. It just shouted nonsense. Like, 'castle' and other things... nonsense."

"You seem upset for not being able to hear what it wanted to say until the end. Am I wrong?"

"Well, it's not every day you hear a crow talking, is it? I wanted to know what it was capable of saying," you explained, trying to sound casual, your hands shoved in your pants pockets.

Since Joy said nothing, you spoke:

"I think I should go back to my room," it was your attempt to end the conversation.

Joy nodded, her expression softening into a solemn smile.

"Of course, let me accompany you. We don't want you getting lost again, right?"

Although you are a great master at the art of getting lost, you soon suspected that the place Joy was taking you to was not really your room. The corridors looked different, with tapestries and furniture you didn't recognize. Some adornments were notably different: strange sculptures and even sporadic plants in the corners. The sound of your steps echoed on the stone walls, and the air seemed to get colder and denser, with a sticky aspect enveloping the entire atmosphere. It all became evident when Joy began climbing the stairs. You hadn't passed by any stairs before. The creaking of the wooden steps under your feet was almost deafening in the silence that surrounded the castle, clashing against the crow's voice that still echoed in your mind.

RUUUN!!!

The despair in its voice, the urgency with which it passed the message...

As you followed her, a mixture of nervousness and enchantment formed a combination capable of causing nausea, as if you had mixed two drinks that shouldn't be mixed.

The nervousness came from not knowing where you were being taken. Rationality insisted that you should ask, but something stopped you – maybe it was Joy's magnetism, the way she moved her hips while climbing the stairs, or the mystery that seemed to emanate from her, that almost biting confidence. With each step, the nervousness grew, making your heart beat faster, as if you were about to explore unknown and even dangerous territory.

The enchantment, on the other hand, came from the tempting vision that unfolded before you. Joy's silk nightgown rose slightly with each step, revealing a provocative portion of her buttocks. It was clear she wasn't wearing anything underneath, and this revelation made your mouth dry and your pulse race even more. You tried to avoid looking, out of manners and all that, but it was too difficult a task. Your eyes were naturally drawn to that sight. There was no way not to look, no reason not to look.

At a certain point, you simply let yourself appreciate it, feeling guilty and fascinated at the same time, trapped in a terribly addictive duality. Her skin seemed to glow in the candlelight, sensual shadows on her curves. The touch of silk in contrast with the bare flesh was an image that etched itself into your mind, increasing your desire and curiosity, trying to keep your mind open to what lay ahead.

The soft sound of Joy's breathing, mixed with the echo of steps, created a melody that resonated in your head, fading the crow's frightening caws, increasing the feeling that you were heading towards something inevitable.

When they reached the top of the stairs, Joy turned to you with a smile, not so enigmatic now, but somehow: arrogant.

"We're almost there, dear," she said, her voice a seductive whisper that made your hair stand on end.

She extended her hand, and you took it, feeling the cold of her skin against yours, a sensation that only intensified the growing heat inside you. She led you down a narrow hallway, the heavy silence interrupted only by the sound of your intertwined breathing.

"When you're with me, you become such a well-behaved boy," she said, her fingers casually caressing your hand, your nervousness firing every nerve.

The narrow walls of the hallway seemed to close in around you, contributing to a sense of claustrophobia and excitement. The walls were decorated with paintings of strange geometric shapes that, at first glance, seemed like bored eyes following your every move. It was as if these geometric eyes were trapped in an endless loop of watching strangers wander through the castle and were already tired of seeing the same old story unfold again. They seemed to roll their eyes – or were they triangles? – with each step you took, emitting an imaginary sigh of resignation. "Here we go again," they seemed to say, "another curious one, lost and confused. We've seen this a thousand times." The air was filled with a sweet, heavy aroma that came from the last room, similar to an exotic perfume mixed with something old.

Finally, Joy stopped in front of the large, ornate door. She opened it slowly, revealing a room that was the very embodiment of lust and mystery. The space was lit by candles arranged in silver candelabras, casting a warm and enveloping light, a true sensual opulence. The large, sumptuous bed was covered with red silk sheets, and next to it, on a table, was another bottle of that red drink, this time with a goblet beside it.

"Welcome to my room," Joy murmured, closing the door behind you. Her smile was inviting, but there was something deeper in her eyes.

"What do you think?"

"It's quite... chic," you commented, somewhat robotically. "Listen, Joy, why did you bring me here, after all?"

Before you could react, she kissed you with controlled ferocity, her cold, soft lips pressing against yours with a burning urgency. The kiss deepened quickly, tongues meeting with pure desire, a strange metallic taste on her tongue.

"You're mine now, darling," she whispered against your lips, lightly biting your lower lip. "I'll show you pleasures you never imagined."

Joy began to undress you with skillful hands, each piece of clothing falling to the floor with an almost inaudible sound. Your naked body was exposed to the cold of the room, and worse than that, your erection was visible before her. Before you could cover yourself, Joy pushed you onto the bed with extreme ease and supernatural strength.

"Lie down, darling."

She spat into her hand, a gesture so suddenly dominant it heightened your arousal. Joy came to the bed, knelt down, and began to masturbate you. Her touch was both firm and delicate, alternating between squeezes and caresses.

"Do you like this?" she murmured, her eyes fixed on yours. "I want to hear you moan for me."

You couldn't hold back the moans and murmurs, feeling terribly vulnerable.

You didn't know it could be this pleasurable.

"Oh, Joy, this is... so good," you whispered. She squeezed a little more, her hand's movements intensifying, her thumb sliding over the sensitive tip, spreading the moisture and provoking groans in your throat.

"That's right, darling," she encouraged. Another spit, directly on the head of your penis. "I want you to give yourself completely to me." She increased the pace. You could feel and hear the moisture from her saliva sliding and lubricating.

"Joy, please, don't stop," you pleaded, your hips moving instinctively towards her hand. "This is amazing. You... you're so good."

She laughed softly, a sound that made your heart race even more.

"I'll take you to the edge, darling," she promised, her voice carrying the knowledge of her power. "And then, I'll make you beg for more... Now, be a good boy and fuck me hard, okay?"

As you sat up, Joy slowly turned around on the bed. The silk nightgown rose, revealing her tempting curves and her pussy pressed against her thighs. Her pale skin gleamed in the candlelight.

"Come, darling," she murmured, her voice an invitation full of desire. "Fill me. Make me feel you."

You approached, excitement pulsing through your veins. When you penetrated her, a deep groan escaped your lips as you felt her tightness and warmth enveloping you. Slow movements, your body moving instinctively, guided by a newly awakened desire. Your hands firmly gripped her hips, pulling her against you with force, each thrust drawing moans of pleasure from Joy.

"Yes, harder! You're such a good boy!" she exclaimed, her voice heavy with need, her long black hair covering her back. "Fuck harder, darling, don't be afraid." Your hips moved with force, each thrust deeper and more intense, as you felt Joy's pussy gripping your cock, tightening and releasing in a rhythm that seemed coordinated with your movements.

You increased the pace, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both bodies. Joy arched beneath you, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. "More, don't stop," she begged, her voice full of insatiable desire. The sensation of her pussy gripping and squeezing your cock was almost too much to bear, a delicious pressure.

Joy looked over her shoulder, her eyes shining with pleasure and challenge.

"Yes, darling, fuck me hard, just how I like it. Make me scream your name," she moaned, her hips pushing back against you, seeking more depth, more intensity. You gave it your all, each thrust harder and deeper, feeling her body shaking and tightening around you.

"Let me taste you a little more," Joy turned to you, desire shining in her eyes as she forced you to sit up on the bed. With an agile movement, she mounted your lap, the nightgown lifted to her hips. Her hands gripped your shoulders as she adjusted herself, and in an instant, you were inside her again, immersed in a sensation of addictive warmth and pressure. Joy began to ride you with a desperate intensity, your bodies pressed together, a torturous pleasure inside you.

"Yes, my darling!" she murmured between moans, her lips brushing against yours in hot kisses. "Make me feel alive!"

You felt every inch of her moving over you, the delicious friction driving you both mad. Her breasts brushed against your chest, the hardened nipples through the silk being squeezed by your fingers while her hands roamed your body, nails scratching your skin as she moaned your name, her hot breath in your ear. "You're mine," she whispered, her tone a mix of possession and adoration. "Heat that blood for me, darling. You're almost there."

Each of Joy's hip movements was a demonstration of her skill, each thrust deeper than the last, each wet kiss a point of affection in the hard sex, and you got lost in the sensation of being completely consumed by her.

Then, with a mischievous smile and a provocative gleam in her eyes, Joy changed positions. With an agile movement, she stood up, her eyes fixed on yours, guiding you. Her movements were fluid, and the transition was almost smooth, soon she was behind you, her hands delicately caressing your body, exploring every contour with passionate precision. The sensation of her soft touch was a fascinating contrast to the heat and intensity from before. Her body was now aligned with yours, her presence a combination of empirical domination and desire.

She leaned forward, her lips began to trace a sensitive path, kisses descending your neck to the base of your spine. The sensation of her soft lips and the light pressure of her teeth began to make your skin burn with pleasure. With each touch, with each kiss, you felt completely surrendered to her.

Joy's hands explored your chest and abdomen, her touches alternating between gentleness and firmness. She began to kiss and lick the lobe of your ear, the hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You're so delicious," she murmured, her voice vibrating with a soft authority that left you incapable of any action.

Her kisses descended your neck, the sensation of her soft lips and agile tongue increasing your desire. She found a specific spot, just above your collarbone, where the skin was more sensitive. Her teeth sank into your skin with predatory precision, and the sharp pain was immediate, a shock that made your body tense.

"Jo- Joy?! What is this?!"

But then, like a tide of pleasure, the pain was quickly replaced by an overwhelming sensation that made you gasp aloud. It was as if all the nerve endings in your body were on fire, the pleasure growing every second.

While she drank your blood, sucking with painful intensity, Joy's hand went down to hold your penis again. Her firm and enveloping fingers began to move, slow and deliberate, a rhythm that drove you to the brink of madness.

"You like this, don't you?" she whispered against your skin, her voice carrying a dark authority. "Tell me, tell me how much you like it."

"Yes... yes, I like it," you moaned, your body trembling with the intertwining of pain and pleasure. Every drop of blood she drank seemed to slowly numb your body, an unknown sedative, making you more vulnerable and submissive.

The contact of her mouth was both burning and icy, a contrasting sensation that made your body arch involuntarily. Her lips slowly slid over the exposed skin, the heat of her breath mixing with the icy sensation of her teeth, sinking her fangs even deeper into your neck.

Joy sucked the blood with an animalistic intensity, her tongue sliding over the wound with evident pleasure. The sensation of her kiss on the broken skin and the warm flow of blood being sucked created a combination of almost irrational pain and pleasure, which you slowly felt weaken you, but you couldn't avoid the will to continue trapped in this sensation, begging her to continue, lost in erratic breathing, as if she was consuming not only your blood but also your essence.

When Joy finally pulled away, her expression was one of genuine satisfaction, her eyes shining with insatiable desire. The blood still stained her lips and the edge of her teeth, and that was when you saw her canines larger than before, almost like a predator's fangs, your mind terribly slowed to protest; there was no time, she leaned over you, her breath laden with the metallic taste of blood.

"You need to know how good your taste is, darling."

Her lips met yours, and the kiss that followed was a mix of burning and intoxicating, numbed by the slow handjob Joy was giving you. The taste of the blood, warm and salty, mingled with the neutral and wet touch of your saliva. Every movement of her mouth seemed like a new flavor.

Her lips found yours, and the kiss that followed was a fiery and intoxicating blend, numbed by the slow handjob Joy was giving you. The taste of blood, warm and salty, mingled with the neutral, moist touch of your saliva. Each movement of your mouth seemed like a new flavor.

As Joy's lips moved against yours, the metallic and penetrating taste of blood made your mind spin, awakening a grotesque feeling, a connection you mentally avoided becoming vital. But it was too late. The kiss was a mix of pleasure and dominance, each exchange of taste and sensation deepening your need for her. Joy explored every part of your mouth with delight, absorbing every nuance of the taste with a hunger long waiting to be satisfied.

While Joy continued to masturbate you, you felt your climax approaching like an inevitable storm. Every movement of her hand seemed sculpted to extract maximum pleasure, your whole body trembling in anticipation of what was coming. "Cum for me, good boy," she ordered. Her voice had a commanding tone, each word dripping with irresistible seduction. "You are mine, understand? My good boy." Her words echoed in your mind, fueling the desire and submission that were overtaking you.

"You’re going to make me cum, Joy... Fuck, keep going, I’m almost there!"

"Be a good boy and cum for me, okay? Make me happy and cum."

She wasn't just stroking up and down your cock but started making circular movements around the head, each rotation an explosion of intense sensations that made you gasp and tremble. Her skillful fingers caressed the frenulum with light, almost torturous touches, while her thumb drew slow, deliberate circles, spreading the pre-cum with an experienced touch.

You felt the pleasure growing inexorably, the pressure increasing with each turn, each caress. She knew exactly how to take you to the brink of the abyss and keep you there, on the edge of extremes. Her eyes never left yours, a predatory gaze that held you captive, completely submissive to her control, excited just by watching your reaction.

"You’re my good boy, aren't you?" she asked, her voice smooth and seductive.

