#wicked tides

[taitavva]

I am honestly so, so sorry, I didnt intend to break your neck it isnt my fault really, that I did not realise you were so very fragile, it was not even until the juddering grind of tooth on bone that I even knew

you were dead.

[A terrible apology (from a dog to a dead bird) - The Bad Thing by Maisie Cowell]

[jils-things]

my mains in ranked matches C:

[the-patchwork-girl-of-oz]

[enbylestat]

Tidings of comfort & joy

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: The Wicked Years Series - Gregory Maguire Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Elphaba Thropp/Fiyero Tigelaar, Fiyero Tigelaar/Sarima Tigelaar, Elphaba Thropp/Sarima Tigelaar, elphaba thropp/sarima tigelaar/fiyero tigelaar Characters: Elphaba Thropp, Fiyero Tigelaar, Sarima Tigelaar, Galinda Upland, The Wizard (The Wicked Years), Liir (The Wicked Years), Nor "Ilianora" Tigelaar, Manek Tigelaar, Irji Tigelaar Additional Tags: Holidays, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Lurlinemas (The Wicked Years), Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Character Study, Anarchy, Fascism, Politics, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, polyamorous Fiyero Tigelaar, bisexual Fiyero Tigelaar, Bisexual Elphaba Thropp, Bisexuality, Bisexual Female Character, Bisexual Male Character, Useless Lesbians, lesbian Glinda Upland, Revolution, Inspired by Roleplay/Roleplay Adaptation, Tumblr Roleplay, Inspired by A Christmas Carol, Bisexual Female Character of Color, POV Alternating, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, POV Third Person, POV Third Person Limited, References to Wicked - Schwartz/Holzman, References to Wicked (The Wicked Years), Song: God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, Fix-It, Happy Ending, Polyamory, rairpair, Threesome - F/F/M, Canon - Book, Historical References, Allegory, Femslash, Smut, Intersex, Queer Themes, POV Elphaba Thropp, POV Fiyero Tigelaar, POV Sarima Tigelaar, Minor Elphaba Thropp/Galinda Upland, Character Death, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Religion, Atheism Series: Part 5 of The Wicked Years (enbylestat's version). Summary: Post the violent (and justified) overthrow of Oscar Diggs - the ‘Wonderful’ Wizard of Oz, and the ascension of an extremely reluctant Glinda Upland-Chuffrey, Elphaba Thropp, who is already on the way to the Vinkus makes a life for herself in a way that is on solid ground and one she, Sarima and Fiyero Tigelaar all deserve.

(AU: no one dies / everyone lives, fluff with light smut.)

@creators-club

[meerawrites]

Creators Club Christmas 2024

Tidings of comfort & joy on ao3.

@creators-club

[coconut530]

SERIOUSLY!? RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY PUMPKIN BREAD TRIFLE PT. 2

[dullahandyke]

*wakes in a cold sweat* woman made of electricity barely contained within her clothes x roboticist wearing rubber gloves

[stargazinglesbian]

got a new phone case, a new charger, the wicked book, babel by rf kuang, a wicked poster, and like 2 shirts. I ❤️ GIFT VOUCHERS AND KMART

[allatseapod]

Captain’s Log: 12th Entry

Alone on the open sea, someone isn’t in Kansas anymore

This episode featured a trailer from Paddleboat, available wherever you get your podcasts

Where to listen: https://pod.link/1762687927

Transcripts: https://allatsea.carrd.co/

[hollenka99]

Being in the middle of changing the names of characters to either not be mcyt-related at all or morph them into Antarctic spellings is funny because inevitably, we will run into names that we forgot. Despite the fact a list was just made of all the names I could remember.

[crackinglamb]

Fic Word Search

I got tagged twice! Obviously this will get very long, so I'll put it under a cut.

Before I do that, I'll tag @ir0n-angel, @lilbittymonster, @effelants, @serial-chillr and @mogwaei. No pressure.

Search for the words and post a snippet.

Your words are: leap, flick, howl, ragged

First by @natsora, thank you! 💕

My words: twist, growl, dark, breath, tear

For this one I'll do a finished fic. These are all from WG.

