i know that bruce being emotionally constipated is a comedy staple in a lot of batfam fics, but i have a headcanon that bruce does understand emotions fairly well but ONLY in the context of how his family handles/reacts to them. for example:
tim, holding his side and stumbling up to his bedroom: ow, ow, ow, ow ow-
bruce, hovering but not doing anything because his feral child will hiss and hide his injuries for months if he makes him feel cornered: do you want me to help directly or leave The Offerings?
tim, sullenly: offerings, please
bruce: *piles a bunch of medical supplies in tim's customized Injury Offerings bag (covered in Young Justice and weird animal stickers) and leaves it outside of his door like a sacrifice*
two days later
WE employee: *gets bad papercut* oh, jeez, this hurts
bruce, malfunctioning in the hallway because he literally watched three of his gremlins refuse to treat a broken rib like two hours ago: do you want The Offerings?
WE employee, used to their boss' eccentricities: no i'll just use the first aid kit, thank you Mr Wayne.
new intern, pale and shaking: oh god its a cult, i knew it, the health benefits were too good i'm gonna die-
like bruce can understand and interpret the meanings of other people's emotions, he just has horrible reference points. he stays completely straight faced and sometimes even looks wistful when cursed out by a random board member, but gets misty eyed when he finds random rocks stuffed in his suit jacket pockets (jason shows affection through volume and damian/tim/duke/steph put rocks in his clothes when they're grateful but don't wanna be mushy about it) i believe this wholeheartedly let bruce wayne be a good dad I SWEAR
Add it in that he learned about “the offerings/sacrifice” after he got Steph or cass and is now treating every injury in the same vicinity in the same way and you’ll have me subbing to the fic immediately
Your name is Robin, you're a 18-year old senior in high school. You get a surprise visit from your older sister, Catherine, on a random Saturday in October. The two of you have always been close, both being each other's rocks through your transitions. Catherine brings you skating, and you two bask in each other's presence more than you'd ever imagined you would.
A sudden knock at your bedroom door startles you. You quickly alt-tab away from the transbian robot porn game to tumblr, something a little less innocuous, and pull up your shorts as you start towards the door. Moms were supposed to be gone for the day, what are they doing back?
You get to the door, kicking a big plushie out of the way of the door, and open it up not to your moms, but to the surprising presence of your sister Catherine, dressed all stereotypically skaterpunk. She’s got a baggy long-sleeved shirt under a baggier hoodie with the sleeves cut off at the elbows. Black pants with metal studs running up the outside of each leg, and a chain going from her back belt-loop to her front pocket, undoubtedly attached to her Adventure Time wallet you got her when she turned 18.
“Cat! Hi!” You half-shout in surprise.
“Hey Birdie, whatcha up to?” She reaches out, and ruffles your hair before pulling you into a hug that’s a tsunami of fabric against your face. You freeze a little, unsure of what to do with your hands considering what you were just doing, but after a second of half-hugging her back while keeping your hands up, you let yourself relax into a real hug, and squeeze her tight. You breathe in a deep sigh, and your lungs are filled with the comforting and familiar scent of your sister. You’ve missed it more than you realized. Maybe a little more than you should.
A twinge of guilt shoots through your chest, and you quickly let go of the hug, gently pushing away from Catherine. She lets go of you, and you look down at her shoes, unable to look her in the face
“I, uh, sorry, I’m not really doing anything right now?” you lie, though it doesn’t exactly hurt Cat to lie about the fact you were jerking off while playing a porn game. You impulsively start rubbing your hands against the fabric of your shorts. “W-what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at the dorms this weekend?”
“Yeeaah, but it’s so fucking boring. C’mon Birdie, grab your board, I’ll meet you outside.” She says before jogging down the carpeted stairs. You hear the front door open and close, and you run to grab your board from the wall by your closet and follow her lead.
You always liked skating with your sister. She got her first skateboard the summer she turned 14, and you were instantly in love with the activity. You watched her every day as she practiced riding around the smooth black-top of the one high school in town; the only place that could afford to do anything about the pot-hole riddled concrete that made up the entirety of the small midwest town. You begged Ma and Mom for a skateboard for your 13th birthday too. Come that fateful day at the very start of October, you come down-stairs to homemade raspberry cream cheese pancakes (Catherine’s special recipe) and a big box on the dining room table.
You and your sister rode your boards to and from school every day together for 3 years, from 8th grade ‘til the end of Sophomore year when Catherine graduated. You enjoyed that last summer skating through town with her, savoring every moment knowing they’d be fewer and farther between from then on.
The door closes behind you, board in hand, and you lock the door with your spare key before clipping your keys on the side belt-loop of your jean shorts.
“Awww, Birdie, that's an adorable board!” you hear her coo as you turn around. You blush, looking at the design you made and custom-ordered.
It’s a cloudy sunset of whites, pinks, and blues. Obvious with the color choices, but less tacky than your last board with the trans-flag lazily slapped on the bottom. Your moms were so sweet in their support, but stars, they have no taste.
“Th-thanks Cat, um uh, its a custom job! I designed it myself actually.” You stammer out, embarrassed at the fact that you’re so easily embarrassed. It’s really a vicious cycle.
“No fucking way! Really? Robin, it's beautiful!” Her voice is filled with genuine awe. “How much did that thing cost?”
“Oh uh, I dunno. Moms covered it for me as a, um, birthday gift.”
“Heh, we lucked out with them didn’t we?” She sighs, and you notice her looking at the front of your childhood home with eyes full of happy memories. You see her eyes begin to sparkle as tears start welling. She even looks beautiful when she cries.
“Anyways!” she snaps her attention back to the road in front of your house, not a single car in sight in either direction, “C’mon, pretty girl, let’s get out of here,” she starts taking off down the sidewalk, running a few steps before dropping her board in front of her and effortlessly, no, elegantly, stepping on and pushing forward.
You take off after her, your board built more for speed than hers so you’ll catch up quick. The large, softer wheels and the bullet shape of your board are much more comfortable for you. You never cared about tricks, not like Cat, with her more traditional board, small hard wheels and normal shape. It’s exhilarating, the cool autumn wind flowing through your shoulder-length hair, unrestrained by anything. Your sister’s cap keeps her much longer, jet black hair out of her face. She kicks her board and does a simple ollie over the curb into the road, and turns. You know exactly where she’s going.
You kick the concrete harder, pushing your board faster and pass her by. She gets a shocked look on her face for half a second before a mischievous grin crosses her lips.
“Race you there!” you call out, you know she can’t resist the challenge, and she kicks harder, willing herself faster. She’ll take the long route, that’s how you always did it back then. You only found the faster route with your new wheels, letting you go over cracked concrete easier. You take a turn, and then another one, cutting through the park.
The high school parking lot feels odd to be skating around during the school year, but the smooth blacktop feels so good under you as you glide along. You make a few slow circles on your board before you see Cat crest the hill from the long-way-round. You head towards one of the rubber-covered mesh wire tables that sit by the side entrance to the school. Purple, Cat’s favorite color. You eat lunch out here a lot, sometimes with friends, always thinking of her. Of her pretty face, of her smile, the way your chest flutters when you hear her laugh. Oh gods, her voice. Husky, yet absolutely a woman. It’s hard not to melt when she calls you that little nickname of yours she likes.
She looks almost ethereal skating towards you in the late afternoon sun; another hour or so till golden hour yet still amazing lighting on her. You pull your phone out, almost on instinct, and snap a few photos of her from across the parking lot. She starts waving, and you swap to video mode and hit record.
“Do a kickflip!” You shout, half-joking, half-hoping your attempt at goading her into a trick works.
She kicks the board, and it spins in the air, with her landing back on it with a practiced grace. You can feel your heart in your neck, and your eyes open wider. You feel slight pressure against your jean shorts, but choose to ignore it. She’s laughing now, and getting closer. She abandons her board when she gets close, and throws herself at you into a hug.
You and Cat tumble into the grass around the table, both laughing, playfully hitting each other. You try to lay on her to pin her to the ground, but you find yourself a whirl of limbs, the entire world doing a flip, and you find yourself pinned under her. Your sister’s chest pushing down into yours, her toes pushing into the ground hard, and an arm wrapped around your head and back of your neck. The pressure in your shorts gets even more noticeable, and your head is right at her hips.
Her shirts come up just enough for you to see a trail of dark hair from her belly button into her pants. It looks so incredible. You have to touch it, you need to feel it. You’re so close, you could just-
“EWWWW” Your sister scrambles off of you, laughing, “did you just lick my belly? That’s so gross!”
You blush hard, “Y-yeah, and?? Like you’ve never liked a hot girl’s stomach before.” You cross your arms and try to give a cute pout.
And then your sister does something you don’t expect.
She starts blushing too.
“What? What hot girl would I lick? You know I’m single, and why would I like their stomach?” She asks, clearly at least a little flustered.
You shrug, “Tgirl tummies are cute, plus I’m sure you lick other parts too. There's gotta be tons of girls going wild over hot skater tgirls at college, right?”
Your sister stands up, brushing the grass off of her, and reaches a hand down to help you up. You take it, her hand is so soft, lanky fingers engulfing your smaller hands. She pulls you up to your feet, and pulls you into a hug, featuring a gentle noogie.
“Ow, hey, quit it!” you squeak. She giggles, and lets you go.
“C’mon Birdie, follow me.” She starts walking towards the back of the school. You follow close behind, you and her both leaving your boards behind in the grass.
She doesn’t slow down for you, so you start jogging to catch up to her. You feel a bit strange being back here, you never had a reason for being behind the school before, except for that one fire drill last month when a gay freshman boy started flirting with you. Whatever, he’s just a stupid kid. You’ve been trying to not let it bother you since it happened.
You’re lost in thought when you feel your sister take your hand, winding your fingers between hers. You twitch, starting to pull away, and then pause. You let your hand ease back into hers. She stops suddenly, and your shoulder notices it before the rest of you does. The jolt to your body brings you back out of your thoughts.
