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[theseulgis]

SEULGI, 'Trampoline' @ 2026 Countdown Party By The Beach (cr. sensible k)

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[simpforblackvelvet]

Rough and Ready

Seulgi x Male Reader.

Tags: Cunnilingus, some rough sex.

Word Count: 5k

A/N - Basically two fics combined into one. The grey dress from Seulgi's Wuhan fanmeet blew my mind (scroll a bit down to find it), and this fit with the yellow dress somehow added more to the damage to my heart.

“miss you already… hurry back?”

This is the photo Seulgi sends to me in the morning, as I am trying to finish my 30 minute run, just five minutes away from the resort that Seulgi’s team booked for her.

Not a simple good morning text. Not asking where I am. Just sending me a selfie with her all dolled up, because Seulgi is very aware of the effect she has on me and she knows I will drop everything and run back to her. Seulgi practically has me on a leash, and I am all too happy to oblige anytime she tugs on the proverbial leash.

Under the harsh sunlight, I squinted hard to see her selfie. I see Seulgi wearing a silky pale-yellow (The Red Velvet girls take their representative colors very seriously, as I have witnessed) sleeveless top that clings to her body, the fabric draped low and soft across her chest, the opening for arm big enough to show the soft swell of her left breast, made to look all the more prominent as she is leaning on her left side. Her gray shorts ride high on her toned thighs, the hem teasing the edge of the chair. Her dark hair is pulled back into a low, messy bun with a few soft strands framing her face, and Seulgi is looking off to the side with that calm, sultry expression, lips slightly parted.

My cock twitches hard against my shorts before I even finish processing it. Seulgi’s body looks relaxed and glowing, that yellow silk glowing against her skin, the way her thighs look so smooth and bare. I can practically smell the sunscreen and pool water on her, the faint vanilla of her lotion mixing with the warm Bali breeze. My thumbs shake as I type back “on my way” and I’m already turning around, practically sprinting the last stretch of the run till the resort is in sight.

I find Seulgi still lounging around the pool, her staff nowhere to be seen. She looks at me through her sunglasses and instantly realizes she successfully pulled me to where she wanted me; sweaty and panting right in front of her, eagerly waiting to see what she does next. She stands up from the chair and walks towards me, hands me her phone, and asks, “Could you take a photo of me sitting? I can’t find any of my team members.” and smirks. Seulgi’s smirk is enough to let me know that whatever she has planned for next, she did not want her staff to be present in the immediate vicinity.

I squat down, with her phone in hand, prepared to take her photos. She almost sits down in front of me, her top riding over her back a bit, showing off her toned back, and the hem of her skirt gets pushed up further to remind me how absolutely delightful her bare thighs are. As I get too engrossed looking at her thighs, to make me put my attention back to the task in hand (which is to take pretty photos of her), she purses her lips and blows me a noisy kiss, the kind that hollows her cheeks just a little, and reminding me off all the things she can and has done with her lips. I press the shutter button, back to reality enough to take her photos, but the combination of her body, pose, and approach proving too much for me to think clearly.

Seulgi stands up, checks the photos of hers that I took, and clearly delighted, kisses me on the cheek, still acting innocently as if she does not know just the touch of her naturally pouty lips anywhere on my skin is enough to make me feel like a dog in heat. Seulgi is in a mood to tease me today, and she keeps her lips pressed against my cheek longer than she usually does, slightly parting her lips to push the tip of her tongue against my skin, sending a jolt of lust throughout my body.

Seulgi immediately steps backward, her lips now curved in a teasing smile, as she says, “Baby, can you wait here for a few minutes? I have something I need to find in my bedroom, and we can go have breakfast after I find it.” All I can vocalize is, “yes, baby, take your time.”, because after all these years of being with Seulgi, her touches and invitations still feel like the first time.

After a few minutes, just when I start feeling that my blood has stopped rushing to my cock, I receive another selfie from Seulgi. It is a mirror selfie from her bedroom. She is sitting on the side of her bed, one leg crossed over the other, her skirt riding up even further, making her thighs look like a five course michelin meal, her top thigh pressing down on the lower one so her muscle dimples slightly. “Can’t find what I was looking for. Help me?”

My body starts moving before my mind even processes anything, because my body is well aware of the combination of Seulgi and her bedroom and what usually comes next. I rush from the swimming pool to the bedroom, and push the door open, heart hammering. I see Seulgi sitting on the edge of the huge king bed exactly as if she’s been waiting for me to burst in. She’s still in the same pose as the photo, but now she has her back slightly arched so the satin pulls tight across her breasts. Her bun is a little messier now, a few more strands loose around her face, and she’s looking right at me with that same sultry, knowing smile.

Seulgi tilts her head innocently and asks, “Do you know what I was looking for, baby?” She bites her lower lip, eyes darkening as she continues in a low, breathy voice: “I was looking for that perfect mouth, the one that knows exactly how to lick me slow and deep until my legs shake. And those hands, the ones that pin my thighs open and curl inside me just right.” Seulgi uncrosses her legs slowly, letting them fall apart so you can see how wet she already is. “I searched everywhere, but I couldn’t find them… so I had to text you.”

The leash snaps. I can’t hold myself back anymore, crossing the room in two steps.

I drop to my knees right in front of her on the cool tiled floor, the impact jarring my bones but I don’t care. My hands slide up her smooth calves, over her knees, and hook into the waistband of those gray shorts. Seulgi’s breath hitches audibly. Seulgi plants her feet on the edge of the bed so her thighs part just enough for me to tug the fabric down. I peel the shorts off slowly, savoring the way the material drags over her skin, revealing the smooth, bare, and undeniably wet pussy I’ve been aching for since that photo hit my phone. She’s glistening, her pussy wet and puffy, the soft pink folds shining in the natural morning light, her natural musky scent overloading my olfactory sense immediately.

“Fuck, Seulgi…” I breathe in the smell that is uniquely Seulgi, leaning in and pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss right above her clit, feeling her shiver.

“Mmm, baby…” Seulgi whispers in her sirenlike low voice, one hand threading gently into my hair. “You don’t have to be so gentle… but I like when you start slow.”

I don’t need more permission. My middle finger traces her pink, glistening slit first, slowly, tentatively, spreading her wetness from her entrance up to her clit and back down. She’s soaked completely, a bit of her warmth leaking on the bed already. I push inside Seulgi gently, just one finger to the first knuckle, feeling her walls flutter and clench around me. Seulgi feels so tight, so warm, and the little gasp she lets out as she looks at herself in the bedroom mirror makes my cock throb painfully, but I ignore my own need, focusing on Seulgi’s pleasure only.

I add a second finger, curling them slowly, stroking that soft spot inside her while my thumb circles her clit in lazy circles, my thumb wet from Seulgi’s arousal. Seulgi’s head falls back, a soft moan spilling from her lips as she closes her eyes, “Ahh… just like that baby.”

