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"so are you ovulating?" || ningning x succubus!reader

notes: i actually wrote this fairly quick, but finding the right pics for the moodbaoard actually pissed me off erm.. but first of all FIRST NINGNING FIC WE CHEERED

cw: tail sex (kinda), succubus!reader, top!ning, bottom!reader, mentions of a singular man

wc: 4k

after the ‘feeding on your unnie’ incident that had happened a few months ago, your performance was phenomenal. with all that energy you gained from that one night, plus some extra other nights following from then with jimin unnie, it was as if your every move, every note and every emotion was amplified by tenfold. you were on fire and the audience could feel your passion for performance burning brightly with every stage you did.

your mentors and managers commented on how energetic you had been for the past couple of months, how your performances were absolutely phenomenal, the knetz weren’t on your ass - which was surprising since almost half of them were all the time. the western fans said that you were, quote on quote,“serving cunt” in the recent solo weverse live you did… whatever that meant. even your own members were surprised at how active you were throughought day and night.

but like everything in life, things weren’t bound to stay all too well.

a few days ago you tripped on stage, and to make matters worse, it was in front of your fans. the audience heard a small little thud and spotted you on the ground looking at the ceiling for a few seconds before you stood up embarrassingly. luckily this was the first take, you had other opportunities to do your very best with the smidge of energy you had left.

knowing your fans, particularly your stans - either they’d make a meme out of you spacing out on the floor, or, they’d spam hashtags all over twitter saying “SM PROTECT YOUR ARTIST” or something around those lines.

not only did that happen, but whilst you were preparing to record your lines in the studio, that familiar pain you would get whenever you were starved from energy came back ten times worse; it felt like you were being pierced in the stomach.

jimin noticed your pained expression and squeezed your shoulder in reassurance as she entered the recording room, but it kind of translated wrong in your head, causing you to moan out loud into the mic in front of your directors - not to mention you could hear yourself through the headphones echo. jimin chuckled lightly “what’s up with you?” then left the room a moment afterwords.

fast forward to the present day. a mundane and repetitive one. you had a photoshoot early in morning and a small meeting sometime in the afternoon and then you were free to do whatever you wanted afterwards. you thought that maybe some vocal lessons later in the evening would distract you, but you were pretty sure your vocal teacher was out with his husband drinking today. good on him, it buys you more alone time, and alone time makes you think about what to do about your situation.

on to more pressing matters, aka your raging desire for sex.

it randomly hit you hard while walking back from the company to your local seven eleven. you thought to distract yourself with buying a sweet treat for everyone, but instead you began to feel dizzy “ouh.. this isn’t good” there wasn’t a bunch of groupies following you around the block to your own misfortune, and it was still bright outside.so what was there to do about that urge?

it’s not like you could message jimin unnie out of the blue and ask to fuck. where was the decorum? plus you’re in the middle of promotions, what if you drain too much energy that she’s unable to perform the next day.

and it also didn’t help that your internal monologue was fucking you up.

“shit, do i just ask the manager to… NO- ew what the hell am i thinking? he’s way older than me. nevermind. why did i think about that jesus christ.”

your options were slim. it was either wait for night, go to the practice rooms and prey on a cute trainee, with consent of course - or go ask jimin unnie again and risk exhausting her even though you just started promotions…

you wondered who was at home right now.

you recalled ning going straight back home as soon as the meeting had finished. you could always ask? i mean she is your unnie after all, it wouldn’t hurt to ask to her.

ah, but it would be awkward though. it’s not like when jimin unnie walked in on you tweaking out and then you had to shamefully ask her to “help you out”. either way you had to go home and do something about it. being out in the open wouldn’t be good for you anyway. anymore stress and you could lose your mind, probably going out of your way to do something that would be highly illegal, and you wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

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on the way home you couldn’t suppress your excitement. you had already made up your mind to ask ning if you could, you know, do something nasty. multiple scenes were made up in your head. she could bend you over the table, press you against the wall and limit your restrictions with her pretty hands, or maybe she could shove your head into the pillow and pound into your desperate pussy.

as opposed to jimin, you never caught ning wound up in her own thoughts, nor staring at you in a sexual manner. whether it was pracitce, a stage, any event with the members, or an upcoming show, you had never caught her once. maybe she did look at you while you were dancing promiscuously as a joke. even so, her expressions were so nonchalant that even if she was, you would never be able to tell… though that thought alone excited you even more. who knows what her pretty little head was thinking about.

although jimin said to tell the other members about who you actually were to prevent you from being too awkward to ask your members for help, you refrained from doing so because well… you’re just like that, what else. how were you gonna do it anyway- hold a meeting in your apartment around the dining table and say that you need sex to stay active and alive? then what, they’ll eagerly accept the fact that you literally need to be inside of them, or vice versa, so you can get up on stage and preform as if it was a regular ass day.

those five minutes you spent daydreaming and thinking about telling your members were stopped abruptly by the door in front of you. when did the walk home become so quick.

then you started to think once again.

would ning be the type of person to go out of their way to help you? yes she’s that type of person, however, does that mean she would willingly want to have sex with you… god, you don’t know her ‘that’ well. you’re close, close as how close a lifetime friend could ever be, but still, things would be weird if she ultimately says no to your request.

“you’ve been staring at the door for an awfully long time y/n. are you coming inside or do you want to stare at the door a little longer?”

fresh out of the shower, yizhuo greets you with a friendly smile followed by a giggle. her towel sticking against her body showing off the curves of her hips.

oh fuck, why does she have to be wearing that now.

“did you just finish showering? also, girl… get back inside. what if someone sees you with just a towel on” the aroma of your shampoo wafted through the air “you smell good…” you all were tight on money this month, so you all shared things like perfumes, shampoos, pretty much all products you and the other members owned. each time either one of your members had applied your shampoo, god, you had such perverse thought about them, wanting to ravage them until they couldn’t walk or even stand

“yeah i ran out of mine- and yours was newly opened so you know” she had been looking way too good recently, not saying that she never did look good, but there was something about her that made you feel extra desperate and needy. the wetness between your thighs spoke for themselves “let’s go in. i need to talk to you quickly before my brain explodes” yizhuo cocked her head in confusion, reluctantly following your lead, closing the door behind her as you walked into your guys’ apartment.

you followed behind her as she led you to your shared bedroom, looking up because you didn’t want to turn yourself on even more by staring at her ass “wow, the ceiling looked nice. a pretty beige colour… what the hell am i doing” you thought to yourself with a heavy sigh, looking back down and regretting it immediately. you noticed that yizhuo turned around as you locked eyes with the front of her cream coloured bath towel.

as perceptive as yizhuo was, she noticed a little black swish behind your back. she just played it off, too tired from all the practice, so she thought she was hallucinating a tail or something of the sorts.

now, being both the youngest and the least serious members of the group, you rarely ever had a heart to heart. to talk one to one with each other with the tone you had used, yizhuo must’ve thought that there was some topic you couldn’t bring up with the eldest “hey what’s up? it’s been a while since we last talked seriously” her damp hair against her soft looking skin, the fresh scent of soap and the way she looked at you with worry in her eyes. it almost drove you off the edge. she was so tantalising that you almost missed your cue to speak.

“uh- um, you know how we’ve been besties since i came to korea right?”

“yes”

“and you know we said that we’d always tell each other anything right?” you glanced around the room, avoiding her gaze while your fingers unconsciously played with the fabric of her bedsheets.

“yes…?” ning pondered for a while “…are you going to confess your undying love for me, is that what this is?” she cackled.

“WHAT? no, no- i think that might be less shocking than what i’m about to say” you take a deep breath in hopes to stifle the sound emitting from your booming heartbeat “okay so like, hypothetically speaking, would you have sex with any of the four of us?” for a god awful few seconds you sat tensely, waiting for yizhuo to say something.

“are you trying to redirect my attention from a more important question girl?” her eyes rested on your face, heartily laughing until she released you were being totally serious.

scratching your arm, you let out a sigh. it would be better to ask her directly wouldn’t it “you don’t need to analyse me like that. i was just saying-”

you could charm her into agreeing, but in the long run you’d feel like a horrible person. charming a person came with moral problems, and you strictly told yourself that you would never do that to a person. ever.

��yizhuo… can we- can you do me a favour?” your stuttering caught her attention. you simply couldn’t bring yourself to ask, it’s strange out of the blue.

“mhm mhm, what do you need”

“you”

“me?”

“yes.” with every fibre of your being you held back a variety of different ways to scream out ‘JUST FUCK ME’ biting your lip to help fight back a blush. it’s odd to blurt out ‘im a succubus. let’s have crazy passionate intimate gay sex right here right now’

hold on- does she even know you’re a succubus? “listen, it’s going to sound absurd and you probably think i’m not sober, but can you hear me out” it was still weird to outwardly say that you were in fact this demon thing that sucks people dry, literally. saying it to jimin was no easy feat, but you were obviously losing your damn mind that day. and then you have the other two members too? now was not the time to think about what you’d do in the near future, you were hungry and yizhuo was right in front of you, practically naked “are you, by any chance, okay with maybe” your gaze darted around the room before you locked eyes with her “maybe having… sex? maybe?”

