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420b1a2eit · 4 months ago

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Seulg(I)'s Fan

Seulg(I) x Y/N

6509 words

tags: public sex, dom/sub, blindfolding, restraint, teasing, edging, objectification

The crowd roared as the stage lights flickered in vibrant hues, syncing with the heavy bass that shook the entire venue. The throb of the music pulsed through the VVIP section where he stood, eyes locked on Seulgi as she moved with sinuous grace, every step calculated, every sway of her hips a tease- he’d like to think- meant just for him.

Her gaze had found Y/N during the second song, a glance that lingered too long to be accidental. As her body undulated, Seulgi’s dark eyes bore into his, daring, taunting. The pearls around her neck glimmered under the lights, the pendant nestled between her breasts, drawing his attention to the smooth curve of her exposed neckline and the tautness of her bare midriff.

Seulgi's mouth curled into a knowing smirk as she turned, the silhouette of her ass perfectly outlined in the tight black pants that clung to her every movement. Her hips rolled as she thrust a leg out, pressing it into the edge of the stage, the fabric stretching, pulling tight around her thighs. The audience's screams grew louder, but he knew, deep down, that this was all for him—every twist, every flick of her tongue across her lips, every flex of her muscles.

Their eyes met again, and this time, Seulgi made sure he understood her intentions. The hand not gripping the mic slid slowly down her chest, tracing her breasts, her abs, before stopping just above the jeweled belt. Her fingers danced in the air, mimicking the motion of jerking off, her eyes burning with unspoken commands.

He couldn't resist any longer. With a glance around to make sure no one was watching too closely, he slipped his hand down, fingers brushing against the bulge straining against his jeans. He tugged at his zipper, heat rising as his palm wrapped around his cock. The risk, the thrill of being caught, only fueled his arousal, made his strokes faster, harder, as he watched Seulgi own the stage.

Her dance became more explicit, her hips grinding as if she could feel him touching her. Her hands roamed over her body, dipping between her legs, squeezing her thighs, as if she was imagining him there, pleasuring her the way she wanted him to. She licked her lips, eyes never leaving his, as if to tell him just how much she wanted him to lose control, to come right there in the middle of the concert.

His breath caught in his throat as he stroked himself, his thumb brushing over the slick tip. He was barely holding on, and she knew it. The way Seulgi leaned forward, breasts almost spilling out of the tube top, her tongue flicking out in a way that mimicked what he desperately wanted to do to her—it was too much. She let her hand slide down to her pussy, fingers pressing into the fabric, rubbing slow circles as she moaned into the mic, her voice sweet, but filthy, carrying over the music.

"Come on, baby," she whispered, only loud enough for him to hear. "I know you're close. I want to see you lose it for me."

And he did. His hand moved faster, hips bucking as he stifled his groans, the crowd around him none the wiser as he came hard, his release soaking through his hand. Seulgi watched, her smirk widening, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as she brought herself to the edge, her body shuddering with pleasure before she pulled away, leaving him panting and spent.

She turned back to the crowd, blowing a kiss, but her eyes flicked back to him one last time, a promise of what might happen the next time she saw him in the audience.

The next city on the tour was even more electric, the energy in the air thick with anticipation. As the fans gathered in the arena, eager for another performance, Y/N felt a strange sense of destiny pulling him back into the crowd. He had somehow scored a ticket to this next show, and despite everything, he knew he couldn’t resist the magnetic draw of Seulgi.

She didn’t spot him right away, not until halfway through the set when the stage lights dimmed to a sultry red. Her eyes scanned the crowd, searching, hungry—and then they locked onto him. He felt his heart skip a beat, the memory of their last encounter flooding his senses.

This time, her gaze was different. More intense, more demanding. The playful teasing was gone, replaced by something darker, more carnal. The connection between them was undeniable, even in the sea of people. He could feel her presence like a physical touch, her eyes burning into him, as if she could see straight through the crowd, straight into him.

The performance was a blur of erotic movements, her body a symphony of erotic curves and sharp edges, all framed by the tight leather and glittering jewels she wore. She toyed with the mic, her voice dropping to a throaty purr as she sang, the lyrics taking on a new, explicit meaning meant just for him. Her hands slid over her body in time with the beat, each touch a promise of what was to come.

By the time the last note rang out and the stage lights faded, he was breathless, his skin tingling with anticipation. As the crowd began to disperse, he found himself lingering, his eyes locked on the stage.

A moment later, a hand settled on his shoulder. He turned, startled, to see one of the stagehands standing there, a knowing smirk on his face.

“You’re wanted backstage,” the stagehand said, his voice laced with something that sounded almost like jealousy.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He followed the stagehand through the maze of corridors, his heart pounding in his chest, the echoes of the concert still ringing in his ears. The further they went, the quieter it got, until they reached a door with Seulgi’s name on it. The stagehand knocked once before opening the door and gesturing for him to enter.

Inside, Seulgi was waiting for him, leaning casually against the vanity, her legs crossed, arms folded across her chest. She had changed out of her stage outfit and was now wearing something even more enticing—a black lace bralette and matching panties, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat from the performance. Her hair was still up in that sexy bun, a few loose strands framing her face.

“Close the door,” she said softly, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife.

He did as he was told, the sound of the latch clicking into place echoing ominously in the small room. When he turned back, she was watching him with those same intense eyes, the ones that had driven him wild during the concert.

“I saw you again,” she said, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “You couldn’t stay away, could you?”

Y/N shook his head, words failing him as he took in the sight of her, standing there in all her post-performance glory. The room was filled with the scent of her, a mix of sweat, perfume, and something more primal. It hit him like a wave, making his head spin.

“You’re here because I wanted you to be,” Seulgi continued, pushing herself off the vanity and sauntering towards him, her hips swaying in that hypnotic way that made his mouth go dry. “You gave me such a show last time, I thought it was only fair I return the favor.”

