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Eroverse

Pt.2 - The Ring

Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader

Passing out twice and waking up without being able to feel your fingers is not your ideal way of starting a morning. Your body feels like it have been battered with baseball bats rapidly and frozen in an ice box. The throbbing pain in your head earlier have returned.

You summon the last bit of your strength to sit up from the cold bathroom floor. Immediately, the room starts spinning and you have to grab the shower handle for support.

"Damn it"

You curse, feeling like a madman and you might already be one with everything you have went through in the last hour. An app transporting you to a doorless room is not something that happens everyday. And Rei, you feel a surge of triumph despite the state you are in. You got a blowjob from an idol, something millions of people fantasize about and you are no longer one of them. You can't believe your luck although a part of your mind lingers on the thought that everything comes with a price. And what's the price you have to pay for such a one in a million opportunity?

As you walk to the sink to freshen up, your foot suddenly presses on something solid with a loud 'Crack'. You look down and curse again. Your phone lays there, fissures spread across the screen like tentacles. Hopefully, it's only the screen protector. You pick it up and it immediately chimes with a notification.

"Congrats on completing your first quest. Please wait patiently for your next one"

said the textbox from the "Ero" app.

Just like that? you think. Usually completing a quest grants you a reward. That's the whole point it's called a quest but apparently, this app thinks a congratulation is enough. Maybe the experience is already rewarding enough and you are being ungrateful. You doubt there's anyone else who can brag they got sucked off by an idol.

Your thumb nearly press the notification before you pull away in alarm. You are not ready to face the darkness again. The app tells you to wait for your next quest so it's relatively safe but you are not taking any chances.

You turn on the tap of the sink, washing your face and hopefully your weariness as well. There's no way you can go through the day in your current state. You have an article that you have to finish today and if you don't, you are probably going to end up with instant noodles for all three meals for the rest of the week.

Holding on to the wall with one hand for support you quickly make your way to a chair in the corner, practically throwing yourself onto it. You let out a sigh. The soreness still isn't gone but it feels less painful now and the chill is bearable.

As the pain lessens, your thought becomes clearer. You take time to reflect on what have happened so far. An app called 'Ero' that randomly appears on your phone and gives you the weirdest quest ever. (Maybe not weird, but definitely not ordinary) You pass out, wake up, got head from an idol, pass out and wake up again. Nothing makes sense except the fact that you go through all of it and you are very much sure it's real.

In the meantime, you decide to do some research. You flip open your laptop, the digits on the screen indicating around an hour has passed since your first blackout though you feel like it haven't been that long. Maybe time pass differently in that gloomy room. Maybe you are just enjoying yourself too much that you lose track of time. You have absolutely no idea.

Entering google, the first thing you type up is of course, 'Ero app'. No luck, none of the results have what you are looking for. You try again, just 'Ero' this time. The results aren't so much different. In a last desperate attempt, you type "App that lets you fuck idols". Stupid? Totally. But it's the last straw. Some websites related to kpop pop off. But nothing that can give you any explanation.

You close your laptop shut with a sigh. Ok, so nothing on the internet. Maybe you can ask someone about it. But what will you ask? "Hey, ever get a notification from an app that lets you fuck idols?" Not a good idea. Afterall, it might just be a hallucination. Perhaps you have been jerking off and fantasizing about idols so much your brain finally snaps. The thing is, it's probably the millionth time you tell yourself this and people wants to believe things aren't real because in fact, they very much are.

So nothing left to do except carry on with your life. No use dwelling on something you can't possibly figure out or anyone else in this case. The pain have drastically lessen and you make yourself a cup of coffee. The caffeine helping you anchor back into reality.

To this point, you have been naked. Too tired to put something on and too lazy to care. Not like anyone wants to see your bare ass anyway. And the curtains are drawn so you don't need to worry about being out on display.

You chug down the rest of the coffee and head back into the bathroom to take your shower that got delayed for an hour. The memory of being swallowed by the dark returned as soon as you set foot into the room but you shrug it off and proceed to do what you come for.

The cold water wash away rest of your exhaustion and even after you are done, you stay an extra fifteen minutes just to bask in the pleasure of the cool droplets hitting you at full force. Ironically, you find yourself humming a melody from Love Dive by IVE given you just cum down one of the members throat.

Then a thought enters your mind at the worst possible moment and a chill runs down your spine. What if the person you met isn't Rei? Crazy as it is, there's no way an idol will randomly appear to you, calls you master, sucks you off and disappears. So now what? Is it a shapeshifter? You have heard tales of such demons that takes on the form of others. A succubus? Could be, given that you are about to jerk off to Rei, she might have been your fantasy partner at the moment.

"Stop it Michael"

You scold yourself.

"You are a grown ass man, act like one"

You have already decided not to dwell on it and that's what you will do. Keep calm and carry on. No more crazy thoughts about demons and succubuses.

The rest of the day was nothing out of ordinary. You stay in your room all day and order takeout, finishing up the article you have to submit tomorrow. The thought of the 'Ero' app enters your mind from time to time but it's nothing you can't deal with.

When you finally finish your task, it's already 6 pm. The sun is starting to set and rays of twilight pour into your room from the slit of your curtains, which you haven't opened since morning for some reason. Maybe the darkness-

You quickly cut off your train of thoughts and reach for your phone to get your daily dose of social media when it suddenly chimes. Oh, not again, you think. The funny thing? A slight part of your mind is hopeful. Another quest, another idol to fuck. You feel pathetic.

Nevertheless, you check your notification. Thank god, it's not the app. Or you are disappointed it isn't? Ever seen cartoons where a small angel version of you sit on your shoulder and a devil version sits on another? That's how you feel right now. One single mind yet two different thoughts battling for dominance.

The text is from one of your fellow colleagues, Russell, who have worked with you on several ocassions. "Drinks at Berny's tonight? It's my treat" Someone got his paycheck, you think. But hell, who don't want free drinks? "Sure, count me in, the usual time?" you reply. "You got it" is the answer.

You turn off your phone. At least you have something to look forward to now. Maybe a drink is all you need to clear your mind.

At 8 sharp, you are already dressed in your best (and only) outfit, khaki pants and a polo shirt punctuated by a denim jacket you throw on just to add the final touch to your fit. Berny's bar is not so far away from your house and another reason being not wanting to waste your money on a cab, you walk there. The streets are bustling with people and the sound of horns, screech of tires and bits and pieces of voices that ocassionally escape from conversations nearby to your hearing.

A five minutes walk is all it takes for you to reach your favorite bar, the Berny's. The place is quiet as usual, even on weekends. The name of the bar stands out, carved into the wooden signboard over the double set of wooden doors. It's not a fancy place like the ones you see in big cities but the old building gives off a warm comforting feeling, like it can wash away every single one of your worries. And that's what you need right now.

You enter the building and immediately spot Russell and some familiar faces at a table near the counter. You raise your hand in greeting and take a seat. As it's a Wednesday night, the bar is even quieter than usual, the only other seats being a couple who are giggling over their beers and a trio of friends talking loudly. Perfect for you.

"Michael, my man, so you finally come out after hibernation?"

Russell teases and you snort.

"Real funny, Russell"

The others, around five people are lost in their own conversation, publishers, writers and friends of friends. When the drinks arrive accompanied by several things to nibble, the conversations get even more heated, fueled by the alochol. You chime in once in a while but most of the time, you just sip your drink in silence. Russell must have noticed it because he glances at you and says

"Hey man, you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm good. No worries"

You lie. The thing is being here don't uncloud your thoughts, in fact it reminds you even more about the 'Ero' app. Will those people be able to talk and laugh like that if they went through what you did? It might seem like a crazy idea. You got to experience what millions of people fantasize about and you are...scared? depressed? worried? You can't find a single word to describe what you are feeling right now. You can't help thinking there is a price to pay for what you have achieved. On the other hand there is a sort of yearning, the desire to go through it once again, never satisfied with the pleasure. You feel like a thirsty person who have fallen into a well.

You have been spacing out for so long you don't realize your bladder tightening, signaling for a need to answer the call of nature. You excuse yourself and head to the restroom, a small single room in the back of the bar.

After obliging to your bodily urge, you pull up your pants, accidentally dropping your phone out of your pocket. It hits the floor with a thud and when you pick it up, more tremors run across the screen, making it looks like a glacier on the verge of breaking open.

You are about to blame yourself for making yourself waste money on a new screen protector when the screen lights up with a chime. You freeze, your eyes focused on the single text box on the screen.

"New quest ready, ready for your next adventure chosen one?"

There's no need to explain where the text is from.

You start feeling light headed. The memory of the pain and cold from earlier in the day rushing back into your mind like a dam breaking open. Do you answer or do you not answer? To be or not to be? You should have deleted the app but would you have really? Aren't you the one who's yearning for it secretly?

The angel and the devil on your shoulders start bickering again, million thoughts manifesting and disintegrating at every second. You are the one who decided to carry on, aren't you? Keep calm and carry on, you say. That's bullshit. You don't want to carry on, you want more of this. Regardless of the consequences, if there are even consequences? Maybe you are overthinking. Yes, definitely. That's it. No harm in living your fantasies. You are just that lucky. A magic app just for you.

Your thumb taps on the notification then releases. For a moment nothing happens, then the familiar loading screen with the black heart loads up. After a minute, it lights up with a flash. You obviously haven't learned from last time because you get momentarily blinded. When it dims, there's a textbox in the center, another quest.

"Second Quest: Tame Eunbi

Make Eunbi submits to you and try not to get killed

There is no time limit"

Your kpop knowledge comes in. Eunbi, former leader of Iz*one, currently a soloist. To be honest, you are a bigger fan of her tits than herself. Making her submit? Nothing strange. Try not to get killed? Definitely strange. Rei have been nothing but obedient in your first quest and now have the tables turned?

You have no time to debate as the darkness surrounds you, embracing you in its obsidian hold. This time, you are not as startled though you still dread it. Then comes the cold wave that spreads to every single cells in your body, then you collapse.

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Here's a friendly advice. Don't try to pass out if you can manage. It doesn't get better no matter how many time you have done it.

As you come back to your senses, you feel a wave of nausea so strong you think you are gonna throw up. Your open you eyes and have to close them again after they get burned from the glow of the single lightbulb overhead, hanging from a wire.

After taking a few deep breaths, you turn to the side and open your eyes once again. As usual, you have no idea where you are. You are lying on a white canvas which is thankfully soft. You support yourself on one arm and sit up, scanning the environs.

You are in a rectangular platform, enclosed by ropes on all four sides that run from posts in each corner of the ring. Beyond it, you can faintly make out the shape of shelves, all lined with medals and trophies of every shape and size. For some reason, at the foot of one shelf lays a sculpture of a swan like the ones you see in ponds, toppled over as if someone have kicked it down.

So, you are in a boxing ring. Not exactly an ideal place to fuck someone. But your opinion doesn't matter. It's your quest that does. It's a pretty mysterious quest compared to the first one. 'Try not to get killed' it says. And considering where you are right now, it's just a perfect place to do the exact opposite.

Looking from the bright side, at least this time, you are not naked. You look good, even. But if you have to protect yourself, it's not really the best fit. Good looks won't help you survive.

"Who are you?"

A voice from the back startle you so much you nearly let out a shriek. You rise from the floor, turning your head to the back slowly in case you are at gunpoint. But after seeing who's behind you. Being held at gunpoint becomes the least of your worries.

Eunbi stands, propped against a pole in a corner of the ring. Her hypnotic eyes seem to bore into your soul like a predator preparing to pounce on its prey. Long raven bangs fall on her shoulders gracefully, one side tucked to the back. She wears a black sports bra with two silky rows of fabric extending from each strap, zigzagging on her chest and obscuring the view of her cleavage (which is a big loss). She is dressed in jeans of the same color from her waist down. Its top button unattached, opened up to give a slight view of her midriff. You wonder if it's intentional or she just doesn't know. If it's the latter, you are not going to point it out.

"Answer my question"

Eunbi snaps, her tone sharp with despise.

"My name's Michael"

You introduce yourself. Seems like a good start when facing a woman who already seems to hate you.

"Another one of his spawns, I see"

She mocks, her eyes never wavering away from your face.

"Another human to kill I guess"

"Look, I'm not here to-"

Your words are cut short by the pain that explodes from the side of your ribs. You fall to your knees, wrapping your arms around your torso. Eunbi, who is far away from you just a moment ago now stands in front of you, looking down with animalistic hunger in her eyes.

"Wait-"

Another eruption of agony. This time in your back, you fall flat on the floor, facedown. Your lust have gotten the best of you this time. Eunbi isn't the obedient type like Rei. She's out for blood.

You are just waiting for another blow that will finish you off when you suddenly fee a surge of strength that course through your veins, empowering your muscles.

You get up with your newfound strength, just in time to avoid Eunbi who strikes the floor with strength that will probably turn you into mush.

She looks up, her eyes wide with confusion.

"Impossible! How?"

But it's now your time to strike. You tackle into Eunbi with the side of your body, knocking her to the floor. She growls and prepares to get up again but you are faster, quickly planting your knees on both sides of her legs and pinning her hands by the waist with your own.

"This is unfair!"

