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.
The humid night air of Kuala Lumpur clung to my skin as I exited the venue to head towards my hotel room nearby, the echoes of the Aseul concert still thrumming in my veins, making my head feel like a labyrinth - with no clear thoughts except how brilliantly Irene and Seulgi work together. They had been phenomenal in tonight’s show, as they always have been since the first time they published the dance performance of Be Natural 11 years ago. Their subunit performance had been a whirlwind of sultry dances, unparalleled vocals that was nothing less than the call of sirens, and that undeniable chemistry and sexual tension that fans like me obsessed over. I'd secured front-row access thanks to Irene's promise from our Koh Larn encounter months ago. But I didn’t have any other messages from Irene, and no invite to the Taiwan concert either. Just when I was almost worried that Koh Larn might have been a one time thing and she had no interest in fucking me again, I received a photo from Irene’s number, with a short text message.
"Come to the hotel, room 329 at 11:30 PM. Don't keep mommy waiting. Also, Seulgi says hi and wants to see the photos you took of us this time."
My heart pounded, a mix of nervousness, excitement and lust, as I went back to my hotel room to prepare for what is to come. While Irene did commit to continuing our tryst, she never said anything about Seulgi, but the selfie Irene sent did show them both in their concert attire revealing their stomach and waist, with expressions that I can only think of as happily welcoming me together.
I have been admiring Seulgi and her legendary figure since the first time I saw her perform Greedy in 2017, her lithe, tight frame and tight, toned ass moving in rhythm right in front of the camera. I took a shower, my thoughts going haywire in imagining both Irene and Seulgi together using me in their practiced harmony and utilizing their blatantly obvious sexual chemistry to drown me in pleasure (or pain), and I already had a raging boner in the shower. As a ReveLuv, I have dreamed about this moment, my heart felt like it was being pushed and pulled, just a normal photo was making me feel so, so hot. I quickly tried to brush the thoughts aside as I was going too ahead of myself - it might completely be possible that Seulgi genuinely just wants to see the photos I took and talk to me for a while before leaving Irene and me alone. The things I was imagining Seulgi doing to me and the teddy bear personality I have grown accustomed to seeing were too far from each other to actually become real anyway; I tried reasoning with myself to calm myself down before calling a Grab and heading out towards the address Irene gave me.
The hotel was luxurious, all marble lobbies and hushed elevators that whispered secrets. I knocked on the suite door, and it swung open to reveal Irene, her post-concert euphoric glow amplified by a sheen of sweat that made her skin shimmer. She wore a loose black tank top that draped tantalizingly over her curves, no bra evident from the way her hardened nipples strained against the thin fabric, paired with loose shorts that hung low on her hips, teasing the V of her pelvis, no panties evident as well. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, no makeup, just her natural glowing beauty, her perfect lips as plump and pink as I kissed it last, begging to be claimed again.
Her eyes dug into me in just one moment, stealing my heart. "Right on time!" she purred, bringing me inside by my shirt collar with a soft yet possessive grip that sent sparks down my spine. The suite was opulent: floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the twinkling Petronas Towers, a large white sofa that could fit at least three people, and a king-sized bed dominating the room like a throne. I could smell a faint scent of vanilla candles mingling with two distinctively intoxicating perfumes, Irene's floral jasmine scent mixed with her own scent, and a warmer, earthier vanilla musk. I could feel on my arm Irene’s warm velvet skin, see her lips with a soft light on them, her eyes looking into mine wet like rain; her beauty unequalled.
Then I saw Seulgi, lounging on the sofa in a similar casual outfit, a black top that showed off her shoulder, revealing the smooth, tanned expanse of her collarbone and the subtle curve of her breast, paired with shorts that rode up her thighs, hinting at the firmness beneath, with white socks covering her feet and a pair of rimmed glasses. Her hair was down, wavy and tousled from the stage humidity, no makeup either, her eyes wide and inviting but laced with a shy submissiveness that contrasted Irene's dominating presence. Her full lips were parted slightly, hinting at possibilities laced with desire, yet promising nothing.
"You know Seulgi, don't you?" Irene teased, her voice dropping to a low whisper as she locked the door with a decisive click. “She has heard a lot about you already, and she wanted to see how masterfully you have taken our concert photos this time around.” I could feel an immediate pang of relief and disappointment, relief from realizing Seulgi is just here to see the photos and then leave us after a while, and disappointment from realizing that she is just here to see the photos and leave us after a while, with nothing more on the table.