Her hand trailed down his chest, fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt as she spoke. “But this time,” she whispered, leaning in close, her breath hot against his ear, “I want to feel you.”

He shuddered as her hands moved lower, unbuckling his belt with practiced ease. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her eyes never leaving his, even as she freed him from his pants. He was already hard, painfully so, and the sight of her on her knees, so close, made him groan with need.

Seulgi’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she wrapped her hand around his cock, her grip firm and demanding. “You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?” she teased, her voice low and sultry. She gave him a slow, deliberate stroke, her thumb teasing the tip. “Tell me.”

“Every night,” he confessed, his voice hoarse with lust. “I can’t stop.”

“Good,” she purred, her other hand sliding up his thigh. “I want you to remember this.”

Without warning, she took him into her mouth, her lips sliding over his length with a sinful ease that made his knees buckle. He gasped, one hand flying to her hair, fingers tangling in the strands as he tried to steady himself. She hummed in approval, the vibration sending shivers down his spine as she worked him over, her tongue swirling around the head before taking him deeper.

The pleasure was overwhelming, her mouth hot and wet as she bobbed her head, her hand stroking what she couldn’t fit. Every movement was precise, calculated to drive him insane, and it was working. He could barely keep it together, the sight of her below him, her eyes half-lidded with lust, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Seulgi,” he groaned, his grip tightening in her hair as she picked up the pace, her lips sliding up and down his shaft with increasing urgency.

She pulled back just enough to speak, her voice husky and breathless. “Not yet,” she commanded, her hand still stroking him as she looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “I want you inside me first.”

The words were like a match to gasoline. He hauled her up, crashing his lips against hers in a desperate, hungry kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her hands clawing at his back as she pressed herself against him, her body soft and warm. He could feel her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hard through the lace, and it drove him wild.

They stumbled back towards the vanity, knocking over a few bottles of perfume in their haste. Seulgi broke the kiss long enough to push him down into the chair, her eyes dark with need as she climbed onto his lap, her legs straddling him. She reached down, guiding him to her entrance, the slick heat of her making him groan in anticipation.

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she sank down onto him, taking him inside her inch by inch. Her head fell back, a low moan slipping from her lips as she settled on his lap, her pussy tight and wet around him. He gripped her hips, holding her steady as she adjusted to the feel of him, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure as she began to move, her hips rolling in slow, sensual circles.

He could barely think, the feel of her around him, squeezing him, drawing him deeper, driving him to the brink of madness. Every time she lifted herself up, he could see the glistening wetness on his cock, and the sight made him want to lose control.

But Seulgi was in charge, her pace agonizingly slow, teasing him, drawing out the pleasure until he was panting, begging her to move faster.

“Seulgi, please,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he tried to buck up into her, but she only smirked, tightening her grip on him as she kept up her maddening pace.

“Not yet,” she murmured, her breath hitching as she leaned in to kiss him again, her lips hot and demanding against his. “I want to feel you lose it inside me.”

He could feel the tension coiling in his gut, the pressure building to an unbearable degree. She was driving him crazy, her pussy so tight, so wet, and the way she looked at him, her eyes half-lidded, lips parted, was too much. He was right on the edge, barely holding on.

Seulgi must have sensed it because she finally picked up the pace, her hips moving faster, grinding down on him, her breath coming in hot, broken gasps. Her pussy clenched around him, and he felt her shudder, her own pleasure mounting as she rode him harder.

“Come for me,” she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with need. “Fill me up.”

That was all it took. With a strangled cry, he came, his hips bucking up into her as he spilled inside her, his release intense, overwhelming. Seulgi moaned, her body shuddering as she felt him fill her, her own orgasm crashing over her, making her cling to him as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

For a moment, they stayed like that, her body trembling against his, his arms wrapped around her, both of them breathing hard, hearts racing.

Finally, Seulgi leaned back, a satisfied smile on her lips as she looked down at him, her eyes dark with the remnants of their shared pleasure.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. “You did exactly what I wanted.”

He could only nod, still catching his breath, his mind reeling from what had just happened.

Seulgi kissed him one last time before slipping off his lap, her legs shaky as she stood up.

As Seulgi pulled herself off his lap, she straightened up, her body still humming with the afterglow. Her fingers brushed his cheek before she leaned down, capturing his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. When she pulled back, her eyes held a mischievous glint that sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

"Give me your number," she said, her voice commanding yet playful. "And I expect you to answer every time I call. No excuses. No hesitation."

He fumbled for his phone, his hands still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. She watched him with that same predatory gaze, as if she were already planning the next time she’d have him at her mercy. He handed her his phone, and she quickly entered her number, saving it under a simple name: "Seulgi." No titles, no hints. Just her name, a constant reminder of what they shared.

“Good,” she murmured, handing the phone back. “You’ll be hearing from me, and when you do, you better be ready.”

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Their encounters became a blur of sweat, heat, and raw, unfiltered desire. Each time she called, he dropped everything, knowing that whatever he was doing would pale in comparison to what Seulgi had planned for him. She was insatiable, always wanting more, always pushing him to new heights of pleasure.

There were the late-night calls, her voice low and sultry as she instructed him to meet her in some discreet location—hotel rooms, dressing rooms, even her car after a show. They didn’t need a bed; all they needed was each other, and the world faded away in those moments, leaving only the two of them, tangled together in a desperate tangle of limbs and moans.

Seulgi was a master at toying with him, teasing him until he was on the brink of losing control before finally allowing him to have her. She loved making him wait, making him beg, knowing that it only made the release that much sweeter when she finally gave in. He would always come to her, trembling with anticipation, and she would take him in her hand, in her mouth, in her body, molding him to her desires.

But it wasn’t just about the physical. Seulgi was in his head, haunting his thoughts, driving him to distraction. He couldn’t focus at work, couldn’t think about anything but her—how she smelled, how she tasted, how her body felt against his. He craved her, needed her, and she knew it. She played on his obsession, feeding it, nurturing it, until it was all-consuming.