"Yes, Joy," you gasped, each word an effort against the sea of pleasure. "I’m your good boy. I’m all yours."

"Then cum for me," she ordered, her fingers speeding up the circular movements, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. "I want to feel you explode in my hand. Show me how much you adore me."

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming!”

Finally, with a moan of uncontrollable pleasure, you came violently, your whole body shaking as you spilled your cum into her hand.

“You cum so much for me, didn’t you? Such a good boy,” she reflected for a second, seeming to have a kind of epiphany, her eyes fixed on you as she brought her hand to her mouth, making sure you saw her licking every drop of your cum with lust and delight. "Wow... I didn't know it was so delicious," she murmured, her tongue snaking around her fingers, cleaning every trace of your cum. "Did you know this is the first time I’ve tasted human semen? I just... felt like I had to do it. And you did so well, my sweet." Her look was that of a true predator, but there was also a deep satisfaction there, as if you had fulfilled exactly what she wanted.

And Joy didn't stop there. With the same predatory hunger, she leaned over you, her tongue sliding along your neck, licking the blood still dripping from the bite. Each lick was slow, each drop of blood and sweat being savored like forbidden nectar.

"The taste of your blood mixed with your cum is perfect. Simply perfect. How did I never know this before? When Seulgi finds out, she’ll want to use you until you pass out," she whispered, her voice a mix of pleasure and amusement. Your head was too fuzzy to make sense of her words. "You’re a good boy, so obedient. How do you feel now?"

“Me? Hmm, kind of dizzy, to be honest,”

“Naturally. But I have something that can help you.”

Joy got up from the bed, her silk nightgown falling smoothly over her body as she walked towards the table in the corner of the room. She picked up a small bottle and a silver spoon. Returning to the bed, she removed the bottle's cap and poured a measured amount of a thick, dark liquid into the spoon.

“What is this?” you asked, the pungent smell hitting your nostrils like a punch, making your stomach churn.

“It’s an elixir developed by my sister. It will accelerate your hematopoiesis remarkably. Now, open your mouth.”

Her voice was firm, a mix of command and seduction. Without thinking much, you obeyed, hesitantly opening your mouth. The bitter taste of the liquid slid down your throat, corroding every inch it touched.

“Ugh! What a horrible thing.”

“But it will make you feel better. Two more spoonfuls tomorrow and you’ll be ready to be consumed again.”

Her words were said with clinical calm, and you still couldn’t discern if what she was saying was really a good thing.

“Consumed?” you asked, your mind spinning, trying to process what she had said.

“We have a few things to discuss,” Joy announced, her eyes fixed on yours as if she could see through your poor soul. “I’ll prepare a quick bath for us in a tub, then your mind will clear a bit.”

She got up again, moving with feline grace. When she reached the door, a question escaped your lips before you could contain yourself.

“Joy?”

She turned slowly, a look of slight apathy as she adjusted the straps of her nightgown.

“Yes, dear?”

“Are you... are you some kind of monster?” The words came out trembling, and you tried to catch your breath, fighting the growing sensation of fainting.

Joy's eyes narrowed for a moment before she let out a soft, almost maternal laugh. She approached again, the candlelight reflecting in her dark eyes.

“That’s no way to address a lady. I see you still have much to learn, sweetie.” She caressed your face with her fingertips, a cold touch but still very good. “I’ll try to educate you a bit while you’re here. And the first lesson is this: never call a vampire a monster.”

Her smile was now a mixture of amusement and hidden threat. Her hand slowly descended, a light touch that seemed to burn the skin. She leaned in, her lips close to your ear.

“Now, let me start preparing our bath, dear. It will be relaxing, I promise. And who knows, by the end, you might see things my way.”

Sitting in the dining room, you slowly chewed on a piece of bread that, despite being well-baked, had the texture of something made several geological ages ago. Beside you, a cup of lukewarm tea waited patiently, exuding an aroma so faint you could almost swear someone had merely waved a tea leaf over the hot water without bothering to actually place it inside. The color of the liquid, almost transparent, seemed to reflect your growing distrust.

Joy, seated on the other side of the table, cast playful glances in your direction. Her eyes, shining with a mixture of malice and satisfaction, seemed to find particular pleasure in your obvious discomfort. Every time your eyes met, you felt a warmth rise to your face, as if your blood was determined to manifest itself in a deep and disconcerting blush.

"How’s breakfast, dear?" Joy asked, her voice laden with veiled sarcasm.

"It's... different," you replied, trying to sound diplomatic, but the note of displeasure was unmistakable.

Joy laughed softly, her eyes never leaving yours. This morning, she wore another extravagant dress, similar to the previous one, although a bit more restrained.

"Don’t worry, I’ll arrange for decent meals from now on. After all, you need to regain your energy," she said, an insinuating smile forming on her lips. "You’re going to need it."

Before you could respond, the dining room door burst open, and Seulgi entered, her face bearing an anger that should not have been possible so early in the morning. Her dress was shorter and more practical than yesterday’s, with a corset, adjusted and reinforced with a bodice. Her polished black boots, adorned with buckles and studs, reached halfway up her shins. She moved to the table with the grace of a sulking child, her eyes fixed on Joy.

"You didn’t have permission to drink his blood," Seulgi growled, her voice low and threatening.

Joy merely shrugged, a gesture that seemed both casual and provocative.

"Oh, dear sister, you know how I am. I can’t resist a good opportunity. And, if I recall, yesterday you criticized my way of handling things. Well, now I have our little lamb in the palm of my hand."

Seulgi pressed her lips together, trying to maintain her composure.

"He was mine," she said, each word loaded with frustration. "You had no right."

You felt the atmosphere in the room change drastically. Trying to ease the tension, you lifted the cup of tea and took a sip, only to discover the drink was practically tasteless. You swallowed with difficulty, nervously glancing between the two sisters and thinking it might be better to leave.

"He’s still here, isn’t he?" Joy said, her voice a silken thread laced with poison. "It wasn’t that bad. I only drank enough to satiate myself, and he’s already taking the elixir... Besides, he seemed to like it." She cast a seductive glance in your direction, making your heart race again.

Seulgi narrowed her eyes, her hands clenched at her sides.

"It doesn’t matter. Agreements are agreements."

"Come on, Seulgi," Joy said, now openly mocking. "Relax a little. We have all the time in the world, and there’s plenty of blood for both of us, blood that’s not going anywhere."

Seulgi’s anger seemed to grow by the second, but she said nothing more. Instead, she cast a cold glance in your direction, as if you bore some blame for what had happened. You shrank a little, wishing to be anywhere else.

Joy stood and walked slowly over to Seulgi, her movements calculated and filled with unshakable confidence.

"Listen, my sister," she murmured, leaning in to whisper something in Seulgi’s ear, out of your hearing range.

Seulgi remained rigid for a moment, then relaxed slightly, though the anger in her eyes hadn’t diminished.

"We’ll talk about this later," she said, before abruptly turning and leaving the room, her presence as intense as her entrance had been.

Joy returned to her seat, smiling as if nothing had happened.

"Now, where were we?" she asked.

You just shook your head, feeling like a puppet in a game whose rules you still didn’t fully understand, and it was becoming obvious that both of them wanted you to stay that way.

Minutes later, as you were finishing your breakfast (the donuts you hadn’t eaten at dinner were your salvation), the door opened again and Seulgi returned, her face still carrying a shadow of irritation. She was compulsively drinking that red beverage you discovered was not cheap wine but rather distilled animal blood made consumable. She looked you up and down, as if evaluating every inch of your existence with much judgment.

"So, I hear you’re planning to stay here for a while," she said, her voice cold.

You nodded, trying not to seem nervous.

‘Yes, I... found the place interesting. And... well, I’m slightly seduced by Joy,’ you thought, but said:

"I want to learn more about the castle; this place is different from anything I’ve ever visited."

Seulgi widened her eyes, surprised.

"You’re willingly staying here? After everything that’s happened?"

"Yes," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "The oddities... they fascinate me. I want to see and learn more about strange things."

Seulgi scoffed, incredulous.

"You’re an idiot, you know?" she said, shaking her head. "You have no idea what you’re getting into. It’s dangerous here. You’ll end up dead in less than a week."

"I know the risks," you said, trying to stay calm. "But I... I’m curious. And besides, Joy told me I’d be safe here."

Seulgi cast a look of disdain at Joy.

"Of course, she’d say exactly that. You’re falling right into her game."

Joy just smiled, that enigmatic smile as always.

"Oh, Seulgi, don’t be so harsh. He’s our guest. We should make him feel welcome, not scare him away. What’s gotten into you today?"

Seulgi crossed her arms.

"You really think he’s going to last? That he’ll survive all this?"

Joy shrugged again.

"Only time will tell. But until then, let’s enjoy his company, shall we?" She cast another seductive glance in your direction, making your heart race once more.

Seulgi sighed, resigned.

"Fine. It’s not like I care if you die anyway… I’m just surprised to be facing the dumbest man in the world. What an illustrious figure."

"I just want to know more, see more. And maybe understand more about vampires."

Seulgi looked at you fixedly for a long moment before finally giving a slight nod.

"But don’t expect me to answer your questions like some fucking teacher. You’re in Joy’s hands."

You hesitated for a moment, curiosity burning inside you.

"I... I saw your laboratory, Seulgi. Could I visit it?"

Seulgi took a step forward, her eyes burning with fierce intensity.

"No," she said, the word snapping like a whip. "No one, besides me and Joy, enters there. It’s highly confidential. And I don’t want your curious fingers messing with my creations. Disobey me and I’ll make you drink aqua regia!"

You recoiled, surprised by the vehemence of her response.

"Understood," you murmured, trying to hide the disappointment. “No laboratory. Okay, no problem.”

"The last thing we need is an intruder in my lab."

You tried to change the subject, your mind still reeling with all the new information.

"And the talking crow? Is it common here?"

The two sisters exchanged glances, a shadow of concern passing over their faces. Joy was the first to speak, but her voice was less confident than before.

"With so many cool things around here, why wonder about some random crow? It’s almost offensive to us, dear."

Seulgi nodded, but you could see the tension in her eyes.

"Yes, just a bird. Forget it."

Before leaving again, Seulgi stopped at the door and looked at Joy.

"We need to talk later about the sphere. And about that other matter."

Joy just nodded, her smile disappearing for a moment.

"Of course, sister. We’ll talk."

You raised your hand, as if asking a teacher for permission to ask a question.

"What is it, dear?

"I just wanted to know, if it’s not too much trouble, if later I could get some coffee.”

At the top of a hill, under a sky that resembled a long gray veil, Joy and Seulgi stood side by side, watching the vast horizon. Dense clouds, charged with electricity, were forming, promising an imminent storm. The wind blew strongly, making the sisters' hair fly around their beautiful pale faces.

Seulgi narrowed her eyes, focusing on a particularly dark and dense cloud. "Maybe I can energize the crystal with a lightning bolt," she said, her voice thoughtful and full of calm certainty. "That will keep the castle running for a few weeks. But it's just a possibility."

Joy nodded, her eyes shimmering with concern as she looked at her older sister. "Yes, but we have few options. The sphere is failing, and we need a temporary solution until we can fix it properly. This storm will be the best opportunity we’ll have."

Seulgi sighed, her fists clenching at her sides.

"And what about the crow? It shouldn’t have been able to get so close to the castle."

Joy shook her head, frustration evident in her eyes.

"It was a slip-up. The gargoyle caught it in time, so I believe that damned society still hasn't found us.

Seulgi was silent for a moment, her eyes fixed on the stormy horizon. "Even so," she murmured, "the bigger problem isn’t that. Strengthen the gargoyle patrol around the castle. There might be more crows nearby, and we can’t allow more messages to be sent, just as we can’t allow any information about the castle to be leaked."

"I’ve already done that," Joy responded, her voice firm. "The gargoyles are on high alert."

Seulgi nodded slowly, but the worry didn’t leave her face. "As long as the sphere isn’t working properly, the castle's location is at risk. If that idiot managed to find it, then anyone else can,” she said with a long sigh before concluding, “Truth be told, it was a terrible time for him to show up. Before, I was excited to have a good food source, but now he seems more like a bad omen."

"This isn’t the time for pessimism," Joy said, her voice almost inaudible against the rising wind. "We need to think logically at this moment and consider all possibilities. Look, if they know there’s someone in the castle, their efforts will double. If rumors start that some tourist disappeared in the area... things could get complicated."

"Let's make him contact his family and friends to tell them he's fine, and of course, he's certainly not trapped in two vampires' castles," Seulgi suggested. "By the way, how much do you think he heard from the crow?"

"Enough to get curious," Joy showed Seulgi a black feather. "This was in his pants pocket." Seulgi observed the feather for a few moments before Joy let it go, allowing it to be carried away by the breeze. "We’ll keep him entertained here; soon he’ll forget this story."

The two sisters remained silent for a moment, the tension between them as charged as the electricity in the air. As the wind howled around them, bringing the promise of a storm, they knew another one was lurking in the shadows, waiting for the first slip.

Seulgi finally broke the silence, her voice low and somber.

"Let's go. We have much to do and little time to do it."

Joy nodded, and the two sisters began to descend the hill. But before they got far, Seulgi stopped, looking at Joy with a grave expression.