“Ever done this before?” she says, letting go of your hand. She starts walking towards the wall, pipes and gauges and ivy clinging to the brick.
“Done what?” the confusion in your voice matching that on your face.
To your utter surprise, Cat starts running at the wall. Your sister jumps and grabs one of the pipes. She grunts as she pulls herself up, kicking at the wall. Cat finds a foothold. She lunges up, grabbing the ledge of the roof with one hand. She pushes herself up onto the roof, rolling just out of sight from you. You start forward while your sister’s head pops over the edge of the roof and looks down at you.
“What the hell, Cat? Are you out of your mind?” You hiss up at her, you look over both your shoulders in quick succession to see if anyone’s around you.
“It’s chill, I used to come up here and smoke all the time,” she reaches an arm down for you to take.
You grab it, and she helps pull you up. You’re definitely not as graceful as she is, but you make it up to the roof and roll next to her. You look into her eyes. They’re so full of life, those big, beautiful brown eyes of hers. Dark and shiny like polished wood, the same color as the black tiles of the chessboard you made in shop class last year. You wonder if she still has it in her dorm, you gave it to her as a present last winter.
“Your eyes have so much more light in them now, you know that Birdie?” she asks calmly, almost like she’s being careful.
“Y-yeah. I, um, sorry it took me longer to realize I was a girl than you. Feels kinda dumb of me now,” you admit. You want to look away from her eyes but they have you under a spell. You can’t look away.
Your sister reaches a hand up and gently rubs the side of your face. “Don’t apologize. I’m glad I've got my baby sister now, that’s all that matters.” She pulls you in, and plants a kiss on your forehead. It lasts half a second longer than a platonic kiss should. Your heart starts to flutter harder than it has all day.
After about 10 seconds, your sister sits up, and you take that as your cue to do the same, easily getting to your feet.
“So, is, um, this all you wanted to show me?” you ask, heart racing in your chest?
“This way,” She points ahead, and you follow her, walking to a ladder leading to a higher section of the roof, maybe above the gym? Cat starts climbing the ladder, and you follow after her.
“There have been a few girls, but none that I was serious about. Nothing more than a few hookups, or some casual sex between friends. That kinda thing.” She calls down to you.
“What?” you’re confused again, something that seems to be a theme for today.
“You asked about the girls at college.” She keeps climbing, she’s not looking down at you. “There’ve been some, but nothing, like, emotionally fulfilling.” She crests over the ladder, and disappears from your view.
You pick your pace up, reaching the top quickly. Cat’s sitting on the edge of the roof straight across from you, legs dangling off the edge. You walk up to her, sit down next to her. Golden hour’s starting, and nothing has ever looked more divine in your entire life as your sister does in this moment.
“So, what about you? Any girls here you like?” She’s looking out over the small town. You’re looking at her. It takes you a moment to realize you’re supposed to reply.
You sigh and lie back, staring up into the sparsely clouded sky. “No, no one here I like.”
“Here?” Your sister’s voice asks, and you hear her lay down beside you. You feel her knee against yours as you gently kick your legs back and forth over the edge.
“Mmm.” you hum out as a reply.
Very slowly, your sister speaks, “Well, what about, not here?” There's a bit of a scraping sound, and you can feel your sister’s shoulder against yours.
Your breath hitches slightly but you don’t mean for it to. “M-maybe. I, um, I don’t think she’d say yes though.”
“Why would anyone say no to such a beautiful woman?”
“Sh-she’d. She’s. I uh, I don’t, um. I don’t think she’d like me that way.” You sit up, and finally you take in the sight. It’s gorgeous. The town feels so small, despite not being that high up. You can see a few blocks away, down the hill the school sits atop of. You can see the park you skated through to get here. You pull your legs up, and wrap your arms around them.
You hear the shuffling of your sister’s clothes, and feel her arms wrap around your. She gently pulls you away from the ledge, and you scoot back with her. You turn and bury your face into her shoulder, letting her drown you in her arms. She smells so nice.
“Talk to me, Birdie. Why wouldn’t she like you that way?” Cat was pushing for answers. It feels like the edge of a knife. You could just tell her, get it over with and you two can move on and pretend this never happened.
“I’m not supposed to.” You croak.
“Not supposed to what, sweetie?” Her hand gently rubs your back. You’re fluttering again, the pressure in your crotch and behind your eyes growing in tandem.
“I’m not supposed to like her like that. It’s, it’s wrong.” You’re barely holding back tears now.
“Birdie, tell me why it’s wrong. Please.” She pulls away from the hug, grabbing your shoulders with both her hands. You let your head fall, you can’t bring yourself to look at her.
“Birdie, look at me, pretty girl. Please, look at me.” She gently moves her left hand under your chin, and carefully lifts your chin with her curled finger.
You can almost see a halo behind her, the golden light of the lowering sun shining right behind your big sister. You’ve never wanted anyone in your life more than you want her right now. The tears finally burst.
“I’m sorry Cat, I’m so so sorry, I’m gross I’m disgusting I’m sorry I am so sorry something’s wrong with me I’m horrible. I-I-I. I didn’t want to fall in love with you, I-”
Her lips meet yours in a flash, knocking you over onto the ground, her coming with you. Lips not breaking contact the entire time. Her lips are so soft, and they taste sweeter than ambrosia. This is heaven. She wants you too. Oh god, she wants you so badly. Her hands are running through your hair, feeling every inch. You reach up and grab her waist. Her waist is muscular, not too thin. She moans into your mouth. You pull her into you, hard.
Her lips part for a gasp, and your tongue finds its way into your big sister’s mouth without you even thinking. Her tongue swirls back with yours. It’s a dance of love and need and lust and fear. You’d been so scared for so long. The kiss breaks, and Cat stares down at you, her eyes sparkling with love and tears.
“You’re the most amazing woman in the world, Birdie,” She leans back and pulls you into a tight hug. “Never let someone tell you otherwise. You’re so fucking beautiful, Robin.”
You start blushing, your tears still burning on your cheeks. Your sobs are starting to calm, enough for you to get words out again. “I-I felt so dirty, for so long Catherine.”
“I know baby, I know,” She kisses your forehead gently. You feel a tug at your shirt, and you feel her warm hand against your waist. She squeezes, and you can’t help but moan. “Good girl, baby. Fuck, Birdie I need you. Please, my pretty bird.”
“C-Cat- aaaahh” the moan escapes , still nervous, but guilt washing away.
Her lips find yours again, her tongue performing a waltz of need and desire, your tongue its partner.
Your hands find their way all on their own to your sister’s body. You pull the hem of her layered shirts, reaching up, feeling her back, her sides, feeling the soft-as-velvet happy trail on her stomach. You start creeping higher, her skin softer than you could have ever dreamed.
Cat catches your hand and brings it up to her chest, squeezing herself with your hand. “Hmmmmf, fuck yes baby,” Lips breaking again, desperate gasps for air from you and her. “That’s it baby, feel up your big sister. Fuck, feel how big they’ve gotten.” She tosses her hat to the side, and grabs her baggy shirts and pulls them over her head.
Your eyes and your hands taking in just how big your sister’s tits are now, her fashion choices definitely making it harder to tell. She’s huge, and firm in your hand as you start squeezing. Cat’s breath hitches, and you feel her hips bucking. She’s so beautiful.
“Hng, Cat, please Cat” You whimper, your sister’s grip on your waist tightens. She pulls herself closer, letting her wild hip bucking turn to more rhythmic grinding against your hips. Little moans escape from Cat’s throat, and you feel yourself get even harder against her hips. You can’t resist the impulse to start bucking your own hips against hers. You don’t want to resist the impulse. You need this, you need her, you need your big sister more than you’ve ever needed anything in your 18 years of life.
Catherine’s grip shifts to your hoodie, the green and black striped zip-up she got you last year. She unzips it with blistering speed, and pulls it off of your shoulders. She chuckles, you’re wearing her old BLUE OYESTER CULT tee. “Aww, baby bird missed me? Fuck, did it smell like me?” You nod fervently, “It’s unreal how cute you are, Robin,” you don’t know how much harder you can blush, but it seems like your sister is going to find out.
One of her hands shoots back to your wild hips, controlling your them to thrust in time with hers. The other hand finds your chest, your tits so sensitive, and her soft hands squeeze with an amount of force you weren’t expecting. A deep, primal moan escapes from you. “Oh, FUCK!” are the only words that find their way out of your lips, and Cat dives back in for more kisses. Her hand finds its way under your shirt, and she starts feeling and squeezing your bare tit ( you rarely wear a bra). Your sister seems to appreciate that fact, you have that in common with her, apparently.
She feels you and grinds into you and kisses you and eventually she breaks the kiss again. “Arms up, baby bird.” It’s not a request, she orders you. You’re being commanded by your sister. You comply, whimpering. She scoffs. “Good Birdie.” Your eyes flutter and you whine, fuck you’re being so pathetic.
Your sister pulls your shirt gently over your head, and tosses it to the side. Her lips find your neck. She sucks, bites, kisses, everything you’ve ever imagined, every action you stayed awake till 4am fucking yourself over while drowining in guilt thinking about. She’s careful not to leave marks you can’t cover with your hair and your clothes, but she can’t resist marking you over and over and over again as her baby bird, her little sister, hers.
And then her lips find your nipples, and you cry out with intense pleasure you didn’t know was possible with your breasts. The flat of her tongue slowly scrapes across your hard nipple, and she smoothly transforms the lick into gentle sucking. She looks up into your eyes, hers full of adoration and hunger, and teases you with the tip of her tongue to create more suction. You buck your hips wildly again, ignoring your sister’s deliberate pace of thrusts.