“ohhh, okay i see how it is. you’re ovulating” she spoke with a dead serious tone.

you were losing your mind. you couldn’t tell if she was fucking with you or not. but in all honesty, yizhuo did think you looked like you were ovulating with the way your thighs pressed together. yup, ovulating.

your heart began to race as you increasingly became desperate within seconds. you felt feverish, hot to the touch while your head throbbed. almost a whole two months without tending to your needs ended up with you succumbing to the symptoms “please yizhuo. i need you to do something, anything- i feel like i’m gonna die actually”

“woah woaah, let’s calm down. you’re not gonna die silly. is it just-“ yizhuo paused for a while, coughed and maybe even hesitated to say the word “sex. is that all? it can’t be too bad. plus if it’s with you, i don’t mind…” yizhuo’s words were genuine. it put your mind at ease.

“you don’t understand though. it’s like… it- i don’t know” you pout at her with the remaining energy left in your body “it’s alright- i’ll ask other people, it’ll be okay” sluggishly pushing yourself off yizhuo’s bed.

“no no, i get it. you wanna relieve stress, i get it” from what you could understand, yizhuo was trying her absolute best, trying to relate with your problem “we’ve all been there. the company doesn’t allow us to go out and meet other idols like that so it was eventually gonna happen. i mea-“

“it’s not about that, yizhuo” your eyes darken, a desperate sigh emitting from your lips “ah, whatever…” with trembling hands, you held yizhuo’s in yours, momentarily silencing her as you sit back down on top of the smooth sheets of her bed “if you’re not okay with doing ‘this’, then will a kiss be okay?” there was a hint of softness to your voice, the rest shrouded with seriousness “it won’t be enough for me, but it’ll keep me… sort of stable” you shut your eyes as you press your forehead against hers, sharing the warmth “please, that’s all i ask for”

she whispered “a kiss? i can do that. it seems fun.”ning, inches away from kissing you, smiled sheepishly. her gaze drifted briefly towards your lips before finally shutting her eyes “and if it’s with you i think i’ll be okay”

you took this as your opportunity to kiss her softly on the lips. a quick peck really. a surge of energy coursed through your veins for half a second before coming to a stop.

that’s all the energy you’ll take from her, and the most you’ll take for the next couple of days “mmm… thank you yizhuo” though it was a sweet couple of seconds before it broke off, the sweetness of her lips left a longing impression on you.

yizhuo asked for “one more kiss?” growing in confidence, she leaned into another, her eyes fluttering shut as she melted into your embrace. though you were unsure, you gave into the moment, savouring her delicate lips. her fingers tentatively reached for your shirt, grabbing you and pulling you in closer. as the kiss intensified, yizhuo’s hands journeyed down your back, directly pushing dow so your chests were pressed together “do whatever you want…” her breath hitched as you trailed down kisses from her jaw down to her neck, taking the time and effort to not accidentally leave a huge hickey there. you replied by pushing her back onto the bed, the loose towel that wrapped around body fell apart easily, exposing yizhuo’s pretty tits. she paid no mind, letting you do whatever you pleased.

“god, you’re so pretty” you climbed onto the bed, straddling yizhuo’s waist as you carefully removed your t-shirt.

she burned holes through your face, why was she staring so hard all of a sudden? “how are your eyes are pink, y/n” taken aback, she sits up and examines your face. she raised her hand and waved it in front of you “is this thing real?” tilting her head in confusion.

“it is real- mmh?” a jolt shoots right up through your spine and then down to your core out of nowhere. ning held your sleek black tail, rubbing her fingers against the weird leathery texture, caressing and prodding at your poor flimsy, slightly erect(?) tail, as you let out a soft sigh. “yizhuo…” you mewl pathetically “that- that feels weird”

“does it now?” her tongue darted out, licking the centre of your heart shaped tail with the ever so subtle tug at the corner of her lips “sensitive much” a couple more licks and kisses to your tail and you were pretty much done for.

time to time you forget that you have some sort of libido increasing, aphrodisiac power. the kiss you two shared may have affected her. well it definitely did. the increase of confidence radiating from the older girl was way different in comparison to her usual self. cause by now you’d expect her to be a little more gentle with you.

flipping positions, yizhuo held you down with her two hands with a devilish look on her face “if it’s sex you want, then i’ll make sure to fuck you till your begging for me to stop” her hand travelled down your tail, stroking it as if she was stroking your dick. never before had someone do something like that to your tail, but my god did it feel so fucking good.

she toyed with it, prodded and poked the tip of it and sucked it with her pretty pink and plump lips. the other hand cupped your chest, fondling over your boobs to get a feel for her own satisfaction “i could get used to this…” being on top of you, she had the advantage to do whatever she desired, and also because you were too weak to move at all “what do you want y/n? want me to fuck you with my tongue or my fingers. you choose”

you chose the latter.

throwing your head back onto the fluffed up pillows, yizhuo waisted no time and went to her destination. not one, but two fingers pushed deep inside of your pussy, stretching you out so good. her lustfully hooded eyes looked down at you, absorbing in the expressions of your pleasure contorted face “how’s it feel? want me to add another for you baby?”

unable to answer her question with words, you nod eagerly, wanting nothing but her fingers to fill you up. so she did, adding in a third finger since you asked to cutely with that nod of yours. now knuckles deep inside, that same devilish grin spread across her face. you unconsciously buck your hips up, smiling wearily at yizhuo “so.. so deep” your moans urged her to immediately start moving. she started out nice and slow, curling her fingers at different intervals to squeeze out those lovely moans of yours. every thrust, she explored your spongy walls, testing out the waters to see which place hit the best for you. then as time went by, she gradually built up her pace until she came to her desired speed.

three fingered merciselessly pounded hard into your tight cunt, your juices leaking and dripping onto yizhuo’s bedsheets, and the sounds of your wetness leaving the chinese girl in awe. noticing the way your hips began to meet with her speed, her hand that played with your tail slowly slided towards them, holding you down by the stomach “let me do all the work” driven by your moans, she leans down to press a hungry kiss on your lips, then leaving a hot trail of kisses down from your neck and onto your perky nipples.

swirling around the hardened bud on your chest, a guttural moan catches her attention “you like it when i suck on your tits, huh?” her thumb pressed against your swollen clit as she muttered those words, all the while still paying attention to your sensitive tits. she enjoyed the way you tried to wriggle your hips in attempts to move them, and how your hands clutched the sheets with pure desperation. she felt hazy, maybe a little bit tipsy somehow, but all she wanted to do was fuck you until you were screaming her name.

as her fingers continued to slide against your walls, hitting the right spots at an intense speed, you felt a knot form in your stomach. you were so desperate for relief, needing to buck your hips into her palm to get that sweet friction you felt on your clit, but she didn’t allow you to do that; her hand still resting on your stomach to stop you from squirming “yi-yizhuo~” you whined, teary eyes staring at her with a pitiful look “please yizhuo.. r-rub my clit please~”

and who was she to deny you.

though she didn’t do exactly what you wanted, she did something way more better. moving away from your nipples, she lowered herself down onto the bottom of her bed to shove her face right between your thighs. tongue darting out her mouth, she gives a few kitten licks on your clit, savouring the sweet essence of your pussy for a starter. those tiny kitten licks turned into something much more. the tip of her tongue circled against your heat, occasionally wrapping her lips around to give you a quick suck before continuing to lap your soaked folds up to your sensitive clit.

the stimulation drove your crazy. you never knew that yizhuo was so skilled at this. still thrusting those three fingers inside of your now pulsating cunt, at the hot and wet kisses and licks she left on your clit, she knew - and you knew, that you were on the verge of toppling over the edge. but it wasn’t enough for her “is that good, hm? does my needy baby want me to fuck her harder?” yizhuo somehow had the strength to speed up, fucking your hole as she moans at how well you’re taking her.

those words vibrated from your core and sent shivers across your spine, leaving goosebumps all over your skin - in which also made you clench around her fingers.

fuck, it was way too damn good. you felt your legs shaking, jaw opening wide, stomach tightening and that course of hot pleasure travelling through your entire nervous system “close- close yizhuo.. don’t stop” your words came out slurred, a few unintelligible praises and swears being ripped out of the back of your throat as you felt yourself on the edge.

with one final deep and hard thrust, your jaw slacked open as your orgasm was pulled out from your body, legs twitching and spasming as you repetitively screamed out yizhuo’s name alongside even more praises. for a minute your body fell limp against the bed, exhausted from the mind blowing orgasm yizhuo gave you, and also from the built up stress you had from promotions.

now full of the sexual energy you gained from yizhuo, you spring upwards, patting yizhuo’s head gently “t-thank you… i feel refreshed…”

the older girl finally sat up after she cleaned you up. wiping her face and chin from the juices that dripped all the way down, she flashed you a smile “with that tail of yours, and those pink eyes, you’ve got to be a succubus… right? to answer her question, you nodded, cheeks red from her straightforwardness.

“y-yeah. you’re right… wanna go again?”

