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leafostuff · 3 months ago

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Messes in Distress [Ft. Weeekly Jihan and Zoa]

Tags: BFH, 'Besties'!Zoa&Jihan, No plot all horny, Threesome, Double thigh riding, Double boobjob, Blowjob, Dirty talk, Fingering, Surprise Creampie, Anal, Pussy licking/eating, Mutual orgasm. no beta we die like man

Author's Note: as my august release i have to say: this is the filthiest fic I have ever written, throughout the entire writing process (which only took me two days) I have constantly felt both horny for those two gorgeous girls, but also inspired to keep writing and not stopping at anything.

as its also quite apperant, this is my first ever threesome smut, which I had tons of fun to write, so I do hope you will enjoy reading this fic that I worked very hard on.

PS: yes this was the post that I quickly deleted and responded with "YALL SAW NOTHING", my hand slipped on the post note lol

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This party never looked as colourful and vibrant as it is right now.

Or maybe its just the rave lights Jeonghoon, your best friend installed for his house party. After all of the finals you had to suffer this semester, a proper party is really what you needed, especially in such a big house like his which has more than enough space to party just in the backyard.

But back to what you were saying, there is so much for you to see from you view at the barstool chair. From the football players swimming inside, the cheerleaders eyeing them from the other edge of the pool, probably gossiping about the latest drama or whatnot, some frat boys drinking their 7th shot of the night while dancing to the DJ's (yeah your friend also hired a DJ for the party) music like there is no tommorow, and while some may look at this and call it anarchy, you find it quite enjoyable looking at it.

Then you see them

Two girls, one blondie, the other black haired, neither you have seen before (maybe you seen the blonde one in your 2 am walks back to your dorm, fetching groceries? Eh you don't really know), both of them wearing white tops that expose their bellies and denim blue jeans, both tailored to show their curves from head to toe.

They both look happy, eyes closed while both their bodies sensually move to the rhythm of the music. It's hard not to shift your focus to them, the way their bodies stand closer than usual while they look into each other ,how they lean their faces closer, engaging in a short kiss, or how-

Realize that the black haired girl caught your eyes, the blonde girl joins her, both smiling while their eyes wander downward.

you are a bit puzzled until you look down and realize; your pants now form a visible tent. You try to look away but its too late.

the two girls now exchange a look between each other before leaving the dance floor and heading toward you, their smiles are those of good girls, however you could feel their intentions are anything but.

Eventually they both stand in front of you, meanwhile

"You are Jeonghoon's friend, right?" The blonde asks, her voice softer than you thought.

"Uhhh...yeah? Why?"

"Great" the black haired girl joins the conversation. "We need a favor" she adds, her smile is even brighter than before.

"Sure" you answer, a bit confused "What favor you two need?"

They both grin widely before the blonde speaks again. "A BIG favour..." You could feel her fingers travel upward across your left thigh.

Meanwhile her friend leans her face to your right ear while her fingers mimic her friend's movement but on your right thigh and then her hand finds itself on your currently hard clothed member.

"A favour...only YOU can help us with..." She whispers in your ear.

Take a look at the two girls again, they are even prettier from close as each feature that you saw back then is now presented to you at high definition. From their silky and smooth hair, eyes that look like trouble but you are still in place as if you are frozen and their chests that look a size bigger than what you thought they were.

Their smiles which you could swear you could see them licking their lips.

Their soft, luscious looking red coloured lips that are oh so inviting...

You are not sure if the alcohol is talking right now but honestly, you don't care anymore. "Sure, I don't mind helping you two with your...favor".

The girls' smiles grow wider as you stand up from the barstool, take each one's hand and lead them inside the house and upstairs, thank god everyone else is outside.

"i never really got you two’s name" you said, navigating through the halls of the 2nd floor until eventually you find the door to Jeonghoon's room, but just as your hand gets close to the knob the two girls pin you to the wall, the black haired girl attached her mouth to your neck, alternating between licks, kisses and bites causing you to moan lightly.

Meanwhile the blonde puts her lips on you, engaging in a steamy makeout session while her tongue grazed against your teeth, as if asking for access to your mouth which you humbly accept. It's hypnotic how her sweet lips feel on yours, how her tongue explores inside your mouth, how as soon as she finds your own she initiates a sensual dance of tongues causing both of you to quietly moan.

You both eventually part lips, gasping for air, take a look at one you just kissed, her blonde hair now looks messier than it was when you first met her.

"heh...that was good" she speaks between pants, "anyways, i am Jihyo, and the one who is opening your jeans down there is Hyewon" look down, she already finished popping the last button, leaving you only in briefs.

"Well what are we waiting for, lets get inside" you say, the two girls giggle cutely while you open the room.

in the middle of the room is a king sized bed, big enough to have the three of you on it with pillows on the gar edge of the bed. The two girls lightly push you into the bed before joining you as each one straddles herself on each thigh of yours while their hands work together to take your shirt off your body, throwing it somewhere.

Now the three of you are in a loop.

Starting with Hyewon capturing your lips with hers while her hands rest on the left side on your chest l, admiring both your chest and abs. At the same time Jihyo latches her lips on the right side of your neck, delivering kisses from your shoulder all the way to your earlobe, there eliciting an audible moan directly to your ear before going back to her masterful attack of your neck, meanwhile her left hand wraps around your cock, rubbing it up and down in an attempt to get you harder as fast as possible.

Both of them also start to move their bodies back and forth on each of your thigh, letting you feel their friction getting you closer and closer to your first orgasm.

Suddenly, a switch; now Hyewon does Jihyo's job and vice versa, during those loops, your hands go each one to another girl, appreciating their bodies from their soft bellies all the way to their slander backs, then groping one breast of each girl causing both to gasp in surprise.

Eventually after enough back and forth of them pleasuring you, it gets harder for them to continue rubbing your cock as now they leave your lap, with both of their hands on the hem of your boxers. With perfect timing they pull it down, letting your cock pop out of your cock prison, leaving you the first one being fully naked.

"Wow...unnie, its so big" Hyewon says, looking at your member that is covered with some of your precum with excitement,

"Yes baby...he is so big, and all of it...for us" Jihyo responds, leaning into her friend's lips and pecks her lips lightly.

"I do think its a bit unfair i am the only one naked here" you mention the inequality.

"you are right Oppa" Hyewon replies, "i saw you staring at our tits, when we danced outside" she adds, leaving jihyo with a pretend surprise face.

"Is that so baby..." she questions her best friend before turning her eyes to you "Would you like to fuck them first?" the question might as well be rethoric as without any doubt you say.

"I would gladly want that"

"Then let us get started" Jihyo exclaims, letting you inch your body toward the edge of the bed. Meanwhile she goes behind Hyewon, hands grabbing the hem of her best friend's top, slowly pulling in an attempt to tease you slowly about each part of Hyewon's ample breasts, covered in a lacy purple bra until finally the top is completely off causing her tits to slightly bounce at the recoil, the piece of clothing is thrown at one of the pillows.

Now it's Jihyo's turn to discard her top, this time without any teasing, knowing you can't wait anymore for the show to begin as now she joined her friend being topless, only with a black bra as the wall between your eyes and her nipples.

back at Hyewon, she is now popping each button of her jeans while looking straight at your eyes, biting her lip in arousal and winking to you. Look down and see that her matching purple panties have a wet spot in the middle, making it clear to you that she is excited, and that she is waiting.

And she is not the only one as Jihyo also started quickly working on her own jeans, exposing her black panties and leaving the two girls only with their underwear, both their eyes and panties glistening in what can only be described as excitement.

It's sinful how they are both looking at your cock lustfully like it's their favorite meal waiting to be devoured, how they both kneel down to each side of your thigh while their face get closer to their prized possession.

How they both look at you with innocent eyes one last time before defying it forever.

The scene beneath you is filthy; two girls, both equally as gorgeous and sexy, engaging in a full on makeout session, loudly exchanging saliva with the tip of your cock in between receiving the leftovers. Both of their busts envelop the base, moving up and down, left and right in the rhythm of the kiss, even your balls are not left unsatisfied as both their underboobs take care of that part.

"Fuck...girls..." you mutter, only a minute passed and you are already in a haze, looking at the white ceiling, gripping the sheets of the bed to try and gain some semblance of control. You can't help yourself as you release an audible moan, making sure they know how good they make you feel.

"Unnie...I'm getting wet..." The black haired girl whined, pulling away from Jihyo's lips with an audible 'pop', panting to catch her breath before leaning back into the kiss

"me too baby," she breathily mumbles between kisses. "just a couple more seconds, i can feel him getting close ...".

eventually the first round of the white liquid came out, glazing both of their lips and tongues however they dont stop, even when some of your cum falls inside their mouth they continue, mixing both of their saliva with your cum, making both of their face messier by the second.

More cum erupts from your cock, painting the two girl's faces, some even get on their bras as you can feel yourself relieved with each string you shoot, soon enough the two girls release from their makeout session and rise up to sit on the edge of the bed, finally letting your cock rest, but not for long.

"Oh…you are still hard Oppa..." Hyewon exclaimed, cleaning some of your cum on her face before slightly pushing you closer to the middle of the bed, her previously innocent looking smile now has changed into a slutty grin.

“Let me help you”

You don't even need words to show you agree as now hyewon hands go behind her back, letting an audible click be heard as her bra falls onto the bed, giving you a front view of her now hardened nipples.

Jihyo, seeing what her bestie is planning, quickly unclasped her bra as well and throwing it somewhere. Then they both, at the same time take their hands to their panties, quickly lowering them down their thighs, to their legs and then out of their bodies, finally joining you in being fully naked

Just the sight of the two girls' boobs being shown to you in their full glory and the way both of their neatly shaven pussies are leaking is enough to get your throat dry, unable to mutter a single word and only stare at them in awe.

Then, their second round of pleasure begins

Hyewon now leans down toward your shaft, letting her slender finger pump you one last time before her luscious lips envelope around the tip of your cock.

Her first slurp is enough to get you to moan loudly and move your head back in pleasure, then she starts moving her lips up and down at a steady pace, making sure every movement is audible with slurps, licks and everything in between. It's even worse when you see how her deer-like eyes stare directly into yours.

You are surprised to see how big her mouth is, as even though a lot of your cock is inside her mouth, she is still able to take more. Eventually your tip reaches the back of her throat, now deepthroating you

“She is taking you sooo well, isn't she?” You didn't notice when Jihyo snaked behind you, her tits on your back while her hands glide around your pecs. her cloudy lips delivering sweet pecks to your neck and ear as only after processing all of the senses that she delivers you manage to get a small nod and mumble a small “ngh”

She cutely laughs at your attempt at her response. “I bet her lips feel so sweet on your big, thick cock” she whispers directly into your left ear, not expecting a seemingly sweet, adorable girl like her to speak such filth but for some reason, it excites you.

“I can't wait for you to fill both of our good girls holes with your thick, warm and sticky cum, letting you fuck us like your little slu-OH FUCK” but enough is enough as you finally lose your temper, silencing Jihyo by pushing your two left fingers into her wet pussy, your right hand starts groping one of her boobs while your lips connect with her own.

you three are now a mess.

You have Hyewon, her mouth fully coating your hardened shaft with saliva while her hands work diligently to massage your balls and inner thighs. Her eyes aroused by seeing you, fingering and groping her best friend to the points she stop messaging you with her right hand to finger herself to not leave herself out of the pleasure.

You have Jihyo, her eyes closed shut, lost in the sheer amount of pleasure she receives and gives to you, each time your lips leaves her for attacking her neck she shouts a symphony of moans, but not for long before you continue to kiss her again

And then there’s you, feeling like the star of a porn video with two incredibly hot girls. Which you have never met before and now they are naked, hungry for your cock while you fuck them in various ways.

The only way you can describe this moment the three of you are sharing at the moment is heaven in hell.

“I AM SO CLOSE OPPA,” Jihyo shouts into the air, feeling her climax getting closer with each passing second. Yours is also not so far behind, as the suction of Hyewon's lips is driving you crazy.

However just as you were about to release your load into her throat, Hyewon swiftly lets her mouth out of your cock without any gag, she rises from her prone position and hovering closely above your cock, before quickly saying.

“I'm safe”

“Huh? What are you-OH FUCK” You dont have time to react as the deer-eyed slut impales her slick yet tight pussy directly on your dick, you could swear you see tears in her eyes from the pain she is feeling but its quickly replaced with tears of joy, signaling you that she wants this.

“UGHHH, YES” She curses loudly after the first explosion of cum erupts inside her. Then quickly comes the second, the third and even the forth, each pump gets Hyewon to a level of ecstasy she never felt before as she rolls her eyes backwards and lets her tongue hang out of her mouth while her orgasm flows onto the base of your dick.

At the same time your fingers also get coated by Jihyo's own fluids, moaning unintelligible words but it was clear that she was enjoying every second of her high. Eventually your mutual orgasm comes to an end, as you all fall into the bed, both girls on different sides while you are in between them.

For a moment the surrounding goes silent. No club music from outside the house, no chatter from drunk university students, the only sounds the three of can comprehend are each other’s synced up breathing, attempting to recover from your lust-filled haze. Finally, Hyewon gathers enough strength to talk.

“Oppa…are you…done” a breathy question came from her mouth as for the first time tonight, her eyes looked at yours with pure innocence.

You can't help but giggle at her question and lean forward to peck her lips. “I think with sexy you two are…i dont think i will ever be done” you respond.

“Oh, That's great to hear Oppa…” Jihyo interrupted your small talk with her friend. Take a look at her, her hair messy and ruffled, her entire body filled with a mixture of sweat and cum.

“Because…i haven't got your cum inside me yet…” she adds, her hands now go to her hair, smoothing it from any random strands and then parting it in the middle, creating two symmetrical ponytails from each side of her head.

“But…” another pause as she turns herself face down, letting herself gain control as she raises her body up while keeping her arms and knees on the mattress, her soft and curvy ass pointed up and directly at you before saying.

“I want it in my ass”

And just like that, you could feel yourself getting hard at the view, it's not hard to see how Jihyo's pussy is still wet and is leaking on the sheets, telling you that she is ready for her turn, but before you cave in to her request, her eyes turn toward Hyewon.