(takes a deep breath, because the fic is huge)

Twist

The tavern itself was what she expected. Crowded, a little dusty from the constant foot traffic and tense enough to snap. The barman gave her party a sour glance, landed on Solas's ears and frowned harder. Imogen twisted her left hand so the mark glowed against her outfit and the barman subsided without saying a word. The Herald of Andraste, regardless of her status with the Chantry, was still a formidable figure after all the work she'd done to clean up the Hinterlands. She could keep company with whoever she chose. And if anyone else had noticed the little interplay, they said nothing.

-

Growl

“I need to get the arrow out. When I do, your lung will fill with blood and you will want to panic. I need you to stay calm so you don't hyperventilate. I will heal you.”

“Less talking, mage, more doing,” Bull growled.

Imogen watched a silent battle of wills happen over her body and found it funny. Pity she couldn't remember how to laugh. Bull held her shoulders tight and that hurt. She squirmed. He just held her tighter. She realized she could hardly move her legs at all and only then figured out that Solas was sitting on her.

-

Dark

“Cocktails, actually. Wine is for snobs.”

Solas raised his head and arched a fine brow at her in the dark, the firelight gleaming off his irises like a cat. That had certainly taken getting used to. She grinned at him and scrunched up her nose, daring him to say a word. He smirked back and kept his mouth shut. She rolled the cup in her hands, contemplating the liquid inside it. She sipped again, more prepared for the harshness. This time she was able to taste something other than burn.

“Ya know, this wouldn't be so bad if it was mixed with something sweet. Something syrupy, maybe. Or bubbly. Or fresh squeezed juice.”

“You might be right,” Varric offered. “But who carries that sort of thing around on the road?”

-

Breath

“Imogen!” Solas shouted and she looked up in time to see him Fade-stepping, a blur of motion and icy cold hands on her as she began to topple.

She opened her mouth to say something – she wasn't even sure what, and wouldn't remember later – and was surprised when she felt something dribble down her lip and chin. She tried to take a breath and coughed and he was spattered with red. His eyes grew so wide all she could see was the fear in them, and then everything slipped sideways.

-

Tear

“Make for the rift!” she called out. “It’s time to go.”

Before she could take the first steps, the ground shuddered and splintered apart. The shockwave of the explosion had reached them. Bull grabbed Dorian by the arm and dragged him bodily across a chasm that opened up between the mage’s feet. Dignity abandoned, Dorian clung to him and let himself be carried off towards the tear back to the waking world.

“Terisin, go!” Imogen urged. “I’m right behind you.”

---

Second time I was tagged by @theluckywizard, thank you! 💕

My words: crack, graze, harsh

For this one I'll do snippets from T3, the next Mirabull fic, which is still a WIP.

Crack

She heard the stomping and shouting before she even reached the door of the war room. Part of her thought maybe she should leave Leliana to it, that she was perfectly capable of dealing with an angry Seeker on her own terms. But part of her also wanted them all to have this out. She cracked open the door and slipped inside while Cassandra was still sputtering.

“...If this is the length she will hide things from us, we'll never know...”

“Is this a good time or should I come back later?” Mira brightly interrupted the flow.

-

Harsh

“Mira! The rift!” Bull hollered, breaking her spell of dissociation.

She turned and saw the rift cycling, getting ready to spit out more shades. She lifted the Anchor to connect to it and harshly yanked it closed. Only then did she stumble against the nearest column, her stomach rising in her throat. She couldn’t seem to focus on anything, the room spun. A dull roar filled her ears.

“Breathe, Chestnut,” Bull said softly. She hadn’t heard him approach over the noise in her head. “Breathe. Let me have the blades.”

-

So, I apparently don't use the word 'graze' much. I had to go all the way to Soft In Skyhold for this!

“I need the cinnamon.”

He didn't step away but reached for the earthenware jar that held the sticks of spice. He was smirking as he handed it to her. She scowled, although her heart wasn't in it.

“And the sugar.”

“You are sweet enough.” Now the scowl was genuine and he laughed and chucked her under her chin.

“You are incorrigible,” [Cass] snapped, but even to her own ears it sounded weak.

He stepped out of her way, still laughing, and she skirted around him for the canister of sugar. She grabbed the nutmeg too, but couldn't manage that and the rasp, so she set them down to go back for it. Amund was now leaning against the counter, nearly tall enough to simply sit on it. She gave him a push to get him out of her way and he obliged just enough that her elbow grazed him as she held the rasp in her right hand.