She complains.

"You have never help anyone but why him?"

You have no idea who she's talking to but you already set your goal in mind. Ripping off the fabric from her straps, you tie her hands in a bundle above her head. She writhes, cursing in languages you don't understand and attempts to kneel you when you accidentally loosen the hold on her legs. However, her effort bears no fruit as you tighten the hold on her legs even more.

"You will regret this! Next time, it won't be this easy!"

You ignore her, now staring at her cleavage that have been made visible after removing the straps. The flesh spilling out from the top of her bra. You reach for one and squeeze it over the piece of clothing. Eunbi shrieks and curses again. You do the same thing to the other one, earning another curse from Eunbi.

"You talk too much"

You mutters, sliding a hand down the opening of her jeans, reaching for her sweet spot. Eunbi isn't wearing any panties and your finger quickly locates the nirvana between her legs. You shove a finger into her wet folds to which she replies with a new name for you. But you are too focused to care, slipping another finger into her.

"You are already so wet, huh? You must have been fantasizing about this"

I mock as I start to slide my fingers in and out of her, each pump making Eunbi's voice a decibel lower until it reaches a point where her malison get replaced by huffs that start to sound more and more like moans. You move in a precise pace, making sure to tease her clit every now and then.

Eunbi's back starts to arch, her knees rising as if encouraging you to finger her even deeper. And you happily oblige, pulling her jeans down to her kneels and increasing your pace which is already becoming unbearable for her. With each thrust of your fingers, you extract a moan from Eunbi, whose eyes start to roll into the back of her head, her legs shaking violently.

It's hard to believe this is the woman who tired to kill you just a moment ago. Her vigour now replaced by nymphomania. Her eyes which says "Get ready to die" earlier now begs you not to stop.

"Where's the threats now, Eunbi? Cat got your tongue?"

You asks as you thrusts in your finger with full force, draw back and thrust in again, making her body convulses.

"I'm....I'm sorry.....please...."

She starts whining and that's when you know you have completed your quest. But you still have other ideas. This is not enough, you have to push her over the limit. Turns her into nothing but a vessel for your pleasure.

"Oh, are you now?"

You demand, your fingers rubbing her clit frantically.

"Yes....yes......I'm gonna cum....I'm.."

A geyser erupted from Eunbi's wet hole, staining the white floor of the boxing ring and your pants. You withdraw your fingers from her folds and shove them into her mouth. She happily licks it clean, her knees still shaking.

"Oh, this is only a sample of what I'm gonna do to you. Don't get tired now"

You scorn as you take off your jaccket, shirt and then your pants, your mamba springing to its full length. Eunbi's gaze rest on your cock and the expression in them is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.

"What? Too big for you to handle?"

You kneel and look at her with a pathetic smile. Seeing how she just submits to you, you thinks she won't try to kill you anymore so you untie her hands.

"Those jeans are getting in the way, don't you think?"

Eunbi seems to understand the assignment, she obeys and starts pulling off her jeans.

"Oh and while you are at it, lose the rest too"

If Eunbi wants to retort, she swallows it. Because she pulls off her sports bra and lies on the floor, her huge tits now out on display.

You get on top of her in the earlier position, the only difference being that you no longer have to restrain her legs and your cocks now lie between the valley of her mounds.

"You know what to do"

You order and Eunbi immediately push in her melons from both side with her fingers, enveloping your shaft in its cotton hold. You start bucking your hips, watching your cockhead disappear and reappear between her bust. Whenever the tip emerges, Eunbi will stick out her tongue and lick your slit to get a taste of your precum.

"Yes, fuck Eunbi, just like that"

You groan as Eunbi spits between her knockers, creating a smooth pathway for your manhood. Gliding between her jugs, you bring your thumb and index fingers to squeeze her nipples, which are already rock hard from the stimulation. You roll and pinch them in your fingers, making Eunbi squeals.

To be honesr, you are not exactly a boobs person. If someone asks you boobs or ass?, you will choose ass in a heartbeat. But with the way Eunbi's jugs feel sandwiching your knob, you might seriously have to reconsider.

These squashy clouds that fits you perfectly like a glove and feels like velvet to your touch. You would use them all day if you could. And who is she to complain? She has become nothing but a cockslut, eager to tend to your needs.

You increase your pace, making it impossible for Eunbi to keep up with her licks on your head. So instead, she opens her mouth, letting the tip slides in whenever it escapes from her hooters. The warmth of her mouth combined with the friction provided by her supple flesh drives you crazy. And those fuck me eyes she gives you doesn't help.

Your waist starts to get sore from moving at an intense pace for god knows how long. Nonetheless, you push on. It's not everyday you get a chance to shove your dick between this kind of tits, such art that most people only get to enjoy with their sights.

But here you are, taking advantage of it to the fullest. Your intentions evident from the squelching sound that resonate whenever your cock rubs against her spit lubed flesh. If you say you feel like you are in heaven, that will be an understatement. You are beyond that. But that's the closest words that can describe it.

You have heard heaven is eternal. But this certainly is not as the same old tightening feeling starts manifesting in your stomach. Your cock throbs, and Eunbi must have noticed it because she starts to shake her jugs along with your thrusts, making sure not a single inch of you is left untouched by her mounds.

Each thrust take you closer and closer to the edge. The jolt of esctasy starting slithering its way to your shaft. You thrusts and thrusts until you can't take it anymore.

Globes after globes of cum erupts from your cock, painting the canvas of Eunbi's face. The first spurt lands on Eunbi's tongue which she sticks out just before your release and the rest make its way to her hair and the rest of her renowned facial features which have become nothing but a cumdump for you.

You rub the tip of your cock on her nipples to clean your remaining semen and sit down, unable to stand with how sore your waist is. You admire the mess you have made which is Eunbi, now lying on the floor with her legs spread and juice dripping down from her pink cavern. Her tits heaving up and down with each breath and her tongue still hanging out from her mouth like a bitch in heat.

Another quest. Complete. This one a lot riskier but it is certainly worth it. As horniness no longer clouds your brain, the words Eunbi said from earlier start to come back to your mind. "You have never help anyone but why him?" Was she referring to that surge of strength that comes to you right when you need it? If so, who's she talking to? Who is this person?

Just more unanswered questions. But this quest confirms one of your thoughts or so you think. That the idols you meet are not the one from the real world. You kind of doubt it after your encounter with Rei but now you are certain. Because there's no way the real Eunbi is a master at martial arts that try to kill anyone she meets nor she would say “Another human to kill, I guess” as if she's not human. This mess have become too complicated for you to handle and you need answers soon or else you will start to go insane.

"Patience, my friend"

That same deep, hollow voice from earlier echo around the room. But this time you have the time to respond.

"Who are you?"

You scream (not sure if it is necessary but it's hard when the voice is coming from all around you).

A shrill chuckle. Like flint running on steel.

"I will tell you in time, but you have performed well for today. Don't keep your friends waiting"

The darkness returns, surrounding you at all sides. But you embrace it for once. As the icy feeling erupt from within your body, you drift into unconsciousness once again.

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(Another smut. Thanks to you all for the support on my first one. I didn't expect it to blow up tbh. Until next time~)

#kpop smut #eunbi smut #izone smut #male reader #girl group smut

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beesspacedotorg · 1 day

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bee what about calling chan daddy for the first time??

hihi. uhm. putting warnings is too hard. i hope u enjoy ems <3

warnings: oral (m rec), daddy king (duh), uh. tbh there probably should've been more discussion about what's going on here before it happened but there wasn't gender neutral reader as usual

You’ve been fussing at him all day. To be honest, you’re not even sure why, you’ve just been having a bad time and Chan managed to be in the right place at the wrong time and now he’s contracted your ire. It’s unfair to him, and a part of you knows this, but a larger part of you is pissed off that he’s breathing so fucking loud, so you’ll just apologize later.

“Baby, are you planning on doing the dishes today or-”

“God, can you shut up?!” There’s a moment where you both stare at each other in shock. You don’t yell at each other. Chan raised his voice at you once before and you cried so hard you almost threw up, and after that you both agreed the two of you wouldn’t let it get to that point ever again. You don’t yell at each other, and yet, your voice has raised to dangerous decibels because your boyfriend asked you about the dishes.

“Okay, what is your problem?”

“Problem? I don’t have a problem.” That is not what was supposed to come out of your mouth. You know it, and Chan especially knows it, because he raises an eyebrow at you from where he’s leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Are you sure? Because you just yelled at me.”

“I didn’t yell.”

“Then what do you call that? Speaking with purpose?”

“Yes. Speaking with purpose. You’re also doing the exact opposite of what I told you to do anyway.” Chan brings his hands to his head to rub his temples, and for a second you think you’ve gone a step too far. You’re ready to apologize to him, to inform him that somewhere between the dishes and now your anger has been replaced with a weird eagerness for him and that maybe you should’ve apologized for yelling at him before starting to play a horny game, but he takes a step towards you before you can open your mouth.

“You have two seconds to apologize to me.” Chan’s voice is tense, a voice you’ve heard people describe as his “leader voice.” You would describe it as something else, but you’re not that brave, so you haven’t yet.

You stare at him instead of apologizing, blinking once and then twice at him. You watch as he clenches his jaw and see the tick of his muscle in real time.

“Okay. Fine.” Oh, you’re fucked. Literally. He grabs your arm and bodily hauls you off the couch. You knew what he was going to do, and you go along with it, so luckily he doesn’t chuck you across the living room.

“Chan.” He keeps dragging you towards your bedroom. “Chan.” You’re pretty sure he’s not listening on purpose. “Christopher.”

“God,” he starts, and you know how his sentence is going to finish before it’s fully out of his mouth, “can you just shut up?” Hearing your own words parroted back at you makes you frown.

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Why not? That’s how you were talking to me earlier.” You roll your eyes at him and open your mouth to respond and then he’s kissing you well enough that you don’t care anymore.

“Baby, I wasn’t kidding. That mouth has gotten you in enough trouble, why don’t you just keep it shut, hmm?” You frown at him again, brows furrowing and he pushes you onto your knees and sits on the bed. You stare up at him from your spot on the floor, lips still downturned and then he’s fishing his cock out of his shorts and yanking you towards him by your hair.

“Hey! Let go!” You reach up and dig your nails into his wrist and he grunts at you.

“What is your problem today?”

“I don’t have a problem.”

“Sure.” He brings your face closer to his dick. “Suck.” You shut your mouth with a click of your teeth and when you look up at him you can see that he’s thrown his head back in exasperation.

“Jesus, why are you being like this?” You cross your arms over your chest and you hear him sigh. His hand untangles itself from your hair to press at the hinge of your jaw, forcing it open until he can slip fingers inside your mouth and open you up for himself.

“Ow-” Your muffled protest is cut off by the heft and weight of Chan’s cock being shoved into your mouth. You aren’t insane enough to bite him, but you are insane enough to not move. You’re unsure why, but there’s something in you that wants to push him and see what he’ll do, see just how far you can annoy your sweet, lovely Channie until he becomes something else entirely.

“You’re doing this on purpose.” You can’t help the way your lip twitches into a smirk from where it’s wrapped around the girth of Chan’s dick, can’t help the way it takes you a second to school your expression into something bored and uninterested. Chan sees it though, because of course he does. Sees the way your eyes widened for a second when you got caught before flattening out. You hear him huff a laugh, finally catching on, before he’s dragging one of your hands to rest on his thigh and taking your head between his palms.

“Fine.”

He starts a rough pace right off the bat. Doesn’t give you any time to adjust before his cockhead is ramming cruelly against the back of your throat. You gag, drool bubbling past your lips, down your chin, dripping onto the floor. Your hand lifts off his thigh for a moment, taken aback, and his pace slows. He pulls halfway out of your mouth and then you put your hand back on his leg like nothing happened and he’s back to using his cock as a battering ram to your throat.

“Kept mouthing off,” he grunts, slightly out of breath. “You and I both know that this is all your little mouth is good for.”

He keeps on like that until you’re crying, until tears are slipping down your cheeks and your nose is running a little. Uses you as nothing more than a fleshlight until your eyes are red rimmed and your knees are sore. He pulls out and tilts your head back to look into your eyes. Your head is swimming from the lack of oxygen and your vision is blurry from tears and something else. He looks at your face and down at the floor and his cock twitches.

“Made a mess,” he scoffs, derisive. “Are you done?” You whine at him, you have no idea what he’s asking anymore. He shakes your head a little.

“Brat. I asked you a question.”

“Channie- daddy.” Your voice is hoarse and wobbly, your hands are grabbing at his thighs and you're leaning your weight into him. You hear him inhale sharply and suddenly the hands on your head shift from a grab to a cradle.

“Oh, baby.” He hauls you up into his lap. “Look at me.” You do, whatever Chan finds in your face makes him soft.

“Was that all you needed, sweetheart? Was for daddy to set you straight.” You nod at him and he coos.

“Daddy’s not done yet, baby.” You whine. He laughs. “You gave me a hard time there, honey. A bit of face fucking isn’t gonna make that up to me, you know that.”

You do know that. It isn’t gonna stop your pout though. Chan sees your face and laughs.

