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HOT OR NOT - JEEWON

JEEWON X READER

TAGS: CONFESSION, EXHIBITIONISM, TEASING, CNC, THREESOME, DOUBLE PENETRATION, MULTIPLE CREMPIE

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“Hot or Not” is a new podcast where people can share their kinks, sex stories and wildest experiences and the host will decide if the story is “Hot or Not.” For tonight’s episode we have Jeewon.

“I get turned on when men stare at my body, when they are not even trying to hide how they are lusting over me” The anonymous guest said.

“When did you first realize you have this kink?” The host asked.

The new podcast is on a roll. Few weeks in, they are already on the top 5 list of most listeners online. The host used this platform to help embrace their sexual side and not be ashamed to explore their sexual needs. They invite anonymous guests to share a glimpse of their sex life.

Host 1: GOOD EVENING EVERYONE! How’s your day? I hope you had a good day as we are here to listen to tonight's guest!

Host 2: our viewer count is rising. It seems like we’re ready to roll! Let me welcome our guests! Tell us your name!

Jeewon: Hi I’m Je-

Host 1: remember to use a fake name to hide your identity!

Jeewon: Hi I’m Je-Jessica, good evening everyone!

Host 1: good evening Jessica! How’s your day?

Jessica: I’m good, I’m good

Host 2: Let's start with our ice breaker question! When was the last time you had sex with?

Jessica: last weekend

Host 1: Jessica looks sexually active!

Host 2: How was it?

Jessica: It was good, he lasted for hours!

Host 1: It seems like Jessica had a great night!

Host 2: What turns on Jessica?

Jessica: I get turned on when men stare at my body, when they are not even trying to hide how they are lusting over me

Host 1: when did you realize you have this kink?

Jessica: Most of the boys are stealing glances on my body, but there are boys who don't care if I caught their hungry look. The way they look at me makes me feel hot. They are undressing me with just their stares.

Host 2: Who are these boys? Do you know them?

Jessica: my male classmates, when I reached college, I noticed people started paying attention to me more. I know the reason why my body becomes more mature.

Host 2: Can you describe your body for our listeners out there?

Jessica: I was just a skinny kid in high school, when I hit puberty, I started to gain weight especially in the right places… my top uniform looks like it will bust open with how big my boobs are.

Host 1: every boy's fantasy: big boobs, the bigger the better!

Jessica: ever since my body matured. My male classmates started to treat me differently. They treat me like a princess, they offer me help whenever I need it. At first they looked at me with admiration… I started to get popular at school too.

Host 2: How many boys are trying to take you on a date?

Jessica: Laughs* even girls, what's to date me!

Host 1: How many boys have you hung out with?

Jessica: I usually hang out with my male classmates. They are fun to be around. They just always so clumsy that they always find a way to hit my boobs! Laughs*

Host 1: I would be clumsy too if I’m your classmate!

Host 2: What do you feel when they hit your boobs?

Jessica: I-I don’t want to admit it but I like it. I like the “accidental” bumps on my boobs. I like when their hands randomly hit my boobs, some of them even rest in it for a few seconds. One time in class, my seatmate's hands sneakily moved his hands towards my boobs. When his hand is about to touch it, he seems to hesitate. What I did is move my boobs closer to his hand and tuck his arms under my armpit so that he can’t move it away.

Host 1: what happened after that?

Jessica: We didn't talk about it afterwards but I noticed he told our other classmates which I don’t mind. From then on, every day, a new boy sits beside me hoping to get the same experience.

Host 2: Did they get the same experience?

Jessica: It depends on their personalities, I like teasing the shy one. When I feel them looking at my boobs, I will occasionally fondle my boobs during calls to give them the perspective on how soft my boobs are. There are some who aim at my legs. I move my legs closer to them as an invitation. They would rest their hands on top of my thighs, some caressing it. I like it when they squeeze it and feel how soft my thighs are. When they are loud and arrogant, I put them in their place. I would slap their hands away when they tried to get a touch. I would turn the table. I’m the one who will reach out to their bulge, they always gasp at the moment of contact. I would caress their hard bulge until the class was over. They look funny when they are trying to hold their groans during class.

Host 1: That's it, that’s hot, it’s over.

Host 2: No No! She hasn't even told the good part.

Host 2: have you tried doing it with your classmates?

Jessica: Yes, I done it with some of them

Host 1: When was the first time you did it with them?

Jessica: I did with two of my classmates

Host 1: two??

Jessica: Yes, we had a threesome

Host 1: What did they do to convince you to have a threesome??

Jessica: It’s a long story… I found out that one of my male classmates has a crush on my other classmate. I don’t like the idea of losing some attention. The girl is pretty but doesn’t have a body like mine. I don’t even know what he saw on her.

Host 2: I-I don’t get it, can you tell more?

Jessica: At first, I tried to get the boy’s attention using my “charms,” but it had no effect on him. He just looks at them with no emotions. He’s a decent guy, he seems to focus on studying though. I feel miserable, I don’t think I can go back to being just a regular girl. I asked him to help me with my assignments. He said he can but he stays with me alone. He seems too respectful for his own good. I said he can bring along one of our classmates

Host 1: who he brings with him?

A message pops up on the corner of the screen. “Wanna go to Jeewon’s house?” The message made you stand up in your seat. You were playing in an Internet cafe along with your friends. “When can we go?” You replied. “Right now,” he said. You forgot that you're still online in your game as your friends are scolding you to play through. “Jeewon needs some help with our assignments,” he added. You’re not the brightest kid but you certainly will do anything to help your crush. You've been eyeing Jeewon ever since you became classmates. Her bubbly face lights up and makes everyone smile just seeing her while her body leaves every boy dry.

The two of you are now at the front door of her house. Eyes widened, Jeewon is wearing an almost see-through tank top that also exposed her white undergarments. Her lower half is exposed with only a white mini skirt covering her private parts. A lump forms in your throat. Jeewon is excited to welcome both of you to her house. She gives cold water as she sees the two of you sweating. The three of you knew it’s not because of the heat. After some chit chats, you found out that her mother is working overseas while her father left them. He left them while Jeewon was just old enough to remember her father’s face. Her mother swore to give Jeewon the life she deserves even without the help of her father.

Your crush is now leading you upstairs with her in front of you. You have a perfect angle to take a glimpse of her underwear. You did notice that the girl is smirking as she knows what she’s doing. She has a regular size room, with a study table facing the window. She took extra chairs so that the three of you can study together. Sitting on her right side, the girl is in between the two of you. Your classmate is a smart one, he’s the one who teaches Jeewon your previous lessons, she seems to listen intently. The study session has been going smoothly until it turns into something else.

Like what’s happening during your classes, Jeewon lets you caress her boobs while her hands caress your classmates' thighs. The smart boy acts oblivious to what's happening. This made Jeewon mad, she knows that she needs to do more to get the boy’s attention. The three of you looking at the notes that your friend is writing as Jeewon’s pet falls randomly. “Let me get th- “ you offer to get her pen but the girl is already kneeling to get it. She is now kneeling underneath her table in between the two of you. The girl looks at the two of you waiting for a reaction. The time seems frozen as Jeewon puts her two hands in each of your bulges. The sight of her kneeling while her hands are on your bulge is more than enough to get turned on.

Jeewon is looking at the smart boys’ eyes while slowly peeling his shorts down, waiting for the boy to turn her down. But he didn’t, The girl smirks as she knows that she has the boy in her finger tips. His shorts are on his ankles, the girl is now looking at the stretched underwear of your classmate. “Let me help you with that,” she said giggling. She lowered down the underwear of the boy as her hard cock springs up. Jeewon touches the hard cock, giving a few strokes before shifting her attention onto you. You can’t even wait for her to undress you. You lower your own shorts to reveal your hard cock as well. She laughs at your eagerness, now holding the two cock in front of her. She strokes the cock in the same rhythm, while shifting her eyes on the two cocks, thinking about which cock will he suck first?

Your face looks helpless as you can’t wait to get your dick sucked. Jeewon noticed that as she gave your cock a slow lick on your tip. You left out a moan with how her tongue felt on your cock. The girl moves to the other cock giving it the same lick. She moves her two hands on the boy while locking eye contact with him. Two hands on the shaft as her tongue swirls on his tip. You’re on the side waiting stroking your own meat. Seeing the popular girl slut herself out is not something you thought you would see today. The smart boy whose acting nonchalant is now breathing heavily. Jeewon puts his cock on her mouth as she slowly puts the cock deeper inside her. The boy put his hand on her head as he tried to push her head down. Jeewon instead pulled her head back not licking what the boy did. She gives him a warning stare as she turns to face your cock.

Jeewon grins widely as she sees how you stroke yourself while watching her. She likes it when people give her attention, especially the right “attention,” it turns her on. You are about to stop stroking it but she guides your hand to keep it in your cock as she goes down on your balls. The way she looks at you with glee while her tongue is actively exploring all sides of your balls makes you throwback your head in bliss. Jeewon chuckles as you can’t help but to leave out a long moan. She appreciates this honesty. She moves your hand out your cock as she puts your tip in her mouth. She licks your tip while it’s inside her mouth waiting for your next reaction. You’re trying not to moan again as you felt a bit embarrassed. She tried to break your composure as she bobbed her head fast, sucking half of your cock. She’s trying to suck your cock real fast to make it more sensitive,and sensitive it is. Her most movements made you moan in the rhythm of her bobbing. Jeewon is enjoying the look on your face, you look like a mess as you try to get a hold of yourself.

The other boy felt jealous, so he stood up to put his cock closer to the girl but Jeewon was too occupied with your cock. She sucks your cock for a moment before paying attention to the boy. She now stands up and invites the two of you to her bed. She instructs you to lay down while telling the other boy to eat her from behind. You are now in the center of the bed. Jeewon is kneeling between your legs as the other boy is seated behind her with his face in her ass. The girl pulls down her top revealing her huge boobs. You have touched her boobs multiple times but you are still surprised how big and soft looking they are. She holds your cock teasing it, slapping it against her soft boobs. The other boy is now licking her clit from behind. Jeewon twitched occasionally when the other boy was licking the right spots. She holds her two boobs on the side pressing your cock in between them. She spits multiple times on your cock and on her boobs lubricating your cock. She now started moving her boobs slowly making sure your cock felt every softness of her huge tits. Her huge tits made your cock disappear between them. Jeewon is not yet satisfied, she starts sucking the head of your cock while she keeps moving her boobs.

“Fuck me from behind,” you heard her instruct the other boy. The guy didn’t waste any time lining up his cock behind her. Jeewon moans while your cock is still inside her mouth. She was getting pushed forward with every thrust of the boy. Your cock keeps going in and out of her face as she keeps getting pushed forward. You took this opportunity to stand up the bed, lining your cock horizontally in her mouth. She gives you a look as a go signal that you can start moving as well. The school slut is now getting fuck in her two holes at the same time. Jeewon’s body gets pushed front and backward as you’re alternately thrust in her holes. The girl is now a mess and she gets stimulated by double penetration. The other boy holds her hips in place as he starts to pound her harder. This just made Jeewon sucks your cock even deeper as she’s now getting fucked fast. You catches the others guy rhythm and now fucking her on the mouth as well, from alternating thrust to a unison. You now both get deeper in both of her holes at the same time. Jeewon's eyes turned white as she didn’t expect to get put in this submissive position. Her only plan was to seduce the other guy to have a crush on her not to your other classmates but things escalated quickly. She now has her mouth and her slit getting stretched open at the same time. The other boy seems fucking her at thr more rapid face paced as he is about to bust. Jeewon notices this as she removes your cock in her mouth to tell the boy to cum inside her. A low moan escaped her mouth as she felt the warm cum get purred inside her. The boy pulls his cock out as he sits on the side of the bed, Jeewon lays down her back as she takes a breather.

“It’s your turn,” the lying girl said. You quickly move between her legs as she spreads her logs in front of you. The cum on her slit drips out as you put your cock inside her. Jeewon gasps as another cock is deep within her. Her slits are making a quacking sound every time you pound her, evident in how wet she is. Her wet slit made you pound on her even more. Her boobs sways with each thrust, she moans every time you hit your cock deeper. The girl you have a crush on looks unrecognizable with how messy she looks, she breathes hastily as he gets pounded, her eyes looks lost in the bliss as the only thing in her mind is to get fucked. You hold on both of her boobs while you pound her at a faster pace. Your hands sink down on her soft boobs by grabbing them hard. She also puts her two fingers on her mouth as she misses the stimulation your cock has done. The other boy notices this and offers her own cock on her. He moved on the side of her head as Jeewon put the cock in her mouth. Your hips move faster as you’re also near your orgasm. The sound of flesh colliding can be heard as you’re now pounding her deeper with every thrust. “fu-fuck,” you can’t hold it anymore as you cum inside her.

Host 1: damn! That’s hot!

Host 2: I know our listeners felt hot with that one!

Host 1: I don’t need to see the online poll. I just knew everyone would find that hot!

Host 1: thank you for sharing one of your wildest experiences!

Host 2: We will certainly invite you for another episode of our podcast!

Jessica: Sure! I can share the time I did it with my teacher!

Host 1 and 2: you did what?!

[emperordinozenmon]

X-ecuted

Dinozen’s send off to Jeewon since Cignature is disbanding

The sleek, black jet landed smoothly on the sprawling grounds of Xavier’s School, the engines winding down with a mechanical whir. Storm stepped onto the ramp first, her white hair catching the sunlight, followed closely by a stocky, broad-shouldered young man who carried himself with quiet intensity.

“Remember, Dragon,” Storm said, her voice calm yet firm. “This place is a sanctuary, but it’s also a challenge. You’ll meet others like you—different, powerful, and learning to belong. Give it a chance.”

Dragon grunted in acknowledgment, adjusting the straps of his duffel bag. “We’ll see how they feel about a guy who could melt a building by accident.”

Storm smirked. “I think you’ll find yourself fitting in more than you know.”

As they stepped into the main building, the hum of youthful energy and the chatter of students filled the air. Storm told her nephew to stay put as she had to talk to Logan really quickly. Dragon stood alone for a moment. Dragon took in the scene with curiosity and unease, his powerful frame causing more than a few heads to turn. He kept his eyes forward, focusing on his aunt's return, until—

“Hey, watch it!”

Dragon felt a small figure bounce off his chest. He looked down to see a girl with short, vibrant green-tipped hair rubbing her shoulder.

“Sorry,” he muttered, stepping back.

“No problem,” she said, looking up at him with sharp eyes and a crooked grin. “Didn’t think I’d run into a wall inside the school.”

Dragon’s lips quirked into a faint smirk. “Name’s Dragon. And you are?”

“Asuka,” she said, brushing imaginary dust off her sleeves. “Better known as Shatter. You must be new. I’d remember someone built like a tank walking around here. Well, at least as much as the 4 others built like tanks people we have.”

“Yeah, just got here,” Dragon replied. “Storm’s taking me to meet Beast. She just had to talk to Wolverine before.”

“Dr. McCoy? Good luck with that,” Asuka said, rolling her eyes playfully. “He’s great, but he loves to talk. Anyway, stick with me. I’ll show you the ropes.”

Before Dragon could respond, two girls approached from further down the hallway. The first had an aura of authority and warmth, her honey-brown eyes sweeping over the scene with quiet amusement. Her companion, a taller girl with an innocent smile, and more athletic build, trailed close behind.

“Oh, new faces,” the first girl said, her voice smooth and melodic. “Hi, I’m Jeewon.”

The second girl waved, her voice softer but no less friendly. “I’m Natty.”

Dragon felt his chest tighten as his eyes met Jeewon’s. There was something magnetic about her presence, the way her confidence seemed effortless yet not overbearing. Her gaze lingered on him, curious and knowing, and it took all of his self-control not to fidget under the weight of it.

“Dragon,” he said, his voice steadier than he felt.

Jeewon’s lips curved into a smile. “Dragon. A strong name for someone who looks the part.” Her eyes flicked over his broad shoulders, and he could’ve sworn her expression softened, but her composure didn’t falter. “You settling in okay?”

“Trying to,” he replied. “Not sure how this place works yet.”

“Well, you’ll figure it out. And if you need help…” Jeewon stepped closer, her gaze never leaving his. “I’m around.”

Natty, meanwhile, had started chatting with Asuka. “So, what’s your mutation?” she asked, tilting her head.

“I break stuff,” Asuka said with a grin. “You?”

“Force fields,” Natty said shyly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m still learning how to use them.”

“That’s so cool!” Asuka said, leaning in with genuine excitement. “Maybe we could practice together sometime?”

Natty blushed, her smile widening. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Jeewon, noticing the exchange, gave Natty a teasing nudge. “Looks like you’ve made a friend already.”

Asuka shot her a mock glare. “Says the one making goo-goo eyes at Dragon.”

Dragon blinked, his face heating. “What?”

Jeewon, unfazed, gave Asuka a light shove. “Don’t listen to her. She’s just jealous I’m better at first impressions.”

“Better at everything,” Natty added with a giggle.

Before Dragon could decide whether to feel flattered or flustered, Storm reappeared at the end of the hallway.

“Dragon,” she called, her tone cutting through the playful banter. “Beast is waiting.”

Dragon glanced at Jeewon one last time, her calm smile somehow grounding him. “Guess I’ll see you around,” he said.

“You will,” Jeewon replied, her voice softer now, as if she were promising something.

With that, Dragon followed Storm down the corridor, his mind swirling with thoughts of fiery powers, strange new surroundings—and the girl whose gaze lingered far longer than it should have.

The pair reached the office, the door swinging open to reveal a room filled with shelves of books, glowing instruments, and a faint scent of antiseptic. A large, blue-furred figure turned from his conversation with a platinum-blonde woman as they entered.

“Ah, Ororo, wonderful to see you,” Beast said, his voice warm and deep. He turned his attention to Dragon, offering a wide smile. “And you must be Draigo. Welcome. My name is Hank McCoy.”

Dragon nodded politely. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

Beast chuckled, waving a massive hand. “Oh, my stars, look at you—how formal! No need for that; you’re among peers here. Please, call me Hank. Or Beast, if you prefer.”

Dragon nodded again, filing the comment away. He quickly sized up Beast—intelligent, approachable, but likely to appreciate a certain level of respect. “Of course, Hank,” he said, his tone measured but kind.

Beast seemed satisfied and gestured to the woman beside him. “And this is Magik,” he said.

Dragon turned to the platinum-haired mutant as she stepped around Beast. Her sharp features and confident stance gave off an untouchable air, but her oversized Lorna Shore Pain Remains tour shirt hinted at something else entirely.

“You like Lorna Shore?” Dragon asked, his voice cutting through the formalities.

Magik’s eyes lit up, the guarded edge in her expression softening into surprise. “Oh, I love them,” she said, her tone suddenly animated. “Do I sense a fellow metalhead?”

Dragon nodded emphatically, a rare grin breaking through his usual reserve. “Big fan. Their riffs are insane, and their breakdowns…”

“Absolutely brutal,” Magik finished, her enthusiasm bubbling over. “You ever catch them live?”

“Not yet,” Dragon admitted, “but it’s on my list. You?”

“I saw them in Limbo,” Magik replied, her smirk playful. “Perks of being the queen of a hell dimension.”

Dragon raised an eyebrow but didn’t miss a beat. “Guess I’ll need a portal pass next time they tour.”

Magik laughed, a genuine, warm sound. She had been worried about connecting with the newcomer, but Dragon’s easy manner and shared interest melted through the initial awkwardness.

Before the conversation could deepen, Beast cleared his throat gently, stepping back into the moment. “Apologies for the interruption, but we should proceed. Dragon, we’ll be analyzing your X-gene today to better understand your mutation and how it manifests.”

Dragon gave a small nod, glancing at Magik. “We’ll pick this up later,” he said, a hint of mischief in his tone.

Magik grinned, crossing her arms. “Count on it.”

As Beast led Dragon to the examination area, Storm exchanged a quiet, knowing look with Magik. “He’s in good hands,” Storm said.

Magik smirked, her gaze lingering on the door. “He’s got potential. And good taste in music.”

Dragon and Beast walked into the lab, the sterile scent of metal and ozone filling the air. Machines hummed softly, their lights casting a faint glow over the rows of equipment. Beast moved with practiced ease, setting up a sleek, cylindrical device in the center of the room.

“So,” Beast began, his tone light, “Ororo tells me you’re quite the fire starter.”

Dragon caught the playful glint in the blue-furred scientist’s eyes and couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, I guess so,” he said, leaning into the joke.

Beast’s face lit up in delight. “Ah! A young man who appreciates my humor. A rare find indeed.”

Dragon grinned as he stepped closer to the machine, curiosity tugging at his thoughts. “What kind of scanner is that?” he asked, gesturing to the device. “Looks like it uses a mix of photonic and magnetic resonance imaging.”

Beast paused, raising an impressed eyebrow. “Well spotted. It’s a hybrid design, though I’ve enhanced it to better detect genetic and molecular anomalies. Not exactly standard equipment.”

“Yeah, I figured as much,” Dragon replied. “The calibration patterns on the outer ring aren’t something you’d see in commercial systems. Are those for fine-tuning the energy field density?”

Beast chuckled, a deep, warm sound. “You have a good eye, Dragon. Yes, precisely. Though I might suggest a more nuanced phrasing—the density adjustment is more about harmonizing the field to interact with the subject’s unique bioelectric signature.”

Dragon nodded, filing away the information. “Right, that makes sense. I probably would’ve missed the bioelectric part if I was designing it.”

“Well, that’s why it’s a team effort,” Beast said with an encouraging smile. “Now then, let’s see this remarkable X-gene of yours.”

Beast gestured for him to take a seat inside the cylindrical chamber, adjusting a few dials as he spoke.

“Try to stay still, and when you see a bright green light, you’ll be free to move.”

Dragon nodded and settled into the machine, its padded seat surprisingly comfortable. The soft whir of its engine grew louder, and the device rotated around him with a steady hum. As the machinery activated, Dragon was reminded of old dentist visits, the feeling of X-ray machines humming inches from his face.

The green light flashed suddenly, followed by a gentle beep signaling the scan’s completion.

“All done,” Beast announced, opening the chamber.

Dragon stepped out and followed him to another section of the lab, where a bank of monitors displayed complex data streams and glowing graphs. Beast examined the results with practiced focus, his eyes darting between screens.

“Well, Dragon is certainly the correct nickname for you,” Beast finally said, his voice tinged with amusement.

“Oh? How so?” Dragon asked, leaning slightly to get a better view of the screens.

Beast gestured to the data displayed. “Since your X-gene awakened—let’s see—15 years, 3 months, 4 days, 5 hours, 2 minutes, and, ah… 58 seconds ago, it has been steadily generating a unique kinetic energy. This energy has several properties: it can create propulsion, ignite the very air around you, and grant you enhanced strength and resistance to kinetic trauma by absorbing and redirecting force. Quite the fiery combination.”

Dragon’s brow furrowed slightly as he absorbed the information. “Wait… So my power is kind of like Vibranium?”

Beast tilted his head thoughtfully. “Not quite, though the comparison is apt. Vibranium absorbs and redistributes energy, but your mutation does more than that. You not only absorb energy but also generate your own, allowing for nearly limitless potential—within reason, of course.”

Dragon smirked, but his curiosity was clearly piqued. “So, better Vibranium.”

Beast chuckled, his deep voice resonating warmly. “Precisely. For now, we’ll call this ability Destructo-Kinesis until we gather more data.”

Dragon hesitated before pointing at one of the monitors. “This pattern here… is that showing my energy output over time? Because it looks like there’s a spike every few hours. Could that be a natural build-up, like a battery needing to discharge?”

