Red Velvet Irene x M!Reader | AN's This is a fluff not smut from my drafts
The bedroom was dark and peaceful, the only sound being the soft hum of the air purifier in the corner and Irene’s steady breathing beside me. At least, it was peaceful until a small but insistent poke landed on my shoulder.
“Baby…” she whispered, voice sweet but already carrying that familiar edge. “Are you awake?”
I groaned softly, cracking one eye open. The clock on the nightstand glowed 2:17 AM. I had only been asleep for a couple of hours after a long day. Irene was lying on her side facing me, one hand resting on her very round eight-month belly. Even in the dim light from the city glow outside the windows, she looked beautiful — messy hair, oversized sleep shirt stretched over her bump, and those big eyes that always got me in trouble.
“Yeah… what’s wrong? Is the baby kicking again?” I mumbled, reaching out to rub her belly gently.
She shook her head, scooting closer until her bump pressed against my side. “No… well, yes, but that’s not it. I’m hungry.”
I smiled sleepily and pulled her closer, kissing her forehead. “There’s fruit on the counter and some yogurt in the fridge. I can get it for you.”
Irene pouted. That full, dramatic pout she had perfected over the years. “Not that kind of hungry. I want something specific.”
I already knew where this was going. Her cravings had been getting more creative — and chaotic — as the pregnancy progressed. Last week it was kimchi jjigae at 3 AM. The week before that, it was peanut butter on rice cakes with pickles. I braced myself.
“What do you want, love?”
She bit her lip, looking almost guilty for a second before the demand came out. “Samgyeopsal. And those spicy tteokbokki chips. And… ice cream. The mint chocolate one. But not just any the one from that convenience store two blocks away because the supermarket kind tastes weird now.”
I stared at her in the dark. “Irene… it’s two in the morning.”
She sat up slowly, one hand supporting her lower back the way the doctor taught her. Her expression shifted from cute to dramatically tragic in record time. “I know what time it is! But the baby wants it. I can feel it. He’s kicking like he’s protesting right now because his dad won’t get his mom the food she needs.”
The baby wasn’t even kicking that hard. I could tell from the way her belly moved. But Irene had entered full bratty pregnant wife mode.
“Baby, we have snacks in the pantry,” I tried reasoning. “Can’t it wait until morning? I’ll make you a big breakfast with all your favorites. Promise.”
Her eyes widened like I had suggested something horrible. She gasped dramatically, hand flying to her chest. “Tomorrow morning? You want me to suffer until morning? With your child kicking my ribs because he’s craving samgyeopsal? I’m carrying him for nine months and you can’t even go get me snacks?”
She was really laying it on thick now, scooting away from me on the bed and crossing her arms over her bump. The bratty side was in full swing.
“Irene…” I said, trying not to laugh because I knew it would make it worse.
“No, it’s fine,” she continued, voice dripping with theatrical sadness. “I’ll just sit here hungry and uncomfortable while you sleep peacefully. Don’t mind me. I’m only growing a whole human inside me.”
I sat up, rubbing my face. She was impossible when she got like this, but I loved her for it. The way her lower lip jutted out, the little huffs she made, how she rubbed her belly like she was comforting our son from his mean father. It was equal parts adorable and exhausting.
“Fine,” I sighed, swinging my legs out of bed. “I’ll go. But you’re staying here.”
Her face lit up instantly, the drama disappearing like it had never existed. “Really? You’re the best husband ever.” She leaned over and kissed my cheek, then my lips, then my cheek again. “But… can you bring me back here so I can eat while you watch? I like eating in front of you. It makes the food taste better.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You want me to watch you eat at 2 AM?”
“Yes,” she said, nodding seriously. “It’s part of the craving. I need moral support. And maybe you can rub my feet while I eat.”
I couldn’t help but laugh as I pulled on a hoodie and sweats. “You’re really something, Bae Joohyun.”
She grinned, looking far too pleased with herself. “That’s why you married me.”
I made the quick run to the 24-hour convenience store, grabbing everything on her list plus some extra fruits and her favorite yogurt just in case. When I got back, Irene had propped herself up against a mountain of pillows, looking like a queen waiting for her feast. The bedside lamp was on, casting a warm glow over the room.
I set everything out on a tray and climbed back into bed beside her. She immediately grabbed the samgyeopsal package, tearing it open with surprising speed for someone who claimed to be exhausted earlier.
For the next twenty minutes, I sat there rubbing her swollen feet while she happily ate. She made little satisfied sounds with every bite, occasionally holding a piece up to my mouth so I could share. The spicy chips came next, followed by big spoonfuls of mint chocolate ice cream.
“You know this combination is weird, right?” I teased, watching her dip a chip into the ice cream.
Irene shrugged, licking her spoon. “The baby likes it. And I like it. Therefore it’s perfect.” She suddenly gasped. “Oh! The baby is kicking a lot now. Feel.”
She grabbed my hand and placed it on her belly. Sure enough, there were strong little thumps. I smiled, leaning down to kiss her bump.
“Hey, little guy. Let your mom eat in peace, okay?”
Irene watched me with soft eyes, the bratty energy from earlier completely gone. She fed me another spoonful of ice cream, then leaned her head on my shoulder.
“Thank you for getting up,” she said quietly. “I know I’m dramatic sometimes. But these cravings hit so hard and I feel like I’m going crazy if I don’t eat exactly what I want.”
I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her as close as her belly would allow. “I don’t mind. Really. I love taking care of you. Both of you.”
She hummed happily, finishing the last of the ice cream before setting the empty container aside. “You’re going to be such a good dad. I already know it.”
We stayed like that for a while, her eating the last few chips while I rubbed her back. The dramatic demands had turned into soft cuddles and quiet conversation about baby names, nursery colors, and how her members kept sending her baby clothes.
Eventually, her energy started fading. She yawned widely, rubbing her eyes. “I think I can sleep now. The baby is satisfied.”
I cleaned up the wrappers and helped her lie down comfortably, adjusting the pregnancy pillow behind her back. She reached for my hand once I was back in bed, interlacing our fingers.
“Stay close,” she murmured, already half asleep. “I might have another craving in an hour.”
I chuckled softly and kissed her temple. “I’ll be right here. Always.”
As her breathing evened out and she drifted off with a content little smile, I lay there watching her. Eight months pregnant, dramatic, bratty when the cravings hit, but still the most beautiful and loving woman I had ever known. These midnight adventures were tiring, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything.
Our son was going to be one lucky kid with a mom like her.
The suite on the top floor of the Beverly Hills hotel was all soft gold light and floor-to-ceiling glass. Los Angeles glittered far below like someone had spilled diamonds across black velvet. Irene stood in the center of the living room in the three-piece black lace set she had chosen carefully: a sheer demi-bra that barely contained her full breasts, the matching thong already damp between her thighs, and a thin lace garter belt that framed the pale skin of her hips and the tops of her stockings. The air conditioning kept the room cool, but her skin already felt hot.
Five men filled the space around her. Tall, broad, American, every one of them Black, every one of them already half-hard in their open trousers. They had paid for the night and for her silence. She had agreed without hesitation. The moment the last door locked, the atmosphere shifted from polite to hungry.
The tallest one—Marcus—stepped closer first. He was the one who had spoken for the group earlier downstairs. “Look at that pretty little mouth already wet,” he said, voice low and rough. “You came here knowing exactly what you were getting, didn’t you?”
Irene’s answer was soft but clear. “Yes.”
“Say it properly.”
“I came here to be used by all of you.”
A second man, shorter but thicker through the chest, laughed under his breath. “Good girl. Get on your knees in the middle. Circle up, boys.”
They formed a loose ring around her. Irene sank to the carpet, the lace of her garter digging lightly into her thighs. Six thick cocks appeared in front of her face within seconds—dark, heavy, already glistening at the tips. The scent of clean skin and arousal filled her nose. She reached out with both hands, taking one shaft in each, stroking slowly from base to head while she leaned forward and opened her mouth for the one in the center.
Marcus pushed past her lips without waiting. The blunt head stretched her jaw. She moaned around the thickness and felt the vibration travel up his length. The other men stepped closer, fists working their own cocks, watching her take him deeper. Spit gathered at the corners of her mouth and spilled down her chin onto the lace of her bra.
“Fuck, look at her,” one of them muttered. “Korean princess on her knees for Black cock. Take it deeper, slut. Show us how much you want it.”