“Baby…i want to eat you out, i bet Oppa’s cum tastes as sweet as i think…” She gestures to her best friend, quickly Hyewon shifts in front of her face, sitting in a way that gives easy access to her pussy for Jihyo.

Realize that Jihyo's two ponytails are your handles, you grab each one with your hand, the blonde girl looks back at you one last time with a wide smile and shining eyes, signaling to you that she is ready for you.

And with that out of the way, you begin.

Starting a chain reaction, you pull both of Jihyo's ponytails and slam your cock deep into her asshole. In response, she elicits a moan but quickly she inches her tongue toward Hyewon’s entrance licking out some of your cum that was left over which causes Her to clamp her soft and meaty thighs around her best friend’s head and join Jihyo with her moans.

“Fuck, unnie…it feels so good” The deer-eyed girl moaned, quickly getting aroused again seeing her best friend eat her out while being pounded by you from behind.

“I know ugh baby…he ugh is so deep inside ugh my ass” Jihyo tries to mumble to her friend in between pounds from you and licks from her. Meanwhile, you are silent, lost in the cloudy haze of pleasure from how tight her ass is, only sometimes releasing a groan.

Eventually you start increasing your pace, and it seems that Jihyo’s enjoys it, mostly by the fact that she also starts moving her butt toward your dick, letting you hear breathy moans such ‘yes’ or ‘more’ while still having the energy to pleasure Hyewon, who was holding her best friend's head close to her pussy in order to get eaten out more often.

As you start feeling yourself getting closer to your ends, you mutter loudly. “Shit girls, I am gonna cum”.

“Load it in her ngh ass Oppa” Hyewon managed to respond, struggling to not vocalize her pleasure. “I bet my cock-slut unnie would love getting filled by your thick cum, just like you did to my pussy” she dirty talks, getting you one step closer to where they both want you.

“YES, PLEASE OPPA” Jihyo loudly moans while turning her face back to you. “CUM INSIDE ME, FILL MY SLUTTY ASS WITH YOUR COCK, AS MUCH AS YOU WANT”.

And then, you finally cave in to their requests as for the final time of the night, your cock shoots one last string of cum into Jihyo's ass, one last Lick of Jihyo's tongue into Hyewon’s Cunt and one time where Hyewon clamps her thighs on Jihyo’s head the three of you moan from the sheer pleasure that overwhelms your bodies and then you all fall into the bed.

Once again the room is quiet, no one dares mutter a word, you all have enough strength to just look at each’s now with tired yet happy eyes.

And in your mind, only one thought pops in your head, and you know that both Hyewon and Jihyo were thinking about the same thing as well.

“Best. Sex. Ever”

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Started writing in 6/8/2024

Finished writing in 7/8/2024

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lady-buggerinton · 6 months ago

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My Top Five Polin Scenes in Part One (and why!)

My darling gossipers, so far this show is making literally all of my hopeless romantic dreams for this couple come true and who knows what kind of angst and drama were in for in part two, so before things gets too real I just wanted to go into (too much) depth on my favorite scenes and a few swoon-worthy details from part one! *whips reigns on carriage* shall we?

5. Drawing Room Lesson/Journal

Pen's brain: TOUCH ALERT! HIS HAND IS ON MY BACK.

This scene is so best friend coded with the way they are bantering and flirting the whole time. There's an adorable contrast between Penelope's fear of being discovered and Colin being like it's chill!(when in fact it is not Chill because they get interrupted after 5 minutes of gazing into each others eyes)

He just clearly wanted to be completely alone and behind closed doors platonically with his very beautiful friend (who looks like an angel in this scene) to pretend they are courting. Nothing suspicious about that!

I love how he's so into the lesson to the point that he has set out the lemonade as a prop and brought her to Bridgerton house in the first place specifically because she said it was where she was most comfortable (previously, but he's doing his best, and probably hoping she will become comfortable again, ouch)

Colin being the "dashing suitor" for her to flirt with (loser) and when she's resistant to fake flirting with him he hits her with the, "you don't have to be embarrassed, you know me!" trying to put her at ease. And he succeeds! Penelope is so comfortable during this scene when she's opening up about how it's hard for her to get her personality across, it's so sweet and honest.

And this is when the ROMANCING really starts, I love how it's Penelope who takes the lead here. mostly by accident, but the poor man is still left in shambles.

I do kind of wish for this scene they had gone with a more back and forth flirting moment, and seen them both get a little taste of how overtly flirting with each other would feel rather than her little poetic moment, but it was sweet to see her expose a corner of her feelings for him and watching him get a tad flustered at the compliment.

Ok, while it was rather uncool of her to read his journal, I love this part so much. Because I am no better, I would 100 percent do this given the chance. Her examining the space where he spends time, her running her hand over his pirate coat, (who wouldn't) the quiet yearning of that action. As a snoop myself, this was wish fulfillment.

Penelope being hit with a confusing mix of jealousy and intrigue by the contents of the journal entry, the way she stops reading for just a second and then gives in and devours his writing, not being able to hold back from getting inside his head. Don't think about how she probably missed his letters.

Colin's anger here is warranted, and I liked how he didn't come across as aggro-angry Colin from the books but is still justifiably upset that his privacy has been violated. He is likely aware that there are certain DETAILS he wouldn't want her to be reading, like how he's a lonely lonely sad little man trying to be rakish and roguish because his beautiful platonic friend isn't writing him back and encouraging him like she usually does.

Can I just mention that bandaging a wound is an excellent trope and it's such a good romancing vehicle: the care, the tenderness, the touching! the GRUMPINESS! But my favorite thing about the wound bandaging is his reaction to her complimenting his work, of which he hasn't shown ANYONE. He's just so shocked that she likes it, and clearly starved for her encouragement/anyone to be interested in his travels.

I think its also worth noting that this is THE moment that Colin thinks back to when he's considering activating his chaos tendencies by rolling up to the red ball to interrupt her proposal, so I'm gonna interpret that as him recalling his first realization/admittance to himself that he has feelings for her beyond friendship.

It wouldn't surprise me since it is after this moment that we see the hints of jealousy start to manifest at the full moon ball (looking for her, asking her if she likes a suitor, he's not subtle with it). Can't blame him, he was just touched with intimacy and care, and told his creative outlet is well-written, he is being ROMANCED to the max and he can't handle it.

We also have our first "please" as Pen asks to help, and as we will see, these two can't say no to each other once the magic word is spoken! I hope this theme makes a comeback in part two (please please please)

4. Market Scene

ok, besides a semi-silly looking wig on Colin (reshoots) this scene is first of all, so beautiful.

SHE IS SO FINE IN THIS SCENE I CAN'T EVEN THINK. She looks like a preraphaelite painting and I'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure.

I literally kept saying "wow" out loud. It actually makes the scene very silly to me because she keeps talking about how she'll never snag a husband and I'm over here on one knee begging for a chance.

If Penelope has been Colin's cheerleader and #1 supporter for their whole friendship, this is where that flips. This scene is all about Pen feeling dejected about her prospects and Colin trying to lift her spirits -basically by saying she doesn't need to work on anything because he already likes her so much without her doing anything but I digress!

There is nothing hotter than your crush talking about a shared memory! Literally nothing! You can see her absolutely light up here when he talks about their first meeting like "I can't believe he remembered" and "Shit, I'm trying to not be in love" and it makes me ache for her.

I am very sad we didn't get a meet cute flashback (hello romcom!!) but this was the next best thing. He's also definitely still in Rake Mode with the way he is being charming and flirty, but there is a core of genuine feeling here as he is trying to get her find her confidence and be more like the non-self conscious children they once were. I believe a lot of the rift between them was directly because she had such strong feelings for him and couldn't just connect with him as friends due to the pedestal she put him on, this scene shows that without that as a barrier, they are able to connect much more naturally.

"Living for the estimation of others is a trap, once you break free the world opens up," he says, and he's starting to realize this idea but hasn't quite put it into practice. I think seeing Penelope struggling to be something she's not, just like he is, shows him how it's not working for either of them. This I think kickstarts his self-reflection and eventual rejection of external pressures later on, leaving him open to pursue other passions.

Ok but what I LOVE most in this scene is his subtle digging for information about her that she isn't forthcoming with. He asks her why she wants a husband and where she feels most comfortable, peppering her with questions and also giving her zero personal space. He's very curious about her and what is going on inside, but she's not exactly open with him at this point, giving short and simple answers.

She's genuinely not used to someone asking her this many questions about herself, receiving this kind of devoted attention, and she clearly doesn't know quite how to respond. In fact, the dynamic has always been reversed, where she was encouraging and inquiring about him, so this switch is just excellent. there have been little moments throughout the series where he asks about her and she always seems to deflect to talking more about him, so it's nice to see this shift.

Also fun detail, the grecian statues behind them are a little nod to the eros and psyche vibes of the scene as cupid is trying to find a match for his psyche, but is slowly beginning to fall for her, his curiosity the first step towards total downfall.

When he asks about Eloise is where Pen just completely shuts down and says she has to leave, and the "before we are noticed" with the little smile? I have fallen in love. She's clearly using that as an excuse to dodge the question, and it is almost an inside joke, sadly. As if she's saying "No one would believe you are courting me anyway haha". And yet he's clearly bummed she's leaving, he was having such a good time, and she leaves him hanging, wanting to know more. I also absolutely love the Rae side eye, lethal!

3. Candy Tent

Post-kiss insanity is on full display here. The way she beckons him with a sexy head tilt and he came running, the way his hands give away his nervousness and his eyes keep locking on her helplessly. Just FULL ON crush mode. The soft "How are you?" he missed her!

Also outfits are incredible here, the pearls in the hair, the painted vest, Colin inventing the color brown, it's a rococo dream. The plushy pink of the tent, the ambiance, everything is just in a word: sumptuous? never used that but it feels right here.

Pen's giddiness here is just adorable, she's experiencing blatant interest for the first time and I couldn't be happier for her. But someone else is very peeved, indeed. He's trying to play the part of supportive friend while also just kind of feeling a lot of "confounding feelings"

The way he is trying to be so casual and attempting to keep up his swagger, but his true feelings are showing through BAD kind of harkens back to how Pen would interact with Colin in s1 and 2, with barely contained affection and hope. The script has been FLIPPED and it feels so good!!

I literally squeal every time he asks her if she's formed an attachment to Debling, this is the shit I signed up for!! Her saying Debling is not "unpleasant to gaze upon" and watching Colin just completely glitch out with jealousy. He's like AND WHAT ABOUT ME! Must be frustrating to be the most eligible bachelor of the season, and yet your very beautiful crush friend is complementing another man on his looks. When your crush expresses interest in someone it can be truly insanity inducing, so I feel for him here.

Pen is oblivious completely, she doesn't think any of what she is saying is negatively affecting him, in fact she thinks this news will make him happy! His lessons worked, she didn't care about being perceived and it is having the desired affect! and yet, he's miserable. Mission accomplished unsuccessfully if you will.

He does ALMOST a good job of hiding his feelings, but if Pen were not completely convinced he couldn't have feelings for her, I think she would've picked up on the vibes here. He's way less enthusiastic about the lessons, and is giving fairly curt responses, when before he was yapping on about being yourself and such.

Then of course the blatant staring at her mouth, being the yearning sort of man he is and likely recalling their kiss in detail, reminder it's been at least a week since. She's romancing him without even trying. It also makes sense for "food motivated" Colin to have Penelope + cake equals critical override of his facial expressions and his literally standing there slack-jawed with lust.

His soft "good luck", when she leaves and the fact that he doesn't mean it AT ALL.

I've seen it talked about, but it makes a lot of sense that Penelope wasn't as affected by the kiss as he was. I'm sure she enjoyed it, but for her the kiss was an end (more on that later) and for him it was the moment he admitted his feelings (which were already growing slowly). so it makes sense the yearning is very colin-sided in this scene.

Apart from the yearning, it's also just sweet to see them in cahoots and discussing this development with Debling like its a little group project, and its the perfect scene to show Down Bad Colin, and I love it. She also clearly wants him to share with her in her success, still wanting to be close to him in any way she can, which if I think about too much I'll cry.

Bonus points for him eating the cake later on, such an intimate detail, he just wants to be close to her in any way he can. CRIMINAL! ARREST HIM!

2. First kiss/Dream Sequence

Ok I'm combining these scenes because they happen back to back and sort of like a mirror of each other, sue me. This first kiss scene is, as Whistledown says, RECKLESS. It's nonsensical, it's desperate, and it's beautiful.

This scene has only improved upon rewatches, it really has everything. Best kiss scene on Bridgerton and possibly in anything ever? no doubt no doubt?

The silly back and forth on the "You're not going to die" and the way she doesn't back down when he seems to get embarrassed, but instead says what? The Magic Word! "Please" she says, which of course is both of their activation word. His expressions here definitely mirror the book, where as soon as she asks him to kiss her, he's a bit taken aback by how much he realizes he wants to already.

This is such a low moment for Penelope, and it's one parts embarrassing and two parts brave of her to ask him to kiss her. In her position, she doesn't even have her pride left, so why not ask the boy you love to kiss you? nothing will come of it anyway, and he probably won't even do it, so why not ask? And what are friends for!

then the moment comes, and the music swells, as does the tension as he closes the distance between them, her shocked face and shallow breaths as she realizes its actually going to happen, the way he lifts her face to his with his hand under her chin. It's just pure romance. and this thing between them, this space that has never been crossed, is being crossed, and it feels insane. reckless. intimate!!

What I love is the shot that focuses on his face after they deepen the kiss, he's intent and confused by how good this feels, how little like kindness this is for him as soon as their lips touch. Like we will see later, he just kind of mind-blanks and forgets what is happening.

Whatever he thought they were has just crumbled with this kiss, and he leans his forehead against hers, no awkwardness when there is such tenderness. which is why he's so shook when she whispers "thank you", and rushes off. he's like "wait why is she thanking me? where am I? weren't we doing something here?" The hopeful strings as it focuses on his dumbstruck face, the earth literally shifting under his feet in that moment. UNREAL.