“only if i bottom next”

#recs #MORE?????#KAYE THIS IS GOING TO RUIN THE TOUR #WHAT TOUR?#THE WORLD TOUR (my tbr list)

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lovelaetter · 3 days ago

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02 — a cure?

masterlist

— pairing: kim minjeong x scientist!reader

notes: got so invested on the worldbuilding part of the fic, but it all came out good... i hope! but also another note, i fucking copy and pasted the fic twice and i didn’t realise so i had to go downstairs to my pc to make the whole process faster 😭

cw: pwp, smut, noncon, virgin!reader, g!p, gangbang, clones, minjeong has a panic attack, drugging, blood, needles, injections, non consensual experiments, unethical practices, violence, use lf guns, the mutants AGAIN

wc: 12k

the things that you and minjeong had done only a few hours ago endlessly replayed in your mind since the very minute you had woken up. and to be quite frank, you wanted to do it all again.

her touch lingered on your skin; thighs so soft and delicate that it sent involuntary shivers alongside your back picturing her silky thighs pressed against your head.

but now was not the time to bring it up. with a cough you tossed over your neatly folded lab coat towards minjeong’s direction - which was a surprise to the latter considering your unkempt appearance yesterday. following the lab coat was the fake id you always kept to the side for situations such as these ones.

it was urgent that you and minjeong had to get out of the facility before anyone senses something strange in the air. your colleagues were quite perceptive after all. somehow they’d notice really minor things such as the pressure in the room changing abruptly.

“about what happened last night…” after catching the smooth plasticky card in her hands, minjeong pushed herself onto her feet with a groan that blended into the creaking of the bed, ruffling her blonde locks as she blatantly avoided your unwavering gaze “was it uncomfortable?”

“no. it was- uh, really good… you tasted good…” inside the room fell a heavy silence. a few shuffles heard from you as your hands needed to fiddle with the fabric on your coat, and as for minjeong, she held tight onto the card, scratching its surface with her short cut nails.

“yeah?” between the two of you was an unbearably wide gap that was itching to be closed. a couple hitched breaths sounded as the two of you stood in an odd silence. that was until minjeong inched closer and closer to your already hot and bothered body “can i maybe return the favour…?”

“i- i don’t know…” your response came out in short breaths, pulse quickening as you caught onto her words “i’d like you to, but what if i react weird”

“who cares. i don’t know if you knew, but you were quite vocal when you were eating me out” she chuckles, once again ruffling her own hair out of her face.

“mmm… okay then” now that it was your turn to be on the receiving end of minjeong’s ministrations, you - like previously, didn’t know what to do with your hands or legs, well your entire body to be fair. so, now you were stood frozen up against the wall, trapped between minjeong’s petite body and her seemingly toned arms that you didn’t notice prior.

fitting for minjeong’s mischievous personality, she flashes you a quick cheeky grin before leaning into your neck, leaving tingly open mouthed kisses on your skin “you… you were too cute last night… hard for me to resist… especially when you’re so clueless about… these things” as she spoke with each kiss, not only did her silky smooth voice send jolts up your spine, but the way her hands languidly travelled from your waist all the way down to then tenderly caress your thighs had you silently begging for her to do whatever she wished with your body.

hot breath fanning against your lips for the second time since last night, your heart almost leapt out of your chest by how close you were in proximity to her doll-like face. her porcelain like skin glimmered underneath the saturated light on your bedside table, highlighting her features in a way you weren’t able to gaze upon last night. needy hands caressed her cheek, feeling that same smooth skin against the warmth of your palm.

in return to the soothing touch that rested on her cheek, with a smooth motion, minjeong’s knee slid between your thighs, parting them ever so easily. you felt a wave of heat wash over you in that moment, realising just how effortlessly minjeong turned your mind into putty with nothing but a little friction on your clothed pussy “so reactive too…”

as her hands hastily unbuttoned your fastened pants, her soft lips pressed against yours, catching you in a heated kiss. tongue slipping inside, both hers and your moans muffled together as minjeong’s hand manoeuvred your hips around to grind against her knee, prompting you to throw your arms around her neck to bring her in closer.

“can i?” a few seconds after unbuttoning your pants, her knee moved away from your parted thighs, and instead, her hand cupped over your heat “please?”

you nodded with a gulp. she instantly pulled away the flimsy fabric to reveal your damp pussy, her fingers hovering over your throbbing clit “promise i’ll be gentle. it’s your first time after all” she snickered annoyingly, earning a light punch from you to her shoulder.

“shut up- mngh, your fingers…” minjeong didn’t give you time to respond back. instead, she immediately went to trace soft and gentle circles around your clit; a small huff escaping your lips from the feather-like touch.

“already soaked, huh?” she cooed into the shell of your ear, collecting the slick that dripped from your hole and onto your exposed inner thighs “i haven’t even done that much and your pussy is drooling for my fingers… so naughty, y/n”

those words, the way she uttered your name with such ease, the intensity of her piercing gaze melting into a subtle gentleness once it had landed on your face - god, it was electrifying. it made you weak in the knees, almost stumbling over as her voice delicately caressed each syllable of your name.

“fuck… it feels like- like my body is on fire” your body squirmed around as she continued to gently rub your clit in lazy motions.

although you didn’t really seem to care too much last night, you were suddenly aware that your walls weren’t as thick as minjeong thought they were. seeing as how she continued her work, not giving a shit whatsoever, your free hand flew to your mouth, covering the obscene moans threatening to escape “aww, no fun doc. move your hand aside” rather than simply swatting away your hand, she held your wrist above your head, pinning you against the wall with her painfully strong grip “let me have the privilege of hearing me take your first”

preparing you with some more extra teasing touches on your now swollen clit, minjeong licks a long stripe down your neck with a devilish grin “min… jeong. that tickles~” you giggle between breathy moans, but it all came to a stop once her fingers began to caress your folds in an overwhelming manner. thighs closing around her hand, minjeong clicks her tongue - not in annoyance, but out of slight frustration. you couldn’t help it though. her slender fingers, and that delicate touch of hers, made your once hushed whimpers turn into a much louder moan “ha… hah~ fingers feel good”

“i can make it feel so much better” slowly, ever so slowly, minjeong pushed one finger inside of your tight pussy, paying close attention to your reactions just in case you showed any signs of discomfort “relax for me y/n… i promise it’ll feel amazing” she moaned out once she felt the warmth envelop around her.

upon the foreign intrusion, your eyebrows furrowed, mouth fell open as you adjusted yourself to the new sensations you were feeling inside “nngh— so long~” you whine aloud as you slightly buck your hips into minjeong’s hand “i-is that… is that all?” tears were somehow already forming in your eyes, creating this sort of puppy like expression minjeong found extremely arousing. eyes glistening in the light, and that small pout on your face as your free hand held tight around minjeong’s wrist, stopping her from making any sudden movements flipped a switch in her head.

“it’s not. i think you should take one more finger for me… think you can do that?” as much as you thought you couldn’t take more than just one finger, you nod, not wanting to disappoint minjeong.

minjeong watched closely as her ring finger disappeared into your tight hole, the squelching noises of your pussy satisfying her needs. you, however, felt as though it was too much. streams of tears rolled down your cheeks with the addition of another finger added inside “ahhn— you can- haa… you can move, right now… p-please?” words didn’t come out of your mouth the way you wanted them to sound, in which minjeong thought was so amusing since she thought you spoke fairly formal.

so she listened, gliding her two fingers in and out, watching how your face contorted in pleasure once she had hit a spot that made you react more “there… ah- there feels good…”

“oh? that’s where you’re sensitive, huh…?” she cooed in your ear with that honey-dipped tone of hers, causing you to shudder.

fingers hitting deep inside of you, she curls them, pressing against a spot so sensitive that your words came out with a high pitched whine “can’t… can’t- so good”

minjeong hadn’t even started, and yet here you were, writhing and squirming pathetically trapped between the wall and her “i’m gonna get rougher from here… i can’t help myself. you’re just so reactive and it’s turning me on way too much” her last thread of sanity finally snapped, rhythmically thrusting her fingers in and out of you sopping wet hole with a speed that couldn’t be described even by you.

“fuck… oh, fuck y/n. your pussy is dripping” minjeong could feel her body heating up, getting way more affected by your moans than what she had anticipated. from the way you were clenching around her fingers, the moans that you struggled to contain, how your body reacted to everything she was doing. it was like she was trapped in some sort of daze.

she couldn’t help it, really. she needed to take your first in a way that it would be impossible to ever forget about her. so, with the hand that pinned your wrists above your head, she lowered them down to your heat, her fingertips grazing over your swollen clit, teasing around the sensitive bud.

she was losing her cool, her composure. but at this point she couldn’t care less if she appeared desperate in your eyes. as she carried on playing with your clit; fingers mercilessly ramming themselves into your tight pussy, your reaction was to bite down onto your fist to stifle any incoming moans that.

“ngh… min- minjeong… slow down~” your voice came out in a high pitched whine. it was like you weren’t able to control how your words came out. at the end of almost every sentence, you had to end it with that whiny tone.

“sorry. i don’t feel like stopping anytime soon” her two hands focused solely on pleasuring you, bringing you to an array of feelings you had never felt at such intensity before. it was all too overwhelming for your first time, but you guess you wouldn’t have it any other way, especially if it was with minjeong.