Irene pushed forward until her nose pressed against his abdomen. Her throat fluttered and tightened. Marcus held her there for three long seconds before letting her pull back, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the wet shaft. Immediately another cock replaced it. She sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, while her hands never stopped moving on the two she held. A fourth man stepped in and rubbed the head of his cock across her cheek, leaving a smear of pre-cum that cooled in the air.
They kept her like that for long minutes—rotating, feeding her one after another, faces fucking her in short, deep thrusts that made her eyes water. Every time she gagged they praised her. Every time spit ran down her chest they told her how filthy she looked. Her own arousal soaked through the thin lace of the thong until it stuck to her pussy lips.
Marcus finally pulled her off his cock with a wet pop. “On the bed. Ass up. I want that tight little cunt first.”
Two of the men lifted her easily and carried her to the massive bed. They stripped the thong down her thighs but left the rest of the lingerie on. Irene ended up on all fours in the middle of the mattress, lace bra still framing her swinging breasts, garter belt still clipped to the stockings. Marcus climbed up behind her, gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, and shoved inside in one long thrust.
The stretch burned in the best way. She cried out and dropped to her elbows. He did not give her time to adjust. He fucked her in deep, punishing strokes that made the bed frame knock against the wall. The other four men stood around the bed, stroking themselves, watching her body jolt with every impact.
“Take it,” Marcus growled. “Take every inch of this dick like the greedy slut you are.”
Irene pushed back to meet him. “Harder please fuck me harder”
He obliged. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the suite. One of the other men climbed onto the bed in front of her, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and forced his cock back into her mouth. She choked and drooled around him while Marcus kept pounding her from behind. Another man reached under her and pinched both nipples through the thin lace, twisting until she whimpered. A fourth slid his hand between her legs and rubbed her clit in rough circles timed to the thrusts.
The dual stimulation—cock in her throat, cock stretching her pussy, fingers on her clit—pushed her over the edge fast. Her orgasm hit like a wave. She screamed around the shaft in her mouth and soaked Marcus’s cock and the sheets beneath her. Clear fluid gushed out of her with every thrust, soaking the lace of the garter belt and the tops of her stockings.
“She’s squirting,” someone said, voice thick with lust. “Look at that messy little pussy.”
Marcus pulled out while she was still shaking and flipped her onto her back. Two men immediately grabbed her legs and spread them wide. He slammed back in, folding her nearly in half, and kept fucking her through the aftershocks. The new angle made her eyes roll. Another man straddled her chest, pushed her breasts together around his cock, and fucked the soft valley while she turned her head and sucked whoever was closest.
They used her like that for a long stretch—rotating positions without ever letting her rest. One man lay on his back and pulled her on top so she could ride him while another knelt behind her and pushed into her mouth. The third and fourth stroked themselves over her face and tits, occasionally feeding her the heads of their cocks so she could taste the pre-cum. Sweat began to shine on her skin and theirs. The room smelled of sex and expensive perfume and clean male musk.
When the man under her started to swell, he held her hips down and came deep inside her with a low groan. Hot pulses filled her. The second she was lifted off him, another took his place, sliding into the creampie with a filthy wet sound. He fucked her even harder, chasing his own orgasm, while two others held her wrists above her head so she could not move.
“You’re nothing but a hole tonight,” one of them told her, voice almost gentle. “Our pretty little Asian fucktoy. Say it.”
Irene’s voice cracked. “I’m your hole. Use me. Fill me up.”
He came with a sharp thrust and another thick load joined the first. Cum leaked out around his cock and ran down the cleft of her ass. Before she could catch her breath they flipped her again, this time onto her side. One man hooked her top leg over his shoulder and entered her from behind while another knelt at her head and face-fucked her in short, shallow strokes that made spit bubble at the corners of her mouth. A third man sucked one of her nipples hard through the wet lace while pinching the other. The dual pull of mouth and fingers made her moan continuously around the cock stretching her throat.
They kept the pace relentless. Every time one finished inside her, another took his place within seconds. Cum dripped from her used pussy onto the sheets in long white strings. Her thighs were shiny with it. Her black lace bra was soaked through with spit and sweat and the occasional streak of cum that landed across her chest.
Marcus pulled her upright so she was kneeling on the bed again. The five of them formed a tight circle once more. Cocks of every thickness and length surrounded her face. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, hands moving automatically, stroking whoever was not currently in her throat. They took turns face-fucking her harder than before, holding the back of her head and using her mouth like a toy until her mascara ran and her lipstick was completely gone.
“Look at this perfect little cock sleeve,” one of them said. “She’s still hungry. Are you still hungry, baby?”
Irene nodded as best she could with a thick shaft buried halfway down her throat. Tears of effort and pleasure streaked her cheeks. When they finally pulled out she gasped for air, voice wrecked.
“I want more. Please. Cover me. Use my face.”
They stepped closer. Five fists worked in rough, urgent strokes. Irene stayed on her knees, mouth open, eyes half-lidded, watching every twitching cock. The first rope of cum landed across her left cheek and the bridge of her nose. The second hit her tongue and lips. The third and fourth painted her forehead and chin in thick white lines. The last man aimed lower and painted the tops of her breasts, the lace turning translucent where the cum soaked in.
She stayed still while they finished, tongue out, collecting what she could. When the last pulse stopped she swallowed what was in her mouth and used two fingers to scoop the rest from her chin into her lips. The men watched her with heavy, satisfied eyes.
Marcus reached down and wiped a streak of cum from her cheek with his thumb, then pushed the thumb into her mouth. She sucked it clean without being told.
“Good girl,” he said quietly. “Still so pretty covered in us.”
They did not leave her alone after that. Two of them cleaned her face with warm cloths from the bathroom while the others ordered more water and towels. Irene’s legs trembled when she tried to stand. Cum still leaked slowly down her inner thighs every time she moved. The black lace set was ruined—soaked, stretched, stained—but she made no move to take it off.
Marcus sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his lap, back against his chest. His soft cock rested against the wet mess between her legs. One of the others knelt in front of her, spread her thighs, and licked the mixed cum and her own juices from her swollen pussy in long, deliberate strokes. Irene shivered and threaded her fingers into his short hair, holding him there while he ate her out slowly, thoroughly. Another man leaned in from the side and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, tongue working the sensitive peak through the wet lace. A third took her hand and wrapped it around his half-hard cock so she could stroke him back to full hardness.
She came again under their mouths and hands—quieter this time, a long trembling release that left her boneless against Marcus’s chest. Clear fluid pulsed out of her onto the tongue still working between her legs. He drank it down and kept licking until she whimpered from oversensitivity.
They took her twice more before the night finally slowed. Once on the wide marble bathroom counter under the bright lights, her legs wrapped around one man’s waist while two others stood on either side and fed her their cocks. Once on the thick carpet in front of the windows, the city lights still glittering below while they used her in a messy pile of limbs and sweat and low dirty praise. By the time the last man finished inside her for the final time, her voice was gone and her body felt liquid.
They left her lying in the middle of the wrecked bed, black lace still clinging to her sweat-slick skin, cum drying in streaks across her stomach and thighs and the soft curve of her breasts. Marcus was the last to dress. He leaned down, brushed a strand of hair from her face, and spoke against her ear.
“Same suite next month if you want it.”
Irene’s lips curved into the smallest smile. Her voice came out rough and quiet.
“I’ll be here.”
The door closed behind them. She stayed exactly where she was, staring at the ceiling, body still pulsing with the memory of every cock that had stretched her, every load that had filled her, every filthy word that had settled under her skin. Outside the glass the Beverly Hills night kept shining, indifferent and bright.
The switching was fantastic and very well done idk wym that it felt difficult for you when you wrote it so impressively. To see Bae succumbing to the pleasure was great for a change considering how you always make her dominant when deep inside she also wants to feel what its like being “pseudo” dominated in some way and she got a taste of it. So well done on that part and thank you for incorporating the idea. Perhaps doing it in public is a good way to go for the heaven series even just a small bit with any of the cake girls.
One question any rough estimate when you can make the fic of Irene and Joy in those fancon cheerleader outfits?
I am glad that you liked Irene switching and wanting to be dominated. It was difficult in the sense that writing Irene as a domme comes really easily to me and I am almost always satisfied at how I portray her, but I had to actively think more than usual in order to write Irene as a switch. But thank you for appreciating my writing, it really helps! And I do have some plans for incorporating public sex in a few of my next fics about the cake girls (I kinda have been obsessing over this kink for a while), so hopefully you will see something about it soon.