Irene laced my fingers with hers, sending my body a pang of electricity I had not felt since our time in Koh Larn, and led me to the white sofa. Seulgi moved to the side of the sofa, making space for me to sit in the middle. Irene sat on the other side, and kept my fingers interlaced with hers, while I brought my phone out from my pocket and opened the gallery to show the photos and videos I took. Both came closer to the screen of my phone, while I went through the photos one by one. I could feel their breath on my face and their scent on my nostrils as Seulgi kept becoming more engrossed in the photo and leaned towards me more, while Irene deliberately started rubbing her breasts with my arm under the pretense of seeing my phone screen better. Her hand, which was holding my hand just a while ago, went behind my back and I could feel it slowly rubbing and squeezing my glutes. The combo of two of the most perfect women and my favorite idols being so close to me, while one keeps teasing my body and the other is completely oblivious to it, made my body experience an unprecedented thrill, and my blood rushed to my face and my cock, stiffening the latter rapidly under my trousers.
Irene then took my free hand again, and subtly moved it under her pants, towards her own ass, while Seulgi was completely oblivious and kept watching their performance of Feel Good on my phone. Irene’s perfect ass, in all its splendor, was in my grasp again, and she pressed her hand over mine as a signal to squeeze her ass. I could feel the perfect roundness of her ass on my hands again, and feel the heat and the wetness emanating from her pussy. It felt like she had been aroused for a while, as I could see the sofa and her shorts darken with her nectar, and my hand was being covered while I kept grabbing and squeezing her ass, occasionally slipping a finger towards her wetness and her puckered hole. This aroused me to no end, as during our last encounter, Irene rarely let me touch her - and she dictating how to touch and feel her appeared as yet another way to establish what will happen tonight. She then nipped at my ear, and lightly licked my cheek, and I let out a light moan of arousal without even realizing.
Listening to the moan, Seulgi pulled her eyes away from the screen and looked at Irene and I, and saw Irene’s tongue licking around my cheek and lips, and my eyes almost lidded with pleasure. Seulgi’s expression changed from curiosity to understanding, as she quickly looked at my crotch and saw a tent forming with wet spots on my trouser with my pre-cum. A rosy shade blushed her cheeks, as she also became aware how close she was to the both of us while this was happening, and she smiled in the goofy way that has melted millions of luvie hearts around the world, with a glint of understanding in her eyes. “Unnie, I thought you were going to start later, once I left. I just really wanted to see him after you raved about him so much and… whispered every filthy little detail from Koh Larn to my ear.” Irene laughed in the melodious way only she could while I kept rubbing her ass, and said, “I couldn’t wait anymore, you were taking too long watching every video he has recorded. I kept my hands off my boytoy far longer than I would like.” Irene immediately grabbed my head and pulled me in for a voracious kiss, her mouth sucking my tongue, teeth lightly grazing my lips and tongue, making loud, filthy sounds while our saliva kept mixing and covering our chin.
I sunk into the plush cushions of the large sofa, the soft leather cool against my bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat building in my core. Irene moved with predatory grace, swinging one leg over mine (reminding me of her swinging her leg over the chair during the Be Natural performance) to straddle my lap while grabbing my face and sucking my tongue hard, her thighs clamping down like velvet vices. Her full breasts pressed firmly against my chest, the warmth of her skin seeping through the tank top, her nipples hardening into stiff peaks that graze my flesh with every shallow breath she takes. Her tongue pushed against mine, while her hands roamed up my sides, nails lightly scraping, sending shivers racing across my body.
Seulgi was stunned by the rapid development in a few seconds, her eyes wide and dark with growing desire, all the while Irene was sitting on my lap right next to her on the sofa. Her hands moved to her thighs, the fabric of her shorts riding up just enough to reveal the smooth curve of her thighs toned with decades of dancing. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink, and out of the corner of my eyes, I could see the subtle way she pressed her legs together, as if trying to quell the ache building between them. The air in the room thickened, heavy with the scent of our mingled arousal, a musky hint of excitement coming from Irene and Seulgi both.
Irene pulled back from the open mouthed kiss, her breath hot against my ear and a little saliva dripping, her voice a sultry whisper that vibrates through me. “Remember how the last time you sucked and licked my pussy and asshole, while your dick was lonely and unattended? This time, your dick will get more attention. Think of it as a reward from mommy for being obedient.” Her words dripped with promise, her hand sliding down to give my bulging cock a teasing squeeze through my trousers, making me groan involuntarily.