Their sexcapades became more daring, more intense. She would blindfold him, tie him up, make him submit to her every whim. She loved the power she had over him, loved seeing the way he unraveled beneath her touch. And he loved every second of it, loved the way she made him feel, loved the way she controlled him.

Each encounter left him more addicted, more desperate for her. She was like a drug, and he was hopelessly hooked.

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One evening, after yet another explosive encounter, Seulgi invited him to her apartment. It was a more intimate setting, one she rarely allowed, but tonight was different. She wanted him in her space, in her bed, wanted to see how he would react to being surrounded by her things, her scent, her life.

They barely made it through the door before they were on each other, clothes tearing, hands grasping, bodies colliding. She led him to her bedroom, pushing him down onto the bed as she straddled him, her lips curved into that wicked smile he had come to adore.

As she rode him, her body moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that drove him wild, he felt a strange sense of peace, as if this was exactly where he was meant to be. She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered filthy words of encouragement, telling him how good he felt inside her, how much she loved having him at her mercy.

But then, a sound—so out of place it took him a moment to register it. The sound of a door unlocking, the telltale beep of a digital lock disengaging. He froze, his eyes widening in shock as he realized they weren’t alone.

“Seulgi?” a familiar voice called out, followed by the soft click of the front door closing. “I brought you some cake—”

Before he could react, the bedroom door swung open, and there stood Irene, Seulgi’s best friend and fellow group member. She was holding a small box, her expression one of surprise that quickly turned into something else entirely when she saw what was happening.

Seulgi didn’t stop, didn’t even flinch. She simply glanced over her shoulder at Irene, a grin spreading across her face as she continued to ride him, her pace never faltering.

“Hey, unnie,” Seulgi said casually, as if she wasn’t in the middle of fucking Y/N senseless. “What’s up?”

Y/N’s breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding as he waited for the inevitable fallout. But Irene’s reaction was far from what he expected. Instead of outrage, there was a spark of curiosity in her eyes, a hint of amusement as she took in the scene before her.

“Seulgi,” Irene said, her voice calm, almost teasing, “I didn’t know you had company.”

Seulgi laughed, a low, sultry sound that sent a shiver down his spine. “Yeah, I’ve been keeping him around for a bit. He’s a good boy. Takes direction well.” She turned her gaze back to him, her hand sliding down to cup his jaw. “Isn’t that right?”

He could only nod, the shock of Irene’s arrival still coursing through him. But as he looked up at Seulgi, the way she continued to move on top of him, the way she was completely unfazed by Irene’s presence, he felt something shift inside him. The fear, the anxiety, it melted away, replaced by an almost surreal sense of acceptance. This was Seulgi’s world, and he was just along for the ride.

Irene stepped further into the room, setting the cake box down on the dresser. She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe, a small smile playing on her lips as she watched them. “You really know how to entertain your guests, don’t you, Seulgi?”

Seulgi let out a breathless laugh, her movements becoming more deliberate, more focused as she neared her climax. “You should join us next time, unnie,” she teased, her voice laced with both challenge and invitation.

Irene raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. “Maybe I will.”

Y/N couldn’t believe what he was hearing, couldn’t believe how casually they were discussing this as if it were the most normal thing in the world. But then, this was Seulgi and Irene—two women who lived by their own rules, who reveled in their power, their freedom.

Seulgi’s pace quickened, her breath hitching as she rode him harder, chasing her release. “Don’t worry about her,” she whispered, her voice husky and raw. “Focus on me. You’re here to please me, remember?”

He nodded, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust up into her, losing himself in the rhythm, in the sensation of her tight, wet heat enveloping him. All thoughts of Irene, of the outside world, disappeared as he focused solely on Seulgi, on the way her body moved, the way she moaned his name, the way she commanded his every thought.

Seulgi’s body tensed, her nails digging into his chest as she came, her moans filling the room, echoing in his ears. He followed her over the edge, his release crashing through him, leaving him breathless, spent.

For a moment, the room was silent, save for their ragged breathing. Then, Seulgi leaned down, capturing his lips in a lazy, sated kiss before sliding off him, her body still trembling slightly.

Irene pushed off the doorframe, walking over to the bed with an air of nonchalance. “You two look like you could use some cake,” she said, her tone light, almost playful.

Seulgi laughed, collapsing onto the bed next to him. “Always looking out for me, unnie.”

Irene chuckled, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Seulgi’s face. “What are best friends for?”

As the two women exchanged a knowing smile, Y/N laid there, still trying to wrap his head around everything that had just happened. But as he looked at Seulgi, at the way she seemed completely at ease, it somehow made him feel at ease too.

Seulgi slowly lifted herself off Y/N’s still-hard cock, feeling the thick, warm cum spilling from her pussy, coating her inner thighs as she shifted to the edge of the bed. She glanced back at him with a satisfied smirk before reaching down to gently scoop up some of the sticky mess that had escaped her. She wiped her fingers clean with a casual flick of her wrist, unconcerned with the wetness still dripping down her legs.

Irene, who had been watching the scene with a mix of amusement and curiosity, couldn’t help but tease her friend. “Looks like you’re leaking, Seulgi,” she laughed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “You really took all of him, didn’t you?”

Seulgi, completely unfazed, let out a playful chuckle as she stood up, her bare feet padding softly against the floor. She didn’t bother covering up as she made her way toward the dresser, her tight, muscular ass swaying with each step. Y/N couldn’t tear his eyes away, mesmerized by the way her body moved, the way her skin gleamed under the soft light of the bedroom.

Seulgi reached for the box of cake that Irene had brought, opening it to reveal a decadent slice of rich chocolate. She grabbed a fork, digging in without a second thought, completely at ease in her nudity. The sight of her standing there, so casual and comfortable, sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through Y/N, his cock twitching in response.