“don’t hold back your voice. let me hear more of those noises you make” your moans and cries increased in volume overtime, but now you couldn’t care less. all your thoughts were filled with minjeong, minjeong and more of her as her fingers kept on pumping inside of you; the sounds of your own soaking pussy being fucked rough echoing into your ears “oh fuck… just like that y/n. keep moaning for me like that”

minjeong was completely lost in the moment- and completely lost in you, not being able to think straight with the way you were giving her the best responses ever. she almost felt dizzy, her mind filled with utter filth that she failed to realise that you were gripping onto the back of her shirt with such an intense amount of force “minjeong, my god… i can’t-“

the knot in the pit of your stomach, that had been formed over the course of a few long minutes, was on its last thread “close, i think- i think i’m gonna cum” you rested your head against the cold of the walls, looking up at the ceiling before squeezing your eyes shut with one guttural groan.

your body had tensed up, thighs pressing together trapping minjeong’s wrist between them. for a split second your vision turned white. after a while of basking in your orgasm, you fell limp in her arms, your whole body feeling restless once you had came back into consciousness.

“fu… ck” you heaved, trying to catch your breath as minjeong’s fingers continued to delicately caress your clit, even though you were still overly sensitive “d-did you have fun there?” you chuckle wearily, tugging on her sleeve to get her to stop.

“mmm, you’re just so soaked” collecting your juices on her fingertips, she brings them up to her mouth, tasting your juices and humming “might need to eat you out next time”

for your first time being on the receiving end, it was definitely an experience you would never forget. you were especially glad that it was specifically with minjeong and none of your fuckass colleagues.

honestly, you could get used to this feeling. maybe too much would get you hooked onto it knowing that you have an addictive personality.

now that you were spent of all your energy, you drag your feet across the floor, bringing minjeong along as you flop onto the bed for a quick, and well deserved, nap.

—

what you thought would take a long while of explaining, turned out to be a good 5 minutes of casually talking to the guard outside the walls, saying that you and your ‘assistant’ were going out for some ‘research’. that was way easier than you had anticipated.

early mornings were always annoyingly hot almost everyday, but that was normal considering that the waste from the wars prior to this era were messing with the earth's atmosphere. to make matters ten times worse, you and minjeong stepped with heavy feet across the barren landscape of what used to be a bustling city in an excruciatingly heavy hazmat suit underneath the sweltering rays of the sun.

“haah… we’ve been walking… way too long doc. where… where the hell are we even heading to?” to your surprise, minjeong was having quite a hard time adjusting to the weight of the suit. her exhaustion in mind, you decided it was time for a break after that dragged out 1 hour of walking down a heavily damaged bridge.

no signs of safe places to rest, and an onslaught of mutants were picked up by your radar not too long ago. you sigh and carry on your walk with minjeong warily checking her surroundings with the plasma rifle held tight in her hands “we’re heading to my bunker. it’s pretty far out. my apologies”

your bunker. located somewhere east from the facility. this is where you would usually spend your time working on more personal projects of yours. be it working on a cure, or having a fleshed out plan of how to move yourself into a higher position so that you were able to provide the other scientists with much better resources and et cetera.

it also harboured a vast range of better equipment you ‘borrowed’ from the facility with the excuse of “i just lost the equipment in a mutant attack” or “i got raided by bandits and all my supplies are gone”. thankfully you had a few acquaintances here and there to help out with the more physical aspects of moving said equipment into your bunker.

and thank god you were a powerful asset to the military. if you weren’t, then well, there would be no way they would trust you enough with their hard earned machines.

“oh my god… how much longer is the journey?” clearly exhausted, minjeong trailed behind you with drooping shoulders. you had walked this path many times before with a few hiccups time to time, so obviously you were used to the lengthy journey. it also provided exercise as you never exerted your body to these lengths whilst sitting still in your lab.

with no proper break, and a few mutants around the area, you estimated a good 3 and a half hours by foot “if there were people nearby, we could’ve asked for a ride by now but…”

no one in sight.

in every corner, in every crumbled building - hell, even in the damn water. mutants everywhere.

“it’ll be a while till we find a place we could rest” the buildings around you held little to no safe place, and the next city was about 1 hour away. plus, the bridge you and minjeong stood on stretched out way further than minjeong could ever imagine. she was exhausted as a person could ever get, but there was no room for even a one minute stop.

“we could’ve taken the many vehicles inside the facility, but you decided to walk all the way out?” it was clear that minjeong was feeling a tad frustrated, and honestly who wouldn’t be if you were walking in a hot suit with the chances of heatstroke.

“where we’re going, it’s a bad idea to take any vehicle really. one time i did that and a massive mutant chased me down until i radioed the nearest watchpost”

“that sounds traumatising…” and it was.

you and minjeong stayed on high alert for the time being. the city often harboured a few class C or D mutants, especially around the bridge where most people came driving through.

honestly though, this bridge was far too long and annoying, but there wasn’t much choice in paths either way. the rest of the surrounding areas were too high in radiation that it often made your geiger counters explode once you stepped a few inches near a building, and also the amount of hostile creatures - and sometimes people, would pose far too much of a threat to you.

a few minutes had gone by and the heat became unbearably hot. unfortunately your suits weren’t equipped with some sort of cooling system, which you thought they at least should implement in the near future… why haven’t they done that yet is still a mystery to you.

exhausted as ever, you looked around for anywhere to sit for a couple of minutes, seconds even, but to your avail, there was no shade that could provide the necessary cooling that you and minjeong craved so desperately.

“fuck… how much… how much… how much longer doc?”

it was a miracle that she was still able to talk with the amount of huffing she was doing. to answer her question, you reply with a half-assed hum. the heat started to affect you more than it usually would for no good reason.

out of nowhere, a pretty battered car pulled up besides you; a familiar face, finally.

“hwang yeji?” the ginger haired older woman clad in rad proof gear nodded. a comfortable hand sat gently on the leather wheel of the car, and with a reassuring smile, the woman unlocked her doors.

“heya doctor! you out on another one of your expeditions?” yeji, a lone bounty hunter, waved at you with a charming smile. you met the woman a few years ago whilst you were studying the radioactivity in one of the nearby cities, and let's just say your first impressions of eachother weren’t exactly great.

she had shot you right in the leg on accident thinking you were one of the mutants with that big ass hazmat suit of yours, and you had shot her back out of fear. but then after a few fated encounters later down the years, you two had become good acquaintances, often trading a few things here and there.

“no. just heading towards the next city. think you can give us a lift?” you spoke casually, pointing back to minjeong, who stood right beside you with the barrel of the gun directly aimed at yeji’s head. despite the situation, yeji didn’t budge, but her eyes scanned minjeong up and down, her hands clenching into fists.

“she’s feisty. did you pick her up from the slums?” she cackled, tilting her chin upwards in an attempt to size minjeong up “…heading to the same place as usual, doctor?”

to your left, you could see minjeong’s finger graze above the trigger, her jaw tense as she breathed out a steady breath through her nostrils “put your gun down minjeong. she’s an acquaintance of mine” as you spoke with a soft yet commanding voice, she carefully lowered the rifle, keeping a keen on yeji for any suspicious movements. bounty hunters were never to be trusted in her books.

“oh and she listens to you too? you’ve got yourself a cute guard dog” yeji was somewhat of a quirky character. you never understood the little comments she would throw out whenever you accompanied her - or vice versa, but you guess that was her own charm.

“i guess so… it’s not like that. she’s just with me because i need to keep her away from the military” oh, and also because she did keep you safe. like a guard dog.

“yeah yeah, sure” waving her hand back, ushering the two of you two hurry up and get inside her car, yeji turns towards the road, or whatever was left of it “now get inside the car. i’ll drop you two off”

—

through many hiccups throughout the journey to one city to another, it took yeji approximately 1 hour and 17 minutes to get your usual location “you stay safe. and you, minjeong, keep the doctor in your line of sight. this idiot sometimes runs into dangerous situations if she finds anything interesting… especially when it comes to mutants” minjeong nodded. unlocking the car doors to let you out, yeji gave you a sealed and crumpled up envelope containing some coins from the bounty she completed a couple days ago “oh, and y/n, if you need anything, come down to the outskirts. ryujin and the kids miss you”

“…will do. you keep safe as well, miss hwang” minjeong couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was strange about yeji. she had this sort of aura about her that made her feel queasy. as they were cramped in the backseat of her car, minjeong made a few small observations about her; how she nervously fiddled with her hands, gaze never meeting yours neither hers, that guilty expression on her face. something wasn’t quite right.

“there’s something off putting about that woman… she’s kind of weird, don’t you think?” in some way, you agree. yeji was this mysterious person to you. she had never shared a lot of things about herself, never really had the need to talk about her worries even though you had known her for almost 4 years.

“i’ve had my suspicions, but i can’t lose her… i mean she provides me with supplies since i’m always cooped up in the bunker” but besides that, you and minjeong were in the middle of a road.

back then, this was south korea’s capital, seoul. now it was just a big pile of rubble; abandoned and rusted cars that could no longer be used, crumbling skyscrapers that were bound to tumble, schools that still had their banners up even if it was nothing more than a few pieces of fabric flapping in the air. you name it.

seoul was the main target for many nuclear bombs being dropped alongside busan, incheon, daegu and ulsan. with the amounts of radiation inside the capital, seoul was the first city to fall out of the remaining cities during that era of time.

deemed unsafe by the military, no one touched, or even went close to the city unless they were permitted to do so. it was no wonder why it kept the same shape as it did when it was first destroyed.

although you’d never been superstitious, every time you had explored within the buildings, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that you could hear the souls of thousands of people trapped inside, their voices echoing through the hollow streets, filled with cries for their loved ones. it was most haunting around schools and hospitals. usually the supposed souls’ voices were amplified near school or hospital grounds, but you always brushed it off and continued with your search.