Beast adjusted his glasses and nodded. “Astute observation. Yes, that could explain the periodic fluctuations. Your mutation seems to have a self-regulating mechanism, but it might struggle when the energy exceeds a certain threshold. That might be what caused your… incident two weeks ago.”

Dragon crossed his arms, frowning slightly. “So, theoretically, if I trained myself to release smaller bursts of energy on a schedule, I might avoid another overload?”

“An excellent hypothesis,” Beast said, impressed. “Though I’d caution you to refine your control before testing that. Energy release is rarely as simple as flipping a switch.”

Dragon’s lips quirked into a sheepish smile. “Yeah, I guess my last ‘experiment’ didn’t go so well.”

Beast gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Trial and error, my boy. It’s how we all learn. And speaking of trials—”

A voice from the doorway interrupted them. “Hey, Beast, got a second?”

They turned to see Asuka leaning casually against the doorframe, her trademark smirk in place. Dragon raised an eyebrow at her sudden appearance.

“Don’t let me interrupt the science,” she teased, stepping into the room. “Just came to see if the fire starter here made it through his first lab session in one piece.”

Dragon rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide a small grin. “Still here, shatterstar. You worried about me?”

“Pfft. Please.” Asuka grinned. “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t boring Hank to death with your stoic routine. wait hold up reverse, what was that you called me?”

"Um Shatter Star,"

"ooh I like that. I am keeping that as my future X-men name." Asuka said.

Dragon smiled, and said, "you're welcome"

Asuka rolled her eyes in annoyance. "God why are you so boring," she said

Beast cleared his throat, his expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. “I assure you, Asuka, Dragon has been an excellent conversationalist. Far better than certain other students who interrupt my work.”

Asuka shot him an unrepentant smile. “Guilty as charged. Speaking of interruptions, Natty’s been looking for you,” she said, directing her words to Dragon. “Something about showing you the ‘fun’ side of the school.”

Dragon tilted his head. “Natty, huh?”

“She’s probably somewhere near the student lounge,” Asuka added. “If you’re lucky, you might catch her before she starts dragging random people into karaoke.”

Dragon exchanged a glance with Beast, who gave a small nod. “Go on,” Beast said. “I’ll finish analyzing the rest of this data. We can regroup later.”

“Thanks, Hank,” Dragon said, turning toward the door.

Asuka stepped aside to let him pass but fell into step beside him as they left the lab. “You know,” she said with a grin, “I think Natty might actually like you. Not sure why, though.”

Dragon smirked. “Guess I’m just likable.”

Asuka snorted. “We’ll see.”

The pair made their way down the hall, the conversation flowing easily between them. Asuka’s casual teasing kept things light, but her expression shifted ever so slightly when they reached the lounge. after that Asuka and Dragon split up

Asuka strolled through one of the quieter hallways of the school, hands stuffed in her jacket pockets. She wasn’t headed anywhere in particular, just soaking in the strangeness of the day so far. Her mind wandered to the new guy, Dragon—interesting dude, but definitely intense. And then there was Natty.

Asuka caught herself smiling at the thought of the atheletic, bubbly girl with the force fields. “Cute,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head as she rounded a corner.

And there she was. Natty stood at a locker, struggling to fit a stack of books into a bag that seemed far too small for the job. Asuka paused for a second, taking in the sight before casually strolling up behind her.

“Need a hand, Force Field?” Asuka asked, leaning against the lockers with an easy smirk.

Natty startled slightly, turning to face her. “Oh! Hi, Asuka.” She laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “I think my bag’s rebelling against me.”

“Looks like it,” Asuka said, reaching out to take the books. “Let me see.”

Natty hesitated for a moment before handing them over. “Thanks. I swear, it’s like the harder I push, the more this thing resists.”

Asuka raised an eyebrow as she deftly rearranged the contents of the bag. “You’d think someone who can create force fields would have no problem with a stubborn zipper.”

Natty giggled, her cheeks tinged pink. “I can contain explosions, not my own poor packing decisions.”

“There.” Asuka zipped the bag with a flourish and handed it back to her. “Problem solved.”

“Wow, you’re good at this,” Natty said, slinging the bag over her shoulder. “Do you moonlight as a professional organizer?”

Asuka chuckled. “Nah, just a quick learner. Besides, I couldn’t let you struggle. You’d probably try to force-field the books into submission, and then we’d all be in trouble.”

Natty’s laugh rang out, light and sweet. “Hey, I’m not that reckless.”

“No? Guess I’ll have to stick around to find out,” Asuka said, her smirk softening into a playful grin.

Natty tilted her head, her smile turning shy. “You’re not what I expected.”

“Oh yeah?” Asuka leaned closer, her voice dropping slightly. “What’d you expect?”

“Someone tougher, maybe scarier,” Natty admitted, meeting her gaze. “But you’re… different.”

“I can be scary,” Asuka teased, crossing her arms. “But not with you. You’ve got that whole innocent charm thing going on. Kinda hard to be intimidating when you’re smiling like that.”

Natty’s blush deepened, and she glanced down at her shoes before looking back up. “Well, maybe I like the not-so-scary version of you.”

Asuka chuckled, feeling her own cheeks warm. “Good to know.” She straightened, taking a step back but still holding Natty’s gaze. “Guess I’ll see you around, force field.”

“You better,” Natty replied, her voice soft but firm.

Asuka gave her a wink before turning on her heel, and heading off down the hallway with a noticeable spring in her step.

Natty watched her go, a smile lingering on her lips.

A few days later Dragon was heading to his first training mission with Magik. He was excited as she had been hyping up all she was gonna teach him.

The corridors of Xavier’s School were bustling with the quiet hum of activity as students and teachers went about their day. Dragon was making his way to the training center, the sound of his boots echoing against the tiled floor. He was lost in thought, mulling over Beast’s words about his “Destructo-Kinesis” and wondering how it would hold up in a real training session.

As he rounded a corner, his thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he nearly collided with someone.

“Whoa!” he exclaimed, reflexively reaching out to steady the person.

“Sorry about that!” came a cheerful, slightly breathless voice.

Dragon blinked and found himself face-to-face with Jeewon. Her warm brown eyes sparkled with amusement as she looked up at him, her small hands resting lightly on his arms where he’d caught her.

“No worries,” Dragon said, releasing her as she stepped back. He tried not to stare, but there was something about her—the confidence in her stance, the effortless way she carried herself—that made it hard to look away.

“You’re Dragon, right? Storm’s nephew?” Jeewon asked, tilting her head.

“Yeah, that’s me,” he replied, a small smile tugging at his lips. “And you’re Jeewon… from Cignature, right?”

Her smile widened. “Guilty. Though here, I’m just another mutant trying to figure out her powers.”

Dragon raised an eyebrow. “You seem pretty confident for someone who’s ‘just trying to figure things out.’”

Jeewon laughed softly, the sound melodic and easy. “Fake it till you make it, right? Speaking of, where are you headed?”

“Training,” Dragon said, adjusting his posture slightly. “Trying to figure out what I can do without… you know, blowing up.”

Her eyes lit up with curiosity. “Blowing up? That sounds dramatic.”

“I wish I was being only dramatic, but It’s as dramatic as it sounds,” he admitted with a chuckle. “My mutation lets me generate and absorb energy. But if I take in too much without releasing it, things… get messy.”

“Messy how?” she asked, her tone equal parts teasing and intrigued.

“Let’s just say a field trip to the Grand Canyon ended with me making a brand-new crater,” Dragon said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Jeewon’s laugh bubbled up again, but there was no trace of judgment in it—only genuine amusement. “That’s definitely a story. Sounds like you’ve got the power of a superhero and the control of a toddler.”

“Harsh, but fair,” Dragon said, grinning. “What about you? What’s your power?”

Jeewon hesitated for a moment before answering. “I manipulate soundwaves and fire. It’s not super flashy, but it can be pretty useful.”

Dragon’s interest piqued. “Soundwaves and fire, huh? Like, you can blast people with a scream or something?”

She nodded. “Something like that. I can amplify my voice to shatter objects or disorient people and also create roar flames that do various things. It’s more about precision than raw power, though. I’m still figuring out the limits.”

“Sounds versatile,” Dragon said, his tone genuinely impressed. “And way more controlled than what I’ve got going on.”

Jeewon gave him a playful nudge on the arm. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’ve got potential—it just needs a little refining.”

Dragon chuckled, feeling a flicker of warmth at her words. “Thanks. I guess I could use someone like you to keep me in line.”

She arched an eyebrow, her smile turning slightly mischievous. “Oh, I don’t know. I might be more trouble than you can handle.”

He laughed a low and easy sound that surprised even him. “I think I’ll take my chances.”

For a moment, they just stood there, an unspoken connection sparking between them. The playful banter felt natural, but beneath it was a sense of mutual respect—and maybe something more.

“Well,” Jeewon said, breaking the silence but keeping her tone light, “I’d better let you get to training before Storm comes looking for you. She’s not one to mess with.”

“Don’t I know it,” Dragon replied, smirking.

Jeewon gave him a small wave as she started to walk away, her voice carrying over her shoulder. “Good luck, Dragon. Don’t blow up the school!”

“No promises,” he called after her, grinning as he watched her disappear down the hall.

As Dragon resumed his walk to the training center, a small smile tugged at his lips. Something about Jeewon’s presence—her confidence, her humor, the way she didn’t treat him like a walking disaster—had left an impression.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the footsteps behind him until a cheerful, teasing voice broke through his reverie.

“Looks like someone has a little crush,” Magik said, her tone laced with mischief.

Dragon spun around, his face immediately turning a shade lighter. “What? No! I mean—” He stumbled over his words, his hands waving in protest as if to bat away the very suggestion.

Magik grinned, thoroughly enjoying his flustered state. “Relax, rookie. I’m not judging.” She crossed her arms, her expression softening but retaining that mischievous glint. “In fact, I think you two would work surprisingly well together. There’s something complementary about your energies.”

Dragon opened his mouth to protest further, but Magik cut him off with a smirk. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you two get plenty of time to figure that out. Maybe we’ll schedule a joint training session—Jeewon, Dazzler, you, and me. It’ll be fun.”

Dragon groaned internally, already imagining the teasing that would come from such a session. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Oh, I absolutely do,” she shot back, her grin widening.

Deciding it was safer to change the subject, Dragon asked, “So, what kind of simulation are we running today?”

“Simulation?” Magik scoffed as though he’d suggested something ridiculous. “We’re sparring in Limbo. I don’t want my boyfriend mad at me for breaking the Danger Room again.”

Dragon paused mid-step, his brain processing her words. “Wait… your boyfriend is Forge?”

Magik blinked, momentarily thrown off. “How did you know that?”

“I met him yesterday,” Dragon replied with a shrug, “and he was talking about how Professor X asked him to set up the Danger Room for a new mutant with ‘volcanic abilities.’ He told Xavier no because, and I quote, ‘I have a concert date with my super-hot, scary metalhead girlfriend.’”

For a moment, Magik just stared at him, and then she burst out laughing—a genuine, unrestrained laugh that echoed down the hallway. “Okay, I’m impressed. You actually listened to Forge’s rambling and put two and two together. Most people tune him out after thirty seconds.”

Dragon grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think it’s more of a ‘broken clock is right twice a day’ thing. I only ended up talking to him because he had a Gundam figure on his desk.”

Magik’s expression shifted to one of genuine surprise. “Wait a second—you’re the IBO fan Danny was talking about during our date?”

Dragon nodded, a little sheepishly. “Yeah, I might’ve geeked out about Iron-Blooded Orphans a little.”

Magik’s eyes widened further, and her grin turned into something more genuine. “Okay, now I really need to make sure you’ve got control over your powers. Can’t have you blowing up when you’re clearly one of the good ones.”

“Good ones?” Dragon repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Magik said, her tone more earnest now. “Smart enough to keep up with Forge, cool enough to love Lorna Shore, and geeky enough to bond over Gundam. You’re shaping up to be a pretty solid protege.”

Dragon couldn’t help but chuckle. “Thanks… I think.”

“Don’t let it go to your head, rookie,” Magik teased, though her voice was warm. “Come on, let’s get to Limbo before I change my mind and actually throw you into a simulation.”

As they walked side by side, Dragon felt a sense of ease settle over him. Magik’s teasing and the way she treated him with a mix of challenge and camaraderie reminded him of the older sister he never had. It was clear she was rooting for him, even if she had a funny way of showing it.

Magik Opened one of her "stepping stones" and pushed Dragon through it. Dragon stumbled into Limbo with his mentor. She led him to an area she dubbed the training center

The dimly lit training chamber hummed with latent energy. Dragon stood opposite Magik, tension radiating from his muscular frame as he awaited her first move. Magik twirled her Soulsword lazily, her sharp blue eyes fixed on him like a hawk sizing up its prey.

“All right, rookie,” she said, grinning. “This is going to hurt. But it’ll hurt less if you move faster.”

Dragon smirked nervously, raising his fists. “That’s… comforting.”

Magik lunged without warning, her sword gleaming with eldritch fire. Dragon barely managed to sidestep, summoning a kinetic shield to block her follow-up strike. The force of the impact sent him stumbling back, his boots skidding across the floor.

“Not bad,” Magik remarked. “But not good enough.”

She pressed the attack, forcing Dragon to rely on his reflexes and raw strength. Despite his determination, it was clear he was struggling to keep up. After a particularly well-placed feint, Magik disarmed him, knocking him to the ground with the flat of her blade.

“You’re holding back,” she said, looking down at him.

Dragon scowled, his pride stinging more than his bruised shoulder. “I’m not.”

Magik extended a hand, helping him to his feet. “Yes, you are. I’ve seen you fight harder when you’re pissed off. What’s stopping you now?”

He hesitated, glancing away. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

Her gaze softened, though her tone remained firm. “You won’t hurt me. I can take care of myself. What are you terrified of, Dragon?”

The question hung in the air like a weight. Dragon crossed his arms, his jaw tightening. “I’m not afraid.”

Magik tilted her head, studying him. “Then why do you keep pulling your punches? Who taught you that being strong was something to be ashamed of?”

For a moment, it seemed like he wouldn’t answer. But then, he sighed, his shoulders slumping as he sat down on the edge of the sparring mat.

“My family,” he admitted quietly.

Magik sheathed her sword and joined him on the mat, sitting cross-legged. “What happened?”

Dragon hesitated, his hands clenching into fists. “They were… all mutants. Every single one of them. Telepaths. My dad even had a secondary mutation—he could see three years into the future whenever he wanted. They thought I didn’t have powers, though. Just some ‘ordinary kid’ in a family full of prodigies.”

“And then?” Magik prompted gently.

“And then my powers finally showed up,” he said, his voice bitter. “I was thirteen. Got into a fight at school—some bully tried to humiliate me in front of everyone. I lashed out, and my powers… they weren’t pretty. I wasn’t pretty. My family freaked out.”

Magik frowned. “What do you mean?”

“They didn’t want me around anymore,” Dragon said, his voice cracking slightly. “Said they couldn’t deal with a ‘violent’ mutant in the house. Like I was some kind of ticking time bomb. They didn’t even try to understand me—they just wanted me gone.”

Magik’s expression darkened. “Let me guess—they used their telepathy to make you doubt yourself. Turned your own thoughts against you.”

Dragon nodded, his face haunted. “It wasn’t just the arguments. They’d know what I was going to say before I even said it. Every excuse, every plea, every moment of anger—they shut it down before I could even get the words out.”

Magik sat in silence for a moment, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her sword. “That’s not family. That’s cruelty.”

Dragon looked away, ashamed. “Sometimes I think they were right. Maybe I am dangerous.”

“Bullshit,” Magik said sharply, making him look up in surprise. “You’re not dangerous because you’re strong. You’re dangerous because they taught you to hate yourself for it.”

He blinked, her words hitting harder than any blow.

Magik softened her tone, leaning closer. “Listen to me, Dragon. You’re standing at a crossroads. You can let their lies turn you into someone bitter and angry—someone like Magneto. Or you can prove them wrong by becoming better than they ever were.”

He stared at her, her words sinking in. “How do I do that?”

Magik smirked, standing up and offering him a hand. “By training with me until you can kick my ass.”

Despite himself, Dragon chuckled, taking her hand. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Scene: Storm and Magik

While the students studied, Magik found Storm in the faculty lounge, sipping tea by the window.

“Got a minute?” Magik asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Storm nodded, setting her cup down. “What’s on your mind?”

“It’s about Dragon,” Magik said, crossing her arms. “I was pushing him pretty hard during training today, and… I learned some things.”

Storm raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

Magik hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “His family. They were all telepaths, right?”

Storm nodded grimly. “Yes. I believe his father was particularly gifted.”

Magik frowned. “They used their powers against him, didn’t they? To manipulate him, shut him down before he could stand up for himself?”

Storm sighed, her expression pained. “Unfortunately, yes. His family saw his powers as an embarrassment, something to be feared rather than nurtured. They didn’t understand him, so they chose to silence him instead. It’s no wonder he struggles with trust and control.”

Magik’s jaw tightened. “He’s on the edge, Ororo. I can see it. If we don’t guide him the right way, he could end up going down a dark path.”

Storm nodded, her voice firm. “Then we’ll guide him. Together. Dragon has the potential to be great, but he’ll need all the support we can give him to overcome his past.”

Magik’s gaze softened. “He’s lucky to have you as a mentor.”

Storm smiled faintly. “And he’s lucky to have you as well, Illyana. You understand him in ways few others could.”

Magik smirked. “I just hope he doesn’t break my sword when he finally beats me.” Study

Later, Dragon joined Jeewon, Natty, and Asuka in the library. The three were bent over a table, working through stacks of books and notes. Jeewon greeted him with a warm smile as he sat down, the tension from earlier slowly melting away in her presence.

The late afternoon sun filtered through the windows of Xavier’s library, casting warm golden streaks across the room. At one of the larger tables, Jeewon sat with her notes neatly spread out in front of her, her pen gliding effortlessly across the page. Across from her, Dragon was hunched over, furrowing his brow at the math problem in his workbook like it was his arch-nemesis.

At the far end of the table, Natty and Asuka were nestled closer together, their heads nearly touching as they shared a textbook.

“Okay, so if the formula is like this,” Natty said, pointing to a line on the page, “then the answer should be…”

“Eighteen?” Asuka ventured, glancing at her with hopeful eyes.

Natty grinned, her dimple making a brief appearance. “Exactly. See, I told you you’re better at this than you think.”

Asuka blushed slightly, her hand brushing against Natty’s as she turned the page. Jeewon, from her spot at the table, caught the moment out of the corner of her eye. She smiled to herself but didn’t comment, instead pretending to adjust her notes.

“Ugh, this doesn’t make sense!” Dragon groaned, breaking the relative quiet. He shoved his workbook aside dramatically, his frustration palpable.

Jeewon chuckled softly, looking up at him. “Need some help?”

Dragon hesitated, his pride battling with the need for assistance. Eventually, he nodded. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure this equation was designed to make me feel dumb.”

Jeewon slid her chair closer to his, their shoulders almost brushing as she leaned over to look at his workbook. “Alright, show me what you’ve got so far.”

Dragon quickly forgot his frustration as Jeewon’s presence filled his senses. He focused on the math problem—at least, he tried to. Every time Jeewon pointed something out, her hand moving gracefully across the page, Dragon found himself more focused on her than the numbers.

Across the table, Natty noticed Dragon’s stolen glances and Jeewon’s patient, encouraging tone. She smirked knowingly, nudging Asuka gently.

“What?” Asuka whispered, looking confused.

Natty leaned in closer, her voice low. “Dragon’s totally into her.”

Asuka blinked, glancing over at the pair. “Really? I mean… they do look kind of close.”

“They’re cute together,” Natty whispered back, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Then, with a sly grin, she added, “Kind of like us.”

Asuka’s cheeks turned a soft pink, and she looked down at the textbook, suddenly very interested in the next problem. “You’re imagining things,” she muttered.

“Am I?” Natty teased, her voice playful. She let the subject drop, though, focusing back on the task at hand.

Meanwhile, Jeewon had caught the exchange between Natty and Asuka. She noticed the way Natty’s eyes lingered on Asuka a little longer than necessary, the way Asuka seemed flustered but secretly pleased by the attention. Jeewon smiled softly, recognizing the familiar signs of something new and sweet blooming between them.

“You’re doing great, Dragon,” Jeewon said, snapping him back to the task at hand.

Dragon glanced at her, his expression softening. “Thanks. You make it look so easy.”

“That’s what practice is for,” Jeewon replied warmly, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment that felt longer than it should have.

Natty, watching the scene unfold, bit back a laugh. She wasn’t sure who was more obvious—Dragon with his subtle admiration or Jeewon with the gentle way she encouraged him.

“So,” Natty said suddenly, breaking the moment, “when’s the next study session? This has been way more fun than I expected.”

Jeewon glanced over at her with a knowing smile. “Whenever you two want. You’ve been working really hard.” Her gaze flicked briefly to Asuka, whose blush deepened under the praise.

Dragon leaned back in his chair, grinning at Natty. “Yeah, it’s been fun—frustrating math problems aside. I could do this again.”

Natty gave him a sly look. “Oh, I bet you could.”

Dragon frowned slightly, sensing there was a deeper meaning to her words, but Jeewon’s laugh distracted him.

“Alright,” Jeewon said, standing and stretching. “Let’s wrap up for today. Same time next week?”

Everyone nodded, and as they packed up their things, Natty and Asuka fell into step together, their conversation already picking up where it had left off.

Jeewon lingered for a moment, walking alongside Dragon. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, her smile soft. “You’re a quick learner, you know. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“Thanks,” Dragon said, his voice quieter than usual. He wanted to say more, but the words didn’t come.

Natty glanced back at them as she walked away with Asuka, her grin widening. “They’re so obvious,” she whispered to Asuka, who only giggled in response. The first Mission

Jeewon, Dragon, Asuka and Natty were happy to be assigned their first mission. A rescue mission on the recently attacked Genosha.

The air over Genosha was heavy with ash and despair. The once-thriving mutant refuge now lay in ruins, buildings reduced to jagged skeletons, and the ground scarred with the blackened remains of Sentinel attacks. Smoke curled into the sky, and the faint sound of survivors calling out for help carried on the wind.

Dragon, Jeewon, Natty, and Asuka stood at the edge of the destruction, surveying the devastation with grim expressions. They had been sent to assist in the recovery effort—rescuing survivors, stabilizing structures, and helping the injured. For some, this was their first mission.

“Okay, team,” Jeewon said, her voice steady despite the grim scene before them. “We split into pairs. Dragon, you’re with me. Asuka, Natty, you two cover the eastern quadrant. Look for survivors first—no heroics. If you spot something you can’t handle, call for backup.”

“Got it,” Natty said, glancing at Asuka. Her usually carefree demeanor was subdued, her brows furrowed with worry.

Asuka gave a small nod, her lips pressed into a thin line. She reached out, brushing her fingers lightly against Natty’s wrist—a quiet reassurance. Natty glanced down at the touch and managed a faint smile before the two set off toward the smoldering wreckage.

Scene: Eastern Quadrant

The rubble-strewn streets were eerily silent, save for the occasional groan of unstable debris shifting in the wind. Natty and Asuka worked in quiet synchronicity, clearing paths and calling out for survivors.

“Over here,” Natty said, spotting movement beneath a collapsed wall. Together, they shifted the debris to uncover a young mutant boy clutching a makeshift toy carved from wood. His eyes were wide with fear, his small body trembling.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Asuka said softly, kneeling beside him. Her voice was calm and steady, like the rhythm of waves on a distant shore. “We’re here to help.”

The boy hesitated, clutching the toy tighter.

Natty crouched beside Asuka, her warm smile cutting through the tension. “She’s right. We’ve got you. Can you tell us your name?”