"I want to warn you that I might go to the city," she said, the hesitation clear in her voice. "I need to see if there’s any suspicious activity there, like maybe a member of the society lurking around for clues. There may be few members today, but they’re still dangerous."

Joy frowned, worried.

"It's risky, Seulgi. If someone recogni-"

"I know," Seulgi interrupted, her voice firm. "But it’s a risk we need to take. We need information. And if there are hunters in the city, we need to know as soon as possible. Oh, and of course, we need to stock up on food for the lamb. Stealing little by little from people’s homes will only bring unnecessary alarm to the area."

"If you go, be careful," Joy said, her voice softening. "And come back quickly. We can't afford to waste time."

Seulgi nodded, and the two sisters started to descend the hill together, their small silhouettes disappearing into the vast horizon, in contrast with the imposing figure of the castle, as thunder echoed in the sky above.

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sumirhatos · 11 months ago

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Exposed addictions

Red Velvet - Irene x Male reader

7.6k words

TW: foot fetish, feet worshiping, squirting, fingering, facial, slight humiliation.

This is chapter 1.

Chapter 2. With Joy you can find here https://www.tumblr.com/sumirhatos/743226946594504704/photoshoot

It was a simple "Idol Room" filming day as always, or at least you thought so until you finished the day.

"Good job everyone; I'll see you all next time", you said to the whole filming team and to the Red Velvet girls.

Everyone started to gather their belongings and equipment, and the Red Velvet girls were leaving. But not her.

"PD-nim, can you give me a minute in my dressing room? I need to have a word with you", Joohyun said, looking at you with a cold face. Then she turned around and left for her dressing room.

"Sure, I'll be there in a minute", you answered, finishing the discussion with one of the filming crew members.

"Joohyun, may I come in?", you asked, knocking on the door and pressing the handle.

"Yes", she replied with the cold voice that she's famous for.

You enter the room and see her sitting on a couch, dangling her heels, presumably waiting for you. She still has that judging but cute face, or more like a concerned-uncomfortable face; that's how you would describe it.

"Joohyun, you did a great job today; it was a pleasure to work with you as always," you said with a respectful smile.

"Actually, I don't know if I can say likewise, to be honest. I'm not sure if you know, but I've noticed some weird tendencies today", she stopped for a second and then continued.

"Your crew was taking so many close-up shots of our asses, thighs, and boobs today when me and the girls were trying really hard to do those Pilates poses. I don't know about you, but it made me really uncomfortable", she added.

You were speechless... You are exposed. This never happened; nobody gave a shit how or what you and your crew filmed; the only thing that mattered was their whole image and screen time. You tried your best to break the silence with something, but it didn't matter.

"Umm, I'll talk to the crew", you replied to her, a noticeable nervousness replacing your smile. "I'm pretty sure it's just some misunderstanding."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no», she interrupts you mid-phrase, "talk to the crew? Misunderstanding?", "Are you shitting me?" she exclaims.

"This is YOUR crew, and YOU are the director", she continues, raising her voice even more.

" YOU are to blame here; either you don't have any fucking authority over your own people, so they do whatever they want, or you are just a sick fucking pervert who films the idols and their body parts for perverted use, both of which are fucking disgusting and pathetic."

You have nothing to say in your defense here because you know that you are guilty. She is correct. You are a pervert and a disgusting human...

"I can get you fucking fired for shit like this and make sure to end your fucking career; I can make your little life miserable," she said aggressively.

Realization hits you like a fucking train; you can lose everything. Everything you have worked for for years will vanish like thin air.

Panic starts to get all over you. "Please, P-please, J-Joohyun, I'll do anything in the world, I-I'll give you all my money", you started to stutter, "Please, Joohyun, what do you want me to do? I can have a word with other producers to-"

"Silence!", she interrupts you; she's definitely angry.

"On your knees!", ordered Joohyun. "And don't you fucking dare to speak until I allow you to", she added.

You obey her order, kneel on your knees in front of her, and go silent.

"Such a pathetic loser. How dare you talk to me like that? I hate it when people get too comfortable with me; who said you can use my name?" she said.

"M-my apologies, Miss Bae-", a very hard slap on your left cheek interrupts you. "Ah, what the fuck?", you exclaimed. There comes another slap on the same left cheek, but no words leave your mouth this time.

You have never seen her like that, even when she was off stage or filming for TV shows. What is this? Is this the real Bae Joohyun? Was all of the bully Irene's rumor true? Is she really rude in person? And that cute, loving mother image is just an act to get more fans? She was scary.

"Who allowed you to talk? Was I not clear enough?", she asks with an evil grin. "Be quiet, and I might not slap you again, but if you fail to obey, I will throw you out and report to the police that you tried to rape me. Have I made myself clear this time?", devil smiles at you from above.

You don't say a word; your response is just a nod. You learned the lesson and are ready to comply.

"Good", she smiles. "So, where were we? Oh right! You said you were going to do anything in the world to save your ass, right? I was thinking about a personal toy-dog for my own use. Sounds interesting, right?", she giggles, that evil woman...

You nod again.

"Awesome, first of all, let's see how well you can follow your owner's commands, dog", she says with a smirk on her face. "Get on all four", she adds.

You obey by getting on both your palms and knees, like an obedient dog...

"Bring me my bag; it's on the table there", she says, pointing at the table near the mirror.

You crawl to the other side of the room, get that expensive Miu Miu bag in your teeth, and crawl back to the couch.

"Wow, very good. Plus points for the effort", she says, appreciating your actions and opening her bag, starting to look for something inside.

"Oh, here it is", she says, getting some bottle out of her bag and throwing it to you. "There, I think you know what this is for. It was an exhausting day today, and I feel stiff", she says, smiling with that evil smirk again.

Confused, you start reading into what kind of bottle she threw at you. Soft moisturizer, foot cream, wait what? Foot cream??? You are shocked and stunned at the same time by the task you were assigned. A few minutes ago, she scolded you and threatened to ruin your life, but now she wants you to apply foot cream to her feet? What the fuck is wrong with her?

Still shocked by her command and trying to realize it, you began to sweat profusely. It takes you a minute to get out of the stupor she's gotten you into.

Joohyun noticed that you were surprised by her order and thrown off by her command, so she took initiative into her own hands. To shake you up, she took her left shoe off her foot and brought the shoe an inch to your face.

"Sniff it, dog, ha-ha", an evil laugh escapes her pretty puffed lips.

Little does she know that you're going to enjoy this. So, without hesitation, you put the shoe in your face and took a whiff without her noticing that you were actually enjoying it and prolonging this.

You don't get a chance to distinguish much of the scent; it's just a smell of new fabric, sweat, and some sweet smell.

"Very good, take another sniff, deeper this time, like a good boy you are", she playfully smirks with excitement on her face. I bet she enjoys the show.

Following the order, you take a deeper sniff this time. The combination of scents that pierce your nose gives you enjoyment: the smell of shoe fabric, a sweet rose scent, supposedly from her shower gel or something, and a little bit of the scent of her sweat, indicating that she was wearing these shoes for a while today.

You just realized that you are smelling the shoes of one of the prettiest and most desired idols out there. This is unreal. Your dick is ready to rip your pants apart already...

You give it another big whiff, and it completely brings you back into reality. Yeah, it's not a dream.

"That's enough", she commands you, taking her shoe from you and removing another one from her right foot, placing her heels near the couch. Even though she's ordering you around right now, it's an absolute heaven to have the feet of the goddess presented to you on a golden plate.

She's wiggling her toes in front of your face with that dark polish on her nails, sort of saying "get to work", but you wait for her to allow you to proceed because you don't want to get punched or slapped again, even though you don't mind if it's Bae Joohyun slapping you.

"What are you waiting for, dog? For an invitation? Your master needs a good fucking massage", she says. "Get to work, now!", she exclaims with a slightly higher pitch. Is she losing patience?

Not wanting to keep her waiting, you open a bottle of foot cream and are about to pour some of it out, but she immediately stops you.

"Nah nah nah, doggie, you know that before applying cream, the skin should be cleaned?", she says, smiling at you with that freaking devilish smile that makes your cock twitch in your pants. "Oh no, I don't have any wet wipes left. What do we do? I think we will need you to improvise", she teases you, almost bursting into an evil laugh.

Not only did Bae Joohyun let you sniff her shoes, but now she wants you to clean her petite feet with your mouth? Is it really a punishment?

Wasting no time, you put the bottle of cream aside and got to the main course. You gently take her right foot by the ankle and bring it to your face. Even though Joohyun ordered this, she reflectively tried to jerk her foot away from you, but you pulled it a little bit harder and placed her sole on your mouth with her toes right on your nostrils.

Joohyun had been surprised by your assertiveness; you could see that in her eyes, but she lets it slide.

Her saying nothing is the green light for you, Starting with the kisses on her arch under the ball of her foot, a few kisses on the right and a few kisses on the left side of the foot, at the same time you give her toes huge sniffs, taking in the scent that you could remember from the shoes. Again, rose scent, her body odor, sweat, but right from the source, a slight shoe fabric smell — such a sweet mix. Simultaneously, you massaged the bottom of her sole, right above the heel. This moment will be imprinted in your memory forever.

"Mmmm, yeah, that's nice; yeah, right there, that's the sore spot", she says. "But I think I said cleaning, not kissing", she says, staring at you with that cute face of hers.

"You asked for it, Miss Joohyun", you think to yourself as you insert her toes into your mouth. Once again, she's absolutely shocked and tries to get her foot away from you, but yet again, your grasp is stronger than hers, and you keep her feet in place.

Concentrating on licking, sucking, and slurping on her delicious toes, you tried to gather as much flavor as possible, moving your tongue over her toenails and between the toes. The taste of her toes drives you crazy; you have to be blind to not notice the bulge underneath your pants, but you don't care about it. It's Joohyun's fault you are that horny.

After bathing her toes for a few more seconds, you take them out of your mouth and begin to lick the ball of the foot, going down to the sole, arch, swinging your tongue left and right to not miss any spots.

"Ugh, ah! It tickles!", she says, not stopping your worshiping.

Getting down to the heel of the foot, you give it a few licks on the left and right sides, and then you give a lick to the whole sole from bottom to top, finishing the act with a kiss to her cute little toes.

"Good job, my dog, that was actually interesting and amusing to watch; you've done much better than I expected, maybe too well", she says with a smile on her gorgeous face.

"I think she's satisfied with my work", you think to yourself. "Is she not angry anymore?"

"Well, Mr. foot fetishist, I think we both know this is merely a punishment for you", she smiles and taps you on your chest with her foot.

"I think we need to do something about it, don't you think?", she asks with that evil smirk again...

"What's on her mind this time?", you think to yourself, but you nod in agreement.

"Undress, pervert", she smiles and wiggles her toes in anticipation.

Surprised by her order, you hesitate for a few seconds but obey. There goes your hoodie, your jeans, your socks, and your t-shirt; the only piece of clothing that can't hide your massive bulge is your boxers. She checks you out and nods in approval.

"Oh no!", she giggles. "What's that?", she asks, pointing with her foot to a wet spot on your underwear.

"Take it off; I want to see my pet fully", she commands. But you don't want to do that. "I said, take, it, off", she says in a little bit higher pitch and continues, "Right, fucking now. Or do you want me to call the police and report you to them?"

Fuck... You have no choice... There goes nothing; you yanked the underwear aside, trying to cover yourself...

All of a sudden, she snaps a few photos of you, laughing at you.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!?", you ask angrily, trying to cover your face and your erect dick.

"Oh yeah, this will do; I bet she's going to like it", she says, completely ignoring your question. "And, send", the "click" sound comes out of her phone, and a laugh of evil Joohyun escapes her mouth.

You are getting even more angry at her. "What the hell? Who the fuck are you sending those to?!"

"Your girlfriend, or should I say ex-girlfriend?", she says, laughing at you.

"YOU SENT IT TO WHO AGAIN?", you raise your voice. "Are you fucking crazy? Who do you think you are?", you ask her.

" No, who the fuck do you think YOU are, to raise your voice at me?", she replies. "You are a fucking nobody, just a small director of a filming crew for a big ass entertainment company; you have no authority or power; nobody knows you; you are a fucking noname", she says with a huge smile and pride in her voice.

Even though you think she's evil and has no right to abuse you here, you know that she is correct. You are a nobody; you have no power. She, on the other hand, does have the power, and she's loved by the media, so nobody will believe you that you've been bullied or offended by her... There is no way you can win this...

"You are evil", you say...

"Yeah, I know that", she says with a calm voice. We are done here."

She puts her shoes on, gathers her things, and walks to the door.

"Don't be sad about your girlfriend's dog; you have a master now; wait for my call", she says with a smile on her face and leaves the room...

"How did she even know my girlfriend's phone number? Did she plan all of this shit?", you ask an empty room, but obviously there is no answer.

"This fucking bitch", you say, punching the desk with all your anger.

You put on the clothes that Joohyun made you take off and leave the room. The filming set was empty.

"I guess everyone left. Well, at least there was nobody to witness your defeat", you think to yourself.

You check your watch, and it's 11:38 p.m.

You go to the elevator, downstairs into the hall, through the security gates, and leave the building.