I lean in, the smell of her arousal feeding my own more as I move closer to Seulgi’s pussy, and replace my thumb with my tongue on her clit, my two fingers never stopping their movement inside her. I lick her clit tentatively, flat and slow at first, then move to licking broad stripes up her pussy, tasting her sweet, tangy arousal. Seulgi tastes like heaven, warm and slick and unmistakably hers. I suck gently on her clit, then flick the tip of my tongue against it while my fingers keep pumping in a steady rhythm. Her hips start to roll against my face, nothing less than a primal dance, chasing the pleasure, and her fingers tighten in my hair. Seulgi opens her eyes again, half lidded with pleasure already, looking at our reflection in the mirror again, me on my knees between her open legs lapping hungrily, her nipples pebbled under her yellow top, her arousal further fueled by watching herself be pleasured this way.

I pick up the pace gradually as my fingers thrust deeper, faster, curling harder with every stroke. My tongue moves quicker, sucking and licking with more pressure, the wet, obscene sounds of me eating her out growing louder. Seulgi’s moans turn breathier, higher, right as her pussy gets wetter.

“Baby, yes, keep going like that.” Her thighs start to tremble around my head as they rest on top of my shoulders. “I’m close already.”

I don’t slow down. I flatten my tongue and press it hard against Seulgi’s clit while my fingers fuck her faster, wet, squelching sounds filling the room. Her whole body tenses, back arching, eyes closed, her thighs wrapping around my head hard; and then she comes with a broken cry as her walls clamp down around my fingers in rhythmic pulses, a fresh gush of wetness coating my hand and chin. I keep licking her through it, my fingers keep moving inside, gentler now but not stopping, drawing out every last shudder as she rides the highs of her orgasm, moaning my name in a soft voice.

Seulgi’s orgasm only fuels my own desire to pleasure her more, pushing her to highs she has not experienced before. I keep going, my fingers bury themselves more inside Seulgi’s pussy now, picking up the pace and thrusting steadily again while my tongue laps at her oversensitive clit. Seulgi’s eyes fly open, breath catching in a startled whine, as she looks at my head buried between her thighs.

“B-baby, wait, it’s too sensitive..” Her voice cracks, but her hips are still twitching toward my mouth, greedy even as she says it, as her beautifully toned thighs wrap around my head harder.

I look up at Seulgi, lips shiny with her cum, locking eyes, showing how hungry I am for her taste and for her pleasure as I say, “Not stopping, baby. If it is too much, use our safe word.”

I dive back in harder this time with renewed vigor, my tongue rougher, sucking Seulgi’s clit into my mouth with more pressure, fingers pumping faster, curling inside her again and again and again. The wet, filthy, almost squelching sounds are much louder now, her juices dripping down her pussy and my wrist onto the sheets. Seulgi’s moans turn into desperate, broken sobs of pleasure, as she opens her eyes again to look at her reflection, face contorted with bodily bliss.

“Fuck, fuck, oh my god, please don’t stop..”, Seulgi’s legs start shaking violently against my head, heels digging into my back. I can feel her second orgasm building already, faster and sharper than the first. Her walls flutter wildly around my fingers, and I smell a sharper, muskier smell coming from her body, signalling her imminent release.

Then Seulgi snaps, her back bows hard, her upper body almost parallel to the bed. A raw, guttural cry tears from her throat as she squirts. Hot, clear fluid gushes over my fingers and straight onto my tongue, splashing my face and chin and dripping down my neck. I keep licking and fingering her through it, drinking her in, the taste flooding my mouth intoxicating me and pushing me to keep going. Her whole body convulses, thighs clamping around my head so tight I can barely breathe, but I don’t pull away.

I keep going relentlessly now, tongue working her clit in tight, fast circles, fingers slamming into her soaked pussy with wet, filthy thrusts, made easier with her squirt but simultaneously difficult with her pussy contracting around my fingers. Seulgi’s voice goes hoarse, eyes rolling back, lashes fluttering.

“Baby, I can’t, too much, ahh—fuck” She’s babbling, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping from the corners of her eyes. Her body is trembling nonstop, abs clenching, chest heaving, nipples pebbled and visible under that yellow satin top, but woefully ignored. Another orgasm crashes through Seulgi almost immediately, even stronger, and she squirts again, somehow harder this time, soaking my face and the sheets beneath her.

I still don’t stop. My jaw is aching and fingers tired, my hand and face drenched in her, my pants straining against my hard cock and wet from the precum from pleasuring Seulgi for all this time, but the sounds she’s making, the desperate, broken little whimpers and moans only make me hungrier and to push her to ecstasy. Her thighs are quaking uncontrollably now against my head, her grip in my hair almost painful.

Her eyes are glassy, half-lidded, body going limp between waves of pleasure as the overstimulation pushes her right to the edge of consciousness. Her breathing is ragged, little broken moans spilling out with every flick of my tongue, every thrust of my fingers. She’s right there—teetering, trembling, almost gone.

Seulgi’s voice cracks into a sob. “I can’t, too much—gonna black out, red, RED!”

I stop immediately at Seulgi using our safe word. I look up at her flushed, wrecked face, cheeks wet with tears, lips parted, chest rising and falling under the rumpled yellow top, and while my body is driven by lust completely, my heart makes me stop.

I move up and hold her almost limp body softly against mine, worry clouding my thoughts, as I ask, “Baby, you okay? Too much?”

Seulgi lets out a shaky, breathless laugh that turns into another soft moan, her fingers gently stroking my hair even as her body continues to twitch with aftershocks in my embrace, as she whispers, “Fuck… I am okay, baby. It was too much, but I loved it.”, voice hoarse and wrecked and so full of love it makes my chest ache.

My worry dissolves completely, an almost smug smile replacing it, satisfied with the way I could push Seulgi to her limits and how well she took it. “That’s my girl. I already can’t wait to travel around the world in 30 days with you, baby.” as I hug her closer and let her ride out the aftershocks of pleasure I was responsible for.

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The hotel room in Wuhan feels like a luxurious cocoon after the electric chaos of Seulgi’s fan concert earlier tonight. The floor-to-ceiling windows frame the glittering skyline of Wuhan, the neon lights bleeding across the river and distant skyscrapers outshadowing the night stars. I’m sprawled on the massive sectional sofa, phone in hand, scrolling through the official Red Velvet instagram update that just dropped. The photo is enough to stun me for a straight minute (even after dating her for all these years, I could never get used to her beauty.) - Seulgi’s looking straight at the camera, those sharp, smoky eyes lined perfectly, lips glossy and slightly parted, the draped neckline framing her collarbones like an invitation. One of her shoulders is bare, another draped with her silky smooth hair. She’s fresh off stage, still radiating that post-performance glow, and I can’t stop imagining peeling it off her right there under the spotlights.

The door to the suite clicks open. Seulgi steps in, still in her post-concert sweats and a loose hoodie, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, cheeks flushed from the encore cheers. She spots me on the sofa and her face lights up with that shy, tired smile that always hits me straight in the chest. “Hey, baby,” she says softly, kicking off her sneakers and padding over. “Did you see the photos? They just posted them.”

I sit up, pulling her down onto my lap before she can protest. My hands slide under the hoodie to rest on her bare waist, thumbs tracing the warm skin there. “I did. You looked insanely sexy in that gray dress. Like you were daring the whole audience to stare. And your navel, good God. So fucking hot in that dress.”