He was so focused on Seulgi’s beautiful ass that he didn’t notice Irene moving closer until he felt something warm and wet wrap around his still-sensitive cock. His breath hitched in surprise, his head snapping down to see Irene’s hand grasping him firmly, her tongue flicking out to lick away the remnants of his and Seulgi’s mixed orgasms.

addt'l tags: threesome, age play

Irene glanced up at him with a sultry smile, her eyes dark with lust as she continued to clean him up. “You’ve still got some left on you,” she murmured, her voice low and husky. “Let me take care of that.”

Y/N’s breath caught in his throat as Irene’s mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling expertly around the sensitive flesh. She took him deeper, her lips sliding down his shaft as she sucked with just the right amount of pressure, her eyes never leaving his as she worked.

Seulgi, now leaning against the dresser with the forkful of cake in her mouth, watched the scene unfold with a lazy smile. “Enjoying yourself, unnie?” she teased, her voice muffled slightly by the rich chocolate she was savoring.

Irene pulled back just enough to respond, her hand still stroking his slick cock as she glanced over at Seulgi. “He tastes good,” she replied with a playful wink. “I couldn’t let all of this go to waste, could I?”

Seulgi laughed, shaking her head as she took another bite of cake. “You never could resist, could you?”

Y/N’s mind was spinning, his senses overloaded by the sight of Seulgi casually enjoying her cake while Irene’s mouth worked its magic on him. The contrast between their casual conversation and the intense pleasure coursing through his body was almost surreal. It was as if this was just another ordinary day for them—a thought that only made him harder, his cock throbbing in Irene’s warm, eager mouth.

Irene’s pace quickened, her hand and mouth working in perfect tandem as she took him deeper, her throat tightening around him with each descent. He groaned, his hips instinctively bucking up into her mouth, unable to hold back the moan that tore from his lips.

Seulgi watched with a mix of amusement and arousal, her hand absentmindedly trailing down to her own dripping pussy as she licked the last remnants of chocolate off her fork. “Careful, unnie,” she purred, her voice teasing. “You might make him cum again before I’ve had a chance to recover.”

Irene pulled back just enough to give Seulgi a sly grin, her lips wet with saliva and cum. “I think he has enough for both of us,” she quipped before taking Y/N back into her mouth, her hand working his shaft in slow, deliberate strokes.

He was on the edge, his body trembling with the need for release, but Irene wasn’t going to let him finish just yet. She slowed her pace, teasing him with light, feathered touches of her tongue, keeping him on the brink without allowing him to tip over.

Seulgi, now fully aroused again, pushed off the dresser and sauntered over to the bed, her eyes locked on Y/N’s face as she leaned down to kiss him deeply, her tongue sliding into his mouth with the same intensity that Irene was showing his cock. “You’re lucky, Y/N,” she whispered against his lips, her breath hot and sweet with the taste of chocolate. “You get to have both of us tonight.”

Irene pulled off him with a wet pop, her eyes gleaming as she licked her lips clean. “Think you can handle it?” she asked, her voice a seductive challenge as she moved up the bed to join Seulgi, the two women now hovering over him, their bodies pressed close as they prepared to share him between them.

Y/N could only nod, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the two women closed in, their lips meeting in a heated kiss above him before they turned their attention back to him, ready to make him theirs once again.

Seulgi and Irene shared a knowing glance as they hovered over him, their bodies pressed together in a way that only heightened his arousal. Irene’s hand slipped down to gently caress his cheek, her touch soft and comforting despite the intense desire swirling in her eyes. She leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, “Are you ready for Mommy, Y/N?”

The word sent a shiver down his spine, his cock twitching in response as he looked up at her with a mix of anticipation and need. Irene’s voice had a lulling, almost hypnotic quality to it, and the way she said “Mommy” with such confidence made his heart race.

Seulgi noticed the change in him immediately. The way his breath hitched, the way his eyes darkened with lust—it was clear that something in him had shifted. A sly grin spread across her face as she pressed herself closer to him, her lips brushing against his as she teased, “You like that, don’t you? Hearing her call herself Mommy?”

His response was a soft, breathless moan, his eyes fluttering shut as Irene’s hand trailed down his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. “Yes, Mommy,” he murmured, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Seulgi’s grin widened, her voice low and teasing as she ran her fingers through his hair, tugging just enough to make him look up at her. “Such a good boy,” she purred, her tone dripping with playful condescension. “Is that what you want? To be Mommy’s good boy?”

Irene’s gentle yet commanding energy enveloped him as she leaned down to kiss him softly, her lips lingering on his as she whispered, “That’s right, baby. You’re Mommy’s good boy. And good boys do as they’re told.”

Y/N’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind spinning as Irene’s words wrapped around him like a warm blanket. There was something so intoxicating about her gentle dominance, the way she could be both nurturing and demanding at the same time. It made him want to surrender completely, to give himself over to her without hesitation.

Seulgi watched the effect Irene was having on him, her own arousal growing as she saw how easily he melted under Irene’s touch. She decided to push him further, to see just how deep his submission ran. Leaning down, she kissed his neck, her teeth grazing his skin as she whispered, “You’re not just Mommy’s good boy, are you? You’re a dirty little boy, too, aren’t you? You love being teased and used by us.”

His moan was all the confirmation Seulgi needed. She laughed softly, a low, sultry sound that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his core. “That’s it,” she cooed, her voice a mix of mockery and affection. “You love being our plaything, don’t you? You love it when Mommy takes charge and tells you what to do.”

Irene’s hand slid down his body, her fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking him slowly as she kept her gaze locked on his face. “Mommy’s going to take such good care of you, baby,” she murmured, her voice soothing as she continued to stroke him with just the right amount of pressure. “But you have to be a good boy for us, understand?”

“Yes, Mommy,” Y/N gasped, his hips bucking up into her hand, desperate for more. The combination of Seulgi’s teasing and Irene’s gentle dominance was driving him wild, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

Seulgi’s hand slid down to join Irene’s, her fingers brushing against Irene’s as they worked together to bring him to the brink. “Look at you,” Seulgi teased, her voice dripping with amusement. “You’re so eager, so desperate to please. You really are a dirty little boy, aren’t you?”