You catch the taxi and go home. By the time of your arrival, you have played all of the scenarios in your head about how to explain to your girlfriend what the fuck she just received on her phone.

You arrive at your apartment building in 15 minutes, then go to the 11th floor, fishing for the keys while on the elevator. All of your good memories with your girlfriend are flashing before your eyes; those good times are gone...

You get into your apartment, expecting the worst scenario to play out.

"Hey honey, you are late today. How was work?", she asks you with a smile on her face.

"H-hi", you reply, confused. Why is she not mad at me? "If I were her, I'd have scolded myself or killed myself."

"Fortunately, Miss Bae messaged me that you were going to be late, so I prepared a late dinner for you; she's so nice! I'm so glad that the rumors on the internet that she's a bad person are all false!", she exclaims happily. "Food is on the table; I'm going to bed", she continues, yawning at you.

"O-okay, thank you. G-good night.", you reply to her, seeing her off to the bedroom.

"What the actual fuck is going on?", you ask yourself in bewilderment. "Did Bae Joohyun trick you? What a fucking psycho!"

In the blink of an eye, you munch on all of the food your girlfriend prepared for you and go to the bathroom to take a cold shower and clear your mind.

"What a tricky little bitch this woman is..." Bae Joohyun, the woman who makes you angry and horny at the same time Thoughts about her made you rewind all of the things that happened this evening: her scent, the taste of her feet, her hot, evil face... In a second, you find yourself rocking hard again... Thinking about her, you furiously jerk off, moaning her name a few times.

Getting down from your orgasm, you wash yourself and get out of the shower.

After wiping yourself with a towel, you dress in your pajamas, go to the bedroom, and lay down next to your girlfriend. That night you didn't get much sleep, thinking about Bae Joohyun, thinking about what happened and what you had done... "I'm a cheater", you think to yourself...

For two days straight, you were not able to get her out of your mind for a second — her smell, her voice, the look on her face when you were worshiping her feet...

Another two work days fly by with boring shootings with some boring idols. All your thoughts are about that day; this was the most memorable thing that ever happened to you, even though your career and your relationships were at stake.

"Shit, I think she really could've reported me to the police, and I might've ended up in jail or something", you exclaim.

Even in bed with your girlfriend, you have imagined Joohyun. "Am I obsessed with the person that actually almost ruined my life? Why is this happening? I need to visit a psychologist", you think to yourself. "I might be crazy..."

It is 10:30 p.m., and you are back home from work having a meal with your girlfriend.

**BZZ BZZ**, your phone buzzing all of a sudden. A message notification from some unknown number appears on your screen. Without stopping to munch on your meal, you open the message.

"Missed me, doggie? ;)", the message said. Surprised by this message, you goggle your eyes so much that they almost pop out.

"Missed you? Of course I fucking did, you've been on my mind for almost a week, and I can't stop fucking thinking about you, your scent, your smile, how you talked to me, your teasing-", you stopped typing your response and erased your message.

"No, if I send her something like this, it will only mean that she won and that she really got to you..."

**BZZ BZZ**, another notification: "Hotel apartments in 30 minutes", the message says.

"What am I supposed to tell my girlfriend? It's almost 11:00 p.m.!

**BZZ BZZ**, and another notification; it's a video this time.

The message contains the video; you open it up and... You almost choked on your food and started to cough.

It's you, worshiping her foot... Sniffing her toes, sucking on them, and licking every part of her sole.

You rewinded everything that happened that day in details, and you immediately have a boner because of it, "How the hell did she even film this, that sneaky bitch..."

**BZZ BZZ** "I'm pretty sure you don't want to know what is going to happen if you don't show up, right? (^_^)", another message says.

"Yes...", you send your reply to her.

"Good, Four Seasons Hotel, room 317, and don't be late :)"

**Sigh** You put down your phone and go get into your clothes, you get the keys and put on your shoes.

"Hey, are you going somewhere?", your girlfriend asks you with a sleepy voice as she gets out of your bedroom.

"Y-yeah our editing crew hasn't completed the episode of a show we are supposed to air tomorrow, so they need all the extra hands we can get", you lie to her. "I'm not sure if we're going to complete this fast or not, so don't wait for me; go back to sleep, honey."

"Oaaaah-kay", she says, yawning. "Don't overwork yourself, please", she says, reaching for your face for a kiss. You give her a fast peck on the cheek.

"I'll try not to", you reply to her with a smile, and then leave.

"What the fuck am I doing with my life?", is the only thought that crosses your mind.

The time is 11:04 in the Four Seasons Hotel hall at the reception desk.

"Hello, sir, how may I help you?", a cute receptionist girl asks you.

"Umm... Room 317, please", you say nervously.

"Here is your key, please", she says, handing you the keys. "Please have a wonderful night, sir", she continues, giving you a bright smile.

"Yeah, if only that was possible", you mumbled under your nose.

"Sorry, sir, I didn't catch that", she says, confused.

"N-nothing, what floor was it again?", you reply to her.

"Top floor, sir", she said with a smile again.

Then you head to the elevators; getting to the 29th floor was quite easy, and then you go to the doors of room 317.

You get the keys out of your pocket and are about to open the door. "What the fuck am I doing with my life?!?! It's not too late to go to my girlfriend, tell her everything, and beg for her forgiveness; maybe it's still possible to salvage our relationship?", you say.

"I should leave...", you continued, "It is absolutely wrong!", you turn around and are ready to leave when the door opens and you see her...

"Mmm, my servant has arrived", she says with a seductive voice and a smile on her gorgeous face. "Well, come in then", she says, turning around and getting back inside. Your mind goes blank on the spot, and you just obey...

She's wearing a tight black dress with an open back; it also barely covers her thighs. On her feet, she has some black shoes with a strap going over the top of her feet.

"Wine?", she asks, pointing at the half-empty bottle resting on the expensive table near the massive couch.

You reply with a nod, sitting down. She picks up the bottle and pours the dark red liquid into two glasses, putting one on one side of the table for you and taking one for herself.

She then sits on the left side of you, defiantly putting both of her feastworthy legs on the couch.

You try to distract yourself by looking around and checking out the whole apartment. "This must be a fortune to get this room at least for one night", you say.

"Yeah, that's one of the perks of being a top idol at our agency; I can stay here whenever I want thanks to the connections our top managers have", she comments, sipping some wine, and then continues.

"So, how are things with your girlfriend? Was she mad at you when she saw the pictures of you licking my foot?", she asks with a devilish smile, the same smile that got you going a few days before.

"You tricked me; you haven't sent her anything; you just wanted to torture me; you wanted me to feel terrible, to feel like a cheater and a total dick!", you exclaim, taking a big sip of wine from your glass.

"Ironic, but you are dick", she says with an indifferent voice. "If you were not a cheater, then you would not have come here", she continues, taking another sip of wine.

She is correct, though... Why DID you come here? If you were not a cheater, you would have been at home with your girlfriend... Fuck... Idiot...

Getting mad at yourself, you downed a whole glass of wine...

"Wow... That's not how you drink expensive wine, you peasant", she says with a disappointed face.

Weird silence comes to the room; only the sound of the air conditioner can be heard. Joohyun is drinking wine, and you are just staring at her like an idiot.

She puts her glass down on the table, stretches her arms and legs, then gets comfortable resting her elbows on the back of the couch.

"Why am I here, Miss Bae?", you spill the obnoxious question.

"Give it a guess", she replies with a cute smile.

"I don't know? Torture me again? Make me do things that will ruin my life?", you ask her with some anger and impatience in your voice.

"You know exactly why you are here, you want to continue what we started last time", she said.

"N-no, I'm here to save my life and career; in order to do that, I have to comply and do whatever your fucked-up mind comes up with", you answer her, thinking how annoying she is.

"Is that so?", she asks, pouting, putting her legs on your thighs. Her feet are very close to your dick.

This gets you off guard. Just her legs in your crotch start to give you an erection.

"Y-you blackmailed me, so did I even have a choice?", you ask her nervously.

"I think you already know the answer", she replies, reaching for her shoes and slipping them off, revealing her cute little feet to you once again and wiggling her toes.

She has bright pink polish on this time, and you notice that her feet are quite veiny, not too veiny though, a slight indication of her feet bones adding some texture to it, just perfect.

When she lifts her feet on her heels, her tendons become more prominent, which looks even sexier.

Worried that she might notice your forming boner, you started to sweat a little trying to shift on the couch, and kind of spaced out.

She shoves her foot right into your face, slightly kicking your cheek with her toes and ball of the foot.

"Hello, anybody home?", she says, still kicking you with her little foot.

Immediately, you regain your strength and gently grab her cute little feet. You massage her soles, between her toes, heels, and balls of the feet.

"Ooooh yeah, just like that, oh yeah, it feels so good; how are you so good at this?", she asks, appreciating your skills.

"I've taken masseur courses and had—", she didn't let you finish your sentence.

She puts her toes on your lips, "No talking, Mr.", she says with a smile.

You got the hint by enveloping those toes in your mouth, sucking on them one by one, licking between them, and sucking again.

"Oooh, Mmmm", she gasps. "Yes, yes, my sweet boy, worship my feet; do you love them that much?", she asks you with a sweet yet seductive voice of hers.

You don't say anything, switching to another foot performing the same act with her toes licking and sucking it.

She starts to moan a little, so you switch to her smooth soles.

First, you put both of them on your face, embracing their softness and elegance.

Her feet have the same rose scent as the last time, but it is much more distinctive this time, with almost no sweat scent, as if she just took a shower before your arrival.

Then, after sniffing her soles for a minute or so, you start to swing your tongue left and right, up and down, licking every spot.

But why does it feel different? There is something wrong with her behavior. She is not trying to take her feet away from you; she lets you worship them as much as you want.

Sweet moans distracted you and made you look at what she was doing. While you were concentrated on sucking on one of her toes, Joohyun slipped her fingers in her underwear and started to play with her pussy, stimulating her clitoris, which was already wet because of you. The view of Joohyun masturbating in front of you made you stop completely.

"Uhh... Fuck", she whines, "wh-why did you stop?", without stopping the motion with her **burried** hand, she moans.

With the grace of a cheetah, you shifted your position to face her, gently grabbed both of her butt cheeks, and dragged her ass closer towards you, slipping off her underwear. All of this happened so fast, leaving her no window to react to it.

"W-what are you doing?!", she exclaims, trying to hide her dripping wet pussy crossing her legs, but you don't let her do that, grabbing them and putting them both on your shoulders. You take both of her petite hands off her entrance; she does not really put up any fight, letting you look at her lower bottom in all its glory.

Pinkish-red color of her lips, clean shaven or even lasered, slim, and dripping with woman juices.

Her face has changed in anticipation of your next move. And who are you to make your queen wait?

You start off by just rubbing her pussy with the palm of your hand up and down, but it was enough for her to produce a sweet moan. Then you do a circling motion on her clitoris with your fingers, forcing her to squeal a little.

"N-no p-please I'm too sensitive,", escapes her mouth. She does not resist though; it's a sign that you shall proceed. You insert your middle and ring fingers into her, making her moan loudly. You start the in and out motion, which makes her moan even louder with each motion, the best music to your ears.

It has been nearly half a minute, but she's already dripping profusely all over your hand. "What a dirty slut", you think to yourself.

With your free hand, you did something she would never expect you to do: you rubbed it on her rear entrance, teasing the areola with your middle finger, and then you inserted it inside, which almost made her scream.

"W-What the f-fuuuuhhhhck", she couldn't contain herself. "Aaah f-fuck, not my butt, i-it's not right", she can't stop moaning and screaming; attempts to muffle her own screams and moans with her hands are unsuccessful.

This doesn't last long, though, and you completely stopped the motion by withdrawing your fingers from her.

"Hey! I was almost done!", she exclaims with a lewd pout on her sweaty but gorgeous face.

"I know", you replied with a grin, leaning forward. Diving in between her milky thighs, you start to lick her pussy while inserting your middle finger inside of her asshole once again.

"FUCK! OH MY GOD!", she screams in protest, but you already know she enjoys it.

You nimble her clitoris with your tongue, making circle movements around it with each motion. With each motion, you anticipate what is about to come. A little bit more stimulation was more than enough.

"Oh my god, I'm going to... fuuuuuck", she groans and squeals. You speed up your pace, licking and sucking her whole entrance while fingering her butthole. "I'M CUMMING!", she screams, crossing the line of no return.

A gush of excitement escapes her core, and she clasps her thighs tightly on your head, almost crushing it. You don't waste any time embracing all that she has to offer; those female secretions are going all over your face, in your mouth, and under her, staining the couch.

After what felt like eternity, she eases her thigh grip on your skull, coming down from her high.

Wow, that was unexpected; I didn't know you would be such a squirter, Miss Bae", you say, getting up.

"I-I didn't expect it to be so good either", she replies to you with an exhausted, stuttering voice. "I think I've never had an orgasm like that".

She picks up her phone from the table, browses through it for a second, and shows you the screen. "Your due is paid. Look, I've deleted all of the videos and pictures I took of you that day..."

"I don't know if I should believe you; you tricked me the last time", you answer to her.

"That is why I will let you have some pictures of me instead, to prove to you that I'm not mad at you anymore", she says, giving you the phone. "Go ahead, make some shots".