Irene turned her head slightly while sitting on my lap, her fingers wrapping around Seulgi's neck in a slow, deliberate grip, not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to pull her closer. Seulgi gasped softly, her eyes fluttering with arousal and hesitance, but she didn't resist, leaning in as Irene's perfect, plump lips brushed the shell of her ear. Irene murmured something low and intimate, her voice too hushed for me to catch amid my mind in a tangled maze that wanted them both; maybe instructions, maybe encouragement, but whatever it is, it made Seulgi's breath hitch. She nodded, her signature smile curling her lips that made her look more cute than hot, her eyes sparkling with a mix of nervousness and eagerness. Then, without a word, Seulgi dropped to the floor on her knees between my spread legs, her hands trembling slightly as she unzipped my pants and freed my throbbing cock.
As Seulgi leaned in, her warm breath ghosting over my sensitive skin on the tip with beaded precum, Irene shifted her position with grace befitting of the dancer that she is. She stood up first, taking her shorts off in one smooth motion, her tank top still on, giving me a clear view of her glistening, perfect pussy in all its glory, slightly red and puffy from grinding and arousal; a sudden influx of her musky smell arousing me further. She then rose up, her knees planting on either side of my head and her calves over the sofa as she straddled my face, her wet folds hovering just inches above my mouth. The scent of her arousal enveloped my senses completely, musky and sweet, like the forbidden apple from the garden of Eden, seducing me to taste it. "Open your mouth wide for mommy," Irene purred, her fingers grabbing my head to guide me up towards her dripping pussy. Her thighs clamped around my ears, muffling the world, and she lowered herself onto my tongue, grinding slowly as I lapped at her slick heat, the tangy flavor exploding on my taste buds, while holding her steady over my face by grabbing her ass firmly. I tasted the sweetness flowing from inside her body, and it took me captive instantly, yet again.
Down below, Seulgi's mouth enveloped me in one smooth motion, her full, puffy, soft lips stretching around my shaft as she took me deep. Her loose shirt shifted to show more skin and the top of her breasts, her shorts hiked up even more, the outline of her prominent buttcheeks visible from behind, and her white socks covering her feet. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, licking over the precum and teasing the slit with feather-light flicks before sliding down the underside, tracing my throbbing cock’s prominent veins with wet, deliberate strokes. She moaned softly, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure straight to my balls, her hands cupping them gently yet firmly, rolling and massaging, occasionally tugging on my balls lightly as she bobbed her head. The suction was perfect, tight and rhythmic, as expected from the main dancer of Red Velvet, her cheeks hollowing with each pull, saliva dripping down her chin and my cock to slick her path more. "Mmm, unnie, your toy tastes so good," Seulgi said between sucks, her voice muffled but laced with delight, glancing up at Irene for approval.
Irene moaned above me, her hips rocking and bucking faster against my face, coating my chin with her juices. "That's it, Seulgi, make him throb for us. Suck his soul out of him." The dual assault is overwhelming: Irene's clit pulsing under my lips, her inner walls clenching around my probing tongue with her perfect round ass on my hands, being kneaded and squeezed; while Seulgi's mouth worked me relentlessly, alternating between deep throating and popping off to lick the precum beading at the tip, with her hands alternating between gripping my burgeoning length and tugging and rubbing at my balls. The musky and sweaty scent of our bodies tangled was overwhelmingly arousing me to no end.
But then Irene adjusted herself again, sliding off my face and onto the side of the sofa just enough to reposition us. With a surprising amount of strength coming from her tiny body, she maneuvered me until I'm parallelly lying on the sofa and cradled in her lap like a prized possession, my head resting against her soft abdomen. She pulled her tank top up to reveal her perfect, almost full boobs, nipples perked up completely with arousal. She kept the tank top around her neck, creating a beautiful contrast of black clothing against her pale, perfect skin. Irene arched her back slightly forward, offering her breasts to me, her nipples erect and begging. "Suck your mommy’s tits," she commanded, her voice dripping with arousal. I obeyed, latching onto one, the salty tang of her sweat mixing with the faint sweetness of her skin as I swirled my tongue around the bud, my hands grabbing onto her waist. Her free hand pulled my shirt up, found my chest, fingers pinching and rubbing my nipples in slow circles, the sharp tugs sending electric sparks straight to my groin.