“Lay on your back,” he says. “Maybe if you apologize well enough, I’ll give you a reward after.”

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saiidahyunie · 1 day

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chasing that feeling

f1 racer!park jihyo x f!reader

synopsis: jihyo’s on the backend of the competition, and you’re being vocal with your frustrations in one of the few crucial weekends of the season.

tw: smut! ; degrading (kinda) ; praise ; bottom!zyo!! *huh jihyo as a bottom??* ; cursing

btw! this is a prequel/prologue to "pole position"

park jihyo absolutely hates losing. to her, it’s basically the equivalent of not being able to breathe.

it’s embedded in her dna: to keep moving constantly until she physically can’t anymore.

ever since she went to japan with her family as a little kid, stumbling onto the suzuka racetrack as a mere spectator. from that moment on, the thrill of speed and the rush of everything about racing swallowed her up whole.

winning was everything to her, a hard-fought victory that only proved that she was better than everyone else, anything less than that result only made her hungry to bounce back even stronger.

“whatever it takes, you’ve got to see it through.” her team principal sejong tells her after the race weekend at azerbaijan where she had to end the race early after a mechanical problem in her car forced her to retire from the race early. it felt weird for her to not be on the track and on the paddock watching her teammate tzuyu play damage control on the screen replay, faltering behind the other two championship contenders momo and sana in heartbreaking fashion.

she turns over to you standing a few feet behind the decrepit race car, headphones around your neck while jeongyeon and nayeon in tow, giving a wave of encouragement while you gave your girlfriend a heartfelt smile.

after she did all of the usual team debriefings and press responsibilities, she walks out from the back of the garage to meet you, giving a chaste kiss to her cheek and a comforting hug after what had unfolded about an hour and a half ago.

“i’m so sorry baby,” you say, nose in her hair filling up that one sense, “sucks that it had to happen to you like this.”

jihyo pulls away, shaking her head in disagreement, “no need to be sorry. i just got a little bit of unlucky coming my way that’s all.” she says, reassuring with a smile with that sweaty face making you want to pass out on the spot in front of her.

things were gonna be fine in the long run. after all, this was a speed bump on one unfortunate race.

—

jihyo doesn’t usually have strokes of bad luck, and when it happens in back to back weekends, she’s convinced that there’s something fishy going on. there’s this saying that lightning can strike in a bottle twice, but when there’s a third time–

“you alright?” jihyo’s engineer keji asks through the radio, head spinning after crashing out in the barcelona grand prix leading the race up until her brakes locked up at the last sequence of corners on the second to last lap.

“yeah—“ she groans out trying to fight the lingering effects of whiplash she just got hit by, “fuck- i’m sorry, guys. i’m out.”

–her smoking car was a frightening sight to see, mangled into the tire barriers and the pit crew members in front of you were also in shock to watch their racer not finish the race for the fourth consecutive race in a row.

you could see her little helmet shake back and forth in the cockpit in frustration, punching the steering wheel before putting her hands in her face once the realization had slipped in. the camera then pans back to the track where it showed both sana and momo battle it out for the race win, weaving that same section of corners until the main straight where momo had just edged out of sana, taking the grand prix win away as well as the full points.

once the celebrations had gone underway, jihyo didn’t even think about sticking around for her good racing friends, the fact that she’s falling behind in the standings was enough for her to not even look up at the falling champagne and booming music filling her ears. back at the garage, she sees tzuyu standing by her car, walking over to give her an encouraging hug before she steps inside more, locking eyes with you, nayeon, and jeongyeon.

“you think she’s gonna be okay?” jeongyeon whispers in your ear when jihyo is approached by her race engineer, breaking the distant face-off. “this must be really brutal on her, and i’m speaking as a close friend and manager.”

“i think you should have her not look on social media when you two get back at the hotel,” nayeon chirps in, “the fans are gonna absolutely belt her for her recent performances.”

“it’s not even the fact that these things are happening to her,” you say, scowling at the double -yeons behind you. “i think she’s getting a little bit complacent.”

nayeon quirks her brown when you turn around to start making your way out of the paddock, “huh? what do you mean by that?” she asks, picking up your headset and radio in the locker before trailing even more, “hey! i asked a question!”

—

you are one hell of an oversharer.

but hey, jeongyeon was the one who set you up with the park jihyo at last season’s race in abu dhabi, her third year of racing f1 in the books and your last year in f2. it started off as a friendly approach, realizing you and her had the same amount of interests: germaphobes around the house, outrageous activities such as hockey and a few other sports besides racing, watching movies or tv series during off days, and having a really high alcohol tolerance.

once paths crossed, you and jihyo hit it right off the mark. the whole f1 community across all boards took the dating news in a positive regard broke through a candid picture of you two wearing baseball caps backwards on a daytime stroll around germany. jihyo loved your sense of charisma when the cameras were on you during your time with sm vantage - the developmental team under jyp racing during your last stint in the f2 scene.

as for you, how could you not fall in love with jihyo? she’s quick, intelligent, ambitious, always wanting to improve more race after race, year after year. you liked that she’s competitive. her lifestyle was lavish with the cars, planes, clothing but at the same time it was normal, she didn’t bat an eye of her overwhelming success, she knows she’s good, and she has the skill to back that up. the brand deals, the crowd roaring her name when she crosses the line, and that splash of champagne when she’s celebrating her win–

“why the fuck are you showing us this in public!?” nayeon exclaims, hushed by jeongyeon next to her with a flick to the forehead. “what the hell was that for?!”

“because you don’t know how to keep it down!” jeongyeon answers, “it’s just jihyo in the covers with y/n putting on a sweater on the right side of the picture.” she says, and you’re rubbing your forehead at the fact of how gullible nayeon is with things like these. “so? what if you and jihyo have been getting cozy and hooking up more frequently, how is it a bad thing?”

“i’ve been too nice with the reward, and clearly it’s getting to her.”

“you mean.”

“she isn’t focused.”

“and who's fault is that?” nayeon asks abruptly, rolling your eyes, “all of the pictures i’ve seen from the past races either have you two in it or something else.”

“nay, i know.” you tell her, “that’s the problem. you could say i’m one for being horny and all, but she is too.”

the three of you look down at the ground level from the racing team’s designated vip area, you see sejong walk with jihyo and tzuyu, discussing the debrief that they had with the team as well as the conventional heart to heart talk with both drivers. it’s midway into the season, so the points to the team count from here on out, especially in the drivers and constructors championship.

“jeong, when’s the next race again?”

“monaco.”

“shit.”

“what’s wrong with that race?” nayeon inquires yet again, clueless but primed for the reminder.

“it’s one of the two most challenging races of the season. i could delve a whole lot more into it but you’d probably be bored after the first two words that come out of my mouth anyway.”

“you’re right, y/n. but why do i feel scared about it?”

you and jeongyeon share a look from across the table, realizing that this next race weekend was vital for jihyo’s chances of staying within sana and momo’s tail in the driver's standings.

—

race weeks were always something to look forward to. there’s this sparkle of magic buzzing the air every time, traveling to different corners of the world to compete by driving.

there’s nothing like it.

the luxury of being rich, people with deep pockets wearing vip tickets trying to get a peek of the car in the paddock. the superstars that come out to see the peak of motorsport racing, because who doesn’t like cars? coverage, exposure, and upscale is the name of the game in some of these parts. but there’s no denying how beautiful some of the places across the globe are that you have the fortunate opportunity to be alongside jihyo for it.

even when you feel the breeze of the sea flowing through the boat, occasionally bouncing along the wavy surface to the point you might just fly off the seat, letting your laugh be the substitute of the small pit forming in your stomach, before touching back down with the splash of water hitting.

“ji! easy with the freaking boat will ya?!” jeongyeon exclaims, while on top of a face-flat nayeon frantically hitting the pad of the seat to signify that she can’t breathe with the amount of sudden weight on her back. you prop your feet up on the small table in between, hand over the railing like this was a huge accomplishment of winning at life, which it was, sunglasses and everything when you turn to see jihyo at the wheel.

“how long until we reach the bay?” you ask jihyo, her teal v-neck polo with the sleeves rolled up making it much more appealing to look at, the subtle flex of muscle across her forearm when she swings the wheel with one hand seamlessly, sending the boat portside near the coastline of the lovely city of monaco. “we were supposed to be back there ten minutes ago!”

“what are they gonna do, penalize me?” jihyo yells over, “it’s not my fault they put your cousin’s boat on the opposite end of the port or we would’ve been over there already!”

“is tzuyu waiting for us?”

“she’s been waiting over there with nai for thirty minutes.”

eventually, jihyo does make it back to the proper port, greeted by her teammate tzuyu and her race engineer, nai waving to you and the other two-yeons before the boat stops right at the deck. jihyo was the last person to get out, looking up to see you waiting, with an outreaching hand for her to take while you held her favorite tiny north-face backpack that she carries around with her when traveling.

there’s a brief period of silence when you get to the buildings exiting the nearby streets. it’s pretty busy, most of the track was already in place and there were some last minute preparations of the surrounding stands. the hotel was just a couple minutes away, turning to jihyo who was staring out to the endless horizon of the sea and sky. “everything okay?”

jihyo looks back, wide-eyed and blinking. “yeah,” she breathes, tone unsure, “i’m okay.”

you bite the inside of your cheek, brows slightly furrowed together. her answer wasn’t convincing enough, and it’s rare for her to act like this in front of you, which could only spell a sudden wave of anxiety building up. jihyo was headstrong, always thinking about the positives, but she has been feeling a bit uneasy with the amount of criticism that she’s been receiving recently in the media for her recent performances.

“hey,” you call over, pulling her in for a sudden hug that she reciprocates easily, open and inviting. “i know that we had a small disagreement before flying over here, but just remember that i still love you, okay?”

jihyo’s hands are palming your face, your hands around her hips, the small tender moment of reconciliation firmly set in stone. nodding in agreement that you simply stressed about having her succeed even when there were tough times like this, so she doesn’t say anything.

“you’re not gonna go quiet on me, are you?” you ask her again, sliding an arm across her shoulder while you two walked to the nearby accessible street to see a bright orange and black car; jihyo’s favorite rx-7.

she was left surprised to see that you pulled some strings behind her back to have one of her cars brought over here for a couple days, even though this will probably be the only time she’ll actually use it until the summer break, but the effort to cheer her up was there, and you see her smiling.

“why did you–”

“because you’ve been staring at the pictures of your car on the plane before you passed out on me, idiot.”

“i hate you.”

“no you don’t.” you dart back, “you absolutely love me.”

jihyo smirks, opening the passenger side first to the car, “alright, get in.”

—

the trip to the hotel you were staying at was a quick one. everywhere you looked was plastered with racing banners and people on the balconies just taking in the view that will be seeing speeding cars in the next few days or so. you look over to see jihyo lost in thought, tilting her chin up just so that she could see the rear view mirror better, a cute habit of hers really.

once the valet took the car in, jeongyeon was already at the front of the revolving door greeting with a smile. “took you guys long enough, i managed to get everyone’s rooms situated for the weekend.”

“great!” you say to her, “traffic was a small pain to deal with getting here.”

“you weren’t even the one driving.” jihyo chimes in, bumping her elbow to you while rolling her eyes. “what about our bag situation?”

“already sorted out. you’re welcome.”

jihyo nods, darting her eyes towards the hotel lobby past the door as jeongyeon took the lead heading inside. it felt grand, with the marble structure from the flooring to the ceiling, the chandeliers overhanging with small lounge areas spread across and a restaurant off to the right side when walking in. no shortage of guests as they crowded the line at the front desk trying to get their reservations confirmed and into their rooms.

even when jihyo was out in public, she didn’t really make the effort to hide her appearance since at the end of the day, she’s just a regular person over an f1 driver. passing through the main foyer, some people did take notice that she was staying at this hotel, so when one person notices, there’s a small following afterwards.

jihyo was quick to get some autographs on different items; a shirt, a hat, a few tumblers, even a full fledged poster that someone had on hand for some apparent reason, but you couldn’t help but chuckle. jeongyeon being jeongyeon, naturally took charge by standing in front of jihyo, hands up to the sides giving a proper amount of space until the assigned security detail swooped in for extra support.

you three manage to break away from the sizable crowd in the lobby, jihyo fulfilling those last couple of autographs before reaching near the elevators. before you could even get to the waiting area, you get called over by a few journalists that were actually trying to get to jihyo through jeongyeon’s attention. interrupting the racer’s private time wasn’t substantial to these media outlets, but a simple flick or question was good enough to get a story going.

luckily, you had to do half of that work when you answered to one of the journalist’s calls on behalf of your girlfriend.

“hello y/n!” the reporter briefly greets you with a phone in their hand, automatically inferring that they’re doing a voice recording of their exchange with you. it would’ve been a lot more simpler if this was in a designated area and window for these interviews, but nothing ever really goes to plan in life, not even formula one. “i just had a quick moment to ask a question for jihyo, if you don’t mind answering of course.”

“i’d be happy to hear what you’ve got for me to answer with.” you reply optimistically, “let me hear ‘em.”

“the monaco grand prix is one of the greatest trials in any given scenario for a driver, do you see jihyo bouncing back with a win here to get back on track for the running of the championship?”

