#FILL

[butteryplanet]

kitchen ghosts

[ehghtyseven]

geno getting the guys with friendly fire in his exuberant cellies...

and that one time he got himself (but who cares when you've just won the cup)

[an-experienced-gentleman]

I need to fill you up.

Six Sexy Words

[jihyocentric]

hi lumi. hope ur well! may i request alphas gp sanayeon and omega jihyo where they all come back from a date night and just ravish jihyo bc they thought she looked way too good and that everyone wanted her. just plain jealousy troupe with a praise and breeding kink <3

hi anonie! so, just for reference, for this i had in mind jihyo with the same clothes of her latest concept photo.

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it was usually jihyo who stood in that position — watching over sana and nayeon, holding back not to lose her patience with the multiple girls who insisted to throw themselves on them. it happened more often than jihyo would like, and she'd be constantly frustrated due to the people who seemed to ignore her scent on them, blatantly disregarding the mark of another omega.

they were attractive alphas after all, the kind who attracted not only omegas but people from all ranks, and if jihyo didn’t scent them every day and left her own visible warning that they were hers on their necks, other omegas would certainly think they were available. if they already did when she clearly asserted that they were hers, jihyo couldn’t begin to imagine how it would be if she didn’t.

oddly enough, no girls seemed to be looking nayeon and sana’s way that night. with the way nayeon and sana were growing angrier each minute, jihyo guessed she’d have to worry about what they would do to her rather than losing her alphas to another omega, really.

it was clear that she’d stolen people’s attention. jihyo knew exactly why, but she couldn’t have imagined that she’d be changing so early into her pregnancy, so drastically that a faint taste of her scent would make even an omega turn their eyes to her, and nayeon and sana weren’t the best at dealing with their jealousy.

“it’s only been a month and they’re already like that,” sana huffs, fist clenching around her glass of wine.

“they’re staring!” nayeon grunts and sana makes a sound to show that she agreed, vehemently so, engaging with nayeon’s complaints. “people have lost their respect, and…”

nayeon continues and sana listens, adding her own comments to support nayeon’s opinion, the both them talking as if jihyo wasn’t there, though she was the subject of their discussion.

it takes nayeon and sana no more than another alpha checking jihyo out for them to decide they’d had enough.

it didn’t matter that they were out to enjoy a date, have a nice dinner and celebrate the news. jihyo had gotten pregnant of their first baby and they were happy, genuinely so, but they were fed up with the people ogling their wife. deep down, jihyo found them cute that way, protective and possessive, even if that meant their date was coming to an end too soon.

“that’s it, we’re going home.” sana states, getting up from her seat and doing her very best not to snap and throw her hands against the table forcefully, the way her inner alpha told her to.

leaving the restaurant is fast — nayeon holds jihyo’s wrist and drags her along, not as gentle as she usually was, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.

she’d been blaming other people for staring at jihyo all night long, but that was also jihyo’s fault for dressing that way, especially when she was pregnant and smelled sweeter than usual, overflowing with hormones. jihyo could have at least avoided revealing clothes, if anything.

“is this what you wanted?” nayeon suddenly snaps, pulling jihyo closer by her waist once they stop next to her car.

nayeon’s back hits the door of the car. she traps jihyo in her arms, and sana’s front meet jihyo’s back, leaving the omega no space to run. not that jihyo considered trying to get away from them, always pleased to be cornered by her alphas, no matter what they intended to do with her.

“of course not,” jihyo replies, defensively, breathing heavier when sana pushes her against nayeon, making her have to grip nayeon’s shoulders, almost losing her balance.

it was dark enough at the parking lot for jihyo not to feel embarrassed being such a position with them in public. she feels nayeon’s bulge against her thigh and sana’s against her lower back, wondering since when they’ve been that hard.

“is that so?” nayeon huffs. she refrains from making any further comments, knowing she’d sound silly saying that jihyo was too pretty to go out with them, because there was nothing jihyo could do about it. it makes her even more irritated.

jihyo’s eyes widen feeling sana’s hands on her hips, thumbs dangerously playing with her skirt, wanting to let jihyo know that, if she so wanted, that piece of clothing could be easily taken off — their hard ons against her body make jihyo helplessly aware that if she said or did anything wrong, they wouldn’t hesitate to do such thing.