She grabs your hand again, reminding you it’s okay to squeeze her too. You’re not sure when you stopped groping her back, it’s so much stimulus. It’s Elysium. Nirvana. Heaven. It’s bliss incarnate, and the muffled squeaks of pleasure that escape your sister’s lips from gaps of sucking and licking your chest make up the most beautiful symphony in the world. Nothing could ever compare to the sounds of your sister and you together like this. How could they? How could anything in all of creation sound as good as Her, and you get to be the one she makes those noises for.
“Cat, fuck, Cat I’m gonna-” you start grinding harder into her, desperate.
“Shhhhh, not yet baby bird, not yet.” She lets go of your breast with her mouth, and lifts herself off of you, just enough to reach down and undo your belt. With a click, the Invader Zim seatbelt style belt you bought at the mall 3 years ago with Catherine unlatches. Your sister’s hands easily undo your button and zipper, and slides your jean shorts down. Your simple white panties lie underneath the denim, and they’re soaked through with your pre. Your clit is hard, almost poking out the panties. With just one finger, Cat hooks around the waistband of your white panties, and gently pulls.
Your clit pops up, the hardest it’s ever been since you started your injections a year ago. Your sister lets out something between a scoff and a chuckle, and you turn your head away. Her hand catches your chin, and gently guides your head back to face her. “Don’t look away from this baby. I want you to look at me while we do this, okay Robin?”
You nod, and her hand wraps around your clit. Your tip just just barely pokes out of the end of her hand. “Fuck, you’re so cute Birdie. You feel so fucking good in my hand.” She slowly pumps her hand, slicking across your clit with your leaking pre. Your voice catches in your throat, breathy squeaks the only sound that escapes. Your whole body tenses from the pleasure.
Your sister lets go of you, and lifts her hips up slightly. She unbuckles her own belt with a click, a similar style to your own but with a yellow caution-tape design. She unbuttons and unzips her black pants, and you can see her dark blue boyshorts, bulging with her hard-on. She pulls her boyshorts down, and her dick pops up. It’s perfect. She’s several inches bigger than yours. You can’t help but giggle.
“Aww, what’s so funny sweetie?” Your big sister coos as she lowers herself back onto your hips.
“You’re taller than, than me, um, an-and you’re bigger than me too,” you manage to half-moan the words out.
Your sister scoffs and giggles in return. “You’re so fucking cute,” she says as she lines the head of her dick up with your clit. She warps her hands around the both of you, despite her being longer she’s not much girthier. You both fit comfortably in her one hand, still wetted with your precum. You feel yourself leaking out onto the tip of your big sister’s cock.
And then she starts moving her hand, and you feel the most intense pleasure of your entire life. You melt into putty in your sister’s hand, and your moans grow louder. Cat leans down and kisses you deeply. It’s a deep and passionate kiss, and her hand is moving swiftly but firmly against your lengths. Touching your own clit pales in comparison to the feeling of Her fucking herself against your clit. You whimper into her mouth, and your hands grab her hips.
She breaks the kiss again, and her lips to your collar bone, beginning to leave more hickies. Your whimpering moans become louder. It’s so much stimuli, all amazing on their own, the total pleasure greater than the sum of its parts. Your grip on her hip tightens, and you hear her moan louder in response.
“Fuck, baby! You feel so good,” your sister moans out between nibbles on your shoulder.
Your sister lifts up from you, she’s looking deep into your eyes. “C’mon baby bird, tell your big sister what you need. Speak.”
“Cat please make me cum! Please! Fuck, I need it Cat, I need it so bad pleaaase!” You cry out in desperation, quivering at the command.
“That’s my good baby sister, of course I’ll make you cum.” Your whines intensify, “Fuck baby, I’m so close too. Let’s cum together, okay Birdie? That’s it babygirl, cum for me, cum for your big sister. Fffuuck!” Cat’s voice hitches, and you feel her cock start pulsing against your clit.
Then it happens, you feel yourself pulsing and something in your mind shatters. Wave after wave of absolute bliss wash all across your body, starting in your clit as it pulses. You feel a warm watery splash across your belly, and your muscles all spasm in pleasure. Your moans are practically screams of pleasure, and your sister’s moans reach a crechendo.
“FFffuck, Birdie fuck fuck fuck fuck, fuck yes god fuck!” Catherine cries out, and you feel a small dribble leak out of her cock onto your pelvis.
“Thank you thank you thank you,” you pant out, and you pull your sister down to your level and meet her with a kiss. She falls to your side, and you lose yourself in her lips, in the waves of aftershocks, in the perfect golden hour on the rooftop of your school, and most importantly in your sister’s embrace.
At some point you stopped kissing, and curled up in her arms, face buried somewhere between her shoulder and her chest. She shooshes you, cooing sweet nothings to you, and the rest of the world melts away.
You wake up, still in your sister’s arms. The sun set, the sky still lit by the last embers of twilight. Cat is looking down at you with those beautiful brown eyes of hers, full of love. She’s gently stroking your hair. You nuzzle deeper into her, and she softly chuckles.
“Hey sleepy head, you have a nice nap?” Your sister gently coos in your ear.
“Nnng, how long was I asleep?” You sleepily ask.
“About half an hour. Seems like you needed it though baby bird.” She pulls you into a soft kiss. Shorter than the previous ones, but so so tender.
You pull away, and look up at her with eyes full of fear and hope and vulnerability and trust. “Um, um, Cat?”
“Yes baby bird?” She replies.
“What um, what does this, y’know, uh, what are we?” You timidly ask. You trust her with everything.
“We’re sisters, dummy. But, I want you to come visit me at campus sometime. I want you to meet my friends, as my girlfriend. If you want.” She hands you your shirt.
You take it, and put it back on. You reach for your hoodie too and put your arms through the sleeves. She gets dressed again too. You both stand up.
“I want that, I want you, I love you Cat,” You hug your sister. Tears of joy blurring your vision.
“I love you too, Birdie,” Your girlfriend hugs you back, and then pulls you in for another kiss.
You and Cat jump off the roof at a low point into the grass. You both grab your boards, and walk away from the school forever changed, happier than you ever thought you could be, basking in the last rays of the already set sun. You hold hands, an action done countless times before, but this time it’s different, it’s the same but more, and everything is right in the world.
Bruce gets hit with truth serum and the JL devise the best thing they could do is keep him at the Watchtower until it wears off but after a while they decide to get some questions answered.
Oliver: What's your identity?
Bruce: Batman.
Oliver: OK, do you have any other names?
Bruce: Bruce Wayne.
Oliver: No.
Bruce: My children call me dad. But not as often as I want them to-
Oliver: No, it's... You're not Bruce Wayne. That's not possible.
Barry: I mean, it could be possible-
Oliver: No. It. Isn't.
Bruce: He's a little embarrassed because the last time he met we had a one night stand and he didn't call me back.
Barry:
Bruce: We dated on and off through college. Now he just calls when he's lonely.
Oliver:
Bruce:
Barry: Who is Red Hood?
Bruce: Baby.
Barry: No, like, who is he?
Bruce: Red baby.
Hal: Do you wear lifts in your shoes to appear taller?
Bruce: No, you're just a short bitch.
Diana: If you had to, who would you sleep with on the team?
Bruce: Again?
Diana:
Barry:
Hal: The fuck you didn't-
Bruce: Not you. You're a beast.
Hal:
Bruce: Clark was the best. He's very gentle. I never did it in a newsroom before. I still have the scar from when I sat on the stapler. But it was worth it.
𑣲 content. dom toxic!mina, dubcon, hypnosis, manipulation, degradation, praise kink, use of toys (dildo), corruption kink, overstimulation
𑣲 word count. 2,076
summary. you asked for help deciding. mina decided everything.
from jenn. this is actually 2 requests combined!!! somehow 🦞 and 🌊 anon were spiritually connected fr.. this was supposed to go up on mina’s birthday but i had to tweak some parts + got lazy so.. belated happy birthday minaaa 🐧 also idk how i feel about this one i think i just reread it too many times and started nitpicking everything BUT i still hope it hits for you guys the way it did in my head
The apartment was a mess of open tabs, half-written emails, and the heavy, suffocating silence of your own indecision. You were sitting at the kitchen island, head in your hands, staring at two different job offers, three different lease agreements, and a life that felt like it was crumbling under the weight of a dozen maybe’s.
“I can’t do it, Mina,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I can’t pick. Every time I think I’ve decided, I find a reason why it’s the wrong move. My head is just... it’s too loud.”
Mina didn’t offer a hug. She didn’t offer a glass of water.
“It’s loud because you’re letting it be,” she murmured. “You’re obsessed with the ‘what if’ instead of the ‘what is’ You need to clear the cache, Y/N. You need to let someone else handle the steering for a while.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” you snapped, the stress finally bubbling over into a heated, jagged edge. “I feel like I can’t even think for myself anymore.”
“Maybe that’s the problem,” Mina countered, her voice dropping an octave as she walked toward you. She didn’t stop until she was inches away, her presence filling your entire field of vision. “You think too much, and you do it poorly. You’re paralyzed. And it’s exhausting to watch you suffer through your own incompetence.”
“Incompetence?!” You stood up, your chair screeching against the floor. “I’m trying to make a life decision, Mina! Not pick a movie!”
“And yet, you can’t even do that,” she hissed, her eyes locking onto yours with a dark, unblinking intensity. She held up a hand, her index finger pointing directly at the bridge of your nose. “Sit. Down.”
The command was so sharp, so authoritative, that your knees buckled before your brain could even register the insult. You slumped back into the chair.
“Look at me,” Mina commanded, her voice softening. “You’re so tired of choosing, aren’t you? You want the noise to stop. You want to wake up and just... know what to do.”
“I... I do,” you breathed, your anger suddenly feeling distant, like it belonged to someone else.
“Then let the door swing open,” she whispered, leaning down until her forehead nearly touched yours. “I know what’s best for you, darling. I’ve always known. Your thoughts are just... clutter. And I’m going to help you throw them away. Now focus on my voice.”