“ah, well–”

“given her recent performances, would you say that she’s letting herself loose and complacent?” another reporter of the same media outlet asks behind the initial reporter in front of you.

“as one of the closest people in her circle,” you start the answer with a clutch of your arm, “the best that i can do is to ensure that she has the right amount of support from all parties to maximize her ability to compete and win.”

“will the jyp racing team do anything different to—”

“alright!” the arm of jeongyeon butts in between you and the reporter, breaking the conversation suddenly. “i would greatly appreciate it if you could direct any questions towards jihyo to me instead. please respect the driver and their loved ones privacy with the utmost consideration please and thank you.” she announces to the small horde of camera flashes and phones in the air wanting to get an inkling of information out of you for jihyo. jeongyeon turns her head and nods over to the open elevator door at the end, a security guard holding it for you specifically, so you breeze over to see jihyo leaning against the side railing of the elevator before the door closes behind you and ascends up.

jihyo scratches her head before sighing out in a sign of tiredness, closing her eyes at the end. “so, what did they say about me this time?”

“nothing out of the ordinary.” you reply. “they’re still on about your sudden slump from the past few races, but i didn’t give them any more than your current struggles.”

jihyo then runs her hand down her face in a slight bit of frustration, she feels the immense pressure of not being able to deliver for the team and herself as a driver, it’s clearly shown that it’s taking a toll on her, and something has to change this upcoming race weekend before everything starts to take a turn for the worse. “this sucks,” she says now looking up to the ceiling, “this is the worst run of luck i’ve ever had in my career.”

standing on the opposite end, you make your way across to her, clutching her left shoulder while your other hand is placed flat on the wall. the elevator space feels full, despite being small with the close proximity.

“why don’t you tell me directly why you’ve been performing badly, hmm?” you ask jihyo, face being dangerously close to the point where jihyo could feel the heat from her cheeks rise up to fill the air. “it’s definitely not your skill set, nor the car, or the team, is it?”

“y/n, what are you say—”

“you’ve been taking our fucking a little more lightly these past few races, almost comfortable with the luxury that you’re guaranteed to ruin me.”

jihyo stares into your eyes, the look of worry wrenching it’s way through while you smirk victoriously, realizing that the prior disagreement from before was still the apparent case.

"so that’s what it is then.”

you don’t even give jihyo the chance to even argue, because it’s true.

“what the fuck are you even saying?!” jihyo asks, faltering behind in the hallway to the hotel room and into the suite. you don’t even reply to the initial question jihyo asked because you know how you like her when she gets the slightest bit of frustration in her tone. “i swear it’s not that, but—”

“you say that, but do you hear yourself right now?” you snicker, “it’s hilarious how you’re trying to reason with me but the fact still stands: you just want to get between my legs after every race since we started.”

“yes, and—”

“no.”

“no?”

“i mean, the public doesn’t know how sexually charged you are, but i can see that it’s affecting you right in front of me.” you tell jihyo, discarding your shirt with your bra following the ground as well, pushing jihyo to the bed where she falls flat on her back, you can hear her breath hitch with the neural overload she’s having from her eyes and the touch. jihyo naturally lets a hand float up, but you’re quick to slap her hand away before pinning it on the mattress.

“you can watch, but you can’t touch.” you sigh against her ear, “the only you can get me back is by—” jihyo lets her eyes flutter shut but automatically shoots open when you rise up from on top of her, jihyo confused as she propped herself up on her elbows to see you walking to the bathroom while tying your hair up.

“y/n, what are you—”

“if you want me to return the favor, i better see you on that podium at the end of race day.” you tell her, it’s not an offer, a command, because she’ll do it, jihyo will always deliver if something is put on the line. “not from third or second, i want to see you win from first.”

a lump forms in jihyo’s throat, sucking in the saliva from her mouth when she’s eyeing the subtle back tattoo on your shoulder blade, as well as the hidden design of small stars behind your right ear on your neck. jihyo knows what she needs to do, she has a reason to win.

whatever it takes, i’ve got to see it through. jihyo thinks to herself.

she can feel the desire to win on the tips of her fingers.

—

two days pass of free practice and it’s pretty much a blur for jihyo. the standard routine of going over the briefing and the set strategy set with the team, coming to grips with the car and the new upgrades that come with it. you’re watching on the screen as she seems to have reverted back to her normal self. she’s hitting all of the corners and turns with the fine precision that she can produce, and monaco is no easy track to race on.

once the three practice sessions were done, you’re deep in the paddock while the pit crew rolls the car back in, jihyo taking off her gloves and getting out of the car before pulling her balaclava off her face, already giving her opinion with how the car felt and everything in between. she sees you and jeongyeon in the distance, nodding before leaving the garage to get more necessary checks before the debrief.

jeongyeon pulls her headset off from her ears, “i suppose you did something about her little ‘issue’?” she asks, prompting you to follow her to the back entrance and into the restricted area behind.

“yeah,” you answer dismissively, “and what about it?”

“nothing,” jeongyeon follows, “she just seems a bit more focused now than before.”

“maybe i did.”

“oh have you, now?”

—

qualifying was the day after, and jihyo managed to get adequate hours of sleep before the wave of nervousness could settle in her body again. she got up early in the morning while you were knocked out, conjuring up a quick cup of coffee with the items provided from the hotel’s set hospitality package on the table next to the tv. stepping out to the balcony, she oversees the bustling atmosphere below at ground level.

her mind was calm, and she felt excited for another outing on the race track in the next few hours. there was no rush, but taking it easy didn’t feel much of a bad thing. she needed this, and before jihyo knew it, she turned around to see you already up on the bed.

morning preparation before the race went a little bit smoothly. drivers didn’t have to show up for another hour and a half, so jihyo took her sweet time in getting ready, not opting to shower until you went in first before her, so you did. while that was happening, jihyo hears her phone go off on the coffee table, picking it up to see that jeongyeon’s name came up on the screen. without a second thought, she picks up the phone, “hey jeong, what’s up?”

“is my racer ready for today’s quali session?” she asks through the speaker that makes jihyo chuckle when she plops on the couch, bunching up her legs on the cushion against the armrest.

“yes, i’m feeling pretty good about today. why’d you call?”

“just checking in on you.” jeongyeon answers, “you were pretty down in the dumps before the FP sessions so i didn’t want to assume that something was up? there isn’t, right?”

“no,” jihyo stops jeongyeon. “whatever it is that you’re thinking, it’s not the case.” she says. while that was happening, you walk out in a simple white tank-top with black underwear that exposed your toned body towards her, earning a puzzled look from jihyo to see that you left your pair of pants on the edge of the bed. “i know you’re not calling me just to do a checkup, did something else happen that i should know about?”

“is that jeong on the phone?” you interrupt with a lowered tone, noticing that jihyo was on speaker before she gave a simple look that makes you nod in realization.

“jeong,” jihyo begins again, “did you mess with the press behind my back?”

“i didn’t. but they kept pressing me about your poor performances so it was a bit difficult to deal with.” jeongyeon replies with disinterest to the question, “god, i hate journalists with a passion sometimes.”

“me too,” jihyo adds, “i just want to race, but i can’t help with the headaches i get when they ask me stupid questions about the simplest things”

you walk over to jihyo, leaning down to meet her lips when she looks up from the couch, a bit surprised from the sudden action and contact of your lips, closing one eye with a smirk while jihyo pulls the phone away from her face more. “what are y–”

jihyo then hears some background noise on jeongyeon’s end of the call, giving an indication that she’s near the track with the team, most likely with tzuyu who wanted to be ahead in the scheduling. “how busy is it down there?”

“very. typical monaco for a race weekend. nothing more or less to expect.” jenogyeon’s voice is drowned out by more voices. “when are you making your way down to the garage?”

your hands suddenly slide up jihyo’s cropped undershirt, causing her breath to hitch from the roughness of fingers skating along her fair skin, stopping just underneath the breasts to cup them, leaning for another kiss to put another push.

“i’ll be there in an hour,” jihyo answers, seeing that you’re trailing your way down to the edge of the seat, bringing her legs down from their folded position and slightly apart, “give or take thirty or so minutes.” her mind starts to wander with the feeling of her breasts on your hands, kissing her inner thigh close to the knee before trailing up.

“wasn’t sejong supposed to call you for a minute? i overheard something before you two got set up for fp3?” the questions keep on coming from jeongyeon, and jihyo is wondering if she’s also one of the annoying reporters asking the stupid questions.

“yeah,” jihyo’s breath catches when she feels your hands slide off her red shorts before she sees the garment tossed away to the bed, the warm air hot against the line of her thigh. “i had talked to her beforehand, just a short heart-to-heart like she always does with us before races.” she huffs out when you skate your thumb lightly on her clit sealing your mouth off to the side of her soaked slit.

“shit, am i supposed to go now?” jeongyeon asks again, and jihyo can’t think straight the second after she switched her phone to speaker, phone cast aside next to her, “i was supposed to meet up with tzuyu, but she’s already here ahead of you, which means that she’s eager to get going.”

“uh-huh,” jihyo says, letting a half-moan spill out accidentally but not audible enough for jeongyeon to hear through the phone. she picks up her tossed device, hoping to keep her mind off of you lashing your tongue against her cunt, savoring that leak slick some more when jihyo has her hand on the back of your head. “it’s because of the data that they collected the other day from practice, and the adjustment of the car they did with her rear wing.”

jihyo’s fingers grasp deeply against your scalp, her head falling back against the couch, mouth hanging low and breath getting heavier as you insert a finger inside that makes her eyes roll upwards. she’s supposed to be focused on the race, but how could she focus when you’re sucking the very life out of her on the morning of qualifying day?

“well, you better get here in the next hour. more drivers are coming in by the minute. momo!” jeongyeon says clearly into the phone now, “i’ll get going now, see you down in the garage.” and hangs up the second after.

jihyo looks down to the sight of you locking eyes with her, hungry with want, need, hunger, everything that’s within the margins of the word ‘craving, lapping up her slutty cunt as you please when you hear the overdue soundtrack of her hushed out moans finally being let out.

“fuck,” she groans out. “seriously, fuck you.”

you pull away, licking your upper lip before breaking a smile. contemplating on saying something to her that can ease jihyo’s mind of the image of you between her legs like this, but-

“you’re so cute,” you coo. “trying to stay professional with your manager while i’m fucking you this early?”

–jihyo’s gonna curse you for putting on this act, but the motivation is clearly there for her after last night’s conversation.

“mine, mine, mine, all mine.” you tell her, breath hot against her pussy and jihyo tries to say something coherent, but it’s all slurred and sloppy just when your tongue is swirling inside her core again.

“whatever, okay-uh-shit, you’re so fucking good at that.” and you’re grinding her cunt against your mouth, the room filling up with all of the bits of whining, gasping pleas the more you soak your face into her.

jihyo guides your free hand from the crease of her hip up to her breast, grasping it for dear life when she hitches the ball of her foot on top of your collarbone. “my–fuck, babe, just like that, you’re gonna fucking kill me like this.”

she’s jerking her hips against the sensation, the swipe of your tongue all over the molten heat of her pussy and the shoving of your two fingers right under your mouth, curling a finger to that spot that made her see the light for a split second before being brought back to earth.

“y/n, my god, you–”

the increase of moans only get louder when jihyo’s legs press your head, enveloping you like it’s the only oxygen needed in your life, and in a way, it is. right when jihyo’s eyes roll back into her head, the abrupt sound of her phone rings, and the movement comes to a solid stillness.

jihyo is immediately flushed when she pulls her head back from euphoria, the satiating ache of your mouth the only thing in her mind when you take your fingers out of her, hiding your bottom lip while your tongue licks off the rest. “you gonna answer that?”

as if it was a cardinal sin that you just committed, jihyo digs her head back into the cushions, closing her legs when you stand up and go on with your morning, successfully taking advantage of jihyo when she least expected it.

“you’re the worst.” she tells you, the sight of slipping into your pants for the day before looking back at her on the couch sitting up now. “i can’t believe-”

the phone is still ringing, and jihyo looks over to see sejong’s contact name on the screen. she won’t answer, it’s pointless since it’ll be the same stuff that she was told the other day.

so, she doesn’t pick up the phone. only solidifying your method to get her straight already working.

“might as well get ready now, you’ve got a long weekend ahead of you.”

—

few hours passed of preparation and once all of the routine checks around the car were good, jihyo got the signal and rolled out onto the track, completely in race mode getting some good laps on the track for qualifying.

the first two qualifying sessions went smoother than the team initially anticipated, flying with the pace to get the set fastest time within the top five racers left in q3. you see the list of the final racers on the top left of the screen in jihyo, sana, momo, tzuyu, and a surprise appearance of somi from bb block racing.

“alright jihyo,” her race engineer, keji, comes in through the radio, “good outlap, let’s get a gap going, five seconds out, and let’s set the bar with this first lap.”

“copy.” jihyo replies through with her foot to the floor on the main straight, dive bombing into turn one. she’s all too familiar with the iconic street circuit as it is; an okay performance in her first year finishing p11, a dnf after oversteering the nouvelle chicane, and last season where she improved a lot by finishing just outside the podium. jihyo knows that she’s fast when she clears the first and second sectors, but just manages to get the benchmark time to 1:12.141 to start things off.