 “our princess wouldn’t do that on purpose,” sana mutters, leaving a faint kiss on jihyo’s bare shoulder. “it’s all their fault. right, ji? not yours. never yours.”

nayeon waits for an answer, expecting jihyo to agree, wanting to know from jihyo if she should punish her or claim her — or both.

but jihyo wasn’t talking back, and the entire night all she’d done was looking at them, them only. she had no intention to provoke jealousy out of them, but if she didn’t really mean it, then nayeon can’t fathom why she’d pick such clothes to go out with them. with part of her still flat tummy and cleavage exposed, jihyo looked sexy, agonizingly so, and all nayeon wanted was to cover her up with a long coat.

because of that, the entire night she’d been hard, uncomfortable, wanting to knot her omega, perhaps doing it in front of every person that had dared to check jihyo out when they were aware that the omega was carrying a baby. her baby. there was no possible way they couldn’t tell, even if jihyo wasn’t yet showing. not when jihyo smelled like that. it was almost as if everybody had decided to challenge her that night.

“no, i-i didn’t mean to…” jihyo stops mid-sentence, gasping at a sudden thrust of sana’s hips against hers. “n-not here, alpha!”

“not here.” sana hums, agreeing, a little impatient. “we wouldn’t want anyone to see how pretty you are when you’re filled with our cocks.”

jihyo hardly makes it to their room dressed. nayeon’s unkind hands finish sana’s work of taking her clothes off, the lacy lingerie becoming nothing but destroyed fabric on the ground, and by the time her back is against the mattress, nayeon and sana are just as bare, with their cocks standing proudly.

nayeon’s is against her own tummy, leaking with precum at the tip, and sana’s looks more than ready to stuff jihyo up.

there’s a difference between her alphas. jihyo is quite familiar with it — nayeon is not, by all means, as patient as sana, always wanting to speed things up. she pouts when sana places a kiss on jihyo’s lips and moves lower, knowing sana would take her time between the omega’s legs, and not much was left for her to do but to watch.

but nayeon was a fan of watching, especially when sana got their omega writhing and whimpering, clawing at the sheets, letting out the prettiest moans just for them, because of them, at their mercy.

“so pretty,” sana praises, kissing down jihyo’s thigh, and nayeon settles next to jihyo, close enough she could kiss her neck and whisper sweet nothings on her ear while sana worked a devoted tongue on jihyo’s dripping center. “pretty and all ours.”

nayeon nods, as if silently letting jihyo know she agreed with sana, almost growling as she remembers how others were looking at her.

“our omega to breed.” nayeon adds, a hand moving possessively to jihyo’s tummy, still jealous. “our omega to look at.”

jihyo whines, sana’s tongue on her center making her legs close around her head, barely managing to give them an answer. although they hadn’t asked, jihyo knew that they needed to hear it from her, and only then her alphas would be satisfied.

“i’m y-yours,” jihyo cries, already sensitive by the time sana puts more effort into eating her out, too easy to be toyed with.

they needed to hear it every day — nayeon and sana had to listen those words from jihyo regularly, sometimes even making her chant it as she comes, making sure jihyo wouldn’t forget that she is, in fact, theirs.

hearing jihyo’s soft cries makes sana eager, losing her patience entirely too quickly after being told jihyo was hers, flat tongue becoming heavier against jihyo’s clit, and nayeon can’t help but kiss and touch jihyo everywhere she can.

“this might hurt, princess.” nayeon warns softly, pulling jihyo’s hair away from her neck. the sight of jihyo’s bare neck makes her lick her lips. it hadn’t been too long since jihyo was last marked, and though she still smelled like nayeon and sana, their scent was faint enough to give nayeon an excuse to mark her again.

so she does, while sana’s tongue traces over jihyo’s clit expertly, making jihyo’s hips buck against her face, squirming under sana and accidentally baring her neck even more for nayeon. when nayeon’s teeth sink into her neck, jihyo comes suddenly, being held in place by nayeon and sana, who seemed to be already expecting an early release from her.

it’s certainly not as strong as it would’ve been if she had them inside of her, but it’s enough to make tears roll down her cheeks.

“alphas…” jihyo whimpers, calling for sana and nayeon, reduced to a needy omega, a small huff escaping from her lips the moment sana pulls away.