“Luca,” the boy whispered, his voice barely audible.

“Hi, Luca,” Natty said. “I’m Natty, and this is Asuka. We’re going to get you out of here, okay?”

The boy nodded hesitantly, allowing Asuka to lift him gently into her arms. She cradled him as though he were made of glass, her typically reserved expression softening into something tender.

“You’re safe now,” she murmured.

Natty watched the scene unfold, her chest tightening. Asuka’s gentle care for the boy was a side of her Natty hadn’t seen before, and it struck her deeply. Without thinking, she reached out and placed a hand on Asuka’s shoulder, squeezing lightly.

Asuka glanced up, her dark eyes meeting Natty’s. For a moment, the chaos around them faded, leaving only the quiet understanding between them.

“You’re good at this,” Natty said softly.

Asuka’s lips quirked into a faint smile. “So are you.”

Scene: The Mission’s End

By the time they regrouped with Jeewon and Dragon, the sun was beginning to set, casting an amber glow over the ravaged landscape. The team had rescued dozens of survivors, but the weight of the loss was still palpable.

Dragon looked exhausted, his hands covered in soot, but there was a quiet determination in his eyes. Jeewon stood beside him, her presence a steady anchor amidst the chaos.

“How’d it go?” Jeewon asked as Natty and Asuka approached.

“We found a few survivors,” Asuka said, her voice measured. “They’re being escorted to the evacuation zone now.”

Jeewon nodded, her gaze lingering on the two. There was a closeness between them that hadn’t been there before—a quiet understanding forged in the fire of their shared experience.

As the team began making their way back to the extraction point, Natty fell into step beside Asuka, their shoulders brushing. For a moment, neither said anything, content to walk in silence.

Finally, Natty spoke, her voice low enough that only Asuka could hear. “Hey.”

Asuka glanced at her, raising an eyebrow.

“You did good today,” Natty said. “I mean it. You’re… amazing.”

Asuka’s expression softened, and she looked away, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. “So are you,” she replied quietly.

Natty grinned, her usual playful energy returning. “I know.”

Despite the destruction around them, a small laugh escaped Asuka, and the sound was like a spark of light in the darkness.

Behind them, Jeewon exchanged a knowing glance with Dragon.

“Looks like they’re getting close,” she said softly.

Dragon nodded, watching the pair with a faint smile. “Yeah. Good for them.”

Jeewon turned her attention to him, studying his expression. “And what about us?”

Dragon froze, caught off guard by the question. But before he could stammer out a reply, Jeewon smiled and started walking ahead, leaving him to trail after her, his heart pounding in his chest.

The team was making their way toward the jet, the promise of rest after a harrowing day driving them forward. The sun hung low, painting the ruins of Genosha in shades of orange and crimson. Dragon walked beside Jeewon, their conversation punctuated by the soft crunch of rubble underfoot, while Natty and Asuka trailed behind, exchanging quiet words and occasional smiles.

Just as the jet came into view, the ground trembled beneath their feet. A deep, mechanical roar echoed through the air, and from the wreckage of a destroyed building, a sentinel rose, its towering frame illuminated by the fading sunlight.

“Look out!” Jeewon shouted, instinctively moving in front of the group. Her training kicked in as she raised her hands, preparing to summon her powers, but the sentinel’s targeting systems locked onto her instantly.

“Mutant identified,” the sentinel’s monotone voice boomed. “Threat level: Omega. Neutralizing target.”

A beam of energy shot from its chest, hurtling straight toward Jeewon.

Before she could react, Dragon was there. He moved faster than she’d ever seen, positioning himself between her and the blast. With a roar of defiance, he threw up his hands, and a shimmering kinetic shield erupted around him, absorbing the energy.

The impact sent shockwaves through the ground, forcing everyone to stagger back. Natty grabbed Asuka to steady her, their expressions a mix of shock and fear.

“Dragon!” Jeewon called, her voice laced with worry.

He didn’t respond. The shield held firm, crackling with raw energy as the beam subsided. When Dragon turned to face her, Jeewon’s breath caught. His eyes were no longer the soft brown she’d grown accustomed to. His sclera had turned pitch black, and his irises burned with a vivid, raging red—a transformation both terrifying and awe-inspiring.

“Stay behind me,” Dragon growled, his voice lower, almost guttural.

The sentinel advanced, its heavy footfalls shaking the earth. More shadows loomed on the horizon—two, three, then five additional sentinels rising from the ruins, drawn by the commotion.

Dragon didn’t hesitate. He launched himself into the air, propelled by a burst of kinetic energy. He also finally managed to summon his soulspear and fight the sentinels. His movements were feral, each strike precise and devastating.

The first sentinel didn’t stand a chance. Dragon’s punch shattered its chest-plate, sending shards of metal flying as it collapsed into a heap. He didn’t stop. Turning with inhuman speed, he tore through the next, his energy-imbued fists ripping its limbs apart before driving a kinetic blast into its core, obliterating it.

The remaining sentinels converged, firing beams of energy and missiles in a coordinated assault. Dragon roared, the sound echoing across the battlefield, and a massive shockwave of red-tinged kinetic energy erupted from him, disintegrating the projectiles mid-air.

Jeewon watched in stunned silence, her heart pounding. She had seen Dragon in combat before, but this was different. This was raw, unbridled rage—a primal force that seemed to consume him.

“Dragon, stop!” she shouted, but her voice was lost in the chaos.

By the time the last sentinel fell, its head sliced clean off and its core crushed under Dragon’s heel, the island was silent. The air was thick with smoke and the scent of scorched metal.

Dragon stood amidst the wreckage, his shoulders heaving with every breath. His hands were clenched into fists, still crackling with residual energy. Slowly, his glowing red eyes shifted, landing on Jeewon.

Jeewon approached cautiously, her heart still racing. The others hung back, unsure of what to do.

“Dragon,” she said softly, her voice trembling but steady.

He blinked, and for a moment, the red in his eyes flickered before returning to their usual brown. His shoulders slumped, and the tension in his body seemed to drain away.

“I… I didn’t mean to…” His voice was barely a whisper.

“It’s okay,” Jeewon said, stepping closer. She reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “You saved us. You saved me.”

Dragon looked down at her hand, then into her eyes. For a moment, the world around them faded, and all he could see was her—the trust in her gaze, the warmth of her touch.

Behind them, Natty and Asuka exchanged a glance.

“Remind me never to piss him off,” Natty muttered, trying to lighten the tension.

Asuka smirked faintly, but her eyes were still on Dragon, her expression thoughtful. “I don’t think it’s about anger. It’s about her.”

Jeewon turned back to the group, her usual composure returning. “Let’s get to the jet. We still have a long way to go.”

As they began to move, Dragon lingered for a moment, staring at the wreckage he had created. His hands flexed unconsciously, the memory of his outburst still fresh in his mind.

Jeewon slowed her pace, waiting for him. When he finally walked beside her, she spoke quietly.

“You don’t have to carry this alone,” she said.

Dragon glanced at her, his expression a mix of gratitude and uncertainty.

“Thanks,” he said softly.

Jeewon didn’t press him further. She simply stayed by his side, her presence a quiet reassurance as they headed toward the jet, leaving the ruins of Genosha—and the revelation of Dragon’s power—behind.

The debriefing room was quiet save for the hum of the holographic display. Jeewon stood in front of Storm and Magik, recounting the events of their mission. Her voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent of tension as she described the Sentinel ambush.

“…and that’s when Dragon intervened,” Jeewon said, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. “He shielded me from the blast and then… well, he destroyed the rest of them.”

Storm nodded, her face calm but her piercing gaze betraying how deeply she was processing the account. Magik leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her expression unreadable as she listened.

“When you say ‘destroyed,’” Magik interjected, her tone even, “do you mean efficiently, or are we talking scorched-earth chaos?”

Jeewon hesitated. “More the latter. It was… intense. His powers—it was like something inside him just snapped. His eyes changed, and the sheer force of his energy… I’ve never seen him so focused so angry.”

Magik shot a knowing look at Storm, who gave a subtle nod.

“I see,” Storm said. “And how was Dragon afterward?”

Jeewon hesitated again, her mind replaying the image of Dragon standing amidst the wreckage, his shoulders heavy with guilt. “He was shaken. I think he scared himself more than anyone else.”

Before Storm could respond, the air in the room shifted. A faint, almost imperceptible hum grew louder, and the temperature seemed to drop. Magik straightened, her hand instinctively reaching for her Soulsword.

The doors slid open, and Magneto entered.

His presence was magnetic—literally and figuratively. Dressed in his iconic crimson and violet, Magneto exuded authority and power. The room seemed smaller with him in it, and the air crackled faintly as his cape brushed the floor.

“Ororo. Illyana. And you must be Jeewon,” Magneto said, his deep voice carrying a mix of courtesy and command as he inclined his head toward each of them.

Jeewon stiffened, caught off guard. “Yes, sir.”

Magneto turned to Storm, his gaze intense. “I’m here for the boy—Dragon. I saw his performance on Genosha. Raw power, unbridled potential. He needs guidance, a mentor who understands what it means to channel such rage.”

Magik’s eyes narrowed, and she stepped forward slightly. “Guidance like yours?” she asked, her tone laced with suspicion.

Magneto smiled faintly, unbothered by her tone. “I can offer him what you cannot. A place among those who won’t fear him. Who won’t suppress what he is. Dragon is more than a mutant—he is a force, one that could shape the future of our kind.”

Storm stepped forward, her presence as commanding as Magneto’s. “Dragon is under my care, Erik, and will remain so until further notice. I appreciate your concern, but his path is not yours to dictate.”

There was a tense silence. Magneto studied Storm for a moment, his expression unreadable, before nodding. “As you wish. But understand this, Ororo—when the boy is ready, he will seek me out. He will need what only I can provide.”

He turned to leave but paused, casting one last glance at Jeewon. “Take care of him,” he said, his voice softer but no less commanding. Then, with a sweep of his cape, he was gone.

The room was quiet again, but the tension lingered. Jeewon’s heart was still racing, though not entirely because of Magneto. She replayed his words in her mind, particularly the way he had spoken about Dragon.

Magik broke the silence, her voice dry. “Well, that was fun. Who wants to bet he’s got another grand scheme cooking up?”

Storm ignored her, turning to Jeewon. “You did well in your report. Thank you, Jeewon. You’re dismissed.”

Jeewon nodded and left the room, her thoughts spinning. As she walked down the corridor, she couldn’t shake the jealousy that had flared up when Magneto mentioned Dragon. The idea of him leaving—of him being with someone else, even in a mentorship capacity—had made her chest tighten.

Was it because she cared about him as a teammate? A friend?

Or was it something more?

By the time she reached the common area, she had no clear answers, only the undeniable realization that Dragon meant more to her than she had been willing to admit. The mansion was unusually lively that day, with Dragon’s family making an unannounced visit. While Dragon had vanished to avoid the inevitable confrontation, Jeewon found herself wandering the halls after training, heading to the kitchen for a post-session snack. She turned a corner and nearly collided with a group of unfamiliar but impeccably dressed people.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Jeewon said, stepping back and bowing slightly out of reflex.

“No need to apologize,” said a tall man with graying hair and a sharp, commanding air. His piercing blue eyes met hers, and he smiled warmly. “You must be one of Dragon’s teammates.”

“I am,” Jeewon replied with a polite smile. “I’m Jeewon.”

“Jeewon,” the man repeated, his tone pleasant as he extended a hand. “I’m Draigo SR. Draigo/'s father. This is my wife, Evelyn, and our daughter, Dandelion.”

Evelyn, a refined woman with striking features, gave Jeewon a kind smile, and Charlotte, a younger version of her father, offered a small wave. she noticed that while Dragon shared features with them their difference in presentation was night and day. Dragon always had this air of approachability to him that his family lacked. she saw sparks of it in his mother.

“It’s lovely to meet you,” Jeewon said, shaking Benjamin’s hand.

“And you as well,” Evelyn said. “We were just hoping to see DJ. Have you seen him?”

Jeewon hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. “I think he’s taking some time to himself. He’s… been busy.”

“Understandable,” Draigo SR said smoothly, his tone dripping with understanding. “He’s always been the type to need space. A thoughtful boy.”

Jeewon nodded, relieved by their apparent kindness. “He really is. He’s one of the hardest workers on the team.”

Evelyn chuckled lightly. “That sounds like him. But tell us, Jeewon—what is it you do here? What’s your role on the team?”

Jeewon smiled proudly. “I’m a field leader in training. I specialize in adaptive combat and power coordination. It’s my job to make sure the team works well together.”

Dandelion raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A leader in training? Impressive. And how do you find working with Dragon?”

“He’s incredible,” Jeewon said without hesitation. “He’s got this natural talent for protecting people, and his powers are amazing. He just needs to believe in himself more.”

The family exchanged a quick glance, their smiles still intact. Jeewon felt a faint pressure in her mind, but it was gone so quickly that she barely noticed.

Evelyn’s smile faltered ever so slightly, and Draigo’s SR previously warm demeanor grew noticeably cooler. “Amazing powers, you say?” Benjamin asked, his tone now carrying a hint of skepticism.

Jeewon nodded, oblivious to the change. “Yes. His kinetic shields are incredible, and his ability to absorb and redirect energy saved us on our last mission. He’s really stepped up.”

“Saved you?” Evelyn said, her voice quieter now, almost distant. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well…” Jeewon hesitated, suddenly feeling like she was being tested. “We were ambushed by Sentinels. Dragon shielded me and then neutralized the rest of them.”

Dandelion’s expression grew icy. “Neutralized them? Or destroyed them?”

Jeewon frowned slightly at the question but answered honestly. “He destroyed them. It was intense, but he kept us safe.”

Draigo’s gaze hardened, and Evelyn turned her attention elsewhere, her interest in the conversation clearly fading. “I see,” Draigo said curtly. “How very… impressive.”

The warmth they had shown her earlier had evaporated entirely. Jeewon shifted uncomfortably, sensing their growing disapproval but not understanding its cause.

“Is something wrong?” she asked cautiously.

Evelyn smiled thinly, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Not at all, dear. It’s just… fascinating to see the kind of company Dragon keeps these days.”

Jeewon’s stomach twisted at the barely veiled insult. “Excuse me?”

Draigo Sr. cut in before she could say more. “You’ll have to forgive us. We’re just protective of our son. It’s clear you and your team have… significant influence on him.”

“We do our best to support him,” Jeewon said, her voice firm. “Dragon is an important part of this team. We’re like a family.”

“Family,” Evelyn repeated softly, her tone almost mocking. “Interesting choice of words.”

Dandelion glanced at her parents and then back at Jeewon, her expression unreadable. “It was nice meeting you,” she said abruptly before turning to walk away.

Draigo Sr. and Evelyn followed without another word, leaving Jeewon standing in the hallway, stunned and hurt.

Later that evening, Jeewon found Dragon sitting alone in the courtyard, his posture tense. She approached cautiously, still trying to process what had happened.

“Your family came to visit,” she said softly, sitting beside him.

Dragon’s face darkened. “I know. I saw them leave.”

Jeewon hesitated before continuing. “They seemed nice at first… but then, I don’t know. It was like they changed their minds about me.”

Dragon sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. They’re good at that. They’ll charm you until they see something they don’t like. Then they shut you out.”

Jeewon frowned. “They didn’t even give me a chance.”

“They don’t give anyone a chance,” Dragon said bitterly. “They don’t want to deal with anyone they see as… beneath them, but don't worry it's not personal”

Jeewon’s heart ached at the pain in his voice. “I’m sorry, Dragon.”

“It’s not your fault,” he said, his voice softer now. “They’ve always been like this. And honestly? You got off easy. You should’ve seen what they were like when my powers first showed up.”

Jeewon placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You don’t deserve that. You deserve better.”

Dragon glanced at her, his eyes filled with gratitude. “Thanks, Jeewon. That means a lot.”

Jeewon grew saddened when she watched Dragon just shrug it off. She thought about all of the times he was the one to act but was also the conscience of the group.

They sat in silence for a while, the weight of the encounter hanging between them but drawing them closer together in its wake.

Dragon stared out at the courtyard, the tension in his body visible in the rigid way he sat. The silence between him and Jeewon stretched, but she didn’t press him. Instead, she waited, offering him the space to speak if he wanted to.

Finally, he exhaled deeply, his shoulders slumping as if letting go of a heavy weight. “You know,” he began quietly, “it’s not the first time they’ve looked at me like that.”

Jeewon tilted her head, her expression soft and encouraging. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated, his jaw tightening, before deciding to continue. “When my powers first manifested, I was thirteen. I was at school, just a normal day—at least it started that way. There was this kid, Marcus. He’d been giving me grief for weeks, trying to get under my skin. I ignored him, you know? Kept my head down. I didn’t want any trouble.”

Jeewon nodded silently, her heart already aching for the younger version of him.

“But that day…” Dragon’s voice grew rougher, tinged with bitterness. “He shoved me into a locker, called me some names, said stuff about my family. I told him to back off, but he just laughed and threw the first punch. Hit me square in the face.” He touched his cheek as if the memory still stung.

“What happened next?” Jeewon asked softly.

Dragon’s eyes darkened. “I snapped. I didn’t even realize it at first, but the next thing I knew, there was this… wave of energy bursting out of me. It threw Marcus across the hallway. The lockers buckled, the lights exploded, and everyone started screaming. I didn’t even touch him, but they all looked at me like I was some kind of monster.”

Jeewon’s breath hitched. She could picture the chaos, the fear in the eyes of classmates who couldn’t understand what had just happened.

“The teachers freaked out, of course,” Dragon continued, his voice growing bitter. “They called my parents to come pick me up. And when they got there… I thought they’d at least hear me out, you know? I told them I didn’t start the fight. I told them Marcus hit me first.”

He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “But they didn’t care. My dad barely even looked at me. All he cared about was the mess I’d made and how it would make the family look. ‘Losing control,’ he called it. ‘Embarrassing us.’”

Jeewon frowned, her hands curling into fists at her sides. “That’s not fair. You were just defending yourself.”

“Fair?” Dragon scoffed. “Fair doesn’t matter to them. All they cared about was that I’d made a scene. That I’d shown them something ugly.”

He paused, the next words seeming to weigh heavily on him. “When we got home, my dad sat me down for one of his ‘talks.’” Dragon’s voice dropped, imitating the cold, clipped tone of his father. “‘If you’re going to act like a monster, then you might as well embrace it. From now on, you’re not DJ. You’re Dragon.’”

Jeewon’s eyes widened. “He called you that?”

Dragon nodded, his jaw clenched. “It was supposed to be a reminder. A warning. That’s where the name comes from. It’s not something I chose—it’s something he gave me, to make sure I never forgot what he saw when he looked at me.”

Jeewon felt her chest tighten, a mixture of anger and sorrow swirling inside her. She could see it now—the weight Dragon carried, the anger he kept buried beneath his reserved demeanor. It wasn’t just about the fight, or even the way his family had treated him today. It was years of being told he wasn’t good enough, that he was dangerous, that he had to suppress who he was.

“That’s why you’re so hard on yourself,” she said softly, the realization hitting her like a punch. “Because they made you feel like you had to be.”

Dragon glanced at her, his eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and vulnerability. “Maybe. Or maybe I just learned that keeping it all in is the only way to keep from proving them right.”

Jeewon placed a hand on his arm, her touch gentle but firm. “You’re not a monster, Dragon. You never were. And you don’t have to carry their words with you. You’re more than that.”

For a moment, Dragon looked at her, his defenses cracking ever so slightly. He opened his mouth to respond but hesitated, as if unsure how to accept her kindness. Instead, he looked away, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Thanks, Jeewon,” he said quietly.

They sat in silence again, but it was different this time—warmer, more connected. Jeewon made a silent vow to herself: she would find a way to help Dragon see the good in himself, no matter how long it took. Because beneath the pain and the anger, she could see the person he truly was—and he deserved to see that too.

The Flight and Conversation A few weeks later, Jeewon and Dragon were getting ready in the hanger as they prepared for their second mission Dragon and Jeewon stood outside the hangar, the morning sun casting a soft golden glow over the jet waiting on the runway. The air hummed with anticipation, but for once, neither of them seemed to notice. Dragon was leaning against the hangar wall, arms crossed, while Jeewon stood in front of him, absently adjusting the straps of her gear.

“So, what’s the plan once we land?” Jeewon asked, her tone professional but tinged with curiosity.

Dragon smirked faintly. “You’re not worried about the plan. You’ve read the briefing twice. You’re worried about everything else.”

Jeewon blinked, startled by how easily he saw through her. “That obvious?”

“Only to me,” Dragon replied, his voice softening. “You don’t have to worry, you know. You’re good at this—better than most of us.”

She smiled at his reassurance, but before she could respond, Dragon stepped closer. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to do,” he said, his voice low and uncharacteristically hesitant.

“What is it?” she asked, her brows furrowing slightly.

Dragon didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers mid-sentence. Jeewon froze, her mind blanking as she registered the sudden, unexpected kiss. It was brief, almost cautious, as if Dragon was testing the waters.

When he pulled back, her wide eyes met his, and for a moment, neither of them said anything. Dragon looked as though he might regret the impulsive move, but before he could speak, Jeewon found her voice.

“What was that for?” she asked, her tone caught between incredulity and a quiet warmth.

Dragon scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks reddening. “I… don’t know. Felt right?”

Jeewon didn’t respond immediately, but her racing heart and the lingering tingle on her lips gave her answer. She managed a small smile, her voice softer now. “Okay. But next time, maybe warn me first?”

“Deal,” Dragon said, his lips twitching upward in a crooked grin.

Despite her calm exterior, Jeewon’s mind was spinning. She didn’t know exactly what this meant, but a part of her—a big part—didn’t mind finding out. As they boarded the jet Jeewon felt mixed feelings about her and Dragon's relationship.

Jeewon and Dragon were aboard a jet with Magik and Forge, heading to their latest mission. Dragon and Forge sat together, engaged in a lively discussion about flight mechanics and aerodynamics.

“So the lift is all about pressure differentials?” Dragon asked, his brows furrowed in concentration.

Forge nodded. “Exactly. High pressure under the wing, low pressure above it—it’s the principle of Bernoulli’s equation. Combine that with thrust, and you’re defying gravity.”

Dragon chuckled. “Defying gravity? Sounds like magic with extra steps.”

“Science is just magic we understand,” Forge replied with a grin.

Magik, sitting across the aisle with Jeewon, smirked and gestured toward the pair. “Look at our two nerds,” she said.

Jeewon blinked, surprised. “Is it that obvious?”

Magik laughed. “Yes. The longing glances, the way you always defend him from the other students… It’s painfully obvious.”

Jeewon looked down, her cheeks reddening. “I didn’t think anyone noticed.”

“Everyone notices,” Magik said, her tone teasing but kind. “But it’s cute. You should tell him how you feel.”

Jeewon hesitated, biting her lip. “What if it ruins things? What if he doesn’t feel the same?”

Magik shrugged. “You’ve seen how similar he and Forge are. I had to spell it out for the big dummy,” she said, nudging Forge with her boot. “Trust me—it’s worth it. Better to know than to keep wondering.”

Jeewon nodded slowly, Magik’s words sinking in. Maybe it was time to say something.

The jet touched down on the outskirts of the city, and the team quickly moved to assist the Avengers. MODOK’s AIM forces had set up an attack zone, their tech wreaking havoc in the streets. As the quartet advanced through the chaos, Dragon was the first to notice something unusual.

“Uh… is that a shark?” he asked, pointing to a small, waddling creature heading toward them.