“okay, so p1 at the moment, you’ve got both minatozaki and hirai both pushing up half a tenth. chou is also behind by more than half a second.” keji relays the information to jihyo while she hikes up beau rivage. “let’s keep this 10 second gap, and recharge on before we go again.”

“i can definitely push more than this,” jihyo says, “the car is nearly getting there.” she knows that she can get more out of it, and there’s still a good amount of time to get the car to perform perfectly.

the next seven minutes would see a trade off of sana getting pole, somi surprised the entire broadcast with a gauntlet time of 1:11.513 putting her p2. tzuyu couldn’t get her time to improve, so she stays in fourth. while that was happening, you watch the screen with jeongyeon back at the paddock as momo bumps sana’s time down to take pole away from her with a surprise time of 1:11.449 with two purple first and second sectores reflecting the time as the session neared its end.

“track is all yours park,” keji breaks through on the radio again before jihyo starts her final lap of the day, “make this lap count, all eyes are on you.”

jihyo got straight to business again, speeding down the corners and gliding with so much ease. the car itself can handle it, like it can literally do everything that jihyo wanted it to. pace felt amazing, and right when jihyo got around the annoying hairpin curve before reaching the tunnel, she knew that this lap was hers. gambling in the last sector before getting back on the main straight, literally wallriding her way to the finish line and once she crossed it, confusion and bliss plagued her mind.

“do we have it?” she asks on the radio, “tell me we have it!”

it all happened in a flash on the official broadcast, the glide of her car so instant that when jihyo crossed the line, the whole garage erupted when they saw the final time for qualifying: 1:11.267. nearly two hundredths faster than momo, celebrating with a clenched fist and a smile while jeongyeon clapped her hands together while shaking her head in disbelief.

“that’s pole position,” keji confirms. “don’t forget about slow mode by the way.”

“ha! had to pull that one out of my ass, but very very good today guys. well done.” jihyo chuckles and congratulates the team on the radio, but the job was merely halfway done.

—

another period of sleep passes, and jihyo’s on the track just minutes before the race starts. you’re watching the offical broadcast on the side of the garage, the camera cutting to a few notable celebrities that were in attendance: you, (because on the side you had a personality on the internet that the whole community adores and loves) mina, who was apart of the famous myoui family that had a stake of ownership in sana and momo’s racing team, tozaki motorsport, and as well as famous dj chaeyoung also coming out from performing prior to the race.

jihyo can’t help but feel nervous, knowing what’s at stake here if things do go south, but she’s smart enough to not think about that. the only thing that matters is to be in first, and to stay there.

“radio check?” keji asks once the pit crew members start to grab their things and break away from the grid.

“radio is good.” jihyo answers, fixing up her gloves before setting the dials on her wheel to the preferred setting as instructed.

one formation lap later and time seems to slow down once jihyo got into track position at the start. heartbeat thumping a lot more frantically, but her breathing helps calm it down only just a bit.

“focus on the lights.” keji instructs, and jihyo stares at the set just hanging above her. those five red lights emitting one by one, and then–

go.

right when the cars start to roll along the track, you can’t help but to smile at yourself in the manner of place that you’re in, same goes for jihyo. she’s chasing right at the beginning, hunting for that needed win. she’ll get it, because you’ll know that she won’t let go of first place. not for momo, not for sana, not even for tzuyu, she wants this more than any of the 19 drivers combined.

she’s running away with it, and everyone else is just trailing behind her.

it wouldn’t be until after the first 10 laps where they’d be an incident on the track caused by kazuha after colliding with somi, bunching up the pack under the safety car. you can’t help but look confused to see to see the pit crew members scramble about the garage, preparing for a change with the car.

“alright jihyo we’re gonna box this lap,” keji says on the radio, “safety car is in, so box now, box.” jihyo complies by pressing the ‘confirm’ button to pit before turning into the entrance of the pit lane. momo, sana, and tzuyu all do the same to take the chance during this window.

“wait, kej are we double stacking?” jihyo asks on the radio before turning into the designated area of their garage.

“we are double stacking,” keji answers, “we are also putting mediums over hards, hoping that they’ll do you some good over the first set of softs.”

“uh, are you sure about this?” jihyo asks again, rolling out of the pit lane under the limiter before accelerating out onto the main track.

“we should be okay for now, but i’ll brief you if there’s any changes.” keji updates one last time before the channel goes silent, and jihyo picks up her speed just a bit behind the safety car before the race could resume again.

the next few thirty to forty laps or so go smoothly between the alternating camera switches between the racers and the view of the track in that one area where it’s parked by yachts. you’re watching the list of drivers off to the left side of the broadcast to see that there were hardly any change of positions between the pack, but one thing that’s scratching your head was the small gap that momo had on jihyo, sana wasn’t too far behind momo also, which has you a little bit worrying.

“why is jihyo going a little bit slower than usual? is that just me?” jeongyeon asks you while you’re squinting to see what the problem is, and then it hits you.

“they fucked up the strategy with her.” you say, rubbing your eyes when the broadcast mentions that jihyo’s tires were only supposed to last about fifty laps or more, and it’s on the 61st lap of the race. “she should’ve been on the hard tires at the swap.”

“how did they do that?”

boo-di-boop, the iconic sound of the radio comes in on the broadcast with jihyo’s racing picture, and the motor is heard in the background of her microphone.

“kej, i can’t keep the car behind like this. my tires are dead.” you hear her say on the radio as she starts the next lap. “we’re gonna lose this race at this point if she keeps this up.”

“understood jihyo, just be aware of the pace that you’re going should be enough to keep up with the cars ahead.” keji replies on the radio channel as the camera panned to jihyo taking another move into the chicane towards the tunnel again.

“i can’t keep the car behind, keji!” jihyo exclaims in desperation while gripping the wheel, hitting another left curve on the track. “i can’t keep my focus on the tires if hirai is breathing on my ass!”

“copy, just maintain your heading.” keji answers back before she closes off the radio channel again.

your face is in your hands when you hear the commentator say that this was the ultimate challenge for jihyo who’s on the cusp of losing her first palace to momo just a few milliseconds behind, the front of her car just gaining on hers as the laps continue to pass.

jeongyeon can’t even look at the screen either, but she still watches as the conversational atmosphere in the garage kept everyone on the edge of their seats for what felt like an eternity.

“8 laps, 8 laps to go. we are on 70.” keji tells jihyo again to update her. she looks over to her front left tire that looks completely thrashed against the asphalt, glancing at her rear view mirror to see momo’s car just inching behind after her challenge in the second to last corner before the new lap.

“i don’t know what you guys were thinking when you gave me these tires, guys.” jihyo huffs out, the exhaustion getting to her given the heat of the car making her sweat a lot more. “you guys better pray for a miracle out of me.”

“understood jihyo, i’ll update you when we’re at four.” keji replies before giving her more space to concentrate.

jihyo knows the struggle so well, but she can’t get frustrated yet, not now. even when the car is a literal furnace nearing the end of this race, she’s willing to go all the way. four more laps pass, then three, then two, and finally–

“last lap, i’ll leave you to it.”

–the last comm from keji to let jihyo work her element, breezing past the corners so well, defending with her life against momo who was just less than 0.1 seconds behind. she’s in the last sector, past the pit lane entrance, you see the pit crew members scramble out to the crash fence near the start of the track, once they saw the glide of jihyo’s red car zoom past the checkered flag, jihyo let out a sigh of relief while you clenched both of your fists, smiling at the screen so stupidly.

—

jihyo doesn’t remember celebrating the trophy lift on top of the first place podium, conversing and talking with a whole wave of people congratulating with her on the race win, talking with momo and sana in the cooldown room and catching up with the all of the stuff in between the race. momo specifically gave her flowers and praise for going with the medium tires for nearly the entire race. it’s all a blur to her.

what she does remember, however–

is the whimper she lets out in your mouth when you pin her against the wall of the elevator, going back up to the hotel suite. she’s smiling against your lips when your hands are roaming her sweaty body, licking her clean and raising a leg up for you to press your thigh against her clothed core.

“mm” is what leaves your lips when you press more against jihyo’s face, tugging her bottom lip before soothing it with a lave of your tongue soon after. jihyo has her own initiative to this, like she deserved it and in which, she has. but you remind her again when you pinch the side of her waist that makes her gasp for air suddenly with a hand at your chest.

“babe,” she barely utters out from the unracked breathing, willing to fold and be sculpted in the ways you want her to be for you. “please, i–”

“what is it, sweetie?” you ask her, landing another stolen kiss that she receives beautifully, overwhelmed and having her lingering for more. jihyo can’t think straight when you’re the one leading a heated intimate moment like this, it’s unfamiliar - much added onto the fact that she lost about a good 3-4 pounds from the race which made her loopy due to the lack of blood flow in her brain. “i’m here, you can always tell me what’s going on.”

jihyo melts when you land the flat of your palm on her right cheek, like a dog with it’s owner asking for attention, she’s quick hum from the contact on your hand, eyes filled with constellations that look like dying stars, “baby, please…”

“please what, hm?”

she pouts, foot stomping on the floor with a low swinging fist. she’s having a temper tantrum like a kid. “you need to–”

“need me to do something?” you tell her, hand hiking up the inside of her leg, once tattered with scratches and marks left to fade away with the constant of time only for them to appear again. she’s mumbling, speaking nonsense when your fingertips tuck inside her pants with the fancy trick of unbuttoning them with just a hand. “you have to be a little bit more clear for me this time girlie. i can’t really hear what you’re saying if you’re gonna be acting all shy now.”

“i’m gonna go insane if you don’t…keep going…” jihyo mumbles, eyes to the ground, hand in yours while you close the distance again. instead of landing a kiss on her chin, you let your lips just float over her neck while she tries to collect her thoughts.

“with what, honey?”

“your hands…your lips…i’m gonna-i’m gonna go fucking insane if you don’t touch me right now.”

“yeah, i thought so.” is what comes out of your mouth. and with perfect timing, the elevator dings, opening the door out to the hallway, grabbing her hand and briskly making a break back to the suite.

the door opens quickly as it closes, followed by the shuffling of shoes being taken off and jihyo’s back is against the wall again. you’re cupping her face in your hands, running a thumb over her lips before diving back for another kiss. she jumps the gun when her hands fling forward towards your sweater, eager to rip it off; you can’t help but chuckle at how jihyo was in the span of a few days.

your hands find her wrists, putting them against the drywall. “you’re so cute like this.” you mumble out, lifting jihyo’s chin slightly to drink in the sight of her flushed cheeks, the small parting between her lips, and the irresistible look she’s leaving you with. “my beautiful girl. you did a great job today.”

“huh?” jihyo flushes more when you strip off the cotton blend of your sweater, leaving your body, unclasping your bra soon after. she can’t process the events that are happening and before she knows it, your lips were on her neck again, sucking harshly.

“hnn,” is the only thing jihyo manages to say, feeling her clothes being dragged away. the jacket, the undershirt, the bra, leaving her tits exposed out for the space to be filled in. jihyo squirms when your mouth starts to sweep from her neck down to her chest, gripping your hips when your tongue hits the bud of her nipple, lightly biting it just to test the waters. “my god..shit.”

a cry cuts through when you slide her further up the bed, taking the unbuttoned pants that you opened back in the elevator off her legs. the drag, that little delay of friction with your movements. jihyo presses her legs together to calm the needy ache that her core needs when her panties are the last thing that comes off, completely naked now for you to ruin her.

“my baby needs to be cleaned up after a long race, no?”

“fuck–”

“speak up, princess.”

“do your worst.” and the snort that comes up is interchanged with what she says next. “go ahead, put your hands all over me, grab my neck if you want, split me apart like nothing else matters.”

this was a different way to get things around, but when you part her legs to see those glistening lips, you can’t help but bite your lip at the sight. it’s funny how jihyo shivers just a bit when you slide down the same way you did the other morning while she was on the phone with jeongyeon, but now with no more outside interruptions, you could gladly take your time with her, or not.

either way, she’s gonna be begging for more at this second.

“are you sure?” you ask her. “does my pretty driver deserve this reward for putting up with my shit last time?”

“yes,” jihyo groans out when you stick your tongue out the inside of her leg, moving up. “fuck yes, please. y/n–mmn.”

you mutter something, or it could’ve been a hushed growl of some sort, no matter. when your tongue slides up her leaking entrance, the sigh of relief for jihyo to be used like this, it all seems paid off in a way. she deserves this, driven beyond horny that not even the others could properly explain.

jihyo can’t function at all. the way your tongue flattens out entirely, chest open to the air and head sinking back into the satin pillowcases. she’s pressing her hands over your head before you divert them to the mattress, biting harshly on her clit that makes it stretch out away from her body, even if it was about a centimeter or two.

“hnn–no, bab–i need your–”

“shh,” kissing her sweaty abs, hips bucking when you cup her pussy just slightly from the twinge of overstimulation. “i know, don’t worry. i’m gonna treat you right this time, and you’ll be thanking me later.”

you could hear her whimper when you dive headfirst again.

fucking her dumb was the point in all of this, ears filled up the brim of her constant babbling of how much you’re taking care of her. she’s exhausted from the race, yes. but with how you prompted her to be splitting her insides apart with your fingers, she could go for more, and she will.