“we’re here.” nayeon mutters softly, letting go of the grip of her teeth on jihyo’s neck. she kisses the warm skin then, right where she’d sunk her teeth, apologetic.

despite jihyo’s clear dissatisfaction, nayeon pulls away from her, kneeling on the bed to reach sana. she does the younger alpha a favor, licking her chin clean from jihyo’s slick, keeping her hand at sana’s nape, and then dives in for a kiss. they’re both amused when jihyo whines, knowing she must be pouting when they seem to forget about her.

nayeon and sana don’t want to keep jihyo waiting, not by any means. if jihyo was needy, then they were even needier, their inner alphas still hurt from enduring people’s stares directed to their omega, desperate to give jihyo a knot.

they couldn’t just yet, as it wasn’t something they could both give jihyo at the same time — at least not often, and deciding who got to do it first could wait until jihyo was filled enough with their cum. there was only one goal nayeon and sana wanted to achieve, really. claiming jihyo as theirs. for that, there was no better way than filling her up again and again.

so nayeon holds jihyo’s thighs, settling between them while sana coos and kisses jihyo’s pout away. nayeon moans before entering jihyo, at the mere sight of the omega’s soaked center, flushed from having sana play with her, the tip of her fingers leaving a mark on jihyo’s thighs with how firm is her grip, sinking into the warmth of her omega greedily.

“mine.” nayeon huffs, assertive with her every move, barely allowing jihyo to get used to her shaft before her hips take off, especially encouraged to give jihyo a harsher treatment by the sound of the omega’s muffled moans against sana’s mouth.

having two alphas had its pros and cons. jihyo couldn’t decide if their combined possessiveness was a good thing — it was, because she felt safe with them, she knew she belonged to them. but when their alphas wanted to prove something to each other, feeling irrationally selfish, it made things harder for jihyo.

but it was their nature, after all. and sana can’t help but growl as nayeon takes jihyo. nayeon takes because she can, because jihyo is rightfully hers, and sana’s, but a part of sana that hasn’t learned how to share feels irritated. jihyo has learned what to do when their inner alpha speak louder, when they silently complain about each other.

so she bares the other side of her neck for sana. sinking her teeth into jihyo’s neck seem to be enough to make sana remember jihyo wasn’t only hers but theirs, just as much as it makes nayeon rut her hips into jihyo harder, rougher, her knot forming at the base of her cock, only to be neglected.

it’s all nayeon wants, really. to bury it deep into jihyo, watch her crying as she struggles to take it.

nayeon doesn’t do that, knowing better than to listen to her lust filled thoughts, but she can almost have a taste of how it would feel. jihyo was already crying just from having her cock inside, moaning as sana licked her bruised neck, making the same face she did once a knot was sheathed inside. a semblance of pain and pleasure altogether, there was nothing better than that.

“gonna fill you up, princess.” nayeon tells her, voice shaky as she makes sheer effort, the skin of her tummy and hips flushed, a consequence of her constant pounding into jihyo.

“unnie…” jihyo moans, waiting patiently for nayeon’s release, almost begging for it already. at least nayeon wasn’t like sana, who had a taste for making her wait for it, at times making jihyo sob and beg for her cum.

“good omega,” sana praises, nose brushing against jihyo’s neck. “not even touching yourself. just being a good omega and letting your alphas take care of you.”

“s-sana!” jihyo cries meekly, feeling the tip of sana’s fingers against her clit, clenching tightly around nayeon.

sana’s fingers and nayeon’s messy pace take her to the edge once again, crying out as she gushed all over nayeon’s cock, hips moving against nayeon’s instinctively when sana doesn’t stop playing with her overstimulated clit.

“fuck!” nayeon whines, pushing herself all the way inside the warm, tight pussy, making sure she was far enough in before she spills. she comes earlier than she should have, but nayeon can’t help it, keeping her hips flush against jihyo’s as she fills her omega with hot seed.

“that was quick.” sana taunts, pulling her fingers away from jihyo’s center. she pushes them past jihyo’s lips, sighing as the omega licks them clean, and nayeon bucks her hips while watching jihyo suck sana’s fingers, almost going for another round despite knowing it was sana’s turn. or perhaps she should replace sana’s fingers with something else.

nayeon huffs, the grip she had on jihyo’s thighs becoming even more possessive. “shut up.”

ignoring nayeon’s pout, sana sits and takes jihyo to her lap, making nayeon pull out.

“did you miss me?” sana asks cheekily, lifting jihyo’s hips just enough so that she would be able to sink in. nayeon helps, guiding sana’s shaft inside the omega, getting between sana’s legs in order to hold jihyo from behind, her soft cock starting to harden again once her hands find jihyo’s chest.