All the while, Seulgi didn’t miss a beat, she climbed up on the sofa as well, kneeling between my outstretched legs, her mouth devouring my cock with renewed fervor; lapping at the shaft with broad, flat strokes of her tongue, then sucking hard on the head while her hand twisted and pumped the base of my cock. The slurping sounds filled the room, wet and obscene, mingling with Irene's breathy sighs and my own muffled moans against her breast. "You're doing so well, Seulgi, look at how he's twitching," Irene praised, her other hand stroking Seulgi's hair encouragingly. Seulgi responded with a playful nip along my length, her teeth grazing just enough to make me buck.
The dual sensations overloaded my senses; the plush warmth of Irene's body cradling me, her nipples budding under my tongue like firm berries tasting of skin, sweat, and raw desire; her fingers tweaking my sensitive peaks until they ached deliciously. Below, Seulgi's hot, eager mouth engulfed me completely, her throat relaxing to take me deeper, gagging softly in a way that only heightened the thrill, and Seulgi’s deepened gaze shaking me. My brain turned to fog, thoughts dissolving into pure, hazy bliss; too much heat, too much wetness, too much everything. I gave in to the pleasure entirely, my body arching as the pressure builds uncontrollably.
I cummed faster than I ever have, the orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave, but I couldn’t warn Seulgi. Irene smothered my cries, plunging her tongue past my lips in a deep, devouring kiss that tasted like honeyed desire and forbidden nectar. Seulgi, while surprised at me cumming so suddenly, lapped at my throbbing cock, her mouth working around me, milking every last drop as she hummed in satisfaction, her fingers digging into my thighs and ass hard. Irene laughed softly, a sound signalling a winning conquest, as she held me close through the aftershocks while my cock kept spurting cum. "Good boy," she whispered. "But Seulgi and I are just getting started."
Seulgi pulled off my spent cock with a wet pop, her cheeks still flushed and her lips glistening with a mix of saliva and my cum. She held it in her mouth, not swallowing, her tongue swirling it around like a forbidden treat as she crawled up my body on all fours, her lithe frame brushing against my thighs and chest. The heat from her skin radiated onto mine, her pert breasts swaying slightly with each movement, visible through her tshirt, hard nipples grazing my abdomen and leaving trails of goosebumps. She reached Irene, who's still cradling my head in her lap, and leaned in for a deep, lingering kiss. Their lips met softly at first, then with more urgency; Seulgi's full, plush mouth pressing against Irene's, tongues dancing as Seulgi shared my cum in a slow, erotic transfer. The room filled with the soft, slick sounds of their kiss, mingled with their shared hums of satisfaction.
Irene broke away after a moment, her eyes half-lidded and gleaming with wicked delight. She licked her lips, savoring the salty, musky tang of me on her tongue, then swallowed just a little, letting the rest linger. "Mmm, he tastes even better secondhand," she purred, her voice low and commanding. She turned her gaze to Seulgi, fingers tracing the younger woman's jawline as if appreciating a beautiful piece of art. "Now, go on, kiss him with that filthy, cum-stained mouth of yours. Let him taste what a good boy he's been."
Seulgi obeyed without hesitation, sliding down to face me, her breath warm and heavy against my skin as she hovers close to my face. This is the first time I've kissed her, ever; her lips are impossibly soft and full, pillowy against mine, carrying the faint sweetness of her own flavor mixed with the bitter-salt essence of my cum. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, slick and insistent, pushing the remnants onto my taste buds in a messy, intimate exchange. It coated my tongue, warm and viscous, a heady reminder of my own release blended with her saliva. I groaned into the kiss, my hands instinctively reaching up to cup her beautiful face, fingers threading through her silky hair as we devoured each other’s lips and tongues, licking and sucking all over.
My head remained nestled in Irene's lap, her thighs like soft and warm pillows beneath me, the scent of her arousal still lingering from earlier, feeding into my lust and making me heady. Seulgi took her shirt off before pressing her tanned body fully against mine now, her slender curves molding to my fit form, her dark nipples and untanned breasts flattening against my chest, her hips settling over my groin. She started grinding slowly with her shorts on but hiked to a side, her wet pussy lips sliding along my softening cock, the friction hot and teasing, her juices mixing with the remnants of our previous mess. "Feel that?" she whispered between filthy kisses, her voice breathy and laced with need.
In a contradictory way that was extremely uncharacteristic, yet perfectly captured the naughtiness to Seulgi I have never seen before, she whispered to my ear while grinding, "I'm so fucking wet for you… gonna make this cock hard again, just for me." Her movements became more deliberate, circling her hips in lazy figure-eights in perfect rhythm, the wet heat of her cunt enveloping me, coaxing blood back into my shaft with each grind. I hardened under her, the sensation building like a slow fire, my hips bucking up instinctively to meet her rhythm.