As for the rough estimate about the Irene and Joy fic, there are a few small hurdles I need to cross. First, it is almost overstimulating for me to write Irene and Joy together as they are easily two of the women I am the most attracted to. Second, I am a really big fan of the underrated JoyRene ship, and I don't want to write something where I don't get the dynamic right. Third, in a lot of the cases, I get inspired by looking at photos, and somehow, I do not have many photos of Irene and Joy in the cheerleader outfits from the 2024 fancon. So, if you or anyone else have a few favorite photos of Irene and Joy in those outfits (does not need to be together, solo/group shots, fansite photos, all are welcome), please send them to me, and they will help accelerate the process.
Just a suggestion for a plot iydm its probably an underrated fact how nice Baechu’s thighs are so how about getting a thighjob from her either in front or in reverse whether lying, standing, or sitting leading to accidental/intentional insertion (oof) if you could add it for biggest fan since you did mention that there would be a twist and I hope that twist is where she switches (fingers crossed) that would be good actually, ofc its all up to you since you already do have the fic planned this is just a small idea to think of for future RV fics too. Have a nice day.
That's a really nice suggestion, thank you! I initially did not plan for something like what you are suggesting for Irene's comeback fic, but you are right. Irene is just so fucking beautiful that we rarely focus on her body, and her thighs are definitely underrated.
Please look forward to the second part of the comeback fic, it will be published sometime this week (if everything goes well). And if it fits for later RV fics, I might include the concept again.
Here's my most favorite photo of Irene's thighs. Literally took a picture of my TV the first time i saw it because I couldn't even think of taking a screenshot on my phone.
I have a quick question, does anybody know this post? It’s about Red Velvet’s Irene who is secretly married to her childhood sweetheart (m!reader) and they have two kids and eventually the secret of her marriage was revealed to the public.
If anyone knows whose post this is, please let me know!! I’ve been trying to find it for the past couple days!!
That was hot! Love how there’s different dynamics with each of them. My favourite is reader interaction with seulgi and how irene allows reader to go dom on seulgi that was really hot. I hope seulgi birthday party will be wild! Maybe a gangbang with more than 1 guy . Would be nice if she’s alr tied up and let author use her ass for her birthday since that has been teased as well!
Tres Leches have very distinctive personalities, and it would be a disservice to them all if they didnt have their unique dynamic with the character. And thank you for appreciating the interaction between the reader and Seulgi, I enjoyed writing that quite a bit.
As for Seulgi's birthday party, thank you for the ideas. I personally don't enjoy writing more than 1 guy, but there are other ways (toys) to make Seulgi fulfilled. It might be more intimate and kinky and less wild though.
Great chapter hoping in the future reader can make both Irene and Seulgi be subs.
the character I've written about in Heaven cannot make Irene a sub in my mind (he just doesn't have the capacity and Irene is too indomitable). Although I do have a plan for a different series where Irene slowly explores being a switch and let's the OC dom her, while still being in control herself.
As for Seulgi, I do have a few ideas in my mind writing her as a sub.
"I keep making you listen to me
You keep on doing all of that to me (You look so crazy)"
"Bring out your freak"
- Beg for Me, Red Velvet
The crisp winter air of Fukuoka nipped at my skin as I made my way through the bustling streets toward the venue for the SMtown Fukuoka concert, Day 2 on February 1, 2026. I received a message from not Irene, but Seulgi a few weeks earlier, a discreet invitation sent to my phone number that I had given to Irene after our tryst at Koh Larn, after she promised I’d get VIP pass and access to her after every concert that she wanted me to attend.
"Hey, remember Kuala Lumpur? Irene unnie and I want to see you again. Come to the SMtown Fukuoka concert." it read, accompanied by a winking emoji that sent my pulse racing, reminding me of the mind blowing threesome we had, sending goosebumps all over my body. It’s not like I could ever forget something like that, anyway.
The concert itself had been a spectacle, as Red Velvet (Tres Leches) took the stage like queens, their performance a whirlwind of synchronized dances and soaring vocals that left the crowd breathless, that undeniable sexual tension that left fans like me (and thousands others) screaming for more. I'd watched from the wings, hidden just out of sight from the flashing lights and adoring masses, my eyes glued to every move, and my phone trying to record what my eyes were witnessing.
Irene commanded attention with her dominant gaze during Bad Boy and Run Devil Run, and surprisingly cute yet alluring mannerisms during their cover of Chu by f(x), her body moving with precise, authoritative grace in multiple fitted outfits that accentuated her toned figure, her face glowing with the full album soloist glow. Seulgi flowed beside her as if she were another limb of the same body - synchronized with Irene completely, her movements sensual and emotive, her shy smile and confident expression hinting towards a duality I got to see the last time.
Joy, though; God, Joy had stolen the show for me. This had been the first time I saw Joy with my own eyes, and she had been my original bias until Irene took the spot in 2021. Joy, the "sexy dynamite" of the group with her tall, voluptuous figure that curved in all the right places. Even after slimming down for her solo album promotions and an upcoming drama role, she exuded that flirty confidence in her short hair, her hips swaying provocatively, her large, soft breasts straining against her top as she performed Bad Boy and Run Devil Run. During the entire concert, she continued proving that she is still the Sexy Dynamite I was enamored with when I first became a ReveLuv.
After the final bow and the encore's fade, I'd received a quick text from Irene: "Wait in our waiting room backstage. Security knows you're coming. Don't wander." Her tone, even in text, carried an air of regal authority, treating me like her personal fucktoy to summon at will. I navigated the labyrinth of corridors, flashing my pass to guards until I reached the door marked "Red Velvet." The room looked cozy, a plush couch, a vanity mirror lined with makeup and snacks. I sat in a chair near the corner, heart pounding, recalling my memories from past encounters: the taste of Irene and Seulgi’s skin, the wet sounds of our bodies, the way their moans blended like harmonies.
The door creaked open sooner than expected, and in walked Joy, alone. She was still wearing her encore outfit, tight around her soft breasts, no bra underneath, her top cropped enough to show lean stomach and low jeans framing her wide hips. She also had her stage makeup on, smoky eyes and glossy lips giving her a seductive glow. Her short hair framed her face alluringly and allowed for unobstructed viewing of her long, slender neck, and she carried the unique scent of her own body mixed with the salty musk of exertion, her pheromones making her appear impossibly sexy to me the moment she walked in.
Joy paused when she saw me, her eyes widening in recognition, then narrowing with a flirty, almost feral gleam. "Well, well, if it isn't the mystery fanboy. Seulgi unnie mentioned someone special might be here, and Irene unnie's been all secretive. You're the one they've been raving about, aren't you? The one who took great photos and made them… unwind after shows."
I nodded, my throat dry, as memories of her as my bias flooded back, endless fancams of her, starting from Red Velvet’s Peek-a-boo era, where her voluptuous curves and obvious sexiness had driven me wild and continued to drive me wild, even now. I blurted, "Yeah, that's me. You're… you were my first bias in Red Velvet. Park Sooyoung, when you smile, I am also happy!”
Joy laughed out loud, the bubbly sound of her laugh filled the room and my heart. With her eye smile that made me melt for all these years, she said, “Oh you're a real fan of me if you remember that line.” A sudden realization dawned on her immediately afterwards, as her eyes became intense, as if she was taking on a challenge. "Was? What do you mean? Am I not your bias anymore?” Embarrassed, I rushed to say, “I still like you a lot, and I love how good you looked in a corset and skirt during Run Devil Run today. Your body is the stuff of my dreams, to say the least.” I realized the gravity of what I said after I blurted it out, feeling a sense of dread creeping in as worries about what Joy might feel about my straightforward confession flooded my head.
Joy, forever the flirty and confident one, smirked at me, and said, “Really, you still think so? Though I've slimmed down a ton for my solo album and that drama coming up this year, gotta fit those outfits, you know? But some places didn't lose much volume at all." She ran her hands down her sides, pausing to cup her large breasts through her top, giving them a playful squeeze that made them jiggle slightly. "Wanna see if I hold up to your fantasies? I mean, if you're the guy who's been pleasing my unnies, worshipping and treating them like goddesses, it's only fair I give you a preview."