The others stopped in their tracks, turning to see the unmistakable figure of Jeff the Landshark—a shark with legs, wagging its tail like a happy puppy.

“What the hell is that?” Forge muttered, his engineering brain clearly struggling to process what he was seeing.

“It’s Jeff,” Magik said casually, as if it explained everything.

“Jeff?” Jeewon repeated, confused but intrigued.

Before anyone could stop him, Dragon crouched down and extended a hand toward Jeff. The landshark sniffed at him for a moment before enthusiastically jumping up and licking his face.

Dragon laughed, caught off guard but delighted. “Well, aren’t you friendly?”

Jeff responded with a happy bark, nuzzling against him.

Magik rolled her eyes but smiled. “Congratulations, Dragon. You’ve made a new best friend.”

Jeewon crouched beside him, reaching out to pet Jeff, who wagged his tail even harder. “He’s adorable,” she said, grinning.

Forge finally joined them, his initial confusion giving way to amusement. “Okay, I’ll admit it. That’s kind of awesome.”

“Jeff’s got good taste,” Magik added, smirking. “Only the best people get the Jeff seal of approval.”

As if on cue, Jeff barked again and turned to waddle away. He stopped a few feet ahead, looking back at them and wagging his tail.

“Uh, is he trying to tell us something?” Jeewon asked, standing up.

“Looks like he wants us to follow him,” Dragon said, already moving to do just that.

Magik shrugged. “It’s not the weirdest thing I’ve seen today.”

Jeff led the team through the chaos with surprising agility, weaving between overturned cars and debris as if he had done this a hundred times before. Despite his small size and stubby legs, he was quick, forcing the group to jog to keep up.

“Why do I feel like we’re in a cartoon right now?” Forge muttered, jumping over a piece of smoldering wreckage.

Dragon chuckled. “If this ends with him leading us to MODOK’s secret lair, I’m naming him our unofficial team mascot.”

“Don’t jinx it,” Magik warned, her tone amused.

As they followed Jeff, the sounds of battle grew louder—explosions, shouted commands, and the unmistakable hum of repulsor blasts.

“He’s leading us straight to the action,” Jeewon said, her heart pounding.

“Good,” Dragon replied, his tone sharpening. “That’s where we need to be.”

A few moments later, Jeff skidded to a stop at the edge of a plaza, barking excitedly. The team caught up, ducking behind cover as they surveyed the scene.

In the middle of the plaza, the Avengers were locked in a fierce battle against MODOK and his AIM forces. Captain Marvel soared overhead, blasting drones out of the sky with precision energy strikes. Thor’s hammer crackled with lightning as he smashed through a group of AIM soldiers. Meanwhile, Iron Man and Black Panther worked in tandem, taking out a series of heavily armored mechs.

MODOK floated above it all, his massive, grotesque head encased in a golden exoskeleton. His voice boomed through the plaza, issuing commands to his troops.

“Crush them! The world will bow to my superior intellect!”

“Guy really likes the sound of his own voice,” Forge muttered.

Jeff barked again, drawing the Avengers’ attention. Captain Marvel glanced over and grinned when she saw him.

“Well, look who it is,” she said, blasting another drone before landing near the team. “Jeff brought friends!”

“Good to see you, Captain,” Magik said with a nod.

“About time you showed up,” Captain Marvel replied, her tone teasing but grateful. She gestured toward MODOK. “Think you can help us shut him up?”

“With pleasure,” Dragon said, stepping forward.

Jeff barked one last time before nuzzling against Jeewon’s leg, earning a soft laugh from her. “Looks like he’s cheering us on,” she said.

“Then we’d better not let him down,” Magik said, summoning her Soulsword.

The team moved into action, each member bringing their unique skills to the fray. Jeff the Landshark wagged his tail furiously on the sidelines, as if cheering them on. Dragon leaped into the fight alongside Magik and T’Challa, his movements deliberate and sharp yet undeniably flashy.

T’Challa, recognizing the younger man, smirked mid-strike. “Ah, so your aunt finally let you spread your wings?” he quipped, sidestepping a psionic blast from one of MODOK’s drones.

Dragon grinned, rolling under another blast and countering with a Destructo-kinesis burst, shattering a mech’s cannon arm. “Yup. Guess she got tired of me wrecking her training grounds.”

Magik snorted. “It’s about time.”

As they fought, Dragon’s eyes locked onto T’Challa’s movements. The Black Panther’s combat style was efficient and calculated, every movement optimized for maximum impact. Dragon studied how T’Challa’s vibranium suit absorbed blows and channeled kinetic energy, noting the subtle shifts in his stance and timing.

When T’Challa used an explosive kinetic release to disable a mech, Dragon’s eyes lit up. He adjusted his approach, charging his Destructo-kinesis energy into his fists. The next mech he targeted erupted in a controlled detonation, its sensors and weapons fried.

“You’re learning quickly,” T’Challa remarked, evading a soldier’s strike with grace.

Dragon nodded, leaping into the air and twisting mid-flight to deliver an energized kick. “I learn best by doing.”

Blending Styles and Powers

As the fight progressed, Dragon’s movements became increasingly fluid, a seamless blend of styles. He incorporated T’Challa’s efficiency, Magik’s mystic-infused precision, and his own instinctual, high-energy combat. Yet, what made him stand out was his use of Destructo-kinesis.

With a flash of his hands, Dragon summoned orbs of crackling energy and hurled them at incoming drones. The orbs detonated on impact, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. The energy didn’t just destroy—it disrupted electronics, leaving AIM mechs and soldiers scrambling.

One mech managed to pin Magik with a hydraulic claw, but Dragon acted swiftly. He formed a thin, glowing blade of Destructo-kinesis energy, slashing through the mech’s arm with precision before finishing it off with a detonation.

“Thanks,” Magik said, teleporting behind another soldier to cut them down.

“No problem. You keep teaching me those mystic tricks, and I’ll keep saving your butt,” Dragon replied, smirking.

Magik rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a grin.

As the battle raged, T’Challa performed a ritual gesture to invoke Bast’s powers, unleashing a wave of energy that disoriented MODOK’s forces. Dragon, watching from the corner of his eye, mimicked the gesture.

“Wait, what is he doing?” Magik asked, glancing at T’Challa.

“I’m not sure,” T’Challa replied, his tone tinged with curiosity.

Instead of channeling Bast, Dragon’s aura shifted. A spectral dragon—massive, fearsome, and radiating otherworldly power—materialized behind him, its glowing eyes locking onto MODOK’s forces.

“Did he just… channel Fin Fang Foom?” Magik said, stunned but unable to suppress a grin.

Dragon, his voice filled with awe and confidence, called out, “Let’s see how you like a little dragonfire!”

The spectral dragon roared, unleashing a torrent of green energy that tore through MODOK’s forces. At the same time, Dragon used his Destructo-kinesis to enhance his strikes, creating controlled explosions that dismantled mechs and soldiers alike. His energy blades glowed brighter, cutting through AIM machinery like butter, and his explosive projectiles created chaos among the enemy ranks.

MODOK floated higher, his face twisting into rage. “You think a mere dragon can best the superior intellect of MODOK?!”

Dragon smirked, his hands crackling with energy. “Let’s find out!”

As MODOK directed his remaining forces to focus on the spectral dragon, Dragon seized the opportunity. Moving with precision and flair, he combined T’Challa’s efficient strikes, Magik’s mystic techniques, and his Destructo-kinesis to devastating effect. His attacks were flashy yet calculated, echoing the dramatic flair of a Power Ranger.

When a particularly large mech charged at him, Dragon leapt into the air, channeling his energy into a spiraling kick that detonated on impact. The mech exploded, pieces scattering across the battlefield.

During a brief lull in the chaos, T’Challa and Magik exchanged a glance.

“He’s quite the versatile fighter,” T’Challa remarked, blocking a strike with ease.

Magik, teleporting to Dragon’s side, nodded. “He’s not just versatile—he’s getting scary good.”

As if to prove her point, Dragon formed an orb of energy, tossing it into a cluster of AIM drones. The orb expanded mid-air before detonating, sending a shockwave that disabled the entire group.

When the battle finally subsided, the spectral dragon faded, leaving MODOK’s forces in ruins. Dragon stood at the center of the destruction, breathing heavily but grinning.

Magik clapped him on the shoulder. “Not bad, rookie.”

T’Challa nodded in approval. “Your aunt would be proud.”

Dragon chuckled, dispersing the residual energy in his hands. “I’ll take that as a win.”

Nearby, Jeff barked his approval, bounding toward Dragon and wagging his tail furiously.

As the battle wound down, the team turned their attention to clearing debris and helping civilians. Jeff the Landshark cheerfully weaved between the group, oblivious to the tension building within Dragon as his gaze darted across the battlefield. He tensed suddenly, his shoulders stiffening.

“Where are Jeewon and Forge?” he asked Magik, his tone sharp.

Magik’s brow furrowed as she scanned the field. “They were with us a moment ago—”

“Let me go, you tin-headed freaks!” Forge’s voice carried across the battlefield, followed by the sound of sparking energy.

Dragon’s heart sank as he turned toward the noise. He felt a surge of adrenaline when he heard Jeewon’s voice next.

“You’re really going to try this after the beating we just gave you?” she called out, dodging an AIM agent’s grasp and delivering a solid kick to his side.

Dragon’s vision narrowed as he saw more agents closing in on her. Then she shouted his name, her voice edged with fear.

Flashback: Beast and Wolverine’s Training

As Dragon’s body began to hum with latent energy, a memory surfaced—Beast and Wolverine standing in Xavier’s underground Danger Room, both wearing expressions of tempered concern.

“Your mutation is more intricate than we initially thought,” Beast had said, adjusting his glasses. “Your Destructo-kinesis powers are only the tip of the iceberg. It seems your abilities have evolved secondary and tertiary manifestations.”

Dragon tilted his head, puzzled. “What does that mean exactly?”

Wolverine crossed his arms, his gruff voice cutting in. “Means you’ve got more than one trick up your sleeve, kid. But those new tricks ain’t easy to control.”

Beast elaborated. “Your secondary ability is a berserker rage, similar to Logan’s. It’s tied to your emotional state—particularly when you perceive someone you care about is in danger.”

Dragon looked at Wolverine. “So, what, I just go crazy and start slashing?”

Wolverine smirked. “Something like that. But you’ve got finesse in there too, if you learn to rein it in.”

Beast cleared his throat. “As for your tertiary ability, it appears you can form energy constructs—highly complex ones. We’ll need to test your limits on that front.”

The session that followed was grueling. Wolverine deliberately triggered Dragon’s rage by taunting him while Beast observed from a safe distance. Every time the berserker state took over, Dragon’s powers would spike uncontrollably, creating massive waves of destruction.

But it wasn’t until Wolverine brought up Jeewon—offhandedly calling her Dragon’s “weak spot”—that the berserker transformation became dangerously potent. Dragon’s aura flared, his energy forming jagged constructs that lashed out unpredictably.

“Whoa, easy there, bub,” Wolverine said, backing off as Dragon’s rage surged.

Beast adjusted his glasses again. “It seems your attachment to Jeewon is a significant trigger. We’ll have to tread carefully there.”

Back on the battlefield, Dragon’s muscles tightened as the memory faded. His eyes darkened, taking on a molten glow, and his fists crackled with barely-contained energy. The ground trembled beneath him as his power surged.

“Dragon?” Magik asked, alarmed.

But he didn’t respond. His eyes locked on the AIM agents swarming Jeewon, and his body moved instinctively. His hand shot out, summoning his Soulspear—an ethereal weapon glowing with a mix of his Destructo-kinesis and mystical energy.

With a primal roar, he leapt into the air, slashing down at the agents surrounding Jeewon. Each strike was ferocious yet precise, cutting through their ranks with ease.

Magik watched, both amazed and terrified. “He’s never summoned that before,” she murmured.

Dragon’s movements were faster, more fluid than ever. His rage-fueled power made it difficult for anyone to approach. As he fought, he began singing—God of Fire by Fit For a King—his voice resonating with raw intensity.

When Modok, still recovering from his losses, saw an opportunity to strike, he aimed a psionic blast directly at Jeewon.

Dragon noticed before anyone else. His fury intensified, and he shouted words he had heard Doctor Strange use in a battle months prior.

“Spear of Cú Chulainn, Gáe Bolg!”

His Soulspear flew from his hands, splitting into a thousand shards of mystical and destructive energy. They barreled toward Modok, each fragment homing in with unerring precision.

Modok raised a psionic shield in desperation, deflecting most of the shards, but one pierced through, embedding itself into his rib.

“You dare attack my treasure?” Dragon snarled, his voice trembling with fury.

Modok tried to teleport away, but Dragon extended his hand, draining the kinetic energy from the device. Modok, now wounded and cornered, created another shield, but it was no match for the Soulspear, which returned to Dragon’s grasp.

Dragon’s rage consumed him. His aura flared, and he began advancing toward Modok. “You will die for your transgressions. Your bloodline will weep as I cull them,” he growled in Korean, his tone dark and venomous.

Jeewon’s heart raced as she stepped forward, placing herself between Dragon and Modok.

“Stop,” she said firmly, her voice steady despite her fear.

Dragon’s glowing eyes met hers. For a moment, the rage seemed to waver.

“You’re scaring me,” Jeewon said softly, her gaze locked with his.

Her words pierced through the haze. Dragon’s breathing slowed, his fists unclenching as the Soulspear dissipated into thin air. His aura dimmed, and the molten glow in his eyes faded.

“I’m… sorry,” Dragon said, his voice hoarse.

Jeewon smiled gently, reaching out to touch his arm. “It’s okay. I know you were just trying to protect me.”

Behind them, Modok, clutching his wound, activated a hidden escape pod and fled the battlefield. For now, the fight was over, but the aftermath of Dragon’s unleashed rage left an undeniable tension in the air.

The Quinjet hummed steadily as it soared through the sky, leaving the remnants of the battlefield far behind. The team sat in tense silence, the adrenaline of the fight slowly giving way to exhaustion. Forge tinkered with his cybernetic arm, muttering something about needing to upgrade it after AIM’s advanced tech had given him trouble. Jeewon sat beside him, her hands folded in her lap, casting worried glances toward Dragon.

Dragon sat alone near the rear of the Quinjet, staring out the window. His body language was tense, his fists clenching and unclenching as he replayed the fight in his mind. The Soulspear, the rage, the look on Jeewon’s face when she told him to stop—it all swirled in his thoughts, heavy and oppressive.

Magik, sitting nearby, watched him with her usual stoic expression, though her blue eyes softened slightly. She rose from her seat and walked over, sitting across from him.

“You look like you’re chewing on something heavy,” she said, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees.

Dragon didn’t look at her, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “I lost control.”

Magik tilted her head slightly. “You didn’t lose control. You took it back. And that’s what matters.”

He let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not how it felt. I didn’t even know I could do half of that stuff—the Soulspear, the Gáe Bolg thing, draining Modok’s teleport. And then… the rage.” He finally turned to her, his expression pained. “I scared her, Magik. I scared Jeewon.”

Magik was quiet for a moment, letting his words settle. “I won’t sugarcoat it. What happened was dangerous. To you, to the team, to her. But that’s why we’re having this conversation now—so it doesn’t happen again.”

Dragon leaned back in his seat, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t even know where to start. This berserker thing—it’s like everything else disappears, and all I can think about is protecting her. It’s like nothing else matters.”

Magik’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Logan and I have seen this kind of thing before. You’re not the first mutant to develop abilities tied to strong emotions. The berserker rage is part of who you are now, Dragon, but it doesn’t have to define you. Control is possible—but only if you’re willing to face what drives it.”

He looked at her, frowning. “What do you mean?”

She sat back, crossing her arms. “The rage comes from somewhere. It’s not just about Jeewon. It’s deeper than that—something primal. Protecting her is the trigger, sure, but the source? That’s something you’ll have to figure out. And when you do, you’ll have the power to channel it instead of letting it channel you.”

Dragon shook his head. “That’s easier said than done. What if I can’t control it? What if next time, I hurt her—or someone else?”

Magik’s expression softened. “You’ve already taken the first step. You stopped yourself, Dragon. That wasn’t me or Jeewon. That was you. And that means you can do it again.”

Her words hung in the air, a quiet reassurance he didn’t know he needed. He turned back to the window, his reflection staring back at him. “You ever feel like this? Like there’s something inside you that you’re scared to let out?”

Magik’s eyes darkened briefly, shadows flickering across her face. “Every day,” she admitted, her voice low. “But I’ve learned that fear can either control you, or you can control it. You’re stronger than you think, Dragon. And you’re not alone in this.”

Dragon met her gaze, seeing the sincerity in her eyes. “Thanks, Magik.”

She smirked faintly. “Don’t thank me yet. I’m not done making you work for it. When we get back, you and I are hitting the Danger Room. If you’re going to have a Soulspear and a berserker rage, you’re damn well going to learn how to use them without losing yourself.”

Dragon chuckled despite himself. “You don’t go easy on anyone, do you?”

“Not a chance,” she said, standing and patting his shoulder. “And one more thing—you might want to talk to Jeewon. Whatever happened out there, she’s not afraid of you. She’s afraid for you.”

As Magik walked back to her seat, Dragon leaned his head against the window, her words echoing in his mind. He glanced toward Jeewon, who caught his eye and gave him a small, encouraging smile.

For the first time since the fight, the knot in his chest loosened just a little.

The Quinjet landed back at the X-Mansion under a canopy of stars. The team disembarked quietly, the weight of the day’s events still heavy in the air. While Forge and Magik headed toward the War Room to debrief, Jeewon lingered near the jet, glancing at Dragon as he hesitated on the ramp.

She took a deep breath and walked over to him. “Dragon.”

He looked up, startled, but then his expression softened. “Hey.”

Jeewon motioned toward a bench near the hangar’s edge. “Walk with me?”

Dragon nodded, and the two strolled in silence for a moment, the cool night air helping ease the tension. They reached the bench, and Jeewon sat down, patting the spot beside her.

“You’ve been quiet since the fight,” she said, watching him carefully.

Dragon hesitated, then sat, his hands clasped tightly between his knees. “Yeah. I’ve been… thinking.”

“About what?”

“About what happened out there.” He looked down, his voice low. “About how I lost control.”

Jeewon tilted her head. “You didn’t lose control, Dragon. You protected us.”

He shook his head. “No. That wasn’t me protecting anyone. That was rage. Pure, blinding rage. I didn’t care about anything else. If you hadn’t stopped me… I don’t know what I would’ve done.”

Jeewon’s expression softened. She reached out, gently placing her hand over his. “Dragon, listen to me. I wasn’t afraid of you. I was afraid for you. That’s why I stepped in.”

He looked up at her, his eyes searching hers. “You weren’t… scared?”

“Not for a second,” she said firmly. “I know you, Dragon. I know your heart. You’d never hurt me. Not intentionally.”

“But what if I can’t control it next time?” he asked, his voice tinged with desperation. “What if I hurt you—or someone else?”

Jeewon gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Then we’ll figure it out together. You’re not alone in this. You have me, Magik, Forge, everyone. And I trust you. I trust that you’ll find a way to master this.”

Dragon’s gaze dropped to their hands, her faith in him almost overwhelming. “I don’t deserve you,” he muttered.

Jeewon smiled faintly. “You don’t get to decide that. I’m here because I want to be.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the night wrapping around them like a cocoon. Finally, Dragon exhaled deeply. “During the fight, when Modok attacked you… something snapped. It was like everything inside me just… erupted. All I could think about was keeping you safe. Nothing else mattered.”

Jeewon’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she held his gaze. “You care about me. That’s not something to be ashamed of.”

“I care about you so much it scares me,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “And it’s not just as a teammate or a friend. It’s… more than that.”

Jeewon’s breath caught, her heart racing at his words. She felt the same, but hearing him say it out loud made it all the more real.

“I know,” she said softly. “I’ve known for a while.”

Dragon blinked, surprised. “You have?”

She nodded. “And for the record, I care about you too. Probably more than I should.”

His lips parted in shock, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to say. Finally, he chuckled softly, the tension in his shoulders easing. “Well, that makes me feel a little less like an idiot.”

Jeewon laughed, the sound light and melodic. “You’re not an idiot, Dragon. You’re just… you. And that’s enough.”

He looked at her, the weight in his chest lifting. “Thank you, Jeewon. For everything.”

She smiled, her eyes warm. “Always.”

As they sat together under the stars, the world seemed a little less heavy, and for the first time since the fight, Dragon felt like things might actually be okay.

The moonlight bathed the X-Mansion’s gardens in a soft, silvery glow, casting long shadows across the neatly trimmed hedges. Dragon sat on the edge of a stone fountain, staring into the rippling water. His reflection wavered, distorted like his thoughts.

“You’ve been brooding out here for a while,” a familiar voice called out.

Dragon turned to see Storm standing a few feet away, her white hair catching the moonlight like a halo. Her expression was soft, though her sharp eyes seemed to see right through him.

“Hey, Auntie,” Dragon muttered, turning back to the water.

She walked over, her presence commanding yet comforting, and sat beside him on the edge of the fountain. “I thought I’d find you here. This garden always did seem to draw you in when something was on your mind.”

Dragon chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess I’m predictable, huh?”

She gave him a small smile. “Not predictable, just familiar. Tell me what’s troubling you, nephew.”

He hesitated, staring down at his hands. “It’s… everything. Today was a mess. I lost control again, Auntie. Jeewon could’ve gotten hurt, or worse, and it would’ve been my fault.”

Storm studied him for a moment, her gaze steady but kind. “I spoke with Hank and Logan earlier. They told me about what’s happening with your powers—the berserker state, the constructs, how it’s all evolving.”

Dragon tensed, his shoulders hunching. “Yeah, evolving. More like spiraling out of control.”

Ororo placed a hand on his shoulder, grounding him. “It’s not uncommon for mutations to develop new facets over time. Do you think I always had complete mastery of my powers? When I was younger, the weather bent to my emotions. A moment of fear, anger, or despair could summon a hurricane or a drought. It took years of training and patience to learn control.”

Dragon looked at her, surprised. “You? But you’re Storm. You’ve always been the perfect X-Man.”

Her soft laugh carried no bitterness. “Far from perfect, my dear. It’s easy to see someone at the height of their mastery and forget the struggles it took to get there. What you’re going through is not a failure, Dragon—it’s a transition. And transitions are always difficult.”

He frowned, his voice tinged with frustration. “But what if I can’t control it? What if I hurt someone next time?”

Ororo’s expression turned serious, though her tone remained gentle. “That is a question we all face, Dragon. Logan has struggled with it for decades. Even I still wrestle with it in moments of great strain. But the fact that you are asking these questions, that you care enough to fear that outcome, means you’re already on the right path.”

Dragon sighed, staring into the water again. “It’s just… scary. When the berserker thing kicks in, it’s like I’m not even me anymore. It’s like someone else is driving, and I’m just… watching.”

Storm nodded, her gaze distant for a moment as if recalling her own struggles. “I know that fear. But today, you came back. It was Jeewon who reached you, yes, but ultimately, it was your choice to listen. That shows strength, Dragon. Strength that many would struggle to find.”

He let her words sink in, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Beast and Logan have been helping me figure it out. They’ve been great, but it’s still… a lot. Sometimes I feel like I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”

“Stop that,” Ororo said firmly, her voice like thunder rolling in the distance. “You are worth far more than you realize, nephew. You are strong, compassionate, and brave. Do not let moments of doubt erase everything you have accomplished.”

Dragon looked down, guilt flickering in his expression. “I just don’t want to let you down. Or anyone else.”

She reached out, cupping his face and forcing him to meet her eyes. “You could never let me down, Dragon. Do you hear me? Never. I am proud of you, not because of your powers or your victories, but because of who you are. You are my family, my blood, and I see so much potential in you. The same potential your mother saw.”