Irene watched us with a possessive smile, her hands gently caressing both our heads, fingers combing through my hair in soothing strokes, then trailing over Seulgi's back, encouraging her. "That's it, my pretty pets," she said in a sultry voice, her touch light as feathers, sending tingles down my spine. "Get him ready for round two. Show me how much you both want to fuck each other."
The grinding intensified, Seulgi's moans vibrating against my lips as she made out with me sloppily; tongues tangling, teeth nipping, saliva and cum smearing between us in a messy haze. My cock throbbed back to full hardness, slick and ready from her arousal, and I just couldn’t take it anymore. For the first time with my encounters with Irene, and now, Seulgi, I took a bit of control. With a surge of energy, I flipped us over, pushing Seulgi down onto the sofa beneath me and tearing her shorts off her body to fully see her wet pussy. She gasped in surprise, her legs parting eagerly as I settled between them, my body pinning hers to the cushions. The leather creaks under our weight, cool against her back but warming quickly from our warm bodies.
Before I could thrust in, Irene was there, pressing against me from behind, her breasts squishing against my back, her arms wrapping around my torso in a firm embrace. Her nails raked lightly down my sides, scratching just enough to leave faint red trails that sting deliciously, heightening my arousal. "Fuck her hard for mommy," she whispered hotly into my ear, her breath tickling the sensitive shell, sending shivers racing through me. She nipped at my earlobe, then trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, sucking on the pulse point until I groaned. Her hands roamed freely, claws digging into my chest, then scratching up my back in long, deliberate strokes that made my skin burn with pleasure tinged with pain.
I slid into Seulgi in one smooth thrust, her tight, velvety walls clenching around me like a glove, soaked and welcoming. She cried out in surprise at my girth, her modest breasts heaving as I grabbed her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh there for leverage. My other hand cupped one of her breasts, kneading the firm mound, thumb flicking over her hardened nipple until she arched beneath me. I pounded into her steadily, her hard abs contracting with each of my thrusts, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the room, her pussy gripping me with each withdrawal like it never wanted to let go.
Irene's control was absolute; she pulled my head sideways roughly, her lips crashing onto mine in a hungry kiss, her tongue invading my mouth with fierce possession, tasting of us all mixed together. "Mine," she moaned softly between kisses, biting my lower lip hard enough to draw a gasp. She didn't let me lean down to kiss Seulgi, yanking me back whenever I tried, her grip on my hair unyielding. "You kiss who I say, when I say. Now keep fucking her and make her scream for mommy."
Seulgi's moans cascaded in rhythmic waves, high-pitched and breathy, syncing perfectly with each deep, relentless thrust that buried me to the hilt inside her. "Oh god, yes… harder, please… your cock feels so fucking good inside me, stretching me just right!" Her sharp nails raked down my shoulders in fiery, jagged trails that leave stinging welts blooming with heat, the metallic tang of sweat-slicked skin filling the air as her toned legs locked around my waist like iron bands, her socked feet digging into the taut muscles of my ass with bruising force to yank me even deeper into her sopping, velvet heat.
The sofa creaked and groaned beneath us with every forceful pump, the worn leather sticking to our damp bodies in clammy patches, while the air thickened with the lewd, rhythmic symphony of skin slapping wetly against skin “schlick, schlick, schlick”, her abundant juices slicking my thighs in warm, viscous trails that drip down to pool on the sofa cushions, the musky, heady scent of our mingled arousal permeating the room like a fog, earthy and intoxicating, laced with the faint floral undertone of Seulgi's perfume clinging to her neck.
Irene echoed her ecstasy, her own moans a sultry, throaty harmony whispered hotly into my ear, vibrating through my skull as she grinded her drenched pussy rhythmically with my thrusts against the small of my back, her arousal trickling down in warm, silky rivulets that mix with my sweat and trace teasing paths along my spine, cooling slightly in the room's ambient air before evaporating into a sticky sheen over my buttcrack. Her dominance asserted itself in every unyielding touch, every commanding word, she tightened her grip on my torso with vice-like arms, nails biting deep into my flesh as a sharp reminder of her absolute control, drawing pinpricks of blood that sting like fire and made me gasp, her voice a possessive moan laced with dark hunger: "Look at you, pounding that tight little pussy like the desperate fucktoy you are… you're both so perfect, so utterly obedient, existing only to please me, to writhe under mommy’s command. Don't you dare slow down, give her every throbbing inch, make her walls quiver around you, or I'll punish you both until you're begging for mercy."