Your eyes were fixed on Mina’s, and for the first time in weeks, your brain wasn’t shouting a list of pros and cons.
It was silent. And it was terrifyingly peaceful.
“There,” Mina whispered, her thumb brushing over your cheekbone. “See? No more ‘what ifs.’ No more ‘maybe next time’ Just my voice. It’s a lot easier to breathe when you aren’t suffocating under your own doubt, isn’t it?”
“It’s... quiet,” you breathed, your voice sounding small and distant, like it was coming from the bottom of a well.
“Good,” Mina cooed, her gaze dropping to the job offers sitting on the counter. She didn’t even look at the salary or the benefits. She just picked one up—the one that would keep you in the city, the one with the longest hours, the one that made you most dependent on her schedule—and tore the other one in half.
“You’re going to take the local offer, darling,” she said, her voice dropping into that authoritative register that made your spine feel like it was melting. “You’re going to call them tomorrow morning. You’re going to tell them you’ve made up your mind. Do you understand?”
“I... understand,” you murmured. The logic of it didn’t even matter anymore. If Mina said it was the right choice, then the clutter in your head couldn’t argue.
Mina leaned in, her lips ghosting against your ear. “And when people ask you why you chose it... you’re going to tell them it was your own idea. Because you’re a smart, capable girl who finally knows what she wants. Right?”
“Right,”
“Good girl,” she whispered, her hand sliding down to grip the back of your neck, grounding you in the trance. “Now, stay right here. I’m going to make us some dinner.”
The dinner plates were cleared, the wine was finished, and the heavy fog in your brain was finally starting to lift. You felt light. Almost too light.
Until you opened your laptop.
Your eyes scanned the sent folder. “Mina?” your voice was trembling, the anger bubbling up through the cracks of the fading trance. “What is this? Why did I…”
Mina was standing by the record player, flipping through a stack of vinyl. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t even turn around.
“You were overwhelmed, darling,” she murmured, her voice as smooth and cool as the marble countertop. “You asked for peace of mind. I gave it to you. The decision is made. The noise is gone. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“I asked for help making a choice, Mina! Not for you to hijack my career!” You stood up, the chair scraping harshly against the floor.
Mina finally turned. She didn’t look guilty. She looked disappointed. Like a teacher watching a student fail a simple test. She walked toward you, her steps slow.
“You’re getting worked up again,” she whispered, stopping just inches away. “The static is coming back. It’s making you irrational. It’s making you... ungrateful.”
“I’m not being ungrateful, I’m being—”
“Shh,” Mina interrupted. She didn’t grab you. She reached out and took your hand, her touch feather rlight as she lifted your knuckles to her lips. She kissed each one, her eyes never leaving yours. “Your heart is racing. Let me help.”
“No, Mina, stop—”
“I’m just calming you down,” she cooed, her other hand sliding around to the back of your neck, pulling you gently toward her. She pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the pulse point below your ear. “Forget the email. Forget the job. It’s all just... background noise.”
You tried to pull away, but your muscles felt like they were turning to lead.
Your hands, which had been clenched into fists against her chest, slowly uncurled, your fingers snagging weakly in the silk of her blouse.
She pulled back just enough to look at you, her dark eyes blown wide, devouring the glazed, helpless look in yours.
She pushed you back against the cool marble of the kitchen island—the same place where she had dismantled your life only hours before. She pulled your shorts down with a rough, possessive tug, her thighs sliding between yours to lock you in place.
“You’re so much prettier when you aren’t thinking,” Mina whispered, her hand sliding from your neck to cup your jaw.
Her hand slid between your thighs, fingers tracing the edge of your panties, feeling how soaked they already were through the thin fabric. “Is that what you need, darling?”
Her fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down just enough to expose you to the cool air of the kitchen. “You’re so wet already,”
She knew you were sensitive when you were like this—pliable and needy. She could manipulate you so easily.
She pushed your legs apart and settled between them, her eyes locked on yours as she began to lick and suck at your sensitive pussy.
Mina ate you out like a starving woman, her tongue delving deep, her lips sucking hard on your clit. She knew exactly what you needed to make you whimper and squirm. She used her thumbs to rub your inner thighs, spreading you wider as she devoured you. “So yummy…”
She didn’t stay down there. She rose slowly, her eyes never leaving yours, looking like a predator who had just finished a very satisfying meal. Her lips were swollen and glistening, a stray drop of your own moisture clinging to her chin.
“Don’t close your legs,” she commanded, her voice a low, raspy velvet as she stepped back into your space.
Mina reached out, her hand sliding between your thighs and began to move her fingers in and out of you, the wet sounds filling the kitchen as she finger fucked you against the island. Her other hand gripped your hip tightly, holding you in place as she used her fingers to stretch and prepare you for something bigger. “It’s sliding in and out so nice,”
“Relax,” she murmured, pressing a third finger inside you. “Let me in.”
Your walls clenched around her, unaccustomed to stretching so wide, your head falling back against the marble as she curled her fingers just right, finding that spot deep inside that made stars form behind your eyelids.
“Good girl,” she praised, continuing to fuck you with her fingers, the pressure and pleasure overwhelming as she pushed deeper than before. “You’re taking it so well. Just a little more, okay? Just a little wider…”
Your thighs shook violently, your back arching off the cold marble. You gasped, your fingers clawing at the countertop.
She watched your face contort, her dark eyes hungry and predatory. “There’s my perfect little hole.”
She pulled her fingers out slowly, leaving you feeling achingly empty, exposed. She wiped her slick hand on your thigh, not caring about the mess.
“Stay right there,” she said, her voice back to that cool, untouchable ice. You watched, breathless and shivering, as she turned and walked toward the bedroom.
A moment later, she reappeared in the doorway.
She wasn’t empty-handed. In her grip was a heavy, realistic silicone piece—thick and far more daunting than her fingers. She had planned this. She always planned this.
“Watch,” she commanded, she ran the dildo through her fist, mimicking the motion of sex. “This is what’s going inside that pretty, stupid cunt of yours. You understand?”
You nodded weakly, mesmerized by the obscene display. “I said watch,” she snapped when your eyes fluttered closed. “Watch how easily this fucking toy is going to slide into your pussy. You’re so fucking wet for it.”
She lubed it up, impatient strokes, slicking it generously before pressing the tip against your entrance. She pushed slowly, letting you feel every thick inch as it stretched you open, filling the emptiness her fingers had left behind.
The groan that escaped you was ragged, needy. “Mina—”
“Shh, baby,” she soothed, though her hand gripped your hip possessively as she bottomed out, the silicone fully seated inside you. “You’re doing so good. Taking every fucking inch like you were made for it.”
She started to move it in slow, deliberate thrusts, angling it to hit that perfect spot. “That’s right.”
“You’re not thinking anymore, are you, darling?” She thrust the dildo deeper, her words sinking into your fucked out brain like a command. “Just my toy in your cunt, making you feel good. Isn’t that better than all that noisy decision-making?”
Your hips lifted off the counter, meeting her thrusts.
“Answer me,” she demanded, her hand gripping your jaw roughly, forcing you to look at her. “Isn't this better?”
“Yes—” you choked out, tears pricking at your eyes. “It’s —it’s better—”
“Good girl,” she praised, rewarded you with a hard, deep thrust that made your vision whiten.
“You’re just a needy little slut now, aren’t you? All that smart girl shit gone. Now you’re just taking my toy like a good fucking hole. Look at you—legs spread, back arched, begging for more.” She snapped her hips forward sharply.
“Pathetic.”
The insult only made you squirm more, your mind completely short-circuiting at the degrading words. She laughed darkly, enjoying your helplessness. “God, you’re fucking adorable like this. I wish I could keep you stupid and fucked out all the time.”
She picked up the pace, the dildo sliding in and out of your pussy with wet, lewd sounds. “Jjust little moans and whimpers. Look, you’re even drooling a little.”
Your orgasm crept up on you like a wave, silent and devastating. Your body clamping around the toy as you came with a broken sob, your eyes streaming.
“Mina—” you gasped, your thighs locking around her “I—I came—I didn’t—I didn’t get permission—”
“Shh, shh,” she soothed, though her thrusts didn’t stop—she kept fucking you through it, drawing out every last pulsing wave. “It’s okay, darling. You’re allowed. You’re always allowed. Don’t apologize for being a good girl.”
She leaned down and kissed your forehead softly.
“No more decisions, baby,” she whispered into the silence of the kitchen. “From now on, I’ll do all the thinking for both of us.”
synopsis: momo notices you getting closer to jihyo, mentioning her name too often and hanging out with her every second of the day. so, she decides that you need to relearn who you belong to.
author’s note: thanks for the req! i hope you like it :D the ending could be a little better but im a little tired soorry
“my shoulders hurt,” you whine as you slump in your chair. you close the textbook in front of you and turn your head to the side in hopes of stretching your neck — only to wince at the burning pain in your muscles.
jihyo quickly gets up from the chair next to you and puts your hands on your shoulders. she circles the hard knots in your neck with her thumbs, squeezing and kneading in a way that feels so, so good. you can’t even stop the moan that slips past your lips.
“does it hurt too much?” jihyo asks in worry at the noise, stopping the movements of her hands.
“no no,” you blurt, just a beat too fast. “keep going, please.”
jihyo resumes, and you could feel your body relaxing under her touch. you eyes flutter shut at the relief, your eyes growing heavy when a familiar voice calls your name.
“y/n, i’ve called you 3 times! why didn’t you—”
momo freezes at the sight in front of her, her eyes narrowing at how intimate it all looks. you look far too relaxed for her liking, and the way jihyo’s hands touch your bare shoulders causes a hot flash of anger to run through her.
“mm what? oh momo, hi,” you say, your voice a bit dreamy. momo swallows hard as she walks towards you and the korean girl, trying to calm her thoughts.
“i called you so many times,” momo pouts, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears. she feels the need to touch you more affectionately than jihyo, to make it clear that you belong to her and not anyone else.