The mention of his mother made his chest tighten, but it also brought a flicker of warmth. “You think Mom would’ve been proud of me?”

Ororo’s smile softened, and she brushed a hand over his hair. “I know she would. She was a warrior in her own right, and she would see the same fire in you that I do.”

Dragon swallowed hard, his throat tightening with emotion. “Thanks, Auntie. That… means a lot.”

She stood, her regal posture as unshakable as ever, and extended a hand to him. “Come. It’s late, and you need rest. Tomorrow is another day, and another chance to grow stronger.”

He took her hand, letting her pull him to his feet. “You’re really good at this whole pep talk thing, you know?”

She laughed lightly, looping an arm around his shoulders. “It comes with experience. And remember, nephew—you are never alone in this. We are your family, and we will face these challenges together.”

As they walked back toward the mansion, the heaviness in Dragon’s chest began to lift. The path ahead still seemed daunting, but with Ororo’s unwavering faith in him, he felt like he could take the first step forward.

A few more weeks pass and the world moves on. The air outside Xavier’s School felt charged, as though the sky itself was holding its breath. Students whispered nervously, gathering in clusters around the main courtyard. At the center of it all, Namor the Sub-Mariner stood in regal splendor, his Trident of Neptune glinting in the sunlight. Clad in his ceremonial Atlantean armor, he exuded an aura of power and confidence that demanded attention.

Jeewon stood beside Storm, her expression calm but her posture guarded. Dragon watched from a distance, his fists clenched at his sides. Something about Namor’s presence rubbed him the wrong way—his arrogance, his smooth words, the way his eyes lingered on Jeewon as though she were a prize.

Namor’s deep voice carried over the murmurs of the crowd. “Ororo, I come not only as king but as an emissary of Atlantis. My council advises that a union between surface and sea would strengthen our alliance.” His piercing gaze turned to Jeewon. “And I find myself captivated by this one.”

A hush fell over the courtyard.

Jeewon blinked in surprise, stepping back slightly. “I… appreciate the compliment, but—”

Namor interrupted, a small smile playing on his lips. “It is not just a compliment. It is a declaration. You, Jeewon, are worthy of standing beside a king. I offer you the honor of becoming my queen.”

Dragon’s stomach twisted into knots. His pulse quickened as anger bubbled beneath his skin, the kind of anger that felt like it didn’t belong to him, as though it came from something deeper.

“She’s not an object for you to claim,” Dragon found himself saying, his voice low but firm.

Namor raised an eyebrow, turning his attention to Dragon. “And who are you to speak in this matter, surface-dweller? A rival, perhaps?”

Dragon stepped forward, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. “I’m her teammate. And a friend.” His voice grew louder, more resolute. “And someone who won’t stand by while you treat her like a bargaining chip.”

Jeewon glanced at Dragon, her eyes wide, a mix of surprise and gratitude flickering across her face.

Namor smirked, stepping closer to Dragon. Despite being shorter, Namor’s presence was intimidating, his confidence unshakable. “You have fire, boy. But what can you offer her? A king offers power, stability, a throne.” His voice dripped with condescension. “What can you give her that I cannot?”

Dragon’s fury flared. He could feel the kinetic energy coursing through him, hot and volatile. “Respect,” he growled.

Without realizing it, the air around him began to shimmer with heat. A faint, fiery aura flickered to life, radiating off his body. The crowd gasped, stepping back.

Namor’s smirk faltered as he sensed the shift in Dragon’s energy. “Interesting,” he muttered, his tone now wary.

“Stop it, both of you!” Jeewon’s voice cut through the tension, commanding attention. She stepped between them, placing a hand on Dragon’s chest. The contact grounded him, pulling him back from the edge. The fiery aura faded, and the heat in the air dissipated.

“Dragon,” she said softly, looking into his eyes. “Thank you. But I can handle this.”

Dragon nodded, his breathing heavy. He took a step back, his eyes still locked on Namor.

Jeewon turned to Namor, her expression firm. “Your offer is flattering, but I’m not interested. My place is here, with my team.” Her voice was steady, leaving no room for argument.

Namor studied her for a moment before inclining his head. “Very well. I respect your decision.” He cast one last glance at Dragon, his expression unreadable, before turning to leave.

As the crowd began to disperse, Jeewon turned back to Dragon. Her hand lingered on his arm for a moment longer than necessary. “You didn’t have to do that,” she said, her voice soft but filled with warmth.

“I did,” Dragon replied, his voice quieter now. “I couldn’t just stand there.”

She smiled, her gaze holding his. “Well, thank you. It means a lot.”

Dragon nodded, feeling his heartbeat start to settle. As Jeewon walked back toward the training center, he couldn’t help but watch her, realizing that his feelings for her ran far deeper than he’d been willing to admit.

And as he stood there, still buzzing with residual energy, he also realized something else: when it came to Jeewon, he would fight anyone—even a king. Reveal

The clang of soul weapons echoed through the training chamber Magic had Fashioned in Limbo as Dragon sparred with Magik. He blocked her strike with a kinetic shield, the energy rippling like molten light between them. Magik grinned, testing his reflexes with a feint before swinging her sword again.

“You’re getting better,” she said, her tone approving but playful. “Still too stiff, though. Loosen up, or you’ll end up eating my blade.”

“Maybe I like the challenge,” Dragon replied, managing a smirk despite the sweat dripping down his brow.

Magik pivoted smoothly and, with a flick of her wrist, sent Dragon sprawling to the ground. She stood over him, the flat of her sword pressed lightly against his chest.

“Challenge accepted,” she teased, offering him a hand to pull him up.

As Dragon dusted himself off, Magik sheathed her blade and leaned casually against the wall. Her sharp blue eyes sparkled with amusement. “Speaking of challenges… I heard about your little showdown with Namor.”

Dragon froze mid-stretch, his face turning a deep shade of crimson. “Oh, come on. Who told you?”

“News travels fast when it involves nearly taking on the King of Atlantis,” she said, laughing. “Storm wasn’t thrilled, by the way. But me? I think it’s hilarious.”

Dragon sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It wasn’t like that. I just… I don’t even know what came over me. One second, he was acting all smug and possessive, and the next…”

Magik tilted her head, studying him. “The next, you were ready to rip his head off.”

Dragon frowned, his voice quieter now. “Yeah. And I don’t know why. I’ve never lost it like that before. It’s… embarrassing.”

Magik’s expression softened, a rare show of seriousness crossing her face. “Oh, Dragon. You really don’t see it, do you?”

“See what?”

She stepped closer, resting a hand on his shoulder. “This isn’t the first time, you know. Remember when we were on the mission in Genosha, and that rogue sentinel came after Jeewon? You threw yourself in front of it without hesitation, even though you were already hurt.”

Dragon blinked, caught off guard. “That was… instinct. She needed help.”

“And then there was the Hydra raid last month,” Magik continued. “When that operative tried to drag her into the van, you nearly leveled the entire block trying to get her back.”

“That was different,” Dragon argued, though his voice wavered.

“Was it?” Magik asked, her tone gentle but firm. “You didn’t react that way when anyone else was in danger. Not even me, and I’m your mentor. But with Jeewon, it’s like a switch flips inside you. You can’t stand the thought of her being hurt or—” She paused, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile. “—or taken away from you.”

Dragon opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, he looked down, his fists clenching at his sides.

Magik’s gaze softened further. “Dragon, it’s okay. You like her. And not just as a teammate or a friend. You care about her in a way you haven’t cared about anyone in a long time.”

Dragon let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know… Maybe you’re right. But it’s not just that. It’s this… fear, you know? I’ve lost so much already—my family, my old life. And with Jeewon…” He trailed off, struggling to find the words.

“You don’t want to lose her, too,” Magik finished for him.

Dragon nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah.”

Magik stepped back, crossing her arms as a sly grin returned to her face. “Well, you’ve got two choices, Godzilla. You can keep bottling this up until it explodes, or you can tell her how you feel before someone else does.”

Dragon hesitated, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. “What if she doesn’t feel the same?”

Magik snorted. “Please. Have you seen the way she looks at you? She’s not as subtle as she thinks she is.”

She gestured toward the door. “Now, get out of here. Go talk to her before I drag you to her myself.”

Dragon chuckled nervously but nodded. “Alright. Thanks, Magik.”

“Anytime, kid,” she said, watching him leave with a knowing smile.

Later, outside the training center

Jeewon was sitting on a bench, tying her shoes for the next session when Dragon approached, his heart pounding in his chest. He stopped a few feet away, unsure how to begin.

“Hey,” he said awkwardly.

Jeewon looked up, her expression softening when she saw him. “Hey. Everything okay? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Dragon laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I just… I wanted to talk to you about something.”

She set her shoes aside, giving him her full attention. “What’s on your mind?”

Dragon took a deep breath, forcing himself to meet her gaze. “I don’t know how to say this without sounding like an idiot, so I’m just going to say it. Jeewon, I like you. A lot. More than I’ve liked anyone in a really long time.”

Jeewon’s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t interrupt.

“You’re smart, and strong, and funny, and you make me feel like I’m not just some screw-up who can’t control his powers,” he continued. “I know we’re teammates, and I don’t want to make things weird, but I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore.”

There was a long silence as Jeewon processed his words. Dragon’s heart sank, convinced he’d made a mistake.

But then, she smiled.

“Dragon,” she said softly, standing up and taking a step closer to him. “I’m glad you told me. Because… I’ve been feeling the same way.”

His eyes widened. “You have?”

She nodded, her smile turning shy. “I guess I didn’t realize it until recently, but… you’ve always been there for me. You make me laugh when I need it, and you remind me that it’s okay to lean on someone else. You’re not a screw-up, Dragon. You’re… amazing.”

Dragon felt a wave of relief and disbelief wash over him. “So, what now?”

Jeewon grinned, her confidence returning. “Well, how about we start with dinner? We’ll figure the rest out as we go.”

Dragon chuckled, his nerves finally fading. “That sounds perfect.”

As they walked toward the dining hall together, side by side, Dragon couldn’t help but feel like, for the first time in a long time, he had something—someone—worth fighting for.

The scarlet skies of Limbo churned as demonic creatures scurried away from the clearing where Dragon and Magik trained. The air buzzed with raw energy, charged with both Dragon’s destructive powers and Magik’s mystical command of the realm. Dragon stood, breathing heavily, his Soulspear shimmering faintly in his hand.

“You’re holding back,” Magik said sharply, circling him with her Soul Sword resting casually on her shoulder. Her tone was more mentor than friend now, carrying the edge of a teacher unwilling to let her pupil take the easy road.

“I’m not holding back,” Dragon replied, adjusting his grip on the spear. “I just… don’t want to wreck everything around us. Again.”

Magik smirked. “Wrecking things is part of the fun here, маленький дракон. Limbo will survive. I’m more concerned about you not tapping into the full potential of your Soulspear.” She raised her blade, its silver edge glowing in the dim light. “Again.”

Dragon grimaced but nodded. He charged, his spear gleaming with a mix of mystical energy and his innate Destructo-kinesis. He lunged, aiming for Magik, who easily deflected the strike with her sword. Their weapons clashed, sending sparks of energy into the air.

As they exchanged blows, Magik’s sharp gaze never left Dragon. She could feel the growth in his strength, the way his powers adapted with each clash. His Soulspear wasn’t just a weapon—it was an extension of himself, responding to his will, his emotions, his very essence.

After a particularly strong strike that forced Magik to teleport behind him, she called out, “Stop!”

Dragon froze mid-swing, his spear dissipating into thin air. “What? Did I do something wrong?”

Magik lowered her sword and approached him, her piercing blue eyes narrowing. “No, but I think I’m starting to understand what’s happening with you.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, brushing sweat from his brow.

Magik sheathed her Soul Sword and gestured to the empty space between them. “Your Soulspear—do you understand what it is?”

Dragon shrugged. “I mean, it’s like… a weapon, right? Made from my energy and powers?”

She tilted her head, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. “Yes, but it’s more than that. It’s a manifestation of your soul, Dragon. The same way my Soul Sword is tied to my essence as the ruler of Limbo, your Soulspear is tied to you. Your identity, your strength, your evolution.”

Dragon frowned, staring at his hand where the spear had just been. “So… it’s like a part of me?”

“Exactly,” Magik said, crossing her arms. “And because of that, it grows as you grow. But there’s something else.” She paused, as if weighing her next words carefully. “Your mutation—your powers—they’re evolving faster than they should be.”

“What?” Dragon looked at her in confusion. “Why would that be happening?”

Magik gestured to the chaotic landscape around them. “We’ve been training here in Limbo, a realm overflowing with mystical energy and raw chaos. Your powers aren’t just adapting to survive—they’re trying to keep up with me.”

Dragon blinked, stunned. “Wait, you think I’m getting stronger because of you?”

She gave him a rare, genuine smile. “You’re always pushing yourself harder, trying to close the gap between us. Even if you don’t realize it, your body and your powers do. They’re evolving because they have to, because Limbo doesn’t tolerate stagnation, and neither do I.”

Dragon rubbed the back of his neck, a mix of pride and unease bubbling up in him. “So… what does that mean for me? Is that dangerous?”

“It could be,” Magik admitted, her tone serious. “Pushing yourself too hard, too fast, can lead to instability. But it also means your potential is greater than you’ve been giving yourself credit for. Your Soulspear isn’t just a weapon—it’s a reflection of your power and your growth. The stronger you become, the stronger it will become.”

Dragon summoned the spear again, its energy crackling in his hand. He examined it closely, noticing faint etchings along its shaft—patterns he hadn’t seen before. “So… I’ve been evolving this whole time just by being here?”

Magik stepped closer, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Yes, and you’ve been doing it well. But you need to start owning that growth. Stop doubting yourself, Dragon. If you’re going to train with me, you can’t hold back. Not anymore.”

Dragon met her gaze, determination flaring in his eyes. “Alright, no more holding back.”

Magik’s smirk returned. “Good. Now pick up your spear, маленький дракон. We’ve got work to do.”

And with that, the training resumed, the clash of their weapons echoing through Limbo as Dragon pushed himself further, embracing the strength that had always been inside him.

The atmosphere in Limbo crackled with energy as Dragon and Magik squared off once more. This time, Dragon was different—he wasn’t holding back. The hesitation that had once clouded his movements was gone, replaced by a focused intensity. The Soulspear hummed in his hand, its form shifting fluidly as he adapted his fighting style to match the ebb and flow of their battle.

Magik stood across from him, Soul Sword raised in a defensive stance. Her eyes were sharp, watching every subtle change in Dragon’s technique. She had trained him for months, and now, she was witnessing something extraordinary: Dragon was no longer just a powerhouse; he was a strategist, using his growing understanding of his powers with increasing finesse.

Dragon’s spear transformed with a flash of energy, the blade twisting and reshaping itself into a jagged, spinning chainsaw. Magik’s eyes widened in approval as he charged toward her, the chainsaw’s roar filling the air. She parried his first swing, but his next strike was a flick of the wrist—quick, calculated, and precise. The chainsaw blade was replaced with a blunt end, sending her flying backward with the force of the hit.

“Not bad, маленький дракон,” Magik said, her voice laced with admiration, though she quickly recovered and teleported behind him.

Dragon didn’t hesitate, spinning around and thrusting his spear back into its usual form—a sharp, deadly point. But this time, instead of charging with brute force, he leveled the spear toward her, and a blast of energy shot from the end. The blast wasn’t just a raw force of destruction; it was targeted, controlled. Magik barely managed to teleport again to avoid it, and when she appeared beside him, she saw his spear shift again—this time, the spearhead morphed into a rifle-like barrel.

“You’re adapting,” she said, her voice filled with awe as she narrowly dodged another energy shot from the rifle form. “I didn’t think you could make it that versatile.”

Dragon grinned, the thrill of pushing his limits clear on his face. “Neither did I,” he admitted, as the rifle shifted back into its original form, the blade gleaming in the dim light. “Guess I’m starting to get the hang of it.”

Magik felt a pride swell in her chest. She had seen this kind of growth before—students who unlocked new heights of power—but this was different. Dragon wasn’t just learning to use his powers; he was mastering them in ways no one could have predicted.

Dragon shifted his stance again, his Soulspear reshaping yet again—this time into a broad, heavy hammer. He swung it toward her with a powerful arc, the momentum carrying with it the force of a small earthquake. Magik met the blow with a teleportation dodge, but she could feel the shockwave of energy ripple through Limbo’s landscape as he moved. His ability to adapt to different forms was becoming second nature.

“You’re getting too good at this,” Magik teased, ducking under a low swipe of the hammer and appearing behind him once more.

“I’m trying to catch up,” Dragon said, his eyes flashing with determination. With a twist of his wrist, his Soulspear turned into a massive bladed scythe. The new form gave him greater reach, and he used it to his advantage, sweeping the weapon in wide arcs to keep Magik at bay.

Magik watched him, her gaze unwavering as she parried each strike. He was fast, clever, and adaptable, and though his raw power still couldn’t match hers, she was starting to see just how far he’d come. His control over his Soulspear, the ability to shift its form on the fly, was a sign of true mastery. The finesse in his movements was something that even the most seasoned warriors sometimes lacked, and Dragon was weaving that finesse into his explosive power.

She couldn’t help but smile as she dodged another devastating blow from his scythe. “You’re really starting to impress me, маленький дракон.”

Dragon didn’t respond right away, his focus entirely on their fight. He shifted his Soulspear into a long, whip-like form and lashed out at her. The whip snapped through the air, crackling with power, but Magik blocked it effortlessly with her Soul Sword, which glowed brighter in response. Still, the whip didn’t retreat; it lashed again, faster this time, and Magik had to teleport repeatedly to avoid being caught.

Magik couldn’t help but laugh. “You’ve been holding back for so long, and now you’re letting loose, huh?”

Dragon’s voice was breathless, but there was a hint of pride in it. “Feels good. It’s like… my powers are finally catching up to the way I want to use them.”

“That’s exactly it,” Magik said, pausing for a moment to catch her breath. “Your power isn’t just about brute force, Dragon. It’s about adaptability. And you’ve learned that faster than I thought you would. Your Soulspear—your mutation—it’s a tool, but it’s also a reflection of who you are. A reflection of your growth.”

Dragon’s smile was small but genuine. “Thanks, Magik. I’m still learning, but it feels good to finally feel like I’m not just playing catch-up.”

Magik lowered her sword, her expression softening with pride. “You’ve always been more capable than you realize. You just needed to believe it. I’m proud of you.”

Dragon stood tall, his Soulspear now fully transformed into a sleek, compact dagger, his hand relaxed around the hilt. “Thanks. I guess I’ve been pushing myself harder than I thought. But I’m getting there.”

Magik smiled and stepped forward, patting him on the back. “You’re not just getting there, Dragon. You’re surpassing your own expectations. Keep going.”

And for the first time in a long while, Dragon felt like he was truly mastering the power within him—no longer just relying on strength, but on the finesse and control that came from understanding his own limits and pushing past them. As they continued their training, it was clear that the bond between them, forged through countless battles and lessons, had only strengthened. And Dragon was ready for whatever came next.

Post-Training Conversation

The air in Limbo was thick with the aftereffects of their intense training session. Magik and Dragon stood amidst the ruined landscape, their breaths heavy but synchronized. The ground around them was scarred by the force of their battle, and the sky above them had shifted into a deeper shade of red as the sun began to set.

Magik wiped the sweat from her brow and looked over at Dragon, who was adjusting his Soulspear, now back in its normal form. There was a satisfaction in the way he moved, a confidence that hadn’t been there before. She’d seen him grow over the months they’d trained together, but today, he seemed like a different person. Stronger. Sharper.

Dragon glanced at her, sensing the shift in the air. He smiled faintly, his eyes reflecting a mix of pride and something else—something softer.

“I… I think I’m finally getting the hang of this,” Dragon said, his voice almost hesitant, but the confidence was undeniable.

Magik grinned and walked toward him, clapping him on the shoulder. “You’ve been holding back for too long. Now, you’re finally embracing your full potential. It’s amazing, Dragon. I’m really proud of you.”

Dragon’s smile widened, and for a moment, he looked like he was trying to find the right words. Then, with a deep breath, he looked her square in the eye.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, Magik,” he said. “I… Jeewon and I, we’re in a relationship now.”

Magik raised an eyebrow, but the surprise in her expression quickly shifted to something warmer—a knowing smile.

“You two finally figured it out, huh?” she said, her tone teasing but filled with warmth. “I could tell there was something between you both from the start. It was only a matter of time before you admitted it.”

Dragon chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, I guess we were both a little slow on the uptake. But after everything that’s happened—the battles, the training, the stuff we’ve both been through—it just felt right.”

Magik crossed her arms, her eyes softening as she looked at him. “You’ve come a long way, Dragon. I’m proud of you for more than just your fighting. You’ve grown as a person, too. And Jeewon… she’s a great girl. I’m glad you two found each other.”

Dragon’s expression softened, and there was a tenderness in his eyes that only those closest to him would notice. “She’s everything I needed, Magik. She grounds me in ways I didn’t know I needed. I’ve never felt this… at peace with someone before.”

Magik’s smile grew wider, and she uncrossed her arms to give him a light punch on the shoulder. “I think you’ve found a good match then. And from the way you’re talking, I’m pretty sure she feels the same.”

Dragon nodded, a quiet laugh escaping him. “Yeah. She’s… incredible. I just hope I can keep up with her.”

Magik’s gaze turned serious, her tone softening with the shift. “You don’t need to ‘keep up,’ Dragon. She’s with you because of who you are, not because you need to be anyone else. You’ve already proven that you’re more than enough.”

Dragon looked at her, a mix of gratitude and understanding in his eyes. “Thanks, Magik. It means a lot coming from you.”

Magik chuckled, clapping him on the back with a grin. “You better take care of her, though. She’ll turn you into a softie before you know it.” She winked at him playfully. “But I have no doubt you’ll do great. You’re stronger than you realize.”

Dragon smiled back, his heart light, and for the first time, he truly felt like everything was falling into place. With his powers, his training, and now Jeewon by his side, he knew there would be challenges ahead—but he was ready for them. He wasn’t alone anymore, and he had the confidence to face whatever the future held.

Magik’s smile faded into something more maternal as she turned to face him once more. “I’m proud of you, Dragon. Don’t ever forget how far you’ve come.”

“I won’t,” he replied, his voice steady and sure. “And thank you, Magik. For everything.”

With that, they stood together in the silence of Limbo, the bonds of friendship and mentorship between them stronger than ever. Dragon’s journey was just beginning, but now, with Jeewon by his side and Magik’s support, he knew he was more than ready for what came next.

The evening was peaceful, the sunset painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. Dragon and Jeewon sat together on a grassy hill, just outside the hustle and bustle of the city, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility after the chaos of the day. The distant sounds of nature filled the air, and Dragon couldn’t help but feel at ease with Jeewon by his side. They hadn’t had many moments like this lately, and it was comforting to feel her presence so close, without the threat of impending battle or their tumultuous past weighing heavily on them.

Jeewon leaned against him, a small smile on her face as they watched the sky change colors. “You know,” she began softly, her fingers tracing small circles on his arm, “this feels nice. Just us, no training, no fighting. It’s like we’re finally able to breathe again.”

Dragon sighed, his own smile mirroring hers. “Yeah, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt this calm. It’s like everything’s falling into place for once.”

“Good,” she said, squeezing his arm gently. “You deserve this, Dragon.”

He leaned his head back against the soft grass, staring up at the sky. For a brief moment, he felt truly at peace—no battles, no expectations, just the quiet presence of someone he loved. But that peaceful moment was abruptly shattered when the sound of a loud crack echoed through the air, followed by a ripple in the atmosphere.