Y/N’s only response was a choked moan, his eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable level. He was completely at their mercy, and the knowledge that he was pleasing them both only made him want to surrender even more.

Irene smiled down at him, her eyes softening as she leaned in to kiss him gently on the forehead. “That’s my good boy,” she whispered, her voice filled with affection. “Mommy’s going to make you feel so good, baby. Just let go and let Mommy take care of everything.”

Seulgi’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched Irene work her magic, her own arousal spiking as she saw how deeply he was falling into his submission. “He loves it when you call yourself Mommy,” Seulgi remarked, her voice playful as she leaned in close to his ear. “It turns him on so much. You should see how hard he is right now.”

Irene’s smile widened, her hand moving faster as she stroked his cock with practiced ease. “Is that true, baby?” she asked, her tone a mix of sweetness and authority. “Does it turn you on when Mommy takes charge?”

His breath hitched, his eyes fluttering open to meet Irene’s gaze. “Yes, Mommy,” he managed to gasp, his voice trembling with need. “It turns me on so much.”

Seulgi’s laugh was low and wicked as she pressed herself against his side, her hand sliding down to cup his balls, squeezing gently. “You’re such a good little slut for us, aren’t you?” she teased, her voice thick with lust. “So eager to please, so desperate to be our good boy.”

Irene’s grip tightened on his cock, her strokes becoming more deliberate as she leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Then show Mommy how much you want it, baby. Show Mommy how much you need to be her good boy.”

Y/N’s body tensed, his hips thrusting up into Irene’s hand as he felt the pleasure cresting, the edge looming ever closer. “Please, Mommy,” he begged, his voice raw with desire. “Please, let me cum for you.”

Irene’s smile was soft, almost tender as she kissed his cheek, her hand never slowing as she brought him right to the brink. “Cum for Mommy, baby,” she murmured, her voice laced with command. “Be a good boy and cum for me.”

With a final, desperate thrust, his body shuddered, his release crashing over him in waves of intense pleasure. He groaned loudly, his cock pulsing in Irene’s hand as he spilled himself completely, his body going limp as the orgasm wracked him.

Seulgi’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched the way Irene handled him, her own arousal spiking at the sight of Y/N’s complete surrender. “Such a good boy,” Seulgi purred, her voice dripping with approval as she leaned down to kiss his sweat-slicked forehead. “Mommy’s good little boy.”

Irene smiled, her hand gently milking the last of his orgasm from him as she leaned down to kiss him softly on the lips. “You did so well, baby,” she murmured, her voice filled with affection as she nuzzled against his cheek. “Mommy’s so proud of you.”

Y/N’s chest heaved with exertion, his mind a haze of pleasure and satisfaction as he basked in the afterglow. The feeling of being so thoroughly taken care of, so completely dominated by these two powerful women, left him in a state of blissful exhaustion.

Seulgi and Irene exchanged a satisfied glance, their bond only deepening as they shared this experience together. They both knew that this was just the beginning of their fun, a new dynamic to explore together, and Y/N was the perfect partner for their indulgences.

Irene and Seulgi shared a glance, a silent conversation passing between them that only deepened the bond they shared. It was a mix of amusement, satisfaction, and something else—something more possessive. They both looked down at Y/N, who was still lost in the aftermath of his orgasm, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, his mind a haze of pleasure and exhaustion.

Irene was the first to speak, her voice soft yet tinged with the lingering authority she’d wielded so effortlessly. “You know,” she began, her fingers gently trailing along his jawline, “there’s no reason for this to just be a one-time thing, Y/N.”

Seulgi’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as she leaned closer, her body still buzzing with the thrill of their shared experience. “Exactly,” she added, her tone playful but with an edge of seriousness. “Why limit ourselves to just these few moments when we could have so much more?”

He blinked, his mind slowly clearing as he tried to process what they were suggesting. He looked between the two women, their expressions warm but full of intent, as if they were offering him something more profound than just another round of pleasure.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice still a little shaky from the intensity of it all.

Irene’s smile was soft, almost maternal as she leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. “We’re saying that you don’t have to go back to your ordinary life, Y/N,” she explained, her voice gentle. “You could stay with us. Move in here, with Seulgi. We have more than enough space, and more than enough means to take care of you.”

Seulgi nodded, her fingers brushing through his hair in a comforting gesture. “We could have nights like this whenever we wanted,” she said, her tone filled with promise. “No need to wait for fancon tours or backstage invitations. You’d be here with us, part of our lives.”

His heart pounded in his chest, the offer almost too good to be true. The idea of living with these two, of being surrounded by their presence every day, of having this kind of intimacy whenever they wanted—it was overwhelming in the best possible way.

“And don’t worry about anything else,” Irene added, her hand resting on his chest, grounding him in the moment. “We’ve got more than enough to provide for you. All you have to do is say yes, and we’ll take care of everything.”

Seulgi’s grin widened as she saw the way his eyes lit up at the prospect. She could see the excitement building in him, the same thrill she felt at the thought of having him close, of sharing their lives in a way that went beyond just sex. “What do you say, Y/N?” she asked, her voice a seductive whisper. “Are you in?”

He felt a rush of emotions flood through him—excitement, anticipation, desire. It was impossible to say no to an offer like this, to the life they were promising him. He swallowed hard, his gaze shifting between the two women who had already shown him more pleasure and affection than he’d ever thought possible.

“Yes,” he finally breathed, the word escaping his lips with a mix of relief and eagerness. “I’m in.”

The smiles that spread across Seulgi and Irene’s faces were full of satisfaction, a shared understanding that this was only the beginning of something incredible. They leaned in together, each pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips, sealing the promise of their new arrangement.

“Welcome home, Y/N,” Seulgi whispered against his mouth, her tone filled with anticipation for what the future held.