“fuck–my–bab–god—” jihyo mumbles out, and she’s trembling. she’s on another echelon past cloud nine, and this feeling of being the one to receive rather than give is completely new to her. your eyes perk up to see her head tossing and turning, losing focus slightly when she looks down to see you become cross-eyed, drunk on the scent of sex filling your senses.

“please-please-please-please-please, you’re gonna make me–ngh!”

it’s hot, messy, the molten core of it all enough to burn right through you when she cums. jihyo feels a few streams of tears fall from her cheeks, sobbing uncontrollably when you fuck her through her orgasm. her legs close around your head tightly, toes curling inward to the point that they actually look like fists. you eventually pull away, towering over her, milking the sight of her flustered face, heavy breathing, the small shake you see in her shoulders.

you lick your fingers in front of her, and jihyo just bites her lip in anticipation. “so good, always.” you tell her and she sighs. “i hope you’re ready for more.”

jihyo nods.

the way that she’s sprawled, pliable, like a lump of clay in your hands, she’s liquid enough for you to mold and twist in every way that you can. going for another kiss, your hands are quick to find her breasts. you shift slightly to put your knee between jihyo’s cunt, making her yelp lightly against your teeth.

resting your head on hers, she stops for a quick breath, “i’m getting dizzy…” jihyo mutters, pulling you in for another kiss like her life depended on it. this was the best version of jihyo you ever got out of her.

you pull away, kneading her breast before skating down to the side of her waist, dipping down for another mark left on her neck. she’ll be able to wash the sweat away, but you kinda feel bad for the concealer box that’s sitting on the vanity. the buttery smooth glide of your fingers against her slit makes the air coming from her lungs stop at the bottom of her throat.

“need me some more?”

“y-yes baby.”

“how bad do you need this?” you ask her again, sucking harshly on the firm collarbone that makes jihyo chuckle turned into another throaty moan.

“very bad, just please–put it in already.”

shaking your head, it’s amazing how she can be competent one part of the day to cracking under the fault of your touch. “what my driver needs.” and you slip two fingers in her walls. she’s so fucking slick for it, it’s unreal.

taking it easy isn’t the right route no more, so you push. pounding, keeping pace while your mouth is working her chest again. jihyo is a mess, it’s getting hectic. her moans are like a siren calling out in the sea late at night, urging you to throw all rationality out the window, to fuck this woman to the brink of oblivion.

jihyo knows you’re good at what you do, “god, my beautiful sweetheart. all fucked good because you won the race again. this is what happens when you come in first.”

literally.

the angle isn’t optimal, so you raise her leg up. jihyo flips the pillow over her head, putting her face near the headboard of the bed, and you continue to let your hand get caught in the tornado of slick between skin-on-skin. the moans themselves are so loud enough that you might as well open the window for the whole world to hear.

you’re pulling her apart, jihyo isn’t even crying anymore. she’s gone quiet, eyes rolled back while her singular foot is just dangling up in the air. she’s tense one second, then loose the next. her hand grips the bedsheets on instinct, and she’s slurring her words by the beat of your heart.

“more,” the girl with her body mangled on the bed by you says, complaining, and that’s your cue to really fuck her brains out.

“c-c-clo–i-babe-i can’t-”

“close?”

jihyo just nods, mouth hanging open in pure unraveling.

“so fucking pretty.” you tell her, dipping for a passionate kiss, your left arm swooping under the arch of her back while the other is preoccupied with the relentless stroke of your hand inside her. you let your face float over hers when the slightest curl of your knuckles sends her over the edge, and she clenches your fingers with her walls.

the pace slows down, and you slide your fingers out, placing jihyo’s own essence for her to taste. christ, it’s a fucking sight for you, the wave of lust fading away and everything is goes back to normal when you see jihyo’s sleepy smile break through. your body just tumbles over onto her, wrapping your arms around her chest, lightly squeezing from behind, but careful enough to not overdo it. some minutes pass and jihyo turns her head to meet your eyes.

you’re locked in a small staring contest before she leans for a lazy kiss on the bottom of your chin. it’s calming in each other’s embrace before falling asleep just seconds after.

—

post race mornings are always slow, and jihyo wakes up to see you sitting up already ahead of the expected routine. she shuffles over to kiss your shoulder before resting against your body some more, the drowsiness still present in her mind.

“you look awful.” you tell her, and jihyo just grumbles with a lose hand hitting your leg over the covers. “i take it that you finally got your priorities straight.”

“only because you had to make me think about you over racing, but i’m sorry.”

“don’t be, it looked like you enjoyed that race yesterday.”

silence fills up the room again before jihyo rubs her eyes and stretches before she sighs, and you can feel a question coming up in her brain. “y/n.”

you hum, turning over to see the cover drop down to her waist, showing the marked chest and line of hickeys all over her neck. smiling, you let your head fall forward to hide the blush coming through your cheeks with the amount of work you did all over jihyo. “what’s up, ji?”

jihyo reaches over the pile of her tossed pants to pick up her phone, scrolling to see the numbers of notifications that she had ignored from the day before, reading all of the previewed messages from everyone that she could see in a blink or two.

“was it really necessary to get me fucked while i was on the phone with jeong yesterday?”

you don’t even answer that question.

#hyunie #twice x reader #kpop x reader #kpop smut #twice smut #park jihyo #twice jihyo #jihyo smut #jihyo x reader

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DPXDC Prompt #58 Part 4

The living room and kitchen were deserted, neither Danny nor Jazz expected anyone as it was normal for their parents to essentially live in the basement only coming up for meals once or twice a month to ‘eat as a family’, these would consist mostly of fast food as no one trusted anything cooked in their kitchen.

They shared a glance as they opened the basement door and headed down. The dimly lit basement held the giant hole in the wall, the so-called portal, a massive metal spectacle with wires and interconnected circuitry met together to create an unholy abomination of science. Or at least that’s what Jazz called it once when they were in her room venting about the situation.

“JAZZ!! DANNY!!” their overzealous father yelled as he bounded over.

Their mom walked over too, seeming to be happy for their return, “your father and I could barely contain our excitement all day!! Go on put on your hazmat suits.” their mom gestured over to the lockers that held the suits. Both of their parents' lockers tended to be quite empty since they practically lived in them, to the point where they had several copies of the same suits that they’d wash and reuse. Danny and Jazz only had the ones, Jazz had a nice dark violet color with black gloves and boots. Danny had black gloves and boots too but his was white to make it look like he was an astronaut, something that he had mixed feelings on. Both of these used to have a giant picture of Jack’s head on it but it was quickly removed by both siblings.

They quickly put the suits on over their uniforms and joined their parents behind some glass near the portal. It wasn’t closed off or anything and Danny didn’t think it would be able to prevent something like an explosion from charing all of them but it’s hard to have faith in parents who've missed so much because of the stupid portal, or at least that’s how Danny felt.

Jazz and Danny huddled together behind their parents as their mom did some final checks on a clipboard, “alrighty we should be all good, Hun you ready to throw the switch?” their mom asked their dad. “As ready as I’ll ever be!” Jack yelled as he threw down the switch.

…

A few sparks erupted from the portal but other than that nothing happened.

Their dad, frustrated at this angrily tried turning it off and on again but nothing but another smaller spark and then truly nothing.

Another low frustrated growl left their dad as he and mom walked back up the steps, “alright I’m taking a break.” Jack said, almost defeated, sounding, “I’m sorry but I really thought we had it this time.”

“Oh come on, Jack, let’s go out, I’m sure the kids were probably going over to the Wayne’s again anyways. Let’s go out and have a fun night then sleep on it.” their mom said, patting dad on the shoulder. They shared a fond look and then went upstairs probably to get ready.

Danny and Jazz stood at the bottom of the stairs and shared a look.

“They gave up too fast again…” Jazz noted.

“I guess, what do we do now?” Danny asked.

“I’m still a little curious about the portal but I don’t want to keep Damian, Tim or Alfred waiting,” Jazz said with a hand on her cheek.

“We could invite them in, I know we haven’t before but maybe Tim would know how to get it working, he is pretty good with technology.” Danny reasoned. Neither of them really wanted to involve the Wayne’s in their family’s shenanigans but at this point they were all friends and Damian and Tim were bound to find out how weird their family was at some point anyways.

Jazz stood there seeming to think things over before she nodded, “alright I trust your judgment but we’ll have to be careful okay?”

Danny smiled at her, “of course, what’s the worst that could happen?”

This is what led to the four of them standing at the bottom of the stairs. Their parents had left about an hour ago. Danny and Jazz were still in their suits with Tim without one and made to sit with Jazz behind the glass and Damian and Danny planning to explore the actual tube.

“I don’t want to chance you getting hurt,” he said to her as he made her stand next to Tim.

Damian and Danny shared a look and nodded before heading into the tube.

They looked around for a while but didn’t see much besides the interconnected wires on the floor of the lab. Damian took the right side while Danny took the left. They worked their way up and down the tube. Damian was a little ahead of Danny on their way out. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.

When they were almost out Danny lost his footing, his hand flying out in front of him. A soft click was heard and time seemed to crawl to a stand still.

Danny couldn’t stand the thought of his friend getting hurt because of him and he felt a rush of adrenaline. He ran as he felt a swirl of energy and electricity surround his body.

“DANNY!! DAMIAN!!” he heard both Tim and Jazz shout as he reached Damian who was at the mouth of the portal.

A quick shove was all it took to get Damian, who had turned towards him at the sound of the shout, out of the portal.

“DANIEL!!” he heard Damian shout as the portal activated on top of him, surrounding his body with swirling green.

Blinding pain shot through Danny, feeling as if he was being torn apart and put back together again and again.

He figured he was dying but at least he could protect those he cared about. He was able to shove Damian out of the portal in time, and Tim and Jazz were safely behind the blast glass.

He wouldn’t ever be able to fly among the stars as an astronaut but he was able to protect. His family and friends were safe and that’s all that mattered.

He could allow himself to succumb to the darkness as the electricity and pain consumed him whole.

#dp x dc prompt #danny fenton #danny phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #poor danny #Main character death #Danny died #Jazz Fenton is traumatized #Tim Drake is traumatized #Damian Wayne is traumatized #Everyone gets traumatized #Danny himself gets majorly traumatized #Character Trauma #Depictions of death #Described death scene #Everyone is going to struggle with this #I bought a new chromebook and it's easier to type so I should be getting these out sooner #It'll probably get worse for Danny before it get's better but that's how these things go #Tim was thinking it was safe to let them search in the tube because Damian was with Danny #Damian thought it was safe because he's an ex-assassin and robin #Jazz trusted his brother to know how to be careful #Whoops Danny tripped and now he's dead #my asks are open #all my prompts are free to use #no beta we die like Danny #Google Docs is my beta

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l0tt1emy · 7 hours

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Ghostfacelottie Matthews x Fem!reader

Summary: Lottie isn't wrong for being a ghostface, you're wrong for trying to let her

A/n: Thank you for the 174 followers :(( it's a lot for me, alsoo This is so long and I haven't even finished this..please don't kill me, Maybe I'll make a part2..that looks horrible for me ngl, please don't read this if from the mentioned warnings it seems weird, I thought a lot about writing this ;P no proofhead, bcs lil bro karol it's lazy

Warnings: Smut, Dom!lottie, this summary maybe don't make sense ;P READER IS A FUCKED WITH HEAD PROBLEMS and lottie too, Possessive jealousy, knife play, name written on the thigh, lick blood, masturbation with a (fake) gun, dubcon

This happening was definitely not in Lottie's plans, She definitely shouldn't do that, not to her girlfriend, but who can blame her so much

Lottie was overflowing with jealous, she was always a controlled person, that's in her mind, she hated that things didn't go the way she wanted and had to do something about it.

Her footsteps now resound through your shared dorm with Natalie, this past few weeks Natalie was more intimate than usual, she started talking to you more and asking for help with Travis, about how she wanted to have sex with him or even the things she wanted to do, and lottie didn't seem to like it at all

Your routine was very complicated and you were the busiest person on your team, you had to check the equipment together with Misty, and you were also the person who sometimes played the role of leader when Jackie wasn't there, throwing parties in your dorm. with natalie and letting the girls sleep there, today was not a different day, you were the last one to arrive at the dorm and lottie knew it, leaving her proper dorm 2 hours early to enter your shared dorm and stab natalie 10 times allegedly , she would have already died

But you were too tired to notice that, your heavy steps on the soft carpet that Lottie bought to put on your bedroom door rubbed your feet, and you just went into your room without even talking to Natalie

you just locked your door and ripped off your pants and blouse, putting on a small pair of shorts that didn't hide anything, and wearing a bra as you lay down facing the ceiling, trying to think about anything other than the million tasks for the next day, so the more you thought the more your eyes closed. unconsciously, until you sleep

lottie was on the way to your window as always, when you guys started dating, you couldn't stop having sex, but natalie couldn't see her coming in through the front doors, so she chose to go in through your window open

So the phone rings making your body twitch and scaring you a little because your room is quiet, you turn your body a little towards the headboard still with your eyes closed, unable to find your cell phone so you finally open your eyes, your pupils burning from the small glow in the middle of your room, then you see the name "shana S22" on the screen

sighing dramatically you just drag your finger to the screen, having to repeat the same movement twice "Hello? are you there?" Shauna's strangely hoarse voice sounds softly in the room "What happened?" "Natalie isn't answering my messages" shauna's voice resonates, she seems anxious "I was going to surprise Jackie" she says "she was going to help me" she adds, as if you had demanded

"okay...hm..." You say sleepily and get up, the bed creaking slightly "I'll call her" you say and shauna immediately says "Wait" she says and you raise an eyebrow "what do you want shauna, I want to go back to sleep" the line goes silent, just a breath being heard "Fuck you shaun-" the room window closes and you look back quickly, seeing the window closed, your knees bend with a strange sensation in your belly, but not from fear..