“minjeong…?” however, the younger girl was more skittish. swivelling her body around to take in the mass destruction surrounding her “are you alright?”

“yeah no, i’m fine.” you knew she was keeping up a guard by how she was stiff whenever she walked right besides you, jolting whenever your shoulders brushed past each other, or how she had a tight grip on the rifle “no i’m bullshitting you… i’m not fine. this place is freaking me the fuck out. where the hell are all the mutants?”

given the high intensity of radiation that kept within seoul, you would have expected mutants to be gathering in larger groups, making them way too common in the area. however, there was an eerie silence that had fallen upon the city. your voice trembled in response to the observation “i-i don’t know. let’s just move, we can’t stay idle for too long…”

“hey doc, can we go over there?”

“hm?” minjeong pointed towards what seemed to be an apartment complex. its structure had withered over time, but it stood strong despite the amounts of material crumbling off its walls. you both exchanged a quick glance, both aware of the risks associated with entering such a building in that state. minjeong seemed determined to explore, and you weren’t one to deny the girl of her curiosity. after all, you would do the same if you found something of your interest.

as you and minjeong pushed open the door, it creaked loudly, sending a cloud of dust flying into your field of vision. for a moment, you were stunned momentarily and completely blinded, then straight after you had collected yourself, you quickly wiped your sleeve across your face shield.

"shit" minjeong cursed under her breath “got a light?” opening her bag with a grimace, you toss her one of your flashlights, retrieving another one for yourself.

“care to share why you’re interested in this building?” once you were inside the pitch black room, you flicked on the flashlight, scanning the area for any threats before you proceeded into what appeared to be some sort of lobby. the furniture that was once pristine and polished - to which you assumed so given the decoration aesthetics, had now been damaged beyond repair, and the same applied to the electrical wiring. some cables hung from the ceiling, no sparks flying out of them was a good sign, but still one to keep in mind just in case the whole building may or may not explode if you decided to turn a switch on.

“i don’t know. kinda amazed by this behemoth of a structure, and it seems like a perfect place to rest for now” minjeong proceeded forward, up a flight of stairs at your suggestion since the elevators looked like a death trap waiting to be triggered.

“right, good idea. make sure there’s no danger nearby, minjeong” she simply nods, leading the way upwards as her steps become heavier with each thump.

minjeong’s breath became evidently shakier, her actions clumsier as her pace started to increase up the stairs “hey- hey slow down minjeong, i can’t keep up”

once at her desired floor, she began to lightly run towards one of the apartment doors, frantically feeling for the opening with what you could determine as a few incoherent swears and whispers “fuck… fuck, the door won’t budge” the lock couldn’t be picked, and ramming your entire body - plus minjeong’s, into the door didn’t work either. the thing was practically welded shut “is there any other way we can get inside?” by the way her voice wavered each time she cursed under her breath and the way she started to fumble around with her equipment, you could tell that somehow this specific room held some sort of significance to her.

“i’m not sure, but maybe if we ram into it again, it’ll open” the both of you collided into the door one last time before its hinges broke. the impact of your two bodies slamming into the metal had enough force that both you and minjeong fell flat onto the door. the aftermath of the action was prominent in your shoulders as the dull pain that was throbbing quite intensely had possibly left a quite gnarly bruise on your upper arm.

inside was a standard apartment room; a kitchen, a living room, a bathroom and one bedroom. nothing too special to you, yet for minjeong, it was another story.

standing in the middle, minjeong took a deep breath as she closely inspected her surroundings. frozen and unable to utter one word, all of a sudden she felt nostalgia hit her. silently moving in her tracks, she entered the bedroom with careful steps, creaking open the raggedy door with shaky hands.

upon seeing the room in its abandoned glory, a wave of memories washed over her. nights spent aimlessly studying for exams that no longer mattered, the lazy mornings she stayed comfortable in her bed after a crazy night out with her closest friends, the late night conversations she had with her parents after many stressful days, midday naps she had with her dog when the suns rays bled through the curtains. once a place of comfort now a desolate and empty room with nothing but dust and ash everywhere, walls chipped and so forth.

it was her bedroom. her apartment.

she had hoped that somehow some of her personal belongings survived the erosion of time, and fortunately for her, the thing that kept her moving forward was still preserved in her cracked drawers.

a worn out family photo kept hidden inside a tough container.

held between her fingers was the small polaroid of her family posing together outside a building. a deep and shaky sigh fell from her lips, caressing the film with her thumb. in the picture was their family dog at the front, minjeong’s older brother playfully posing whilst her mother and father held the two of them in a loving embrace right before minjeong was sent off to the company that kept her frozen for years to come.

scouring through the drawer again, minjeong fishes out a couple more items. one being her graduation photo, a worn out diary that was barely intact; the poor thing was shred to pieces inside, yet it still held up with its leather covering. and that was it.

the room served as a time capsule, filled with familiar items minjeong had once owned in what seemed like another life time. as she slowly paced around her bedroom, examining the millennia old room; untouched, but destroyed beyond repair, her saddened eyes roamed over the remnants of her past life, each unearthed corner still reminding her of little snippets of life that she could barely remember now. the weight of the past and the stark reality of her current situation suddenly hit her like a tidal wave drowning her in a flood of nostalgic memories. regrets and despair.

out of nowhere, it felt as if air was being sucked out of her lungs. why was it hard to breathe… why couldn’t she breathe? that’s all she wanted to do, and yet it was almost impossible to do so. her chest tightened in a manner unknown to her, and it hurt so bad.

minjeong slumped against the wall, weight seemed to press her down with a crushing force and it felt sickening, stomach churning around with anxiety “hey… hey… minjeong—” the world around her fell into a deafening silence. then, just seconds after, a high pitched ring interrupted her inner turmoil. she clutched her chest with her hand, bundling up the fabric together in a tight knot as she slid down the wall ever so slowly.

“i- i can’t… i can’t breathe… it hurts- it hurts…” her voice meek and vulnerable, trembled low in the dense air. her body curled into a ball, hugging her legs close to her chest whilst she attempted to still her sharp gasps “hurts… help- it hurts doctor…”

panic seized her mind, zeroing in her vision onto one singular point in her room. everything around that vision blurred, and eventually darkened as the sudden attack paralysed her general movement. not only could she not breathe, but she couldn’t move her arms, nor legs “i’m gonna die… i feel like i’m gonna die, doctor… i’m gonna die” she doubled over, body shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming from her eyes and onto the front panel of her visor.

you observed minjeong from a distance, equally frozen in place. heart aching in concern, mind racing with anxiety. you yearned to do something, anything, to alleviate her from her distress, but it was as if your feet were glued to the floor. the sight of her scrunched up body quivering, her sharp exhales, her widened eyes and shaking pupils were too overwhelming for you. every word of comfort or reassurance you tried to offer evaporated in the air, lips stuttering as you made an attempt to find suitable words to say, but your own feelings of inadequacy and panic made it near impossible to do anything deemed as meaningful.

in one way or another, you pried your feet off the floor in desperation. closer and closer, you knelt down next to minjeong “f-focus on my breathing, alright?” locking eyes with her, you take a deep inhale, encouraging her to follow your lead “you’ll be alright minjeong… just keep steadying your breathing. now exhale for me”

the two of you repeated this process for a few minutes, you specifically kept a sharp eye on minjeong as she noticeably relaxed the muscles in her face “good job,” as you praised her, your hand instinctively rested on top of her shoulder, massaging away the tension “you’re doing an amazing job… just keep on breathing”

eventually, minjeong’s breathing started to slow, but she was still shaken up from the abrupt and extremely unexpected panic attack. never had she once experienced one, let alone one this intense. she truly felt like she was on the brink of death once she had noticed that her throat felt like it had been squeezed tight.

“yes, that’s it minjeong. your breathing is steady… good job” your hand gently massaged her shoulders in a circular motion, keeping a rather keen eye on minjeong’s body language and facial expressions in case she had reacted negatively to your touch.

“i’m fine, i’m fine now… c-could you help me up?” your hand extended out, held hers firm and pulled her up to her feet “thanks” she brushed herself off, stuffing the pictures in the backpack as she plops herself onto the rickety bed.

the two of you stayed silent for a couple of minutes, but not because the situation was awkward, you both needed a well deserved rest after the hours of walking you did.

“need to grab anything else before we leave?” your aching body refused to move, but staying in probably one of the most radioactive places in south korea, it was best to start heading out.

“no, not really” minjeong pushed herself off the bed and onto her two restless feet, stretching a little as she reached the straps of her backpack “let’s move”

you noticed the lack of colour in her voice, sentences coming out shorter and less engaging. but that was fine, you guess. her eyes looked a little less alive, and little to no expression was seen on her face.

as much as you wanted to know what she was thinking about, you bit back your tongue just in case your questions came out as interrogating and rather insensitive.

beside you was the door that lead out to the living room. following minjeong’s words, you opened it without precaution, and now…

a slender humanoid figure stood eerily still in front of you. it’s skin burnt, resembling a deep and dark charcoal colour. it had little to no muscle or meat on it’s body, and it’s arms stretched out, almost reaching the floor (a/n: picture scp-096 if you know, you know)

while your legs stayed frozen in place, minjeong’s head peaked around the door, questioning why you hadn’t took a step out of the bedroom “there's no way in hell…” holding back a gasp, eyes raked up and down the figures body, her hand swiftly made way to the rifle, cocking it quickly.

right behind the lanky creature was a much smaller, yet equally terrifying figure. although small in height, it made up for it with the physique of a bodybuilder, minus the rotting flesh that hung loose from its body.