Irene’s voice was equally warm as she added, “You’re ours now, and we’re going to make sure you never regret it.”

As the three of them settled into the comfortable aftermath, the promise of a new life together hanging in the air, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a sense of fulfillment. He’d stepped into a world of pleasure, of deep connection, and now there was no going back.

🍃 note: there it is! Longest one yet. Hope you liked the surprise hehe. Got a lot more in store for y'all so I hope you stick around and look forward to it!

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Red Velvet and the haunted dorms [Ft. Super Junior] - Chapter 1/1

This is one of many archived fanfics featuring 1st and 2nd generation K-pop acts that I've come across recently. It's all in good fun, and maybe a bit cringeworthy! Just to clarify, I don't post fanfics, so I hope to the people that post and read K-pop fanfics makes sense. Credits go out to the original creator plincess_cho. *Note: Nothing in their post will change (unless necessary), other than being posted here, and the (Link) will be provided to the page that i found it on.

Characters:

Son Seungwan (Wendy), Kim Yerim (Yeri), Kang Seulgi, Bae Joohyun (Irene), Park Sooyoung (Joy), Kim Heechul, Choi Siwon, Cho Kyuhyun, Park Jungsoo (Lee Teuk), Kim Jongwoon (Yesung), Kim Ryeowook, Jeon Younghoon (Gunhee), Kim Taeyeon, Yook Sungjae, Kim Youngwoon (Kangin)

Summary:

Red Velvet move into Super Junior's old dorms. But are their dorms really haunted like everyone says?

Chapter 1:

“Welcome to your new dorm!” the manager says. He keys a passcode into the lock and pushes the door open. The members of Red Velvet follow him into their new home. They set down their suitcases in the main living area and look around. They look through the kitchen, peek into the bedrooms, and all reconvene in the main area so the manager can dole out living arrangements.

“There are enough bedrooms for everyone to have their own room,” he says. “Irene, since you’re the leader, you can pick first.”

“This is such a nice dorm!” she comments as she tries to decide which room to take. “Thanks for getting this for us, manager Oppa.”

“They almost gave you a dorm on the eleventh floor, but I managed to convince them to give you this one instead,” the manager says.

“What was wrong with the eleventh floor?” Seulgi asks.

“It…” the manger searches for the right word, “had the vague smell of bean paste.”

The girls look at each other in confusion but say nothing. Instead, they set about choosing their rooms and unpacking their suitcases as they wait for the rest of their things to arrive.

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“You moved into the old Super Junior dorms?” Sungjae says to Joy after a filming one day.

“I guess so?” Joy replies. “We’re on the sixth floor of the SM dorms in Gangnam, if that’s what you mean.”

Sungjae laughs. “Yep, that’s the one. I don’t want to freak you out or anything, but I’ve heard it’s haunted.”

“Haunted?” Joy exclaims. “What do you mean haunted?”

Sungjae shrugs. “That’s what Kangin said when he found out you were moving in. He said not to tell you but…”

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“Haunted?” Wendy repeats. “Their dorm is haunted?”

Taeyeon nods, completely serious. “That’s what Heechul told me. He said that after all of the members moved out, their spirits will haunt the dorms forever.”

Wendy eyes her skeptically. “But that was… Heechul. Don’t you think he might have been teasing you?”

Taeyeon ignores her and continues, “He says that sometimes, there’d be reports of screams late at night. Or the television turning on and off without anyone touching it, stuff like that.”

Wendy doesn’t know what to believe so she says nothing. Maybe she’ll invest in some night lights.

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“Is it true?” they ask their manager when they’re all back in the dorm for a dorm meeting.

“What?” the manager asks, looking up from his bowl of jjajjangmyeon.

“That our dorm is haunted,” Yeri says.

“This is Super Junior’s old dorm, isn’t it?” Wendy asks. “We’ve heard it’s… haunted.”

But their manager just laughs. “This dorm isn’t haunted. Super Junior probably just made up that rumour to scare you.”

The girls all look at each other. True, their Super Junior sunbaes do like to joke around, but would they joke around at their dongsaengs expense like this? Usually they play pranks on each other.

After their managers all leave, the girls have a powwow. “What do you think, Irene?” Seulgi asks. “It’s not haunted… right?”

“I think,” the leader says, “I think we should call Donghae. He’d tell us the truth about whether or not it was haunted.” She pulls out her phone and starts to dial when she remembers, “Oh, but he’s already left for the military. He won’t have his phone then I suppose.”

“Besides, Sungjae said that Kangin said that the dorms were haunted,” Joy adds, “so there’s really no use in calling them. I don’t think it’s actually haunted…” but her voice sounds unsure.

“I’ll guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” Wendy says.

They all change into their pyjamas and tuck themselves into bed. They all take the necessary precautions however; three members curl up with their trusty stuffed animals while two others plug in night lights before hitting the hay. You could never be too safe after all.

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“HAJIMA!”

Yeri jolts out of bed to the sound of a high pitched scream. She sits up in bed, breathing heavily, and hopes it was just a horrible dream.

But then it comes again. “HIGH FIVE HAJIMA!”

"What on earth?" Yeri doesn’t know what to do. The voice doesn’t sound like any of her bandmates, but what if they’re in trouble? She gets out of bed and creeps over to the door. Nervously she peers out into the hallway, but there’s no one there. She flicks on the lights and walks through the empty hallway to Irene’s room. "The screaming seems to have stopped, but what made that sound?”

“Irene?” she calls, knocking on the door. “Are you awake?”

No response.

“Irene?” she knocks again while opening the door. Inside, her leader is fast asleep, holding tightly to a stuffed dolphin. “Irene?”

“HIGH FIVE HAJIMA!” the yell comes again.

“Irene!” Yeri exclaims, shaking Irene awake.

“What?!” Irene screams. She realizes who’s shaking her and calms down a bit. “Yeri, what’s wrong?”