You take the phone and start to snap pictures of her naked pussy that you just feasted on, some shots of her feet that you just worshiped, and some of her ass that you just fingered.

When you are finished, you hand the phone back to her, and she sends all of the photos that you just took.

"No way, is she for real right now?", you think to yourself. "She actually sent me those pictures.

"Are you going to blackmail me or report me to the police for the possession of these photos?", you ask her.

"No? Why would I do that? It doesn't really make sense to me to report you now and lose the best worshiper I ever had?", she says with a huge smile on her face.

"I guess?", you give her a cold response, "Now that I've **repaid** you, I should go home".

"No, we are not finished", she says, getting up, grabbing you by the arm, and throwing you back on the couch. She's fully recovered.

She's getting on top of you, grinding her wet pussy on your bulge.

Staring right into your eyes, she is everything right now, the most beautiful woman in the world and she is yours now.

After a few more seconds, she dismounts. You let her lead, waiting for her next move. She gets on her knees, positioning herself between your legs.

She drags her palm up and down on your bulge, feeling the rock-hard erection; this makes you shiver. She does not tease you for long, though; she unbuckles your belt and throws it away, unbuttons, and unzips your pants.

Grabbing both your pants and underwear, she yanks them past your knees, releasing your erection to the world.

"Wow", she says, admiring the length and hardiness of your shaft, "are you so hard just because of me? That's not good; how can I let you go home with a boner like this?", she continues, "I think we should do something about this", she smirks at you.

She grabs your cock with one hand and your balls with another. Starting slowly with moving her small, delicate hand up and down your shaft, in the meantime, massaging your balls pent up with a few days of unreleased semen.

"Do you like it?", she says with a smile. "I can be a very good girl, you know?", she smirks and speeds up the pace, making you throw your head back and enjoy what she's doing.

"Fuck, of course I do", you groan a little. "I wonder how you learned these techniques".

You're gonna like this then, she says, and she starts to lick your balls, adding another layer to the act. She jerks you off even faster with one hand, rubbing your head with another.

Louder groans escape your mouth, indicating that she's doing everything right.

Then comes a complete stop... "What- why-", you were about to start to protest missing the friction on your cock, that's when she replaces her hands with her mouth sealing her puffed lips around your head and almost with the same pace she starts to bob her head up and down your shaft.

Slurping your precum, she swirls her tongue all over your cock, giving you probably the best head of your life.

"FUCK, J-Joohyun, I'm gonna fucking cum if you don't slow down!", you exclaim, but you started to move on your own helping her with the pace she chose to blow you with, chasing the orgasm that you were looking for.

She slows down the motion, keeping only the head of your cock in her mouth for a few more seconds, swirling her tongue around the tip. Then she removes her mouth from your cock. "No, no, no, we can't let that happen right now", she says, gasping and almost running out of air.

She gets up and yanks your sweaty hoodie and shirt off you and then mounts you again, "I need your cock in me so bad!"

You grab her gently by her ass cheeks to help her aim, positioning your cock head on her front entrance. She couldn't wait much longer, so she took the initiative and sank on your rock-hard rod, making both parties produce groans caused by the friction.

"Holy fuck, you are so fucking tight!", you manage to say.

"Fuck, yes, you are so big in my pussy", she compliments you back.

Impatience-impatience, you do not let her decide what to do next, so you take the matter in your own hands, literally.

Grabbing her by the hips, you impale her on your dick with all your might, reaching the depths of her core.

"Fuck, so deep inside of me", she moans, picking up the pace. "Yes, fucking destroy my pussy, ravage me, big boy".

In the act of euphoria, her hands are wandering all over your chest and stomach, scratching you here and there and leaving marks.

"Fuck, Joohyun, your pussy is so fucking good, the tightest one I've had in my life!", you exclaim, grabbing her voluptuous thighs even stronger.

Both of hers and your moans and sounds of sex can probably be heard from miles away... But who the fuck cares? People should expect something like that to happen in hotels.

All of a sudden she kisses you, the first ever kiss between you two. Her tongue is getting into your mouth... You don't resist her at all; instead, you join her with your tongue, taking the ""fight"".

Seconds become hours; you don't want this to stop, ever... Grasping for some air, she's breaking the kiss.

"Fuck, I'm cuming again; this cock is too much for my little pussy, FUCK!" - she screams, releasing a small portion of her female juices: "Ah fuck, p-please slow down; you are gonna break me", she continues with another moan-squeal.

But you have other plans; you don't even think to slow down the motion; instead, you increase the pace, hugging her tighter and pistoning your dick in her with a high speed.

"F-f-f-fuuuuuck! Ah! Stop!", she gasps and cries out loud. "I'm cumming", she moans.

Yes, Joohyun, cum for me, cum on this cock", you demand, squeezing her.

Right that instant, she surrenders to the pleasure. For the second time of the night, she's releasing her woman fluids. Her liquids are gushing on your cock, adding more lubrication, and her pussy contracts, squeezing your dick much harder, bringing even more resistance to the motion.

"Fuck, Joohyun, you are too tight on my dick; I'm not gonna last long", you say to her, getting ready to deposit your cum into her womb.

"N-no", she gasps, trying to catch some air. "D-don't you fucking dare", she tries to make a mad face, still high from her own orgasm.

"B-but-" - you were about to start to protest.

That's the moment when you hear the suite bedroom door opening, taking you by surprise. You stop completely.

An extremely gorgeous girl gets out of the room and heads towards you.

"S-Sooyoung? What the fuck are you doing here?", you ask her, pulling out of Joohyun and sitting down and covering yourself with one of the pillows.

"Hello oppa", she replies with a big yawn, sitting down on the couch next to you two as if nothing is happening.

"Jesus, Did you hear everything happening in here?", you asked her.

"Well, not everything; I was asleep until unnie started to scream", she said, smirking at Joohyun.

"And yeah, nobody is allowed to cum inside her, not even a cutie like you; she hates it", Sooyoung decrees. Me, on the other hand, I let my man blast my pussy with all they got", she adds, lifting her lingerie and trailing her panties with a few fingers, giving you a lustful wink.

Then she gets up and comes closer to you, running her hand on your arm, going to your chest, your abs, and then trailing down to your dick that was inside Joohyun just a few moments ago. Joohyun has been silent for now, still panting from the orgasm she just had.

"Here, let me help you", she says, giving you a kiss on your chest and starting to pump your cock.

Her hand is so soft, but her grip is very firm. She starts her handjob slowly, but in a few seconds she goes full throttle, bringing you close to the edge.

"F-fuck, so good. I won't last long, Sooyoung...", you moan.

"It's okay, where do you want to finish?", she asks with a huge smile on her face.

So many options: feet, tits, abs, thighs, face... "Face, y-yes I want on your face", you produce half a moan, almost going beyound the edge.

She gets beside Joohyun on the couch, bringing her left cheek to Joohyun's right cheek. Joohyun still remains silent.

You take your dick in your hand, furiously jerking to the sight of two women laying down on the couch in front of you.

"Give it to us, cum sweet boy; blow that fucking load on our gorgeous faces", she says, looking right into your eyes.

"Fuck, Sooyoung! Joohyun!", you scream their names...

The first streak of white goo lands on the bridge of Sooyoung's nose, and with a few splashes on her left eye, she shuts her eyes. The next one you aim at Joohyun, trying to mirror the same thing that you did to her friend, but on the right side of the face. The third streak lands on Sooyoung again, this time a little bit higher on her forehead and with a few drops on her bangs. The fourth streak is less powerful than the other three, so you aim it at Joohyun's ripe lips.

Fifth and sixth are landing between Sooyoung's right cheek and Joohyun's left cheek, adding to the mess that you already made.

After finishing all of this, you were going to peck your dick on their lips, but Sooyoung is already on it, taking your cock in her hand and putting the head in her mouth, sucking out the remaining cum from your shaft. This brings pleasing shivers to your whole body. Feeling the lack of strength in your legs, you collapse on the couch beside Sooyoung.

Tired but satisfied, you look at two gorgeous women covered in your cum.

Sooyoung scoops your load from her own face, immediately putting all of it in her mouth.

"Mmm, you are tasty, oppa", she says, licking her lips and giving you a cute, sexy wink.

After that, she does not waste time; she pounces at her unnie and starts to gather your cum from her face, licking her cheeks, lips, and nose bridge.

Eww, Sooyoung...", Joohyun finally says after being quiet for a while. "What the fuck? Stop that", she adds with a note of disgust in her voice.

Sooyoung ignores her unnie, finishing everything in a few seconds, and when she's done, she engages with Joohyun in a hot, passionate kiss, swapping all of the gathered cum into Joohyun's mouth.

To your surprise, she did not spit it out immediately; instead, she gulped it down, giving you a cute smile. "Fuck, that's hot", thought crosses your mind.

"Well, that was nice, oppa, but you better invite me to the party in the future", she said with a cute pout. "Next time, you better put that load inside of me", she adds once again, trailing her pussycat with her hand.

All of a sudden, the other girl jumps up from the couch. "you should leave", she says, catching you off guard.

Joohyun, but-", you were about to complain to her that it's late and that you are tired.

"NOW!" She interrupts you, raising her voice. She gathers your clothes from the floor and throws them at you, leading you to the door.

"I'll call you when I need you", she says, kicking you out of the room and slamming the door behind your back.

...

"What the fuck was that?", you say out loud. "Well, that was weird..."

You put your shirt and hoodie on and, with a sigh, head to the elevator...

**BZZ BZZ** new message notification on your phone. It's from Joohyun.

The message contained just a simple "thank you" and a cute picture of her and Sooyoung.

You smile, feeling relieved that she's not mad at you or something, and head home.

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Midnight Queen

"If you need to fuck someone, go to a pleasure hall and pay for it, but stay away from her."

And he did. He kept his distance. That night, that night months ago, he left. He stayed away from her. From Elain.

He left the House of Wind. And he sought out a pleasure hall. He downed a drink. And then he walked down one of the narrow corridors, velvet tapestry on either side, towards a more private room at the very back of the pleasure hall. Primal noises, moans and screams reached him on his way there, the scents of arousal mingling in the air around him, making him grimace. But he ignored it all, his anger and frustration getting the best of him.

Azriel had followed Rhysand’s suggestion - fed up with all the happy couples in his life, and their constant display of joy and love. He couldn't stay moment longer in the House of Wind.

He had to leave. But not for the sake of fucking. He didn't come to the pleasure hall to fuck, only to watch. To distract himself. And it is all he's done ever since.

He only comes here to watch. And only to watch you.

Until tonight. Tonight is different. Tonight he needs. He craves. He is a hungry male, and he seeks to devour. To still his hunger. He wants to savour. You.

The glass, half-full with amber liquor, is tipped to his plump lips, while his gaze, like heated honey, is trained on you, following your every move. Just like his shadows, perched on both his shoulders and the little stage you dance upon, watching your every move closely, twin flames burning in his eyes that devour you, slowly undress you.

You're on my mind Been there all night I've been missing seeing my midnight queen Come have a drinkOr maybe three And Darling I'll make you my next victim It's been too long to spend this night alone I need to hear the sweet sound of your moans Come have a ride, baby don't be so shy I prefer girls who're not afraid to cry

His eyes are on your curves and how you put them in action. Each sway of your hips, each spin, each twirl, Azriel‘s eyes follow, leaving heat in every place they touch. You feel it, feel how your heart beat quickens, how his eyes undress and devour you. He is a hungry male and you a ready to serve.

But you make him wait, it is a game you are playing and you are not done yet. Hunter and prey…

Since his first visit a few months ago, Solstice Eve, he has only ever come to see you dance. And you like it. Enjoy it. His attention, the silent desire brewing beneath his tan and in tattoos covered skin, and flickering brightly in those hazel eyes that could easily undress females with just one look at them…

You spin and meet his gaze, a feline grin gracing your red-coloured lips. You blow him a kiss and watch how his eyes sparkle, twin flames of lust burning in them. His arousal, the scent so musky, of night chilled mist and cedar, reaches you and you inhale deeply, revelling in it. Damp heat slicks between your thighs, but you remind yourself that he is just another customer, just another male watching you. He should not have this effect on you. You should not want him that much…

You roll your hips, your belly nearly touching the pole, hands curling tighter around it.

Azriel‘s mind wanders, he imagines how those hands curl around his shaft, your mouth —those plump red lips— fastened around the crown of his cock.

Your head whips to him, almost like you can read his filthy thoughts. And when your eyes meet his, you know what you want. You want him fully unleashed, see what this powerful male is capable of. You bend over, crouch down, always making sure he focuses on the part of your body you want him to.

Straightening up, you begin to dance anew.

The room is hazy, dimly lit — arousal making the air feel thick, and foggy. You glide over the small stage with effortless allure. Grabbing the pole, swirling around it, moving away and always coming back. All your movements seem like a symphony of grace, syncing flawlessly with the soft pulse of the music that surrounds him.

You never break eye-contact with him. Not even when you move of the stage, each step accentuated by the sway of your round hips. A thin piece of lace fabric covers your most private areas, leaving absolutely nothing to imagination. Your soft skin is almost fully exposed to both Azriel and the slightly chilly air. But you don’t feel cold. You feel hot all over. You are burning for this male. The male with the wings and shadows and stunning, cruel beauty etched upon his face. He is a sin to look at and more than once have you imagined yourself on the ground, between his thighs, looking up at him through your lashes. Damp heat pools between your thighs and you know he can scent it - and you want him to.

