i want you all over me for seulgi and irene please <33
irene felt her body give in and buckle forward, one hand barely catching her weight as the other continued to rub her straining shaft. beneath her lay her expectant lover, illuminated by the moonlight. seulgi’s eyes were glued onto her form, increasing irene’s pleasure tenfold though the other woman wasn’t even touching her.
she grunted and thrusted even faster, her pace turning from an excited one into one of desperation. she was so close.
“princess–”
“on me,” seulgi’s dry, commanding voice interrupted her. irene gasped and came closer as soon as seulgi peeled her nightgown off. “on me, everywhere on me,” she practically purred.
the knight could only grunt and cry as she leaked out her seed, white globs pooling onto the princess’s chest between her thighs. with prompting from her mistress, irene let go of her shaft and let the tip drag against the porcelain skin of her royal highness, inching back and letting her semen trail along seulgi’s stomach.
the older woman shivered as seulgi delicately spread her semen all over her torso, smiling up at her with a salacious glint in her eye. from this angle, irene could only barely see evidence of their night; seulgi’s fresh, red bruises hidden by the knight’s shadow.
“Thinkin bout your body” is Yermseul, like I’m getting ideas of them as roommates and Yerim being hot as hell to Seulgi and Seulgi is just panicked all the time because Yerim KNOWS she has this effect on her and keeps using it to seduce her into finally making a move to hook up 😤
“oh! seulgi-unnie! how do i look?”
seulgi took extra care in not reacting. this happened every single time yeri left for one of her weekend nights out. although the older woman did her best to make it obvious that she was busy being a homebody with her headphones, large hoodie, and reading glasses on as she was on her laptop–somehow yeri never took the hint.
she viewed the blonde through the mirror in the living room and watched yeri bite her lip. the younger woman continued to stare at her from above and behind the sofa, waiting.
seulgi could imagine it so well she was sure that in another world, it was already happening.
yeri would have rounded the large living room furniture, gotten on her knees, set seulgi’s laptop aside and peeled the older woman’s sweatpants off. seulgi would have groaned so hard she growled, and yeri would look up at her with her big, innocent eyes, sucking her off until she creamed in her mouth. yeri would have straddled her waist, would have rocked atop her and whined her name. she would have come while seulgi nipped and feasted on her breasts and nipples. she would have screamed as seulgi pounded inside her until her next release.
but in this one, where the roommates were one step away from making that a reality, seulgi merely gave her friend a once-over and a cheeky grin, saying “great! go get ‘em.”
seulgi let out a breath, shivering. in her peripheral she could just barely see her own reflection in the mirror, with the light dim as it was. she was naked and strapped to the chair by black leather, holding her legs open and over the arm rests of the chair.
“you’re so pretty, baby. and all mine, isn’t that right?”
she strained against her bindings, hips jerking at the low, smooth voice. she would say something in reply, but her mouth was otherwise occupied by irene’s soft, delicate fingers.
“you’re my good, good girl.”
seulgi whined when irene’s fingers were replaced by the older woman’s mouth, goosebumps rising at the wet trail those digits left as they made their way down along her trembling torso.
“uhnnmie,” she tried to cry out with her lips bitten and pressed on. the older woman’s fingers circled her groin, never quite touching her swollen member. she could feel irene’s smirk against her own lips.
“shhh, patience, my love. you’ll get what you want.”
she knew that, of course, irene never left her on the edge for too long. but it was hard to think beyond the burn of her constraints against her muscles, and the ghosting of her girlfriend’s lips on her neck. “p-please… unnie….”
seulgi could practically drown in the heady scent of her own arousal. irene was almost coaxing her to cum from her whispers alone.
just as seulgi felt another whimper rumble within her, the silicone head of irene’s strap started to nudge her ass cheeks apart.
“are you ready for me?”
“yesssss,” seulgi practically hissed, inching forward as much as she could, which was barely anything with how irene bound her. “i can take it, please let me—aah, hnnh!” the younger woman threw her head back, neck straining as every muscle pulled taut.
irene, much to seulgi’s simultaneous pleasure and pain, slowly rubbed her palm against the younger woman’s straining member. seulgi let out a disappointed groan when the press of irene's strap disappeared.