The overload built fast, a storm raging through my veins, every nerve ending alight and screaming with fervour, the slick, vise-like heat of Seulgi's pussy squeezing me rhythmically, fluttering around my shaft like a living pulse trying to pull me in forever, her inner walls rippling with involuntary spasms that massage every vein and ridge of my bulging cock; Irene's scratches igniting my skin in a blaze of exquisite pain tinged with pleasure, her nails carving possessive, crisscrossing patterns across my back and sides that burn like brands, the raw scrape sending jolts of adrenaline-laced fire straight to my core, making my muscles clench and my thrusts turn feral. Her tongue dueled mine from behind in sloppy, desperate licks, invading my mouth with wild, unrelenting hunger, the taste of her, sweet like nectar (giving me unrelenting lust instead of eternal life) mingled with the salty remnants of our earlier indulgences coating my palate as she twists my head further with a fistful of hair, the sharp tug on my scalp adding a layer of delicious agony that makes my vision blur at the edges, her breath hot and ragged against my cheek, carrying the faint bitterness of her lipstick.
I came hard inside Seulgi, flooding her depths with hot, thick spurts that overflowed and dripped out around us in messy, warm gushes, splattering our joined thighs. My body shuddered uncontrollably; muscles seizing, toes curling, as she milked me dry with her clenching walls, her inner muscles pulsing in greedy, convulsive waves that drew out every last drop, the sensation like being wrung out from the inside. Irene didn't stop, didn't relent, she hungrily lapped at my lips and tongue through the peak of my release, her dominance unyielding and all-consuming as she swallowed my muffled cries and guttural moans, claiming every last tremor, every ragged breath, every drop of my pleasure for herself, her free hand sliding down to squeeze my balls gently but firmly, rolling them in her palm to prolong the ecstasy until I was spent and trembling under her iron command, the aftershocks rippling through me like echoes in a storm, leaving me breathless.
As the last tremors of my release faded inside Seulgi, her pussy still fluttering weakly around my spent cock, Irene's grip on me tightened like a predator sensing weakness. She yanked me back with startling force, her nails digging into my shoulders as she pulled me out of Seulgi in one swift, slick motion, a wet pop echoing obscenely in the room. Seulgi whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her thighs quivering and slick with our combined releases, but Irene ignored her, pinning my arms above my head against the sofa's armrest for a brief, breathless moment. Her strength was unyielding, her body pressing down on mine like a weight I can't escape (nor did I want to). The cool leather stuck to my sweat and Irene’s pussy juice drenched back, and the air hung even heavier with the thick, musky aftermath of sex, her floral scent almost dissipated, replaced and twisted with raw arousal.
Her eyes locked onto mine, gleaming with a dark, twisted desire that makes my pulse stutter with excitement or fear, probably a mix of both, her lips curling into a sadistic smile, reminding me of the Monster MV. She leaned in close, her breath hot and ragged against my ear, whispering tauntingly, "Mommy wants to crush you even more," her voice a velvet blade that slices through my haze, sending a shiver of excitement down my spine as she releases my arms and shifts her position with fluid dominance. She swung her leg over yet again, straddling my hips in reverse cowgirl, her perfect ass hovering above me, facing Seulgi who watched with wide, hungry eyes from the side. Irene's hand reached back, guiding my softening cock, still sensitive and twitching from cumming too hard in Seulgi, to her dripping entrance, the heat of her radiating like a furnace, invigorating my cock with renewed hardness immediately.
She lowered herself onto me slowly, inch by torturous inch, her tight, velvety walls enveloping my shaft in a grip that's both punishing and exquisite, stretching around me with a deliberate squeeze that made me gasp hard. I never forgot how deliciously tight Irene’s pussy felt wrapped around my cock the first time, but this time, it somehow felt even better. The sensation overwhelmed my senses, her juices coated me instantly, warm and slick, mixing with the remnants from Seulgi in a messy, forbidden blend that dripped down my balls. Irene's hands clamped onto my thighs for leverage, nails embedding into the muscle with just enough bite to sting, her hips beginning a slow, teasing grind that built tension like a coiled spring. "That's it, feel mommy take you," she purrs, her voice low and controlling, glancing over her shoulder with that predatory gleam. "You look good in a daze, frozen and blank. You are like a broken toy I can play with forever." She rolled her hips deeper, her ass cheeks pressing against my pelvis with each rotation, the friction igniting fresh sparks in my overstimulated nerves, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically to keep me trapped. She dictated every move, slapping my thigh sharply if I so much as twitched upward without her explicit order, her dominance absolute as she picked up speed, bouncing now with controlled ferocity, the slap of her skin against mine growing louder, wetter, more insistent.