Dragon’s muscles tensed instantly, his senses heightened as he stood up. Jeewon, sensing his change in demeanor, stood quickly too, concern in her eyes.

“Dragon?” she asked, her voice quiet yet worried. “What’s happening?”

Before he could answer, a figure appeared on the horizon, walking slowly toward them. Dragon’s eyes narrowed, recognizing the familiar figure. His parents.

“Great,” Dragon muttered under his breath, stepping forward to face them. His parents, fierce and proud, stood there, their expressions unreadable. His mother, tall and elegant, and his father, more stoic, both exuded a kind of regal power. But their presence here, unannounced and unwelcome, signaled that something was about to go down.

“Dragon,” his mother spoke first, her voice cold but calm, “we need to have a word.”

Dragon crossed his arms, the annoyance in his posture evident. “What do you want?”

His father’s sharp gaze flicked toward Jeewon, noticing her presence. “And who is this?” he asked, his tone carrying an edge of disapproval.

Jeewon straightened up, standing firm beside Dragon. “I’m Jeewon,” she said, her voice steady. “And I’m here because I care about him. If you’ve come to start something, you’re wasting your time.”

Dragon’s father sneered slightly but didn’t address her further. Instead, he turned his focus back to Dragon. “You’ve been reckless, Dragon. Your outbursts, your uncontrolled power—this is unacceptable. You’re embarrassing our family.”

Dragon’s eyes darkened, the same familiar fury bubbling up inside him. “I’m not embarrassing anyone,” he retorted, his voice low but forceful. “I’m doing what needs to be done. What you never understood.”

His mother’s eyes glinted with a mix of disappointment and something darker. “Your power is a gift, Dragon. But if you continue down this path, we will be forced to put you in your place. You can’t just let your emotions control you.”

Dragon laughed bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet evening. “You think you can control me? You think you can tell me what to do anymore?” He shook his head. “I’m done with that. I’m not a child anymore.”

Jeewon’s hand gently rested on his arm, a calming presence that Dragon was grateful for. But as much as he appreciated her support, he knew this wasn’t something he could avoid. His family had always expected him to conform to their rules, and now they were trying to assert that control again.

His father narrowed his eyes. “You will listen, Dragon. Or else—”

But before he could finish, Dragon’s posture shifted again, the rage building within him. His parents, sensing the change, stepped back slightly, their expressions tightening. They knew what was coming. What they didn’t expect was for Dragon to do something completely unexpected.

Without a word, Dragon’s powers flared. His eyes glowed as he summoned his mystic energy, the air around him vibrating with the intensity of his emotions. But there was no wild outburst, no rampage like they had witnessed before. Instead, he controlled it—calmed it. His aura crackled as he raised his hand and pointed it at his parents.

“I’m done being your puppet,” Dragon said through clenched teeth, his voice laced with power. “You don’t control me anymore. Not with your threats, not with your expectations. I’ve learned from people who actually care about me, not from fear and manipulation.”

His mother opened her mouth to retort, but the words caught in her throat. Dragon’s father made a gesture as if to forcefully read his mind—but instead, his face twisted in confusion. His telepathic probe didn’t penetrate Dragon’s mind.

“Why… why can’t we—?” His father began, his voice tense.

Magik’s training had worked wonders. Dragon’s powers had grown beyond just his physical strength and mystic skills. The psychic barriers he had built over time were now reinforced by his mastery of the mystic arts. His mental defenses, strengthened by his training with Magik, were now impenetrable. The telepathic abilities that once might have had control over him were useless.

Dragon smirked, feeling an unexpected sense of triumph. “Your tricks don’t work on me anymore,” he said, his voice carrying a new authority. “You should have figured that out by now.”

His mother’s eyes narrowed in frustration, her mouth twitching with anger. “This isn’t over, Dragon. You will be dealt with, one way or another.”

But Dragon didn’t flinch. “I’m not going back to the way things were. I’ve made my own path now. And Jeewon,” he glanced over at her with a small, appreciative smile, “she’s part of it. So if you want to get in my way, you’ll have to go through me first.”

His father opened his mouth to respond, but his mother held up a hand, signaling that it was time to leave. She wasn’t going to waste any more energy on a lost cause.

With one final glare, they turned and walked away, their retreating figures disappearing into the distance.

Jeewon let out a quiet breath, looking up at Dragon with admiration and something else—something deep and genuine. “You were amazing back there.”

Dragon looked down at her, his expression softening. “Thanks. But I’m just getting started. This is me now. No one’s putting me back in a box.”

They stood there for a moment, the sun sinking lower in the sky, before Dragon turned to Jeewon. “Let’s get out of here. We’ve got better things to do than deal with them.”

Jeewon smiled, nodding. “Lead the way.”

And with that, they walked away together, leaving the past and the pressure of family expectations behind them, ready to face whatever the future held as equals.

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I Love Her Smile

Kim Jiwon (Jeewon) x Male Reader

Tags: ass eating, belly bulging, big tits worship, bikini, bouncy boobs, creampie, cup, cute smile, deepthroating, (lots of) facefucking, motorboating, pile driver, queefing, riding, titfucking, spit, vibrator

Word count: 3739

After filming the music video for Cignature's latest comeback, Jeewon seemed tired. Being the milking cow of a small company while carrying such a heavy load can be quite burdensome. But even after such an exausting routine, she managed to always smile.

You met Jeewon after the filming, asking her about how she felt. "I'm good, but a little tired; how about you?" she asked. "I'm fine; better now with you. I love your smile, Jeewon," you replied.

"I wasn't born yesterday; I know what you mean by that," Jeewon said. "Well, you're such a tease I had to notice," you said back. "Indeed, I live off that," she continued.

"Then stand up and show me what you mean by that," you told her. Jeewon understood the assignment, shaking her body left and right and making her beautiful milkers swing. "Perfect, they are so beautiful," you told her. Indeed, Jeewon's massive tits never ceased to amaze you, no matter how often you had seen them. That outfit they gave her for the video made Jeewon look sexier than ever, and you were enjoying it to the fullest.

"Shake them harder, tease me," you ordered to Jeewon, who obliged. Her small bra could barely hold her fully natural 34 double-D cup tits in place, and that got truer with all her shaking. Jeewon felt her nipples start to slip and tried to cover them as an instant reaction, but it was futile.

Jeewon laughed and bounced her boobs up and down. Her bra wasn't enough to hold them in place for long, with her right tits popping up first. She kept shaking them until they were on full display. "Good girl, that's what I'm talking about," you told her.

"That was fun," Jeewon smirked at you. "Keep teasing me; put your bra back and flash them," you told her, who does that before letting them fully free. "I could do this all day for you," she said. "But weren't you tired?" you asked her. "Yeah, but I love the attention you give to my tits," she said.

"Well, you're such a cute, sexy girl, Jeewon. I'll give you all the attention; better if you take those jeans off," you tell her. "Sure," she says, pulling her pants down and showing the lower part of her bikini. "It's all for you; we didn't film it in the music video because it hardly covers anything," she said.

"If it barely covers anything, you should just pull them to the side," you told Jeewon, who quickly followed, spreading her ass cheeks for you to see her holes. "We're just getting started," she said. "Indeed we are; take those panties off next," you ordered. "Hmmm nice, your ass is winking already; I can't wait to put my tongue in there," you told her.

"You're such a naughty boy," Jeewon told you. "Yes, I am," you said back. "You told me you were tired; you should sit on this chair and let me please you," you continued. "Of course," she said.

Jeewon sat on the char as you started massaging her bare boobs, then kissed them and licked her nipples. Alternating between the boobs, your tongue perfectly worshipped them. "Shake them into my face," you asked. Jeewon grabbed her udders close together, and you started motorboating her, much to her enjoyment. 

"Lube your tiddies," you told Jeewon, giving her a bottle to pour the liquid all over it. "Shake them for me, my baby," you said. Her lubed tits made for a much easier massage, as you quickly took advantage and easily slid your hands back into Jeewon's udders, clapping them against each other and enjoying the sound.

"Everything is better with lube," Jeewon says. "You know what's better? Your tits shaking in my face," you replied, starting another round of motorboating, this time with Jeewon going much faster. After she was done, you groped one of her tits while sucking the other like a needy baby.

"You like that, don't you?" you asked her. "Yes, I love it," Jeewon said, showing you her big, btight smile. "Shake them harder in my face," you told her. Jeewon amplified the intensity as your head was hit left and right by her huge milkers, and you loved it. So did Jeewon, who couldn't stop laughing.

"Hmmm, how much of those tiddies can I fit in my mouth?" you asked her, bringing them together and getting your face buried deep in her udders. "They can barely fit, I see," Jeewon laughed. Sometimes she tried to hide, but there was truly no point; her boobs are huge, and she loves getting them worshipped. "Your mouth is so good in my tiddies," Jeewon said as you kept kissing and grabbing them, even slapping yourself with them. 

"Let me spin it around and show where else my mouth can be good," you told her, spinning the chair hard to get Jeewon's ass in front of your face. You were so excited you ended up missing the mark and almost making her fall off. "Wow, you really want it," she said. "Yes, I do; put your ass close to my face," you replied.

"For all the talk about your tiddies, you sure got a nice ass too, Jeewon. Can you make your butt wink for me?" you asked, making her laugh. "How does a butt wink?" she asked. "Well, whatever, as long as you're ready for my tongue," you said, diving it into Jeewon's butthole with fast stabbings inside her pink anus.

Jeewon started moaning and grabbed your head to push it deeper into her ass. "Ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhh, you tongue it so good," she said. "Lean forward and let me spit on it," you said, sniffing and eating her tiny butthole. "So, do you like my tongue in your ass?" you asked. "I love it," she said.

A few more minutes of eating ass and Jeewon moaning ensued as you tongue-fucked her. "You taste so good," you told her, following with spinning sessions with the chair where your mouth went from her anus straight to her big tits and then back to her asshole. "Which one do you like better, how I grab your tits or how I eat your ass?" you asked. "Can't decide; both are so good," she said back.

You went back to her tits for a bit, pinching her nipples and slapping them against each other. "I just love that sound, making a milkshake with them," you said. "Now let me get back in that ass," you said, getting your tonguing more intense and Jeewon's moans louder. "Oh my God," she said as you were committed not to spare a single inch of her anus without cleaning. 

"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, you eat my ass so good," Jeewon says, with lots of moans in between. "Then hold my head and push it against it," you replied. Jeewon shaken her ass with your face making noise between her cheeks, mimicking the motorboating you gave to her tits moments ago.

"Yeah, that's perfect, ahhhh," Jeewon enjoyed every second of your tongue in her ass. "You look amazing; it seems like you're ready to suck some cock," you told her. "I'd love to," she replied.

Jeewon unzips your trousers and gets shocked by your hard cock already popping out. "So big," she says, measuring it against the bottle of lube you gave her and finding out it's got the same length. Jeewon starts sucking it using no hands and getting very sloppy from the start. "Spit all over my cock," you tell her.

It doesn't take long before you grab her head and start pushing your shaft deeper into her throat, making Jeewon almost choke on it, spitting more saliva once she gags. She quickly recovers and starts blowing it off again, making a lot of noise. 

"Are you ready to get facefucked?" you ask her. Jeewon nods positively. "Then come here," you say, grabbing her head and pounding her sloppy throat a few times as a test. "I love all that spit dripping from your face," you say, as Jeewon uses it to lube your shaft and suck it deeper, her udders bouncing hard as you fuck her face.

"Drool on it, baby," you tell as you can't stop fucking Jeewon's cute face, hitting the depth of her throat until she coughs again. Her face is already full of saliva, as you let her jerk your dick as well. "You're such a good cocksucker, aren't you?" you praise her blowjob skills.

"God, I love how much spit is falling into your chest," you tell her as you don't stop fucking her face, taking it balls deep as a string of saliva forms from Jeewon's chin up to her tits. "Shake those tits if you want to suck my cock," you tell Jeeewon, who moves them left and right after. "Perfect, just like that," you tell her.

Jeewon savors your meat to the fullest as you treat her throat like her second pussy. "Get it all the way down your throat," you tell her, but she struggles with your massive length, quickly gagging after a few tries. "I can't; it's just so fucking big.".

"Open your mouth wide," you tell Jeewon as you keep sticking your cock in it and enjoy the bulging under her cheek, giving it a couple strikes. "Holy shit, my boobs are full of saliva," she says as she shakes them, and you start the hardest round of facefucking on her. The only thing better than a smile in her face was your cock stuffing it.

"Play with your pussy while you suck my cock," you order to Jeewon, handing her one of those gigantic magic wand vibrators, which she turns on and places between her legs. Your facefucking is so sloppy; she's got saliva running all the way down her belly now, and the louder the vibrator gets, the harder you fuck her face.

Jeewon starts to moan louder as her pussy gets massaged; between it and your thrusts in her mouth, she can barely hold the vibrator as her legs get weaker. "Good girl making that big cock wet enough to hop on it," you praise her. "Yes, I'm ready to ride this," she says.

"Not yet," you tell Jeewon as she gags on your cock. "Slap those tits against my cock," you order as Jeewon brings them up together and starts hitting your pole from both sides. "Perfect, now let me spank your tiddies," you say, slapping your hard shaft against her milkers as she once again gives you that big smile you love so much.

"Squeeze that cock," you ask Jeewon, who presses your shaft between her big tits. It's so girthy she can barely squeeze them together. After such a long time, finally a cock worthy of her massive boobage. You push it up and down her tits, like a sausage making its way between a pair of hot dog buns.

You don't hold back, giving Jeewon the hard titfucking her massive udders deserve. "Open your mouth, lick that cock while I destroy those big tits," you tell her. Jeewon loves it, licking your tip like a maniac every time it emerges out of her milkers. "Keep your mouth open," you say, thrusting so hard that instead you actually end up missing it multiple times.

You lay down and let Jeewon be in control. As she squeezes your cock so hard, only your tip now pops out of her tits. "Oh yeah, that's so good," you tell her. "My tits are so soft and wet; look how easily they slide between your cock," she says.

However, it doesn't take long for your primal instincts to take over. "Let me tittyfuck you, bitch," you say as you start thrusting up Jeewon's huge melons in full speed. Her big heart now forms a heart-shaped (or pussy-shaped, a few would say) hole that your cock passes through. Jeewon keeps it well lubed with some spits, as you slide between her boobs fairly easily.

You take a little break and let Jeewon bounce those boobs up and down your dick like a maniac, with a few cocksuckings in between. Jeewon then stops and starts deepthroating your cock. "Do it; get it as wet as you can for your pussy," you tell her. Jeewon does just as you ask, coating your cock full of spit for a couple minutes. "Don't use your hands, just bob your head all the way down my balls," you tell her. Jeewon goes deeper and deeper until she finally gags.

"Are you ready to ride me now?" you ask Jeewon. "YESSSSS!" she enthusiastically says, her big smile back on her face. Jeewon doesn't take long to sit on your pole. "Ohhhhh," you groan as her tight pussy squeezes your walls. Jeewon herself is impressive, as she takes your full length. "Oh my God, Oh My God, fuck," she says as soon as she starts bouncing on it.

Jeewon quickly turns into a mess; your wet cock easily slides up and down her pussy, and her boobs are now jiggling nonstop. "God damn it, you're so fucking big," she says, but never stopping the ride.

"Choke me, yessss, ahhhhhh," Jeewon moans as you make it harder on her. Your hips clap hard against her butt every time she descends down it. You give her a little test as you push your cock up while choking her, making her laugh full of joy as she quickly regains control of the ride.

"Oh my God, you're so fucking deep inside me," Jeewon says as she can't stop moaning. You now grope her big tits, much to her enjoyment. "OH YES, OH YES, OH YES, OH YES," she rapidily screams. "Lean forward a bit," you order to her, taking her massive udders in your mouth while she bounces on your dick.

Jeewon's pussy quickly starts tightening the longer she goes with her ride. You grab her waist and push her body down your hips. "AHHHH FUCKKKK, YESSSS," she screams, closing her eyes as she gets completely impaled and her boobs bounce freely.

More and more moans come out of Jeewson's mouth as she quickly gets exausted, using all her mouth to ride your cock with hard and fast bounces. Her udders are a spectacle to watch as they turn into wild pinballs that move directionless. "AHHHHH, Fuck my little pussy," Jeewon begs, slowly getting out of breath the longer you impale her pussy.

"Get on your feet and keep bouncing on that dick," you command. Jeewon pushes harder, her pussy getting stretched out to the fullest, her ass clapping hard against your body. You finally decide to give her a break: "Come here to suck my cock," you tell her, kneeling as Jeewon bends over and gets that meat in her mouth as soon as you give her the command.

"Don't cover your tits; let me see them bounce," you tell her as Jeewon bobs her head on your cock. Like an unstoppable force meeting an unmovable object, you meet her head bobbing with more thrusts down her throat, doing as much as you can to make her boobs bounce.

"Ready to put it back in your pussy?" you ask her. "Yes, always ready," she says. "But first, you need to get a little sloppier; let me make those tits shake," you continue, fucking her face once again as you entertain herself with all the movement her milkers make while you do so.

Jeewon can't hide how tired she looks at this point, panting multiple times as she gags on your cock. But she's still hungry for cock, spitting all over it and throating it as deep as she can as you destroy her tiny, slutty mouth.

"Now you're ready," you tell her. Jeewon brings the lube bottle back and gets her boobs wet again. "Shake it," you command, as the lube falls down into your crotch and Jeewon rubs it on your shaft before sitting on it again, this time in reverse cowgirl.

Jeewon doesn't hold back, riding your cock as hard as she can. Her boobs are an even bouncier mess now. And she's an even bigger mess of moans. "AHHHH, YES, FUCK, OH MY GOD," she screams as you just passively watch, Jeewon planting her hands against the couch as a support while she bounces on your prick.

"OH FUCK THAT'S DEEP," Jeewon says as she ends up sliding your cock inside her cunt all the way down to your balls. You take advantage of this moment of weakness from her and thrust upwards. "AHHHHHH, YESSSS," she screams as her tits almost fly out of her body.

"FUCK THAT'S SO DEEP IN MY STOMACH, YES, YES, YES," Jeewon screams as your cock strikes her mercilessly balls deep, losing her breath as you hit her cervix. Her body is fully sweaty as she just lies on top of you and sits with your cock deep inside her, massaging your balls while she tries to recover from the quick but extremely hard pounding you just gave her.

Jeewon tries to ride a couple times but can barely last a minute. "FUCK YES, YES, YES," she says. "I need this cock so bad, but I'm so fucking tired," she says. "Then suck my dick," you tell her as she takes it deep in her throat like a hungry demon, but you do to her face just as you did to her pussy, pouding it from down low while Jeewon struggles with her throat getting filled full of cock at a franctic pace.

"Are you ready to get fucked lying on your back?" you ask Jeewon. "Yes, please, do it; I've never done this position before," Jeewon says with a huge smile on her face, her legs pressed against her big boobs. "Ready for this big cock to take you on a piledriver?" you keep asking. "Yesss, I'm so excited," Jeewon answers.

You rub and slap your cock against Jeewon's entrance, adding a little lube around her lower side. Jeewon's pussy starts queefing as soon as you penetrate it. You love the noise coming out of her cunt as you fuck her. "Hmmm, look at this tight pussy squirting all that lube," you say. "That's so hot," you say.

Jeewon grabs her boobs, jiggling them with her hands, and her moans are very out of breath now. You play with her pussy going in and out of it and enjoying the queefing sounds. You slowly pick up the pace, bulging your massive cock under her belly. "Fuck this little pussy, YESSSS, FUCKKK," Jeewon screams in between lots of moans.

"Look at that big cock under my stomach," Jeewon notices your bulging dick, massaging her belly in the area around it. You hit her pussy straight and deep, staying with your shaft buried all the way down her cunt. "Let's see it, let's see it," you enjoy your cock stabbing her insides as Jeewon runs her hands around the bulge under her tummy. "Poke me right there, please," she demands.

"AHHHHHH, OHHHHH FUCKKKK," Jeewon screams as you hit deep in her cervix; she is exhausted now and just enjoys you taking her pussy all the way in. A few liquids come out of her vagina, and you love it. "Oh God, are you squirting?" you ask her. "YESSSS," she screams as your cock dives into a pudddle of juices that get trapped between your shaft and gravity, pushing it back down inside Jeewon's fuckhole.

Jeewon laughs as you finger her little pussy. "Come here, baby, taste that cock full of squirt," you tell her. Jeewon gets up immediately, diving to suck your dick and lick your shaft from top to bottom, enjoying the taste of herself. "Dirty girl," you say to her as she chokes on your cock and bounces her tit with her franctic head-bobbing, smiling like the good whore she is.

As Jeewon finishes gagging on your cock, a coat of saliva fills it from top to bottom. She still has the strength for one final round, slapping her own ass as you look at her baby-making body. Jeewon puts her right leg up and gets herself into an acrobatic position on the couch for one last fucking. You slide your cock deep into her pussy from the beginning, making her moan softly.

You pound Jeewon fast and hard, making sure her boobs bounce as much as possible. At this point, Jeewon can barely feel her legs, just letting herself become a little cocksleeve for your monster cock. "Oh yes, oh yes," she moans as your balls clap against her clit and her boobs hit her chin. "That feels so fucking amazing," she says as your cock relentlessly attacks her cunt.

"OH YES, OH YES, OH YES," Jeewon says as you pound her balls deep. Her tits become massive bouncy pinballs at each thrust you give her; her clit stretches out like an opening mouth, and speaking of mouths, she opens her as far as she can to moan every time your cock fills her insides.

"CUM FOR ME, YES, CUM IN MY LITTLE PUSSY, PLEASE," Jeewon begs. Soon, you leave your signature inside it, coating her walls full of your white ink just as she wanted to. "Push it out," you tell her, spreading her pussy lips and bringing a cup where your cum lands after flowing out of her pussy.

Jeewon pushes the cum out of her pussy like a cow getting milked out of her tits. "Drop on your knees and pour it all over your big tits for me," you demand as Jeewon picks the cup up and fills her milkers full of your milk, licking her own nipples to taste your cum right out of her boobs as she gives you one final big smile.

"That was a lot of fun," Jeewon says. "So you had a lot of fun, you little slut; what was your favorite part?" you ask her. "Probably the piledriver loved watching your cock poking me from the inside," she said. "That's great; I hope I get to have more fun with you," you tell her. "Me too; that would be awesome," Jeewon replied.

"Last thing, I really love your smile," you say to Jeewon.

"And my big tits and little pussy too," Jeewon says, shaking her tiddies for one last time.

"Needless to say I love them."

[anonymousicecream]

Happy Ending (Jeewon & Chaehyun x M Reader)

Day 19: Masseuse Threesome

"Welcome to idol's life sir. How may I assist you?"

"I would like to have a massage please."

"Very well sir. How many therapists?"

"Two is enough."

"Of course. Would you like a surprise or would you want to pick them yourselves?"

"A surprise would be good." With that, the woman guided you to the massage room, letting you strip yourself onto your boxers before you laid down on the bed.

"Evening sir, today we're here to relieve you. Please relax and enjoy our treatments." The red-haired girl say, before she starts massaging your right foot. The other girl, who had brown hair, didn't had much to say before she got into action as she massages your hand.

After a few minutes, you felt your hands over something round and squishy. You opened your eyes to find out that your hands rest on the girl with the brown hair's tits. "Erm miss." "Shush, and sir, just call me Jeewon. For the girl doing your legs, her name's Chaehyun." Jeewon said, before she starts massaging your hand as your palm rests on her tits.