[bigbangbuffer]

one silly lil OC thing I’ve had on my brain lately is like. signature fragrance??? which is not a thing real people have but it’s a thing in flowery romances and shippy fanfic so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

anyway I’ve only sort of figured out Terrence, and I could not tell you why, but he’s giving midnight blue citrus from bath & bodyworks. which was not one of the select 3-wick candles that was on sale today. so I’m a little devastated 🫠

[bluemoontarot]

I'm so excited for a resurgence

New lovers don't know how political Wicked is. They don't know how it's a social commentary and can be applied to so much of what we suffer today. They don't know that Oz is pretty much pre-WWII Berlin.

I can't wait for them to see smart Glinda, who discusses philosophy and debates Nessa on the reg.

I can't wait for them to discover the tragedy of Wicked and for them to realize how powerful it is that this movie came out this year

Now that Wicked is back in the cultural zeitgeist again, I cannot wait for new people to pick up the book after seeing the movie and be fucking absolutely horrified at what they find within.

[mirage-of-the-virtuoso]

I have survived the tide turner achievements, but now I have to worry about the top responders :)

[shiny-jr]

Hi! I noticed that your requests were open and I love the way you write Malleus so I was hoping you would do yandere malleus x reader. where the reader knows twisted wonderland is a game (but not imposter au pls) and after they got isekia'd are trying to stop the overblots from happening and malleus is just terrified for them. Idk just an idea I've had for awhile but never found a fanfic like lol. Obviously it's totally fine if you don't want to do it or if I accidentally broke a rule. Anyway remember to drink some water and take a break if needed! Have a amazing rest of your day/night!!

Warning: Yandere (not really, not at all). Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Malleus Draconia.

Summary: MC sees affection meters and it's not good.

Note: These are mainly thoughts and random words my mind spewed out.  

How did one claim victory at a game? Well, it entirely depended on the game, the mechanics and the options. It should've been impossible to lose a mobile game that was primarily composed of the gacha mechanism and visual novels.

When you suddenly found yourself in the series of twisted villains in a prestigious school of magic, you found that it was much more complex than it appeared on screen. Especially when only you could see these small bars occasionally floating above people's heads. Bars which you recognized as affection meters, nearly all of them stagnant at a dull gray 0% when you first arrived. This was the hurdle blocking your way to an easy victory. Because how else were you to escape the game, other than complete it?

Situations became messier, when you didn't have a dialogue options between two mere choices. Add making good impressions and keeping a character's favor, to the list of quests alongside avoiding death by inky overblotted characters. By some miracle, you had increased the affection of the characters you met and interacted with to a healthy 5% or 10%, sometimes more. At any cost you wished to avoid getting in the negatives, because you did not want to find out what would happen then.

Sometimes, the numbers would drop dangerously close to zero, mainly when an overblot was occuring. Never had you realized how the visual novel failed spectacularly at portraying the utter horror of the overblotted in all their wicked glory. The black inky darkness leaking from them like tears or blood with those crazed unhinged looks in their eyes–– was the stuff of pure nightmares.

And yet the one whose overblot you had been dreading the most, the dorm leader of Diasomnia, was surprisingly docile as you dealt with others. However, you knew even when conversing with him, that you would one day witness him overblot and look like some ethereal but deadly fallen angel. So mentally you prepared yourself, while taking on the task of keeping up appearances.

Malleus' affection meter, was a good 20% and a friendly pink shade, quite the accomplishment you were proud of, considering the majority of the cast wasn't even at 15%. The Draconia heir was certainly someone you never wanted to see reach below zero, so you did your absolute best to appeal to him, even if he was quite intimidating at first with the way he stoically watched you complain about the least of your worries, homework and classes.

By the time you spoke to him about your troubles with the Ramshackle dorm and Azul, during what you knew was the Octavinelle arc, the prince's affection had sprouted to a 22%. When you went into more detail of the potential loss you could face, it went to 23%.

The next time you saw him, you were weary and antsy since witnessing Azul's break-down. If the blot of his tears had the magic to gather, it would've been enough to drown, you were sure of it. Even by that maniac look in his eyes, you're sure he would've purposely drowned you if he got close enough.