THE DREAM: I won't say a lot about the dream sequence but I just had to throw it in here because it shows how aligned they are romantically. They are both HUGE romantics, and he has orchestrated this sort of do-over kiss where he's really going for it and proving to her that he wants this too, he wants her. And she's enjoying herself, clearly, which we know is something Colin wants more than anything. It's a great way to show his inner feelings with the lack of an inner monologue that a book brings. And this is clearly a sort of parody of Bridgerton itself, or at least the books. It's over the top, a little silly, and exactly what we all want to see.

This dream also isn't just ripping off clothes, it's emotional, a key element is him expressing how he's been thinking about her, consumed by her. This kiss also isn't as innocent and patient as the first kiss, and it's full of Reciprocation, she can't stop thinking about him either. AND NEITHER CAN I!!!

Both of these kiss scenes also set up our contrasting feelings, where Pen views their first kiss as an end of a dream, a bittersweet act to finally let go off him, the dream of him. And then his dream shows the opposite, how she's ignited something in him that begins his dream of her, awake and asleep. Dream-swap! Also the hand on the wall behind her to catch her from hitting the wall. no comment.

1. Carriage Scene

Yeah like what can I say! It's incredible! I honestly have no idea how they can top this scene, but honestly if this is the best love scene they share in the season I am 10000% content. All of my little qualms with how they did the season melt away when I watch this scene because this was what was crucial to nail and they NAILED IT. TO THE WALL BABY. YAY.

And how did he gain access to the carriage (and Penelope)?? by saying please!! we love the magic word!! I do like the confession a lot, especially the "what if I did have feelings for you?" and the way he gets to his KNEES, a truly inspired moment.

How he completely dies inside when she says they are friends, and still accepts it with grace. There were SO many obstacles to him expressing his feelings to her this night, and he just red rovered each one, and we are all very grateful.

Something about this scene is just built different, I like a lot of the love scenes in the show, but this one has some kind of secret ingredient that we didn't know we'd been missing. Maybe its the location, the context, the way they are just grasping at each other desperately (which if you think about how Penelope thought this was a one time thing in the books and she wanted to make the most of it, actually don't think about that)

He's also just so sweet about it, he's not angry, or insistent, he's just honest and intent. and she's just bewildered and INTO IT.

The lightning is gorgeous, the way it looks like Penelope is catching on fire and glowing. the catharsis, the giving into passion. The way she smiles like her dreams are coming true (because they are) before he just completely attacks her. What else can I say but EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

so many of the kisses are so tender and gentle, and they just build and build and build in intensity as they get lost in each other.

on a more horny note, so many moments here actually make me physically roll my eyes back in my head with how insane they make me. The desperate boob grab, the consensual nod, the way his hand slips under her dress, they were truly so insane for this. something tells me they knew I've waited literal years for this, so they knew they had to make it good.

Someone said Nicola should get an Emmy nom for moans, and she should, somehow they don't come across as cartoonish at all, and it doesn't take me out of the scene like some "noise making" does in these types of scenes. and for the record I'm not jealous at all, of either of them. in fact, no sooner did my head hit the pillow that I was met with complete and total darkness....not even a dream....

Like everything I could say has already been said, but it was so much better than I thought it was going to be, blew my expectations out of the water and DELIVERED. and DEVOURED. and RUINED ME. AND I AM VERY GRATEFUL.

Anyway that's all, I'm very afraid for part two so I needed some escapism, why am I already nostalgic for the good ol' times when Polin was happy for 6 minutes. thanks for reading! <3

#polin #analysis #bridgerton #long post #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #season 3 #spoilers #carriage scene #first kiss #romance

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natailiatulls07 · 5 months ago

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Jules Bianchi x Daughter!reader

Charles Leclerc x little sister!reader

Summary - A little walk to Pascale salon turns into an anxiety attack because of some intrusive fans (I have changed the request slightly, I hope you don't mind x)

Warning - Mention of Jules Bianchi, fans being intrusive, anxiety attack (It's not that descriptive), multiple mentions of being in the public eye/limelight

A/n - Tumblr is being a bit weird rn so I'm gonna try and post this again lol x

Marguerite

Being in the public eye does have its consequences, espercially when your father is considered a formula one legend and your guardian/older brother is a very popular current formula one driver.

One of these consequences is anxiety, it's something Y/n developed from a very young age. Of course she has her coping mechanisms and the people in her inner circle know how to help her.

It was a slow day for Marguerite. She didn't have any classes and she'd have the apartment to herself today. Usually she'd have Tom, her boyfriend, round to hang out but he was busy.

The day started out okay; Y/n had caught up with any unfinished assignments before relaxing in the living room. Rewatching her favourite show and playing with Leo.

Alexandra and Charles were out all day, leaving the dog with the younger girl. Charles had a press event for his ice cream brand, Lec, and Y/n knew that it'd be hard to contact the pair.

Normally Marguerite would join them, but she felt as though she hadn't stopped recently. Between grand prixs, school, social events and travel, she hadn't had a proper break in a long while. Don't get me wrong; she loves her life and she's forever grateful for the privileges, opportunities and things she gets but a girl needs a break ever so often.

Around about half day, she decided that Leo and herself needed some fresh air so Y/n quickly got everything ready. Hooking the lead to Leo's collar, allowing the excited dog to slip through the front door before following in suit.

Marguerite was wearing a basic outfit, no effort at all, just hoping that she wouldn't be recognized. Particularly in Monaco, Y/n is usually seen and recongized.

"Right, let's go Leo.."

The sun shined down on Y/n and Leo as they casually strolled past the harbour, she thought about walking up to Le Quai 28. It had been a long time since she's seen Pascale.

Yeah it was a bit of a walk but that meant less time confined to a stuffy apartment which was needed.

They were half way there when things started to go down hill. The sun had decided to hide behind a grey gloomy cloud. With a soft huff, Marguerite quickened the pace hoping to avoid the impending rain.

But her new pace came to a stop when three girls, alittle bit older than her, came rushing to her. They all had excited and giddy smiles on their faces. It scared her slightly.

"Hey, we love you, Charles, Alexandra! Oh and Leo, like oh my god hi!" Y/n knew they meant well but the continuous squeals and giggle made her slightly uncomfortable. Espercially today, she wasn't feeling social interactions with strangers really.

In her hand Marguerite felt Leo trying to tug on the lead, just like her he was just as uncomfortable.

But it only got worse. The sudden attention on Marguerite caused more people to notice her and Leo. She painted a forced smile to her face, the smile not meeting her eyes - not that anyone really noticed. More people started to crowd around her.

"Can you give me a shoutout on your social media? It would mean the world to me!"

"Y/n! Y/n! Can I have a photo please?"

"What's your favorite memory of Jules? It must be incredible to grow up as his daughter!"

That last comment stung slightly. Y/n loved to honour her late father but sometimes when strangers ask about her childhood with him, it's something she wants to keep for herself.

To her, it felt intrusive. You wouldn’t go up to a random stranger asking about their favourite memory from childhood.

Looking down Marguerite noticed how flustered and unsettled the poor small dog had gotten. Quickly she bent down to pick him up which relaxed him luckily.

"Excuse me, I- I would love to stay, chat and take photos...but I have to be somewhere.." She felt her pulse pick up and her smile fell slight before she was quick to bring the corners of lips up again.

After pushing past the crowd, her quick pace was resumed only this time alittle bit quicker.

Everything had flipped upside down for Marguerite, her anxiety had gone crazy unfortunately.

Tears clouded on her waterline, quick and short intakes of breaths pushed passed her lips. She hadn't put down Leo yet, she wasn't even planning on doing so.

Y/n wanted to call Charles and Alexandra but she knew that she wouldn't get an answer so making a mad dash to Pascale would be her best option.

It didn't take long for the two to arrive at Pascales salon, rushing in as the tears started to fall over a plump cheeks. Heads turned but they all knew her. Pascale was excited to see the young girl and the small dog, however that excitement fell short when she noticed the anxiety attack happening.

She moved towards the teen, taking Marguerite into her arms. Pascale had a slight idea of what had happened. It wasn't the first time.

She spent the next hour calming down Y/n, letting her and Leo relax in the back office. After a while, the older women decided that she'd call Charles to take Marguerite home.

First call…ringtone.

Second call…ringtone.

Third times a charm…ringtone.

Her shoulders slumped at the unsuccessful third attempt, her manicured nails raking through her hair. As much as she loved Marguerite and Leo, Pascale knew this wasn’t the place for her to be in this state - She needed to be home.

“I think you might have to wait here for a little while Marguerite…until Charles or Alexandra pick up..”

Pascale had sympathy for the young girl, growing up in the limelight wasn’t something that came easy to anyone really.

Around about two hours later, Y/n’s phone started to buzz and Charles’ photo filled her screen. She was quick to pick up the phone and answer the call.

“Hi Charlie..”

Her voice was quiet and soft. And little sniffles came from her nose every so often.

On the other side of the call stood Alexandra and Charles back at the apartment, both confused as to where the teenager and the dog had gone.

“Hey Marguerite, where are you? Are you alright?” His voice was filled with concern and confusion. He was glad to hear her voice but it sounded different.

“Y-yeah…I’m with Pascale and Leo at the salon…” Charles watched as Alexandra picks up his keys, they’d meet her at the salon. “Charlie…I had an anxiety attack..”

You see the driver knew of her anxiety, he was similar and they could relate to each other. But it broke him to know that he wasn’t there to help her in a time in need, something he vowed to the late Jules to do in his honour.

Y/n took in another breath of air, relaxing herself once again. “I was walking with Leo and then…a bunch of fans came and bombarded me…really shook me”

There were annoyed frowns on the older couples faces, they truly love the fans but especially not when they do things like that. They just wished they’d understand respect and privacy.

“Okay..I’m so sorry Marguerite, we’re on our way to the salon now…you and Leo sit tight and relax”

Alexandra’s voice rang through the phone call, she always had a reassuring tone to her voice - Something Y/n always really appreciated.

“Hmm…guys?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you and thank you…” Their hearts just swelled.

“We love you too Marguerite..” Charles voice echoed back through to her, making sure she felt that same love and thankfulness she had for them.

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risuola · 6 months ago

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▶ NEEDY AND SHAMELESS — Satoru was needy and couldn't deal with it himself.

contents: needy, whiny, whimpering Satoru (that's a warning!), college+roommates!au, nsfw, oral (m! receiving), reader discretion is advised — wc. 2585

a/n: dedicated to my dear 🎶 anon for creating the movement #HeadForGojo, love ya! but also, we're diving into dangerous waters with the trio and i'd like to think that the reader is closer physically with Satoru and mentally with Suguru but fear not, spicy Suguru is coming as well!

𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀𝘿𝙇𝙀𝙔 | series masterlist

You’re not the type to get easily surprised.

Usually.

Living with two boys and knowing them for most of your life had prepared you to expect the unexpected and it was the spontaneity that was at the base of most of your best memories. The impromptu hitchhike travels during which you’d sprawl on top of either of their lap, the tight spaces in which you slept sandwiched between them, the unplanned sleepovers and long, nighttime rides on their motorbikes.

You’ve watched the stars with them, spread-eagled on the dew-sprinkled grass outside the city, talking the nights away while getting eaten alive by mosquitos and you loved every second of it. You’ve survived few days on nothing but instant ramen just so you three could get the best time at the beach without robbing a bank. You didn’t blink twice when Satoru once dragged you into a kissing competition just so you could win a two nights’ stay in one of the most luxurious hotels in Tokyo for all three of you around valentine’s day — you won of course, and after that you partied like royalty, getting drunk with Suguru on expensive champagne (and getting Satoru drunk), and jumping on beds in hotel-branded robes.

“I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” But this time you were flabbergasted. Blinking a little faster, you tried to force the gears in your head to turn and process what you just heard. There was no way he just asked you to—

“Can you suck my dick? Pretty please—”

—never mind. The question sounded just as unexpected as the first time, if not more. There was no reason to it, no background information, no nothing that could make it sound a little less out of place.

“Context?”

Gojo groaned. You watched his cheeks turning bright red, the tips of his ears crimson as well and his hand met his face, covering it, hiding it from your expectant gaze. He was nervous, he was embarrassed and you had no idea what the hell was going on underneath the white mop of fluffy hair, but it wasn’t hard to tell that there was smoke coming out of there. For a short moment you wondered if he’d be able to trigger the fire detectors in the building.

“God, this is so embarrassing. I can’t— fuck.” He stuttered and it was the first time in your life you herd him stumble over his own words. “I really can’t do this with my hand. I just can’t, it doesn’t feel right and I’m so fucking frustrated because I tried to get some girl from the campus to give me a head but I can’t force myself to get hard for them. I somehow go all limp and useless whenever they throw themselves at me and ironically the thought of you makes me so painfully, impossibly bricked up that I might just chop the thing off to feel some release.” He was speaking so quickly it was almost difficult to understand, looking everywhere but at you. His eyes were bouncing off the walls and furniture, windows and ceiling but not once settled on you.

“And you want me to get you off?” You questioned, making sure that you understand his rumble correctly and the moment you spoke, Satoru finally stopped fidgeting and froze. His gaze slowly made its way towards you and his breath hitched, his heart pounded in his chest, his whole body tensed up. His mouth opened and closed, and then opened again but nothing came out. It took him a good ten seconds to find his voce, and even then, it came out as barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” he said simply, the single word hung heavy between you. His hands were in the pockets of his sweatpants, fingers curling around something — maybe a coin, maybe his own sanity; knuckles turning white from the strain as he took another deep breath. “I know we’re friends and roommates and all sorts of things that should make this a terrible idea but, I swear to all gods out there, it’s not about me wanting you to get me off, it’s about me needing you to get me off.” He swallowed hard, the knot in his throat threatening to choke him. This was so wrong, so incredibly bad and yet, here he was, practically begging you to touch him. To taste him. To swallow him whole. “I know it’s weird and fucked up and probably a huge mistake, but I don’t know what else to do here.”