Your body moves like silk in the muted glow. As you move closer, you keep your gaze locked with his, a silent promise lingering in the air.

This night will be different, you know it. This night will not end here. But in your bed.

I choose you to fill my void, yeah I speak my voice and I choose you to fill the void

Your fingertips brush his shoulder, nothing but corded muscles beneath the fabric of his black shirt, as you move around him, a hypnotic dance in sync with the soft pulse of the music — a delicate tease with every sway of your hips, every little touch. He is a gone male, you have him fully wrapped around your finger, so much that also his shadows move in sync with the music and the sway of your hips.

With your last swirl around him coming to an end you pause, halting between his strong thighs, so very inviting to sit down, to ride. But not yet.

With tantalising precision, you guide his hands to follow the contours of your body, his rough calluses scraping against your soft skin. The room fades into insignificance, there is only you on Azriel‘s mind, the feel of your soft skin beneath his hands. He wants to touch, feel, explore, grab, squeeze and knead.

But for now, he caresses.

The chemistry between your souls and the shared desire, so acute and palpable, creates an intimate bubble - no one but Azriel and you matter anymore.

Your scent is intoxicating and Azriel wants to taste you, lick and suckle, drink you in. He has been waiting so long for this moment, anticipation nearly makes him lose control.

The soft brush of your skin against his is enchanting and he is lost, a goner. You own him. He is fully at your mercy, cock straining almost painfully behind his trousers.

You guide his hands higher, his palms brushing over your hard nipples and sending a shockwave of sensation right to your core. Your knees threaten to buckle when his broad hands close over your breasts, kneading them gently, and you use this as an excuse to claim the spot on his lap.

"Good evening, Azriel." His name, rolling over your lips as a seductive whisper, almost like a sweet little sin, heats his blood — he can’t wait to hear you scream it when you come on his tongue. Around his dick.

"Sit!" His command is nothing but a purr and you follow, like the good girl you are. Your knees are braced on either side of him, caging him, when you lower yourself to sit atop the powerful Illyrian male. Your scents mingle, his shadows, having formerly watched you so intently, now glade over your bare skin, their touch so delicate their strokes leave goosebumps in their wake. His hands land on your waist and he holds you tightly. Almost like he needs to ground himself, holding back from fucking you straight ahead.

The sultry grin once again touches your lips, and you lock your gaze with his, longing for the heat in this endless brown of them.

"You returned," you say, voice hushed and breathy.

His eyes dip to your mouth. "Always." Azriel's tongue pokes out and he licks over his lower lip, slowly dragging it over the skin. "I‘ve never visited anyone else." His finger tips dig into your skin. "Only ever you."

This shouldn’t make you so happy, but it does and your grin widens.

One of his hands lowers, grabbing your hips tightly. A growl, primal and pure, leaves him when you shift atop him. You feel his arousal, pressing into you, desire just as acute as your own.

Leaning in, your damp lips brush his ear, and in a sensual whisper you say, "I was wondering when you would finally put those hands to good use." You kiss the spot below his ear and to your surprise he shudders. His reaction elicits a delighted giggle from you.

But when you lean back, some of the fire in his eyes has vanished, almost like the flames were extinguished — did you the wrong thing?

"My hands—" he starts but does not continue. But he looks down and you follow the direction of his eyes, noticing the scars adorning his hands and parts of his arms.

A feeling, something unknown to you since this moment, blooms inside you and you quickly close the distance between the two of you again, lips nearly meeting his. "Scars or no scars, your hands are beautiful and I can’t even tell you how many times I‘ve thought about them already. On me, all over me." You kiss his jaw. "Inside of me."

His skin tightens and when you meet his gaze again the fire is back, burning brighter than ever before.

"What a coincidence," he purrs, his hot breath fanning your exposed skin, smelling of liquor. "I’ve been imagining your hand wrapped around my cock instead of that pole quite a few times already, as well."

The grin that spreads over his face is wicked, full of sensual promises, and the prospect of a night you will never forget. You are glad the former sadness has disappeared.

"Why did you come here tonight?" Your hot breath fans his neck. It is always the same question - the question you always ask Azriel when he comes to you. Though this time the answer is different. For the first time he comes here for something else.

"To still my insatiable hunger," he rasps. You feel how the muscles in thighs tense, harden, his palms radiating heat through the flimsy piece of lace you are wearing.

A sultry chuckle parts your red-tinted lips. "Hopefully we can appease your hunger then, shadowsinger."

He smiles again, sensual, sultry promises shimmering within his eyes, but he makes no move to kiss you. Or touch you any further. You lean in again, damp lips coasting over his cheek.

"What are you waiting for, Azriel?" His name rolling over your lips in a whisper feels like the sweetest sin to Azriel, it makes a groan erupt from some deep part of his throat, and his skin go taut with desire. Yet, he controls his hunger, his need, having to make something very clear before you commence.

"Your consent," the shadowsinger breathes. "When we fuck, I don’t want you to do this because it is you job. When we fuck, I want you to want this just as much as I do. I want you to—"

You shut him up with a kiss. "I want you. I want this. And I know this is more than my job. I want you because my body screams for you. I need you."

It is all he needs to hear. Azriel leans in. He threads his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck, tilting your head back to give him better access. His tongue licks over the exposed column of your spine, tasting both the sweet, rose scent of your perfume and the saltiness of your sweat. "I’ve wanted this for so long," he rasps, and nips at your jaw, hand sliding between your thighs, parting them.

You feel light-headed on top of him, his erection pressing into you. "Why did you wait so long then?" Your voice is nothing more than a sensual purr. Your grind against him, your softest parts against his hardest. "Why did you make me wait for so long?"

He sucks in a sharp breath. And then he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

Your skin heats up, cheeks burning when your eyes meet his - pupils fully dilated.

"Because it only made me hungrier for you." His lips close over yours, showing you exactly how hungry he is. "I am a starved male and I can’t wait to devour. To ravish you tonight."

You have to hold back from moaning out loud.

His index finger strokes over the lace, the only thing piece of fabric covering your private parts. He groans at the dampness soaking through the fabric, his head already starting to spin. Long, scarred hands slide beneath it, dragging through your wet folds, eliciting a gasp from you.

"For me?" he purrs.

"Yes," you breathe, eyes glazing over, "only you can get me so wet."

At first, the shadowy male is explorative, touching you gently, easing his fingers in an out of you in languid movements, but all of that comes to an end when you bite down on his neck, dragging your teeth over his hot skin. Azriel laughs, almost a little wickedly, and flicks his wrist, plunging his fingers into you from a different angle now. He fucks you hard - fingers spearing into you, thumb rubbing your clit until release shatters through you. You cry out, nails digging into his skin, head falling back. Your knees buckle and your limbs feel tingle, his fingers still inside of you, letting you ride out your high. No male has ever made you feel like that, and he is only using his fingers to do so. If in this composed position, and only with two of his fingers, he can already make you feel like that, and make you come so hard, you won’t even allow yourself to imagine what he will be able to do with his…cock.

He is smug about how easily he made you come - an almost arrogant smile gracing his plump and swollen lips - cocky male! But something about it fuels a fire inside of you. He is skilled and he knows it, and somehow you love it.

He removes his fingers, slowly, and holding your gaze he dips them into his mouth, licking them clean of your juice. A guttural noise rumbles out of him, his eyes rolling back at the taste of you. "Fuck," he breathes and a moment later his hands cradle your face and he kisses you, deep, passionate and hungry.

You roll your hips against him, almost whining when your sensitive core rubs over the bulge in his pants. Your skin prickles, your clit is swollen, core throbbing while your nerves are on fire. You need him fully. You need him inside of you. You need him unleashed.

"More," your breathlessly plead. And you are surprised - it is never you who begs.

Azriel kisses the corner of your mouth, lips lingering. "I wasn’t planning on stopping here."

He hoists you in his strong arms, large wings flaring behind his back, your legs wrapping around Azriel’s waist. With ease he carries you to the large bed, and then tosses you onto it, into the dark, silken sheets. He is towering over your, shoulders squared, wings spread, shadows dancing on his shoulders. "Strip," he orders, but adds, "or do you need help?"

A smirk appears on your lips and he is on you the next second, tearing through the flimsy piece of fabric, bearing you to chilly air and him. "Apologies, I will buy you a new outfit." His lips coast over neck to cleavage, until he reaches your tits. He takes each hardened peak into his mouth, letting his tongue glide over the pebbled skin, closing his lips, suckling, his other hand giving just as much attention to your other breast, kneading gently. The calloused skin is rough against yours and feels phenomenal and terribly arousing. You need him. You need him so much, you simultaneously let the tip of your toes slide beneath the waistband of his pants, and your hand over his crotch. With ease, you flick open the button, and push the trousers down the curve of his ass. His hard cock springs free and leaves you breathless - he is long and thick, a little curved and absolutely beautiful.

Interrupting your shameless staring, he kisses you, tongue parting your lips, teeth clashing, tongues dancing, fighting for dominance neither of you allows the other. Both scarred hands, arms adorned with visible veins, are braced next to your head. He is leaning over you, caging you and you love how he makes you feel - respected in your choices, seen, and not just like an object. That’s why you want him so much. That’s why you need him so much - he is not like other males.

You only break the kiss when you feel something wet on your skin, and lift your head, Azriel’s gaze following your eyes.

A drop of pre-come has fallen onto your belly, right next to your navel. You want to clench your thighs, something low in your belly tightening. The male sucks in a sharp breath, and then an almost animalistic growl parts his lips.

His hot breath fans your throat, canines scratching over your skin. "That’s what you do to me. That’s how much I crave you."

He forces your thighs further apart, shifting on the bed, the broad crown of his cock nestled against your entrance.

"Open up for me, my queen." Queen. You have never been called anything more beautiful. More powerful.

Your hips fall even wider open and he slides into you, sinking into your tender flesh, stretching you out. Nothing could have ever prepared you for this feeling, the feeling of him - no one has ever felt like Azriel. So good. So right.

There is a hint of pain, but you eventually adjust to his size, and moan.

Never ever have you felt so perfectly filled. "Fucking Gods," you moan, fisting the sheets next to you. "Fuck, Azriel, move."

He loves the dominance, the power he has. With a low chuckle, seeing your already blissed out stage, he pulls out until only the tip is in and then rolls his hips against you, plunging deep into you, the muscles in his ass flexing.

"You are such a needy little thing, huh? So greedy for my dick." He is searching your gaze, waiting for a reaction - do you like the slight degradation? Is it too much, due to your job.

But you like it - coming from his lips you like it. You know he doesn't mean it in relation to your job.

You let your hands slide down to his ass, sinking your nails into the flesh, your own hips lifting, back arching.

"How do you want me, my midnight queen?"

You let out a shaky breath, his length slowly sliding into you, letting you feel every proud inch of his erection. "Ha-rd," you stutter. "I want you to take me hard."

He growls in approval and soon sets a relentless tempo, pulling out to the tip and slamming back into you - at a brutal pace his hips snap against yours, pounding and thrusting into you.

The breaths that leave Azriel are ragged and fast, just like your own. Your whimper and moan, cry out in pleasure, meeting each of his thrusts with the roll of your hips.

The sounds of smacking flesh, the groaning of the bed and the bedframe hitting the wall fill the small room. Your back arches, and you lift your legs, curling them around Azriel, heels pressing into his bum. The new angle allows him to fuck you even deeper and it has you writhing and squirming beneath him.

Your walls flutter around him, squeezing him and it tells Azriel you are close. And so is he - release already starts to gather in his spin, flecks of black and white sparking in front of his vision.

"You are taking me so well." Azriel captures your lobe between his teeth. "You want to come, don't you?"

You nod, no more talking possible. You are a blissed-out mess beneath him, driven only by desire and lust, your body feeling like jelly.

Azriel clicks his tongue and you are surprised you heard it over the blood rushing in your ears. "Use your words!" There is nothing soft in his voice, nothing gentle - it is a command and you absolutely love his dominance. Because he respects you in his dominance. It is about your pleasure as well. This is about you. This moment is about you. He sees you. Respects you.

"Yes!" you cry out. The dam bursts and release washes over you. You come undone, screaming out in pleasure, and Azriel follows you right over the edge. His thrusts become languid, his hot seed spurting of your walls, filling you. "Take it all," he groans into your ear, hips rolling against yours and you milk him dry. "Let me fill you up nicely. I want my scent to be all over you, stick to your skin for ages."

Your eyes roll back, and you are too delirious to realise that this wonderful moment is already over.

You slump onto the mattress, knees buckling, limps numb, chest rising and falling with deep inhales. Azriel pulls out and then collapses right on top of you.