“her phone is dead,” jihyo answers cooly for you. she’s still massaging your aching muscles, much to momo’s distaste.
“huh,” is all momo says, her gaze on the korean girl less than friendly. it’s sharp and hostile, but jihyo doesn’t seem to notice.
“yeah, it’s dead because someone made me take so many photos of her at the cafe,” you say, a teasing smile on your face. jihyo throws her head back to laugh.
“you offered!” jihyo retaliates, hitting your shoulder blade lightly. momo just looks back and forth between you and jihyo — confusion etched on her face. she doesn’t like how close the two of you seem, how easy it is for you to forget her presence in the company of jihyo.
“you’re still coming over tonight, right?” momo asks when you stop laughing. there’s a quiet desperation in her voice, a quiet pleading for you to turn your attention on her.
“oh, i mean—”
“but—”
you and jihyo talk over each other. momo’s brows furrow further, her insides twisting in an uncomfortable way.
“i don’t think i can today,” you say gently, as if your softening your tone will make the blow a little less painful. “i promised jihyo that i’d help her with her project tonight.”
jihyo, jihyo, jihyo. momo hates hearing her name come out of your mouth, how every sentence you say seems to mention her. she hates the smug look that jihyo sends her way, as if she’s won something. technically, she has — she’s won all your attention, every minute of your time.
momo just nods, afraid that words would betray her. she can feel her nails digging into her palm, her heart beating unevenly as your words ring in her brain. the way you said her name repeats in her mind like a mantra, over and over again like a punishment.
“maybe some other time,” jihyo says to momo, her voice not even a bit apologetic. “y/n, i think it’s time we head out. we have to walk all through campus to get to my dorm.”
you nod automatically at her words, as if you’re a puppy. momo has to bite back a scoff at how easily you start packing your belongings, not even shooting another glance at her.
“bye!” you say cheerfully. you wave quickly to the japanese girl before running to catch up with jihyo.
momo swears she sees red in her vision.
—
for the next few days, all momo hears out of your mouth is jihyo. jihyo this, jihyo that, something funny jihyo said. it drives her crazy.
momo tries to look interested when you retell a fascinating story that happened to jihyo. she nods along as you ramble, words flowing out of your mouth except for the occasional giggles.
“y/n,” momo says a bit seriously as soon as you finish talking. you take a sip of your iced coffee.
“yeah?”
“do you want to go to a party with me tomorrow?”
your eyes light up. “what? i’d love to — that sounds so fun!” you say enthusiastically. your eagerness makes her smile. she leans back into her chair, feeling a sense of accomplishment… that lasts for exactly 10 seconds.
“should i invite jihyo?”
momo’s smile drops slowly, her expression turning into disbelief. she’s about to scream ‘no’ when an idea pops up in her brain.
“sure, why not,” momo says calmly. her shoulders immediately relax as she develops her plan.
“great! let me text her real quick.”
you barely notice the way momo continues to look at you, how the gears in her mind turn.
—
“momo… wow, you look great,” you say in awe. the older girl has on a body-tight dress, black in color with very thin straps. her shorter hair is curled in loose waves, the same way you said looks good on her. you’re able to make out her rock-hard abs from how tight the dress is, and it only helps accentuate the swell of her chest.
“thanks, darling. you too.” momo drinks in your outfit, her gaze lingering a bit too long at certain places. you look down at the ground to avoid her stare.
“hey guys.”
“jihyo!” you immediately squeal, smiling as the girl approaches you. momo suppresses the urge to roll her eyes. you’d be rolling them for an entirely different reason soon anyways.
—
“what do you want to drink?” jihyo asks you, talking a bit louder to be heard over the music.
this time, momo actually does roll her eyes. if jihyo knew you at all, she’d know you didn’t drink. you had the worst tolerance of anyone she knew, barely able to handle just 2 shots of a drink.
“uhhh, i don’t really drink,” you say. momo feels immensely smug at your response. a mere “oh” is all jihyo has to say before walking to get herself a drink — she was an avid alcohol lover after all..
this is the moment momo has been waiting for, for the two of you to be alone.
“y/n,” momo whispers into the shell of your ear. you feel goosebumps rise at how close she is, so close that you can feel her body heat radiating off of her. “let’s go somewhere a little less loud, hmm?”
she grabs onto your arm and drags you into what you think is an empty bedroom.
“momo, are we even allowed to be—”
momo shushes you by putting a hand over your mouth. your eyes widen to look at her, surprised at the dark look in her eyes. she slowly starts to walk you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. she pushes you hard onto the mattress, and a gasp escapes your lips.
she flips you over onto your stomach with surprising force, her fingers trying to find the zipper to your dress. she roughly pulls it all the way down, leaving you bare in just your bra and underwear.
“do you know,” momo drawls as she runs a hand down your back. “how fucking infuriating it was to hear you talk about jihyo all week?”
you’re barely able to form any thoughts — momo’s low tone coupled with the movement of her hand makes your brain go to mush.
“was it on purpose?” momo continues asking, her voice husky and velvet. she unhooks your bra, and you feel a light shudder wreck through your body. she turns you over again, smirking a little at the sight of your bare chest — your nipples are already rock-hard.
“so fucking pretty,” momo says. her hands roughly grabs your breasts, squeezing them so hard that the sensation borders both pain and pleasure. a whimper slips past you, one that only seems to spur the japanese girl on.
“seems like you’ve forgotten who you belong to, hmm? guess i’ll just have to mark you up real good.”
momo latches her lips onto your neck, sucking hard against the delicate skin. your head falls back, providing more access of your nape to the older girl. she marks you without mercy, only stopping when she’s finished putting two red spots on your neck, placed high so that it can’t be covered by any piece of clothing.
after looking at the hickeys she made with satisfaction, she moves her hands down your body, stopping just at the top of your lacy black underwear. she yanks them down quickly, chuckling a little when she sees just how wet you are — your arousal continues to drip, some of it even getting on the bed below you. momo murmurs something under her breath while you continue to lie there, your pussy desperately clenching around nothing.
then, without any sort of warming, she slams two digits into you, her fingers sliding in with ease. something that resembles a strangled cry comes out of you — she’s going too fast, too rough. each thrust is full of force, one that you didn’t think she was capable of.
“you know, baby, im almost starting to think you did this on purpose. if you wanted me to fuck you stupid, why didn’t you just ask me?” momo says smugly amidst your string of curses and moans. you’re barely able to open your eyes, the pleasure dragging your eyelids down. your hands fist the sheets, trying to keep your body still against the strength that momo’s pushing inside of you.
“momo— f-fuck,” you gasp out when she fucks you even harder, so hard to the point you’re afraid you’ll walk with a limp tomorrow or not be able to walk at all. you can’t even control your moans anymore — they spill out of you raw and broken.
“you fucking asked for it, slut.”
the room is filled with the sound of your moaning and sex, the squelching sound as her fingers appear and disappear inside you.
suddenly, you hear a faint voice calling your name.
“y/n?”
it’s jihyo, her voice a little slurred at the edges. her voice makes you freeze, your entire body tense as you pray the door was locked in advance. your eyes widen when momo connects the dots as to who’s outside the door and thrusts even harder into you. you bite down into your lip hard to prevent any sound from escaping your lips, your hips arching erotically into the bed.
“y/nn? where are you?” jihyo calls again outside the door, completely oblivious to what’s truly happening inside the door right next to her.
“that’s it, baby. you like that, don’t you — knowing jihyo could walk in any moment to find you getting fucked like a slut, hmm? don’t bite your lips, darling. let her hear how well you’re taking my fingers.”
her words only spur you on further, your pussy gushing around her hand. despite her words, you try to stay quiet, doing everything you can to not let even a single syllable out. but everything feels too good, especially the way her fingers drag their length in and out of you. her fingers hit your g-spot each time with perfect precision. her other hand has a vice grip on your thigh, keeping your legs nice and open for her.
“mmmh, i– m-momo,” your eyes flutter to the back of your head, your hips moving erratically. you can feel the tight sensation in your lower stomach, and the delicious way your entire body buzzes with pleasure.
momo chuckles. “good girl, keep saying my name. say who you belong to.”
your climax hits you like a trainwreck, all at once. you scream her name as you cum, all thoughts about jihyo and the party long forgotten.
momo bites her lip as she stares at your ruined state. you look so vulnerable with your breathing still uneven, your body still splayed out in the position she fucked you in. your legs are limp against her, and your eyes remain closed from the overload of pleasure.
𑣲 content. tutor!sana, flirting to smut, learning a language (jp), praising, degrading, dirty talk, fingering, thigh riding, squirting, exhibitionism..?, sensory play-ish, lmk if i missed anything!
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summary. mina said sana was an effective tutor. she didn’t say anything about wandering hands, whispered phrases you’re not meant to understand, or how quickly lessons would turn into something else entirely. but hey—at least you’re learning something.
from jenn. uhh i spent like all of my free time writing this one anddd BIG thank you to @cry4mina for basically carrying the plot on her back.. she kept feeding me ideas and this is what it turned into!! this was just an excuse for me to write sana speaking in her native language cuz i am severely DOWN BAD. like. it HAD to be done. for research purposes. obviously. okay i’ll shut up now
The doorbell rang at exactly 2:00 PM. You were expecting a tutor—someone with a briefcase and maybe a cardigan. But when you pulled open the door, the air in your lungs shifted.
“Hi! You must be Y/N!”
Sana stood there, looking exactly like the photo Mina had sent you, only ten times more lethal in person. Her long black coat was open, revealing a glimpse of a blush pink top and a skirt that seemed to exist only to show off her legs.
“Mina told me all about you,” Sana chirped, stepping inside with a swirl of expensive floral-scented perfume. “She said you’re brilliant but... struggling with your Japanese? I’m Sana!”
“I... yeah. Hi. Come in,” you stammered, closing the door and feeling suddenly very underdressed in your own home.