It came as a surprise when Chaehyun starts massaging your thighs, going near your crotch. The shock made you react by pinching Jeewon's nipples, earning a moan from her. "Ah!" Jeewon's eyes widened after letting out a moan, while you just stay there and smirk. "You know sir, you can just go ahead and start." Chaehyun informed you.

With that, you used your free hand to start groping Jeewon's breast, playing with her boobs through her tanktop. This soon turned into more as you took her top off, exposing her perky nipples. "Sit on my face." Jeewon followed your instruction before getting on your face, allowing you to see her wet panties. This allows you to set her pussy aside, before feeling a drop of her juice fell onto your face.

The sudden drop made you breathe hard against her pussy, earning a heavy breath from her. It didn't take long before you used your fingers to rub her clit, going up and down on her entrance before you insert a finger into her pussy. "Mmmmhhhh fuck." You started off slow, enjoying every second of it before you felt Chaehyun's hands on your cock, rubbing it softly. What was first slow turned into slow and warm as you felt Chaehyun's warm mouth on your cock.

This prompted you to start using your tongue to pleasure Jeewon, which definitely worked as her moans started getting louder. Your pace got even faster after you felt Chaehyun's warm pussy coating your cock, allowing to start riding you. "Fuck Chae, you're so tight." Chaehyun just chuckled and replied back by increasing her pace, letting her vocalize her moans more. The increased pace did allow her juices to leak faster, letting her warmth coat your cock.

This did made you moan, but it also increase your breathes, allowing them to hit Jeewon's pussy. "Mmmhhhh fuck your breathes are so hot." Jeewon moans, while also keeping your body in place, leaving marks all over your torso. Your attention was soon diverted when you heard noises, which turns out to be the two girls on top of you, making out, eating each other's mouths.

You took the time to rub your thumb on Jeewon's ass, while also increasing your pace on her pussy, resulting in an intense orgasm as she squirts her juices onto your face. You opened your mouth, letting her juices squirt onto your mouth repeatedly, while Chaehyun took control above, muffling her moans by kissing her, while continuing to ride you.

After she finished squirting, you swallowed Jeewon's juices before ordering her to get off you, now instead helping Chaehyun in her chase for her orgasm, helping her by rubbing her clit and tits. This eventually got her to climaxed as Chaehyun lift herself off your cock, before she squirts all over your body and cock, moaning loudly as she reaches her first orgasm. "FUCK FUCK FUCKKKKK!!!!" Chaehyun's moans echo, while Jeewon continues helping Chaehyun in her orgasm, prolonging it.

After she finished cumming, you watch as Jeewon lick Chaehyun's juices off your body and cock, before she starts sucking your cock again. She alternates between sucking and stroking your cock. "Cum on us daddy. Coat us with your cum." Jeewon said as Chaehyun came back to life, now using her mouth to also suck your balls.

The two ladies acknowledge that their tits are their best assets, so they didn't forget to give you titjobs while also slapping your cock onto their tits, adding extra pleasure for you.

The "extra pleasure" turned out to be the deciding factor as you bust your load all over their face and tits, coating them with your cum. Their moans echo through the room after each spurt, before they eventually took a selfie, showing their body coated with your cum.

[coldfanbou]

Affection

Welcome to this piece for the week, which I used as an example of what you can expect for kinktober as we have some stepcest going on. I hope you all enjoy the love these two give you.

Length 2.4K

Chowon X M reader X Jeewon

You breathed a heavy sigh as you continued to snap pictures of your stepsisters, Chowon and Jeewon, as they performed their cheer routine. You held the camera in place, not even looking through the preview window to see what the camera was taking pictures of. Their uniforms shifted as their breasts bounced, and the wind blew at their skirts, lifting them. Your mind was elsewhere as you pressed the button, trying not to think about what you saw. They walked over to you once their practice was over and asked how the pictures turned out. You handed the camera over to them, letting them peek at the images while you stared at the field. They felt satisfied with the first few as they looked them over, “What about this one?” Jeewon said, full of excitement. 

“My eyes are closed.”

“But look at your smile; you look so cute!” 

“Alright, we can use that one.” Coming to an agreement, the pair continue looking through the pictures, sweat running down their body as they check each one—the pair glance at you before turning to each other and whispering. You can’t hear what they’re saying but you don’t care too much and continue to look out at the field, hoping that you get to go home soon. 

“I didn’t know he was that much of a pervert,” Chowon said quietly as the two took a few steps back. “Just look at this picture.” Chowon moved on to the following picture; it was taken mid-jump when her skirt was up, and her panties were clearly visible. Jeewon pursed her lips as they continued looking through the photos. While many of them were safe, there were more than a few that were erotic. 

Jeewon glanced at you and back at the camera, seeing a picture of herself bending over. The shot showed off her and Chowon’s cleavage. She mulled over a few thoughts before turning to Chowon. “At least he’s being honest in a way.” Jeewon looked at the pictures again; something about your interest in her body turned her on. It put thoughts in her head to be seen in that light. 

“Jeewon!” Chowon shouted quietly while slapping her elder sister’s shoulder. 

“What? I’m just saying.” The older of the two smiled and continued looking through the pictures; Chowon looked over her shoulder, lightly slapping Jeewon’s back when she paused at one of the more lewd shots. “C’mon, just look at it,” Jeewon giggles. The longer this went on, the more Chowon began to see Jeewon’s point of view. As they finish going through the pictures, Jeewon hands back the camera, saying she liked the photos you took. She leaned down and grabbed your hand, leading you to the car. Chowon walked behind you and Jeewon, noticing her sister's behavior. 

You wiggle your hand free from Jeewon’s grip, and she holds onto you again. “What? Embarrassed to be holding hands with your step-sister?” She teases you.

“I just want to go home,” you reply as you reach the car. Jeewon pouts at your answer and lets go of your hand, letting you get in the car and drive home. When you get home, you rush to your room, letting your step-sisters talk amongst themselves. Jeewon’s mind was slowly filling with thoughts of you; since you had become family, she had always thought of you as cute. Now that she thought you were interested in her sexually, Jeewon began thinking of you in a similar light. Every incident she had taken as innocent at the time she thought of in a new light. She grew flustered, thinking you had left many signs that you needed her. Her cheeks burned as more thoughts flooded her head. 

Chowon looked at her sister, knowing nothing good could be going on in her mind. Still, she let it go for the moment, trusting it would pass. As the sisters went their separate ways, Jeewon took her chance to bathe first. She slipped into the tumble, allowing the water to wash over her until it settled into a pleasant calm. Jeewon’s thoughts continued to slip toward you, remembering when you accidentally walked into the bathroom as she stepped out of the shower. Jeewon could feel her body heating up as she thought about it. She cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it while her other hand moved down her stomach toward her slit. She pushed her fingers inside, moaning your name as she imagined your lips on her body, begging for her. There was a part of Jeewon that knew it was wrong to think of you like that, but she couldn’t resist the temptation. In her mind, Jeewon’s fingers were your cock, sliding in and out of her. The taboo of being family, even if unrelated by blood, turns her on. 

Jeewon cooed as she pumped her fingers deeper inside, curling them and hitting her G-spot as she imagined you all over her. She pulled her nipple taut and came as she flicked her clit. As her body cooled down and her mind settled, Jeewon concluded she would make the first move since you weren’t willing to. She slowly climbed out of the tub, wrapping a towel around her body and drying herself off before heading to her bedroom. Jeewon would act on her thoughts soon enough.

The day continued as any other, with you none the wiser about Jeewon’s plans.  A few weeks had passed since that day, and her imagination had grown stronger; Jeewon dreamt of you and needed you more than ever. She made her way to your room, tiptoeing around the house before slowly opening your door and shutting it behind her. Her heart beat quickly as she looked at you; Jeewon could feel herself growing wet. She walked up to you, pulling back your blanket before straddling. You began to wake up; your eyes took some time to adjust to the dark. All you could hear was Jeewon’s voice. “Don’t worry, your big sis is here for you.” She said softly before pressing her lips against yours; her tongue invades your mouth, stopping you from responding. She moves your hands to her large mounds, letting you squeeze them through her shirt as she grinds against your crotch. Jeewon reaches down, pulling your cock out of your pants and stroking it. You groan into her fervent kiss. “I’ll take care of you; you don’t have to hide your feelings anymore. I know this is wrong, but I want you too.” Your will to struggle against Jeewon slowly disappears as her palm rubs against the head of your cock. You squeeze her breasts, earning you small moans as she lifts her shirt, allowing your hands to sneak under. 

Your thumb runs over her hard nipple, flicking it as you squeeze the soft mound. This forced Jeewon to break the kiss; her heavy breathing filled the room as she lifted off her shirt, letting her breasts go free. She leaned down, kissing you again. Her breasts swayed, moving across your chest as her hand continued to stroke your cock. Precum began to leak out, coating her hand. “Ah, your big sis will make sure you have nothing left.” For nights Jeewon imagined you pumping her full of your cum, breeding her, impregnating her with your child. “I’ll make sure you get every part of my body.” She mumbled, moving herself down your body. She lifted your lower body and placed your cock between her tits. You watched as your step-sister squeezed her breasts together; she moved them up and down your shaft slowly. As precum dripped from your cock, it coated her breasts, and in time she began moving faster. 

You moaned Jeewon’s name, struggling with the pleasure she was giving you. “It’s okay if you cum on my tits. I know you have a lot more cum where that came from.” She said, speeding up her movements. You struggled, watching as her tits jiggled while she stroked your shaft. Unable to hold on any longer, you came, coating her neck and tits in your cum. The smell flooded Jeewon’s nostrils; as she came to a stop, she looked at her painted chest and scooped a fingerful of cum before eating it. “You taste so good.” She whispered before massaging her breasts. “Let’s keep going.” 

You nod along, watching as she throws away her shorts and panties, leaving her naked. Jeewon pulled away your pajamas and straddled you once more, rubbing your cock against her folds. “You’re so big,” she moans, feeling the tip push against her entrance. “We’re finally going to be together,” Jeewon says with a smile before dropping herself on your cock. You feel her tight walls hold onto your cock as she impales herself on you. “Mm, fuck, you’re hitting my womb.” Jeewon places her hands on your chest, staring into your eyes as she adjusts. In a few minutes, she begins moving, rising and falling on your cock. You watch as her tits bounce as she drops onto your cock. Noticing your stares, Jeewon pulls your head to her chest, “Go on, suck on them. I don’t want there to be anything between us.” You suck on her tits, your tongue swirling around her nipple as she bounces on your cock. You both feel a strong connection; you wrap your hands around Jeewon’s waist, guiding her. 

Every bounce brings you both closer to cumming. Jeewon holds you tightly, biting her bottom lip as she feels your cock begin to throb. “I’m cumming, Jeewon,” you grunt. 

“Cum inside me. I want you to cum in my pussy.” Jeewon cries out, planting herself firmly on your cock as she cums. Her walls tighten around your cock and force your orgasm; her cunt is flooded by your cum. You fill her completely. Jeewon feels the warmth of your cum spread across her body; she lets go of your head and rubs her belly. Smiling, she says, “There’s so much.” 

As you stare at Jeewon, the door to your room opens; on the other side is Chowon, watching as you pump her sister full of cum. Jeewon smiles at her younger sister and waves her over. “I’m glad you wanted some too. There’s more than enough to go around.” Jeewon gets off you slowly and stands in front of the bed. Your cum runs down her legs as she walks over to Chowon and hugs her. “It’s the best Chowon. You won’t regret a thing.” Chowon was more stunned than anything, having watched her sister get creampied by her step-brother. Jeewon brings her over to you. Chowon’s eyes are glued to your cock; it’s covered in Jeewon’s nectar and your cum. She should be disgusted by it, but something attracts her to it. She doesn’t realize she’s inching closer to it until Jeewon tells her. “Pretty big, isn’t it? Have a taste, Chowon. There’s nothing like it.” Chowon opened her mouth, her tongue reached out, and she dragged her tongue along your shaft. She shut her eyes; it felt right to her. Chown wrapped her lips around the tip, swirling her tongue around the head of your cock as she began bobbing her head. Jeewon clapped quietly. “I bet it’s better than your boyfriend’s, huh?” 

Chowon pulled back slowly, letting you out of her mouth with a pop. “Much better,” she said with a smile before leaning back down and sucking your cock. You felt Chowon’s tongue along the underside of your shaft as she stuffed herself. Glancing at Jeewon, you saw her fingering herself to the sight of her younger sister sucking you off. You place your hand on Chowon's head, pushing her to the base of your cock, her nose rubbing against your pelvis. Still sensitive from your earlier climax, your cock began to throb in Chowon’s mouth. She knew what was to come and started pulling back. Chowon tightly wrapped her lips around your cock, bobbing her head quickly until you came in her mouth. Chowon drank your cum as it came, filling her stomach with the salty liquid. Jeewon smiled and moved behind her sister, stripping her of her pajamas. 

“I think it’s time for you to ride it,” Jeewon whispered, helping Chowon straddle you. You looked up and down Chowon’s body, taking it all in. “Go ahead, touch her,” Jeewon whispered into your ear. “We were made for each other.” With Jeewon’s encouragement, you reached up and groped Chowon’s tits, dragging out a moan from her between her lips. Your touch sent a shock through her system. Jeewon helped work over Chowon, getting behind the younger woman and groping her other breast while rubbing her clit. 

“Jeewon!” She moaned, struggling with the influx of pleasure. 

“How does our step-brother feel?” 

Chowon pauses, “Big.”

“And you haven’t even put it in yet. He’ll put that boyfriend of yours to shame.” Jeewon moved Chowon up and grabbed your cock, stroking it as she aligned you both. She pushes the younger woman down. Chowon moans as she feels your cock move inside, stretching her cunt. “He feels so good, right?” Chowon nods quickly, her moans filling the room as you begin thrusting into her cunt. Jeewon continued to play with her sister’s body, pinching her nipples and kissing her neck as she rode you. Chowon's mind warped; she hadn’t intended this outcome, but the pleasure was too much. She became like Jeewon, imagining no future other than one with you. She bounced on your cock, moaning your name as you pushed her toward her climax. Every thrust moved deeper into her cunt until you were knocking on her womb. “I’m cumming!” Chowon whined, her walls clamping down around your cock as you cum inside her. You pump Chowon full of cum just like you did Jeewon. It felt better than any other thing you had ever done. Chowon collapses on top of you, her chest heaving as you press your lips against hers. She smiled and returned the kiss as she felt your last spurts of cum flow inside her. Jeewon snuggled beside you, kissing your cheek as you drifted off to sleep.

You managed to keep your secret from everyone as you began life with your step-sisters. You moved away with them, finding your own place and getting the privacy you needed to go at it at all hours of the day. You cut off contact with your parents and Chowon did the same to her boyfriend. You were all dedicated to each other now and kept the fact you were step-siblings hidden from everyone, appearing as nothing more than regular lovers.

As you sit back and relax, feeling their tongues move across, you look down to see their growing bellies. Jeewon and Chowon shine bright smiles at you, more than happy with this outcome as you paint their faces with your cum.

[uncookedfeeler]

Busty Princess 👹

Jeewon x Reader

Tags : 3k, smut

Sitting in your luxurious office, you stare at Jeewon, the star of Cignature, while you're immersed in a tense phone call with the CEO of J9 Entertainment. The conversation is cordial at first, but quickly turns into an argument. You're talking about the group's imminent comeback, and you can feel your interlocutor trying to boss you around. But he forgets one important thing: it was you who saved Cignature from the wreckage. After their old label collapsed, you took the control, investing your time, money and energy to bring these idols back from the shadows.

Your voice hardens and you say curtly:

"Don't mess with me, you little shit, it's not you who controls the future of this band anymore, IT'S ME!. Your shitty company is nothing but a bunch of imbeciles and failure like you. This band and especially Jeewon are mine now. I dictate the direction, the decisions and the outcome of their careers. So now you're going to listen to me or I assure you we'll see each other again very soon.”

There was a moment's silence on the other side of the line, then, before he could say anything, "I advise you to remember who holds the cards here. So be obedient like the little dog you are and follow my orders.”

Jeewon, observes the intensity with which you dominate this pseudo-negotiation. You can see in her eyes that she knows what this means: you are the only one who can make or break her future. One last icy word and you end the call.

As soon as you've put the phone down on the desk, you sink back into your chair and sigh in frustration.

"What a bastard this guy is, sorry for the inconvenience sweetie", you put your hands on Jeewon's hips again, since the beginning the idol is straddling you, completely naked, lovingly placing kisses and sucking on your neck, not forgetting your cock deep inside her.

"Mh mh, I rather thank you daddy, since you took over our conditions are much better, let me express my gratitude once again and for a very long time", the young woman moves her pelvis on her own initiative and continues to massage your cock with her wet hole.

She gives you a sensual look as she straddles you and throws herself head first onto your cock. Moaning, she covers your cock with her pussy juices.

"I know you like it when I do this, I can feel your cock trembling inside me," Jeewon says as you see her two huge meaty tits slapping against her skin, you'd have to be crazy not to have noticed them, her milky breasts would make any man on the planet hungry.

After seeing them on stage, Jeewon and her band stayed on your radar, the takeover was an ambitious project and far be it from you to turn them into sluts for your clubs, but Jeewon more than the others tried to make sure they thanked you in their own way, after several rejections you finally agreed to take care of your new kittens and the young females gave themselves up to you, their new "daddy".

I stretch my arms out in front of me and cradle Jeewon's breasts in the palms of my hands, savouring the weight of the firm flesh and the sucking sensation of her skin, kneading the swell of her ample breasts, "Please, please enjoy yourself, play with my breasts, my body belongs to you! Make it your toy as much as you like! 

 "Even if you don't tell me to!" I bury my fingers deep into Jeewon's breasts and knead them vigorously.

"I can feel it! My whole body feels so good～!, More on my breasts and pussy please"

As you continue to move your hips, Jeewon writhes provocatively with her body, the complex twist adding to the up and down movement of the vagina that handles your cock. A different kind of pleasure than before is given to the erect meat stick: 

"Ugggh... Damn, that's amazing...! Jeewon"

Jeewon's hip movements get bigger and bigger, the shaft that goes in and out of her body is covered with her cloudy real juice. It's like she's getting excited by lowering herself. Jeewon screams and cries with such abandon that until recently you wouldn't have thought she was a virgin.

"You can enjoy this already! What a slutty cunt you have!"

You can feel your cock growing harder as your excitement takes over. You continue to pound Jeewon's depths with your tip, pushing it hard into her.

"Oh God! Oh good!♥ Whyyyy!?Why does it feel so damn good daddy"! Forced by you to enjoy being rammed into her cervix, the pleasure in her voice is mixed with sheer confusion as she continues to moan without pause.

The entrance to her womb swells and puffs under the relentless assault of your cock. You continue to push, grinding your hips to make sure she feels it all. You had barely touched her but Jeewon's nipples were already hard and erect. It was likely that every inch of her body was capable of giving you sexual pleasure at this point. Still stroking her tits with the palm of your hand, you caught her nipples between your index finger and thumb and began to stroke them gently.

"Oh God♥! My whole body feels so good! Every part of my body is going crazy!" 

Drenched in sweat, Jeewon writhes helplessly on top of you, a trickle of saliva running down her chin from her parted lips.

And yet her pussy is still tightly clenched around your cock. It was so good and you could feel your pleasure rising.

"No way! It's getting bigger! Your dick is getting bigger inside me!♥"

Jeewon's pussy began to squeeze your cock so hard it felt like it was being crushed and you knew you couldn't hold back your orgasm much longer. 

You could feel the build-up of pleasure reaching its peak inside you, rising steadily, an urge that could not be held back any longer.

The only question left was where to dump your load of cum.

"Jeewon, I..."

"Go ahead daddy, you can come in, our pussies are yours and I'd be proud to be the first of the gang to receive your children deep inside my cunt." 

Your cock was already throbbing and about to blow its load. You grabbed both of her nipples and twisted hard. Her whole body shook violently and she stopped for a moment. 

You took advantage of this moment of weakness and grabbed her thighs, tightening your grip and jerking her hard on your cock, jamming it all the way inside her for the final frenzied rush.

You don't really want her to be pregnant yet, but you can't stop now, so you continue to thrust with your hips as her soft ass bounces on your crotch. Her body will soon give in to the pleasure and you will be free to fuck her as hard as you want and start thrusting with strength and purpose. 

"It's so fucking good, your pussy feels incredible sweetie!♥" Loud and dirty, her juices splashing everywhere. Jeewon's cries of pure pleasure fill the large room.

Her bubbling wetness foams up around your cock, constantly lubricating it and paving the way for the impending load of cum you are cooking up.

The feel of your sperm splashing against the entrance to her womb pushes Jeewon over the edge again, magnificently reigniting her orgasm. Her body throbs and thrashes as she climaxes once more, your cock caught in the epicentre of the quake, squeezed and clenched in her quivering folds, you feel a new surge of cum rising from deep inside you. 

Her howling becomes almost bestial as she climaxes again and again. More and more cum is pumping out of your cock as if you had an endless supply of it. Soon there is no more room for it inside her and it begins to pour out in thick waves. One time was all it took for her body to learn the joys of creampie sex and greedily chase after every orgasm it could get. Jeewon's pussy is still squeezing and clenching in a steady rhythm, persistently sucking on your spent cock.

"You're so good, darling, let me give you some more of that cock you love so much," you say breathlessly, luckily your little blue pills make up for your lack of cardio and you gently pull her hips down, grinding the head of your cock against her over-excited, hypersensitive cervix.

"Ohhh! Nooo!♥ Stop iiit!♥ I'm gonna cum again!♥"

You keep her going for a while longer, teasing her depths and coaxing more orgasms out of her.

"Ahaaa...♥ I'm cummiiing...♥"

Jeewon trembles weakly in your arms, tired from the exhausting orgasms, and after a while she goes almost limp, as if she had fainted... Her luscious, sweaty body falls against yours, her head crashing against your shoulder and her warm breath hitting your skin.

You whisper "That was great baby, you can rest now" as you tuck her hair behind her ear and caress her back. The young idol sleeps comfortably on top of you, her two huge tits pressed against you, which doesn't leave your huge cock indifferent. Determined to end your day with your cock pampered by the walls of Jeewon, you cover her with your shirt and jacket, place them on her shoulders and get back to work.

As the hours tick by and the paperwork piles up on your desk, all this technology around you doesn't mean you don't still have to deal with your important documents the old-fashioned way, but when you're done, you type quietly at your keyboard, going over the latest figures for this year and next. Your business is flourishing like never before, with all the positive figures and upward curves on your monitor, but nothing is perfect and certain problems remain like thorns under your feet.

You're no novice when it comes to investing. As soon as your company started to show good results some twenty years ago, you started putting your money not into companies, but into people in the entertainment business, like Jeewon and her group. And today you have a meeting with your very first investment, a former princess turned nasty bramble.

But first you have to wake up your new princess, you look at her for a moment, a smile on your face, unable to suppress the tenderness welling up inside you. Her hair falls over your shoulder and from time to time she whispers something in her sleep. She's peaceful, completely at your mercy, as if she knows you're watching, that you're there to support her.

"Hey, sweetie," you whisper softly as you stroke her hair, "nap time's over.

She moves slightly, her eyes still closed, her little face wrinkled with sleep against your chest.

"Hmm... Daddy," she mumbles, barely audible, without really waking up.

You smile affectionately and place a light kiss on her forehead.

"Daddy wants you to wake up."

She opens one eye, then the other, her little arms wrapped lazily around your neck.

"But I want to stay here, Daddy... just a little longer"

Even though she's your favourite little girl, you don't like to be made to repeat yourself, so you change your tune.

"I'm going to count to three..."