Throughout that charlatan's chapter, his affection meter had slowly been rising, dropping during the overblot like the tides only to rise once again by the end to a good 45%. This was good!

But no matter how much you may have pondered, strategized, or try to predict each next action, you could've never guessed that the next time you saw Malleus after Azul's overblot, his expression taut with concern, his affection meter had made a jump to 55% and turned red. This entire time you had been avoiding the negatives, but you never once worried of the dangers and implications a red affection meter above 50% would mean for you. Or heaven forbid, anything close to 100%.

[mintwithchoco]

What You Need

tripleS Yooyeon x Male Reader

Word Count: 3260 words

Categories: smut, oral, facial, dom-ish!yooyeon (?) idk, she's just desperate to get that d

Inspired from;

“My go— Yooyeon! We’re still filming, we can't do this!”

“Shut up.”

There's nothing that can stop Kim Yooyeon from getting what she needs. She may seem cold and calm on the outside, but once an interest is sparked within herself, she'll do whatever it takes to reach it, no matter the situation. 

You know that you’re fucked all around when she sends you that look from afar a few minutes ago. Might as well blame it all on her at first for wearing that pink top, showing off her tight figure so well, forcing you to never peel your eyes away from her. She's bold and relentless, and it shows by the way she’s metaphorically fucking you with her eyes while filming, and you can only curse silently behind the camera, catching the secret message. It can only get worse from here on out (or better actually) as once she gets out of the frame, she walks past you quickly while whispering, “Fuck me, now.”

She slams the door shut as soon as she gets you inside the cramped bathroom. Before you can do anything to resist, she forcefully closes the distance between your lips by wrapping her arms around your neck. If you wanted to, you could just break out of her embrace and run out of the door. Instead, you have been poisoned by the emanating warmth of her body, the softness of her skin touching yours, and the sweetness of her lips, making you fall deeper and harder into her.

“Yooyeon—” She doesn't let you speak in the downtime of the makeout, dragging you back in as soon as she gets air in her lungs. “We can’t—”

“Don’t fucking lie. I know you’re craving for me too.”

You recoil at her undeniable statement—that voice is dripping with way too much arousal. “What if someone hears us?”

“I know, but, please,” Yooyeon’s hands rest on your shoulders. “Just for a while. I really need you.”

Fuck, she really knows how to make you submit. Those bright brown orbs, begging for her needs are crumbling your morals apart, inviting you to commit this wicked act that can potentially end everything you have in life. But if it does come to an end, I guess ruining your career with a pretty lady such as her isn't as bad as it seems, right?

“Damn it,” She shrieks when your hands scoot over her butt and squeeze them gently. “Let's make it quick, and quiet.” 

You overlook her cute little smile as your lips crash into hers again. The tides have now turned around with hunger filling you up almost immediately, overpowering the girl’s lust, evident by the way you’re aimlessly caressing every single part of her. Fear runs through your veins due to her moaning resoundingly into your mouth, afraid that the muffled noise would alarm anyone close by. Though, it was quickly diminished by her delicate fingers groping the raging tent on your lower half.

“Mmm, you’re so fucking hard already.” Her tone is now deeper than before, and it arouses you even more.

You try your best to control your ragged breaths as the pressure is building up in your bulge. “You’re the one to blame. God, you look so pretty.” 

Another thing’s for certain is that you are addicted to leaving your marks all over Yooyeon. You generously land kisses on her neck nonstop while slowly sliding the straps off her shoulders. She giggles away, but also does the equivalent to you by slipping her hand down into your pants and continues her massage through the fabric of your boxers. Unfazed by this, you yank down her top to reveal a white bra, and you waste no further time to knead the covered breasts. Her soft gasps are like a muse to your ears, enthralling you more. Yooyeon is obviously weakening under your touch as her attempt to pull down both your pants and boxers fails as it only comes off halfway. 

Yooyeon’s expressions are fucking up your whole self entirely. You eventually finish off what she wanted to do, letting your cock feel the humid air in the bathroom. She feels the warm shaft throbbing in between her thighs, already leaking out with precum. While you reach behind to release her boobs from its fancy confines, her fingers are quick to wrap around your shaft and stroking it to full hardness. The white undergarment then drops to the tile floor, joining in the built up pile of your clothes.