You saw the vulnerability in those cerulean orbs, the raw honesty behind his confession. The desperation in his voice almost broke your heart, he looked like he’s about to pass out from sheer exhaustion — emotional, mental, physical; every kind imaginable, and you knew him. It wasn’t one of his whims, you can see through them in a blink of an eye. He was serious, he was trembling, his eyes seemed to well with tears as he begged you.

“Does it come from the day you asked me to judge your cock?”

“Yeah, I guess so. You said I make you salivate and fuck, the vision stuck with me.”

And then, he dropped onto the bed, sitting on the edge with elbows resting on his knees as he buried his face in his hands. He swallowed thickly, gulping down the lump in his throat. He hated the thought of ruining what you had as friends, it terrified him.

“Satoru—” you let out a sigh and he flinched, straightening up and looking at you again.

"I'll do anything. I can eat you out after that to pay you back. I can clean the room for a month. Fuck, I can even give you money if you need it. I'm just fucking going to combust if it goes for any longer–“ He rambled, babbled, desperate to get his point across. "I'm so impossibly hard when you're around, it hurts and every time I try to get my shit together, it's just getting worse."

“You don’t have to pay me back, Toru,” you said lightly, laughing at his nervousness. “I love you, idiot, I’m not gonna let you suffer, though I warn you that I might suck at this, no pun intended.”

“You don’t even have to use your mouth, honestly, if it’s your hand I’m sure it’s still going to be fine, as long as it’s you.”

“Oh, no, if we’re doing this, you’re getting the proper, sloppy, messy head,” you teased and he nearly moaned. The very thought of your mouth wrapping around him almost made him cum in his pants.

His cheeks heated up, all of his body felt like it’s on fire and he loved the feeling. You were straightforward; there was never any pretense or games played between you and him and he adored that about you.

“Please,” he whimpered, paralyzed by the thrill of excitement. The nerves were churning in his stomach, ecstasy coursing through him like electricity through wires. He watched as you moved, putting down the phone, there was a grace in the way you were crawling to the edge of the bed and you made a little sound when you got down onto the floor. He was quick to grab a pillow to throw below your knees, and you shot him a little grin.

It felt odd to you, to kneel in front of your best friend like this with intention so explicit but you also felt at ease with it. It wasn’t pity that drove you, you just loved him genuinely and there was no forcing involved in the way your hands moved to give his thighs a little squeeze.

You chuckled, amused by how sensitive he was, how impatient when just the slightest touch of your fingers over his clothed legs was enough to make him jolt. You could feel the heat radiating from his body and as your eyes moved down from his face, you noticed how strained his cock was against the fabric of his pants. There was a tiny dark spot where his tip was underneath, precum soaking through the grey sweats and you leaned in, flicking your tongue over the cotton, teasing him and he moaned.

“Sweets, please, have mercy. Mochi, I beg you–“ he was a whimpering mess, he was flushed, his chest was heaving and you touched him just barely, through the clothes.

“Oh, patience Toru,” you grinned, reaching up and hooking your fingers over the waistband of his pants. The elastic snapped against his stomach, making him whine and you acted innocent as if you didn’t do it on purpose.

“I’d love to be patient but keep it going and I might just bust in my pants and then die,” he dramatized; his knuckles were turning white from the sheer force he was squeezing the sheets behind him.

Finally, you pulled on the band, taking both pants and underwear at once and his manhood sprung free. The tip hit his stomach, leaving a droplet of seed on his light skin and he twitched as the cool air hit his sensitive flesh. The sight of him made you swallow, the saliva gathering at your mouth because he did look delicious and yet again you were reassured at the belief that god has his favorites.

Dragging your nails across his thighs, you reached to wrap your fingers around him, feeling his weight against your palm and the girth you struggled to embrace at once. You stroked him few times, experimentally, and it made him writhe and fidget, with the whiniest of moans. Satoru felt like he’s going to go crazy, your touch was gentle yet firm and it sent sparks shooting up his spine. He bit his lip to stifle another moan, his hips bucked into your hand involuntarily, seeking more friction. Despite his best efforts to maintain control, he couldn’t help but squirm beneath your touch.

“Be a good boy,” you warned playfully, leaning in, and savoring the moan that broke his apology when you run your tongue along the curved underside of his dick, the veins there felt prominent against the flat of your muscle. The kiss you planted on the tip of it was almost tender, gentle; the salty taste of precum mixed with your own saliva when you twirled your tongue around him.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he managed to gasp out between his clenched teeth, his eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure surged through him. He could feel the heat, the tension coiling within him and he swallowed thickly. The sensation of your mouth was unlike anything he had ever experienced before and he felt his eyes rolling to the back of his head when you took him in. Satoru’s whole world narrowed down to the feel of your mouth on him — so wet and warm and wonderful — enveloping his cock in a velvety embrace that had him seeing stars. Your tongue was hot and slick, gliding expertly over his throbbing length. Each lick, each suck had him writhing in pleasure and he barely managed to hold his hips down, to not thrust them deeper into the dreamy embrace between your lips.

The mixture of precum and your saliva was coating his cock, dribbling down his length and your chin. Messy. You were bobbing your head up and down his length, taking more and more of him sloppily. You were greedy, your movements like a dance to an unknown melody with the main dancers being your tongue and his member. You were twirling, tasting, teasing him mercilessly. Your cheeks were hollowing and your nose meeting the few white hairs at the base as you took him deeper and deeper and he was moaning. Shamelessly, loudly and oh so sweetly.

“Swee–mhaah–‘m gonn—” he stuttered, whined, tried to warn you but the words came out incoherent and stretched along the sounds that were ripping through him. His heart pounded in his chest, a wild rhythm that matched the rapid beat of pulse in his veins. Satoru felt his body tensing, one of his legs bouncing as tried to keep himself from shooting his load into your mouth.

Panting, heavily, shakingly, he watched you below him. You looked pretty like this, so drop dead gorgeous and straight out a fantasy that he’s been pushing to the back of his mind for the longest time now. Truth is, he wanted you, needed you much more than a friend would long for a friend, but he was too scared to act on it.

You hummed, the vibrations of your vocal cords pushing him near the edge, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his balls. His cock throbbed in your mouth, leaking precum that coated your tongue with its salty sweetness and he squealed, reaching to grab your head, your hair, to pull you away before he—

A loud, lewd mewl cut through the room and Gojo’s body went rigid as wave after wave of pure, carnal pleasure washed over him. He saw fireworks underneath his eyelids, he felt them exploding inside his veins, and he exploded too. The feel of your mouth sent him spiraling right into climax, speeding with no brakes and he was delighted. His cock twitched, pulsed with each spurt of cum and his entire body trembled with ecstasy, head tilted back, spine arched and mouth agape.

Joyful. He felt so utterly, unapologetically joyful.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him, leaving him panting and spent in their wake. He looked down again, catching the sight of you lapping at his cum, licking him clean and he finally went limp, falling back onto the bed with a weak, gleeful moan.

“Fuck… that was… oh god,” he panted, his blue eyes glazed oved with delight. His chest was raising and falling rapidly, each breath coming in short gasps as he struggled to regain control of his senses but he didn’t want to. He wished to bask in the afterglow a little more, a little longer.

You finished the job with a loud pop as you took him out of your mouth and finally let go. He was softening, his body deflating, relaxing and you took it as the job well done. Once fixing his underwear and sweats, you climbed back onto the bed and dropped next to him, taking in the sight of his flushed face and disheveled hair. He looked angelic, with teary eyes and parted, swollen lips, glistening from saliva. You committed the picture to memory.

“Good?” You asked, though the answer was obvious from the way he looked.

“Heavenly,” he panted out and turned his head towards you. He watched as you reached up to the corner of your lips, thumb wiping off the lone drop of cum that lingered there and he grabbed you gently, pulling it to his own mouth. You chuckled when he sucked on your digit, his warm tongue circling it precisely as his mouth enveloped it whole.

“Nasty,” you teased and leaned in to kiss his forehead.

“Look who’s talking,” he played back, his words muffled over your finger before he finally let go of your hand. A string of saliva stretched from the tip of it and to his mouth but he licked it off like a kitten. “Thank you, mochi.”

“You’re welcome,” you offered him a smile and got off the bed, heading towards the bathroom. “You’re cleaning for a month by the way!”

He whined and you laughed.

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svndaysaweek · 8 months ago

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Overture (Prequel to Enlightenment) — {Feat. Karina}

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A/N: You don’t know how old this draft is… I still remember that anon who sent a few asks about this series, and I really hope that they read this! This one is the longest I’ve ever written. Might not be the best piece, but I’m so proud of myself that I did my best. Thank you @dnd-writes for editing and giving me awesome advices. Enjoy!

*Prequel to “Enlightenment”

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“Doesn’t matter how the two met. It’s about how they’re together ‘til now.”

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It’s the first day in your new high school. It’s already March but the breeze is yet to blow winter away, strongly acclaiming its presence with the icy wind you face as soon as you come out of the main building of your school to go to the cafeteria. You haven’t made any friends to have lunch with yet, so you change your mind to just head to the smoking spot–behind the auditorium which is already an alien building itself–and kill some time smoking. You turn your way to the smoking spot inside the huge tide of students heading to the cafeteria. Freezing air makes you pace up to the spot.

After passing a few corners where even the wind has been disturbed to travel through, you find a drum can with fire in it making a peaceful crackling sound.

And a girl standing right by it as if wanting to get burnt. “Are you the new one?” Her voice is sharp enough to make it sound wary, yet quite chirpy to end up hitting you as rather coquettish.

“I don’t… I don't really know you,” Your steps towards her contradict your words. “Me neither.” At the fire you light your own cigarette. Your eyes scan her body from the ground to meet hers doing the same to you. The yellow name tag catches your eyes. Her name is Yu Jimin, third grade. And where the name tag is what makes your attention gather up too–perfect size, matches her wavy figure and sassy face, calmly heaves when she’s inhaling in the smoke.

“My name’s not that hard to read,” That’s when you realize that Yu Jimin, this unusual girl, will be an attraction with challenges. It’s all in her grin, in her turbid eyes that never leave yours–to be honest, it’s yours that never leaves hers; they won’t let the leash on your eyes loosen, until she wants to.

You suck it in, and breathe out a mouthful of smoke in the cold air. You look at her again and she's been watching you thoroughly, from head to toe, examining your body, shape, façade and all things she finds nice to look at, regardless of you mirroring her like once isn’t really enough.

She’s got such a nice, sculpted body, hidden under the school uniform but even more premo like that; concave and convex, it just hugs her curves impeccably. Narrow waist and wide, tight hips causing the skirt to struggle not to be torn apart. What’s more is her face, at the height of your chest, looking almost unrealistic, inhumanly beautiful, especially with a shallow grin like right now.

You are automatically making steps toward Jimin and she’s not backing up. You turn your head right to let out the smoke and then return to the ongoing gaze between you two.

“Don’t I look cold?” Jimin steps backwards, from the fire and from you. It makes you just automatically look at her legs, so slick and teem with femininity. You keep following what she tells you to do, what the hormones tell you to do.

“What do you want me to say?” It should be delivered as a counterattack to the dominance Jimin has shown you, but it, unfortunately, ends up sounding as if you were really confused. And Jimin almost bursts into laughter which she manages to hold in.

“So, third grade? What class are you in?”

“Two. You?” You drop the used cigarette and step on it to put it out. “Four. I’ll drop by sometime, handsome.”

Then she leaves the spot just like that. You are so interested in the girl Yoo Jimin. Given that she’s pretty like that, smokes around, she’s nothing like the normal students, obviously. And you can tell Jimin also found you special. Yeah, you know people don’t get to see a man like you quite often. You also know you don’t get to see a girl so appetizing like her often. It’s third year in highschool. You’re no amateur to let a girl play you around, rather, you’ve learned to control those feisty, hungry girls, but ugh, to be honest you don’t know what’s going on.

******

She never comes to see you until the end of school. Nor do you, because you thought you could wait–precisely, you thought you had to wait. You definitely want to take the upper hand in this new relationship so you just head home, yet with a bit of disappointment. But you don’t let anyone know. Maybe she’s just playing you out. That’s unacceptable for you. You calmly wait for the bus deep in thought. Maybe find someone else tomorrow. I don’t know.

“Hey, going somewhere?”

Fuck. It’s her. Jimin.

You think of complaining, but swallow it back and answer. “Home. You?” Jimin shrugs with nonchalance. “I don’t know. Your place, maybe? Do you live alone?” She lunges in suddenly, and you could just let her be as spunky as she can be. “I do. Why do you want to know that?” You throw a question, feigning calmness, and Jimin just smirks back.

“Don’t ask me.”

You’re on the bus. You let Jimin take the window side and sit next to her. You stuff your ears with some random songs and lock your eyes to the screen in your palm to leave the absorbing girl next to you out of your world even for a second.

“What made you move to my school?” Suddenly one of your earphones is between her fingers, your arm in hers to squish her breast slightly which feels so intentional. This bold little chick keeps surprising you in unforeseeable ways. Besides, you can read that she’s definitely testing you. Seems a little bit like an upside-down situation, for you to be the object, and oh, don’t you say you don’t find this rather fun.

“Well, there was an accident. You don’t need to know any further.” Her questions don’t seem to end, however. An eye roll might silence her—

“You can tell me. It’s alri-“

“You’d better shut the fuck up, Jimin.” Your fingers hold her chin up, facing you, merely a breath away as your noses tickle each other. And what gets you a moment later is her eyes, round and glowy, that could easily see through your brain, trying to suffocate you in the vivid yet gooey gaze. And there she plants her words straight into your brain; I’m a little impressed, but try harder.

A sudden squeak of the brake informs you to get off. You step out of the bus and Jimin quietly follows. Then you start walking at a rather slow pace. The sound of another pair of footsteps is the only clue of her existence for you.

“You made me wait.” You break the silence as you near your house. You don’t bother turning back to be an audience for her commanding attitude, but her cockiness nonetheless makes it to your ears.

“Well, I might have just forgotten. My bad.” You unlock the door, let Jimin in and close it. Right after the thud you pin her arms over her head with one hand, eliciting a sharp yelp from her.