Seulgi laughs, low and breathy, nuzzling into my neck. Her skin smells like stage makeup, faint vanilla lotion, and the clean sweat of dancing under hot lights. “You liked it that much?”

“Liked it?” I grip her hips tighter, voice dropping. “I was scouring through Twitter, watching every single photos and videos of you and thinking about how badly I wanted to fuck you right there on stage. Bend you over the edge of the platform in front of everyone, lift that dress up, and bury my cock in you while the lights were still flashing.”

Seulgi’s breath catches, a shy yet seductive smile playing on her lips. “Baby… that’s so dirty. You know I’d let you if we could get away with it.” Her fingers trace my jaw, eyes darkening. “But since we can’t… what if I put the dress back on for you? Right now. Just us.”

I feel a bit lightheaded, imagining the possibility, asking, “You serious?”

Seulgi bites her lip, already reaching for her phone on the coffee table. “My stylist’s still downstairs packing. One call and she can bring it up.” Her voice turns teasing, that playful lilt I love. “You want to fuck me in it? Pretend we’re back on stage?”

“God yes,” I groan, kissing her hard, excited beyond measure. “Call her. Please.”

She giggles against my mouth, dialing quickly as she enjoys my desperation, sitting on my lap still. The conversation is short and professional, no hint of the actual intention. “Yes, unnie… just the gray one from tonight. Yes, the full look. Thanks.” She hangs up, tossing the phone aside. “Ten minutes. She’s bringing the whole thing—dress, earrings, everything.”

Those ten minutes stretch like torture. I keep her on my lap, hands roaming under her hoodie, palming her breasts through her bra while she grinds slowly against the hard line of my cock, making out like teenagers, restless and excited and messy. “I wanted you so bad on that stage,” I murmur into her ear, just as I stop sucking on her tongue. “Watching you dance, that dress moving with your body, how confident you were tonight.”

“Mmm… you should have texted me, baby.” she whispers back, nipping my earlobe and sucking on it lightly. “I could have worn the dress back to the hotel room and we could have started already..”

A knock at the door. The stylist hands over a garment bag with a knowing little smile and leaves without a word. Seulgi disappears into the bedroom to change, and when she emerges five minutes later, my mouth goes dry, my head empty.

It’s even better in person. The gray fabric drapes over her like liquid smoke, one shoulder completely exposed, the cowl neckline plunging just enough to frame the swell of her breasts. The sheer midriff panel shows off her flat, toned stomach with visible navel, the ruching at the waist cinching everything perfectly before the skirt flows down with that teasing slit up one thigh. Her hair is loose now, straight and glossy like in the photos, the silver butterfly earring sparkling. She’s barefoot, the dress pooling slightly around her ankles on the carpet.

“You like this?” she asks, doing a slow turn. The fabric shifts, clinging to her ass and hips.

“Love that.” I speak in a low, restrained voice, standing up and pulling her close immediately. My hands slide over the silky material, feeling the heat of her body underneath. “Now sit on the sofa. I need to taste you first.”

Seulgi obeys, visibly excited on the effect she has on me as she sinks back onto the cushions, legs parting just enough for the dress to ride up her thighs. I drop to my knees between them, pushing her dress up further. I ignore her bare, wet pussy completely, instead, my mouth finds her stomach immediately, kissing the warm, smooth skin. She tastes like salt and vanilla, the faint metallic tang of stage sweat and her vanilla body lotion still clinging to her. I drag my tongue slowly across her belly, circling her navel with the tip.

“Fuck, your navel is perfect,” I murmur against Seulgi’s skin, licking deeper into the little dip. It’s small and delicate, a soft oval that quivers when I suck gently on the rim. “So fucking cute. Looks like it was made for my tongue.” I worship it slowly, lapping around and inside it, feeling her abs tense under my mouth.

Seulgi’s fingers thread into my hair, a soft moan escaping mixed with a giggle at feeling tickled, “Baby… that feels so good. Keep going.”

I move higher, kissing up the exposed midriff, then detour to her left armpit. The skin there is impossibly soft, warm, with the faintest trace of her deodorant mixed with her natural scent, sweet, musky, a bit tangy from all the dancing at the fansign and not showering. I lick a long, slow stripe along the curve, tasting the subtle saltiness, inhaling hard and nuzzling into the warmth. Seulgi gasps at the novel sensation, thighs squeezing my sides. “Oh god… you’re really worshipping every inch tonight.” she breathes against my head, voice husky. “I love when you get like this.”

I spend minutes there, licking and sucking gently, my hands sliding up her sides under the dress to cup her breasts. Then I move back down to her navel, circling it again with my tongue while one hand finally slips between her legs. Seulgi has been wet ever since she sat on my lap, but she is soaking now, no panties, just bare, slick heat. I finger her slowly, two digits curling inside while my mouth keeps worshipping her bare stomach.

But the need to be inside her has been building for the last 4 hours, and I cannot wait anymore. I pull back, standing and tugging her up by the hands. “Balcony. Now. I want you looking out at Wuhan while I look at your ass and fuck you.”

Seulgi’s eyes gleam with excitement. She leads me to the wide glass doors of the balcony, with a clear, panoramic view of the city. I spin her around, pressing her front against the glass door. Her hands grip the cool metal of the door handles, as I lift the back of the dress, bunching the silky fabric around her waist. Her ass is perfect; round and firm and perky, the skin smooth and glowing under the city lights. I squeeze both cheeks hard, redding them just from the squeeze, as I spread them, mesmerized by the way they jiggle slightly under my palms.

“Baby, I love your ass so fucking much” I groan, spanking her right asscheek with a sharp crack. “So fucking perfect. Tight and soft at the same time.” Seulgi arches her back, pushing back against my bulge. “Fuck me. Right here.”

I free my cock, already throbbing, and rub the head along her slick folds, covering my tip instantly. Then I push in slowly, inch by inch, feeling Seulgi’s walls stretch and clench around me. The dress still covers her upper body completely, the gray fabric draped elegantly over her back and shoulders while her lower half is exposed to the night, for my eyes only.

“Good God, you feel like heaven already,” I moan as I push my length inside her slick, warm, inviting pussy. I grab her hips, and start thrusting slowly at first, savoring how my cock feels the texture and the warmth inside of Seulgi’s cunt, the way her ass ripples with every impact.

Seulgi moans loudly as I push into her, pushing against my cock more, like she wants even more. “Go harder.” She looks over her shoulder to look at my eyes and bites her lower lip. “Pull my hair, baby. Take me, I am yours.”

I wrap her silky black hair around my fist and yank her head back gently but firmly, arching her neck. Seulgi is visibly excited being dominated like this, her face pushed against the glass door, her tight grey dress fluttering in the wind as it covers her upper body, ass bouncing against my hips as I start fucking her harder. Skin slaps against skin, loud and wet and obscene, the smell of her arousal and sweat making me heady with lust.