Sana didn’t wait for a tour. She walked straight to your living room and settled onto the sofa, crossing her legs. She patted the cushion right next to her.
“So,” she began, her eyes scanning your face, lingering a bit too long on your lips before meeting your gaze again. “Mina says you want to move overseas? To Japan? That’s a big dream, Y/N.”
“I’ve always wanted to live there,” you said, sitting down. “I just… the grammar is so hard. And the pronunciation feels impossible.”
“Oh, don’t worry about the grammar yet,” Sana murmured, reaching out and brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Her fingers were warm, and she didn’t pull them back immediately. “We’ll start with the phonetics. I want to see how you move your mouth. It’s the most important part of the language, you know?”
She leaned in, her shoulder pressing against yours as she pulled a notebook from her bag. “Did Mina tell you I was a strict teacher? Or a fun one?”
“She just said you were… effective,” you managed to say, your heart doing a slow somersault at the way Sana bit her lip.
“Effective,” Sana repeated, a giggle escaping her. “I like that. I think we’re going to be very effective together, Y/N.”
She had moved closer, “Japanese is a very rhythmic language, Y/N,” Sana murmured, her voice warm. “If you get the vowels wrong, the whole meaning changes. You have to be very precise.”
You nodded, your heart doing a nervous thrum. You were determined to do this right. You weren’t a slacker; you were serious about this move. So, naturally, you did the only logical thing a student would do: you locked your eyes onto her face.
You watched her intently. Not because she told you to, but because you needed to see how her tongue hit the back of her teeth, how her lips rounded or flattened with every syllable.
Sana was demonstrating the basic greetings, and you found yourself transfixed by the way her plush, glossy lips moved. You were so locked in on the shape of her mouth that you barely heard the words. You were tracing the curve of her cupid’s bow in your mind, noting the way her bottom lip looked soft enough to bruise.
Sana noticed.
She didn’t say a word about it. She didn’t call you out. But she leaned in another inch, her eyes darkening. If you wanted to watch her mouth, she was going to give you a show.
As you struggled to repeat a particularly tricky phrase, Sana slowly ran her tongue over her bottom lip, leaving it glistening under the living room lights. She drew out the sounds, her gaze dropping to your own mouth.
“Try again,” she whispered, her voice sounding like honey.
When you stumbled over the pronunciation, Sana just bit her lower lip—hard enough to leave a pale mark—and watched you with hunger. She leaned even closer, the soft fabric of her blush pink blouse brushing against your arm, her fingers tracing the edge of the sofa cushion right next to your thigh.
“I... I should get us some water,” you managed to choke out, the heat suddenly becoming too much to handle. You needed to break the circuit. “Do you want some, Sana-san?”
“Sana-chan.” she corrected and let out a giggle, her eyes sparkling as she watched you scramble off the sofa. “Yes. Water sounds perfect. My throat is getting very dry.”
The cool air of the kitchen was a relief, but your hands were still trembling as you reached for the glasses. You could feel Sana’s gaze on your back.
The sound of the ice hitting the glass was punctuated by the melodic chime of Sana’s phone back in the living room. You heard the sofa cushions shift, and then her voice.
“Moshi moshi?” Sana answered, her voice dropping.
You leaned against the counter while filling the glass. Sana was leaning back, one arm draped over the top of the sofa, her heels digging into your carpet. She wasn’t looking at her phone. She was looking at you.
She let out a low, wicked laugh, her eyes traveling slowly from your head, down your spine, and lingering on the curve of your hips.
“Aa, sou da ne,” she said into the receiver, her voice rising just enough for you to hear over the running water. “Demo, kono ko... sugoku kawaii yo.” (She’s extremely cute, you know)
You froze. You knew that word. Everyone knew Kawaii. Cute.
Sana shifted her legs as she reached out to trace slow circles on the sofa cushion—right where you had been sitting moments ago.
“Hontou ni…” she murmured, “Kisu shitai na. Gaman dekinai kurai, kisu shitai.” (I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her so much I can’t help it)
You didn’t know the grammar, but those syllables hit you like a physical touch.
Kisu. Kiss.
Shitai. Want to.
She wanted to kiss you. She was telling someone on the phone, while looking at you dead in the eye, that she wanted to kiss you so badly she couldn’t stand it.
“Honto, tabechaitai kurai da yo…” (Honestly, I could eat her up) she finished with a final, lingering look that made your skin feel like it was on fire, before snapping her phone shut.
You stood there, the water overflowing the glass and spilling onto your hand, your face burning shade of scarlet. You had to go back out there. You had to sit next to her.
“Y/N-chan?” Sana’s voice drifted in from the living room, sounding perfectly innocent again. “Is the water ready?”
The walk back to the sofa felt like it took a lifetime. You set the glasses down on the coffee table with a shaky clink, your face still red. You tried to keep your eyes on the glass, but Sana was already shifting.
“You look a little overwhelmed, Y/N-chan,” Sana murmured, setting the glass down and leaning in until your shoulders touched. “Maybe the basics are too boring for you? Should we move on to something more expressive?”
“I’m fine,” you managed to choke out, sitting as far back as the sofa would allow. “Just... thirsty.”
Sana giggles, setting her glass down and leaning in. “Good. Because I want to see how much you’ve actually learned today. Let’s do a little comprehension test.”
She didn’t open the notebook. She reached out and traced a slow, deliberate circle on your thigh.
“I'm going to say a few things in Japanese,” she whispered. “Don’t worry about the grammar. Just tell me... how it makes you feel.”
She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your skin. “Kimi no koto, hontou ni daki-shimetai. Kono ato, beddo de nani shiyou ka?” (I really want to hold you. What should we do in bed later?)
You stared at her, your brain a complete and total question mark. “I... I have no idea what you just said. Was that about food?”
Sana burst out laughing, a bright sound that made her shoulders shake. “Food? Not even close.”
“Let’s try again,” she cooed, her hand sliding an inch higher on your thigh, her fingers curling slightly. “Ima, kimochi ii? Motto... hageshiku shite hoshii?” (Does it feel good right now? Do you want me to... do it more intensely?)
Your heart stopped. You didn’t know the whole sentence, but there was one specific, jagged word—the one that always preceded a total breakdown in those videos.
“Kimochi…” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I know that one. It means... it feels good, right?”
Sana froze for a split second, a flash of surprise crossing her face. She leaned in until her lips were grazing your earlobe, her hand finally sliding fully under the fabric of your shorts, her palm molding to your heat.
“Oh?” she rasped, her voice a low, dangerous velvet. “And where exactly did my student learn a word like that? Was that in the travel brochure, Y/N?”
She didn’t wait for your stuttered excuse. Her hand, already warm against your thigh, began to move with a slow, agonizing deliberation. She leaned in, her lips finding the sensitive cord of your neck, planting soft, open-mouthed kisses that made your head tilt back instinctively.
Sana kept mumbling words you didn’t understand but felt in the pit of your stomach.
“Kore wa?” she murmured, her breath hot against your throat as her fingers grazed the very edge of your panties. “Kore mo, kimochi ii n desu ka?” (Is this? Does this also feel good?)
You couldn’t answer. Your hands flew to her shoulders, your fingers digging into the soft fabric of her blouse as you tried to ground yourself. You let out a broken, needy sound—a jagged gasp that was the only language you had left.
Sana let out a low, predatory hum at the sound. “That’s it, Y/N. Give me more of that.”
She didn’t stop. With one smooth, practiced motion, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties, sliding them down just enough—just enough to get the access she wanted, pinning you against the sofa cushions with the weight of her gaze.
“Hora, mite…” she whispered, her voice a wrecked, airy rasp as she looked down at what she’d uncovered. "Sugoku nureteru n janai. Hontou ni, hageshiku shite hoshii no ne?" (Look… you’re so wet, aren’t you? You really want me to do it roughly, don’t you?)
She slid two fingers inside you in one smooth motion, the sudden stretch making you cry out her name. Sana didn’t go slow; she started at a relentless pace.
“Sana.. ahh fuck!” you sobbed, your vision blurring.
Sana didn’t let up. Her fingers were a relentless blur inside you, driving into your heat with a speed that made your breath come in short hitches. You were a mess of broken Japanese and desperate gasps, your fingers digging into her sleeves as you arched off the sofa cushions, trying to meet her pace.
“Motto... hageshiku…” (More... roughly...) you sobbed, the words you’d learned from those late night videos finally falling from your lips in a needy plea.
Sana let out a growl at the sound of you finally using the words she taught you. She leaned in, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin of your shoulder, before her gaze drifted to the glass on the coffee table.
“You’re so hot, Y/N,” she reached out and grabbed the glass. You watched, dazed and trembling, as she used her tongue to fish out a single, jagged cube of ice. She held it between her mouth.
She leaned back over you, her free hand cupping your jaw to tilt your head back.
“Open,” she commanded through the chill.
When you obeyed, she pressed her mouth to yours. She pushed the cube into your mouth, her lips sealing over yours to catch the meltwater as it trickled down.
“Tsumetai?” (Is it cold?) she whispered against your lips as she pulled back, watching you shiver. She didn’t wait for an answer. While you were still reeling from the freezing sensation in your mouth, Sana redoubled her efforts below. She curled her fingers deep inside you, hitting that specific, sensitive spot with a sudden, heavy pressure that made your eyes roll back.
The contrast was too much—the freezing ice melting against your tongue while a literal wildfire was starting between your thighs.
Sana was taking her precious time now, pulling her fingers nearly all the way out just to trace slow, agonizing circles around your opening with her damp fingertips before plunging back in.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
The chime of Sana’s phone cut through your hazy consciousness. You expected her to ignore it, but she reached for her phone on the coffee table. She didn’t even check the caller ID before sliding it open and pressing it to her ear, all while her other hand redoubled its pace inside you.