"No male will ever touch you again, Y/N. You are mine! From now on, until the last day of our immortal life."

~~~~~~~ tags (crossed-out I couldn't tag) : @juulle987 @marimorena06 @danikasthings @younxii@nightcourtwritings @mrofontaine @lunalilyf @whor-3-crux @tired-all-the-time @anni-was-here @ummmmmwat @azbracadabra @j-pendragonx @hollyismentallyillhelp @famousbasementpainter @bsenpai @lena-davina @red-highlady @thesugatoyourtae @azrielsbabyg @aroseinvelaris @moony-thoughts @wrensical003 @cherryjain17 @moonfawnx @crushedcloudsx @devilsfoodcake22 @valeridarkness @azrielscertifiedslut @mulansaucey @cynicalpotato95 @hanasakr @high-bi-andreadytocry @eerievixen @feyretopia @moonlightazriel @randomness-it-is @brekkershadowsinger @eliieee23 @girasoli-e-sorrisi @illyrianvalkyriecarynthian @kennedy-brooke @highladyofillyria @theworthlessqueen @marina468 @topaz125 @illyrian-dreamer @azriels-mate123 @eos-princess @courtofjurdan @a-frog-with-a-laptop @insufferablebookaddict @callmeblaire

#azriel x reader #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #acotar #acosf

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iznsfw · 2 years ago

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Can you help find me any Red Velvet member X male reader? Thanks!

Uhhh sure. Here!

Irene

Six Feet under the Stars by @cataboliac

Exhibitionism by @falsesubmission

Checkmate by @ggidolsmuts

Elegance by @writerpeach

Seulgi

Rough by lockefanfic

Queen of Hearts by @lockefanfic

Reader Feedback by ggidolsmuts

Bike Ride by ggidolsmuts

Haul-lelujah by ggidolsmuts

Anywhere but home by @usedpidemo

Ghosts by lockefanfic

Wendy

Devil's Walkway ft. Joy by @lustspren

Valentine's Roulette by ggidolsmuts

The Beginner's Guide to Great-Looking Abs by @banananutsmuthie

Humiliation by @worldsover

Sandwich by usedpidemo

Joy

Devil's Walkway ft. Wendy by lustspren

Everything by @sassyjoy

Under Arrest by @coldfanbou

Last Resort by coldfanbou

But, But, But by worldsover

Sleep Sex by worldsover

Stumble by usedpidemo

Five Stars by writerpeach

Yeri

Yexercise by @existslikepristin

Critical Clamps by @fillinforlater

Itaewon by lockefanfic

Fairytale by banananutsmuthie

Wet by writerpeach

#ask #kjkaitobraces

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sassyjoy · 2 years ago

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[9:55 PM]

"fuck, fuck..." joy whimpers as you continue to eat her out. her back is facing against the wall, her head almost hitting the flat surface as she pulls her head back because of the sensation she's feeling.

the skirt of her little black dress is pulled up to her waist, her legs were parted, and her panty is on the floor. you were nestled between her sleek legs. you're looking straight up to her eyes as you continue sucking her pussy and making these slurping noises.

joy's hands were placed on the back of your head, pushing you further on her center. you smirked against her skin when you felt her push. you like it; you like seeing her go crazy every time you're eating her out. it's a new side of joy you're discovering whenever you two get intimate like this.

joy's head moved from side to side, squeezing your hair and panting. she loves the way you were pleasuring her. the way your tongue moves in circular and up and down motion, and how you eat her out as if she's the last meal you will ever have.

"you're so good at this- fuck!" she moaned loudly, which made you suck her pussy hard, also loud enough for her to hear the way you're devouring her wet cunt. thank god, your place is soundproof. your neighbors wouldn't hear the sounds joy's making as if it's straight out of a porno.

her orgasm was getting near and she rolled her hips against your face to let you know how pleased she was. you replaced your mouth with your fingers on her pussy when you noticed that she was close.

you immediately stood up and pinned joy on the wall, all while you're pumping two fingers inside her. you observed her face closely with a smirk on your face. she placed her hands on your shoulders for support as she felt her knees weaken when you move your finger in a circular motion.

"oh-" joy breathes hard, she bit her lip preventing herself from moaning when she felt your lips on her neck. you wanted to leave a hickey on her neck so bad but she told him not to since it is part of your 'contract' that you aren't allowed to leave marks on her body.

you planted soft kisses on her neck as you make your way to her lips and kiss her passionately. joy felt weird for a reason so she guided you to your bed without breaking the kiss. she's weaker than you in terms of physical strength but she pushed you onto the bed, hard enough for you to fall onto the soft mattress. you just let her do what she wants to do with you.

#joy smut #kpop smut #red velvet joy smut #park sooyoung smut #girl group x male reader #red velvet smut #girl group smut #female idol smut #park sooyoung x male reader #joy x male reader #red velvet joy x male reader

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blippymilk · 11 months ago

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Velvet x Fem! Reader Headcannons

✩ She’s gonna find it hard to accept the fact that she wants to be with you 🤷‍♀️

✩ Velvet thinks about her fans and her fame, so if she’s expected to be with a male she’s gonna question it at first

✩ Secretly stressing about it and she’s not “talking it out” with anybody

✩ Veneer is not even an exception

✩ When she’s ready strap yourself in

✩ Sassy before and during the relationship so nothing too surprising

✩ Your best friend, girlfriend, mother, sister, lover all at once

✩ Lays into Veneer if she ever feels like he’s hogging you

“But Vel’s I just asked what she wanted to order for lun-”

“You were taking too long. Let this be the last time I have to warn you about your attention seeking problem.”

✩ The sweetest sweetheart…when she’s halfway awake 😭

✩ Not a fan of PDA the first couple weeks but once she knows it’s real, she might let you sneak a few

✩ You’re coming to all her practice, rehearsals, interviews, etc. No if’s, but’s, what’s, NONE OF THAT.

✩ Plus one to all the artist events and galas

✩ Hide any hate comments about you two from this girl, she just might loose her mind and her career

✩ Fights with Velvet are probably the worst experience being with her

✩ She’s really petty and if you’re petty too then it’s just a mess

✩ She has the mindset of waiting fro you to apologize because you know she’s Velvet, and how could a pop star be wrong in any way?

✩ And if you both end up no talking to each other she’s miserable. Like she won’t be up to be on tv or any red carpets unless they wanna see her bad side, and she can’t have any bad photos of her floating on the media

✩ You’re going in her bio 💗

✩ Any of her socials you click on, you will see at least 10 or more post with you

✩ You’re her source of joy and positivity (but it won’t come out of her mouth)

#trolls #trolls band together #fandom #velvet and veneer #velvet trolls #velvet x trolls #Velvet headcannons #heacanons #trolls headcanons #fanfic #request

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smutoperator · 1 year ago

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Rules, kinks and favorite idols/groups

I've had this blog for a while but finally I'm not busy enough to keep it active. So there are the rules:

Idols must be 18 or older (obviously).

Sex must always be consensual.

Besides rape, I also avoid stuff like scat, vomit and necrophilia.

I don't write G!P smuts. I allow for the use of strap-ons but not actual penises for idols that have vaginas.

I keep note on every request and will select a few if the story fits. All smuts will feature at least one female idol and a male reader.

My favorite fantasies are: anal (my #1), breeding, creampie, dirty talk dom/sub, facefucking, morning sex, poolside sex, public sex, rough sex, spanking and titfucking. As you can see, I'm on the rougher side of the spectrum and my smuts veer into the porny side but can do romantic stuff if asked to.

Now on to the idols.

I have idols spawning from 2nd to 4th generation as my biases, my all time top 10 is, ordered by their groups: AOA Seolhyun, Blackpink Jennie, Dreamcatcher Yoohyeon, Girl's Day Yura, f(x) Krystal, Ive Wonyoung, Iz*one/Soloist Eunbi, SNSD Yuri, Twice Jihyo and Twice Momo (and RV Seulgi but I don't write smuts about her for finding her too cute to lewd).

Here are the idols from each group, order alphabetically, I can write smuts of. Inside their groups, the idols are ordered by my personal preference.

4Minute: Hyuna

Aespa: Karina - Ningning - Winter - Giselle

After School: Nana - Kahi

Alice: Sohee

AOA: Seolhyun - Choa - Hyejeong - Jimin

Apink: Bomi - Hayoung - Eunji - Naeun - Chorong

Berry Good: Johyun

Blackpink: Jennie - Jisoo - Lisa - Rosé

Cherry Bullet: Jiwon

Cignature: Jeewon

CLC: Seungyeon - Yeeun

Dal Shabet: Subin

Dreamcatcher: Yoohyeon - Gahyeon - Handong - SuA - JiU

Exid: Hani - Junghwa

f(x) : Krystal - Victoria

Fromis 9: Saerom - Chaeyoung

Gidle: Soyeon - Shuhua - Minnie - Yuqi - Miyeon

Girl's Day: Yura - Hyeri

Gfriend: Eunha - SinB - Sowon - Yuju - Yerin - Umji

I.O.I: Somi - Doyeon - Sejeong - Jieqiong - Chungha - Mina

Itzy: Yeji - Chaeryeong - Yuna - Ryujin

Ive: Wonyoung - Gaeul - Yujin - Rei - Liz

Iz*one: Eunbi - Wonyoung - Chaewon - Minju - Hyewon - Yujin - Sakura - Yena - Chaeyeon

Kep1er: Xiaoting - Yujin - Hikaru - Chaehyun - Dayeon

Le Sserafim: Kazuha - Chaewon - Yunjin - Sakura

Loona: Heejin - Yeojin - Hyeju - Yves - Haseul - Jinsoul - Kim Lip

Lovelyz: Mijoo

Mamamoo: Solar - Hwasa

Miss A: Suzy - Fei

Momoland: Ahin - Nancy

Newjeans: Danielle - Minji - Hanni

Nine Muses: Kyungri

Nmixx: Sullyoon - Haewon

Oh My Girl: Arin - Yooa - Jiho - Yubin - Mimi - Hyojung - Seunghee

Rainbow: Jaekyung - Hyunyoung

Red Velvet: Joy - Yeri - Irene

Secret: Hyosung

SNSD: Yuri - Yoona - Taeyeon - Seohyun - Sunny - Jessica - Tiffany - Hyoyeon - Sooyoung

Sistar: Soyou - Hyolyn - Bora - Dasom

Stayc: Isa - J - Seeun - Yoon

T-Ara: Hyomin - Jiyeon

Twice: Momo - Jihyo - Sana - Mina - Tzuyu - Dahyun - Nayeon - Jeongyeon - Chaeyoung

Weeekly: Monday - Zoa - Jihan

WJSN: Bona - Cheng Xiao

Wonder Girls: Sunmi

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elryuse · 6 months ago

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Can u do a yandere fic vampire Red Velvet x Male Reader?

Details: YN is a hematologist and a certified nutritionist, he has rather a normal if not boring life, well, successful to be exact, but almost 24/7, his life is just work and work.

One day he thinks about life and tries to get out of his usual life, he doesn't like dating apps, but his friend insists him on trying one of those.

He then meets Park Sooyoung (Joy), he doesn't know why but he is captivated by her eyes and they match, they talk and go out, soon YN asks her out for a dinner date. After the dinner, Joy tells YN to take her home and, guess what, she then says sorry and traps him there.

There he'll meet her sisters, Joy apologizes 'cause her she and her sisters can't just go around and feast on people's blood or steal it from a hospital so they need a perfect (unlucky) candidate to fill their thirst.

The girls are not those who just know take but not give, having lived for a few centuries they have built up a big fortune so Irene gives him a deal, a hefty price a month, and YN is only allowed to go home under their supervision.

Why YN but not the others? During YN and Joy's time before that fateful night, Joy learns of YN's blood type and he has a mutation in his gene which makes his blood more rare and it can help them stay full for a long time, longer than usual compared to other people's or animal's blood.

Day by day, they (except Irene) fall in love with him more and start to hate and compete against each other more. Irene tells her sisters that he is just food, no more no less. Irene hates YN for turning her sisters into love craving maniacs, her words, her physical tortures, they hurt him a lot. Gradually, the girls start to resent Irene more. Irene then knows that she is losing her sisters, YN knows their history, what they've gone through together so while doesn't want to, he still helps her, at least for the sake of his love for the other girls.

After that, Irene spends nights thinking about her actions, she wants to redeem herself but not knowing that she will join the circle and compete against them to get YN.

The Cost Of Immortality

Red Velvet X Male Hermatologist Reader

The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the endless rows of blood bags. My world, for the most part, resided within these pale confines. Dr. Y/N, hematologist extraordinaire, by day. Sleep-deprived researcher, by night. The monotony was a steady thrum in the background of my life, a rhythm I barely noticed anymore.

Until her. Park Sooyoung, or Joy as she insisted, was a splash of vibrant crimson against the beige canvas of my existence. Her laughter was like wind chimes in a gentle breeze, a stark contrast to the sterile silence of my lab. We swiped right on a whim, two lonely souls seeking a spark in the digital abyss. Our dates were stolen moments of whispered secrets and stolen glances, a world existing outside the confines of my workaholic routine.

One evening, after an intimate dinner bathed in flickering candlelight, her smile faltered for a fleeting moment. "Take me home," she pleaded, a tremor in her voice that sent a shiver down my spine. But 'home' wasn't the cozy apartment I envisioned. It was a sprawling mansion that loomed out of the darkness, an unsettling air clinging to its ancient bricks.

Inside, bathed in an eerie moonlight, stood two other women, the same captivating crimson eyes staring back at me, framed by raven hair in shades of red. Introductions were swift, clinical even. Wendy, the eldest, with an aura of quiet authority. Seulgi, the playful one, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. And lastly, Irene, the epitome of stoicism, her gaze as sharp as the glint of silver moonlight on a blade.

The facade they'd meticulously crafted crumbled in that instant. They weren't human. A cocktail of fear and morbid fascination bubbled in my gut as Irene, her voice devoid of warmth, revealed their true nature. Vampires.

Relief, a fleeting emotion, washed over me only to be replaced by a cold dread that coiled around my heart. Irene then explained the reason for the charade - my blood. A rare type, a euphoric feast for their kind. The offer they presented was a gilded cage - a hefty sum deposited into my account every month in exchange for my…companionship. Leaving was an option, but only with armed guards as my constant companions.

Trapped, I became their prisoner, their provider. Nights were spent in opulent rooms, my blood sustaining them. Days were a monotonous blur of tests conducted by Wendy, their resident physician, and guarded outings with Seulgi, whose playful demeanor couldn't quite mask the possessiveness simmering beneath the surface.