“I keep hearing someone screaming,” she says. “And… it’s not any of our members.”

Irene tries to control her breathing. “Well, maybe the walls are thin. We are living in a dorm after all.”

“HIGH FIVE HAJIMA!”

Yeri grabs onto Irene and they cling to each other in terror. They hear footsteps echoing down the hall as Seulgi and Wendy come to join them.

“Should we call someone?” Wendy asks.

“But who would we call?” Seulgi asks.

They stay up half the night waiting for the scream to come again, but they don’t hear the screams again. The four finally fall into a fitful sleep on Irene’s small bed, and when they wake up, they’re sore and tired. They stumble into the kitchen to find Joy eating a bowl of cereal.

“Good morning,” she greets them cheerfully before her brows furrow in concern, “What happened to you guys?”

“You didn’t hear the screaming?” Wendy asks.

Joy looks at them quizzically. “No. What screaming?”

The other four exchange looks. Had they made the whole thing up?

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Wendy sits down in the chair in the dressing room as one of the coordi unnie's starts working on her hair. She pulls out a brush and some hairspray and sets about styling Wendy’s hair.

“Unnie?” Wendy asks hesitantly. “You used to be one of the coordinoonas for Super Junior right?”

“For a little while, yes,” she replies.

“Did they… did they ever say anything about… about their dorm being haunted?” she asks.

The coordi unnie just laughs. “They say a lot of things, honey. You never know with those kids, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were spreading rumors.”

“But they’re just rumors, right?”

The coordi unnie stops brushing out Wendy’s hair to look at her in the mirror. “Of course they’re just rumours! None of the dorms are haunted.”

Wendy is about to protest and recount the story of the phantom screaming, but she decides against it. Maybe it was just a rumour.

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Besides the screams, other weird things seem to be happening. Every time they come back to the dorm, some piece of furniture is out of place. They often find the television on, always tuned to a Super Junior show. Weird things tend to go missing: first, it’s Yeri’s t-shirt. Then it’s the egg from Wendy’s bibimbap. Joy’s earphones disappear the day after.

“We probably just left them somewhere,” Irene tries to say.

“Or the ghosts took them,” Yeri says seriously.

Joy doesn’t know what to believe. Sure, she’s heard the rumours about their dorm being haunted, but she just can’t believe what her members are saying about the screams and the furniture.

“And it was yelling ‘high five hajima’?” she asks again. “That… that doesn’t even make sense.”

“Ghosts don’t make sense,” Yeri informs her solemnly. “Their logic is different from ours.”

“Yeri, you don’t actually believe there are ghosts in our dorm, do you?”

Yeri just shrugs.

“If there are really ghosts, how did Super Junior deal with them?” Joy asks.

“It’s Super Junior,” Irene replies. “The ghosts were probably afraid of them.”

The other members nod in agreement. They always knew when Super Junior were around because they were always so loud and boisterous. More than one of the managers had described them like a hurricane. “They’re loud, noisy, and they cause a lot of damage.”

“You haven’t heard the screaming again have you?” she asks.

The other members all exchange glances and shake their heads.

“Not yet anyways,” Seulgi says solemnly.

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That night, Joy tucks herself into bed after a long day. All she wants to do is relax before another day of filming. She reaches over to turn off the light and closes her eyes. She’s nearly asleep when she feels something wet on her cheek.

Drip.

She opens her eyes and looks around. She convinces herself it’s nothing and closes her eyes again.

Drip.

“It’s nothing,” she tells herself. “Nothing.”

Drip.

Drip drip drip.

Joy turns over and turns on the light. She’s alone in the room and there’s no sign of water anywhere. Where could it be coming from? She looks up at the ceiling but finds nothing. She crawls back into bed and squeezes her eyes tightly, trying to forget what the members had said about the dorm being haunted.

She falls asleep, but only for a few moments. She wakes up to a torrent of water and comes up sputtering. She screams as flails her arms for the light but when she turns it on, there’s no one there.

“Joy! Joy! Are you okay?” Irene bursts into her room. She sees Joy sitting up in bed, completely drenched. “What happened to you?”

“Somebody—somebody poured water on me!” Joy replies.

“Who?” Irene asks. “There’s nobody here.”

“I told you the dorm was haunted,” Yeri says, coming up behind Irene.

“It’s not…” Joy’s voice trails off.

“How else can you describe how you’re sopping wet if no one else dropped water on you?” Seulgi asks.

“I…”

“That’s it,” Irene announces. “I’m calling Siwon. We need him to pray the ghosts away.”

“But, but he’s in the army,” Wendy says. “I’ll call Taeyeon and see if she can help us. Maybe she can reach Siwon.”

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Taeyeon could not reach Siwon but she promises to send over the next best thing. A little while later, the girls open the door to someone shorter, skinnier, and more weirdly dressed than Siwon would ever dare to be.

“Someone called for an exorcist?” Heechul says, lifting the tip of his multi-coloured cowboy hat.

The girls all nod solemnly.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place. Exorcist assistant!” he bellows over his shoulder.

Another man walks in, carry a large duffel bag and looking someone less than amused.

“Who is that?” Seulgi whispers to Wendy. “He’s cute.”

“I think that’s his hairdresser, Gunhee,” she whispers back.

“He has his own personal hairdresser?”

“It’s Heechul.”

“Now in order to perform a proper exorcism, I need space to work,” Heechul says, motioning towards their kitchen table. The girls scurry to clean off the dishes while Gunhee sets the duffel bag on the cleared space. Heechul starts pulling a variety of random objects out of the bag, including a tub of bean paste, a Frozen Anna pillow, an Asuka doll, a can of corn (imported), a cat’s chew toy, Siwon’s Mr. Simple album, a stuffed lobster plushie, several large posters of himself, and a whole pile of shoelifts. The girls watch in amazement as he sets the items on the table. Gunhee just rolls his eyes.

“Watch the master,” he says, brandishing one of the shoelifts with a flourish.