I was entranced, my eyes locked on her chest, the way the fabric stretched over Joy’s curves, nipples faintly visible as they hardened under her touch. The room felt hotter, her musk stronger as she stepped between my legs, her thighs brushing mine. "God, yes," I managed, my voice husky, as my gaze locked on her chest.
Joy was different from the others, flirtier, more impatient and confident. She laughed and without warning, she grabbed my hand, placing it firmly on her right breast over her top. "Feel them, then. They're bigger than unnies', aren't they? Soft and perfect for playing with, go on, squeeze." Joy’s nipple hardened instantly under my palm as I kneaded instinctively, the flesh so plush and malleable it overflowed my fingers, like warm dough yielding to pressure. She moaned softly, biting her lower lip with those perfect white teeth while looking at my face, still standing in between my legs.
Realizing she had hooked me completely, Joy grinned, her laugh tinkling again as she moved my hand away from her right breast and peeled off her top in one smooth motion, letting her large, squishy breasts spill free. They were even more magnificent compared to anything my imagination could conjure up, full and round and perky, with pale skin that flushed pink at the tips, pink nipples erect and inviting. The weight of them made them jiggle and sway gently. I could see every detail of Joy’s breasts: the faint blue veins tracing under the pale skin, the way they swayed with her breaths, the nipples puckering further in the cool air. She leaned in, pressing them against my chest as she pulled my face towards hers.
"You've been their secret fucktoy, but now you're mine first," she whispered in my ears, confidence dripping from every syllable, her eyes challenging me as she sat on my lap and ground her hips down, teasing my growing erection over my pants.
"Play with my tits now," Joy commanded, grabbing my hands again and pressing them to her bare chest with force this time. I obeyed eagerly, my fingers sinking deep into the plush flesh, kneading the squishy mounds like they were made for my touch. The sensation was overwhelming, warm, soft, with a resilient bounce that made them spring back slightly with each squeeze. I thumbed her nipples, circling them roughly until they hardened into tight peaks, pinching and twisting just enough to elicit a sharp gasp from her.
Joy ground against me harder, her wetness damping her jeans and rubbing against my crotch. "Suck, now. Don't be gentle," she ordered, leaning forward to shove one breast fully into my mouth, the weight pressing against my face, almost suffocating me in the best way anyone could think of.
I latched on hungrily, my mouth enveloping Joy’s taut nipple, sucking hard with wet, slurping pulls that made obscene sounds echo in the room. The taste was slightly salty from her post-concert sweat, with an underlying sweetness from her skin. Her breast filled my mouth, the squishy flesh molding around my lips and cheeks, nearly smothering me as she pressed down harder, her hand fisting my hair to hold me in place. I could barely breathe, surrounded by the warm, plush pillow of her tit.
I bit down on the nipple, teeth grazing then clamping with increasing pressure, tugging it away from her body before releasing with a pop. I grabbed Joy’s hair at the back of her head, pulling it down to arch her back and push her chest more towards my face. Moaning loudly, Joy said in a needy voice "Harder! Bite like you mean it, make it hurt so good."
A switch flicked on my brain as I switched to the other breast, kneading the first with my hand, fingers digging deep into the squishy mass, watching it overflow and jiggle with each motion. Her skin flushed pink under my touch, faint red marks from my bites appearing, and she rocked her hips faster, her pussy's heat searing through the fabric of her jeans, hardening me under my pants to a painful degree.
Joy wasted no time, she dropped down from my lap and knelt between my legs, her hands undoing my pants with eager fingers, freeing my cock which throbbed and pulsed and was covered in precum. She licked her thick, full lips, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Mmm, look at this. Bigger than I imagined. I see why my unnies like you." She leaned in, her breath hot against the tip, before enveloping me in her warm, wet mouth. The sensation was immediate bliss, Joy’s tongue swirling around the head, tasting the precum with a hum of approval.
She bobbed slowly at first, taking me deeper with each stroke, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, the filthy slurping sounds echoing in the quiet room. Her breasts pressed against my thighs, squishy and warm, jiggling with her movements, and I reached down to knead them, fingers sinking into the plush flesh, pinching her nipples hard until she moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending shocks up my entire body.
"Oh fuck, Joy, that feels incredible," I moaned, looking at her glossy, full lips stretched around me, saliva dripping down my shaft in shiny trails, her eyes locked on mine with that pleased, flirty sparkle.
Joy popped off briefly, laughing breathily as she spat on my dick and stroked me with a slick hand. "You like that? I love giving head, makes me so wet feeling you throb in my mouth. Cum for me, paint my face and tits. I want to feel how hot and sticky your cum is." Joy dove back in, sucking faster with her heavenly lips, her tongue flicking the underside, one hand cupping my balls, squeezing gently, occasionally moving her mouth from sucking my dick to holding one of my balls in her mouth and pulling on it while her hands kept stroking my shaft.
Joy then gathered her generous mounds, the sources of my obsession for years, in her hands and wrapped my dick in them completely. The softness of her tits was mesmerizing, and it engulfed my cock almost completely, making me moan louder as she started squeezing her breasts to make me reach nirvana. This pushed me over the edge as I managed to grunt, “I am cumming.” as a warning.
I came hard, spurting ropes of cum on her chin first. She let go of my dick from her chest and lowered herself so that the warm liquid splattered her cheeks, thick lips, and those squishy tits, dripping down her heavy cleavage in filthy rivulets. Joy moaned loudly, rubbing it into her skin with her fingers, tasting a drop with her tongue. "Mmm, salty and sweet and thick, just how I like it. God, that turns me on."
Without missing a beat, she stood, shucking her jeans and panties, revealing her shaved pussy, glistening folds pink and swollen, the musky aroma of her arousal filling the air completely. Joy straddled me on the chair again, her knees on either side, guiding my still-hard cock to her entrance. "Now, let's have some real fun. I want to fuck myself on this dick, and I want it to be loud and dirty." Joy sank down, her tight, wet, scorching pussy enveloping me inch by inch, walls clenching as she bottomed out with a loud, throaty moan that echoed off the walls.
Joy rode me with abandon, taking charge but letting go in pure fun; her hips slamming down with forceful, rhythmic smacks that echoed through the waiting room. The wet sounds were obscene, her pussy lips slurping around my cock with each descent, juices frothing at the base where our bodies met, coating my balls in warm, sticky drips that trickled down my thighs and soaked into the chair's fabric. I could feel the subtle give of her toned muscles beneath the softness, especially where her thighs clenched around my hips, holding me in place as if I were her personal ride.
Joy’s loud moans filled the room like a private concert, raw and unfiltered. She laughed between gasps, that bubbly, flirty chatter nonstop, her voice breathy and teasing as she varied her pace from slowing to a torturous grind, circling her hips to rub her clit against my pubic bone to speeding up to frantic bounces that made her ass cheeks jiggle and slap against my lap.
"Bet you dreamed of this, huh? My tits bouncing while I fuck you senseless, go on, touch me everywhere. Am I better than all your fantasies?" Joy’s breasts jiggled wildly with each movement, heavy and squishy, slapping against her chest with soft thuds that drew my eyes inescapably. They were mesmerizing, full orbs that overflowed my hands when I grabbed them, kneading the plush flesh with desperate squeezes, my thumbs flicking over her cum-smeared hardened nipples. The sticky residue from my earlier release made my touch glide slickly, adding a filthy layer to the sensation, her skin tacky and warm under my palms. Joy arched her back, pushing them further into my grasp, laughing again as she moaned: "Oh yeah, squeeze my tits harder, make them bounce for you! It feels so good when you pinch like that."
I let my hands roam all over Joy, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, dipping lower to grip her ass cheeks and spread them slightly, feeling the flex of her muscles as she rode me. Her skin was feverish there too, soft yet firm from years of dance practice, and I could feel the heat radiating from her core, her pussy's walls fluttering around my cock in rhythmic pulses. I brought one of my hands to the back of her head again, gripping her hair and making her arch her chest more as I took her breast in my mouth again, biting and sucking on her nipples, tasting myself and her skin on her breasts.
Joy, not giving up the control, leaned in closer and captured my mouth in a deep tongue kiss, invading with wet, swirling licks of her tongue that tasted of gloss and chocolate and pistachio, as if she just had a Dubai chocolate. She bit my lower lip playfully, tugging with her teeth before soothing it with her tongue, biting my lips harder immediately as her moans vibrated into my mouth, "Mmm, you taste good, kiss me harder while I grind on your cock."