"unnieeeee~" now seulgi was full on whining, impatient, nothing like the good girl irene insisted she was being. "fuckk meee…"
the older woman let out a dark chuckle, leaving a wet kiss on just one of the myriad of hickies she left on seulgi's neck. "but i love it when you beg. besides," seulgi watched irene's eyes drop to her cock, still wrapped in the older woman's fingers, still oozing precum. "it's going to be so much better if you get yourself wet."
seulgi bit her lip when irene lazily stroked her stimulated member, urging herself to hold back, to stay still, that way irene would have no choice but to ram into her.
irene pouted, eyes sparkling with mischief, obviously aware of what seulgi was trying to do. "naughty girl. don't worry, i can help."
the older woman leaned back and gathered her spit in her mouth before letting it drip down onto seulgi's struggling member, coating it with the mix of precum and saliva alike.
seulgi grunted when irene set the pace, faster, rougher, sending her senses reeling from the stimulation.
"ahn—uhn—unnie—" she tried to gasp out, words breaking apart as soon as she thought to utter them. she felt her lower abdomen tense up as the burning sensation in her balls readied for release. "please please i—" she paused as she started to come, seed dribbling out of her and onto irene's fingers, down her stiff dick, slipping into her crack.
irene licked her lips, watching the hot white fluid languidly trickle between seulgi's ass cheeks, the other woman flushed red. "that's it, baby, just like that. now that's my good girl."
she leaned forward and licked into seulgi's mouth as an apology for the crudeness of it all but, honestly, can she blame her? seulgi was so beautiful, a flower on the edge of blooming, the sight of her just for irene.
carefully, she unclasped the younger woman from her bindings, drifting soft fingers along the red marks, letting seulgi know she knew they were there and she'd make it up to her later. first…
irene gave her one last peck on the lips before she massaged seulgi's legs open, pressing her strap against the other woman's thigh, asking for permission. "ready, sweetheart?"
she trembled as seulgi whimpered and pulled her back, wrapping her arms around her neck. seulgi's kisses were raw and hungry, just a little bit desperate, as she replied with a "yes—mmffh—yesyesyes—"
the older woman pumped the phallic head of her toy with the rest of seulgi's spunk that remained on her hand, lubricating it further. they didn't need any more words—couldn't even dream of speaking them with how feverishly they licked into the other.
she simply pointed the tip against seulgi's puckered rim before slowly and steadily entering her with the younger woman's own juice as lubricant, leaking out of her hole.
irene drank in the visual of her lover on the cusp of overstimulation by running her hands all over the woman, capturing the bulging veins at seulgi's neck, the soft indents left by the bindings on her arms, her rigid torso, her quaking legs, her sweat, all of it caused by irene pistoning in and out of her.
"ahhhh, haaahh, ohhh," the younger woman sobbed as their kissing finally culminated. irene felt her body burn up, wet slick slipping out of her at the sound, the smell, the feeling of her domination over seulgi.
"fuck, god, you're so—fucking—tight." irene grunted as she roughly rammed into the presented hole, holding onto the chair for assistance, having half a mind to just pull seulgi out of it and throw her to the bed.
but no, she wouldn't. because there was something else she wanted from seulgi, something the younger woman couldn't give her if faced down.
"are you close?" the older woman growled, her thrusts slowing down as she tried to find the right angle to make seulgi spill over the edge. "baby—"
"almost unnie i—just a little—yes there right there—" seulgi babbled as her arms fell from irene's shoulders, folding up above her head to scratch at the back of the chair while her body pulled taut once again. "fuck!"
irene adjusted accordingly and quickened her pace, spurred on by the cute little moans her lover gasped out at each thrust.
"i'm going t—" seulgi cried, her seed spilling out and shooting out onto her chest. "uhhhn ffffuck…"
irene milked it out of her with only the strap to stimulate, slowing down her pace to an almost lazy tempo as seulgi continued to leak out her viscous cum. "that's it, baby, give me everything."
she watched as seulgi took her dick into her own hands, squeezing out her remaining spunk before slathering it all over her stomach, up between her breasts and then on them.
irene followed her ministrations as if in a trance, breath calming, her own hands joining seulgi soon after. she scooped a bit of the younger woman's seed onto a finger before offering it to her, with her all too happy to oblige and suck irene's finger clean.
"do i look good, unnie?" seulgi had the cheek to ask.
"mmmh," irene affirmed before kissing her once more. "you'd look even better with mine all over you, too, though. what do you think, baby?"
seulgi expression brightened from playful to excited, warming irene's heart. "what are we waiting for?"
yeri fidgeted surreptitiously as joy loomed ever closer; the ground was hard and a little uneven against her back even with the thick wool of the picnic mat, and she could feel her sweat drip along her brow as joy’s breasts pressed against hers.