I spank her again and again when I am not grabbing her hips, alternating cheeks, watching them flush pink under my hand. “This ass was made for me. It’s only mine to spank.” Between my spanks and her moaning my name, Seulgi manages to say, “Yes, spank me harder, I love when you get all horny and possessive like this. God, baby, your cock feels so good inside me.”

The kinky talk flows out of Seulgi between moans as I drive into her from behind, hair still being pulled by my hand. “I’ve been thinking about us going public, you know? Walking the streets of Europe… Paris, maybe. Making out against some old stone wall while tourists walk by. No one would recognize me with my hair down and sunglasses on. But if they did…” Her pussy clenches hard around me once, as if her pussy is responsible to prove the sincerity of her words, making me almost cum then and there, as she smiles shyly looking back at me. “I’d give them a show. Kiss you messier, let you slide your hand under my skirt right there on the sidewalk. Let the world see how much I belong to you.”

Seulgi’s words push me closer than I would like, fueling my possessiveness further. I thrust slower now, wanting to hear what more she has to say, the wet sounds of her pussy and my hips thrusting against her ass almost enough to drown her voice out. I release her hair to grab both her asscheeks again, spreading her wider, pounding deeper. “Tell me more,” I whisper as I lean forward over her back.

“I want to ride you in a café in Rome,” she pants, voice wrecked. “Skirt hiked up under the table, your fingers inside me while we drink espresso. Or in Berlin… fuck me against a graffiti wall at night, my legs around your waist. Even if someone films it, I don’t care. I’d moan your name loud enough for the whole street to hear. You’re mine, baby. And I want everyone to know.”

Seulgi’s body starts trembling, both from my relentless pounding and spanking and from sharing her public fantasies with me. I feel her walls squeezing against my cock rhythmically, attempting to drain my cum ASAP. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” she cries out. “Don’t stop, baby!”

Seulgi cums hard on my cock, thighs shaking, a gush of wetness soaking my balls and dripping down her legs. The moans from her sirenlike voice fills my ears, as I keep thrusting through her orgasm, drawing it out, her pussy clenching rhythmically around me as it feels the bliss.

I’m right at the edge myself, cock throbbing, balls tightening, holding myself back from cumming just to hear her fantasies in full. “Seulgi… I’m so close.”

She pulls off me suddenly, spinning around with a wicked, breathless smile. The dress is still perfectly in place on her upper body, draped elegantly over her chest and shoulders, the sheer midriff now slightly damp with sweat. Seulgi drops to her knees and whispers, “Cum on me,” looking up with eyes laced with lust. “All over my face, my chest, my stomach. Mark me in this dress, ruin it for everyone else.”

I stroke myself fast, impossible to hold myself back anymore. Seulgi opens her mouth, tongue out. The first burst of cum lands across her cheek, dripping down to her lips. The next hits her chest, painting the gray fabric and the swell of her breasts, covering the perkiness from her left nipple with a bit of my cum. I point lower with my cock as the last streaks of my cum shoots across her stomach, covering the sheer panel and leaking to her navel. Seulgi moans softly, catching what she can on her tongue, the rest glistening on her skin and the expensive dress.

Seulgi looks up at me from her kneeling position, a smile of pride on her cum-stricken lips, her grey dress ruined by my cum, marked by it, as she licks her lips, adjusts her messy black hair and suggests, “Keep a memoir of this, baby. Take a photo of what you did.”

I grab my phone from my pocket, snapping a quick photo of Seulgi exactly like this: kneeling on the balcony, gray dress still draped elegantly over her torso, face and chest and stomach streaked with my cum, the Wuhan nightlights painting her in neon and shadow from behind her. Her eyes sparkle as the shutter clicks.

I pull her up gently, kissing her cum-smeared lips, tasting myself on her tongue. As we wrap each other with our bodies, standing and looking at the Wuhan city sights, I cannot help but feel a strong sense of warmth and love, Seulgi’s confession of her fantasies making a permanent mark in my heart.

Seulgi murmurs, nuzzling herself closer in my embrace, “I meant what I said about Europe. It doesn’t have to be in Europe, but it definitely has to be you.”

[stormentsims]

Seulgi inspired lookbook (cc under the cut)

hair, tiara, earrings, necklace, t-shirt, shorts, warmers, tights, birthday sash, garter, boots

hair, sunglasses, necklace, top acc, coat*, shorts, belt*, stockings, shoes

hair, top, shorts*, tights, nails, pumps

hair, veil, tears, necklace, dress, gloves, tights, shoes

hair, hat, shirt, skirt, tights, boots

hair, hat, top, skirt, tights, boots

hair, sunglasses, top, skirt, bracelet, tights, boots

hair + bow, necklace, sweater, skirt, socks, shoes + warmers

hair, t-shirt, shorts, socks, shoes

hair, hat, top, bottom, shoes

hair, choker*, outfit*, leg warmer*, shoes

hair, earrings, blouse, shorts, gloves, boots

hair, top, pants, choker, bracelets, glove*, boots

hair, choker, top, acc top, skirt, arm warmers, tights, boots*

15-25 outfits links here

*paid but you can find it on dhm

[totalsellout]

IRENE & SEULGI TILT, 2025

[dazzlingkai]

IRENE & SEULGI 'TILT,' 2025

[ggidolsmuts]

Shotgun Honeymoon - Red Velvet Seulgi

"Hey baby bear, want to watch a movie tonight?" You hug Seulgi, but she quickly breaks herself out of it.

"A-Ah, I have to go workout, don't wait up."

"Again? You just went in the afternoon!"

"Yeah uh, I ate a lot for dinner, so I'll go do another session." She darts into the bedroom to change.

"Don't push yourself so hard, this was supposed to be a vacation!" Aaaand she's out the door, great. What is supposed to be a relaxing resort stay with Seulgi has definitely turned frosty. She was happy the first night, but she's been distant ever since, avoiding you and hiding herself at the resort gym, and you have no idea what or if you did anything wrong. You have two more days to figure out what's wrong before you're back in Seoul and returning to normality.

"Miss Kang, so good to see you back so soon!" The quizzical receptionist greets Seulgi at the gym entrance.

"Ah hi yes, I'm just here for a little extra workout."

"I do have to mention that we're closing for the night soon, but you're free to use the facilities until then."

"I won't be long, thank you!" Seulgi goes to a bench and begins her workout of crunches and hip raises to expend her energy—she pushes herself for a while before the receptionist has to call it quits for her.

"Euahhh! Thanks, I'll be out of your hair shortly!" Seulgi's body is burning with soreness. She sighs on the bench—there's a reason she's pushing herself so hard, trying to wear herself out before she goes back. Her hand drifts to her flat tummy, the focus of her workouts, the source of admiration from fans and fellow idols alike, but also the source of her current frustrations.

It's too flat!

Her hand drifts further down, and Seulgi has to catch herself before any cameras catch her—she so dearly wants her belly to be round, but only from a very specific reason: Bread.

Specifically bread of the procreation variety, the kind that takes nine months to ferment. Seulgi's so down bad that when she was in child's pose earlier all she can think about is being plowed and sown and having one of her own, praying that her wetness isn't soaking through her workout tights. And whose bread she would like to grow? Why he's back in the suite, probably unpacking and getting things all comfortable for her.