“i always d-do.” jihyo replies.

it feels just right then. when jihyo is filled with their combined cum, having her alphas all over her, the both of them touching her incessantly, never wanting to let go. jihyo can hardly remember the last time they’d done something like that — staying up until dawn, taking turns to fill her up, coating her with love and praise. she can hardly remember anything that is not having them inside of her, really.

sana and nayeon only stop once they’re sure there was nothing else they could do to prevent alphas from getting near jihyo. jihyo would certainly smell like them for the rest of the month, and they couldn’t even get her pregnant as a last resource because she already was. but despite being spent and having nothing but sex filling her mind, jihyo still remembers hearing nayeon telling her they’d give her twins, still pettily wanting to prove herself.

all jihyo remembers before dozing off is sana giving her a knot and nayeon hugging her. she wakes up in the morning to the sound of nayeon and sana’s voices. they were trying to be sneaky, jihyo notices with the way they were whispering, but her alphas couldn’t keep it low when they were together, their giggles too loud for jihyo’s sensitive ears.

“focus!” nayeon whines, feeling sana’s tiny pecks on her shoulder. “did we scent that one?” she asks in a whisper, pointing at another short skirt of jihyo’s folded neatly in their closet.

“yes,” sana answers quietly, arms around nayeon’s waist. “that is the only one missing,” she points at one of jihyo’s favorite dresses, which she used regularly at work. “can’t forget this one.”

jihyo shakes her head and silently sighs, deciding to close her eyes again and let her lovers have their fun.

[ijustkindalikebooks]

“She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.” ― Annie Dillard, The Living.

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

Fic Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62051935

(2,088 word count)

Terror Bingo Fill: "Tobacco"

Tom Hartnell should get some rest. They're burying Morphin in the morning. But he can't. Mr. Blanky takes notice and the two share a private smoke.

Terror Bingo Alert! For @theterrorbingo round 6 prompt, Tobacco. Lovely joy to write this one, had a lot of fun thinking about things.

[tacosandtouchtanks]

My visual of Baby steps Zekina -let’s not talk about the background, I got lazy so it’s 100% a screen grab from “beach please”- @theangrypomeranian

[hotrale]

[nasuversekinkmeme]

The face formed in this amorphous cloud of a Servant looks just like theirs.

[original prompt]

[wiirocku]

Colossians 3:16 (NLT) - Let the message about Christ, in all its richness, fill your lives. Teach and counsel each other with all the wisdom He gives. Sing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs to God with thankful hearts.

[tfanonkink]

FILL - TFP Soundwave/G1 Soundwave - G1 - Fantasizing, Unrequited Lust - post/730358452889829376

Soundwave knows there are more realities beyond the ones they currently inhabit. Space and time are but toys in the servos of Primus, able to be shaped by his will. 

Space bridge technology allows the Decepticons to reach through the space of their own world, but a true breach into another alternate reality has not happened.

Until today, when tinkering with the bridge resulted in the appearance of a sleek, navy blue mech unlike any Soundwave has seen before. Despite his odd form, he is branded by the sharp purple symbol of the Decepticons.

The other mech raises his helm, his smooth faceplate glowing. He speaks with a voice not his own, but stitched-together clips of other voices. “I am - Soundwave.”

The Decepticon’s third-in-command is intrigued by the statement, and his hidden optics survey his dimensional twin. “I am Soundwave,” he repeats. 

Something like amusement flutters through the Other Soundwave’s EM field. Soundwave can sense his thoughts dancing below the surface of his mind, and he shares the same feelings of curiosity towards his counterpart.

Every optic and visor strays towards the Other Soundwave. He is so different, so foreign. A novelty of gorgeous, sharp lines and thin struts among the boxy inhabitants of the Victory. 

He moves with a fluid grace that makes Ravage seem like a blundering oaf in comparison, his pedesteps quiet as falling leaves. The Other is a spy in his home world, with an alternate mode suited for stealthy information gathering. 

The Other cannot read processors as Soundwave can, but is a wonderful observer. He can see how EM fields leap and flare with arousal as he passes by the other mechs. He is regarded as an exotic things, a strange and beautiful creature to be studied from afar.

Little by little, he settles into his role. He is a communications officer, equal to the native Soundwave. They work well together, both mechs of few words. Soundwave catches glimpses of the other world through his counterpart’s memories - the harsh, brutal life of a gladiator in the ring. The awe with which he gazed up at the mech that was to become Megatron, a hulking gray warrior with a burning gaze and jagged dentae.

The other Megatron is held in high regard. Soundwave often feels flickers of affection lighting the Other’s neural pathways when he thinks of the Decepticon leader.

Yet he does not seem in a hurry to return to his old world. The Other lingers among the Decepticons, almost at home.

Soundwave also senses distant memories of the dark, tumultuous place he inhabited before the space bridge brought him to earth, a cold, lonely expanse of darkness. It is a place that the Other Soundwave shuns. 