“You made me fucking wait, Jimin. You’ll have to pay for it.” Your face is just a few inches from hers again. Your straining voice is mixed with her breath, hot, and your burning gaze never leaves hers, to return the blow that she had on your mind; you don’t know me yet.

“You should feel lucky.”

“Why?”

“I’m interested in you.” Jimin’s words, however, don’t sound tense or weak despite your visible dominance. Rather, it’s an impudent confidence that defies the dynamic knotted between your eyes. Jimin herself visualizes it with an even wider smile, dense with deliberate harm to your ego.

“Mmm…!” You dive into Jimin’s lips while your other hand suddenly wraps around her neck hard. Keeping the chokehold still, your hand once holding her wrists tears her school shirt open, letting the buttons randomly fly to the floor. With her hands free, they dangle on your arms. Her demure hand tries to push you back from her neck, but her tongue is flapping inside your mouth, already allured by the intenseness. Your other hand hesitates about before swiftly undoing her bra and Jimin drops it on the floor. You squeeze the godly pair of flesh and soon pull back from the kiss.

“Shit, you like it rough, huh?” Jimin giggles, with a killing lip bite, and discards her buttonless shirt. There you feel something kick your heart, to see a girl enjoying your selfishness and harshness for the first time. A thought that this girl might be the one for you passes through your mind like a hit-and-run truck.

You turn yourselves around and make Jimin walk backwards to your bedroom with your guide. Jimin doesn't wait to unbutton your shirt on your way, and the corners of her lips soon get pulled down by the lust exponentially charging up. You try to look calm but you’re no different–can’t help it in front of this amazing figure of Jimin, skin-to-skin just for you.

Entering the bedroom you push Jimin onto the bed. Her under lip experiences another intense bite as you lay her down and climb over her body, face to face just like a few minutes ago. With one hand supporting your weight, you take the other to her irresistible breasts and fondle them. Jimin hooks her arms and magnetizes your lips to hers for a delirious lip lock once again. Your hand slides down her torso to the button of her uniform skirt and undoes it then takes it off of her fatal legs and throws it to the floor.

“Next time you won’t wear these, okay?” It’s a demand but also a command, with your fingers on the wet spot on her panties. Her hands find themselves wandering on your toned chest, much in admiration. She nods quickly and unbuckles your pants.

“Needy,” Her hastiness makes you grin, and your words only make Jimin’s excitement grow.

“Yes. I am.” This is what makes you wanna accept the challenge; she’s talking things like that all too fresh, like you have to feel thankful for it. You take your pants off with your underwear to be fully naked. You help Jimin get rid of the annoying cloth being dampened by her pussy off her legs and throw it to the pile of clothes on the floor. With the anticipation for the next step Jimin’s breath paces up, running thin like her patience.

“You’re fucking big…” Jimin marvels at the way your cock tickles her belly button and her tummy. You slap her bare stomach a few times with your cock, spit on it and spread the slickness across with slow strokes.

“I said you’ll have to pay for it, Jimin,” You rub your cock on her wetness, gaining more lubrication, and slap your cock on her folds to see her reaction.

“Ah, please make me…Make me-OH FUCK…!” You push into the hilt with a swift thrust. The tightness draws a groan straight from your throat, and your right hand rises to her neck and chokes her hard again.

“You tell me who’s lucky. You think it’s still me?” Straight to the point that has been bothering you ever since it was spoken. You love to make things clear—dirty—who’s the one to stand and who’s the one to kneel. And if she ever intended to get under your skin, well, she pushed the wrong button.

Jimin’s eyes slam shut, unlike her agape mouth through which you can see her tongue has lost its way, dragged here and there by the hand of her senses, overthrown by what you’re doing. You keep thrusting in and out at such a pace, every time making sure your balls hit her ass, filling her tight hole up ecstatically with no vacancy.

“Hah, god…! It’s me, I’m the lucky one! I’m so fucking lucky to have your big cock inside me!”

“Good. See, your act doesn’t last a day.”

Her lips tremble, as if about to cry, as if all the fucking around was just a pretense and she actually has to be under you. She bites the lower one but can’t hold the shiver down.

You move your hand from Jimin’s neck to her face, grabbing her cheeks in one grip. You bring her face close to yours, both shaking to the orgasmic rhythm but never losing eye contact. Then you slap her cheeks, out of nowhere, just enough for the sound to be pleasurable but not too painful. Jimin starts to drool when you do that several times more, with loud, long moans gradually turning into screams.

“Oh, fuck, yes…! FUCK YES…!” Done with the hitting, you push in your fingers to Jimin’s unsilent mouth to get a better hold of her body. A teardrop leaves her glossy eyes and rolls down to where her ear is. A perfect mixture of pain and pleasure, both of which makes you two forget about tomorrow.

“I’m cumming, Jesus! I-I… Fucking cummi-“ Jimin’s back viciously arches so upward that you almost slip out. Her arms don’t seem to settle for a while before they dig into your back to work as anchors, her body vulnerable in the midst of a destructive swirl of pleasure. But that’s none of your concern as you make the haze in her head threaten her consciousness.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” You wait for Jimin to come down but that’s so silly of you to do so; your ravageous ramming cock never lets her. All of a sudden you pull out, causing Jimin to shake immensely, and flip her on all fours. Her sex is glistening and the other hole is too, both of them slick with her juices and constricting irregularly.

When Jimin feels your cock rub on her pussy she collapses onto the mattress, only her ass up and her face down, exhausted on the bed, faced to the right. But whenever your cock teases her other hole Jimin shudders, toes curl and her fists try to tear your sheets at the sensation of her asshole getting stimulated.

“Agh, fuck…” You don’t warn Jimin when you insert the head of your cock inside her tight ass. This time even you can’t handle the pleasure of its tremendous tightness as you shut your eyes and groan loudly.

“Holy fuck, Jimin, this is so tight,” You tell her when you’re halfway in. Her body stays still, but her hands ball up and her toes curl until they all become pale. Every inch deeper inside her ass is the moment for you to admire the transcendental tightness you’ve never experienced from those other girls you have been through. Maybe you’re lucky too, to have found this perfect body with nothing to lament on.

“Oh, please, that’s deep! Fuck my ass deep just like-oh my fucking god!” Your reaction is quick—it’s more of a reflection though—doing more than what Jimin asked even before she finishes her words, beginning the mindless assfuck with such a carefree pace. You bring her powerless head up with your hand wrapped around her neck, tight, choking her again. The tighter you grip, the tighter her ass gets. You catch a glimpse of the crooked corner of her lips, which only fuels your inner engines to work even harder.

It’s just your thing; when you see a smile, you have to break it. You destroy it, and you sincerely cherish it when it’s gone.

As you reach your maximum speed Jimin’s distorted smile subsides and an even more euphoric look spreads. Mouth open wide, drooling down her chin and onto your hand on her throat, eyes open but white. As if she muted herself, Jimin doesn’t even breathe—not only because of your grip, but also the orgasm building up as fast as how you ram her ass. You grin at the sight of Jimin drowning in the sensations her own nerves convey; you create. It kills you how small her body is, when you can witness a simple—yet ruthless—piston to her crotch can dye her whole skin red, travel electrically to everywhere in no time, shrinking every minimal muscle. You release her, she falls down limp on the bed and screams at the anal orgasm hitting her, threatening her consciousness.

“Ahh! Fuck, fuck…!” You’re nowhere far from your own end, either. Your breath shallows down at the crazy tightness of Jimin’s orgasming ass.

“Jimin, I’m cumming…!” You do. You reach as deep inside her anal cavern as you can and unload your cum, mind blowing pleasure coursing through every corner of your body. You shoot, and shoot, and shoot. Jimin clenches her hole for your cum to be deposited inside her with a lazy hum, in harmony with your groan seeping out of your gritted teeth.

It takes a few minutes for your breaths to find the normal speed. “No one’s fucked my ass this amazing,”

It surely was enough to bring amazement, undoubtedly the best you’ve had so far. You sit up and rearrange her hair for her.

“Did I pay for it?“ Jimin’s already got that bright smile back, and after such an extreme sex your barriers collapse in front of her, as you smile back at her.

“Very much.”

“Can you get my phone? It’s in my skirt.” You head to the pile of discarded clothes and do it for Jimin, who’s sitting on the bed with her head resting on the headboard. You toss it on the bed.

Jimin looks into her phone right away, scrolls down mindlessly and looks at you, who’s naked and standing next to the bed.

“Take a shower first, baby.”

Baby, she said.

Your eyes dart to hers immediately. Your face stays placid but you know Jimin knows you’re not at all used to it. You never really allow any strings attached with the ones you fuck; it’s a rather body-to-body entanglement than something emotional. But you’re surprised at how that word fits comfortably between you two. There’s something different. You look back at Jimin but her attention is taken by her phone already, again like a hit-and-run truck, but not completely as you can see her smirk the way you love. So you just enter the bathroom.

In the shower you review the past 30 minutes—you had sex with the girl Yoo Jimin: nothing special. But not just that; Jimin has by far the best body of all the other girls you’ve experienced. You can tell you really enjoyed it today. You can tell she’s worthy of continuing the relationship. You like the way Jimin turns from a bubbly, sassy girl in school to a begging, screaming mess in bed under you. And the way she calls you baby—it dulls all your edges like a cup of boiling water would do to an ice cube. Just like the hot water pouring on your head.

You come out of the shower and see Jimin smoking on your bed, sitting on the edge with her legs crossed, elbow on her thigh, still aesthetically naked. She looks gorgeous like that. You walk to her, take the cigarette from her hand to your mouth. Then push her down on the bed, breathe the smoke in deep and throw the shortened cigarette away to the bin next to bed, breathe out, and share a smoky kiss.

A few moments later your rod pokes at her belly and Jimin parts away with a giggle.

“Fuck, I really have to clean my body.” You bring her off the bed with you. “Shut up and get down here,” With a smirk she does, and as soon as she adjusts her legs and position you shove your cock in her mouth. A gag earned.

But after that Jimin takes your big cock pretty well, without gagging or looking uncomfortable, even when her nose crashes on your crotch; you’ve found yourself a perfect girl, indeed.

“Nice.” Her teary eyes never leave yours throughout the session as you pace up for a brief finish. Adjusting to the speed of your cock moving entirely in and out, Jimin’s hands go up to the back of your thighs for firmer grip.

Jimin’s drool tickles down your balls and forms a small puddle on the floor. With the filthiest slurping sound Jimin bobs her head at the beat of your cock sliding through. Whenever her delicate tongue presses onto the underside of your cock you throb inside her mouth, making her head slightly move simultaneously.

Jimin’s tears meet the drool on her chin, and with a sound of her voice from her throat Jimin taps your thighs for you to pull out. You take your cock out of her mouth and slap it on her fucked face a few times, painting her face with her own saliva, to her liking.

“Finish it.”

Put the shower aside, and you shower Jimin with your lust deep into her throat. You feel your legs not far from giving in, but thankfully your cock is just the same, due to what Jimin is doing under you.

“Jimin, I’m-I’m close.”

Jimin starts to fondle your balls and that certainly helps you cross the line. In no time you fill her throat up white, and the room with your satisfied groan.

You look straight into Jimin’s eyes when you cum, and it’s astonishingly reciprocated when she gulps down your load quickly, professionally. As soon as you are done pouring into Jimin she stands up, showing you her clean tongue with a tilt of her head, and heads to the bathroom. You, left alone, giggle quietly and sprawl on the bed after putting on underwear.

******

“Text me at lunch break. You know where to meet me.” You just nod at Jimin, who’s in one of your T-shirts that is just a little bit big for her; loss of all the buttons on her uniform comes at a cost. An inner beam blooms under your face when you find her just too perfect in that outfit of school skirt with your T-shirt tucked under it. Those unhidden bra lines count as one of many reasons for you to stare at her, take her in your arms right now and-

“Not now, perv.” Her smirk lets yours surface up to reciprocate hers. You stand up from the bed, approach her and walk her backwards to the wall. Jimin has been playful and relaxed with you and you like it. But when you—just like right now—detect submission in her eyes: you love it. You don’t stop your hand from rising up for her neck and have a good grip around it. You don’t stop the other from being pulled away to her gracious tits and squeezing them.

“Not now?” And there are those big eyes begging for you to go further, that bitten lower lip asking for any contact, as if the one who just quipped ‘not now’ choked out. Always hits you differently when she just switches from a brat to a subby mess out of control.

Contradiction is the most normal of things when you have a tight grip over Jimin. Her reddening face gradually forms a thin smirk when your lips close in to hers. Her eyes close, lips part for a mind-numbing kiss—

“Not now.” You make a sudden pull back and release Jimin from your grip. She stumbles and almost collapses on the floor so you hold her in your arms. For the same purpose and then some, her arms rest on your shoulders and pull you in, only to be denied by your hand pushing her chest off of you, leaving Jimin just keeping a hungry gaze at your lips and whimpering “Please.”

You finish tying the necktie, bring your thumb up to her lips. As it sweeps over them Jimin lets her tongue coat your thumb with her saliva which could’ve blended perfectly with yours.

“To the spot at lunch break, Jimin. And ah,” You stand down and pull her panties down in one sway and she helps herself out of them by lifting her legs respectively. You toss it on the bed and rise up again, for your collarbone to match her height, for her to look up at you again.

“You don’t wear the same panties for two days straight, do you?” Jimin just nods quickly and tries to crush her lips on yours yet again. Seems like she wouldn’t care even if you made her go to school all nude, if she could just mix her tongue with yours right now. Her efforts to make you kiss her is visible to you; eyes so seductive yet not able to take themselves off of their foremost target, lips slightly open for her tongue to peek outside. Seeing that you just step back and prepare to leave for school with an unseen smirk.

“Let’s go.”

******

As anticipated, needy and untidy Yoo Jimin sends you a dozen pictures of her bare crotch under her skirt, saying ‘Want your fingers inside’, ‘Can’t wait for the lunch break.’ Those are to be left on read.