She sighs and heads back to the room from the gym for a second time, and this time things get unbearable.

"Hey, come here, let's talk." Seulgi is surprised by your bear hug, strong arms wrapping around her possessively.

"H-Huh, wait, let me go!"

"No, what's going on, you've been distant this whole trip. Did something happen?" Seulgi can hear the pout, and it just makes her feel guiltier—here you are concerned and worried, when all Seulgi can think about is getting you naked and underneath her.

"L-Let go, I'm so sweaty!" She struggles, and her latent arousal grows as you continue to "restrain" her with your arms. She's dragged to the love seat and sat in your lap, but she jumps off you as soon as she can. "I'm sorry, it's not you, it's me!"

"What?" Her words sink in and you jump to your feet "A-Are we breaking up? Oh god—"

"No no no we're not!" She grabs your hands and kisses you. "If anything, I think I like you too much."

"Then tell me what's going on."

"I, I know we talked about it, I just really want your baby."

"Yeah, but we agreed on being careful before we get married." You remind her gently.

"I know I'm sorry I just— You know I get umm..."

"Horny? Clingy?" you soften your words for Seulgi.

"Let's go with clingy. It happens when that part of my cycle comes around. It just hit especially hard this time..." Seulgi's blabbering now, the words rushing out of her. "And of course it happens when we're on vacation and it's even harder to avoid you, because I actually don't want to avoid you. Every night I see you come out of the shower I just want to jump you with no protection and let things happen. But that's not fair to you and I can't expect you to be the reasonable one and stop me every time so I try to workout extra hard and tire myself out so I won't have the energy to do that and I— Ahh I'm not making much sense am I?" Seulgi's a bit of a mess—she's definitely horny (you've sat back down and Seulgi naturally got in your lap, and she's been grinding and squirming subtly on you the whole time), but she's also conflicted, half kissing and half sniffling against your neck.

"No no, you made some sense. But we should get married first right?" That has always been a sore point of contention, despite the agreement—the two of you were married in all but name, except it wouldn't do to have a wedding just yet, not while Seulgi's an active idol.

"Yeah I know, I know—" You hold a hand up to shush her.

"This will sound crazy, and I'll do it again in the future, however you want me to do it, but for now: Kang Seulgi, will you marry me so I can knock you up?" The proposal was ridiculous, outrageous, absurd, infinitely more horny than romantic, both of you completely unprepared and poorly dressed for the moment.

But it was perfect.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Seulgi's tongue is in your mouth immediately, a giddy giggle escaping her as your tongue pushes against hers. "How is this going to work?"

"We're going to register our marriage, as soon as possible. But your word is good enough for me, so this is now our honeymoon." The implication of what happens on a honeymoon doesn't so much as hang in the air as it does dangle in front of the two of you like a delicious baguette.

"O-Our wedding would still be a shotgun wedding then." It's a bygone conclusion in Seulgi's head that she's going to be bred before then, and she gets even wetter.

"Technically it's won't be a shotgun wedding, because there the guy marries the girl because she got pregnant."

"And it's different for us because...?"

"I'm marrying you to get you pregnant. But your career would—"

"Shh deal with that later, that's the most romantic thing you've said to me." Seulgi's kisses you again lovingly, and for a moment she's happy to settle for an intimate moment, but—

"There's just one slight problem, you forgot to account for one thing." Seulgi looks at you a little confused, and you watch her pupils dilate in real time as she feels your hardness now pressed against her. "Me." Your hands drift to her waist, and you're pulling her even closer to you.

"How do you think I feel, seeing you come back home wearing your tight workout clothes all sweaty every night?" You lean in, disregarding Seulgi's sweat and kissing along her collarbone. "I don't have a cycle, so I always want to knock you up."

"Ahh!" Seulgi gasps as you slide fingers across her exposed waist. She's paralyzed by arousal, making itself very apparent between her legs and across her chest. She has been so caught up in managing her own desires, she didn't think about the effect she had on you.

"And if you're extra tired, that just makes things harder for me." Your whispered words flow into her ear, to her brain, and then straight down her spine to her horny core. "What's stopping me from holding you down and doing whatever I want to you right now?"

"Y-You would, now?" It suddenly hits Seulgi fast that she might get the very thing she wants the most in the world right now, right away.

"Right in this chair if you can get us naked without having to leave it." Your words whip Seulgi into action, and she's tugging at your t-shirt, pulling it off you. You help her out of her top the way a truant helps the class president on a group project—looking on at her all dopey as she does her thing. Seulgi takes charge, pushing your shorts down as much as she can, and then she's stuck.

"Fuck I—" She tugs on her own tights, but said tights are far too taut around Seulgi's tight toned thighs. She plants her feet on the chair, trying to stand up, wobbling but staying in it best she can, and it is far too dangerous.

"Seul!" She doesn't listen, and you have to forcefully bring her down. With two hands on her hips you tear the durable fabric apart, giving Seulgi enough purchase to properly spread her legs. "This is good enough." A pull of her plain black panties aside and you're sliding into her.

"Yes!" Seulgi whimpers, and you have to hold her still to gather yourself—you haven't seen Seulgi quite this needy ever.

"Just wait a moment, I'm not going anywhere! What were you thinking, trying to stand on the chair, it's dangerous!"

"I wasn't thinking, and you shouldn't be either." You swallow a moan as Seulgi squeezes herself around you deliberately. "Do you feel it?" She squeezes you again.

"Fuck Seulgi yes." Your hands drift to her midriff, trying to hold her still, but it is a futile effort as her pussy contracts around you yet again.

"That's how much I want it right now, it's all I can think about. If you want it as bad as you say you do, stop thinking until you've pumped this flat belly full and round." You don't have it in you to fight Seulgi, and as soon as your grip on her relaxes, her grip on you tightens, shamelessly grinding back and forth in your lap. Her teeth nip into your earlobe as she whimpers filthy nothings into your ear, thanking and begging you for the cum you're going to pour into her.

"M-More oppa, I need more!" Breeding Seulgi is a two-person job, so with a gratifying clap you grab her ass and begin shoving her up and down your cock. The love seat scrapes against the floor as Seulgi emphatically joins in, planting her knees and bouncing herself on your cock crazy please-knock-me-up style. There's no time to admire the way her midriff moves, or her entire body rolling to take your cock deep, or her little mewls into your neck—Seulgi's doing all of this to yank your cum out of you, playing tug-of-cock in your lap.

"Giveittome pleasepleaseplease!" The words come out in a rush as Seulgi peaks, and if you thought she was squeezing you earlier, it is nothing compared to the way her pussy tries to pull your cock deeper into her, and you lose the tug-of-cock all too willingly. You hold Seulgi down on your spewing shaft, splattering her walls with thick seed as she stays rooted in your lap, and the first round of planting your seed in Seulgi reaches a satisfactory end.

"It feels so warm, you're so warm in me..."

"You're so hot around me too." You're still half-hard, and you can feel Seulgi still squeezing you. "You'll need to wait a bit for round two."