Frenzy and Rumble find the Other’s strength delightful. His arms are so thin, so light, and yet so very strong. A single swipe of his sharp claws can cut strut-deep furrows into a mech’s chest, gliding through steel as if it were paper.

They both wonder if it would be possible to fit into the Other Soundwave’s chest compartment - he is obviously a cassette carrier, but his format is so very foreign. They want to get closer to him, run their tiny servos over his plating, feel the heat rise from his vents as the touch makes his fans engage. 

The seekers admire the new Soundwave’s arm-wings, how they stretch and fold when he transforms to his alternate mode. It seems to be a jet of some sort, but like nothing anyone has seen on earth or Cybertron.

Starscream wants to run his lips down the thin plane of metal, to smirk against the surface as his own wings twitch higher. He imagines parting his lips, sinking dentae into the sensitive appendage just hard enough to leave a crescent-shaped mark of ownership. 

Skywarp is enamored by the Other Soundwave’s razor sharp talons. He imagines guiding them to his spike, letting the weapons gently curl around his length as he leans against the other. What kind of interfacing equipment did the other have, anyway? Something smooth and pointed and slender, Skywarp imagines. A spike to match the rest of his frame.

Thundercracker wants to wrap his own servos around the Other’s slender waist, pull him close as he sinks into the slick valve. If the Other only talks with recordings, how would his moans and cries sound? Would he be completely silent, or would his voicebox crackle and hiss with static? Perhaps he has recorded some indecent murmuring from his own universe, overheard the deep growls of his leader. How delightful it would be to hear him scream in pleasure with the voice of an alternate Megatron.

The Megatron of this universe is not unaffected by the Other Soundwave. He has noticed long, coiling cables that occasionally slip from some hidden place on his frame and dance over keypads. He does not know what they are for, nor what technology they were created to be compatible with, but he cannot help wondering if they could be used for interfacing. 

It would feel exquisite for one of those cables to slide into Megatron’s valve, pulsing and twitching with charge as the small claws on the end move inside him.

Even Shockwave, when he connects across space-time to communicate with Megatron, is drawn to the newcomer. The cyclops is a lonely mech, and he considers asking the Other Soundwave to travel to Cybertron. 

His optic focuses on the Other’s full-face visor, imagining what features could be hiding below. Narrow red optics, perhaps, above soft lips perfect for wrapping around the end of Shockwave’s gun servo.

Soundwave has no such lust for his dimensional twin. He has… more complex feelings. It’s hard for him to express what he feels, but he knows the Other’s feelings are just as complex. 

The Other often studies Soundwave, EM field tinged with curiosity. He likes to trace the buttons on his pelvis with one talon, never pressing hard enough to leave a mark. The Other’s visor becomes more expressive in Soundwave’s presence, glowing with a softness almost like a smile. 

They press their helms together, sometimes, visor against mouthplate in a sort of kiss. When they do, their sparks thrum in sync for a few beats, and a strange force pulls them together like magnets. 

Perhaps it’s that thing called love. Perhaps it’s some strange, cosmic force that binds the sparks of mechs that share a name. Whatever it is, both Soundwaves bask in it together. 

[berenaadvent]

lots going on behind the scenes - might get a sneak peek of the calendar up tonight or tomorrow!

[otaku-tactician]

Hello! Here's another fill for @nasuversekinkmeme. This is concerning the prompt in which an anon wished for some Cu Alter body horror headcanons.

This fic is rated mature for gore, violence, body horror, self-harm, swearing, shower scenes, nudity, symbiosis, and blood, and stars Cu Alter in the midst of a tragic battle, one that pushes him, his body and his armour to their utmost limits.

Summary:

Fused together with the mighty sea beast he once defeated- the indomitable Curruid Coinchenn- Cu Alter's armour is no ordinary suit of protection. What secrets- and perchance, horrors- may lurk beneath the depths of his spiky layers of defence?   (Written for a body horror prompt for Nasuverse Kinkmeme; this fic explores possible ways in which Cu Alter's armor interacts with both him and his body.)