You look at your cell phone and turn it off, throwing it on the bed and quickly running to your window and seeing nothing, what if it's a thief? comes to your mind, why would they rob you now? Then a click resonates towards your closet. Did someones break into your dorm? your thoughts running wild and going to natalie

you quickly open your door running to the other side of the dorm, knocking on natalie's door, silence is what you hear

"natalie!" you call, not wanting to wake the neighbors, nothing is heard, you can feel yourself breaking out in a cold sweat, you couldn't die like this

you knock on the door louder but then a gloved hand pulls your hand making your body turn towards the sound and a burning sensation passes through the side of your neck, a cold round sensation

your face is forced to look straight ahead, your vision blurring with fear and tears burning your eyes

"Shh baby..." a male voice resonates and sends shivers down your spine "look how beautiful you are" the person speaks in your ear and a hand goes to your belly

You should feel scared, but a strange feeling passes through you "Don't worry about that bitch" the person says "she doesn't matter now" the person adds coldly

You start to feel a lump forming in your throat, your eyes twitching as you try to think of something but your mind is foggy with fear and strange feelings, you never thought you would be right now with a killer reaching up and touching you

the person turns you around to face their body, leaving you facing them, their mask giving you goosebumps, the person takes their hands to the waistband of your shorts and you freeze without knowing what to know, the person takes the gun to your head and your lips tremble

" I bet you'd love to be fucked dumb" the person murmurs, the gloved hand coming out of the waistband of your shorts and being taken off, revealing feminine hands??..

The hand goes back up your body and sinks into your panties, and you can't move away, your body locks in place, your eyes looking at the mask, tears blurring your vision "Please let me go" you say, your voice shakes a little, and you expected anything other than a familiar, feminine laugh to brush your neck, you feel the tears growing “I thought you liked this" A familiar hushed voice rings out "I mean" "You seem to like it, you're so wet" the voice rings out teasingly and you feel your cheeks turning pink

you can't recognize the voice that much because the mask seems to muffle it a lot, the hand rubs your clitoris and you put your hand on the person's arm, not knowing whether to move away or bring the person closer, a low moan escapes your lips "I I'd be mad at you if you weren't so hot right now" the voice says, more familiar now, then the hand with the gun drops and your shoulders drop, relieving the tension you didn't even know you had

The hand goes to the bottom of the mask, pulling it up and revealing wavy and slightly messy hair, then when it touches the mask, it is removed and you see a cruel and familiar smile appear in your eyes, your pupils dilating that was Lottie

You burst into tears, unable to believe for even a second that it was Lottie, you try to move away and her hand throws the mask on the floor and grabs your arm, her eyes looked like pins "So is it bad when I reveal myself? You Are you a slut and want to be fucked by a stranger?" she says with a smile "Not for your girlfriend?" she growls

" W-what..I don't want this" you say turning your face away from hers, she presses the gun against your head again "will you shut up and let me do what I want" she hisses with her teeth clenched "or I'll blow your head off" she adds getting close to his neck as she starts kissing him, nibbling and sucking the sensitive flesh, her hand returning to your shorts

She lowers the gun to your abdomen, while her mouth moves to your throat, kissing it aggressively and moving up to your mouth, kissing you desperately, each movement giving you the shivers of the gun rubbing your skin

she kisses you aggressively, without waiting for air to breathe, sticking her tongue in to taste you, not even seeking permission, she puts her hand on your waist and you stagger towards the wall still kissing her, she quickly takes off your shorts and throws them anywhere from the ground and lowering the gun to your core, you immediately startled and moaned, and felt your lower lip being nibbled aggressively

you move and the gun gives the right amount of friction to your sensitive clit, lottie notices this and moves the gun up and down quickly on your clit, you feeling dirty for getting the perfect sensation to cum right now with a fucking gun which was definitely used to kill someone

Lottie reaches up to your back with one hand and reaches for the clasp of your bra, opening it clumsily with one hand, falling to the floor then, you in Lottie's view were like a feast, your hardened nipples beckoned and invited her to taste, Without even waiting a minute, she sinks her lips onto her left breast, sucking it and licking it, making circles with her tongue, then her weapon continues caressing her clit, a strange sensation coming, you couldn't cum just from that, it's a shame

you squeeze the nothing, your pussy desperate for more and your hips fail, swaying unconsciously towards the gun, seeking more friction, Lottie releases your breast with a pop and kisses you again, rubbing your clit harder "Are you going to cum from just this?slut" lottie says with an approving tone, rubbing harder, your hips kept seeking more friction like a slut, within a minute the sensation breaks, your head fogged with no coherent thoughts, you mumble something and grab the Lottie's shoulder to keep from falling while her mouth continues to be used by Lottie

She moves away her weapon which was now a little wet, a stark contrast to her panties which were soaked, if that wasn't an understatement to say so

She squats down and a tsk is heard, she turns your panties aside revealing your swollen and wet folds, Lottie slowly takes two fingers to your entrance and bends them collecting your sperm, she stands up and opens your mouth forcefully, sticking her fingers there inside, you felt disgusting, the taste of your own arousal on your tongue, you suck her fingers without hesitation

Lottie pulls them away and instead uses her own mouth, feeling her arousal herself, she moans dramatically "So good" she murmurs unconsciously

Lottie pulls your hips and lifts you up without any effort, taking you to your room and purposely leaving the door open, she throws you on the bed and gets below you, your face flushes with embarrassment and you close your thighs, being quickly reprimanded, Lottie Slaps her right thigh, which makes her red, then Lottie pulls a small knife from her pocket, her eyes widen "You're going to love this.." she says in a sensual murmur "Love being marked by me" she adds "so everyone knows who your owner is, and it's not Natalie" she ends up taking the knife an inch from your right thigh, you start to prepare for the pain, but then Lottie doesn't move making you sigh in disappointment, a laugh teasing rings in your ears and you feel like sinking into a hole "Please just stop-" a sharp pain soon turned into pleasure passes through your thigh, your clit pulsing in response, Lottie slowly tears your skin, the blood soon getting visible and Lottie smiling in response, she makes the letter L on her thigh and walks away, her thighs inevitably shaking

Lottie blows on the wound and you moan softly, the feeling is very strange

Lottie then opens her mouth her tongue sticking out and licks the wound, her tongue being stained red, Lottie's pupils dilate and she gives a smile "So sweet" she murmurs and licks more closing her eyes, after a moment She takes the knife and slowly drags it across your skin, your thigh shaking in pain, she takes her hand and forces your thigh to the bed, tearing the letter O on it, and taking a moment to admire what she did, her eyes were looking closely at the blood, your pulse quickening

She takes her thumb and rubs it on the wound, the pain slowly penetrating, Lottie raises herself up a little and brings her thumb to your lips signaling for you to open them, and you do willingly feeling the taste of your own blood, the taste was really sweet, Your head goes foggy and you close your eyes as you feel Lottie's weight leave your side

Your mind is too hazy to process and for a second you think you would have passed out if it weren't for Lottie's hand on your waist aggressively pushing you forward, you open your eyes quickly your body twitching as you feel a round tip at your entrance

You open your eyes and see Lottie with a pink strap looking straight into your eyes, for a second you feel like she's going to drill your head with it, until her eyes stray to your core and take two fingers to your entrance, rubbing it teasingly "I'm going to fill you up baby" she whimpers approaching you, your eyes widen when you see the size of the strap, it was too big it wouldn't fit

"Lottie don't-" "yes" she interrupts you "I'll make it fit" she says in a whisper, grabbing your hips and rubbing the tip at your entrance, She pushes in with ease, your hips and hers collide

#l0tt1emy only #lottie mathews #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets fic #yellowjackets x you #Yellowjacket x reader #lottie matthews #lottie matthews smut #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews x you #yellowjackets smut #charlotte matthews x reader #charlotte matthews

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lawless-walrus · 3 days

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NUCLEAR YAP

spoilers for S3E12 of midst

Weepe and Saskia’s relationship has occupied my damn brain space since inside, and their reunion has been my most anticipated event to happen in ANY media since we learned in breakfast that Saskia was going to the light with Harry. One little pet peeve I’ve had with not writing this sooner is seeing people be very reductive with what’s gonna happen, or even their relationship. Which is easy to fall into, considering weepe doesn’t seem to be anything other than an opalescent, weird, evil bastard when you shine a light on him. But just like his body, there are very dark things hiding within his character. And a big part of season 3 has been seeing those dark things finally begin to show. So let’s get inside these 2 characters heads fully and completely, to understand their relationship with eachother.

Both Saskia and weepe are mysterious characters at first, on the second episode the only thing we are sure of either of them is that they run the black candle, are criminals, and are a bit quirky. Concord is even initially taken aback by the funky dynamic they had. Let’s start with Saskia, who, for all that she has to hide, is much more clear to us as a character than Mr. Moc Weepe. She was the owner of the black candle cabaret, which weepe says in was kind of crappy when he first saw it, before he stepped in to help make it the very successful business it is. And she’s also a valorous trustee, which means she immigrated to midst from the Un before weepe did. She’s been in midst for a very long time. Infact, she was one of the first settlers of stationary hill back in 598. Judging that she’s in her early 40’s according to Sara in the tumblr AMA, Saskia would be at most 18 when she arrived at stationary hill, meaning that she has been a part of Stationary hill and midst for both the entirety of its life, and for the entirety of her adult life. She would die for this place. Twice. She’s been shown time and time again to be an idealist and someone who deeply cares about each and every member of this community. And that extends to Mr. Moc Weepe. To quote her in Coda “See, I told you! I promised I was gonna work on him.”. What this line implies is that upon arriving on stationary hill, people were quick to assume/realize that Moc Weepe is kind of a freak. He’s not someone anyone would like working at their place of business based on first impressions. But Saskia is an idealist, and partnered with weepe anyway. And he seems to have been a very good bet, as he has transformed the black candle cabaret into an enviable establishment across the cosmos. Weepe was an exceptional justification of her idealism.

Was.

Saskia was disappointed when Weepe betrayed her. Not shocked. Disappointed. She was so upset that the man she helped get better, the person who helped her in-turn turn the black candle cabaret into something special, someone who, like Saskia, had gotten involved in the community enough these last 6-7 years to earn the nickname the mayor of stationary hill, would fuck her and everything else over. She thought, hoped, he had changed. And Moc Weepe seems to believe in interest that he’s incapable of that. That he is a man who cannot do good. But moving beyond business partners for a second. In the quote I’m pulling from coda early on in the last paragraph, just before weepe mentions that Saskia really had to pull his leg to come on stage and sing with her. Which begs the question, why does she want to sing with him? An answer so easy it’s almost a no brainer to bring up. Saskia wanted to sing with weepe because she likes singing with weepe, because she cares about weepe. And weepe tore out her heart not just by betraying everyone, to the trust, but by proving Saskia wrong. That being patient with him, that loving him (whatever form that love may be), was an unwise decision. In episode 16 of season 2, she through away the nutcracker for 2 reasons. 1 to not give Meryl any hints that it was weepe or someone involved in the cabaret who killed Atticus (which she instantly realizes and suspects when she learns he is dead), and to remove any trace of weepe from her life. Helping that man may still be in the cards, Saskia isn’t a spiteful person. She could’ve killed weepe in the tearorr if she wanted to. She is still an idealist. But being close with him again. Him becoming a part of her life again. That is something she does not want. Unfortunately for her however. She is now in a city ruled by him, a fact that she brings up twice in episode 3x10. And yet she stays behind to help lark and Phineas. Even though she is determined to keep weepe out of her life. She will not run.

Moc Weepe was someone else once. Maybe we’ll never know who exactly that was. But we do know that he was the Baron of Fold Shallows before Kozma. He too would’ve been young when midst was founded. Quite young when he was put in a mica maiden and dropped into the fold abyss. A boy you could say. And ever since then, he has stated that the only thing keeping him together was the thought of seeing Kozma Lazlo again and turning her into a nice damp puddle. In interest, he states that midst was supposed to be a quick pit stop. But he ended up staying there instead. For up to 7 years. She made him stay. Weepe is an incredibly cynical person. Weepe has rarely a nice thing to say about any character he interacts with in the entire series. He has never, not even once, been interested in one of Imelda’s speeches about doing the right thing. And he has a very nihilistic attitude about doing what he has to to survive. But while he certainly took a radical business minded, capitalist, hustle grind mindset while running the black candle cabaret, he seemed to start doing more than just surviving. He accidentally made a home there. He stayed in one place for too long, and put down roots without meaning too (sound familiar Lark) He usually doesn’t give a shit about consequences, but he cared then. He cared about Saskia’s opinion of him. Because she believed in him. In the Arca chamber, in what he perceived to be potentially his final moments, he called out to her, as if in his deluded state, Saskia would be the one to save him from the other side. And in some ways she did. She gave him a place to stay, a business partnership, an opportunity to do good. And he was doing it.