First, he hangs up a poster of himself in each room in their dorm except the bathroom (“The humidity will ruin it”). Then, he sets the lobster plushie on the sofa (“I’d wash the slipcover after this,” Gunhee whispers to them. “You don’t want to know where that’s been”), the Anna pillow on Yeri’s bed, the Asuka doll next to Wendy’s teddy bear, and the Mr. Simple album on the coffee table. He starts humming as he opens the tub of bean paste and leaves it out next to all of their shoes (“But then our shoes will smell!” Irene protests. Heechul gives her a look and replies, “Don’t question my methods”). Finally, he tosses the cat’s chew toy onto the floor, sets the can of corn on the window sill, and starts sticking the shoelifts in any corner he can find.

“There,” he says, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “You’re safe.”

“Th-th-thank you, Heechul,” the girls say, somewhat bewildered at the weird scene that had just taken place.

Heechul makes Gunhee gather up the duffel bag and they bid the girls goodnight.

“Will that work?” Joy asks, the towel still around her shoulders.

“I hope so,” Irene replies. “Come on, let’s all get to bed.”

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And sure enough, Heechul’s weird methods do work. Nobody hears any more screaming and nobody wakes up drenched from a ghost. The girls finally start to relax and almost get used to tucking their shoes in plastic bags to avoid the smell of the bean paste. They nearly forget about their haunted dorm until one night late in January, the girls wake up to the sound of arguing. To the sound of male voices arguing. They all cluster in the hallway and tiptoe towards the source of the noise.

At first, they don’t see anyone, but as they tiptoe closer, they find a group of guys sitting in the kitchen, arguing loudly.

“No no, listen to me, first, we buy up all of the entertainment companies—with Siwon’s credit card of course. That way we can we over public opinion,” one voice says.

“Who gives a damn about public opinion? If we really want to take over Korea, we need an army, not just the public,” another interjects.

“The public can be an army!” a third protests. “If we combine our fans with TVXQ’s fans, we have an army right there.”

“Really we need the members in the army to start gathering recruits. So we have Eunhyuk in active duty, Siwon and Donghae in the police force, and Sungmin and Shindong in the military band.”

“Don’t forget about Yunho and Changmin. They’re in on this too.”

“So if we enlist the army, our fans, Kyuhyun’s gamer friends—”

“What about my gamer friends?”

“Fine, those too. If we effectively gather all of these groups plus the citizens, we can effectively begin our campaign to take over South Korea.”

Without thinking, Joy exclaims, “What?!”

The voices stop at once as everyone turns to face Joy.

“I… you’re… taking… Korea…” she stutters.

The boys all rise from the kitchen floor where they were sitting and turn to face the girls. They now realize it’s all of the non-enlisted Super Junior members. Leeteuk’s holding a giant map of Korea with military-style flags pinned at key cities, Kyuhyun is holding an elaborate set of charts, while Heechul carries what looks to be his cat.

“What are you doing here?” Yesung asks.

“We… we live here!” Wendy says, her voice squeaking.

“You live here? Since when?” Kyuhyun demands.

“Since… since you moved out!” Irene replies.

“Oh,” the boys say.

“Damn it! We did it again!” Leeteuk says. “Wrong dorm!”

The boys all quickly gather up the charts and maps (and cats) and hurry out the door, bowing their apologies as they leave. “Our apologies,” Leeteuk says. He bows deeply before shutting the door behind them.

The girls stand in awe for a long while.

“Did they—”

“Are they really—”

“What just happened?”

“I’m going back to bed.”

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The next day, the girls wake up to find their dorm exactly as it had been before Heechul “exorcised” it. Gone are the shoelifts in odd places. Gone is the tub of bean paste by their shoes. Gone are the posters of Heechul, his random dolls and pillows, and the lobster. Gone is the Mr. Simple album. And gone is the can of imported corn.

Their manager hurries them off to a music show. They hurriedly change into their stage outfits and find the styling room to sit in the chairs to let their coordis to their hair.

Then, like a hurricane of chaos, the Super Junior members enter the shared styling room yelling and pushing each other. The noise is almost deafening and the girls are all momentarily frightened, but the coordis continue as if nothing ever happened.

Heechul comes over to chat with the girls. “It’s the booyah kids!” he exclaims.

“Hi, Heechul,” they say in unison.

“Uhm, Heechul,” Irene ventures. “What… what exactly were you doing at our dorm last night?”

Leeteuk wanders over and wiggles his eyebrows. “Ohh, what was Heechul doing at your dorm last night?”

“You were there, Leeteuk. You should know!” Wendy says.

Both boys look confused. “We weren’t at your dorm last night.”

“You… yes, you were!” Yeri insists. “You were all sitting around the kitchen with all these maps and charts explaining how you were going to take over South Korea!”

The boys all look at each other and start high-fiving. “Yeah! Let’s take over South Korea!”

“And I’ll be the leader!” Kyuhyun announces proudly.

“Shut up, maknae, if anyone’s being the leader, it’s definitely going to be me!” Heechul exclaims.

The boys all start discussing how much fun it would be to actually take over Korea, but the poor Red Velvet members still need something resolved.

“Wait!” Irene shouts over all the noise. The boys quiet down. “So you weren’t at our dorm last night?”

“No!” they all exclaim.

“And you haven’t been moving our furniture or stealing our things or screaming in the middle of the night or throwing water on us?”

“Of course not,” Ryeowook replies. “Why would we do that?”

The Red Velvet members all exchange worried glances. “Then… then our dorm really is haunted.”

“But what about the exorcism Heechul did?” Seulgi asks.

“Woah, I’m not Siwon, I don’t do exorcisms,” Heechul replies. “Though really, neither does he so…”

Wendy, Irene, Seulgi, Yeri, and Joy look from the boys to each other.

“The dorm must really be haunted.”

Kyuhyun sidles up next to them. “So tell me about this plan the ghost version of us had to take over South Korea…”

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