“Moshi moshi, Mina-chan?” Sana chirped, her voice sounding maddeningly casual, even as her knuckles grazed deep inside you.
“Sana? Is the tutoring session actually happening?” Mina’s voice was soft but clear in the quiet room. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. What is that sound? Are you with a hook-up? Sana! Tell me you’re actually at Y/N’s!”
You let out a loud, broken moan as Sana’s thumb rubbed your clit, her fingers curling. The sound was unmistakable.
“Oh, Y/N?” Sana murmured into the phone, her eyes locked on your glazed ones as she watched you unravel. “She’s right here, Mina-chan. She’s just having a very difficult time with her oral exercises. The pronunciation is making her quite breathless, isn’t it, Y/N?”
“If you’re with someone, hang up!” Mina huffed, sounding both annoyed and suspicious.
You were beyond caring about Mina; your hands were frantic, reaching up to fumble with the delicate ties of Sana’s blouse. You needed the fabric gone. You needed her skin against yours.
“Ah-ah,” Sana scolded softly, pulling the phone away from her lips for a split second but not hanging up. “Don’t be a brat, Y/N. A good student doesn’t ruin the teacher’s clothes just because she’s losing her mind.”
Mina was still talking, but Sana was too focused on your needy body to really listen. “She’s definitely learning something,” she muttered into the phone.
You whimpered, grinding desperately against her hand, barely able to process that Mina could literally hear everything.
“Mina-chan? Sorry, Y/N is being very demanding right now. I’ll call you back later~” Sana tossed the phone aside without caring where it landed, her full attention finally on you. “Where were we?”
Your hips were moving on their own, a frantic, stuttering rhythm as you tried to keep that feeling alive.
“Oh?” Sana murmured, she felt the way you were chasing her hand, your body doing all the heavy lifting while she simply watched you with hunger. “You don’t even need me to move, do you? You’re doing all the work yourself, Y/N.”
She curled her fingers one last time before pulling her hand completely away.
The void she left was agonizing. You let out a broken, needy whine, your hands reaching out to grab her wrists, but Sana was already shifting. She sat up straight as she gave her thigh a pat.
“Since you’re so eager to move,” she whispered, her eyes locked on yours. “Come here.”
You didn’t hesitate. You crawled forward, your knees dragging across the sofa cushions until you were straddling her right leg, your wet pussy meeting her bare skin.
Sana’s hands coming up to your waist—not to hold you, but to guide the pace. As you began to grind against her thigh, seeking the heat, she reached for the hem of your top. In one swift, effortless motion, she pulled it over your head and tossed it into the pile with her phone.
Sana breathed, her eyes traveling over your exposed skin with a look of pure possession.
She reached for the delicate ties of her own blouse. You watched, transfixed, as she slowly undid them, the silk falling open to reveal her shoulders and the lace of her bra. You reached out, your fingers fumbling to help her, your skin finally meeting hers as she pulled you flush against her chest.
The moment your bare skin collided with hers, your mouth finding hers in a frantic, sloppy mess of teeth and flavored gloss. It was desperate and uncoordinated, your tongues tangling with a raw hunger.
Sana let out a low, muffled groan into the kiss, her hands moving from your waist to your back, pulling you so flush against her that you could feel every rhythmic thud of her heart.
You were grinding against her thigh like your life depended on it. You were completely undone, your fingers digging into the soft skin of her shoulders, clinging to her as the only solid thing in a world that was spinning out of control.
Sana didn’t stop you. She didn’t even try to take over. She pulled back from the kiss just enough to watch you. Her eyes were heavy-lidded—like she was watching a particularly entertaining show on TV.
“So loud. So greedy. Is this what you wanted to learn, Y/N?” she rasped, her voice wrecked.
While you were lost in the haze of the friction, Sana’s fingers moved with a ghost-like precision. You didn’t even feel her reach for the clasp of your bra. One moment you were constricted, and the next, the tension snapped. The lace fell away, and Sana’s cool palms immediately moved up to cup your tits, her thumbs grazing your nipples that made your back arch.
“So sensitive…” she whispered, her thumbs circling your nipples almost mockingly slow compared to the desperate speed of your hips grinding against her thigh. “You’re riding my thigh like a puppy in heat. Does it feel good? Rubbing that desperate clit all over my thigh?”
Your hips stilled for only a second, mortified by the brutal accuracy of her words—riding her thigh like a puppy in heat. That’s exactly what you were doing. You were so lost in the sensation, so embarrassingly desperate to finish, that you didn’t even care anymore.
“Yes,” you gasped, your voice raw and wrecked. “It... it feels so good…”
“Is that so?” she purred, her voice a low, dangerous velvet. “Then don’t stop now, baby. If it feels so good, tell me why. Tell me what you’ve been thinking about since I walked through that door.”
You didn’t just tell her; you unraveled. Every filtered thought, every observation you’d tried to hide behind the notebook came spilling out.
“You’re so... pretty, Sana,” you sobbed, your hips resuming that frantic, unhinged grind against her bare thigh. “I couldn’t even look at the book. All I could see were your lips... I wanted to see how they’d look bruised. I wanted to see you look at me like this.”
“You’re so fucking sexy,” you gasped, your fingers digging into her shoulders. “The way you look on your blouse... the way you smell... I wanted to rip it off the second you sat down. I wanted to be your little puppy. I wanted you to ruin me.”
“Y/N…”
“You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen,” you continued. “I don’t care about the Japanese lessons. I just want to feel you. I want your fingers back inside me. I want to taste you. Please... Sana, please.”
Her eyes darkened with lust as you poured out your filthy thoughts. Without a word, she slipped her fingers back inside you. You cried out, hips jerking violently against her hand.
She fucked you mercilessly with her fingers. You were so wet that her fingers slipped in and out with ease, making wet, squelching noises that only seemed to drive her on. “Keep talking, baby.”
Your breath hitched as she curled her fingers, hitting your g-spot with perfect precision. “I-I’m… you’re going to make me squirt,” you whimpered, your hips bucking against her hand. “I want to soak your pretty fingers, Sana.”
Her eyes flashed with dirty images at your request. She immediately changed the angle of her fingers to hit harder and deeper. Your body shuddered, your pussy making wet, sloshing noises that told her exactly how horny you were. “Like this?”
“Mmm... yes!” you cried out, your legs trembling as she fucked you relentlessly. Your orgasm builds quickly, the pressure in your core growing intense. “I’m gonna... I’m gonna fucking—hngh, Sana…” You panted desperately.
At your desperate plea, she pressed her fingers deeper. Your pussy spasmed violently, gushing all over her hand like a broken faucet. You screamed, your body convulsing as you squirted everywhere, soaking the couch and her hand.
She kept fucking you through your orgasm, making you squirt over and over until you were a sobbing, twitching mess. Once you finally stopped squirting, she slowly pulled her fingers out, bringing them to her mouth to suck off your juices. “Mmm... you taste so good, baby.”
She pulled you close, letting you collapse against her chest. Her soft hands stroked your hair gently as you trembled through the aftershocks. She pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
She felt you shiver against her, your muscles still too wobbly to even consider sitting up. With a soft giggle, Sana shifted slightly, her arm tightening around your waist to keep you from sliding off as she reached toward the coffee table. Her fingers snagged the box of tissues.
“Stay still, baby,” she whispers.
She began to wipe you up that felt maddeningly intimate. Every gentle swipe of the tissue against your sensitive, aching pussy made your breath hitch, your fingers digging onto her arms for support. You were so far gone, so completely drained, that you just let her do it, your head lolling against her shoulder.
“I... I think I need a minute,” you managed to choke out, your voice sounding like it had been dragged through gravel. “My legs... they won’t work.”
She hummed softly at that, clearly pleased, her fingers slowing to a gentle, absentminded trace along your thigh. “That’s okay,” she murmured, pressing one last kiss into your hairline. “But you’re still very behind with our lessons.”
Pure Filthy Smut with the smallest pinch of fluff in the super beginning and then some fluff at the end but like real small.
Summary: Mina and you are having a cute cozy afternoon building legos together before going to dinner at Jihyo's when suddenly things take a turn as the tension between you builds due to an unexpected dominant streak from your beloved girlfriend.
TW: this is literally just fucking. If that’s not something you want to read, please don’t! Mina is meaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan ooof mean bark bark bark. Aggressive, domme, mean "hold you down, I love it when you struggle and cry" kinda spicy. Slapping pussy, cum swapping, edging, degrading, pinning down, marking, choking, condescending, Mina tells reader she loves it when she struggles under her (This is all consensual btw), reader gets used, degradation, mommy kink, lots of edging and teasing yes. ALSO BREEDING KINK MENTIONED. Strapless straps, Mina says she’s gonna take whats hers whewwwww, uhmmmmm yeaaaaaaah heyyy guys this is feral. BIG TW! This is aggressive and might be triggering for some people so pleaseeeeeeeeeee read with caution!!!
A/N: Hiiiiiii you beautiful humans! Sorry I've been MIA! Here is the Lego Mina fic that was promised! Sorry if it's not my best work, it's been a very long time since I've written anything. I hope you enjoy this feral thing that the ovulation demon encouraged me to write! (Pls feel free to tell me if u like it or hate it or if i need to write some practice fics before I start posting again lololol)
(And also happy 2 years to this blog and I'm so grateful to all of you who take time out of your day to read my works and interact with me! <3)
A mid-winter afternoon, snow lightly falling outside of your 20th story apartment sticking to the railing of the balcony where you spent most mornings enjoying a warm cup of coffee. A calm and cozy hang out is taking place right in view of the falling ice.
You and Mina are sprawled out on the floor in the living room in front of the slider connecting to the balcony, attempting to build a Lego garden. There’s soft music playing in the background and open snacks lay nearby, waiting for both of you to take a bite.
Not really being one for LEGOs, you’re struggling. Mina loves them, and you love her, so when she asked if you wanted to spend the day building four different plant sets, the answer was an obvious yes.