Despite what weepe says about that he would’ve fucked the black candle over later if he didn’t do it now, he didn’t fuck the black candle cabaret over for 4 years. In fact, when it was raided, it was in the best state it had ever been in. And when he ran out of the cabaret with only his medical case, he almost cried because he was leaving her and this wonderful place behind for good.

Weepe is now tripotentiary, and has killed Kozma Lazlo. He is the richest person in the entire cosmos. And yet Saskia Del Norma still keeps coming up, even though she is not there. In his mind and everyone else around him, she is gone forever. He left her, and she will never come back. We’ve talked before how cult psychology works best without other relationships outside the cult. Weepe only became forced to be a trustee because the islet of midst, the black candle cabaret, and Saskia del Norma, are all gone forever to him. He has no one but Imelda (who is a whole can of worms I’ll get into some other day). And like Saskia, we get to contrasting reactions from weepe about the other. When weepe is dying in the Arca chamber, he reaches out to Saskia. When he’s at his lowest, when all is lost, he turns to the one person who believed in and cared about him. But when he’s reminded of her or the ruin of midst, like in episode 5 and 12 of season 3, he gets anxious, and steers the conversation elsewhere, rather aggressively in interest. He physically reacts to both times it’s brought up. In his new life as leader of the trust, as that old him who ruled over a vast number of islets with an ironfist, that opportunity he once had to be a good person in his and others eyes makes him very uncomfortable. He doesn’t want that reminder of when his cynicism weakened, the reminder that he gave up on being good, to come with him into his life as Baron again. But, in inside he still called to Saskia in that chamber. And he doesn’t know she’s alive. He doesn’t know that the person who once cared for him is in the light right now. And if he meets her, if he sees that she is there and real, he will not run.

(I’m still working on my essay for Imelda, I’ve been working on it for 2 weeks.)

#midst #midst podcast #moc weepe #saskia del norma #Most sane Moc Weepe fan #midst spoilers

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shiin-ye · 10 hours

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༊『Burning to Haze』𓇢𓆸

PART 1

༊ Summary : A mistake,led to your world crumbling. A decision,led to him losing you. Now to pick up the pieces of the shattered once again...

༊ Tags : fluff,memory loss,Satoru Gojo x sorcerer!reader

༊ Word count : 2.3k

༊ A/N : BEFORE ANYTHING!! I love this one :) Likes,comments and reblogs are really appreciated!

Once in a month.

That was how often you saw him. And even then he wouldn't drink,unlike his friend who drinks until she passes out. "I'll have a soda." He always says.

At first,you thought it was weird. People go to bars to drink,right? He doesn't,apparently.

That wasn't the only weird thing about him though.

His hair was white. Snowy white. When he didn't seem to be old enough to have his hair losing its color. Maybe he dyed it? You thought.

His hair aside,he always wears a black blindfold with the same outfit. Halloween's already over right? You bet he has very pretty eyes though,and that whatever he wears will look good on him. Now don't ask where did that come from. You just know it. Duh,you bet he looks great without wearing anything too. But control your thoughts when you're working,please?

He wasn't on your mind that much. He only comes once a month...or he used to come once a month.

Because he started coming twice a week since a month ago for whatever reason he has.

You would approach him,why not? Only if he didn't hold such crazy cursed energy.

You wouldn't want to be a part of jujutsu society again. Never again.

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He enters the bar in his usual style. How does he look so good in such a weird style?

"A soda,please." Predictable. You pour him a glass of soda with a few ice cubes.

"You got a nice amount of cursed energy. I don't understand why you don't put it to use." He says,out of the blue,causing you to freeze at his words. "Six ice cubes." He plays with his glass,watching the ice cubes swim freely on the surface of the liquid. "Is this a coincidence or you know something about me?"

You finally look at him,trying your best to look as apathetic as you can. "I'm afraid I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about,sir."

He chuckles with that warm mature voice. You swear it sounds familiar. "Too bad,I guess." He downs the rest of his soda. "What a waste,you'd make a fabulous sorcerer." And he pays before he leaves.

You? You don't realize you've been holding your breath till you see the doors of the bar close,him and his cursed energy disappearing behind them.

Whatever that was,you don't want to find out. You're not going to let a random weird guy with crazy cursed energy ruin the life you struggled to create for yourself out of that damn world of jujutsu.

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You pull the cool night air into your lungs. "God,I hate the smell of alcohol..."

"Honestly,same. So why won't you become a sorcerer instead of working in such place?" You just at the familiar voice.

He's leaning against the wall with his hands shoves in his pocket and a smirk attached to his face. "I do-"

He brings up his hand to stop you. "You have two options in front of you. Return at will,with me. Or...you can wait until the higher-ups come and take you by force. In their eyes,you're an important piece who also happen to hold a lot of information"

He pauses,then chuckles. With that same warm voice. "Oh,don't be so stiff now. I went out of my way to create the best case scenario for you."

You frown. "Who are you?"

His face splits into a grin. "I'm Satoru Gojo,a special grade sorcerer." He brings down his blindfold and your breath catches in your throat as his beautiful cerulean eyes lock onto yours. You were right. His eyes are indescribably mesmerizing. "I think we have that in common,former special grade sorcerer,y/n y/l/n. Now,choose."

You grit your teeth,your frown deepening as you look away. "Tsk..."

He steps closer,grabs your chin and tilts your head so that you're looking at him. "Come back with me,y/n,and I promise I won't let anyone hurt you."

"How can you guarantee that?" You mutter.

"Well I'm not sure how this is gonna be,but don't worry." He chuckles,his eyes softening slightly. "I'm the strongest after all."

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"Why did you leave in the first place?" Gojo takes a sip of his coffee. "Mm..did I ever mention the coffees you make taste awesome?"

"You did,just now. But I don't know how you can figure the taste of coffee when you put so much sugar into it." You smile with a raised eyebrow.

It's been a few days since you moved in with him because he promised to protect you and because he forced you to quit your job -which led to you not having a place to stay at- but he pays for your everything. So it's a win isn't it?

"As for your question,I couldn't reach a mutual understanding with the higher-ups."

Gojo laughs,which leads to him almost choking on his coffee. "Tell me," He says between coughs. "Just when did anyone reach a mutual understanding with the higher-ups?"

"Fair point." You chuckle before taking a sip of your own coffee,completely sugar-free,unlike Satoru's.

"I don't blame them for wanting you back though." He says,pointing a finger at you. "As the special grade you were,you took on many important and top-secret missions,which resulted in you holding a lot of information. Too risky for them. You also have a very cool technique! There aren't many sorcerers,curse users or even curses with the ability to control elements,specially water. Plus,they're always short on members and you're a special grade soooo..."

You chuckle as you put your cup down. "If I am that important then why did they let me leave in the first place?"

"Why are you asking me that question?" He smirks. "Probably because they're total idiots."

You smile. "I think we have more in common than what we think."

"You think so?" He winks at you,causing you to giggle. "Anyway,your uniform will be ready tomorrow. After that you'll go see those old men."

"Thanks." You drink the rest of your coffee.

"Of course." He smiles.

You fist your hand. Whatever they have ready for you,you don't plan on letting them have their way. You won't let them ruin it,ruin you,again.

"How come you were once a sorcerer and you don't know anything about me?" He says,pulling you out of your trance-like state.

"I forgot,I guess." You shrug.

"Hmm..." He hums thoughtfully. "You're amazing. I didn't think anyone could ever forget me." He chuckles,and you're about to do too but then you feel a sharp pain in your head.

You squeeze your eyelids tight and groan in pain. Satoru's worried voice can be heard,but it seems distant. So far and unreachable. "Y/n!? Y/n!! What's wrong,y/n!?"

His voice trails off,and so does your consciousness.

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You open your eyes and see the vast sky in front of you.

"Finally up?" A deep male voice says,a familiar one at that.

"Where...? Who are you?" You look at him,but his face is blurry. You look around yourself. You're on a roof?

"Wow,you forgot about me? Didn't think that was possible." He laughs softly. "Maybe it's because you're exhausted. You've been going on a lot of missions recently. Do you even eat and sleep enough?"

"I..." You feel warm tears stream down your cheeks. "I'm sorry...I...forgot..."

'Why am I crying?'

He brings his hand to your face and wipes at your tears. "Shh...it's okay,don't cry. Even if you forget me,I'll always remember you." He pushes his forehead to yours,a very soft motion that relaxes you,soothes your mind and eases your worries. "I promise..."

And his voice trails off as your vision gets blurry.

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"Y/n!!" Satoru jumps up when he sees you open your eyes.

You're on a bed,and this room...is it Satoru's? "What happened...?" You mumble,looking around yourself to see the sun rising. "How much time has passed?"

"You suddenly fainted. A-are you okay? Should I take you to a doct-" He freezes when he sees the tears on your face. "Wha- why are you crying...?"

"I..." You wipe at your tears. "I don't know..."

Satoru lays you on the bed again and pulls the blanket on you. "Shh...it's okay..." He caresses your cheek softly. "Maybe you're just tired. Sleep for a while." And he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead before he stands up.

You grab the hem of his shirt and whisper quietly "Don't go..." which he hears.

He grabs your hand and runs his thumb on the back of your hand in circles. "Okay...okay,I'll stay."

"Promise?" You sniffle.

He squeezes your hand and brings it to his forehead. "I promise..."

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"Thanks for coming with me. You made things so much easier."

"Don't mention it." Satoru says with a smile while tapping his fingers on the table.

After you went to talk with the higher-ups,Satoru insisted you two go have an ice cream. He's out of his usual Gojo style today,wearing a buttoned shirt and blue jeans. He's also wearing sunglasses today instead of his blindfold and you can see his crystal blue eyes and snow white eyelashes through them.

"I guess I'll have a chocolate special. With cream and chocolate chips. What about you,y/n? I highly recommend strawberry and chocolate palace! Oh,and don't even bother looking at the prices,it's on me!"

He's so cute,talking about desserts with the excitement of a child,you can't help but giggle at that. "I'll take your word for it,I'll have that then."

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After ice cream,Satoru persists you two take a stroll in a not-so-far park.

"That was too much. I don't how you can eat one of those!" You chuckle,and he does too.

"Hey,don't underestimate my sweet tooth!"

Both of you spend some time in the silence,looking at each other.

"Call me crazy but..." Your voice breaks the silence. "I feel like...we had a connection...you know? Like..."

He smiles and steps closer,cupping your face with both hands. "Let's not think about it too much,okay? I'm just glad I finally found you."

"You've been looking for me?"

He caresses your cheek with his thumb. "I've been...for a long time..." He pushes his forehead to yours and stares into your eyes.

You stay like that for a while,his hands holding your face and his fingers caressing your cheeks,foreheads pressed together and eyes locked onto each other.

"Did I..." He swallows. "Did I mention how beautiful you look in this new uniform?"

You chuckle,but you get interrupted as you feel a sharp pain in your head.

Not again.

Your vision starts to blur,and you feel your body fall on Satoru's as your consciousness leaves you.

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You open your eyes and you see you're in the same park,but not exactly the same.

The time seems different,it's almost sunset. The once rotten plants and empty old pots are now replaced by healthy flowers,colored pots with small buds in them.

"Why did you ask for a new uniform?" You turn and see the same boy from last time,and his face is still blurry. You open your mouth to respond,but then you hear another voice. A voice very similar to yours.

"It had a skirt!" Your head snaps in the direction of the voice similar to yours and you see a girl similar to yourself but younger. She's wearing a uniform similar to the boy's,similar to the one Satoru got for you.

"And?" The boy says,shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

"I hate skirts!"

What's going on...? Is this...a memory?

The boy chuckles and steps closer to the girl. He reaches out and caresses the girl's cheek before pushing his forehead to hers. A very familiar gesture. "Did I mention how beautiful you look in this one,though?"

"I thought you don't like it." The girl frowns.

"I like it,y/n. I absolutely love it. It's yours,how can I not love anything that's yours?" And the girl giggles.

Y/n. He called her 'y/n'.

Your heartbeat and breathing quickens,the world spinning around you as you start to panic.bYou fall on your knees and hold your head in your hands.

What's going on?

You don't know why the boy called the girl by your name. You don't know why her uniform was so similar to the one you received today,the one that Satoru ordered for you. Hell,you don't even know why you're seeing such things.

But all of this started since Satoru entered your life.

"I have to wake up...!" You mumble,too lost in your panic that you don't hear how deep down,the chains of your binding vow tackle...

༊Prolog - Next ➫

✐ᝰ.divider by @/cafekitsune

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