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The Recording Studio

IU X TAEYEON X MALE READER

GENRE : SMUT, SLIGHT SMUT, A BIT OF YANDERE

The fairy lights strung across the recording studio cast a whimsical glow on the room, but the atmosphere was anything but light. IU, perched on a plush stool, pouted at Y/n, her flawless features marred by a frown. Taeyeon, sprawled on the couch, mirrored the pout, a playful glint warring with a flicker of possessiveness in her eyes.

"This melody feels… lost," IU whined, kicking her legs listlessly. "It needs your touch, Y/n."

Her voice, usually a saccharine delight for fans, held a husky undercurrent that sent a jolt through Y/n. He met her gaze, captivated by the unspoken challenge shimmering in its depths.

"Maybe it needs a little more… fire," Taeyeon countered, her voice dripping with playful seduction as she leaned closer to the microphone. "Like the kind you brought to my last single, remember?"

The comment hung in the air, a thinly veiled jab at IU's usually innocent persona. Y/n fought back a smile. The competition was fierce, every suggestion, every shared glance, a desperate attempt to win his favor.

Days bled into weeks, the recording studio transforming into a battleground of whispered compliments and suggestive touches. IU would linger after sessions, humming the melody with a breathiness that sent shivers down his spine. Taeyeon, the confident seductress, would rewrite lyrics, her fingers brushing against his arm, lingering a beat too long.

The sexual tension crackled through the studio, a potent undercurrent to their creative collaboration. Yn, initially flattered by their attention, found himself increasingly entangled in their web.

One particularly grueling night, after countless revisions and a growing tension that choked the air, Yn slammed his laptop shut.

"Alright, ladies," he sighed, exhaustion etched on his features. "Maybe we need a fresh perspective."

Silence descended, thick and heavy. He caught their exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between them.

"Let's call it a night," IU finally said, her voice devoid of its usual playful lilt.

They retreated to the rooftop patio, the cityscape shimmering below like a fallen galaxy. The comfortable silence stretched thin, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within them.

"Yn," Taeyeon finally spoke, her voice laced with a vulnerability that surprised him. "This… isn't working, isn't it?"

Yn looked at her, then at IU, who stood gazing out at the city, a storm brewing in her eyes. "It's… complicated," he confessed, his voice strained.

"Complicated?" IU scoffed, whirling around to face them. "Or are we just pretending this isn't some twisted fantasy we've all gotten lost in?"

The truth, harsh and undeniable, hung in the air. Their desire for him had become a dangerous game, fueled by possessiveness and a competition that threatened their friendship and their careers.

Yn felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He never intended for this to happen.

"We can't keep doing this," he said, his voice low. "It's… unhealthy."

A heavy silence descended, broken only by the distant hum of the city.

Then, to Yn's surprise, it was IU who spoke. The anger in her eyes had softened, replaced by a quiet understanding.

"You're right," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "We can't keep fighting over you like some prize."

Taeyeon stepped forward, her gaze locking with IU's. A silent conversation passed between them, a newfound understanding replacing the animosity.

"But maybe," Taeyeon finally said, her voice husky, "there's another way."

Yn's heart hammered against his ribs. He wasn't sure what she was suggesting, but a sliver of hope flickered within him.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

IU took a step forward, her eyes searching his. "Maybe… we could share you."

The suggestion hung in the air, a scandalous proposition that sent a jolt through Yn. The idea was as crazy as it was exhilarating.

"Share me?" he echoed, his voice stunned.

Taeyeon, a mischievous glint in her eyes, stepped closer. "Think about it, Yn. We could give you an experience no one else could."

IU's lips quirked up into a small smile. "An experience that would blow the charts wide open," she added, a playful glint in her eyes.

Yn felt a slow smile spread across his face. The tension that had been suffocating them began to ease, replaced by a delicious thrill. Perhaps, just perhaps, there could be a way for them to have it all.

The kiss that followed was electric. It started with a hesitant brush of lips, a testing of boundaries. IU, ever the innocent idol in the public eye, surprised Yn with the raw passion that exploded as their lips met. Her touch was a whirlwind; soft yet insistent, a plea wrapped in a demand.