Her husky voice rings in your ear once again. “Sit down. I wanna taste you.” 

The toilet is turned into a makeshift seat as you oblige to her request, sitting down on the cold surface. She quickly kneels down in between your legs, the raging shaft is now right in front of her breathtaking visual. You can never imagine that this innocent goddess would be a vixen in disguise, the one who triggers your hormones into this sexual overdrive. The contrasting thought has been completely erased however, as Yooyeon begins her oral teasing on your tip, drawing small circles while collecting your precum on her tongue.

“Holy shit—” is all you can utter when Yooyeon wraps her lips around the cockhead, finally getting a feel of her warm mouth. She starts slow and small, only taking in your tip momentarily before building herself up to take you in deeper. With her hands stroking your thighs, your sensations are heightened, the extreme pleasure shivering down your spine forces your head to unwillingly fall backwards.

And if that wasn't enough, she draws you in with her words. “Keep your eyes on me.”  

You muster up the will to look down, and you have never been more than grateful to witness Yooyeon doing wonders to your cock. Showing no signs of slowing down at all, this girl is filling up her wet cavern with the entirety of your length, her cheeks puffing up whenever she brings it to the sides of her mouth. You find it rather cute somehow, but it doesn’t falter the groan that leaves your lips every time she sucks you hard, and releases you by the tip. 

Her tongue rests on the underside of your shaft, vigorously licking it up to the head, and down to the base. She takes you in for the second time, and this time she's not holding anything back. Her head bobs furiously at a gradual pace on your shaft, making it fully covered with her saliva. The way her mouth perfectly envelopes with the shape of your cock is agonizingly pleasurable and mysteriously fascinating, as she never seems to gag whenever you hit the back of her throat, only leaving a great amount of spit when she disappointingly leaves your shaft.

“I can suck on this all day. It's so perfect.” The unexpected compliment compels your cheeks to turn slightly red.

Your eyes are blessed with the sight of Yooyeon’s handiwork; fingers delicately running up and down your lubricated shaft and her oral fixation; swirling her tongue around the swollen cockhead. While your whole soul is tearing apart when her dazzling orbs lock upon yours, pairing it with that small smirk and nose scrunch, her visuals clearly contradicting the sinful work she's doing. It goes to show how much she's enjoying herself, the desire that has been building up for the past couple of days finally breaks apart, thanks to her resilience.

You couldn't handle it anymore, plus your time is getting much thinner. Your hand creeps up to her chin, and you lean over to catch her lips amidst her strokes, sharing multiple kisses. As you suck on her lower lip, you slowly guide her into your lap. Your cock brushes against her midriff, which in return emits a low moan from Yooyeon, realizing that her clothed vagina is in the close proximity of the pulsating length. 

“Get this off me please.” 

Easier said than done. You’re too busy leaving kisses all over her neck, taking in all of her floral scent and having a hand full from squeezing her tits and tweaking her nipples. Nonetheless, the free hand manages to remove her shorts by pulling down on different parts of it. You didn't bother taking off her matching panties however, as it is deemed essential in her disheveled look. 

You let out a satisfied breath. “Fuck, I can't get enough of you.” 

With a steady grip on her waist, you dive your face into Yooyeon’s chest and engulf her right nipple into your mouth. Your hardness throbs upon the whine she lets out while your tongue does its best to stimulate the brown nub. The left side deserves some love as well, and a set of fingers playing around it is enough to induce an effect. Her small moans are being played into your ears directly, and it motivates you to worship this goddess to the fullest. You feel her hand pressing your head further in as you switch sides of your gratifying assault, this time attacking her left nipple in a similar way. 

“Mmmh, fuck! More, I nee— ohh yes, you’re so fucking good.” God, everything that she does never fails to make you swoon.

The heat in between her thighs could not be ignored anymore, and you know just the right way to deal with it efficiently. By bringing her body closer to yours, your cock makes contact with her crotch, and it drives the both of you to cloud nine. You soon realize how soaked her panties really is—it wasn't hard to make her grind against your shaft. The slickness from earlier’s blowjob really adds to the mixture of pleasure, as each sway of her hips is met with audible squelches. The dopamine courses quickly throughout both of your bodies, and it intrigues you to fall deeper into her sinning.