Seulgi knelt beside us on the large sofa, her lithe body still flushed and glistening from our earlier frenzy, her modest breasts heaving with renewed need. She grabbed my hand with trembling urgency, guiding my fingers to her swollen pussy; still leaking my cum, hot and slippery under my touch. I plunged two fingers inside her without hesitation, curling them to hit that spongy spot that made her arch hard, her walls pulsing greedily around my fingers as she leaned in, her full lips brushing my neck in a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses. Her teeth grazed my skin, then sank in with a sharp bite that drew a hiss from my throat, the pain blooming into electric pleasure. "I want to hurt you," she murmured against my pulse, her voice laced with a naughty, yet sweet edge, the contradiction of which sent chills racing over me, her breath warm and erratic. She brought her hand down to my throat and grabbed around it, with a light choke that was intended to not hurt me, but actually excite me. She watched Irene ride me with rapt fascination all the while she fucked herself on my hands, keeping her hand on my throat, pressing lightly, her eyes darted between Irene's grinding ass and my face contorted in ecstasy. "Look at you, so helpless… I could break you right now," Seulgi added filthily, removing her hand from my throat and joining mine between her legs to rub her clit in frantic circles, her moans syncing with Irene's rhythm, their moans harmonizing in a cadence I could never hear anywhere else.
I lay back on the sofa, the plush cushions sinking deeply under our combined weight with a soft, yielding groan, molding to the contours of my sweat-drenched body like a lover's embrace turned trap. My body became a willing canvas for their whims, every nerve alight and exposed, passive at first under Irene's iron control that brooked no resistance, her thighs clamped around my hips like steel vices, her voice being my leash. My free hand tentatively reached up, fingers trembling with anticipation, and when Irene allowed it with a permissive nod and a wicked smirk over her shoulder, I gripped her ass firmly, digits sinking into the firm, sweat-slicked flesh that yields like warm dough under my touch, the muscles flexing rhythmically with her movements.
Emboldened by her low hum of approval, I put my finger in my mouth to coat it with saliva and slid the finger higher, lightly circling the tight pucker of her asshole, teasing the sensitive ring with gentle, probing strokes that make her gasp and arch her back, her forbidden heat there pulsing under my fingertip, slick from the overflow of my fresh saliva and her arousal trickling down, adding a layer of taboo thrill that sent fresh jolts through my core. Irene finally let her hair fall down in a cascading wave of dark silk, releasing it from its messy bun with a dramatic flick of her head, the strands tumbling over her shoulders and down her spine like a midnight waterfall, framing her lithe back in a perfect, ethereal silhouette against the dim room light. Irene’s curves were accentuated in shadow and glow, her skin glistening with perspiration that catches the faint illumination like dew on porcelain, making her look like a goddess of dark desires incarnate.
The dual assault felt like a relentless tide surging through my veins like liquid fire: Seulgi's pussy clenching around my fingers like a velvet vice in desperate, rhythmic squeezes, her inner walls rippling with greedy hunger as her juices flooded my palm in warm, copious gushes that drip between my knuckles in sticky rivulets, the tangy, musky scent of her release mingling with the air's heavy perfume of sex; Irene's relentless ride dominating from above, her pussy milking me with every punishing descent, walls fluttering and contracting in a torturous rhythm that massages every inch of my shaft, the slick friction building to an unbearable crescendo while the scent of her dominance, musky and intoxicating, laced with the faint spice of her sweat, filled my lungs with each ragged inhale, clouding my mind in a haze of complete submission.
Dirty talk spills from them both in a chorus of torment, their voices weaving a web of filthy, harmonized commands and taunts: Irene moaned low and feral, her breath hitching with each grind, "Beg for it, fucktoy, tell mommy how much you need me to ruin you, to break you apart with this pussy until you're nothing but a whimpering mess," while Seulgi whispered hotly against my skin, her lips brushing my ear in a shiver-inducing caress, "Scream for us, let us devour every last bit of you." Seulgi leaned in closer, her full lips mapping my body in a frenzy of kisses and bites, starting at my neck with soft, sucking presses that leave blooming hickeys, then trailing down to my collarbone with gentle nips that sting just enough to electrify, her teeth grazing my chest and abs in playful tugs that made me arch, her tongue following to soothe the marks with wet, swirling laps, all while her free hand strokes my side in tender encouragement.