Joy varied her pace again, slowing to deep, rolling grinds that let me feel every inch of her inner walls massaging me, her clit pressing firmly against me, then picking up to quick, shallow bounces that made her pussy clench tighter, drawing out filthy squelches. The visual feast of Joy’s body undulating, tits heaving, her face flushed with pleasure, eyes sparkling with that pleased, teasing light were overwhelming me fast.
Unknown to us, Irene and Seulgi had just wrapped up filming a dance challenge of their Chu cover performance for the social media with Karina and Winter in a nearby hallway. As they strolled down the hallway, the faint echoes of Joy's ecstatic cries reached them, "Ahh, yes! Fuck me harder! Am I your bias in Red Velvet again?"
Seulgi felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she thought That's our boytoy, a warm flush spreading through her core as memories of Kuala Lumpur flooded back, the way he'd submitted so perfectly. Her nipples hardened under her loose top, arousal building slowly, a tingling heat pooling between her legs as the sounds grew louder.
Irene felt her eyes gleam with possessive hunger. That brat Joy, stealing my fucktoy, trying to take my place as his bias, she mused inwardly, a smirk tugging at her lips. But listen to those moans, Joy is having fun, and he's my boytoy to share with the members. Time to remind them who he belongs to. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, arousal simmering as Irene imagined directing the scene, using his body like the perfect toy he was.
She nodded to Seulgi, her voice a sensual whisper, "That's my boytoy… and Joy? Let's film this." Seulgi bit her lip, agreeing with a shy but aroused nod, her hand brushing Irene's as they approached the door. Irene pulled out her phone quietly, cracking the door just enough to record, the camera capturing the wet slaps of Joy's hips, her bouncing tits smeared with cum, and my upward thrusts into her dripping pussy. The sight through the lens only heightened their arousal as Irene's breath quickened and Seulgi's thighs pressed together as wetness gathered, both women slowly getting turned on by the live show, seeing their fucktoy be enjoyed by their maknae without permission.
Midway through, as Joy was grounding her clit against me with deliberate, slow circles, the door swung open fully. Irene and Seulgi entered, Irene holding the phone steady, her presence filling the room. She was still dressed in the encore outfit, a tshirt tucked in her black skirt, long black hair cascading to waves reaching her waist. Seulgi followed, in blue jeans with white cowboy boots and a SMtown tshirt, her wavy hair loose, blushing but with sensual eyes locked on the scene.
Irene's voice cut through, contrasting her deliberate singsongy voice, “Joyyy, why are you riding the dick of my fucktoy?” Then Irene looked at me, “But keep going, you've taken photos and videos of us till now, think of this as returning the favor." Seulgi stood beside her, aroused, without saying anything but already pushing one hand near her crotch, rubbing slowly over her jeans.
Joy laughed through her moans, not stopping for a second, her exhibitionist nature flaring strongly. "Unnies! Watch me cum on his dick! Do I look good?" She rode faster now, her pussy clenching tighter, pulsing around me, loud moans escalating: "Oh god, I'm close! Fuck me while they watch!" I thrust up harder, my hands grabbing her ass roughly to grip her body as I increased my pace.
With Irene and Seulgi watching, Irene filming every filthy detail, zooming in on the way Joy's pussy lips gripped my cock, the creamy juices frothing, Seulgi biting her lip sensually and pushing one hand under her jeans now, I felt the pressure mount. Joy ground down one last time, varying to a deep, circular grind that rubbed her clit perfectly, her moans peaking: "Yes! Cum in me now!”
I came again, flooding Joy's pussy with hot, thick spurts, the sensation overwhelming as her walls milked me relentlessly, clenching in waves that drew out every drop. She orgasmed with a scream that rattled the mirrors, juices squirting slightly in warm, musky streams, dripping down my thighs and pooling on the chair. Her body shuddered against mine, tits pressing into my chest, skin hot and sticky, as she collapsed forward and pressed a kiss on my ear, laughing breathily: "That was fun… but I think unnies want to use their fucktoy now."
The air hung heavy with our combined scents, the room alive with the aftershocks of our release, Irene and Seulgi's arousal evident in their flushed faces and heavy breaths. Irene lowered the phone slightly, and said with a smirk, “Sooyoung-ya, get down and rest a little. Seulgi-ya, you are wet already, do what you want to." Seulgi nodded and started moving towards me as her hand kept rubbing her pussy inside her jeans.
Joy came down from atop me slowly, her pussy reluctantly releasing my cock with a wet, filthy pop. Warm streams of our mixed cum dribbled out of her, trailing down her inner thighs in sticky rivulets. She laughed breathily, that signature bubbly sound cutting through the haze of our heavy breathing and hitting my heart, her flirty eyes sparkling with satisfaction as she stepped back on shaky legs. "Whew, that was a ride." She wiped sweat from her forehead, her large breasts heaving with each breath, still smeared with the remnants of my earlier cum, now mixed with fresh perspiration that made her skin glow. The musky scent of her release hung thick in the air around us, blending with her natural aroma and the salty tang of sex, engulfing my olfactory senses as if I were inside a cloud of Joy’s heavenly musk.
Joy sauntered over to a nearby sofa, plopping down, her naked body sprawling out casually as if this were just another post-performance chill session. Her thighs parted slightly, revealing her swollen, cum-dripping pussy, and she rested her head back against the cushions, one hand idly tracing circles around her nipple. "Gonna catch my breath here, unnies. Don't mind me, keep playing with your boytoy. But Seulgi unnie, make it hot." Her voice was laced with innuendo, as she shot me a wink, her laughter tinkling again like she was sharing an inside joke.
Seulgi, who had been standing there with an aroused flush on her cheeks and rubbing her pussy on her hands by her lonesome, stepped forward without hesitation. Her expression sharpened, Seulgi’s eyes belied her intention of being in control, despite her cute encore outfit. She was still clothed in her encore outfit, but the white tshirt clung to her sweat-dampened skin, outlining her perky breasts and hardened nipples. "Lie down on the floor like a good boy." she said softly, her voice laced with a subtle sensuality. It wasn't a request; it was an order wrapped in affection, like an iron hand in a velvet glove, her eyes gleaming with the promise of carnal satisfaction.
I obeyed, sliding off the chair onto the cool, carpeted floor of the waiting room, the rough texture scratching lightly against my back as I lay flat.. Seulgi didn't waste time with preamble, she was too aroused to do so, instead, she stripped efficiently, peeling off her top to reveal her small, perky breasts, firm and perfectly shaped, with dark nipples already hardened into peaks from her building excitement. Her skin was smooth and toned, a dancer's body glowing with a light sheen of sweat, and as she shimmied out of her jeans and thongs, I caught the musky whiff of her arousal, earthy and sweet, like vanilla laced with desire. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, folds glistening slightly, pink and inviting.
Irene, still holding her phone steady, circled us like a director on set. "Good girl, Seulgi-yah," she praised as she controlled Seulgi’s actions with only her low voice. "Sit on his dick, take what you want, but follow my command. Make it slow at first; let him feel every inch." Her eyes flicked to me possessively, treating me like her ultimate possession that she is just letting her members borrow for now.
Seulgi straddled me without a word, her knees planting on either side of my hips, her warm thighs brushing my skin as she positioned herself over my cock, which was already hardening again from the sight and scent of her. She lowered herself slowly, guided by Irene's instructions, her tight pussy enveloping me inch by inch in a hot, tight grip. The sensation was immediate and completely overwhelmed me as her walls were slick but tight, clenching around me roughly as she bottomed out with a soft moan, like she wanted to take her time and savor the connection. "Mmm, you feel so good inside me," she murmured, her voice soft yet laced with authority, her hands pressing against my chest for balance. The wet slide was filthy, her juices mixing with the remnants from Joy, creating a creamy froth at the base as she started to move.
Irene continued filming, her phone focusing on minute details for viewing later; the way Seulgi's ass flexed with each subtle rock, the jiggle of her small breasts, the slick sounds of our joining. "Scratch his chest lightly, Seulgi, control the pace." Seulgi obeyed, her nails raking down my chest in light, teasing trails that left faint red lines, the sting contrasting with the pleasure of her pussy grinding on me. Her touch was affectionate yet possessive, her eyes locking onto mine with a shy smile that belied the filthiness. "Like that, baby? Feel my nails? You're mine to scratch, to ride, to do with as I wish." she whispered, leaning down occasionally to kiss me filthily as her tongue plunged into my mouth with wet, swirling licks, tasting of chocolate and her natural sweetness, biting my lips until they swelled, saliva stringing between us when she pulled back.