Morning classes fly by as the bell rings to announce the lunch break. The class rushes out for lunch, has a race among them with some of them even running like they have something to win. And amongst that crowd you head to the spot, to Yoo Jimin.

She’s there already waiting for you when you turn the last corner. Legs crossed, back on the brick wall and a half-spent cigarette between her lips, looking so delinquent there with that insanely short skirt and in the shirt you gave. She notices you, has a reet smile on her and throws the cigarette on the ground, and watches you approach her standing still. No immaterial words or acts are needed when you can just kiss those lips like they’re yours. The remnant of the cigarette a fume that makes you dive deeper into this trance her tongue and yours are building, you spontaneously get rid of her skirt and are met with the wet skin under it.

Your fingers taste her crotch, slowly rubbing around and poised for any further indulgence. Her hands are, on the other hand, hectic with your buttons and when they’re done they swiftly go down to your belt. Your pants drop to your ankles in no time with your underwear, and with your erect cock emancipated, Jimin detaches from the kiss and spits on your cock and spreads it.

It all happens so fast that you are still enraptured by the kiss and her tits in your palms, leaving so many treats unfelt to your body. The next second you are inside her, making it even headier for you to follow up.

“Fuck, I needed this.” Jimin grits. With no clue of downshifting she takes the shirt off, her bra to follow suit, and hooks her arms around your neck to stand the frantic sex she wants from you. And that happens right away, as your instinct drops the hammer for you to automatically thrust into her even before you find yourself moaning at the sensation of her inside.

You keep your eyes closed while wrecking her pussy despite the eye candy that is Yoo Jimin during sex, and suddenly you notice her teeth on your shoulder. It’s a pain that can make you grin, that can make you savor the feeling, even it gets even stronger, because now you know that when she bites, she cums. Her legs give in, and you know it by the weight of her arms around your neck. Her walls clench harshly and there’s a stream of her juice down your legs when she cums. Yoo Jimin is so tactile, and when she cums her whole body does, for yours to recognize, you don’t even have to hearken to know it. The auditory input hits your brain the last, the pearly, shaky yelp of the orgasming needy girl adds up to all the stimuli you are taking.

When she comes down you slow down, lazily reaching her cervix as she hums at it every time.

“Kiss me, baby.” You do. It’s saccharine to your tongue. Her tongue distraughtly moves around inside your mouth, some of the drool leaking onto her tits to make it even more impeccable. The gustation mesmerizes you into a rabid sex, this time for yourself to get off. No subduing, only upshifts lead the way as you turn her around, put it back in and lavish thrusts into her sex.

“Shit. Jimin, you’re so fucking perfect.” You’re not saying this again because she might not have heard it; you are repeating it like a low-functioning machine because you’re afraid you haven’t said it enough. And she can condone it—of course she can, it’s a compliment anyway—because she knows it already, because the feeling’s mutual. You say it several more times on the back of her neck, almost making it a tattoo, carving it in intaglio. Still deranged, Jimin is just screaming with her back arching to the sky and carotically facing the brick wall with her left cheek. The right side of her face is rosed up, and her eye has a glimpse of you, your wry face and the sweat-coated torso and shuts and she cums just like that.

Her breaths are shallow, irregular, a gusty fluid squelches out of her pussy and the scene of her orgasm is intimidating your endurance, easily sending you to an orgasmic stupor and making you spurt out inside her with a gritted groan.

“Jimin, I… God, fuck…!” To your overstimulated cock Jimin has her shrewd tongue on it, sealed with her lips. Makes your legs wobble, unmercifully agitating your mind with frenzy, but just until she clears your shaft up clean from the tabloid juices all over it.

“I loved it. Maybe we should make it daily.” Jimin rises up, with her skirt and your shirt in her hands and still breathing somewhat heavily. And the desecrated smile on her face is the coercion for you to wear one too, a copacetic one. Shirt on, a smoking cigarette between your fingers, you insinuate to her.

“Your panties are still on my bed, you know.” And she’s shrewd with it—has been from the very beginning—and purrs. “Mhmm, I’m going to go fetch it after school with you.”

Of course, is what your nods that follows says, and there’s my girl, says your zest-filled grin, looking at her back that walks out of the corner. It’s always that intrinsic sass you could simply, so simply kill for. Maybe a challenge for you, maybe a finesse for you to be benumbly trapped into. It’s your choice, and from some point on the latter looks dazzling to you; maybe you’re a person who just dyes so well, to a derogated girl who seemed to have taken everything you’ve given but turns out she just put you in the phantasma of her own stardust without you realizing it—you’ve lost it in her, somehow. And that’s bizarre: and you love it.

******

You’re standing at the bus stop, hands in your pocket and looking around to find your girl. When you do, you’re so surprised at how Jimin so stands out among all the crowd while doing nothing but just walk. Even from miles out you’re sure you’ll spot her in a second. The belle of the crowd, wherever she is. She’s not the tallest but still piques herself on her to-die-for aura like she blurs everyone out. As if she sensed the scrutiny, Jimin looks up from her phone, looks around and soon finds you looking at her. You hate to be seen so infatuated like this but you can’t help it, as your eyes meet hers and your face brightens up, half from seeing her and half at yourself caught like that.

“That happy to see me?” You don’t answer, just bring your hands to her crotch and check there’s no underwear blocking your way. A flick over her uncovered pussy earns you a shocked look.

“This is not your bedroom!” Jimin shouts in whisper, but not with caution, but an intrigued grin with eyes darting around the crowd waiting for the bus.

“Are you telling me to stop?” You take your fingers to her mouth, her tongue welcoming the taste of horniness coated all over your fingers. “I’m telling you not to stop.”

So your hand returns to her pussy. You’re rubbing, tapping on and hooking your fingers in, Jimin bites on her own fingers not to relinquish her scream. You hold her trembling body as steady as possible but you know that it’ll be absolutely normal if the people around you realize that you two are having a little fun explicitly in public. Everyone’s looking at you and Jimin in front of you, facing the same way as you and receiving that dirty fingering amongst so many audiences.

In a few minutes the bus is here, to show you only one vacant seat left. You take the seat and Jimin sits on your lap, facing backwards and hugging your neck. You resume the unholy yet entertaining fingering to the pretty moaning girl on your lap.

And you return to who you really are: you’re a gentleman yourself, with etiquette, with common decency, to pull Jimin’s head down on your shoulder to muffle her nasty sound on it. You know even the driver is looking at you through the mirror, but that’s because of her, not you; again, you’re making no noise, and Jimin in your embrace is the culprit of all the squeaky, watery, moaning noise, not you.

“Quiet, Jimin.” Now her teeth dig into your skin, synchronizing with your fingers indulging into her wet, tight hole. You know what you’re doing won’t shut her up. You’re just saying it, a formality. Inside your mind you want her to moan loudly, at the same time want to see her struggle keeping it quiet. So you yank her hair back to watch her distorted face, observe every tiny wriggle of her expression.

“Ah…!” Look into her eyes as if wanting to pierce through them. Jimin looks at you too, flooding with lust, drowning in her own sensations of sex and embarrassment of being exposed in such a public situation. “I’m almost there.” It’s a plain text but she’s begging there. She says she’s almost there but she’s already there, as it seems.

“Yeah, we’re almost there.” A bump on the road makes your fingers hit her spot, makes her back arc, makes her almost, almost lose it right there. You pull out your fingers from her hot cavern to the relatively cool air of the bus. Her liquid feels fresh out in the air but that feeling is soon lost, by her tongue wrapping them up and sucking it clean—suckling it dirty.

The bus stops right then for only you and Jimin to get off. It’s much quieter than inside the bus, partially due to you not fingerfucking her anymore. In no time you’re at the door of your house, unlock it, swing open and it slams shut. Simultaneously Jimin hops on you and dive into your mouth with hers. You stumble through to your bedroom, toss her on the bed, swiftly undo your belt and pants with your boxers, let your already hard dick spring out but don't let it feel the air as it vanishes into Jimin’s waiting pussy right away.

No one speaks a word. No one can, to be fair. You two are merely inches away from dying, too impatient to wait another second. And there you let Jimin approach death a bit closer by holding her neck around, a perfect necklace for her, and straining your hand. Jimin’s mouth is open, difficulty in breathing so visible, face reddening but there’s still her hunger in it; she grins. Her smile is so cruel, violent, so evil yet joyful, as if she’s the victimizer and you’re the victim.

“Please, baby… Kill me. Fucking choke me to death, please, choke me and kill me-fuck!” You make her scream when you slap her tits, as if you were angry at her, but you’re the opposite—you love her so much that you just want to abuse her, to her liking, just like right now. All her sensations seem to evaporate as her eyes roll back and her hands drop to her sides spiritlessly: or, airlessly. You let her go, not wanting to actually kill her.

With a giant inhale Jimin returns from the border of unconsciousness. Her hands travel from her own tits, your hands, and soon back to the sheets, still wandering in need for anything to release the tension. So you pin down her wrists and pace up your thrusts.

“Fuck, Jimin. Don’t tempt me. You make me really want to fuck you dead.” You’re saying it right on her face, which enables her to feel that you mean it. There she tries to kiss your lips, but you pull back with agility, instead covering her mouth and nose with your palm, again suffocating her to your liking, to your loving, to your abnormal, psychopathic obsession.

“I want to see you struggle for life. I want to see you beg for life. You’ll look so perfect like that.” Jimin screams into your hand, covers it with her saliva and tears. You close in with your other hand groping her tit and your cock hitting everywhere inside her squeezing cunt. Jimin’s eyes widen as her orgasm fades in, muffling “I’m cumming!” Several times on your palm before peaking like never before. Her orgasm never gives her the time to even shut her eyes as they roll into her head. Her scream penetrates your hand over her mouth as it departs on your ears so deliciously.

That’s what psychopaths do, isn’t it? To experience the catharsis washing over your spine and get off with how a person screams, all helpless, with tears, shallow breaths as if soon going to die, or at least pass out. Maybe it’s that she’s making it clear about who you are. Would be a pleasure to embrace it.

And it’s your turn now. You pull out, escaping Jimin’s spent pussy with quite an amount of her squirt, leaving her all trembling and arching. There’s a layer of sweat all over her body and it makes it look like a scene from any pornography. Jimin doesn’t move a bit-only her chest is heavily healing up and down, even after you flip her upside down.

You tease her asshole with your middle finger and when she senses it enter she helps you by spreading her cheeks for deeper insertion. No resistance in and out of her ass. Every curl inside her ass makes Jimin squeeze her own cheeks as a response with a powerless moan. “Mmm, fuck me please… I’m not done yet.” Of course. You grin and prepare your cock for the second entrance as you pull Jimin up on all fours. Her arms give up when you rub your glistening cock on her pussy lips. And her reason gives up when you penetrate her rear hole.

“Ahh-fuck yes!”

“Holy fuck. This is so tight.” Her tightness erases your patience to savor it slowly. You start ruining her ass with the intention of actually destroying it. Jimin frowns, loud moan seeping through the bitten lip, hands curling into fists but arms all powerless on her sides.

“It’s so good, it’s so fucking good…! Don’t stop it baby. Make me cum like a fucking whore…!” Her voice can’t even get louder when her words just melt on the mattress just like her. Her words turn to nothings, eyes squeeze shut, concentrating all her senses to where she’s getting fucked. You feel your eyelids become heavier every single thrust, but the visual pleasure is just too good to give up watching it-her ass up for you to fuck it senseless, narrow waist contrasting her wide hips so aesthetically. The cherry on top is the expressions on her gorgeous face which you can’t quite read. Just like when all colors mixed makes pitch-black, her facial wrinkles and twitches are the perfect mixture of all pleasure, ecstasy that you can’t tell what she’s feeling at this moment.

“Nngh!” Actually, you can. Jimin is orgasming so hard, clear—dirty—liquid pumping out of her empty pussy to flood the mattress. Her ass squeezes your cock too hard for you to move in and out as fast as before without blasting every drop in her climaxing ass hole.

So you park it deep in her contracting hole, stay there, and shut Jimin’s moaning mouth with yours. She doesn’t care—or she doesn't acknowledge—and keeps screaming for her life even after her peak has washed over. A few dozen seconds pass, she calms down to at least breathe regularly when you stand your torso up to resume the session.

“You… You have to cum…” As if she even cares for you instead of her own pleasure. You know she just wants more overwhelming orgasm only you can deliver, and you are no different. There’s something about this body, these tits, the voice, this face, this pussy, this ass; there really is something about Yoo Jimin. Without your knowledge you are humping her like a villain, mad, but with a grin that’s so dangerous that Jimin mirrors. Your hand already made itself home around her neck, a red mark of it pressing hard inevitable, tears rolling down along her side face.

“I’m going to fill you up, Jimin.” And with a sharp inhale you begin wrecking her inside. A gut-rearranging pounding is what her perfect ass deserves and she can’t even open her eyes properly-either one stays closed against her will, rolling up to see that there’s nothing inside her head.

“Fuck! Please, please, please, please… Gah, I’m- Again…!” How impatient. There’s not even a point for you to call a flaw. Immoral, impatient, vulgar, dirty… She’s all too perfect. And you’re sure that’s why you cum so hard, like never before.

A nasty pair of voices fill each other’s brain as you two cum. You lower your body, forehead on hers and eyes on hers, looking through those teary orbs as you feel yourself bursting out gregariously. No words but loud pants bridge your sensations to each other, and until the last spurt you don’t even blink in order to see Jimin go through her own orgasm.

That’s it; it’s been your undesirable sadistic desire that kept you on fire, and when you have saturated it it flips out of your head, making it empty—there hasn’t been anything other than that. When you’re done completely you let Jimin go from your glare, sit on the edge next to her gasping body. Your urge is swept off so cleanly, and you can see how dirty it was by the mess on your bed.

“Are you alright?” You ask, but looking up at the ceiling, not Jimin. You don’t turn your head but can already sense her looking at you. “You’re just so perfect.” Selfishly she doesn’t answer. And you hear the smirk in her words. You make one on your face too, hearing that, stand up, face her and find Jimin overloading your vision with how she gorgeously lies down there, making even all the nasty things complement her perfection.