"We have the whole day tomorrow, this is enough to satisfy me for now. Ooh, somebody liked that!" Seulgi feels the twitch inside her when she says the words "for now". You look around, but one key thing is out of reach—tissues!

"Wait, don't stain the couch!" You scooch the two of you forward a little to let anything drip on to the floor, but Seulgi has an easier solution. She lifts her hips slightly and quickly slips her panties back into position. The resulting view is arguably more satisfying—instead of your load dripping out of Seulgi, you watch her black panties get stained white, the blanc spot spreading across the noir fabric, visual representation of what's happening inside of her as well.

"I should've worn something looser." Seulgi gets off you, slightly struggling to peel off the torn tights.

"I'll get you a new pair, sorry."

"No I have plenty, it's not a problem." Seulgi follows your gaze—you're still looking between her legs, at her panties keeping your load in her. "What is it?"

"Isn't it going to stain?"

"I can always buy more, I'd rather keep it from leaking."

"You can always get more of that too." You hug her, waddling the two of you towards the bathroom. "Maybe give you a little more in the shower?"

"Not tonight, sorry, I want to prepare for tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? What's happening tomorrow?"

"Nothing, just a bit of self-care, do you want to shower first? I'll be in there for a while." You let Seulgi go first, and she takes so long she has to shake you awake. She's also clearly tuckered out, for by the time you're done showering she's already tucked under the sheets.

"Sleeping?"

"I was waiting for you." She pulls your arm across her body, letting you settle on her midriff, hand over her tummy intentionally. "Thanks oppa."

"I want what you want, I love you."

"Love you too, good night."

You wake up late next morning, and Seulgi's nowhere to be found again. You quickly fire off a text to her, and she tells you to come to the pool. You throw on some clothes and quickly realize you shouldn't have bothered.

"Hey dear." Seulgi's lounging by the pool, wearing a strapless bikini top, a blue floral dress, and a gorgeously ruinable midriff. She puts her book down and gets up, sauntering over and leaning against the window, posing for you like she's done countless times for photoshoots. "Is that your morning wood, or are you just happy to see me?"

"Yes, both, is this what you were preparing?"

"Perhaps, why don't you undress me and find out?" Except this isn't a photoshoot, this is Seulgi dolled up and offering herself to you; she loosens her dress, revealing the matching navy bikini bottoms she has on. You hold her by the hips, pressing her against the cold glass surface and kissing her.

"God you're amaz—"

"Ah ah ah, save it for when we're naked." You quickly strip, but Seulgi's still waiting for you to do the honors. Off goes her top, but when you pull off Seulgi's bottoms you're too stunned to speak—Seulgi's completely bare down there, pink lips blushing amongst pale skin. You had grown used to Seulgi keeping things neat, so seeing her completely "naked" was unexpected, to say the least. "S-Stop staring and say something."

"You're amazing." You immediately run a hand down her body, feeling her unexplored skin and delving a finger past her lips. "Is this what you were preparing last night?"

"Yeah, I— Mmm right there! I wanted to watch us clearly, to see you going in." Both of you are glued between your legs as your morning wood slips into Seulgi's morning warmth, and the sight of your tip pushing apart Seulgi's rosy lips threatens to split your brain in two. She's similarly out of it, eyes blank and unfocused at your shaft sliding into her. "Fuck, p-pull out, I want to see it again."

You've had Seulgi multiple times, and it's not like she's been blindfolded when it happens (not always, anyways), but this is the first time she's asking to watch you plunge into her. You lift her hips, giving her an angle she can look down at, and you pull out, making sure she can see your base and balls heavy with baby batter. You shove yourself back in, and Seulgi throws her head back hard enough your hear her thud against the glass.

"Oh fuck, are you okay?"

"Don't stop, fuck..." Seulgi doesn't even notice her own bump, instead imagining the bulge between her legs and the bump you're going to give her in a couple months. She draws you in, and with her legs wrapping around you you have to pin her to the glass, your tip pressed against her cervix. "Oh yes, right there!" Her fingers dig into your hair, twisting and pulling you to face her. "You have to cum right there, I want to feel it!"

Seulgi's possessed, frenzied, and she's dragging you down with her. The pool is a small private one for the suite, but what you're doing with Seulgi quickly becomes public knowledge as you start hammering her against the glass, making her whispers and whimpers turn into yelps and cries of pleasure. She wriggles her hips every time you hilt inside her, as if willing you deeper, wanting to feel you press against her womb. Her eyes drift, inching to roll back in her head, but she closes them tightly and knits her brows, as if trying to keep her sanity.

"Fuck I can't oppa, I can't! I'm going to cum!"

"Then do it!"

"Nngh no! I want to feel you cum, need to know you're cumming in me."

"Baby bear, if you're going to look like this, there's no way I'm not filling your tight little belly up." Just the promise of you filling her up has Seulgi clenching around you. "So just let go and cum, or I'll make you." You start slamming up into her, and her expression disintegrates, eyelids drooping and lips lightly parted as she grunts and takes your brutal babymaking thrusts. She gurgles, and sharp nails dig into the back of your neck as she starts to cum. Her legs go weak, no longer staying wrapped around your hips, but you don't stop, pushing through her contracting warmth, as if to say—

You're not milking me for my cum, I'm pumping you full of it!

With a growl you push up and into Seulgi, making her leave her feet, and she's effectively impaled on your cock as you burst, thick potent cum surging into her, turning her womb into an infinity pool—filled to the brim and overflowing off the edges. Her eyes are blank, staring past you into the sky, wholly focused on your warm load being pumped into her, toes curling uselessly in the air. The flow into Seulgi seems to not slow down, and she so dearly wants to put a hand on her tummy, to see if you're bulging her with cum, because fuck Seulgi's starting to feel heavy.

When her feet touches the floor again she almost slips, partly because her strength has left her completely, and partly because she's stepped in a puddle of your cum, evidence of just how much you put in her—you've leaked so much out of her and she still feels full! She fidgets her toes, your cum thick and sticky between them, no doubt thick and sticky inside her as well, and a cum-lust takes over Seulgi.

"You okay Seul?" She's slumped to the floor, kneeling in the puddle of slick and cum without a care.

"Yeah I just need mo— Need to clean you up." She takes you in her mouth, servicing you all over, cleaning your shaft and your balls with sloppy drool and slurpy tongue. Seulgi takes her time with it, and if you didn't know any better, she was trying to get you hard for another round. When you're hard and poking into her cheek she releases you, and for a moment you thought you might be wrong, as she stands up and walks away, going to pick up her discarded clothing. Yet oh so slowly she bends over, picking up her bikini with the same deliberate slowness she cleaned your cock with, and you recognize it for what it is.

A fucking invitation, in every sense of those two words.

Seulgi keeps still as your hands grab her hips, and she's quickly rewarded with your tip pushing past her still-creamy lips. Her legs go weak again, and you follow her down to the floor, rutting into her doggy-style. Seulgi's a little embarrassed at just how brazenly she's asking for it, but it's clearly working for both of you as you reach over to paw at her chest, having your way with her as she whines and moans. It's almost hypnotic the way her thighs and and ass jiggle as you pound into her—this is Seulgi at her juiciest and most delectable, and a low rumble escapes you as you get close. She reaches back to grab your thigh, but she need not have worried, and a few thrusts later you're emptying yourself into her. Seulgi triggers her own orgasm too, rubbing her clit to make sure she drains you thoroughly. This time she stays there, letting gravity help her keep your seed in her.