I groaned into Seulgi’s kisses, my hands roaming up to her small breasts, kneading the firm mounds with eager squeezes. They fit perfectly in my palms, perky and responsive, her nipples hardening under my thumbs as I pinched and twisted them gently at first, then harder, eliciting breathy moans from her. "You can pinch harder," Seulgi encouraged, as she fucked herself on my dick with increasing rhythm, her hips rolling in deep, grinding circles that let me feel every flutter of her extremely tight walls. I could sense the warm, silky feel of her skin under my hands, slightly sticky with sweat; the musky vanilla scent of her body enveloping me as she leaned close; the visual of her breasts bouncing slightly, nipples red from my attention; the wet squelches of her pussy, juices dripping down my shaft in warm trails.
Being filmed made me hyper-aware, a mix of self-consciousness and heightened arousal washing over me. Irene's phone lens felt like an extra pair of eyes, capturing every thrust, every moan, making my skin prickle with exposure. It turned me on more, that filthy thrill of being watched, and I ground my dick up into Seulgi harder, meeting her downward motions with forceful bucks that made her gasp. Seulgi moaned, her eyes half lidded and mouth agape, her nails scratching a bit deeper now, leaving welts on my skin that burned deliciously.
From the sofa, Joy watched with that flirty grin as she spread her legs wide, her cum-filled pussy on full display, lips still swollen and glistening. "Juhyun unnie, film this part too; I wanna see later." She laughed, her hand sliding down to knead her large breasts, fingers sinking into the squishy flesh, pinching her nipples with moans that echoed ours. "Mmm, watching you ride him is making me wet again. Wish you could suck my tits while Seulgi unnie fucks you." Her other hand dipped between her legs, fingers circling her clit before plunging inside with a wet schlick, fingering herself slowly at first, then faster, her loud moans joining the symphony: "Ahh, yes, keep going, Seulgi unnie; make him cum inside you like he did me."
I could see both Joy and Irene from my position on the floor, Joy's delectable body splayed out, tits jiggling with her self-pleasure, her face contorted in ecstasy; Irene circling us, her black short skirt hiked up slightly, and I caught the glint of wetness gliding down her thighs, shiny trails of her arousal visible in the light, her pussy's musky, all too familiar scent growing stronger as she got closer. She was heavily aroused, her control cracking just a bit with the need to touch herself or use me for her pleasure, but she held the phone steady. "See that, boytoy? Joy's putting on a show, and Seulgi's using you so well. Grind for her, work for her, beg for her to moan louder for the camera."
Irene knelt on the floor then, positioning herself near my hand, her knee brushing my arm as she settled close. I could smell her body intensely now, her body’s scent mixed with the sharp, tangy musk of her wetness, her skirt riding up to expose her lace panties, soaked through and clinging to her folds. The scent was engulfing, feminine and potent, making my mouth water for a taste yet again. "Touch me if you want, but don't lick yet," Irene commanded, her voice dominant but laced with her own arousal.
Then, without warning, even before I could push my hands anywhere near her, Irene shifted over me, straddling my face while facing towards Seulgi riding me, the camera filming Seulgi closely. Her pussy, covered by those wet panties, hovered inches above my mouth before she lowered herself, letting the soaked fabric touch and grind against my face. The lace panty was rough yet slick, her folds pressing through, the heat scorching as she rocked her hips slowly. I could taste the faint tang of her arousal seeping through the material, salty-sweet, addictive, unforgettable; but she didn't let me lick, pulling up slightly when my tongue darted out instinctively. "Not yet, fucktoy, you’re getting impatient. Just feel mommy's wet pussy on your face. Smell how turned on I am watching you get used."
The denial heightened everything, the grind of Irene’s covered pussy smothering me in warmth and scent, the obstructed view of Seulgi riding me harder now, her small breasts in my hands as I pinched her nipples relentlessly, twisting until she whimpered sensually, almost crying: "Yes, pinch like that, hurts so good." Joy's moans from the sofa grew louder, her fingers plunging deeper with wet squelches: "Oh god, unnies, this is so filthy. I'm gonna cum again just watching. Look at Irene unnie grinding his face; his eyes are shining so bad for a taste!"
Irene's voice cut through as she grinded my face, demanding, "Bring out your freak, boytoy. Grab her ass and fuck her hard. Show us that dominant side you showed with Joy. We didn't let you before, but now… we will." Her words ignited something primal in me. I grabbed Seulgi's ass with both hands, fingers digging into the toned, round, perfect cheeks, firm yet plush, warm and flexing hard under my grip. I spread them slightly, feeling the pucker of her asshole brush my fingers, and started thrusting up hard, taking more control, fucking into her with powerful slams that made her pussy clench tighter. "Fuck yes, just like that!" Seulgi gasped, her controlled demeanor yielding a bit to surprise and pleasure, her soft moans turning filthier: "Oh baby, you keep doing all this to me and pound this pussy!"
The shift felt electric, I took more control, which Irene and Seulgi hadn't allowed before, my hips bucking wildly, the wet slaps intensifying as I drove deep, hitting her spots that made her walls flutter. Joy cheered from the sofa, laughing through her moans: "Yes! Fuck her hard, make Seulgi unnie scream!" Irene ground harder on my face, her panties soaking my lips and chin, her scent overwhelming as she filmed Seulgi close to climaxing, "That's it, cum inside Seulgi; fill her up while mommy watches."
The build-up was unbearable, the feeling of Seulgi's tight pussy milking me, her scratches on my chest stinging, my hands on her perfect ass; Joy's loud self-pleasure sounds, her tits kneaded in her hand and she fucks herself with her other hand; Irene's grinding on my face, her wetness seeping through without letting me lick, her absolute control over me bringing out my freak. I came hard inside Seulgi, my cum gushing inside her in spades, her pussy walls tightening around my cock haphazardly as she orgasmed too, moaning sweetly. Her juices mixed with mine, dripping out as she rode through it, collapsing forward on my chest with a lick on my nipples.
Irene finally lifted off my face as she kept filming, her panties drenched and covering my face with her slick. "Good boy," she purred. "But we're not done until you beg for me."
Seulgi’s pussy clenched one last time around my softening cock before she lifted herself off with a wet, reluctant slurp. Warm floods of our mixed cum leaked out of her, dripping down her inner thighs in thick, creamy trails She let out a soft, almost relieved sigh as she bit her lip, her eyes still burning with lingering arousal, her nipples hard and flushed from my earlier pinching. "Mmm, that was… intense," she murmured softly, as if the filthiness had deepened our connection somehow. Her skin was slick with sweat, and she touched her pussy lightly, feeling the mess we'd made, a faint blush on her cheeks despite her confident persona. "You came so deep inside me. This is so filthy, but it feels right."
She staggered slightly on wobbly legs, her toned ass flexing as she moved, and sat down beside Joy on the sofa, collapsing against the cushions with a tired but aroused huff. Joy, who had just cum loudly from her self-fingering, watched us with heavy-lidded eyes, her large breasts heaving as she caught her breath. Her pussy was still twitching visibly, cum from earlier seeping out onto the sofa fabric, and she laughed breathily, that flirty, pleased tone returning: "Damn, Seulgi unnie, you rode him like a pro. Look at that mess between your legs. Then she teased Irene, saying, “It’s your turn now, unnie. Show us how you handle your fucktoy." Seulgi nodded weakly, leaning her head on Joy's shoulder, her hand idly tracing Joy's thigh, still aroused but too spent to do more than watch for now. The two of them together on the sofa created a visual feast for my eyes, Joy's voluptuous curves contrasting Seulgi's lean, dancer's build, and the fact that I had laid claim to both of their bodies just now.
After cumming three times in two different women, twice in Joy's tight embrace, then once, deep inside Seulgi, my dick softened, lying limp against my thigh, spent and slick. The exhaustion hit me like a wave, my body heavy on the floor, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, the faint sting of Seulgi's scratches adding a lingering thrill. But Irene was just getting started. She stood up from where she'd been grinding on my face, her soaked panties clinging transparently to her pussy lips. The familiar scent of her body was overpowering my nostrils completely, mixed with the tangy musk of her dripping pussy, enveloping me as she towered over my prone form. She passed her phone to Joy with a commanding flick of her wrist. "Film what happens next, Sooyoung-ya. I made my boytoy keep listening to me and he has earned a little treat, but on my terms."