[sunlighticarus]

Title ~ It's Just a Pain

Prompt ~ Food Poisoning

A TentooRose manip for @doctorrosebingo

The version on AO3

[jihyocentric]

I hope this is okay I feel like my writer brain can't do good prompts cause I might go into too much detail but imma try ngjgjgjh

Lawyers mihyo who're maybe working on a case together? Mina has this habit of going full hot girl sharon to mess with Hyo at random ass moment cause they're close enough that she doesn't feel as shy most of the times and she doesn't know that Jihyo is constantly one wrong (right) move from begging to be ruined. Ione day Mina does something that has Jihyo forgetting all her professionalism and downright pleading to get fucked. This makes Mina realise she loves making Jihyo beg which leads to maybe some edging and some teary Jihyo and some soft aftercare? Also since they're lawyers maybe all this happens somewhere at the law firm before an important briefing they're supposed to have with a client?

hi bestie! i could've done something much better with your request but ykw i was dying to post jihyo bottoming again... she was made for this... and i miss her

cw: mina has stiletto nails. and she still tops. power move. good for her. not so good for jihyo.

mina knows what she’s doing.

she knows exactly what she’s trying to achieve by the way she acts around her sweetest coworker, jihyo, being especially fueled with the reactions she gets.

that jihyo was adorable when pink was all over her face and she didn’t know where to look, mina knew. she was the reason for that, meticulously provoked that out of her, making her usually focused, serious coworker, shy and exceptionally flustered.

to mina’s surprise, when they were alone, their roles seemed to be reversed — jihyo, instead of being the cool extrovert she was most definitely proud to be, became no more than a timid mess, sometimes incapable of looking at mina in the eye when speaking to her.

the situation didn’t make their work any harder whatsoever, as they rarely worked on the same case along each other, with jihyo being a corporate lawyer and mina being inclined towards the criminal field. that time, they were working together due to one of jihyo’s clients, who happened to need assistance from mina’s field.

“miss myoui…” jihyo calls, using the honorific, as mina had never told her not to. every other coworker, except for the interns, called mina by her name — never ‘miss’. but something about having jihyo calling her ‘miss’ left mina too satisfied, unable to tell jihyo to drop the display of respect.

a small smile prods at her lips when jihyo calls her for the nth time, in a hesitant voice, unlike the way she spoke to others. with confidence, that is. when speaking to mina, jihyo often forgot that she wasn’t on a lower position than mina at the firm. if anything, it was mina who was supposed to treat her with such respect, as jihyo had been there for longer.

mina was supposed to be working. she didn’t tell jihyo she’d already looked though the files they were studying and found her ways to convince the judge that jihyo’s client was innocent — if he was, that didn’t matter. he could be if mina could prove that he was. mina had planned ahead, knowing she wouldn’t have time alone with jihyo again soon, deciding to make the best out of it.

and so, because mina already knew what to do and what to expect from the meeting they’d have with their client later that same day, instead of working, she observed jihyo — and distracted her when she felt like it. what starts with sitting next to jihyo with a leg over the other, intentionally exposing her thighs, escalates to suddenly praising jihyo at random times. (she does it for jihyo’s excellent work, and because jihyo looked pretty.)

mina takes her sweet time to make jihyo lose her focus entirely, having fun as jihyo slowly forgets how to use her words properly. jihyo doesn’t stutter, but she struggles to sound professional when miss myoui is touching her hair and telling her that it looked pretty when it was loose, that she should wear dresses more often, and everything she could possibly say to make jihyo red from her cheeks to the ears hidden under her hair.

jihyo doesn’t understand mina, the way she acts towards her. not at first, not on that occasion. mina has always been like that around her: charming, alluring. she was simply flirty by nature, and jihyo would never think mina was truly trying to flirt with her, but soon mina is massaging her shoulders, having the freedom to do so as they were alone in a conference room, and jihyo is no longer reading through the case’s files.

jihyo doesn’t know how or when mina gets there, behind her, with both hands on her shoulders, whispering questions about the case close to her ear, as if jihyo could possibly answer them. jihyo tries to — she does her best to muster up words to properly answer mina, frustrated when all that comes out from her mouth is a whimper and a stuttered ‘miss myoui’.

“no need to be this tense, jihyo. i’m sure our client will be fine. you’re the best after all,” mina coos, pretending to not notice that what had gotten jihyo troubled wasn’t their case, but her hands pressing her shoulders and nails close to sinking into her bare arms.

“m-miss… please…” jihyo mutters, desperate, still trying to figure how did mina get so close. she feels like she’s embarrassing herself then, calling mina so respectfully, feeling almost like she wasn’t a fellow lawyer, but an intern instead — someone mina could easily boss around, having all the power to do so as a result of being in a higher position.

“so nervous, park.” mina laughs, the sultry sound reaching jihyo’s ear quickly due to how close mina was. she pulls away, turning jihyo’s chair around so that she could see her face, not surprised to find jihyo utterly flushed, but curious as she sees jihyo’s cheeks adorned with tears that she’d hardly noticed falling from her eyes. “are these perhaps because of me?”

jihyo shivers, flinching when mina’s manicured hands are suddenly on her knees, raising her dress up to her thighs, sharp nails purposefully leaving their mark on the lawyer’s smooth skin.