"You really want this huh, last night was not just a moment of craziness?" You're sitting down next to her, watching her in the ridiculous yet lewd pose of her ass still perched in the air as she rests on the floor. That makes Seulgi sit up.

"Did you think I wasn't serious yesterday? Was everything you said yesterday just... Playing along?"

"N-No! I do want to marry you, but I wasn't sure if you wanted everything else to happen so quickly, this weekend." Seulgi's in your lap again, just like last night.

"I do, I want us to start a family as soon as possible." Seulgi snakes her arms around you, hugging you tightly. She sits her hips down on yours, making sure you feel your spend oozing out of her. "I remember everything you said last night, I'm treating this as our honeymoon, so as long as it ends in you finishing in me, you can do anything you want, have me anytime you want."

"As much as I want to, we need to take a break at least for lunch." You can't believe it, but Seulgi's pouting that you can't fill her up again right away. "I'm as serious as you are, so I'm here if you need me for anything. Don't!" you warn her immediately, knowing the next words out of her mouth would be her needing you to knock her up. Reluctantly she stands up and finally leaves your lap, and she disappears into the bathroom to clean up and be presentable for lunch in the resort.

You could not have forseen how lunch would become a complete mess, or rather, how you became a complete mess, because Seulgi was downright irresistible. She dressed plainly, a sundress befitting the warm climes, but the only thing plainer than her outfit were her intentions.

"Seulgi, see anything you like?"

"Oh, whatever you want. Whenever you want. I like everything I see, it all looks so delicious!" Instead of the menu she's staring right at you, bedroom eyes fluttering for all to see. Any hot-blooded male would have wondered if you were mad, not skipping lunch and just taking Seulgi back to the room for a thorough pounding before coming back out to eat. You jump when you feel a stray foot touch your leg, running it up and down your limb.

"Hello and welcome, may I take your order?"

"Yes, I'll have the carbonara pasta." You answer, ignoring Seulgi's foot dancing up to your knee.

"Very good sir, and for you miss?"

"Mmm nice and thick. I am— I mean, I'll have, what he's having." Seulgi doesn't even take her eyes off you, barely sparing the waitress an iota of attention.

"I'll make that two then."

"Oh I hope so too."

Seulgi wants twins?!

The knowledge that Seulgi wants you to breed her is fucking you up so hard, everything sounds wrong and lewd and filled with innuendo, just like Seulgi is filled with— no you have to stop!

"What are you thinking about oppa?" Seulgi knows, she fucking knows the effect she's having on you. "Was there something else you wanted to eat?" Like me?

"No, was just thinking about dessert." Even that sounds lewd coming out of your mouth.

"We can have that back in the room." You can have me back in the room.

"Y-Yeah, sounds good." Seulgi simply stays quiet, tapping at her phone, and you quickly bury your gaze in your phone too. Soon you feel her foot being naughty again, and you see Seulgi with her head resting on her hands, leaning forward and looking at you intently. "What is it?"

"Hmm? Nothing." She picks up her phone again, and this time your phone buzzes.

*Just waiting for us to finish lunch, so you can go back to knocking me up*

You look up from the message, and Seulgi's just looking at you again, as if she hasn't just sent one of the most depraved messages you've seen from her.

"Do you want to just get it to go?"

"No, we should just eat since we're here already." The pasta arrives, and Seulgi manages to clumsily knock a fork off the table. "Sorry."

"I'll get you a new one Miss."

"It's okay, five second rule."

"Please, I insist."

"Thank you!" Seulgi hands the fork to the waitress, but she doesn't get up from under the table. You're halfway into your first bite when you feel Seulgi's hand creep up your thigh, reaching through your shorts and boxers to get to you. You feel your own legs get pushed open as Seulgi settles in between them, quickly stroking you to full hardness right in the restaurant. Oh fuck, how large is the tablecloth, or is everyone just watching Seulgi give you a handjob under the table? You don't get another moment to think though, as Seulgi gets far more daring, pushing your shorts up your thigh and nestling her cheek right against the bare skin. Surely not— She starts sucking.

Kang Seulgi is giving you a blowjob in the middle of the restaurant. 

You try to close your legs, to squeeze Seulgi out from under there, but she keeps you spread. You can hear the soft suckling noises she makes, her lips enveloping your tip and tongue swirling around it, and you just pray that you're the only one that can hear it.

"And here's the fork."

"Fuck... I mean fork, t-thank you, thank you for the fork! She went to the bathroom, she's not anywhere else!"

"I see..." Oh god, does she see? Is Seulgi's feet poking out from underneath or something? The waitress walks away without another word. Seulgi gets back to eating you, and you're dangerously close to popping.

"Seulgi!" You hurriedly tap her with your knee, but it is of no use. The audible gulp of Seulgi going deep on your cock is enough to send you soaring, and the fork in your hand is trembling as you unload down her throat, feeding her thick and creamy pastaless carbonara. The fork hits the table with a thud as Seulgi finally retreats, surfacing back in her seat, tongue swiping the last of your cum from her lips. "What the hell was that?" Seulgi beckons you closer to hear her whisper.

"I couldn't wait for us to finish lunch to have you fill me up. It was either that or I ride you in the restaurant, so I settled for you in my mouth." You're left speechless as she starts on her plate of pasta. Kang Seulgi settled for giving you a blowjob in the middle of the restaurant. "Hurry up and start eating!"

You somehow manage to finish your lunch without further distractions from Seulgi, and with her half-eaten lunch packed in a container ("I had plenty right before," she said happily to the waitress) you find yourself back in the room with a fidgety Seulgi.

"So, dessert?" she asks, already slipping out of her sundress.

"I'd say yes except you kinda just reset the cooldown on things in the restaurant."

"And is there no way I can help with that?" She plays with her underwear.

"Just a little time, please."

"Okay, take your time, I'll just be in the bedroom warming up."

"Warming up?"

"Exercise, stretching, fertility rituals and home remedies, the usual." You're staring and silent as Seulgi saunters into the bedroom, leaving her sundress pooled on the floor in front of you.

You sigh as you sit on the couch, only for your phone to immediately start buzzing.

*I lied, I'm not really warming up*

*I'm touching myself thinking about what we'll do as soon as you're ready*

*my fingers don't stretch me half as well as you do*

*is it helping? I hope it is*

You had a sexting phase with Seulgi, back when she was traveling for her world tour, and her baby fever seems to have pushed things up a notch as she continues.

*I thought about getting some local remedies you know? But I know you wouldn't approve*

*you're right* you tap out.

*shouldn't you reward me for that, I know just how you can do it*

*anyways so I got some home remedies from Korea, my parents said it worked for their friends and they all have grandchildren now!*

*oh I shouldn't be talking about our parents should I? Not very sexy*

*let's just say I took it this morning before you woke up, gave me a morning lake for your morning wood, and I took it before lunch too*

That explains the under-the-table action you got from her, it's from all the under-the-counter home remedies she's taking!