Joy took the phone with a grin as she adjusted her position on the sofa, spreading her legs a bit wider to give herself room, her pussy still on display. "Oh, unnie, you got it. I'll film you using him like the fucktoy he is." Seulgi watched with renewed interest, her hand slipping between her own thighs absentmindedly, fingering her cum-slick folds lightly as she recovered. "Yeah, Irene unnie… make him beg for you."
Irene sat down on my stomach then, her weight pressing me into the floor, her perfect ass cheeks warm and firm against my skin, the heat from her body seeping into me. For the first time, she permitted me to take her clothes off, something she hadn't allowed before, always maintaining that obsessive control by stripping herself. "Go on, boytoy," she purred, her voice commanding yet teasing, her eyes locking onto mine with possessive hunger. "Take mommy's clothes off slowly. Your treat for being a good boy."
My mind numbed with Irene’s ethereal beauty, my hands trembled with excitement as I reached up, fingers brushing her tshirt, revealing her toned shoulders and the lace bra beneath. The scent of her skin was intoxicating up close, her body’s natural scent enhanced by warm sweat and arousal, making my head spin. I unclasped her bra, her perky breasts spilling free, nipples dark and erect, begging to be worshipped. She lifted her hips slightly as I tugged down her skirt and panties, the wet fabric peeling away from her pussy with a sticky sound, revealing her shaved folds, swollen, pink, and dripping with clear nectar that scented the air even stronger, tangy and floral and uniquely hers.
Now fully naked, Irene ground her wet pussy directly on my limp dick, sliding her slick folds along my length with deliberate, teasing rocks of her hips. The sensation was electric, her heat scorching, her juices coating me in warm, slippery trails that made my cock twitch and harden rapidly, the blood rushing back as arousal rebuilt. "Feel that, boytoy? Mommy's pussy waking you up, getting you hard again because I say so," she taunted, her voice low and husky and so, so attractive, her hands pressing on my chest for balance, nails digging in lightly. The grind was filthy, her clit bumping against my shaft, her ass cheeks flexing against my thighs, the wet smacks soft but insistent. I could feel every detail: the unparalleled smoothness of her lips parting around me, the warm drip of her arousal soaking my skin, her musk overwhelming my senses.
Irene teased me relentlessly and varied her pace, slow grinds that let me feel her heat build, then faster slides that made my cock throb fully erect beneath her. "Look at you hardening so quick, desperate to fuck mommy, aren't you? But not yet. Beg if you want, but only I will decide when." Joy filmed it all, zooming in on the slick contact, laughing hard, "Oh unnie, you're torturing him. Look at that dick standing up for you. So hot; keep grinding, make him leak precum." Seulgi moaned softly from the sofa, her fingers circling her clit now: "Yes… tease him, Irene unnie. It's hot, seeing him squirm under you."
Instead of letting me fuck her (as I was begging her to let me do), Irene shifted her plan. "Joy, Seulgi, come here. Fuck yourselves on his fingers. Use our boytoy like the tool he is." Joy stopped recording and left the phone on the sofa, too eager to focus on anything else, and both women moved to the floor. Joy straddled my right hand after she put a sofa cushion underneath for elevation and better penetration, her pussy still dripping a little bit of my cum, warm and slick as she guided two of my fingers inside her with a loud moan: "Mmm, yes, finger-fuck me." Seulgi did the same on my left, her tighter walls clenching around my digits, the mix of her juices and my cum making it filthy and slippery. "Deeper, baby, feel what you pushed inside me." Seulgi whispered to my ears with a breathy moan.
Irene came up to my face, pushed my mouth open, and pushed her tongue inside my mouth, me immediately sucking on it like my life depended on it. I kept circling my tongue around hers, the taste of her mouth electric, reminding me of the first time she kissed me in Koh Larn, building my arousal further. She pulled her face away, depriving my mouth of her tongue, licked her lips with our mixed saliva, and smirked, the only way Irene can. She then knelt between my legs, her perfect lips hovering over my now-hard and bulging cock, her one hand on my thigh for balance, the other slipping between her own legs to fuck herself with two fingers, the wet schlick audible.
This was the first time Irene had given me a blowjob, different from her usual approach of using me as a passive fucktoy for her own pleasure, but she maintained her authority over it all, controlling every suck. "Watch mommy take you in her perfect mouth, boytoy. But don't cum yet, hold it for me." She enveloped me in her warm, wet mouth, lips stretching around my girth, tongue swirling the head to taste the mix of Joy and Seulgi's juices mixed with my own precum; salty, musky, with hints of their unique flavors. The suction was expert, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed, filthy slurps filling the room, her hand stroking the base in sync as her hand on my thigh kept scraping my skin and two fingers on her other hand kept going in and out of her pussy.
Meanwhile, Joy and Seulgi moaned loudly, riding my fingers with increasing fervor. Joy's pussy was loose and wet from earlier, squelching around my thrusts: "Oh fuck, your fingers feel good. Go deeper, make me cum again." She touched me constantly, her free hand roaming my chest, pinching my nipples, and leaned over to kiss me filthily, tongue sucking mine with wet pulls, biting my lip. Seulgi joined, her kisses more sensual but no less dirty, her tongue licking into my mouth, "Mmm, kiss me harder." They touched each other's breasts too, Joy kneading Seulgi's small ones, pinching nipples: "Your tits are so cute, unnie. Do you want to feel mine?" Seulgi reciprocated, squeezing Joy's squishy mounds, their moans blending as they kissed each other filthily above me, tongues sucking and licking with sloppy sounds, saliva dripping onto my chest.
I could feel my releases mixed with theirs on my hands; the warm, creamy slickness coating my fingers, making the thrusts easier and filthier, the musky scent rising as I fingered them harder, curling to hit their spots. Irene sensed my impending cum from her controlling blowjob, her mouth scorching, tongue flicking the underside, her fingers plunging into her own pussy with wet sounds and stopped sucking abruptly, her lips popping off with a string of saliva. She squeezed my dick hard at the base, her grip vise-like, forcing the orgasm out in spurts that painted her radiant face; cum landing on her cheeks, lips, and forehead, dripping down in pearly trails. "Cum on mommy's face, boytoy, mark me like I mark you," she commanded, her voice husky with desire.
Seulgi and Joy came together after a few moments, their pussies clenching around my fingers in rhythmic pulses, juices squirting slightly onto my hands. Joy screamed loudly, collapsing back on the floor, while Seulgi moaned almost like a whisper. They lay on the floor to rest a little, bodies heaving, but the stimulation from Irene’s mouth on my dick and Seulgi and Joy pleasing themselves on my hands were so intense that my dick stayed hard, throbbing in the air, slick with Irene's saliva and a bit of my cum.
Irene turned around with a wicked smile, standing on all fours, her beautiful head of hair covering her bare back, and arched her perfect ass towards me; round, toned cheeks flexing, her pussy lips peeking between them, dripping wet. Looking over her shoulder, her intense, focused eyes locked on mine: "Beg for me loudly, boytoy. Say 'Please, mommy, let me fuck your perfect pussy from behind.' And maybe I'll allow it." I begged, my voice hoarse and desperate: "Please, mommy, let me fuck your perfect pussy from behind, I need it, please!" Satisfied, she nodded: "Good boy. Make mommy cum."
I positioned behind her, slamming in with a wet thrust, her pussy scorching and tight and heavenly, somehow better than I remembered it being, walls gripping my shaft with an unbearable pull. I could feel the round globes of her perfect ass jiggling with each pound, firm under my hands as I grabbed and squeezed hard, fingers digging into the plush flesh, leaving red imprints. The slap of skin was filthy, her juices splashing with each impact, her moans intertwined with deep pleasure. "Yes, fuck mommy hard! Grab my ass; it's only yours to squeeze."
My thumbs kept moving towards Irene's asshole with an almost magnetic pull, drawn to the tight, pink pucker that winked invitingly beneath her arched back. It was already slick and glistening from the cocktail of her sweat and pussy secretions as salty beads of perspiration mingling with the tangy, musky drip of her arousal that had trickled down from her swollen folds during our relentless pounding. The scent was heady and overpowering, a raw, feminine musk, uniquely Irene; that filled my nostrils with every breath, earthy and intoxicating, making my head spin as I inhaled deeply.