Taeyeon, observing from a step back, watched with a possessiveness that morphed into a reluctant fascination. As the kiss deepened, a low growl rumbled from Yn's throat, his hands finding purchase on IU's hips, pulling her flush against him.

A single tear escaped the corner of IU's eye, a tear of desire and a hint of fear. The innocent image she cultivated crumbled under the intensity of their shared need.

Yn felt a pang of guilt at the tear, but it was quickly overshadowed by the heat burning in his veins. He pulled away from IU, his breath ragged.

"Easy," Taeyeon murmured, stepping forward and placing a hand on his chest. Her touch was cool and calming, a stark contrast to the firestorm ignited by IU.

Yn looked at her, his mind a whirlwind. This was madness, a forbidden dance they were weaving. Yet, the thought of letting either of them go was unbearable.

"We can do this," Taeyeon said, her voice a low murmur. "We can make it work."

Her words were laced with a quiet confidence, a promise that sent shivers down his spine. He looked at IU, searching for confirmation. Her gaze met his, her fear replaced by a fierce determination.

"Yes," IU rasped, her voice thick with desire. "We can make you a melody unlike any other."

The night air crackled with unspoken desires. The rooftop, once a place of contemplation, became a stage for their forbidden passion. They shed their carefully constructed personas, revealing raw emotions and a hunger that could no longer be contained.

Taeyeon's touch was different, a slow, deliberate caress that sent shivers down his spine. Her lips trailed down his neck, sending a jolt of electricity sparking through him. IU, bolder now, unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers tracing the planes of his chest, igniting a fire deep within him.

Their kisses were a symphony of need and exploration. Three bodies intertwined, a tangle of limbs and whispered promises. The line between competition and collaboration blurred, replaced by a shared surrender to the intoxicating reality of being together.

As the night wore on, inhibitions fell away like discarded clothes. They explored each other's bodies with a newfound reverence, a shared understanding blooming amidst the passion. It wasn't just about physical pleasure; it was a forging of intimacy, a delicate dance of trust and desire.

With the first rays of dawn painting the sky a delicate pink, they collapsed onto the cool rooftop, breathless and exhilarated. The forbidden taste of their love lingered on their lips, a secret melody only they could hear.

They knew this path wouldn't be easy. The world they lived in wouldn't accept their unconventional love. But as they lay there, entangled in the aftermath of their passion, they knew they were stronger together.

They had traded competition for collaboration, creating a melody of love that resonated far deeper than any song they could ever write. As the first rays of dawn painted the sky, a comfortable silence settled over them. The rooftop, once a battlefield of competition, was now a haven for their forbidden love. They lay entangled, a tangle of limbs and whispered promises.

But amidst the euphoria, a possessiveness flickered in their eyes.

"Yn," IU murmured, tracing a finger across his chest. "This changes everything, doesn't it?"

"Everything," Taeyeon confirmed, her voice a low purr.

Yn, still dazed from the intensity of their shared pleasure, nodded. Their love was a melody he would never forget, a composition only they could perform.

"From now on," IU continued, her voice laced with a newfound possessiveness, "you only write for us. No more composing for other cute girl groups, okay?"

Taeyeon squeezed his hand, her grip a little tighter than necessary. "We're your muses now, Yn. The only inspiration you'll ever need."

A shiver ran down his spine. The playful competition of the past had morphed into something deeper, more possessive. He knew they wouldn't tolerate sharing him with anyone, artistically or romantically.

A part of him, the rational part, balked at their demands. But another part, the part awakened by their intoxicating touch, couldn't help but be enthralled by their yandere possessiveness.

"Alright," he finally whispered, his voice husky with unspoken desires. "You got me."

He knew he was walking a tightrope, but the melody they had created together was too intoxicating to resist. He would be their muse, their prisoner, their forbidden love song. The world might never know their secret symphony, but in the quiet corners of the studio, and under the cloak of night, their love would continue to burn, a melody of passion and possessiveness that would forever bind them together.

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