Jeewon doesn't move and you feel her pussy clamping down on you, she knows exactly what's happening and she's just waiting for you to punish her, so without even going through 1 and 2, you lift her up and slam her down on your desk to give her a single hip thrust that pierces her uterus, your tip spilling all your sperm back into your personal baby dump...

After hours of exploring and shaping her cunt, your cock finally emerges from Jeewon's pussy, the poor idol, who has just woken up, makes a satisfied face and while still lying on your desk, brings her hand up to her freshly filled hole to collect your sperm and put it in her mouth.

"Wow... look... my pussy is overflowing with your kids. But you didn't have to throw me on your desk like that, my back hurts".

You smile stupidly as you think back to the way you threw her, "Sorry babe, but you kind of pissed me off. Get dressed and get out of here, I've got an important meeting".

"I think a day at the spa for me and the girls will be enough to make it up to you. Who knows, after we've been massaged on the outside we might need someone to scratch our insides", Jeewon replies, spreading her pussy with her fingers to let out your cum, which stains the carpet.

The idea of having another orgy with the girls of Cignature does not displease you, you imagine them naked, simply dressed in white bathrobes, their voluptuous bodies freshly massaged and free of any tension, their tits ready to be devoured, not forgetting their fertile little cunts that will come in turn to milk your cock. But there is also one of them in front of you with her legs spread and determined to make you postpone your meeting.

"Are we having perverted thoughts, Dad? Is it my little pussy doing this to you, or is it coming to fuck us in the dormitory that turns you on?"

Without even answering, your body betrays you as your cock hits your own stomach and a raging erection erupts inside you.

"Oh my little rascal, just wait," you place your cock on her clit and rub it as you pick up the phone on your desk to make a call.

"It's me, tell her I'll be 20 minutes late..., no...., make it 30, thanks" You quickly hang up before taking your clothes off, this time you're going to show this little cunt how to take your cock properly.

You put your tip against her pussy and start to push it in, then stop.

"What do you say to your daddy, darling?"

"Please come," she says, opening her arms and waiting for you to join her in a loving kiss.

"But what else?" You push yourself inside her, your cock moving forward with ease, lubricated by her wetness and your sperm still inside her.

"My little pussy needs to feel her daddy's love, come and pamper the baby oven that belongs to you, come and play with my two huge milkers before your child takes possession of them."

And in your great kindness, you thrust into her as she wishes, your cock hitting her womb with full force and your lips crushing against hers to give your little princess all the attention and love she deserves.

In the 30 minutes that follow, you abandon yourself in her, in a relationship that goes beyond the framework of an employer and an employee, money and power have brought you together and since a love story between pleasure and passion that burns, your big cock and her little cunt a real slimy love story.

Later that evening:

You and Jeewon had gone way past the scheduled time and the idol had gone home by nightfall. Your repeated phone calls to reschedule your appointment had often been interrupted by Jeewon's moaning, which even through the thick walls of your office, she was unable to silence. You had no doubt that she had woken more than one colleague.

On your phone you see a huge list of notifications, all from the same conversation, that of the Cignature girls, even before reading the avalanche of messages, you go back to the source of this madness to see a video Jeewon sent a few minutes ago, her phone seems to be resting on a piece of furniture next to the toilet and you see the young woman sitting naked on the toilet:

"Girls, look at the presents daddy gave me this afternoon," she says, showing her neck filled with clearly visible hickeys, her breasts still bearing the marks of your fingers and her aureola bright red with teeth marks. Then she takes the phone in her hand, as if to take a selfie, and points it at her crotch, which she spreads to show her pussy dripping with sperm, which is slowly dripping into the toilet.

"You see the marker pen lines on the bottom of my tummy, daddy made them every time he dumped his nasty cum in my sweet cunt, daddy I'm sorry I didn't say anything but my pussy is terribly fertile today so with all you've pumped into me I think I'm going to end up pregnant ....", the idol finishes her sentence before laughing. "I took Chloe's pills from her room, she doesn't need them anymore anyway, look, I'll make sure you can still fill me up as much as you want," the young woman dips the pill into the cum dripping from her slit and swallows it in one go before sticking out her tongue and concluding the video.

Well aware of the mess that is about to fall on you, you scroll slowly to read the conversations between the girls, at first they seem to be shocked by what they have just seen, but quickly their minds of little hottie start and engage in a battle to know who has the most lovely mouth, the most beautiful breasts and the most stunning pussy, for the pleasure of your eyes, the girls begin to send photos of their assets as proof, Each girl brags about her sexual prowess and starts to create categories such as who can go the longest without coming on your cock, who will be the last to get pregnant without contraception, who will make you come the fastest with her mouth, a real award ceremony is organised between the girls and then, as a good and terrible leader, Jeewon suggests that the girls let you decide who deserves what the next time you visit them.

You put your phone down, afraid you won't be able to resist going now, and go home more agitated than ever.

[fillinforlater]

Fresh, Right from the Source

Male Reader x Kim Jiwon (Jeewon - cignature)

Length: 1614 words

Tags: BDSM, tit play, tied up, blindfolded, tit slapping, lactation, lactation kink, submissive, hardcore face fuck, heavy gags, tears, a bit of brattiness and degradation, drinking milk and cream, jerking off, kinky_girlfriend!Jeewon

TW: lactation, very rough face fuck

Inspiration: the ideas, pics and inspirational links (ahem) send by @worldsover.

Credit: @worldsover for an amazing request!

(A/N: an idol I knew very little about before I got introduced to her. Now, it's hard to over look her and her huge... just take a look, will ya?)

“Shiiit.”

Jeewon loves to drag the ‘i’ in this obscene word. Usually, she lays a lot of emphasis on the ‘t’ as well, but your mouth has her breathless tonight. Jeewon tenses up, her back arching impressively, but the restraints around her wrists securely keep her at the wall. Good job by you, buying this new eyelet to keep the burning red handcuffs up above Jeewon’s disheveled hair. 

Twirl your tongue around the dark nipple to tease her. Take a look up to check if the blindfold is still in its proper place. Your girlfriend bites her lower lip, face sweaty and in constant tremble by the bursts of pain and pleasure you send into her body. What a shame, you wish to hear her moan more. A pinch will do.

“Ah, Sir!”

“Hurts?”

“No, no, not at all. Feels great.”

Lean into her and breathe on her collar. Soft hums and those girly moans of bliss reach your ear. Jeewon has this tendency to pant cutely after you disconnect your fingers from her nipple, so you leave them unoccupied. They stand proudly, so perfectly atop her large melons.

“You look very good tonight, baby,” you whisper at her face and she shudders. “Very full as well.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Jeewon responds shyly, her stretched out feet twitching as you massage down from her thighs, to her calves and soles. It’s not the first night she sits at this wall yet there is still something thrilling for her. Brand new blindfolds rid her of any sight, any way of knowing where your hand, mouth and cock will go next. You feel the excitement in her body every time you lay a hand on her. 

“Your legs shake so much,” you blow on her ear. “It’s like I already fucked your ass. Guess you were right about these blindfolds.”

“Shiiit, ah!”

Slap her tummy. No way she can see these coming and you absolutely love it. Jeewon gets off on not knowing what's next, you get off on doing it and seeing, hearing, feeling her reaction. You have certain things planned and are totally willing to take it slow to watch Jeewon crumble and release every single liquid her body can produce.

You cup her breasts and rub your palms over her sensitive nipples, while kneeling in a way that presses your rigid cock on one of her thighs. Jeewon’s jaw drops before she releases a single, booming moan. Her thighs flex, giving tiny bits of friction to your shaft. Lean close to her sweaty face, breathe in her scent and make her wait for your whisper.

“These bags are about to burst.” Amplify your point by squeezing down with your entire hand. Jeewon giggles.

“Sir, I think you might burst too.”

“Fair point,” you acknowledge and suddenly bite down on her lower lip. “But not before you.”

Change your position. Your balls are right on Jeewon’s chin and you drag them from one end of her wide grin to the other, always making sure to keep the main attraction away from her. Jeewon puckers her lips and tries to secretly stick out her tongue to get some of your taste. Too bad that you immediately notice. Slap her rosy cheeks with your cock.

“I like your eagerness,” you nonchalantly say and drag your tip all over her face, “but you still have to wait a bit longer.”

“Sir, how much lo—”

The moment Jeewon opens her lips to speak, you slide your phallus into her mouth and begin to thrust. With your hands firmly placed on each side of her head, Jeewon’s face becomes a cheap fleshlight used only for a quick, loveless release. It’s not the first time for you to do this, but she certainly did not see this coming. Her gags and gurgles are loud and violent, dangerous, to the point where she might actually—

Pull out and tilt her head to the side. The young girl gasps and coughs, but luckily only saliva comes from her mouth. Remind yourself that her gag reflex is strong and, to your dismay, can fulfill its job. You wait for Jeewon to finish coughing.

“Color?” you ask casually.

“Green, Sir.”

Jeewon tilts her head upwards, not to look at you (after all, the blindfold is still blocking her sight), but to signal that she is ready to take you again—and you give it to her again. Longer, harder, faster strokes into her oral cavity. Jeewon is crying underneath the restraint, her hands show the natural reaction to fight back your rough treatment of her throat. She pulls at the chains, they clatter and rattle, but keep her hands at bay. There is no way to escape your will.

Jeewon fucking loves it.

Your sack firmly slaps her chin, your base is all too familiar with her puckered lips, and your cockhead probes to depths you’ve never felt before. All the training has been worth it. Jeewon can take each of your merciless thrusts like a champ. 

"Great, fucking great," you groan, hands on Jeewon's wrists, hips in an uncontrollable frenzy. “But aren’t you a bit lazy? Use your tongue, Jeewon.”

Apologetic gags mix with the continuous splashing sounds of seemingly endless saliva. Jeewon finally starts to wrap her long, wet muscle around your shaft. She knows exactly where you’re the most sensitive and how you like to feel the texture of her tongue. You slower the face fucking to relish in the well-known pleasure. 

Unshackle the girl from the restraints and let her arms drop to the floor while your cock still remains in her sore mouth. At this point you need to pull out, or she will suck your soul out. With a pop you pull out and watch Jeewon cough and search for air. Strings of her spit and your precum connect the submissive girl to her favorite popsicle. 

“Good job, baby!” you praise Jeewon. A gentle hand pats her head and then moves down to her shoulders.

“Thank you, Sir,” she responds with a smile and reaches for her blindfold to remove it.

“Wait, we’re not done yet,” you interrupt her and suddenly squeeze her tits. “There is still something I need for you. Call it an extra meal.”

Jeewon gives you a beautiful, meekly smile, totally inappropriate for the dirty things you’re doing to her. It’s just the kind of girl she is; pure face, helpful and kind towards everyone, but on the inside she’s a willing, sex craving, kinky whore—it’s a cliche, isn’t it? 

You massage Jeewon’s breasts with every phalanx of your strong fingers, hit them like you would with the keys of a piano. But no matter how expensive a piano may be, it cannot produce a music as amazing as Jeewon’s fucked lips. Needy moans, babbled because her tongue hangs out. Hit the keys harder now and put emphasis on the special black, or in this case pink keys. 

Each time you roll your digit over Jeewon’s nipples she trembles, her knees digging deeper into the mat below. Judging from the way her breasts swell, Jeewon will release her milk in a matter of seconds. Quickly reach for a bowl to place it below her utters. 

“Sir, I—

“Oh, shiiiiit, ah!”

Precise pinches on her nipple, then you squeeze. Jeewon starts to lactate, the milk from her sensitive tits sprays into the bowl and all over the mat-covered floor. You continue to pull and rub the nubs and even more of the white liquid is ejected violently. Jeewon throws her head back, the eyelet not able to withstand her writes and arches. 

“Shiiit, Sir, th-there is so, so much,” she screams when you squeeze out the final droplets. The sight makes your cock twitch, it’s ready to burst and Jeewon, for the first time all night, can see it.

“Do you want some cream with your meal?” you playfully ask Jeewon, the bowl in one hand, your cock in the other. Her teary, scintillating eyes follow the bowl as you sway it right before her eyes.

“Please, Sir,” she begs and crouches further down, “Give me some delicious cream.”

Jerk yourself off like a madman while Jeewon starts to lap up the thin layer of her self-produced milk like a thirsty kitten. In the final moments, you point your tip down and release another white liquid into the bowl and over Jeewon's cheek. She giggles and scoops up the remnants of your misfiring with a finger, before adding it to her milk. A satisfied hum leaves her eagerly drinking mouth.

"Baby, why—" you try to catch your breath while Jeewon tries her best to make it impossible to do so by fluttering her eyes during impossibly hearty moans. "Fuck, why are you so fucking lustful?"

Jeewon puts down the bowl and sits back to the wall, ready to be tied up again, ready to feel the shackles again, ready to show you her devotion.

"Sir, you call me lustful, just because my body is healthy and functioning? Isn't it normal for a woman to produce milk in her breasts?"

She puts her hands over her head, you the chains on them. You gently tug her hair behind her ear before nibbling her lobe. A hand snakes down from her throat, over her enormous tits, down her toned midriff—just to dip your fingers right into her pussy.

"Be honest baby, you produce so much milk, you're basically a cow." 

"Moo~" Jeewon moans into your ear. Make sure to punish her for that. And for the filthy laugh that follows. And for the fact that her pussy sucks three fingers in with ease.

Just punish her, will ya?

[anonymousicecream]

Kinktober Masterlist

Day 1: Your Loss (Sullyoon & Karina x M Reader) [Cheating Kink]

Day 2: Free Use (Julie x M Reader)

Day 3: Jealous Sex (Danielle x M Reader)

Day 4: Voyeurism (Mina x M Reader)

Day 5: Toilet Sex (Joy x M Reader)

Day 6: Edging (Rei x M Reader)

Day 7: Mile High Club (Ryujin x M Reader)

Day 8: Office Sex (Winter x M Reader)

Day 9: Public Sex in a park (Wonyoung x M Reader)

Day 10: Boat Sex (Jennie x M Reader)

Day 11: Sex Tape (Yeji x M Reader)

Day 12: Car Sex (Miyeon x M Reader)

Day 13: Drunk Sex (Yuna x M Reader)

Day 14: Livestream Sex (Chaewon x M Reader)

Day 15: Daddy Kink (Ningning x M Reader)

Day 16: Self Satisfaction (Not Letting the girl cum) + Balcony Sex (Yunjin x M Reader)

Day 17: Public titjob + fingering and handjob (Yeri x M Reader)

Day 18: Impregnation (Kwon Eunbi x M Reader)

Day 19: Masseuse Threesome (Jeewon Cignature & Chaehyun Kep1er x M Reader)

Day 20: Taking anal virginity (Momo x M Reader)

Day 21: Overstimulation (Jihyo x M Reader)

[coldfanbou]

Kinkcember List

Hello, everyone! Listed below will be the kinkcember fics. It will be continuously updated as the days progress. The first smut will come in about 3 hours, so the list will be empty till then.

Day 1: Maids ( G!P JIHYO)

Day 2: Stepcest (JEEWON)

Day 3: Tentacles (JESSI & JENNIE)

Day 4: Breeding (NAYEON)

Day 5: Cheating (IU)

Day 6: Cucking (WINTER X GISELLE)

Day 7: Body Worship (HWASA F READER)

Day 8: Mommy (SAKURA)

Day 9: Gangbang (SOHEE)

Day 10: Impact play/humiliation (EUNHA) F Reader

Day 11: Stepcest (SWAN) Epilogue

Day 12: Netorase (MINA)

Day 13: Agoraphilia (CHAEHYUN)

Day 14: Anal (JULIE)

Day 15: Pregnancy Sex (Choerry)

Day 16: NTR (MOMO & SANA)

Day 17: G!P (RYUJIN X HAN SO HEE)

Day 18: Public Sex (JO YURI)

Day 19: BDSM (SOMI)

Day 20: Massage (SOLAR)

Day 21: Costume (HAYOUNG)

[smutoperator]

Rules, kinks and favorite idols/groups

I've had this blog for a while but finally I'm not busy enough to keep it active. So there are the rules:

Idols must be 18 or older (obviously).

Sex must always be consensual.

Besides rape, I also avoid stuff like scat, vomit and necrophilia.

I don't write G!P smuts. I allow for the use of strap-ons but not actual penises for idols that have vaginas.

I keep note on every request and will select a few if the story fits. All smuts will feature at least one female idol and a male reader.

My favorite fantasies are: anal (my #1), breeding, creampie, dirty talk dom/sub, facefucking, morning sex, poolside sex, public sex, rough sex, spanking and titfucking. As you can see, I'm on the rougher side of the spectrum and my smuts veer into the porny side but can do romantic stuff if asked to.

Now on to the idols.

I have idols spawning from 2nd to 4th generation as my biases, my all time top 10 is, ordered by their groups: AOA Seolhyun, Blackpink Jennie, Dreamcatcher Yoohyeon, Girl's Day Yura, f(x) Krystal, Ive Wonyoung, Iz*one/Soloist Eunbi, SNSD Yuri, Twice Jihyo and Twice Momo (and RV Seulgi but I don't write smuts about her for finding her too cute to lewd).

Here are the idols from each group, order alphabetically, I can write smuts of. Inside their groups, the idols are ordered by my personal preference.

4Minute: Hyuna

Aespa: Karina - Ningning - Winter - Giselle

After School: Nana - Kahi

Alice: Sohee

AOA: Seolhyun - Choa - Hyejeong - Jimin

Apink: Bomi - Hayoung - Eunji - Naeun - Chorong

Berry Good: Johyun

Blackpink: Jennie - Jisoo - Lisa - Rosé

Cherry Bullet: Jiwon

Cignature: Jeewon

CLC: Seungyeon - Yeeun

Dal Shabet: Subin

Dreamcatcher: Yoohyeon - Gahyeon - Handong - SuA - JiU

Exid: Hani - Junghwa

f(x) : Krystal - Victoria

Fromis 9: Saerom - Chaeyoung

Gidle: Soyeon - Shuhua - Minnie - Yuqi - Miyeon

Girl's Day: Yura - Hyeri

Gfriend: Eunha - SinB - Sowon - Yuju - Yerin - Umji

I.O.I: Somi - Doyeon - Sejeong - Jieqiong - Chungha - Mina

Itzy: Yeji - Chaeryeong - Yuna - Ryujin

Ive: Wonyoung - Gaeul - Yujin - Rei - Liz

Iz*one: Eunbi - Wonyoung - Chaewon - Minju - Hyewon - Yujin - Sakura - Yena - Chaeyeon

Kep1er: Xiaoting - Yujin - Hikaru - Chaehyun - Dayeon

Le Sserafim: Kazuha - Chaewon - Yunjin - Sakura

Loona: Heejin - Yeojin - Hyeju - Yves - Haseul - Jinsoul - Kim Lip

Lovelyz: Mijoo

Mamamoo: Solar - Hwasa

Miss A: Suzy - Fei

Momoland: Ahin - Nancy

Newjeans: Danielle - Minji - Hanni

Nine Muses: Kyungri

Nmixx: Sullyoon - Haewon

Oh My Girl: Arin - Yooa - Jiho - Yubin - Mimi - Hyojung - Seunghee

Rainbow: Jaekyung - Hyunyoung

Red Velvet: Joy - Yeri - Irene

Secret: Hyosung

SNSD: Yuri - Yoona - Taeyeon - Seohyun - Sunny - Jessica - Tiffany - Hyoyeon - Sooyoung

Sistar: Soyou - Hyolyn - Bora - Dasom

Stayc: Isa - J - Seeun - Yoon

T-Ara: Hyomin - Jiyeon

Twice: Momo - Jihyo - Sana - Mina - Tzuyu - Dahyun - Nayeon - Jeongyeon - Chaeyoung

Weeekly: Monday - Zoa - Jihan

WJSN: Bona - Cheng Xiao

Wonder Girls: Sunmi

[coldfanbou]

Masterlist

Series List Two Parters Kinktober 2023 Twice Oneshots

ONESHOTS

AESPA

Recording Session (KARINA AND YUNJIN OF LESSERAFIM)

Internship (WINTER)

Afterparty (Giselle)

The First One Is On The House (NINGNING)

Showtime (GISELLE)

AOA

Take Advantage (SEOLHYUN)

BLACKPINK

Succubus Sauna (JENNIE)

Getaway Trip (JENNIE)

Proof (LISA)

CIGNATURE

Affection (JEEWON AND CHOWON OF LIGHTSUM)

GFRIEND/VIVIZ

The Donor (SOWON)

Eunha Love Love Loves You (EUNHA)

Date Night (EUNHA)

Writing Aid (EUNHA Ft. CHAEWON of Le Sserafim)

Trainer’s Delight (UMJI)

The Goddess' Challenge (UMJI)

Leader's Punishment (SOWON AND SINB)

Reward Service (YERIN)

Consummating the Marriage (EUNHA)

After Work (SINB)

Easy Way Out (EUNHA) GP reader

Relaxation (SOWON)

Merry Christmas (EUNHA)

Celebration (EUNHA Quickie)

Serving You (SINB Quickie)

Can't Hold Back (UMJI)

Happy To Be Back (SOWON)

Be Sure Of It (EUNHA)

Halloween Havoc (VIVIZ)

(G) IDLE

Birthday Gift (MINNIE)

H1-KEY

Delinquent (YEL)

ITZY

Squeaky Clean (CHAERYEONG)

Heavenly Time (CHAERYEONG)

Boyfriend Thief (CHAERYEONG)

A Bad Student's Lesson (YUNA)

Lock Up (RYUJIN)

Plaything (YUNA x GP ITZY)

See-through (CHAERYEONG)

Salewoman (YUNA)

In Plain Sight (CHAERYEONG)

IVE

Sour and Sweet (GAEUL and YUJIN)

Confessing (WONYOUNG)

Izone

The Gift of Cucking (MINJU)

KEP1ER

Management Skills (XIAOTING and CHAEHYUN)

KISS OF LIFE

After Shoot Pleasure (NATTY)

Full Body Relaxation (Julie X G!P Members & Mreader)

Releasing Tension (JULIE)

Finding The Right One (NATTY & JULIE)

Showing Some Skin (NATTY)

Le Sserafim

A Different Kind of Workout (SAKURA)

Performance Boost (YUNJIN)

Two Faced (KAZUHA)

LOONA

Sidestreets (JINSOUL)

MAMAMOO

The Assistant (SOLAR)

Made For One (GP HWASA)

New Jeans

It Started As A Rental (HANNI)

New Hunger (HANNI)

OH MY GIRL

Driving Her Crazy

RED VELVET

Drained (SEULGI ft JIHEON and SOYEON)

ROCKET PUNCH

Unending Praise (YUNKYOUNG)

STAYC

Personality Switch (ISA)

Competition (SEEUN AND HAYOUNG OF FROMIS9)

WEEEKLY

Hard Interruption to a Game (MONDAY)

Rought Treatments (JIHAN)

SOLOISTS

Just A little Crazy (HYUNA)

Dressing Up For Darling (GP SUNMI)

It Wasn't Supposed To Be Like This (IU)

Time Off Needed (SOMI)

SNSD

A Bet (TIFFANY)

WOOAH

Getting Bold (NANA)

ELRIS/ALICE

Workout Partner (SOHEE)

Breeding Bull (SOHEE)

Multiple Idols

Sexual Education (CHAERYEONG, CHAEYOUNG, EUNHA, MONDAY)

Dream Day (CHAERYEONG, YUNA, EUNBI, JIHYO, SWAN, DAYEON, EUNHA)

Banding Together (HYUN-JUNG ROLLING QUARTZ, MAGENTA QWER)

Wild Night (EUNHA, SOMI, UMJI)

Fluff

New Year's Eve (CHUU)