Yooyeon shrieks when your fingers pull her panties to the side, exposing her glistening pussy to you at long last. Even through the really tight space in between your bodies, your eyes manage to send the image of her lips fully covered in her juices, and dripping down on your cock to your brain. Continuing her hips rhythm onto yours is her breaking point of being discreet, as the skin-to-skin sensation makes her shamelessly spit out every curse words that she knows. 

“Please, please, please, just— oh!” Yooyeon’s desperation is cut off when you tease the opening to her hole with your tip. 

You really want to break her apart furthermore, but your rational thought comes forward in the heat of the moment, as you automatically place a finger on her lips. “Lower your voice, don’t want anyone to hear us.” 

Yooyeon snarls, “Fuck that, let them hear us if they want to. All I need is you inside me. Now.”

There's not a single resistance, let alone purity nor innocence left. Sinners are what both of you are, drowning into the depths of eroticism, unable to rise back up to the risks of reality. You grab the base of your cock steadily, carefully letting it glide on her lips to slightly spread them apart. Holding onto your shoulders, Yooyeon prepares herself mentally and physically to take in all of you, although her body is trembling just from your teasing. It didn’t take long for you to penetrate her pussy with just the first few inches, and it sent both of you to heaven in an instant.

“Fuuuuck…” Yooyeon cries out as her tightness surrounds you the lower her hips descend. Halfway inside her walls renders you to bury your head in her neck, its wetness and warmth is truly remarkable. The pleasure elevates when you feel her fluids leaking onto your crotch once you’re fully buried deep in her.

“You’re so fucking tight, oh my god.” You moan into her ears, before your hands familiarize itself with her slim waist. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Enchanted by your words, Yooyeon grinds her hips as much as she can, squealing in delight even in the smallest of motions. Her walls continue to constrict you with all its might, yet the pain only drives you into wanting more. And that’s exactly what the goddess did, as she began bouncing onto your lap in a slow rhythm. Gripping on her thighs and planting both feet harder to the floor, your hips began to move in a different wavelength than hers, forcing her to take a considerable amount of your length inside.

“You're— fuck, so big, so fucking big! Harder!” 

If it wasn’t for the loudness, it's possible that someone may have noticed the suspicious amount of time this room has been occupied. That thought wasn’t in any of your heads whatsoever—breaking it off right now would be meaningless. The risk of being caught in this moment is rather thrilling, and it certainly helps the pressure that’s been building inside you to grow.

“Yesyesyesyesyes!” Her screams resonate within the tile walls. Immediately, you muffle them with a passionate kiss before she gets even more vocal.

Yooyeon has truly lost herself. She doesn't even notice the way her hips are driving faster and harder, her filled pussy continuously seeping out her juices. It’s a breathtaking view from any angle that you can catch with your eyes. Looking up from her ethereal yet depraved expressions, down to her divine body jiggling with each thrust, to the point of impact on both of your crotches—it would be a shame for you to not let out your deepest groans to make her truly understand how you feel.

A sense of dominance comes across your mind. You own her as a whole, and no one deserves her more than you. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop. Fucking cum for me.”

You don’t intend to slow down. As your hips begin pushing up into her roughly, Yooyeon tightens the embrace around your shoulders while profusely moaning into your ears. Eventually, your tip hits deep inside a certain area in her pussy, prompting her body to jerk violently. You stay there for a while before fucking into the same spot once again, this time with much more intensity, sending multiple streams of pure dopamine into the angel who has been tainted with lust.

“Fuck, please, please, make me cum! I wanna cum all over you!” 

Your shirt is now soaked in sweat, but that doesn’t deter your adrenaline in the slightest. The force of your thrusts continues to rock Yooyeon’s petite frame, and you gratify her need to reach her climax by latching your lips on her erect nipples anew, the right one being the first. You expertly divide your attention on both tits, and your tongue swirls around them swiftly, letting you taste the saltiness of her sweat. The mix of slick friction on her lower half, the tenacious teasing on her chest and the wordless groans she lets out is enough to lead her into the well-deserved orgasm.