“can we make a run for it?” minjeong asked as she hid behind the door frame, the barrel of the gun poking out to take aim.

“does it look like we can?” you whisper, shuffling back into the room, away from the two humanoid mutants towering over the two of you.

the slender ones arms gradually lifted into the air. its bludgeoned in red eyes in contrast to its dark body provided an unsettling appearance as it pierced straight into your soul, all while the bulkier one stepped closer with heavy thuds, its muscles flexing and twitching in unnatural… and extremely grotesque ways.

“pst- minjeong. minjeong” your body stayed stiff, but your head turned towards minjeong with a hushed shout “shoot that one in the head” you point with your eyes towards the muscular mutant, sweat dripping down your forehead and back of your neck at the sight of its zombie like appearance.

instantaneously, arms flew around the air, claws flailed around the room as the lanky mutant began to wail with a hoarse voice. its razor sharp claws swiped across, hitting everything that stood in its path; a gush of air blowing you back into the bedroom wall with a dull thud left you winded.

“shit” one and two shots sounded while you sprawled on the ground in pain. clutching your hazmat suit in a tight fist as you gasp for air. minjeong’s precise aim pierced through the skull, exploding the muscular mutants head, splattering the walls with thick, bright crimson congealed blood all over the crumbling bricks.

its accompanying friend cried out once more, erratically throwing its arms around in a fit of sorrow, or possibly rage - it was hard to tell from its disfigured face, all bloodied and torn. in that fit of overwhelming emotions, the thing lunges itself onto minjeong, ripping off a chunk of the fabric from her hazmat suit “STOP, NO—“

at the speed of light, you - finally standing tall after you caught your breath, yank away the rifle “fuck- fuck?!” minjeong laid on the floor, desperately fending off the creature as its claws dug deep into her flesh “shit, okay- okay i got this”

your shaky hands trembled as you aimed for its head, fingers twitched against the trigger, breath quickening.

it opened its mouth wide, baring its pointed teeth as it let out a thunderous screech. from its mouth, acidic saliva spat out everywhere, burning little holes into the front panel of minjeong’s visor, almost- just almost, dripping near her eyes.

operating a gun was proving to be much harder than it appeared. the trigger was hard to pull back, and you had precious little time before the creature would pulverise minjeong into oblivion with its deadly claws.

“shit- shit” bullets punctured into the creature's body sporadically, hitting everywhere but its vitals parts. a hit to the leg, one to the shoulder and a few scrapes across its face caused it to pull back from minjeong’s injured body with a grunt “stay still you—“ regaining its composure, its head whipped towards you, almost giving itself whiplash by the way its neck snapped in place. eerie aura emanating from the way it stood perfectly still in the dimness of the room. you stepped back cautiously, using this time to prepare yourself for the next shot, preferably to its head.

you pressed down hard on the trigger, silently praying that your shot would be the last one you would ever shoot.

crackling noises echoed through the air as the high concentrated energy beam zipped across the room, landing straight into the creature’s stomach. taken aback, it clutched its body tight in its deformed hands.

mutant rendered motionless, and your one way exit out of the building metres away, you push the creature with as much force as possible, knocking its body to the ground with a crash “hold on— hold on for me minjeong”

there was a large wound on minjeong’s abdomen where the mutant had dug quite deep. nothing too gorey, but still, an injury that deep - plus being exposed to high amounts of radiation unprotected, stuck minjeong in a difficult situation. whether she would stay alive or not was an obvious question to answer; taking her out would be a better option, yet you inexplicably decided to keep her alive with you.

you hastily scooped her into your arms, somehow stuffing the rifle into her bag - the front sticking out of the zip, as you carried it on one of your shoulders; also carrying your other backpack on the other.

rushing down the stairs, making sure not to trip over your shoes or a random pile of rubble, the mutant groggily lifts itself up from the ground, the sounds of it thumping on the third floor, looking around for you.

so now that you were outside of the building, minjeong’s body was still exposed to the radiation, and the blood trickling from her injury stained part of the white hazmat suit a deep red “we’ll be there soon. just- just hold on”

you looked around for any sort of vehicle that could start up, but to your misfortune, all were unusable. and if they were, it would be impossible to start anyway. the use of petrol in outdated cars, even if they were working, would be futile. petrol stations were clearly closed, and plus, you didn’t know how to operate an old car.

“fuck” you cursed under your breath. a pocket knife you had in your pocket was handy in moments like these. with nothing to wrap or patch up minjeong’s deep wound, you almost give up on her. but you just couldn’t. ripping off a large chunk of her already ripped clothes, you tie the fabric over her wound.

finally, as the sun began to set, your time to get to safety decreased as the night sky came. trudging across the barren city to your next location, your stomach growled. god, you couldn’t wait to get back to your bunker.

cryogenic incident log no.3. a follow up

subject: patient 0101, kim minjeong.

vitals: somehow stable despite the intense exposure to radiation. pulse and respiratory rates are within a decent range. brain activity is fine.

condition: unconscious due to a significant amount of blood loss.

notes: subject kim minjeong was exposed for around 30 to 45 minutes of intense radiation. however, the subject seems to show no signs of skin redness or radiation burns. which is strange… i disposed of the subject's clothes and washed her thoroughly before inspection. her other belongings are stored safely in a decontamination room alongside my personal belongings i hauled along with me.

kwon [redacted].

date: 17/01/30xx

—

legs and arms strapped down, leather tight onto her skin and laid flat across the table, minjeong stirred awake with a groan. waking up to a bright light shining down onto her face, with you hovering above her. she jolts up suddenly before hissing at the sharp pain she felt in her lower abdomen.

“finally, you’re awake” you back up, letting minjeong’s confusion settle in “i’ve cleaned and patched up your wound. think i did a pretty good job stitching you up”

“what?” as much as she wanted to move her limbs, she couldn’t budge one bit “why’d you tie me to a table though…”

you shrug, placing the suture needle onto the operation table “for all i know, you could’ve turned into a nasty looking mutant with how long you were exposed” you gave her one closer look, examining her naked body for any signs of change “but you didn’t… and that’s weird”

“how so?” she questions “does mutation happen that quickly?”

“in the area we’re in, yes” only in seoul could a person undergo mutation in under minutes. the intensity was no joke. a person could strip themselves of their hazmat suits and suffer the worst radiation burn possible in a mere 3 minutes “so it’s odd to see that you’re not turning into a pile of melted flesh”

“fuck… i guess i’m lucky then, huh?” her smile and chuckle lasted a few seconds before she returned to neutrality.

“there’s no such thing as luck minjeong. there must be something up with your genetics”

“so, what now. gonna keep me strapped here like an animal?” she scoffed, shaking her head in disapproval.

“no, i only need to ask a few questions before i let you go” you sat on a chair, leaning into the backrest as your hands fiddle with your almost empty ballpoint pen “do you feel nauseous or in anyway hot?”

“neither”

“okay then…” you jot down a few notes, humming to yourself in confusion. by now she should be feeling either, but none… “well, that’s it. let’s eat”

freeing minjeong from the thick leather straps that kept her still, she finally sat up, rubbing her wrists and ankles “you’re not going to do some tests on me or something?” sitting upright had it’s challenges. the dull searing pain in her abdomen caused her to hiss “shit… hm, you cooked?”

“eh, it’s just rations really. budae jjigae, but i only had enough noodles for one” helping minjeong up from the table, you hold her around the waist to stabilise her, whilst also wrapping a sterilised blanket across her shoulder just like you did when you first met her “you can have all the noodles since you’re in recovery”

“can i at least get some clothes first?” you nod, bringing her into your bedroom.

a little introduction to your underground bunker that you found years ago.

underneath a company building was a pretty large bunker made for situations such as an apocalypse. once you walked down a few stairs inside the company’s basement, a thick metal door could be found hidden behind shelves.

before you had made a lot of adjustments to your bunker, it was filled with canned foods, dating back to the late 2000’s. obviously inedible.

but now it was filled with your belongings.

as soon as you entered the bunker, you were greeted by an airlocked entrance, able to sanitise yourself with water that you were able to sort out with the help of yeji and her girlfriend ryujin, who was an expert at all things mechanical. after the whole sanitisation process, you entered into the living space, which consisted of a table, your entire kitchen setup and a sofa bed. ventilation was no issue too since you had yeji and ryujin sort that out too.

now, there was of course the bathroom. again, everyone say thank you to ryujin and yeji for helping with that too. and then there were two other rooms. one being your bedroom, walls decorated with meticulously crafted plans and research consisting of cures, a much more comfortable looking bed - unkempt since you didn’t have the time to tidy, an absurd amount of empty energy drink cans in a pile, papers crumpled or ripped up all across the floor and a comedically tidy closet with all your neatly folded clothes.

then there was your makeshift lab, with all the equipment you took from the facility. of course you had ryujin helping out with making some other contraptions. with your genius mind and ryujin’s ability to create things from scrap, almost all the equipment made by her were almost identical to the ones you had back there.

anyway, back to the main focus of the story (a/n: sorry, i like to have a little world building, especially in this fic)

leading minjeong to your bedroom, you hand her a neat set of comfortable clothes, a loose shirt that was baggy on you, in which practically drowned minjeong’s petite body in a thin fabric.