“I’ll shower. Just don’t fall asleep on the bed. It’s dirty.” You tell Jimin, all helpless and powerless on the bed and panting like she just had the best sex in her life. The lustful girl who was begging for you to kill her is nowhere to be found; instead there’s a weak, short of breath, vulnerable and lithe angelic devil with your cum gushing out of her ass. As if a few more touches and she’d actually evaporate.

In the shower you barely feel the water on your body, so distracted by your own thoughts—your own thoughts but in the grabs of Yu Jimin. The exact same as yesterday, you are showering yourself with your shocked, strange feelings in the shower after sex that simply blew your mind.

It's just that she's too good. Too good to call it a hook-up, too good to make it only an occasional sex. The way she craves your cock, the way she begs for your violence, the way she’s so desperate for extreme orgasms under your hold. It’s the first time for you to smile just by thinking of a girl, especially when you’re such a harsh and rough type of a person even you’d admit. She’d let you hit her. She’d let you choke her, let you fuck her, destroy her—let you love her.

Then the door opens, a small, pale figure of female comes in, walks slowly through the mist of the hot water. Jimin stops in front of you, legs barely holding there, face buried on your chest and her arms locked around your neck to support her lithe body but they barely do. You move a little backward to let her more of the hot water.

As if all the water got into your veins, you feel your heart burn. Just look at her—legs all wobbly, barely standing, too exhausted to even look up at you, her hands at the back of your neck irregularly stroking the back of your head as if signaling she’s at least perceiving things properly. You put a hand on her back and spread the water on it, and that’s when she lifts her head and meets your eyes.

Weak and lethargic like a candlelight in front of a tsunami, Jimin is barely standing there with low moans whenever her legs wobble and give up. Her arms tighten around your neck as one of yours hug her back so that she doesn’t collapse. Her face is right beneath yours, tilted up to face yours. Those eyes can’t avoid looking at your lips, which is just what you’re doing to her unashamedly.

Your hand climbs up to the back of her head. Regardless of that you and Jimin are exchanging such a strong yet soft, intense yet loving eyelock. It is an atypically genial moment and if you look back at this moment you might throttle yourself. She should know it by now, from the visible, audible changes on you.

(Maybe you were afraid. Or beyond that. Love was what your fears were afraid of. Doesn’t quite make sense to say that you have fears, but anyways, you didn’t want, nor expect a couple nights to escalate to an actual romance.)

Minutes pass, and pass, and—and pause, when you pull her a bit into your arms and make a soundless, yet seismic kiss. Lips lock. Two pairs of lips open and a pair of tongues make contact, hug each other just like you two. Her hands snake into your hair, your head in her hands and deeper into the kiss. You two have even forgotten to breathe as the liplock continues for what feels like a lifetime, to complete the kiss of your life. When you try to pull back Jimin lunges a bit forward not to break the kiss, and you let your system suffocate a few dozen seconds more.

“You’re so beautiful, Yu Jimin.” You finally tell her this. Not the literal confession of love but she gets it with the bewitching smile she always wears like nothing. Never been in love, you feel like you’re sent back to childhood, pure and intact, but that feeling is shattered into pieces when her hand finds your hardened cock poking at her belly.“Is that why you’re so hard, baby?” This time, the word ‘baby’ sounds so right with a lip bite of your lover and with a lust-filled grin on you. Her thumb slides on the underside of the tip, almost making you stumble back.

“Yes. Just like you’re always horny because of me.” With a smirk you turn her around, bend her over so that her hands are on the wall, and put your cock in in one stroke. Jimin helplessly loses all the strength in her legs and falls but you're prudential enough not to let her. It's to the point where she's just hanging from your arms when you kindle the movement. Her skin looks even more satin with the water so you collar her and go on. You can't stop when the biggest impetus is jonesing for it. No choice but to harden the grip on her throat.

Jimin is flaccid on the wall, fingers fumbling on and desperately digging themselves on it with her head facing down. You are never going to unbind her until she falls into a stupor. “Baby I… I fucking love it so deep…! Use me just like that…” She can't let it out loud and soon loses all voice, raises her head, brings yours right beside hers and kisses you. And a feeling that this is the requital for your disclosure makes it compulsory to reciprocate it poignantly. Her hand guides one of yours to her tits, pushes it hard on it to make you squeeze them and soon the convulsions agitate through her body. Her orgasmic screams reverberate through your throat, which is also moaning out of the pleasure congesting your mind.

When the kiss breaks her yelps stifle the smacking and squelching. You have no idea if it’s your heartiness or just overstimulation from before the shower, but her voice sounds so giddy she might just hit the floor all limp. The burgeoning pleasure conglomerates into a derogated vertigo, the unbearable sensations stack up in your spines and Jimin’s wringing walls really doesn’t help you push it down. Her eyes tell you—because her mouth can’t right now—she’s only a couple thrusts away from coming undone, tantamount to what’s threatening to blow your mind, break down your nerves.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m fucking coming…!” A tautology that is so understandable. You help her, add to the pleasure by choking her. Her moans permeate to your hand through her throat and the foul secretion of her orgasm flows down her legs with the water pelting down on your bodies. Jimin fumbles on the wall with her fingers, too herring-gutted to digest the deray.

“Jimin. Yu Jimin. I’m coming too-fuck…!” When Jimin hears her name she hums, and when she feels the warmth coat her walls she buckles, arches her back to beckon your lips and jockeys her tongue between them. In less than a minute however she pulls back, due to lack of air, because of your chokehold, and pants in your face, with a pejorative smile, but no sign of mannerism—you all know, that smile that follows after an exquisite sex—her sheer feelings carved in it, and you willingly mirror it as a beck of mutuality.

******

A rather huge thing is settled. Sitting on the edge of the bed together, with a cigarette between your fingers for each, you recount your history: the reason you moved, your personality, your sex life being like this. All of them, however, converge to her, Yu Jimin, weirdly enough for you who just can’t concede any feelings involved, which sounds like a monolithic psychopath which actually might be who you are.

Well, a little bit of romance couldn’t kill, could it? You think, lying next to Jimin and slowly closing your eyes to fall-

“You haven’t said it yet.”

“Say what?”

“You only said I’m beautiful.”

“And?”

“I know there’s something more. You know there’s something more.”

There you fail to hold out the chuckle.

“I don’t know what you’re-“

“It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to be shy about it,”

Jimin mischievously giggles. You know you can’t just laugh it off, and you won’t. That intricate feeling that tickles, but is not transient.

With a somnolent voice, you placidly say, like a tagline of a tragedy—or a comedy.

“Love you, Jimin.”

Her grin infiltrates her words hearing it.

“That’s it, my boy. Love you too.”

******

#kpop x male reader #kpop male reader #karina smut #aespa smut

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ohcorny · 8 months ago

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so! it's been a year since i put never satisfied on hiatus, and 9 years since i started posting it, and rather than make you read everything if all you want to know is "when's it coming back?" the answer is still: don't know! but the answer has also shifted closer to "it isn't" the longer i've spent on break, and i think it's worth being up front about that.

i talked about it a little here a few weeks ago, but the long and short of it is that between taking on better paying work, writing better stories, and looking back at what i'd already done for never satisfied... i just don't think i want to continue it? the year off has been incredibly good for my mental health, and i can't see myself wanting to go back after the two-three years still ahead of me on my current project. that's not to say i never want to return to the characters or the concept, but if i did, i imagine it would be with something completely new, in a different form. after all, i started this comic when i was 21 years old, a lesbian, and a sophomore in college. i am now just shy of 30, a bi man, and overall a completely different person than i was, back when i was writing without a plan and putting all of my insecurities into the comic--insecurities i don't identify with anymore. lord i'm closer to rothart's age than i am to lucy's. hate that

anyway. you have all been extraordinarily kind for following never satisfied for as long as you have, for supporting it as much as you have, and being as patient as you have. whatever form never satisfied takes in the future (god willing, with a more cohesive story structure and A PLAN FOR THE ENDING, WHICH BY THE WAY I NEVER, EVER HAD) i hope to see you there!

in the meantime, as an update on where i'm at with the thing that made me stop working on NS: i finished it! all the pages for Hunger's Bite (if you remember it with a different title: no you don't) have been turned in and now it's just revisions and covers and then........ waiting a year until it can come out. because that's how it is in traditionally published graphic novels! nothing releases for a full year after you finished it! and you're even getting it earlier than was originally planned, because i'm a creature and finished it like three months ahead of schedule. i've also already started thumbnailing the sequel book which i can't talk about whatsoever and will now be working on that for the next two years and then HOPEFULLY the first book will have done well enough that i can sell a third! so you better buy it when it comes out next february!!!!!!

to ease you all into it, i wanted to do a little crossover to introduce the main characters. we have emery, whose design is fully and unintentionally just Seiji Again down to his color palette (but seiji would bully him if they met. like so hard. he's a wimp). then we have neeta, a girl who dreams of travel and cares deeply about worker's rights, and wick, a vampire agent investigating the mysterious and sinister new owner of the 1910s ocean liner emery and neeta call home. he's also gay. but sorry lucy, you aren't his type. you're not mean enough.

the best place to keep up with me these days is probably here, as this first book gets closer to release, i will probably be posting about it a lot. and i will certainly post about it here when there's an official release date and cover reveal! i hope you'll go read it. i really think if you liked never satisfied and its themes, you'll like hunger's bite!

thank you again for reading!!

#corndraws #hunger's bite #never satisfied

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splatanastamprr · 3 months ago

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Been thinking about this a while so as the Shattering Spirits are being rolled back soon here are my thoughts on the Sky Economy. a VERY long post.

Event Spacing (1)

I joined right after Season of Prophecy ended, Season of Dreams was to start in about 3~ weeks? not sure since it was a long while ago.

Later seasons I notice rather than getting up to a month of season downtime, we now get as little as less than a week to break between seasons. Season gaps became slim. Hardly time for off season daily candle quests that make racking up normal candles easier.

On top of this, “Days Of —“ Events became more and more prominent, being mashed on top of Travelling spirits and new off season cosmetics that cost white candles. There’s no room to breathe, its almost a punishment to players who’ve taken breaks from the game after burning out from having to candle run consistently just for new items. Cosmetics that they miss out on get price hikes from their original value in reruns with the new ticket system. It’s a cycle of fomo and it’s what’s killing the playerbase in the first place.

The lack of spacing seems pretentious in a way, since nearly with every update, a new game breaking bug is rolled out, makes it feel ironic since season down gaps have been cut for seemingly no reason.

Ticketing (2)

A while ago TGC added the ticket system denoting inflation in the sky economy, it was made to remedy the fact people can’t keep affording everything with candles.

Yes it did help somewhat, as the tickets are very easy to collect, but with 3 new ftp cosmetics that are bought with these tickets and some things costing up to a weeks worth of tickets it’s easy to have to skip these items because some people just don’t want to do more daily searching on top of the already daily quests from the questgiver.

Returning items not only are insanely expensive but additionally do not equate the energy spent grinding in their original release (The Days of Sunlight towels from last year have no right being that expensive whatsoever.)

Candles (3)

Early 2021, around March the Daily Light “Chevron” was rolled out as a way to farm light without feeling the pressure to grind insanely hard daily (since very many people were asking for a way to get candles more leisurely, since candle running was very time consuming)

It became redundant as the prices for candle items was driven up very far. Not to be so “back in my day” but genuinely the need to candle run extensively in the way we do now wasn’t as big as it is now.

This is funny. Because now I see people asking for the same thing. A faster, less grindy way to candle run.

the first in game event I participated in was the first Days of Bloom, the cherry blossom cape was 70 candles (which to me was VERY expensive at the time). The following year’s wisteria cape cost 105, then the next tulip cape cost 110. The first price driveup was already kind of nuts to me (is the cape really worth a 35 candle mark up to the first one?) It’s hard to even prepare with the aforementioned small event gaps, it’s punishing to newer players and players who’ve skipped events out of burnout without any time to prepare for candles unless you pay real money to get candles quickly.

Assuming an average person clears their chevrons daily (15-17 candles) and heart trades with their friends (-3 for every person traded with) it’s hard to afford everything that comes your way. Travelling spirit prices are near doubling what they used to, items now costing over 100 candles with the inclusion of the batshit expensive nesting shop it really burns people out knowing you can’t afford everything you want in a game you already grind daily in. It’s demanding.

IAP items (4)

Do I even have to talk about this. The Sunlight Chunky sandals cost more than you can buy actual sandals. Why are in game cosmetics costing up to $25 USD. Huh. I could buy a whole meal for that.

Cute little items cost only a dollar before but now they’re like $3 and its kind of bonkers to me. I have to pay $3 whole dollars for a tiny jellyfish on my shoulder. is this not crazy. im not crazy right? dont wanna get deep into this but jesus my wallet

So why do I care so much? (5)

Sky is a game I hold near and dear to my heart. But I notice people including myself have stopped playing for the same, very painful reason. The fact that Sky is very buggy with little to no compensation to players as well as the Economy being so. So very bad. as well as the shithole that was shattering (the hype for that season was so crazy because yay lore!!! no actually Fuck you crab stunlock 100000)

I know people will be “Well you don’t HAVE to buy — item”, but the game’s userbase is driven completely on grinding for new cosmetics. The active playerbase is driven on just candlerunning. The lore is interesting but there’s hardly anything in game to go off of, there’s little to no curiosity for what the game is and it’s story because it gets more and more arbitrary as TGC refuses to talk about it in game. (Jenova Chen saying that games are not an effective storytelling format really pisses me off sorry)

The cycle of fomo that is essentially required to keep the playerbase going just makes me feel like this game is made on popsicle sticks and prayers (thanks aspen for this line). I can’t find myself to love sky in the same way I used to as a moth.

anyways this is really messy. Sorry. but like damn this is kind of a sad thing to me. made this post because a rant on yt got misogynistic in the middle out of nowhere so i wanted to give my own take minus the misogyny

#thatskygame #skycotl #sky cotl #sky children of the light #rambling #kaftoficastandard #rant

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wintersera · 12 days ago

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02 — a cure?

masterlist

— pairing: kim minjeong x scientist!reader

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

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

wc: 12k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

no one in sight.