Her ass cheeks, perfectly round and toned from years of rigorous dance routines, flexed under my gripping hands, the skin warm and slightly sticky, yielding just enough to my squeezes to leave faint red imprints from my fingers. I rubbed slow, deliberate circles around the rim with my thumbs, feeling the tight muscle twitch and contract under my touch, like it was alive and responding to my every whim. The lubrication from her pussy drips before made it slick and easy, my thumbs gliding effortlessly, teasing the sensitive nerves that had her body shuddering.
Irene moaned louder, her dominant voice cracking just a fraction with pleasure, but she quickly reclaimed control with a teasing edge. "Mmm, look at you, boytoy. I have let you lick it before, but now you can't keep your hands off mommy's tight little asshole, can you? You can keep doing that to me if you're a good boy, rub it nice and slow, make me feel every circle. But don't get any ideas; you're not ready for the real thing yet." Her words were verbal taunts, laced with mockery, as she pushed her ass back against my thumbs, grinding in slow, deliberate circles that amplified the friction. Physically, she teased by clenching her cheeks around my hands, trapping my thumbs momentarily before releasing, the playful denial making my cock throb harder inside her hellishly hot pussy. The wet slaps of our bodies echoed louder now, her walls squeezing my dick in rhythmic pulses, as if rewarding my obedience while reminding me that Irene was in charge.
Joy was leaning against the sofa again, her free hand lazily circling her clit as she touched herself and watched all of this unfold, chimed in with her flirty laughter. "Oh unnie, that's so dirty, your ass twitching like that under his thumbs? Look at his face, all desperate and red. Come on, fanboy, rub harder, or are you too shy?" She stood up and leaned in closer for a better view, her large breasts swaying with the motion, as she physically teased by brushing one nipple against my arm, the squishy flesh soft and warm against my skin. Her verbal jabs were playful but cutting, encouraging my eagerness while mocking it, her moans mixing in as her fingers dipped deeper into her own pussy: "Mmm, watching you tease her ass is making me drip again, keep going. Let’s see if you can make unnie beg in return instead of begging yourself."
Seulgi, thrusting her fingers into herself faster from her spot on the floor nearby, added, "Feels… interesting, seeing you let go a bit, Irene unnie. But don't give in too easily, make him work for it. Rub slower, baby; tease her like she teases you." She physically teased me by reaching over with her free hand, her fingers lightly tracing my thigh, nails grazing close to my balls but never quite touching, the feather-light contact sending jolts of frustration through me. Her fingers plunged with wet, squelching sounds, her pussy lips swollen and coated in her creamy arousal. "You're getting so hard inside her, bet that thumb on her asshole is driving you crazy. Want more? Beg us, show how much you crave it."
Emboldened by their taunts, I pressed my thumbs firmer, circling with increasing pressure, the lubrication from her drips, warm, slippery trails of her pussy juices made the motion smoother, more obscene. To add more slickness, I gathered saliva in my mouth and spat directly on her asshole, the warm glob landing with a wet splat right on the pucker, dripping down in a slow, filthy stream that I immediately rubbed in with my thumbs. There was a soft squish as I massaged it around, feeling the muscle relax slightly under the added wetness, already reminding myself of the salty-musky taste on my tongue even though I hadn't licked yet this time.
Irene gasped, her body jolting forward before pushing back harder, her pussy clenching around my cock in a vice-like squeeze that nearly made me cum right then. "I caught you, you're getting impatient," she teased verbally, her voice a low tease as she looked over her shoulder, eyes gleaming with mock disapproval. "Spitting on mommy's asshole like a naughty boy? So eager to claim it. You don't get to fuck my ass today, that's for when you've really earned it. But this time, instead of your tongue, I will allow you to put your finger inside as you fuck me. Do it, boytoy. Slide it in slowly; feel how tight I am."
Her physical teasing intensified as she slowed her backward grinds, making me chase her with my thrusts, her ass cheeks brushing my hips teasingly before pulling away, the denial building my frustration into raw need. Joy physically teased by shifting closer, her free hand now cupping one of her own breasts, squeezing the squishy mound and pinching the nipple right in my line of sight, the visual taunt making my mouth water. Seulgi joined the visual barrage by pulling my face towards her, her fingers thrusting deeper with a wet plunge.
I slid my finger in slowly, starting with the tip, feeling the scorching tightness of her asshole resist at first before yielding, clenching around me in pulsing waves. It was hotter than her pussy, the inner walls smooth with a different texture than her pussy, gripping my digit with an intensity that sent shocks straight to my cock. The dual sensation for Irene was overwhelming as her pussy got instantly wetter, flooding around my shaft with fresh gushes of arousal that made our thrusts slicker, louder, her walls squeezing my dick hard in response, milking me with every pump. "Oh fuck, finger mommy's ass while you pound mommy’s pussy!" she commanded, her moans turning filthier, more raw, her dominant facade cracking with genuine pleasure as she rocked back harder, impaling herself on both my cock and finger.
Joy’s free hand was fingering herself again as she leaned in, physically teasing by blowing a hot breath on my neck, her lips brushing my ear: "Want to finger my ass too, fanboy? Maybe next time, if you listen to us well." Seulgi thrust her fingers faster, her moans louder than before, "Mmm, the way her ass clenches… it's hot. Push deeper, baby. You're making me so wet just watching."
I fucked harder, the wet slaps echoing through the room like applause, her perfect ass cheeks rippling and jiggling under my rough squeezes, the flesh warm and plush, molding to my palms as I gripped tighter. My thumb plunged deeper into her ass, curling slightly to rub the inner walls, feeling them contract in waves that mirrored her pussy's pulses. Their moans formed a chorus: Irene's dominant commands, "Harder, boytoy, finger me deeper; make mommy cum!", mixed with Joy's flirty laughs, "Yes, pound her! Look at that ass bounce; tease her hole more!", and Seulgi's sensual whispers, "This looks so good, keep rubbing her like that."
After a few more agonizing minutes of this onslaught of heavenly pleasure, the vice-like grip of her ass on my finger, pulling me in deeper with each thrust; her pussy's scorching, milking heat around my cock, flooding with fresh waves of wetness that soaked my balls; the scents assaulting my senses, thick and primal; their teasing words and touches building the tension to a breaking point; I felt the climax barreling toward me. Irene sensed it too, her body tensing, her moans peaking: "Hold on, boytoy, don't cum yet; tease mommy more first!" But it was too much; I came inside her hard, my cum shooting in powerful spurts, painting her walls as she neared her orgasm with a scream, "Cum in me, you impatient boy!" Her walls pulsed wildly, milking every last drop, her ass clenching around my finger in rhythmic squeezes that prolonged the bliss.
I collapsed on the floor completely, no stamina left, my body spent and slick with a sheen of sweat, cum, and their mingled juices, chest heaving as the room spun. All three had cum again as well; Joy from her frantic fingering and loud moans, Seulgi from her fingering and visual stimulation of me fucking Irene from behind, Irene from my pounding and fingering, her body trembling as she ground back one last time. They surrounded me on the floor, their naked bodies pressing close in a warm, enveloping embrace, smiles lighting their faces as they appreciated my efforts.
Joy’s hand traced lazy circles on my thigh, her large breasts brushing my arm, still warm and squishy: "You were amazing. I think you are my biggest fanboy ever, even if I am not your bias anymore", Joy said with a teasing laugh. Seulgi touched my chest sensually, her fingers soothing the scratches she'd left earlier, her voice soft, "You were so good to me. Watching you with Irene unnie was perfect." Irene stroked my hair while maintaining an air of control even now, her perfect face hovering close, her bodily scent wrapping around me like a blanket: "Our perfect fucktoy. You begged so nicely, teased my ass just right. Rest now. We'll use you again soon, and maybe next time, if you're really good, you'll get more than a finger." Seulgi chimed in, saying, “My birthday party is coming up soon, you’ll be there?”
I felt like heaven, enveloped in their warmth and affectionate teases, assuring me of our tryst continuing for perpetuity. I didn't need to believe in an afterlife anymore, because I found heaven already, in three of the most beautiful women anyone will ever lay their eyes on.
A/N - This will be the last official chapter for the Heaven mini series. Writing this was difficult, and I do not think I could do justice writing three of my most favorite idols at once, so for now, I will prioritize one-on-one encounters until I improve my writing further. With that in mind, I will write a few spin-offs for different after concert/event encounters under the Heaven series, but focusing strictly on only one of the RV members at a time.