“m-miss!” jihyo lets out then, more tears following her words. though mina had already expected jihyo to be just like that — amusingly shy and submissive, she wasn’t entirely prepared to hear jihyo begging. shameful words slip out of jihyo next, while mina is still admiring jihyo’s pretty face, relishing in the way such a respectable, honored lawyer like jihyo became but a precious prey that she’d love to ruin with just the slightest teasing. “i-inside… please… please!”

jihyo whines softly, holding one of mina’s hands with both of hers, spreading her legs slightly apart, both offering herself and pleading for mina to take her.

mina knows jihyo is aware she could get hurt — the same hands jihyo was politely begging to have inside herself carried the stiletto nails that left her arms and thighs reddened from negligible pressure. still, jihyo held mina’s hand like a cat with it’s owner, not wanting to let go, looking as if she’d cry if mina didn’t do what she so desperately asked for.

“interesting,” mina coos, resisting the urge to wipe jihyo’s tears away, finding her even prettier with her face all wet, enjoying to make her embarrassed, finding jihyo the cutest when she was ashamed. “are you sure, miss park?” mina taunts, raising the dress even more, to the point she could see how wet jihyo was. 

jihyo nods quickly, guiding mina’s hand to her center. “i-i n-need this, miss!” she insists, whimpering when mina’s index finger gets hooked under her panties.

mina stretches it far enough she can see jihyo’s pussy, licking her lips at the thought of having her face between jihyo’s thighs, forcing her to take more than she’d ever be able to handle. though she’d love to ruin jihyo right there and then, amazed by how easy that would really be, they didn’t have a lot more time to spend alone.

“so you like it risky, park?” mina laughs softly. “not that i’m opposed to hurting you,” she lets her fingers sink inside the soaked panties, teasing jihyo’s clit with the tip of her fingers, careful not to harm jihyo. “because you’d love that. i just don’t think you really want these inside of you.”

“but i want them! your fingers,” jihyo mumbles, pouting as she does so, moaning when mina applies more pressure over her clit, circling the sensitive nub slowly. “…inside me. want them inside.”

jihyo would cry harder if mina truly said no, mina realizes, amused to get to know that part of her. jihyo could handle her, even if having mina inside her that way meant that mina wouldn’t be able to fuck her properly — jihyo didn’t care.

“begging already, huh…” mina offers her a gentle smile, though what she says next doesn’t come out as soft. “convince me.”

jihyo becomes even more frustrated then, bucking her hips to feel more of mina’s fingers, earning a click of mina’s tongue.

“’m s-sorry!” jihyo quickly makes up for her mistake. “i c-can take it!” she insists, pouting slightly as she looks up at mina, cheeks burning when she notices just how close mina really was, towering over her, with her eyes so dark that part of jihyo became scared. “y-you don’t have to… t-to move them, miss… i just wan’ them there.”

“keep going.” mina encourages her to beg, her free hand finding the table behind jihyo for support, the other still inside her coworker’s panties, spreading jihyo’s wetness, wanting to know if she could grant jihyo’s wish.

jihyo was wet enough by the time mina lowered her hand further, still rubbing mina’s ego with her pitiful pleading. mina attempts to sink in and jihyo whines, clenching around the tip of mina’s fingers, prepared for the discomfort she’d feel until mina stopped, knuckles deep into her.

it doesn’t hurt — mina is careful and her fingers happen to slip in easily, but if she were to move, then jihyo would certainly be left with unwanted bruises.

perhaps it felt almost as good as having mina really fucking her, thrusting her fingers in and out without an obstacle, as knowing mina could easily tear her apart made her stomach clench, aroused by the idea of it but knowing she wouldn’t want that.

“it’s like you were made for this.” mina praises, lowering herself until her knees were touching the floor, knowing she couldn’t do much with the fingers she had stuffed inside jihyo. she pulls jihyo’s panties down to her ankles, looking up at the already disheveled girl, wondering how jihyo would look if she could really take her time to ruin her. “now, i don’t kneel. but since you’re such a good girl, miss park, i think you deserve this.”

it takes jihyo a lot of effort to not come undone the moment mina’s tongue meets her clit.

everything is hot. despite the cold air in the room, jihyo sweats, her skin burning as mina works her tongue against her sensitive nub, thighs locking mina there, letting out pitiful ‘miss myoui’s, not trying to fight against the urge to have mina destroying her. not in the slightest. it was far too late for that, and jihyo was too weak to pretend that that wasn’t exactly what she’d been craving for.

it’s all too much for her. the way mina sinks her nails on her thigh and moves the fingers inside her just barely, merely pressing her fingers against the slick walls carefully, velvety tongue making jihyo melt on the chair. whimpery moans reach mina’s ears sweetly, making mina moan against jihyo’s pussy, fighting back the urge to lay jihyo on that table and forget about their meeting.