“i’ll head to the kitchen real quick” you shoo minjeong into you bedroom, half closing your door just in case she needed anything from you “take your time dressing, and shout for me if you need any help”

for the first time in the past few days, or well, from the day she woke up, minjeong had some alone time.

sitting on the edge of your bed, she slides on the shirt, chuckling to herself on how large it looked on her. the rest of the clothes followed on.

curious eyes wandered over the pictures and notes scattered across your walls. red strings held them up and pointed to other notes, that pointed to different pictures and other smaller notes “cure… for mutants…” she traced her fingers across a familiar looking image. a building and a strange symbol next to it “weird”

you on the other hand, rushed to find a few sedatives hidden in one of your cupboards “you done changing?” you called for minjeong as you slipped one tablet into her drink, swirling it around with a teaspoon “the food is gonna get cold, and i’ll eat your noodles”

minjeong made her way over to the table, holding onto the walls for some support, keeping her hand over the closed wound you so precisely stitched for her.

“i’m so damn hungry… thank god you have this bunker, cause that meal supplement the guard gave us tasted like fuckass cardboard”

it was sick how you kept a casual smile, handing over the bowl of food and her drugged drink as if you didn’t do anything wrong “it’s always protein protein and more protein for those soldiers, i swear” shoving a spoonful of soup into your mouth, your worries swept away for a hot minute as the flavours soothed your soul “they could’ve given us something more flavourful, like a granola bar or something”

“it was like that when i was in the military. fucking unflavoured protein bars for snacks, eugh…” she slurped on the noodles without any care, resting her elbow on her knee that she propped up on the chair “mealtimes were alright, i guess. sometimes we’d get better meals on the weekends though”

“you were in the military? huh, that makes more sense now”

talking to minjeong was fun, definitely way better than eating alone in the silence

“do you really think i would’ve been able to pull off that stunt yesterday if i didn’t know how to hold a gun, let alone shoot that thing in its mouth?” whilst chowing down on her food, she occasionally took gulps of her drink to wash it down. all according to plan..

“sometimes people perform better under pressure, so i thought that maybe that was the case”

“well yeah, that is true to some extent. did you seriously not see the way i shot that mutant though? no rookie could handle a gun like that, especially one that they’ve never held before” you chuckle softly at her sudden rise in temper, seeing how the younger woman grew irritated the more you dismissed her skill “and the way i blew that other mutant's head off? you think anyone could do that?”

“okay i get it, minjeong” her nose scrunched at your words, rolling your eyes at you with a scoff.

“you’re welcome for saving you by the way” she spoke with a twinge of tease to her tone, inhaling the food down her mouth.

time went by and it had been at least thirty minutes since you and minjeong ate.

you stood at the sink, washing the big bowl you both ate from, occasionally throwing glances at minjeong who didn’t move away from where she sat. by now you were expecting her to feel somewhat sleepy, but she was still up on the sofa, writing in the diary she took from her apartment.

“what you writing there?” you came up from behind her with a syringe hidden behind your back.

“it’s like the little logs you write, except on paper”

“yeah, i know that, but what exactly are you writing?” asking her once more as you rest your head against the top of hers.

“nosy ass… i’m just writing about what happened in the last 24 hours, that’s all” indeed, your nosy ass peaked at her diary, seeing how she wrote in the older korean language fascinated you, almost forgetting about your plan.

your hand rested steady on her shoulder, eyes pinpointing the location where you would jab the needle into her arm.

“i noticed the difference in the way you write, and the way i write. it’s interesting how languages develop over time, right?” heart drumming in your chest, you nod and hum at her words as if you were actually able to hear her over the rapid beat of your heart.

anxiety halted your hands momentarily, but you regained composure, swiftly inserting the needle into her shoulder and covering her mouth with your other free hand “it’s okay— it’s okay, minjeong… it’s just a little medication for your injury. it’ll make you feel much better, and maybe a little sleepy…”

cure log no. 1

day 1 of finding out that minjeong is immune to radiation.

well, first of all, i conducted a few tests on her while she was unconscious earlier from the blood loss, and all of them proved my suspicions from when i first laid eyes on her.

that mark on her neck definitely reminds me of something, but i can’t lay my finger on it at all. i know it has ties to a specific company whose name i cannot remember, which quite frankly pisses me off.

it’s definitely that mark on her neck, there’s something up with it. call me a conspiracist or whatever, but i have a feeling this mark has definitely got to do something with her immunity… if only i can remember.

but anyway, second of all. due to the fact that the tests i ran proved my theories; i have a blood sample of minjeong that i need to put to good use.

so, with that said, i’ll extract the DNA from the sample. hopefully i can study it further without any issues.

kwon [redacted].

date: 17/01/30xx

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cure log no. 2

it’s been 2 days since minjeong was knocked unconscious. of course i feel bad for doing what i needed to do, but there was no other way unless i wanted her to shoot me in the head.

earlier today i extracted her DNA from the blood sample i took from her a few days ago by separating the blood cells from the plasma, purified the DNA, then i sequenced it. with that, i then inserted her DNA into a modified egg cell i created artificially.

these day one clones could be a possible end for mutants. maybe minjeong’s immunity could end this god forsaken world riddled with those little shits.

kwon [redacted].

date: 19/01/30xx

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cure log no.3

it’s been 5 days and minjeong still hasn’t woken up… i’m getting worried about her. her vitals are fine and all, but what if she’ll never leave that state.

besides the point. the clones that i created are kept safe in the makeshift laboratory. it’s sterile and controlled inside the pods that i had ryujin make for this occasion.

they’re developing rapidly, which is good. i mean, i’ve been strict on issuing hormones out to them through tubes, and then genetically manipulating their cells. also they’re in a nutrient rich environment right inside the pod.

they’re in their late teens as we speak.

kwon [redacted].

date: 24/01/30xx

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cure log no.4

what the fuck.

they’ve turned adults overnight. they’re exactly minjeong’s current age…

tomorrow i’ll conduct some experiments on them, get some blood samples and try capturing a low tier mutant to see if it does anything to its body once i inject their blood.

it sounds vile, but it’s honestly whatever.

kwon [redacted].

date: 25/01/30xx

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in the dark of the night, you sat silently at your desk, typing away with your aching fingers as you read from one log to another, trying to see if you had said anything about a strange company.

it’s been a while since minjeong had been knocked unconscious, you were convinced she was brain dead at this point.

broken out of your daze, you heard glass shattering from the room to your right. odd, don’t you think? that was the room where the three clones were held… wait, what? there’s no way they’d already have gained consciousness in such little time.

knowing some of the abilities minjeong possessed warned you that entering a room where a possible dangerous clone of her could be alive was a terrible idea, and there were three of them for fucks sake. but at the same time your curiosity had piqued, and you needed to know what the clones had behaved like.

if it was a successful cloning, then you were a step closer to coming up with a cure for the infected, and if not, then… it’s back to square one.

before you could even stand from your desk chair, a pair of arms circled your waist in a tight grip “w-what the fuck?” an undressed clone kept you in place as you struggled to free yourself from its deathly strong grip.

you looked up anxiously, staring at the clone dead in the eye. it appeared exactly like minjeong, but it's facial expression seemed to be stuck in a constant scowl.

the clone glanced towards the door it came through, its head tilting as if it was signalling for something to come in “fuck— let me go” the clone ignored you, dragging your light body across the floor by the collar of your shirt “let- let me go minjeong!” you exclaimed, fingers digging into the clone's arm as it drew blood.

maybe the clones had gone rogue, you don’t know for sure, but you had a feeling that maybe you should have had extra protection around the area for a possible next time. if there even was a next time.

in your makeshift lab, the clone that had dragged you inside, and the other two naked clones cornered you, back pressed against the cold sheet of metal that kept you safe from the walls caving in.

none of them talked, but from your observations, they either had a collective mind, were able to talk to each other via telepathy, or maybe they were honestly out to get you for their own personal reasons.

you expected such, after all this was the first batch of clones you have ever made before. they wouldn’t exactly be perfect the first time.

it was a banned practice, and universally outlawed since the idea of cloning was coined as unethically sick by every scientist you knew. oh, and also deemed as morally wrong by the world's health department, but why would you give a fuck about them if they didn’t care about coming up with a cure - plus they barely exist now anyway. both scientists and the health department couldn’t sway you from conducting things if it meant a new and better life for the people of the future.

one sacrifice for the lives of many.

without prior signs of warning, the clone - the angrier looking one, had began to lift you up, starting the process of pinning you down onto the table “seriously, let me go. this isn’t funny” in the moment, you feared for your life, voice trembling as you attempted to speak in a commanding tone, and yet the clone didn’t seem to care all too much about your wellbeing. god knows what these three had in plan.

a clone held you down, roping around your wrists with the thick leather that bounded you to the table against your will; the rough grainy texture digging harshly into your skin, the bright light shining down onto your face leaving you squinting, the three bare clones staring at your meek figure with an unreadable expression all made you feel like maybe cloning minjeong, who you knew for a few days, wasn’t the best idea after all.

you could die here, possibly the original minjeong too, and the three clones of her could walk out of the bunker and roam into the streets with ill intent.

a sudden gust of cold air brought back your attention, and you realised that one of the minjeongs had stripped you down from your pants, leaving your lower half exposed “wait, no- no, stop doing that” but you couldn’t move at all. the angrier minjeong chuckled, sliding its hand across your covered chest, leaning down towards your ear.