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

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

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

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

“that sounds traumatising…” and it was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hey doc, can we go over there?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it was her bedroom. her apartment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

cryogenic incident log no.3. a follow up

subject: patient 0101, kim minjeong.

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

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

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

kwon [redacted].

date: 17/01/30xx

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“neither”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but now it was filled with your belongings.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

cure log no. 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

kwon [redacted].

date: 17/01/30xx

—

cure log no. 2

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

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

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

kwon [redacted].

date: 19/01/30xx

—

cure log no.3

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

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

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

they’re in their late teens as we speak.

kwon [redacted].

date: 24/01/30xx

—

cure log no.4

what the fuck.

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

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

it sounds vile, but it’s honestly whatever.

kwon [redacted].

date: 25/01/30xx

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

one sacrifice for the lives of many.

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

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

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

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

“relax doctor. promise it’ll feel good”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Reading Chair

pairing: Remus x reader

tags / warnings: NSFW! (minors do not interact), smut, smut, and… more smut; established relationship, sex, fem!reader, slight praise kink

notes: written as a continuation of my previous fic, but either can be read alone; the only context is that in this au remus and reader opened a bookshop together

word count: 2.9k

“I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for coming in,” you say with a smile to the last customer of the day. You’re completely knackered as you turn the sign from “open” to “closed” behind her. It had been a hectic day, the kind you were grateful for in the grand scheme of it all but ready to wrap up by its end. You’re rubbing your tense neck as you make your way back over to the counter, where there remains work to be done. You’re having to read the words and numbers over and over again to make sense of them, your mind not in it at all, as you look guiltily over at your book sitting beckoningly next to your paperwork. A break won’t hurt, you think to yourself. I’ll still get all this done later. I just need a little energy first. You snatch up the book and head to your comfy armchair in the corner, delving into the next chapter that you’ve so eagerly been anticipating.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been reading when you hear the door open and close. You see his messy brown hair over the shelves before you see him fully.

“Y/N?” Remus’s voice calls. “Hey, Rem,” you speak up. He walks past the counter, around the shelves to your reading nook and leans against them, observing you intently with an adoring grin on his face. You stick your tongue out at him.

Laughing, he tells you, “You know… When I think of you when we’re apart,” he starts moving slowly toward you. “Which is most of the time when we’re apart, if I’m honest…” A self-satisfied chuckle as he gets closer. “I usually picture you right here. As you are, right now.” He kneels in front of your chair and gives you a quick kiss in greeting. “So beautiful.” His eyes travel your face. “With your nose in a book.” He grabs your book from you and places it on the table. You go to complain, but he stops you with a knowing look, a cheeky grin, and continuing, “And your legs in this weird position you find so comfortable.” He’s chuckling as he runs his hands up and down your thighs. You uncross your legs and let them rest on either side of him; he keeps rubbing them. You wrap your arms around his neck. “Is that so?” you tease. “Mmhmm,” he confirms, kissing you again, lingering longer this time.

“I usually think of you naked,” you tell him, and he breaks into a barking laugh.

“Oh yeah?”

“Hm,” you nod, smiling warmly at him. He moves his hands up your sides and rubs your shoulders a bit. You let out a long, loud sigh you didn’t realize you had pent up. “Long day?” he asks knowingly. You just nod. It’s a little odd with his sitting in front of you, but he begins massaging your neck and shoulders. “I’m sorry I had to go during the rush,” he says sincerely. “Don’t be silly, Rem. That was for work, too. And it’s good — really good — business going up. And I can handle it.” “I know you can, lovely, but I don’t like seeing you so drained.” His hand caresses your face then rests in your hair and scratches at your scalp soothingly. It feels wonderful, sending tingles down your spine. You hum and lean into it. With your eyes closed, you miss the way his eyes travel down your torso. His grip in your hair gets a little bit tighter and his thumb traces the curve of your jaw. “I can help you relax, you know…” He sounds different. You open your eyes and see the way he’s looking at you.

“Oh?” Oh.

“Mmm.” His sound is guttural, and you’re not sure if it’s meant to mean “yes.” His hand on your hip tightens then slips under your shirt. “Here?” you ask, meaning to sound skeptical, sounding slightly desperate instead.

“I locked up behind me,” he tells you as he closes the distance between you and kisses you hard, his tongue immediately plunging into your mouth. You kiss him back ardently. His hand moves up your body, grazing your stomach then your chest, then resting on your neck. His hands now on either side of your face, he holds you firmly before gripping it and moving your head sideways, kissing down your jaw and neck slowly and sloppily. He stops at the sensitive spot below your ear and sucks. You moan and inadvertently rut forward. You feel his smile against your now moist skin. His teeth graze over your pulse point, and he keeps heading lower, pulling your shirt down out of his path as he kisses his way to your collar bone. He licks across it then just nuzzles into the crook of your neck. “I want to make you feel good,” he whispers hoarsely, and your whole body shivers in response.

“Remus,” you sigh. “I want to. Fuck, I want to. But maybe we should wait till we go home.” You’d messed around at the shop before, but never further than this. He shakes his head “no” where it rests flush with your body and kisses your neck as he says, “Uh-uh. Too long.” He leans back, pulls your shirt over your head, and connects your lips again urgently. You melt into him and kiss him back with matching passion. His hands are everywhere as you make out then they come to rest on your bare hips as he stops the kiss but stays close, his forehead resting on yours, his breathing heavy.

Staring into your eyes, the hint of a smile across his swollen lips, he moves his fingers painstakingly slowly up your back. You’re slightly sweaty and extremely turned on, and you shiver again at his touch. He bites his lower lip as he unfastens your bra. You feel the weight of the loss of the support, and it feels nice. His hands come up to the straps and they pull them down equally slowly. The slightest motion would make the cups fall forward now, but you stay still, staring at him from under lidded eyes and long lashes. His hands come up to where your chest becomes your breasts, and his fingers caress down with a light touch until he reaches the tops of your bra cups. He continues the motion seamlessly, dragging the fabric down until it drops into you lap. His hands still floating above your breasts, featherlight touches electric, he brings his thumbs to your quickly hardening nipples and runs them across once lightly then again roughly. You whimper in response, and he tweaks your nipples between his fingers, abandoning the teasing, pushing and tugging harshly. Your whimpers grow louder, and he swallows them with a rough kiss before quickly moving his head down and wrapping his lips around your hard nipple. Moaning as he sucks on your tit, he kneads the other, and you hold his head to you with a firm grip in his hair. He runs his tongue around and around the bud then gives it a long wet lick before sucking it into his mouth again and humming around you. You’re loud now as the pleasure shoots through you, and as he switches from one breast to the other, planting a kiss in between them along the way, he gruffly tells you, “Fuck, I love your noises,” and after sucking your other nipple harshly adds, “and your tits. Fucking hell your tits.” Your chuckle mutates into a screamy moan as he bites carefully down on your aching bud, his tongue playing with it between his teeth. He bites and licks, kisses and sucks, and when he’s through playing with you, he kneads your chest roughly with both hands as his mouth kisses yours forcefully. You squirm in the seat as you push your tongue into his mouth and your chest into his hands.

Both of your breathing is coming loud and laboured as he pulls back and stares at you for a moment. With his panting mouth open, he smiles brightly at you, brings his forehead back against yours, and moves his hands to the button of your trousers.

The idea of protesting flitters across your mind, but unable to find a good enough reason not to give in, a fraction of a second later, your hips are in the air to aid in his removal of your trousers. You’re sitting there in only your knickers, wet and panting, and he pulls further away than he has since he came down to you.

Looking you over with almost black eyes, he chuckles and says, “Sorry, love, but I have to commit this to memory. You’re so fucking hot, I think I’ll get off on this for the rest of my life.” You laugh lightly and ask, “Still going to think of me reading when we’re apart?” You stick your chest out and open your legs wider. His eyes rolling to the back of his head, he groans animalistically and instinctively grabs the bulge in his trousers at the sight.

“Sure I will, lovely. Just naked too.” And with that, he delves back into you, starting at your mouth and worshipping his way down your neck, your chest, your stomach, till his face was even with your cunt. He nuzzles it playfully, and you whine, your hand coming to his hair and pushing him into you as you rut up, making him chuckle darkly.

“Don’t worry baby,” he teases. “I’ll take care of you.” His tongue, strong and flat against you, licks over your panties from your opening to your pubic bone. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this wet before,” he says, high on it. You whimper and rut again.

He sneaks a finger into your underwear where it’s soaked at your entrance. He separates the fabric that clings to your skin with your wetness and caresses up and down your folds, examining your cunt with the utmost scrutiny as he does. You’d think you’d feel shy at this, but the look in his eyes and the feeling in your core set you on fire, and you fucking love it. You open your legs as wide as you can, and with an eyebrow quirked, he looks up at you and smiles. “Good girl,” he tells you for the first time ever, and you mewl loudly and melt into the chair. He’s surprised at the intensity of your reaction and tries it again. “You like being my good girl, Y/N? my best fucking girl?” You nod vehemently and your grip on the armchair threatens to damage it. “Fuck,” he laughs. “Then I’d better make my favourite girl feel good then, huh?”

He pulls your panties to the side and licks up your folds several times, lapping the dripping arousal. He detaches his mouth from your lower lips, and you whine, but he’s only swiftly ripping your knickers off before latching on again, moaning into you. He sticks his tongue in your hole, and you half gasp half scream in response. He continues fucking into you with more and more force, his nose sending godly pleasure through your clit with each thrust and shake of his face.

“Remus, Remus, Remus,” you pray, your thighs shaking. He hums into your hole then starts sucking on your labia till he reaches your clit and sucks there. You cum all over his face. He hums and sucks and vibrates as you scream. When your shakes become shivers, he pulls off, licks your cunt from bottom to top, plants a kiss on your clit, then brings his face back to yours. It’s shining with wetness like never before.

“You’ve never cum like that,” he says amazed. “You’ve never eaten me like that,” you retort. He’s biting his soaked, swollen bottom lip and beaming. He runs his tongue slowly around his lips, lightly humming at the taste of you. You whimper at the sight, and he chuckles. “I like you all whimpery like this,” he teases. You feel your cheeks warm and move your hands to your face, but before they even reach it, Remus grabs your wrists and pins them back down against the arms of the sofa chair. “Uh-uh, lovely. No hiding. You’re too pretty, and I’m too needy. I need to see you.” He stares into your face then looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on your still dripping cunt, your heaving tits, your blissed out face. “Holy fuck, you’re my goddess.”

You smile, equal parts shy and cheeky, and you confess to him, “I want to suck you off now,” with a boldness you hardly ever have in bed.

His eyes roll to the back of his head again, his knees weaken, and he pleads, “Please.”

You push him off of you and maneuver him into the chair. He’s yanking his shirt off while you pull his trousers down. When you’re both fully naked, without ado, you immediately wrap your lips around his rock-hard cock and start bobbing your head up and down. He whimper-yells in a way he never has before, and the sound propels you faster, deeper. Remus grunts rhythmically as you swallow him down, both hands in your hair, holding on for dear life, the occasional rough tug sending pleasure rippling down to your cunt. Your hands grip his thighs, vice-like despite the slipperiness of his now sweaty body. He lets out repeated “baby”s and “fuck”s and “please”s and “yes”s with increasing desperation, punctuating each sharp fast thrust of his hips.

You feel his thighs give a particularly violent shake, and knowing what that means, you pull off of him. The look on his face is of devastation, but his head goes back in excitement when he sees what you have in mind. You’re climbing onto him. He scoots down the armchair to give you some room to straddle him and brings his hands to your hips to help you in place and give some much needed stability.

Gripping the back of the chair, your other hand grabs his throbbing cock and guides it to your entrance. Remus is staring at where you’re about to be connected like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s seen in his whole life. To him, it is. You feel him enter you, and you clench in complete pleasure. He hisses sharply at the sensation of penetration and lets out a continuous “ahh” as you sink further and further down, your grip on his shoulder bruising. When he bottoms out, you clench and give a little bounce, and you smile at his desperate reaction. He’s nodding vigorously, biting his bottom lip, staring at your tits, gripping your hips with the full force of his strong hands. One of them goes up to clench your breast as you start bouncing on him, slow and hard for several thrusts before picking up the pace when you find a stable position. It feels incredible. The control you have over the drag of his cock against your walls drives you crazy both physically and psychologically. You bring your hips up and down repeatedly until you’re a whimpering, shaking mess above him.

Completely out of breath, he asks, “Can I?” You know what he means and nod, holding on tighter as he then starts thrusting feverishly up into you, fucking you in full force from below. It’s knocking you up and down vigorously, so you bend over more to rest your forearms on the back of the armchair. With this change in position, your tits are now smacking against each other with each thrust — right in front of Remus’s face. He goes feral for it, and starts sucking on one of them, his hands not leaving their grip on you but moving down to squeeze your arse as he pushes into you over and over.

From between your tits you hear — and feel — him give a distinctive yelp, and you rub aggressively onto him with every ounce of energy you have left, giving your clit the friction it needs to push you over the edge right along with him.

“Fuck!” he yells as your walls clench impossibly tighter and milk him of the cum that’s rushing out of him. You yelp at the sensation, and the strangled sound continues through the end of both your orgasms.

Your body gives, but Remus hums contentedly at the weight of you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you with a chuckle. You lay like this for several moments, his hand running up and down your back, the slipperiness becoming stickiness as the chilly air licks at your still wet bodies. You shiver at it, but you’re so spent and so happy, you don’t struggle off of him yet. His softening cock still buried inside of you, Remus brings your face to his to give you a gentle kiss and adoring grin.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to relax in this chair again,” you whisper in a giggle. “I’ll get flustered just looking at it.” His laugh is warm and full, and he gives you a squeeze.

You kiss him and linger, and he says, “You know, with all the stress and everything…” a kiss, “I think it’d be good for us to make this our closing time routine.”

The sound of your laughter is muffled by his next kiss.

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