“miss… can i-i…” jihyo hardly finishes her sentence, and mina sends her into a wave of bliss.

her fists become white as she holds the arms of the chair, crying as she gets ready to come for mina, impatient hips moving for more friction of mina’s fingers — but mina stops. what should’ve been an orgasm doesn’t happen, making jihyo open her watery eyes and search for mina’s, wanting to ask why she’d stopped, desperate for her release.

but nothing comes out from her mouth.

“i’m afraid our client must be arriving, miss park. you should probably get yourself clean. we wouldn’t want our client to make... vulgar assumptions, would we?” mina laughs, stuffing jihyo’s mouth with the two slender fingers that had been inside of her. she pulls them back before jihyo gets to fully clean them. “i’ll be waiting for you.”

during the meeting, jihyo gets to be the professional she was. mina doesn’t try anything while they’re discussing important matters with their client, and jihyo is allowed to prove mina she’s still a great professional after having her pride previously hurt. (not that jihyo cared if mina knew about her tendencies to submission, but part of her wanted mina to know she was more than that.)

when their client leaves, it’s already night. jihyo then finds herself trapped against mina and the table again, but this time, all mina wants is to let her know that they’re going home together — to mina’s. all mina says is that they weren’t yet done, and jihyo had no choice other than follow mina.

when the sun is rising, jihyo is still at mina’s mercy. mina is impressed with how far she was able to go with jihyo, only allowing her to come when she knows jihyo is about to break and beg her to stop rather than letting her come.

she learns then that she’s especially fond of the way jihyo sobs into the pillow when she is finally allowed to come, ass up for mina (barely able to stay like that, because her knees falter and her legs start trembling as she comes), body completely ruined by mina’s teeth, the palm of mina's hands and her sharp nails.

“you cry a lot, jihyo.” mina mumbles, pulling out of jihyo, slowly taking the harness around her waist off. jihyo turns her head to the other side when mina leaves the strap on the bed, next to her face, her body finally falling against the bed, still inevitably crying as mina kissed her back. “did i push it too far?”

jihyo shakes her head, incapable of looking at mina in the eye as she comes back to her full senses.

“talk to me, hyo. i need to know you’re feeling well,” mina’s voice softens, entirely different from the way she’d been speaking to jihyo all day long. she makes jihyo turn around and face her, thumb brushing jihyo’s cheek tenderly as she inches down for a short kiss. “do i have to make you speak?” mina taunts then, making jihyo’s eyes widen.

“n-no, i’m o-okay!” jihyo manages to say, tears falling as she blinks, her body still trying to recover from being used, abruptly forced to not come several times. “i’m just… i-i… you make me nervous!”

“i didn’t even notice.” mina smiles and jihyo pouts, losing her breath when mina presses her lips to her forehead. “you’re cute, miss park.”

jihyo huffs, the reaction more instinctive than intentional. “i’m not.”

“sure,” mina coos. she pulls away, intending to take jihyo in her arms and take care of her.

for a moment mina stops, admiring her well-done work ruining jihyo’s body, licking her lips when she runs her eyes down and catches a glimpse of jihyo’s reddened, soaked core, thoroughly ruined from being played with for far too long. mina’s stomach tightens at the realization that jihyo was still leaking with her own wetness, getting mina’s bed soaked under her.

jihyo sits up on the bed, face close to mina’s, wanting to get her attention away from her body, feeling shy again. “miss myoui.”

“it’s mina. no need to call me miss all the time,” mina passes her arm around jihyo’s waist. “though i liked to hear it when you were begging for me.” she finishes, and jihyo’s head fall to her shoulder. “mind to join me on a bath, miss park?”

“i like hyo better.” jihyo mutters softly. “can you give me a minute?”

“mhm.” mina agrees, but she pulls jihyo closer, making jihyo sit on her lap while jihyo finds the courage to get up and let herself be taken care of by mina. “just don’t sleep yet.”

“i won’t…” jihyo yawns, drowsy, closing her eyes and slowly forgetting her own words.