As the pressure coiled unbearably in my core, a tight knot of ecstasy twisting tighter with each sensation, the tease of my finger in Irene's ass, the visual feast of her silhouetted form, Seulgi's affectionate assaults, I couldn't hold back any longer. I started thrusting up into Irene, my hips snapping with desperate, primal force when she finally permitted it with a throaty laugh of triumph, the collision of our bodies sending shockwaves rippling through us, her ass rippling and jiggling with each powerful impact, the wet smack of flesh on flesh echoing like thunder in the room.
The climax hit like a freight train derailing in my soul, a cataclysmic explosion that shattered through every fiber of my being as I came deep inside Irene, flooding her depths with thick, hot ropes of release that overflowed and trickled down my shaft in warm, messy cascades, splattering our joined skin with sticky evidence that cools in the air. She moaned triumphantly, her voice a shattered, euphoric cry that reverberates in my ears, her pussy walls clenching around me in vise-like pulses, a ruthless, fluttering grip that milked every last drop with unyielding efficiency, prolonging the agony of pleasure as her body shuddered atop me in violent waves of her own release, her silhouette arching dramatically, hair swaying like a dark halo in the throes of ecstasy.
Seulgi intensified her grinding against my fingers, her hips bucking wildly as she rubs her clit furiously against my palm until she came simultaneously, her pussy spasming in convulsive, greedy grips that soaked my hand in a fresh torrent of her essence, drenching my skin in warm floods that dripped onto the sofa, her cries high and broken like shattered glass as she leaned in to bite down on my shoulder hard enough to bruise, her teeth sinking in with passionate fervor rather than cruelty, her kisses following immediately to lave the mark with her tongue in soothing, affectionate circles. Their actions synched in a whirlwind of overload; Irene's grinding slowing to teasing, languid rolls that draw out my sensitivity with deliberate effectiveness, her finger teasingly pressing back against mine in her ass for one final spark; Seulgi's lips and teeth roaming my torso in a barrage of kisses and bites, from my pecs to my hips, each one a mix of soft suction and gentle nips that left a constellation of red marks glowing on my skin, leaving me in a dazed, pleasurable haze, my vision blurring at the edges into a swirl of colors and shadows, body boneless and utterly consumed by their twisted desires, every muscle limp and quivering in the aftermath, the room spinning with the heady cocktail of scents, sounds, and sensations that bound me to them completely.
Irene kissed us both fiercely one last time, her lips crashing against mine in a possessive claim as always, tongue delving deep, tasting of shared ecstasy, her breath hot and ragged as she pulled back only to turn to Seulgi, devouring her mouth with the same feral hunger, their tongues tangling visibly in a wet, sloppy exchange that made my spent cock twitch weakly. She broke away with a satisfied sigh, her eyes gleaming with that twisted promise, whispering huskily against our flushed skin, "This is just the start. More shows, more cities. You'll be there, right? Access to everything; us, after every performance, more intense each time, pushing you further into our world until you're addicted, broken, begging for more."
Seulgi nodded, her eyes half-lidded and dazed, her warm fingers tracing lazy patterns across my chest with soft, teasing scratches that left faint red lines in their wake, gentle echoes of the earlier fire, her nails grazing my nipples just enough to send lingering sparks through my oversensitive body. "Promise," she murmured breathily, her voice a soft purr laced with devotion, leaning in to press a final, lingering kiss to my collarbone, her warm breath fanning over the bite marks she'd left, with a stunningly soft smile that left me awestruck at the duality of her.
I promised too, my voice hoarse and trembling from the exhaustion, already craving the next encounter, the thought of their bodies, their control, their affections consuming me again and again, promising of nirvana through letting Irene and Seulgi, the two goddesses incarnate, to use my body as they saw fit. The marks on our skin throbbed like a living testament to the fire we'd ignited, branding us all as eternally bound in this heavenly haze of unrelenting, inexhaustible desire.
Very nice chapter! Looking forward to the balance concert chapter. For that chapter can we have Irene tying seulgi up and inviting OC and they both use seulgi as their toy?
I already had a draft ready (structure, setting, most of the writing) for the sequel(s) when I published Heaven. As of now, the OC will be the only one being used as a toy because I wrote the character as submissive (even Seulgi can dominate him, and will). But I do have a lot of plans for writing about Red Velvet members, and for a different series/one-shot, I will incorporate the idea that you suggested.