“i didn’t think you could be any prettier,” she heard joy whisper, and yeri had to close her eyes in response if she didn’t want to be even more obvious with her attraction.
“don’t close your eyes, sweetheart! look right into the camera!”
yeri grit her teeth and tried to bear it as long as she could; the photographer’s voice melting away as the model above her arched her back and pressed further into yeri.
it was easier for joy– the only thing the camera could see was the model’s slender neck and the green-and-white checkered pattern of her top.
she held back a groan as joy inched upwards, the woman’s dick catching on yeri’s skirt just enough.
fuck it.
around them, just beyond the purposefully placed food and cutlery spread about the picnic mat, the staff and photographer gasped and egged them on. all she could feel was the pressure of joy’s smirk on her own lips, the woman’s leg between her thighs, her own arms around joy’s neck.
if they were promoting lipstick that wouldn’t smudge in the heat of an innocent summer love– they might as well test it out, right?
the younger woman spat out a mix of blood and spit onto the dusty training grounds, glaring at the captain that nonchalantly slammed the handle end of a sword right into her side.
irene looked at her like she was worth less than the dirt under her boot.
“shut up,” joy growled out, grunting as she struggled to rise. the heat of the sun beat down on the back of her neck, her vision blurring from the pain. “i don’t need your stupid smack talk.”
“how cheeky.”
joy gasped when the wind was knocked out of her once more, this time from a kick to her hip. thankfully the ground wasn’t made of gravel or else she’d have bruised up her shoulder and cheek from the fall.
“your princess isn’t here to take care of your pretty little face.”
the knight-in-training could only respond with a shit-eating grin, on the verge of blacking out. “you think i’m pretty?”
“oh,” irene chuckled darkly. the captain walked closer, her shadow obscuring the squire’s view of the baby blue sky above them. “you’re undeniably beautiful, sweetheart.”
joy let out a sound between a groan and a scream when irene’s heel met the junction of her thighs and stepped on her dick, the captain unruffled by the violent act.
the younger woman tried her best to squirm away but there was no point; irene had picked up her abandoned sword and plunged it into the ground just above joy's shoulder.
the captain’s own sword lightly tapped on her cheek, drawing a sliver of blood.
Omg bottom!seulgi&top!irene/naughty girl for the lyrics prompt pls pls pls
there was only one rule in the club: no touching.
the rule remained even in the private room her appreciative audience had booked for them, so the evening only went on with seulgi dancing against the lone pole and the woman eyeing her like a hawk.
but the thing is– seulgi was the best dancer in this side of the city, if not the entirety of it. if anyone could break the rules it would be her.
just beyond her sat a woman clad in an unbuttoned blazer showing nothing underneath, apart from the sweep of indiscernible ink that was spread under one breast, right on her ribcage.
“like what you see?” seulgi asked as she approached the woman, slowly unhooking her own top and tossing it aside.
the older woman beneath her lazily looked up through her lashes, smirking as she killed the cigarette in her hand after taking a drag. “you know what i like,” she answered, fingers leisurely making their way up to ghost over seulgi’s exposed nipple. her other hand guided the stripper’s hips against a conspicuous bulge at the apex of her legs.
seulgi’s hands explore the woman’s body minutes later, sneaking under an open blazer, nails scratching against strong, muscular shoulders and arms that pressed her down against the velvet couch. seulgi wasn’t known as a rule breaker– but she could choose to be whenever she wanted.
after all, she couldn’t get fired if she was fucking the queen of the criminal organization that, for all intents and purposes, owned her and everyone in this club.
seungwan is charming, suave, and gorgeous; women blush until their ears are red as soon as she flashes them her smug smirk, grants them her attention, drags her gaze along their bodies. in every room she enters, she becomes the center of attention.
even this one.
"what's the matter, seungwan-ah?" joohyun's whisper is close, velvet voice ghosting across her neck, but seungwan can't see her past the cloth covering her eyes; can't touch her, wrists handcuffed above her head. she can only feel joohyun's weight atop her pelvis, her folds clenching around her aching dick. "isn't this what you wanted? aren't i what you wanted?"
joohyun, the elusive, beautiful, genius older student. everybody thinks seungwan and her would be perfect together. the rebellious playgirl and the straight-laced scholar.
and they are, but...
the older girl is everything she's ever wanted– but she's always imagined joohyun would be the one at her mercy. not this.
she can't voice her complaints with joohyun's fingers knuckle-deep in her mouth. seungwan can only suck on them harder and moan around the digits as the older girl's cunt forms that perfect airtight sleeve for her sensitive, overstimulated cock.
seungwan can't help it, pinned down and locked in place; can't do anything but jerk her hips as she cums inside one–
joohyun refuses to cry out when she's pushed against the wall, though the wind gets knocked out of her from the force. seulgi is a lot stronger than she looks, and joohyun's been on the receiving end of one too many of her manhandling stints lately.