“relax doctor. promise it’ll feel good”

the other minjeong who stood besides the angrier looking one caressed your jaw, placing a few gentle kisses against your neck while the one who took off your pants stared at you with beaming eyes.

“g-get off me?! get the hell off me” again, you tried moving away, straining and wriggling your arms against the leather made the soreness unbearable. you calmed down your breathing, eyes frantically scanning around the room for any possible way to get yourself freed from this wreck of a situation, yet there was no way you could get yourself out from the table, let alone the three unnaturally strong minjeongs around you.

the minjeong between your legs, the more cheerful looking one, giggled as she gently cupped your clothed pussy with a wide and cheeky grin “so warm down here…” in response to her feathery touch, you unintentionally moaned back, the friction against your clit was too good not to ignore, and you didn’t exactly know what to do in such a compromising position. so you let it happen.

“jeongie” the angrier minjeong exclaimed, clicking her fingers at her “stop teasing the doctor”

“aww boo. you’re no fun, winter” the cheerful one pouted, gradually pulling down your soaked panties down, a string of wetness followed by “wow… your glistening down here, y/n” the clone, who you assume is called jeongie, played around with your folds, gently massaging around your needy clit.

the minjeong marking up and down your neck was too concentrated on doing a good job, occasionally pulling back to see the art she had crafted all over your now reddened neck.

“minsik, are you going to… you know?” jeongie asked muffled, her face delving right in between your legs, lapping at your wetness.

“not yet. when doctor kwon is ready” done with your neck, minsik, the one who seemed to be calm and collected, pulled up your shirt and placed gentle kisses across your bare chest “she might be ready now actually, but let’s wait”

you had no clue what they were planning at all, and it was rather terrifying considering that their words were cryptic as hell. to your surprise, winter leaned down, hovering just above your face in that signature smirk that mirrored minjeong’s accurately “it’s alright doctor. just think of us as a manifestation minjeong’s thoughts…”

“w-what do you mean?” your hips bucked up into the air, pushing your soaked cunt onto jeongie’s lips. with a stifled moan, you look away from all three clones, hiding the fact that it felt good away from them all.

jeongie’s tongue swiped across your clit, the friction of it alone almost bringing you towards your orgasm. the warmth of her tongue accompanied by her soft approvals, the way she gently parted your legs apart, and how she with each suck and lick felt like you were trapped in a constant high. fuck… you even felt your head spinning.

winter being right in front of your face, crashed into your lips, kissing you with desperation whilst her hand kept your wrist still. the other hand was busy teasing your chest, fingers flicking and pinching your nipple all while minsik sucked and gently circled around the other.

you were a mess of emotions, too much sensations overwhelming your body to the point where you couldn’t even control yourself. it was like you were having an out of body experience with how light you were feeling, how your vision kept on blurring and how each individual tongue exploring your most sensitive parts brought you closer and closer to your high.

“hah— stop… stop i can’t. feels too much” you blabbered out repeatedly. it was always “too much” and “feels so funny” to you whenever they stroked an area that had you silently pleading for them to stop.

the three continued their work, gently bringing you towards your orgasm before winter eventually came to a halt “she’s… i think she’s ready minsik” her voice had a certain huskiness to it.

“yeah? our jeongie did a good job, huh?” minsik ruffled the clones blonde hair between your legs, the same girl looking up at you with puppy eyes.

“did i do a good job?” fuck, she did do a good job. her face was soaked all the way down to her chin with your juices, god was it a sight. and that stupidly cute and innocent look to her with the added lewd look with all your juices all over her pretty little face was jaw dropping.

but wait. what did they mean when they said you were ‘ready’?

whilst you were cowering away in the corner just a few minutes ago, you failed to notice the… quite large appendage between minsik’s legs.

“what the…” hell, you doubted you could even fit that thing in at all “t-there’s no way i can fit that inside of me. no way” honestly you were afraid that the pain would be too much once it was inside filling your tight cunt.

minsik persisted, reassuring you that she would take good care of you, but you couldn’t help but feel terrified at the thought “doctor kwon, don’t make this difficult for us…” she stared at you with sorrowful eyes, trying to get her way with you through guilt tripping.

winter rolled her eyes at the scene unfolding in front of her. with a huff, she pried your thighs open for minsik, urging her to do it quickly.

jeongie followed winter. instead of kneeling between your parted thighs, she held your wrists down even though you couldn’t move them. she just wanted an excuse to touch you.

“i’m seriously, seriously begging you guys to stop” heart racing, you try to break free once more, even though it proved useless previous times “this isn’t some damn joke. look, please i can’t take— mmngh“

without warning, minsik aligned herself against your slit, covering her pink tip with your wetness. slowly, so slowly, minsik pushes herself inside you, her own legs trembling at the feeling of your walls clamping down on her hardened cock “shit— so fucking tight doctor, your pussy is so fucking tight…”

hands clenching around nothing, tears welling up in your eyes and so forth, words desperately wanted to escape your throat, and yet the only sounds that came out were mewls and whimpers.

minsik forcefully pushed deeper inside of you, her thick cock reaching places you'd thought were unreachable, and how it left you stretched beyond your comprehension “that’s it, doctor… take it all…” one quick thrust from her hit hard and hit right, moans spilling from your slacked open jaw.

somehow, you don’t exactly know when, she developed such an uncharacteristically large cock. you had genetically formed all of them the same, and yet for some reason minsik wasn’t entirely anatomically correct.

at first you thought that you’d need superhuman abilities to have something this large fit into your cunt, but to your surprise it did. but it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt like hell “it- it stings~” whining pathetically as minsik readjusts herself to her liking.

on cue, minsik held onto your waist with her two hands “i guess i’ll have to start moving faster to make it feel less painful”

“f-faster—?” that same smirk spread across minsik’s face as she gradually built up her thrusts. what started off slow and steady turned into her eventually pummelling into your slicked up hole, that perverse squelching coming from your connection, skin on skin slapping against each other.

though you had only experienced having sex one time, this was a whole new sensation. different speeds, the rawness of minsik’s thick cock repetitively abusing your poor poor pussy, how jeongie played with your tits with those pretty lips of her, and the way winter toyed relentlessly with your clit - rubbing it so fast that it felt like your nerves were set aflame.

“sto- ah.. fuck.. stop it-” it felt good, so unbelievably good, but it felt horribly wrong. minsik’s cock rammed hard to the point where it was too painful. hips snapping, her low and lustful moans in your ears, her fingers deep into the flesh of the skin of your waist that it was almost possible to see redness appearing on the surface.

panic began to set in gradually. for a second you thought it was because you didn't expect her to use you so roughly, but you eventually came to a realisation that you were stuck in a position where you were utterly helpless.

“get- off. ge.. get off” your voice came out weak, tiny and pathetic at the same time the trio watched over you with longing gazes, entranced by the way your eyes shone from the tears that streamed out your eyes.

it seemed like they didn’t understand how exactly this whole thing worked. all they wanted to do was make you feel good, and judging from the way you were dishing out those sweet, sweet reactions, they thought you were having a blast, moaning so loud for all of them to hear.

adrenaline pumping, arms strained against the leather harshly, pushing your wrists against them in painful tug with a hiss coming from you.

somehow you managed to break free from your restraints, immediately shoving minsik off your exhausted body. the push was fairly weak, but it managed to halt her movements all together.

“haah.. haah.. but why?” she asked with a pout, hands finding there way towards the soft flesh of your thighs.

you didnt want to answer the question, nor did you want to face any of the other clones; the latter standing confused as to why you pushed minsik away when you were feeling oh so good “what was that for?” jeongie pouted confusingly, her hand running through her hair whilst the self proclaimed leader of the bunch, winter, stood with her arms crossed against her chest.

popping off the other restraints that kept you ankles at bay, you rub the bruise made on both sides, groaning at the not so painful, yet annoyingly sore marks. you had to get up from the table, do something that would get these clones to understand what they did wrong, or well, get them to act accordingly so that this incident didn’t happen again.

worrisome as you are when it came to tinkering with life, from the side of the table, you jab the sedative riddled needle into minsik’s arm, knocking out the poor girl in record time. the other two gasped, backed off into the corner as you pried yourself off the table with a look they couldn’t quite understand.

silently walking with intent to do the same, both jeongie and winter fearfully accepted their fate, closing the distance between them and you. upon noticing their surrender, you shrugged and placed the needle back down onto the table “you two are fine. just get back in the damn pod…”

as soon as the two willingly entered their pod, your fist slammed on the button to keep them put. and with a sigh, you dress yourself, hoping that minjeong was still unconscious during the entire incident.

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