But it was Joy, with her intoxicating gaze that seemed to see straight into my soul, who held the key to my heart. As weeks bled into months, a twisted dynamic began to take hold. Wendy craved my intellectual sparring sessions, dissecting medical journals with a fervor that both scared and intrigued me. Seulgi sought out my laughter, our days filled with playful banter that often teetered on the edge of something more. Joy… Joy craved something deeper, a yearning that mirrored the burgeoning affection I felt for her.

Irene, ever the pragmatist, remained aloof. I was a source, a necessity, but never an equal. Their affections, fueled by my unique blood, twisted into a possessive love that bordered on obsession. One night, sleep evading me, I found myself wandering the cavernous halls, drawn by a sliver of light filtering from beneath a closed door. Straining my ears, I caught the tail end of Irene's scathing words, calling my presence a curse.

A flicker of hurt ignited in my chest, a silent plea that resonated with the others. A shift, subtle yet undeniable, began to take place. Wendy's once objective demeanor morphed into veiled defiance. Seulgi's playful banter took on a tinge of possessiveness, her playful swats laced with a silent threat. They began to resent Irene's cold control, their love for me blossoming into a silent rebellion.

I, aware of their history, a dark secret Irene guarded with an iron fist, found myself playing a dangerous game. I helped Irene, not out of fear, but for the sake of the fragile connection I had with the others. This unexpected kindness sparked a flicker of something in Irene's eyes - a flicker I dared to hope was redemption.

But redemption rarely comes easy, especially for creatures of the night. One evening, while Seulgi and I were returning from a guarded outing, a tense silence hung heavy in the air. Suddenly, the car swerved, tires screeching in protest as we veered off the deserted road. The world lurched, and then… darkness.

As weeks bled into months, the opulent mansion I was confined to became a gilded cage. The initial thrill of being around captivating vampires dulled, replaced by a gnawing sense of longing for freedom. Yet, a strange sense of camaraderie started to blossom between me and my captors.

Joy, with her fiery spirit and infectious laughter, was the first to chip away at the walls I'd built around my heart. Our late-night conversations, fueled by stolen glances and whispered secrets, transformed into a silent understanding that transcended the boundaries of our situation.

Wendy, the stoic doctor, surprised me with her curiosity about the human world. Our discussions, initially clinical and scientific, evolved into philosophical debates that stretched into the wee hours. There was a spark of intellectual intimacy that ignited a warmth within me.

Seulgi, the playful prankster, brought a lightness to my captivity. Her days were filled with teasing jabs and playful challenges, a subtle shift from her initial possessiveness. There was a sense of innocent affection in her touch, a camaraderie that soothed the ache for human connection.

Even Irene, the enigmatic leader, began to show a flicker of something akin to…gratitude? Her cold demeanor softened a fraction during our bloodletting sessions. The way her eyes lingered on me for a beat too long, the hesitant brush of her fingers against mine while administering the numbing agent – these subtle signs hinted at a transformation within her.

However, Irene's possessiveness manifested differently. Unlike the open affection of her sisters, hers was a veiled control. She dictated the terms of my captivity, monitored my interactions with the others, and treated me more like a valuable possession than a person. This dissonance between her actions and the subtle shift in her eyes created a confusing dynamic.

One evening, after a particularly draining bloodletting session, I found myself alone with Irene in the dimly lit library. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken emotions. Finally, I gathered my courage. "Why, Irene?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "Why do you keep me here like this, a prisoner in your own home?"

Irene's gaze snapped to mine, crimson eyes blazing with a flicker of something I couldn't decipher. "You are…different," she finally said, her voice laced with an emotion I couldn't place. "Your blood…"

"It sustains you," I finished for her, a bitter taste in my mouth. "Makes you stronger, keeps you from succumbing to the sire bond completely."

She looked away, a muscle clenching in her jaw. "That's not all," she muttered, her voice barely audible. But before she could elaborate, the library door creaked open, revealing Joy, her face flushed with anger.

"There you are!" she exclaimed, her eyes flashing between me and Irene. "We need to talk." The air crackled with unspoken tension, and I realized with a jolt that the night was far from over. The delicate balance between affection, possessiveness, and a shared captivity was about to be tested.

Joy's anger crackled in the air, a stark contrast to the usual warmth in her eyes. "What did you do to him?" she demanded, her gaze fixed on Irene. Seulgi, her playful demeanor replaced by a cold fury, stepped forward, her voice trembling with barely contained rage.

"Don't play dumb, Irene," Seulgi spat. "We know. The bruises, the flinches… you've been hurting him!" Wendy, her stoic facade crumbling, placed a calming hand on Seulgi's shoulder, but her eyes held a newfound suspicion directed at Irene.

The accusations hung heavy in the air, shattering the fragile peace that had settled within the mansion. Irene, cornered and defensive, finally spoke. "It's not what it seems," she said, her voice strained. "I…" She faltered, the carefully constructed mask of control slipping.

"You what?" Joy pressed, her voice laced with hurt and betrayal. For the first time, I saw a flicker of fear in Irene's crimson eyes, a vulnerability that sent a jolt through me.

Taking a deep breath, Irene confessed, her voice barely a whisper. "I was afraid," she admitted. A collective gasp filled the room. Fear? From the ever-stoic, ever-in-control Irene?

"Afraid of what?" Wendy asked, her voice gentle but firm. Shame tinged Irene's cheeks as she met their gazes. "Afraid of losing you," she said, her voice cracking. "All of you."

Confusion clouded their faces. How could their fear of losing them translate to the way she treated me? Sensing their bewilderment, Irene continued, her voice thick with emotion. "You've never needed me before," she explained. "The hunt, the sire bond… I was always the one who protected you from it all."

Her words hung heavy, revealing a truth I hadn't considered. Irene, the eldest, had always shouldered the burden of leadership, of protecting her sisters. "But now," Irene continued, her voice trembling, "he does it all. He gives you what you need. Makes you stronger. And suddenly… I'm not needed anymore."

A heavy silence descended upon the room. The revelation painted Irene's actions in a new light. Her possessiveness, her cruelty, stemmed not from malice, but from a deep-seated fear of abandonment. For the first time, I saw Irene not as a captor, but as a woman grappling with her own insecurities.

Seulgi, the first to break the silence, stepped forward, her anger replaced by a newfound understanding. "We need you, Irene," she said, her voice soft. "Just… differently." The other sisters murmured their agreement, their gazes softening towards their eldest sister.

Tears welled up in Irene's eyes, a storm of emotions battling within her. "But what about him?" Joy asked, gesturing towards me. "He doesn't deserve the way you've treated him."

Shame flushed across Irene's face. She looked at me, her gaze filled with a mixture of regret and something… hopeful? "I can change," she whispered. The night that followed was a turning point. We talked, all five of us, sharing our fears, our desires, and our newfound understanding.

Irene apologized for the pain she'd inflicted, her voice raw with remorse. I, in turn, confessed the strange mix of fear and affection I felt for them all. As the night wore on, a fragile truce formed, a new chapter beginning within the walls of the mansion. The future remained uncertain, but a flicker of hope, a tentative promise of a future built on trust and something more, flickered between us.

The aftermath of the confrontation was a whirlwind of activity. Wendy cleaned my wounds with practiced efficiency, her gaze carrying a silent apology. Joy hovered nearby, her touch hesitant but comforting. Seulgi, ever the pragmatic one, made plans to reinforce the mansion's security.

And then there was Irene. Shame seemed to cling to her like a shroud. Her apologies, though heartfelt, felt hollow in the face of my visible injuries. They were a stark reminder of her cruelty, the bite marks and scars a map of her failings.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted in the hallway. Guards bustled about, their voices raised in urgency. Apparently, there was a malfunction in the security system. They needed someone to manually reboot it – a job usually reserved for Irene.

With a resigned sigh, Irene turned to me. "I need someone to watch you," she explained, her voice strained. "It shouldn't take long." The others exchanged hesitant glances, but in the end, I volunteered. The tension in the room was thick, but the prospect of some alone time with Irene, however awkward, was strangely appealing.

We were escorted to a small, book-lined room that served as Irene's private study. As the heavy door shut behind us with a resounding thud, the air crackled with unspoken emotions. Irene approached the control panel, her back turned to me, her fingers flying across the keypad.

The silence stretched, broken only by the rhythmic beeps of the security system. Finally, unable to bear the tension any longer, I spoke. "It's okay, Irene," I said softly. She froze, her body taut. Slowly, she turned around, her crimson eyes filled with a mixture of shame and disbelief.

"You… you forgive me?" she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. I reached out, my hand hovering over the intricate web of scars marring her arm. Scars older, darker than mine. "We all make mistakes, Irene," I said, my voice gentle. "The important thing is we learn from them."

A single tear escaped her eye, tracing a glistening path down her pale cheek. The sight of it, of her vulnerability, broke something within me. In that moment, I saw not the stoic leader, but a woman burdened by fear and insecurity. A woman who, despite her actions, had always been fiercely protective of her sisters.

Taking a step closer, I cupped her face in my hand, wiping away the stray tear with my thumb. Her eyes, wide with surprise, met mine. Slowly, hesitantly, I leaned in, bridging the gap between us.

The kiss was a revelation. It was raw, desperate, fueled by a desperate need for connection, for forgiveness. Irene clung to me like a lifeline, her initial hesitation melting away into a torrent of passion. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken apologies, of a newfound understanding, and of a hope for something more, something real.

When we finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, a fragile peace settled between us. Irene, her gaze searching mine, whispered, "I don't deserve you, Y/n." "Maybe not," I replied, cupping her cheek once again. "But maybe, together, we can learn to deserve each other."

The future remained uncertain. But as we held each other close in the dimly lit study, a flicker of warmth ignited within me. It was the glimmer of a new beginning, one built on trust, forgiveness, and a love that bloomed in the most unexpected of places.

The following weeks were a whirlwind of stolen moments and whispered promises. My relationship with each sister blossomed in its own unique way. Joy's fiery spirit ignited passionate encounters, fueled by stolen kisses under the moonlight. Wendy, with her intellectual curiosity, discovered a new kind of intimacy in late-night discussions that morphed into explorations of touch. Seulgi's playful demeanor evolved into a playful possessiveness, her playful nips replaced by gentle love bites.

Surprisingly, it was Irene who turned out to be the most possessive. The initial shame of her actions morphed into a fierce determination to prove herself worthy of my affection. She'd watch, a flicker of jealousy in her crimson eyes, whenever I spent time with the others. But when it was her turn, her touch was the most hesitant, the most tender. It was as if she was constantly afraid of breaking something precious.

One evening, as the six of us sat nestled together by the fireplace, a comfortable silence settling between us, Irene surprised us all. "He's ours," she declared, her voice laced with a possessiveness that sent a thrill down my spine. The others, instead of protesting, simply chuckled, a knowing look in their eyes.

"Ours?" I echoed, feigning confusion. Wendy, a playful glint in her eyes, clarified. "Yes, ours, Y/n. Our lover, our provider, our… family." A warmth bloomed in my chest at the word 'family.' It was a concept I hadn't dared to dream of, not with these extraordinary creatures of the night.

The following months were a blur of shared experiences and deepening affection. We explored the hidden corners of the city under the cloak of darkness, their laughter echoing through deserted streets. We spent lazy afternoons curled up with dusty tomes in Irene's study, their thirst for knowledge rivaled only by their thirst for me.

The nights were a symphony of touch and whispered desires. We explored each other's bodies with a newfound reverence, the boundaries between human and vampire blurring with each passing night. The sire bond, once a source of fear, became a bridge, a way to experience each other's emotions with an intensity that defied explanation.

Our unorthodox relationship wasn't without its challenges. There were moments of jealousy, of possessiveness, but we learned to navigate them together. We were, after all, a coven, bound not just by blood, but by an unconventional love that defied definition.

One starlit night, as we lay tangled together in the sprawling master bedroom, Irene spoke, her voice barely a whisper. "Thank you," she said, her crimson eyes reflecting the moonlight. I smiled, pulling her closer. "For what?"

"For showing us that love can exist even in the darkest corners," she replied. And in that moment, under the watchful gaze of the moon, I knew that our love story, born from captivity and fear, had blossomed into something beautiful, something extraordinary. We were a family, bound by blood, by love, and by a shared eternity.

The End

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