"what do you think you're doing?" she hisses.
the younger woman doesn't bother replying to her question, sneering. "where were you?"
joohyun shoves the arm off her chest, glaring when seulgi didn't stumble, and walks to the vanity to start removing her earrings. "with the target. spiking his drinks. he'll be out of commission for the entire night, so you can plant the papers as you wish–"
joohyun grits her teeth when seulgi slams a hand against the table. "i had that covered. what are you, a rookie?"
the older woman fumes. how dare she, the stupid little kid. "listen, i don't care whatever kind of hotshot you think you are, but i've been doing this since before you hit puberty. i told you, i handle the target, you handle the scene. if you don't like it," joohyun stands and approaches her rage-filled companion, faces her chest to chest. "go cry about it to your–"
this time she can't help the grunt that escapes her as a hand wraps around her neck. the feeling of having her throat at the mercy of someone else is familiar; it comes in their line of work. instead of fear, however, joohyun just feels her anger boil over.
seulgi steps closer, pushing joohyun until the latter's hips hit the first-class vanity behind her. the action causes their pelvises to brush, and joohyun's eyes widen as her hand skims the front of seulgi's slacks. she tears the woman's hand away from her neck but keeps her fingers pressed around the younger woman's wrist. "you like this."
"and if i do?" seulgi challenges, eyes lidded as she grinds forward into joohyun's stiff palm, their argument set aside in light of her arousal and refusal to be ashamed of it. "what about it, joo-hyun-unn-ie?" she mocks.
the older woman abandons the wrist in hand and instead pulls seulgi in by the back of her head.
their kiss features a lot of teeth; biting and nipping at lips, raking over tongues. there's no love in the way seulgi manhandles her to lay on the bed, nothing tender about the way seulgi holds her down with her legs over her hips. but joohyun finds herself dripping for her anyway.
seulgi practically rips her own pants as she pops her hot cock out, the member already oozing precum.
"jesus." seulgi groans, already bucking her hips, but joohyun is fast in slapping the younger's hands away and taking the swollen dick in hand.
joohyun pays no attention to the leaking tip, knowing it would only be pleasurable for her partner. that wasn't what joohyun wanted.
she jacks her dry and from the base of her member, squeezing it every other pump or so to mix in euphoric pleasure with the pain.
"ah!" seulgi hisses as her hands are slapped away once again. "joohyun, what the f–"
in less than a second, joohyun flips them over. "shut the fuck up," she snarls, tugging her dress and slipping off her soaked panties. seulgi tries unbuttoning her own shirt, but she isn't fast enough, her top only half-open when joohyun straddles her once again.
"uhn, fuck."
seulgi's cock fits snug inside of her, and joohyun throws her head back at the fullness she feels because of it. she bounces atop the younger girl, gyrating her hips wantonly. she takes a hand to focus on her clit, ignoring seulgi's attempts at thrusting into her by holding her down with her arm, then her torso, then her bruising kisses.
joohyun screams as she comes, the pleasure blinding. she convulses atop seulgi, until she feels the younger's rutting become desperate, her hands around the globes of joohyun's ass.
but the older woman denies her by slipping away, turning to rest on the bed. "don't finish inside of me," she barely manages to gasp out.
she groans and only twitches more as seulgi decides how she plans to use her. the younger woman pulls her legs up so only her torso remains on the bed, ass up.
"i wonder if you can take another stick up your ass?"
joohyun wants to argue that it was seulgi who was stiff and aggravating about the entire affair, but she no longer has the energy, doesn't even react besides a small moan as the first inch of seulgi's cock enters her.
"oh fuck–"
the younger girl spurts in her ass, not even two inches deep, and joohyun would laugh if the feeling of being flooded with her cum didn't feel so pleasant, so downright dirty.
joohyun grunts as seulgi fully thrusts into her and milks herself dry, turning to look at the look of ecstasy on her partner's face as she climaxes.
christ. at least we can be convincing rivals with benefits while undercover, after that.