“I’m cumming, oh god, I’m cumming!”

One powerful thrust followed by a high pitched scream, and she explodes on contact. The massive gush of her nectar washes all over your crotch and thighs instantly, while her pussy torturously contracts around your cock, releasing everything that she has. As her body becomes weaker throughout her peak, your thrusts into her haven't died just yet—you’re yearning for the same high that she reached. The wetness escalates, as her squirting prolongs itself to stain your shirt and your seat below. 

Still shaky from her climax, Yooyeon struggles to speak up, but her point was acknowledged. “A-Are you c-close?”

You simply nod, and in some way, she manages to come back to her senses to get off from your lap and sink down on her knees, just like earlier. Without any warning, she shoves your cock into her mouth once more, taking away your breath and compelling you to lean against the toilet tank. Her head bobs with precision, not going too deep nor too shallow, but close enough to keep you on this euphoric flow. The unanticipated head is proven to be the consequent snap to your own release, apparent by the excessive heaving of your chest and the twisting tension in your stomach.

“Oh my god, Yooyeon!” You groan out loud just as Yooyeon stuffs you deep in her orifice, her spit drenching you all over and your tip hitting the back of her throat. She withdraws from you with a gasp, and strings of drool trails itself from her lips to your shaft. Her fingers wrap around you straight away, moving back and forth expertly, assisted by the tormenting slurps on its underside. 

“Fuck, you look so adorable moaning away like that.” She means it well, given by the increased pace at her strokes, licks and sucks on your member. 

There’s nothing that can turn both of you away now. She’s getting what she needs, and you’re on the brink of manifesting it to reality. “Shit, Yooyeon, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cover my face, please? I want it all over me.”

Her gaze full of admiration and wonder is the last thing you see before your vision becomes a blurry mess and your vocal cords let out a shattered grunt, marking it as the last step over the edge to your release. In a split second, long streaks of white cum spurt out of your cock, painting all over the godly facial features of Kim Yooyeon. The hot semen marks its territory on her sharp nose, her flushed cheeks, her closed eyes and most importantly, her slightly ajar mouth.  

As the last few drops land upon her chin, you take in the beautiful mess that you have created. You wish that you could save this deep memory—or rather, engrave it into your brain somehow of Yooyeon’s gorgeous look, completely covered in a coating of your semen, and it eventually drips down to her breasts and shoulders. It is truly a magnificent sight to behold, and you can never ask for anything better.

“Wow…” you weakly mutter while Yooyeon sucks the remains of your cum out of your tip. On top of that, she swipes some of the mess on her face with her fingers and licks it off cleanly to get a proper taste of you.

“Delicious.” Yooyeon responds with a hearty giggle. “Thank you, darling. This is what I really need.”

The cleanup didn’t take very long, as the essentials for it are already arranged in the room. Yooyeon quickly settles herself, so in order to avoid any suspicions, you ask her to join in with her members first. She agrees, and leaves you with a sweet kiss on your cheek before going outside.

Although Yooyeon is able to sneak out the door silently, a tall figure creeps up behind her unnoticed.

“What were you doing in there?” Yooyeon jumps in shock and looks behind towards the well-known voice.

Her nervousness was blatant. “Uhh, I had a really bad stomach ache—”

“I saw everything unnie. You didn’t lock the door.”

Yooyeon sighs and facepalms herself for her recklessness. “Shit. Don’t tell anyone please! I’ll do anything!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” She smirks. “But you need to keep a secret for me too!”

“What are you— Hey!” She runs off into the bathroom before Yooyeon could say anything further. “Aish, this girl…”

While you take your sweet time in cleaning up and recovering yourself, the door suddenly opens up. 

“Excuse me, is this where I get to fuck?”

Your eyes widen upon the unexpected encounter. “X-Xinyu?!”

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note; now THIS is a fucking BFH. goodness gracious, yooyeon fucked me up in so many ways with these pictures.

i did kept my promise of having a longer story this time, even though this was definitely not in the plans LMAO but yeah, next one will be much more longer, more epic and definitely, more seggs. shoutout to @chunksworld for the quick beta read!

like always, thank you so much for reading, hope you guys enjoyed this one, and have a flawless day! <3