*are you ready yet? I'm trying so hard to not come out and ride you so please don't make me wait too long*

*what are you wearing?* You rise from the couch.

*just my underwear, should I take it off now?*

*you choose*

You get up and cross the suite to the bedroom, finding Seulgi tucked underneath the covers.

"Thought we could do something a little more playful."

"And because you wanted to leave me guessing." Seulgi beckons you over with a finger.

"So come over and find out." You strip off your clothes and slip under the covers, only to find out that you're at the wrong level of undress. The duration of one kiss is all it takes to rectify that mismatch, and with a hand on her hip you're able to spoon your fork-dropping woman, sliding into her with ease.

"You're so damn wet bear."

"The home remedy works." There's no rush, and it's so easy to thrust slowly into Seulgi's drenched heat.

"So, got it from your parents huh, or should I start calling them mom and dad too?"

"Oh god stop! We are not talking about them now." Seulgi reaches for your hips, urging you to go faster.

"I'm surprised they're okay with it, given that you know, we're not married yet."

"They understand, ah! Given my line of work. You've met them already, they like you, they're not going to complain if I want to hurry the timeline a little." Her legs tangle with yours, squeezing you as you hit deep in her.

"Did you get me any home remedies? If you're going to pull a stunt like the restaurant again I might need a little help."

"Oh, I thought you would get some from your parents, maybe our parents could share recipes—"

"Okay, we are not talking about my parents right now."

"Then shut up and fuck me, you won't need any help, it was so thick and salty in my mouth."

"The pasta right? Yeah it wasn't the best."

"Only if you want to give me a food baby. Was talking about what's stored here," Seulgi grabs you between the legs playfully. "So thick and sticky, I'm sure you can give me a proper baby." She groans as you thrust again, and this time her hand around your neck is a little more urgent. "Less talking, need to feel you put a load in me, and then again afterwards. Fuck me roughly, fuck me gently, I don't care just fuck your wife!" You do as she asks, pushing Seulgi on her front and rolling yourself on top of her.

You press your chest to her back, hugging her tightly as your hips churn into her relentlessly. Seulgi moans and tightens around you, spreading her legs to give you maximum access. Her legs kick up uselessly as she wails and cums, and you bask in the knowledge that only you can make her feel like that. Knowledge is definitely a powerful drug, and knowing that Seulgi didn't hesistate to tell her parents of all people that she's trying to get bred is kicking in, making you drive your hips that much harder into her. You feel imperious: Seulgi's your wife, and you are going to mate her.

Mate.

You roll Seulgi on her back and spread her wide, making her yelp in surprise as you plunge back deep into her. She lets out a shrill cry as you pound right at her womb—if any round was going to knock her up, this would be the one to do it!

"My wife, mine!" you rasp, hooking her legs and bending them back to get better access. You're half squatting now, the bed helping you bounce a little and really pound Seulgi into the bed.

"Yessss yes yes yes!" You're leaning over her, putting all of your weight on Seulgi's hips. She's going to be sore, but she can take it, she has the strength and flexibility to take you—Seulgi's trained to be an idol after all.

Trained to be bred.

You groan and explode with a triumphant shout, plunging down into Seulgi and staying there. She cums with you, and watching her beautiful face dissolve into sheer ugly orgasmic pleasure you feel a rush similar to the seed that's rushing into Seulgi's womb at the same time—omnipotence, only you get to see her like this!

"I love you, I love you so much, I'm so happy..." she's babbling, hugging you with what strength she has left.

"I love you too Seulbear." You stop pressing into her and back off, giving Seulgi a little room to breathe, but all she wants to do is cling to you, legs trying feebly to wrap around you. You settle for lying halfway on top of her, letting her feel your presence still on top of her, but not suffocatingly so.

"It's going to happen isn't it? You were so deep." she asks.

"I hope so, did it hurt?"

"A little, but then I felt you and it— It was so hot, like you were everywhere in me. It felt so good." Seulgi's glowing, a sheen of sweat on her forehead somehow making her look even better. You kiss her lovingly, and Seulgi's surprisingly aggressive, sucking on your lower lip, tongue reaching out to tangle with yours.

"I want to do it again." She tries to push herself up, but can barely lift her off the bed. "In a little bit."

The two of you settle for ordering room service and never leaving the room for another meal again. Seulgi's nickname may be bear, but the two of you fuck like rabbits the rest of the trip. The tiniest of provocations is enough to trigger an extended breeding session—if Seulgi ever happens to be below your hips it's an excuse for her to get you hard and get pumped shortly after. You so much as sit down on any surface and Seulgi's liable to appear and bounce on your cock until she's dripping cum all over said surface. On the last night Seulgi bending over and catching your eye while she's packing is enough to get her out of her shorts and you into her as soon as said shorts hit the floor.

Morning comes with Seulgi riding you, grinding in your lap with the abs she worked so hard for, happy with the knowledge that this weekend just ruined all of it for the near future.

"We really should have slept," you manage between groans of pleasure. 

"We can sleep after we're done." Seulgi squeezes you expertly, having learned just how to get you fully drained over the many sessions of babymaking sex. "On the way back!"

"Fine, let's finish it together." You reach for her clit, and with a deft touch you trigger Seulgi's orgasm and let go yourself, filling her up for one last time. Over the trip you've definitely outdone the resort restaurant—you've filled Seulgi up far more than they have, that's for sure.

The two of you stumble through checkout and the airport, the two of you snoring loudly the entire flight back. After a long and sore week at work you finally meet up with Seulgi again, and you hug her happily as she enters your home.

"Hi honey, my wife." You could only call her that here. "Fancy work event?"

"You're calling me that now? I guess, hi hubby." She pecks your cheek before continuing. "Hmm, I like oppa more still. Yeah, fancy shmancy, kinda boring. You sure move fast though," Seulgi adds pointedly.

"Huh? Oh, sorry, I should get us rings soon shouldn't I, even if you can't wear it outside."

"That would be nice, but you should probably get something else too." She waves her phone at you.

Test kits, of the pregnancy kind.

"You mean— Already? How do you feel?"

"Nothing really yet, it's hard to explain, but just haven't felt fully myself this week. Maybe I caught something on the trip, but if I did, you would have caught it too right?"

"Yeah, I feel fine though, so..." You grip her hands just that little bit tighter. "It's really happening, how are you feeling? You should take it easy and rest up, I can drive you back."

"Shh, we don't know yet, don't jinx it." Seulgi leads you to the bedroom. "And since we don't know yet, we should keep trying until we're sure." You're pushed to the bed and Seulgi starts getting on top of you.

"Besides, since the trip I haven't seen you all week, so if you think I'm leaving without fucking my husband at least once you're very wrong."

You say the only thing a good husband would say in this situation.

"Yes dear."

A/N: Long overdue for an ask from best drink @friskyriskywhisky, literally one year ago sorry! Her recent pics are fire too, thanks for reading!