It was easy to see the confusion painted on your face, the instructions read to you like they might be in another language and you were starting to get annoyed with how slow you were moving.
Meanwhile, she’s building another more complex set intuitively.
Diligently reading the instruction manual of one of the sets, your brows furrow in concentration as you try to make sense of the words and pictures before you. Hearing a muffled giggle coming from beside you, you turn your head to glance over at Mina, who is laying on her stomach just like you were, propped up on one elbow with messy hair dangling and shielding parts of her face.
“You’re so cute,” she whispers with a bright, gummy smile while she’s confidently putting pieces together, the instruction manual sitting undisturbed next to her.
“What do you meaaaaan?” It comes out whinier than you intend, and you immediately regret it.
“That’s what I mean.” Mina puts the pieces down in front of her before tucking that messy strand of hair behind her ear and turning her head to face you.
Her eyes sharpen with intensity. Like the flip of a switch when she heard you whine out, that makes you melt on the spot.
Clapping the book shut with frustration, you fold your arms in front of you, dropping your head in them to cover your face and take a moment to try and hide your cheeks from giving you away.
“You’re distracting…you know that?” Mina’s voice dips into something you recognize immediately.
“We have a dinner party to go to tonight at Jihyo’s…and I want to finish these before we go.” almost like she’s scolding you.
That deeper knowing inflection that when spoken, always causes you to blush uncontrollably…
“And someone…” her jaw tenses.
“…wants to distract me…”
Mina’s gaze drifts down to your mouth and when it returns to your eyes?
It’s slower.
Hungrier.
Her lips curling at the ends creates a small window to flash not only her teeth, but her intentions.
The glimmer of lust alone was enough to push all other thoughts out of your mind. Feeling the heat roar in your stomach as you both taste the thick, passion coated tension that began to dance like a wildfire turning trees to ash before your very eyes.
Submissive Mina was always obedient. Soft, gentle, and pliable. Pathetically desperate, begging for you more often than not with a hint of brat intertwined between her pleas for more.
That version of her was the one that showed up more often than not.
Sometimes, however, she would slip into something else entirely.
Dominant Mina felt like a torturous warning.
The stark difference between the two was something hard to fathom. Stoic expressions paint a vivid, graceful picture in the way she held herself as she slipped into her domme headspace.
A single look could have you panting, a single touch and you’d whimper for it. The way her eyes zeroed in on you with precision, you could almost see the story unfolding behind them as she calculated her next move.
When she was in these moods, she was harsh and cruel in a flavor so sweet, so tempting that it didn’t matter how much she degraded you, tossed you around or edged you. It would only push you deeper into a submissive headspace.
Rolling over to close off the distance between the two of you knowing she would take the hint. You look up as your bodies bump together softly, bringing you face to face.
“No, really…What do you mean, baby?” gently biting your lip, knowing that playing dumb would push her buttons.
“You know what I mean.” there’s a grit beneath her words, almost like she was trying to hide behind her angelic tone and lure you into a trap.
Hunting.
Waiting.
Giving you the opportunity to back down…or to push her past her seemingly close breaking point.
It makes you ache…it makes you want more.
Leaning in, you start kissing her neck lightly. Mina moans at your lips on her skin before you bite down, gently at first…but between those sweet kisses and bites was permission, maybe even a silent beg for her to act on the temptation.
Biting is a weakness of hers, the harder the better. It was provocation that she couldn’t help but whimper at every time your teeth decided on a point to lay in to.
A throb that with every sound she lets out pulsates with every beat of your heart and makes its way to your clit, you hum at the feeling before clenching your thighs together subtly.
The want.
The desire.
The glare she can’t seem to hide.
“What was that?” Mina leans in, your bodies are so close you can feel her breathing.
Her now half lidded eyes and the victorious smirk say it all…
She wanted you to give in…she knew you would.
She reaches her hand down to tilt your head up to hers.
Her attempt to shield you from her urges failed in the most successful way possible as you relax your neck and let her guide your face up to her.
Hesitating to say anything, you try to bury your face in her neck but her delicate fingers hold you steady, not allowing you to escape her grip.
“Nothing.” escaping as a light whisper.
“Nothing?” Mina repeats back to you through clenched teeth as her grip tightens enough to hitch your breath.
A shiver runs through you.
Mina’s eyes flash when she feels it reverberate.
“Fuck” whimpered out, causing her smirk to grow even further.
“Oh, is that what that is?” taunting you at how easy you give yourself away.
Mina leans over just enough for her lips to brush your ear.
” You haven’t seen this side of me for some time, have you, darling?”
Suddenly, she sits up.
Mina removes her sweater, exposing the lack of shirt or bra under it. The warmth of your cheeks gradually becoming more visible as she tosses the sweater to the side.
Her eyes change again, something dark and lustful behind them shines out like a siren call, ushering you forward towards her.
The glance prompts you to sit up for her and you comply without hesitation.
“You’re so good for me already?” seductive tone eliciting another shiver from you.
“Obedient without me having to ask.” voice seductively low, leaning into lay harsh bites on your neck eliciting a guttural moan from you.
Before you can even try to taunt her further, she kisses you.
Hard.
In seconds, she’s laying on top of you as your mouths openly tangle. Pinning your arms down, her thigh slips between your legs, the pressure all too deliberate as she marks up your neck even more.
Your hips instinctively grind down on her.
Mina hummed into your skin followed by a giggle before coming face to face with you again, looking directly into your eyes…you feel your soul lurch from you,
“Oh, honey.” whispered into your mouth.
“I can feel how much you want this…” Mina’s hands dragging up your cheeks and tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.
“I can feel your pretty little cunt crying for me.” kissing you one last time before harshly grabbing the collar of your sweater.
“Get up!” hissed as she tugs the soft fabric, nearly bringing you to your feet with her.
Her hands lightning fast, almost too fast, as she rips your clothes from you, leaving nothing but your underwear.
Her mouth is back on you but with a very different touch. The roughness leaves you gasping.
Mina’s hand runs up the base of your neck, gently gripping your hair to keep you in place. Her expression is unchanged as she trails her lips aggressively up your neck, placing sharp bites between them, and plants an open-mouthed kiss right on your jaw.
“You are at my mercy now, baby.” breathed with another kiss following, this one more forceful than the last.
“…and I know that you’re going to do what I tell you, right? Hm?” even without looking at her face, you could feel her eyebrows raise.
She’s met with silence, the same silence she likes to break.
“…I’m waiting.” velvety smooth as she gives you another chance to respond.
Another beat of silence passes between you.
Displeasure oozes onto her face, dripping with lust and devious intentions. Dominance sharpening her glare with each passing second, your panties flood with pure want as your eyes sneak a look at her all-consuming aura.
Mina’s hand darts for your throat, giving you a squeeze…not enough to hurt but enough to remind you exactly what this was…who she was.
She is adjusting you to look directly at her again. Jaw clenching with a sneer on her face that was so subtly ferocious, it could’ve shattered any brat who crossed her.
“I need you to understand something, sweet girl.” Her thumb strokes your jaw like she’s soothing you while she’s threatening you.
“You. Belong. To. Me.”
“Oh, fuck.” slurred out from your lips as you press your thighs together to get some form of friction, wanting the ache calm a little so you don’t lose your composure anymore than you already have.
Mina’s other hand slaps your thigh—hard—forcing you open.
“…and you know you belong to me.” Another slap, even with the calmness in her voice.
“Your orgasms are mine” running her finger along your cloth covered slit, teasing you maliciously.
“…This pretty little cunt is mine.” Growled as her forehead presses against yours, forcing eye contact even further.
“You do not cum without permission, you do not touch without permission and you know I’m patient enough to make sure that you get exactly what you deserve when you act like this.” Slapping the front of your panties enough to splatter your now entirely obvious wet spot on your thighs.
“You are my toy and I will do whatever I want with you, do you understand?” another slap, this one way harder than the first, eliciting the most pathetic whimper you’ve ever made.
Mina’s eyes widening at the sound, almost breaking her for a moment, before falling back into her role.
“Make that sound again.” murmured as she remembers her control.
“But this time, make it slower…fuck, you’re so pretty for me.” as she leans her head down to roll your nipple into her mouth, putting slight pressure on your pussy.
Trembling with want, you start rutting against her finger, pushing your weight down so the fabric hits right where it needs to.
“That’s how we are going to be today?” the calmness in her voice makes your stomach drop as she bites your boob aggressively.
“Bitch” Breathed out with a whimper, signaling you very much enjoy this.
Oh no.
“That’s what you want, hm?! You want to push me like that today?!” her grip on your throat gets tighter again, her eyebrow rising with frustration and you know that means you’re in trouble.
She was going to make this excruciating.
Mina leads you to the bedroom, steering you down the hallway and through the bedroom door until the back of your thighs hit the mattress.
“Just remember…” her eyes squint before she lets go of you only to push you down on the mattress, bouncing as you land on the black comforter adorning your shared bed.
“You decided this, darling.” gathering her hair and throwing it into a messy bun quickly to get it out of the way, she slips off the sweatpants in a flash, her thong falls off with it, now completely nude.
A weak attempt to sit up proves impossible.
“No.” Mina’s palm presses your shoulder, forcing you flat on your back and forcing your knees apart.
Mina pulled your panties to the side and asks you a very simple question.
“Why do we listen? Hm?” one of her finger's hovers over your soaked pussy, waiting for you to take this second chance.
“Becau-” a slap to your cunt cuts you off midsentence along with a guttural moan , the stinging setting in with each passing breath as you clench around nothing so hard that it’s visible to her.
“Rhetorical question.” said as if she’s bored followed by another smack.
“You listen because I am, what?” patiently waiting for a very specific answer.
“Y-you’re…” Mina moves to be between your legs, resting your thighs at her waist, forcing you to keep your legs open.
“I’m…? I am what?” hand raising to show you she’s not going to let up until you give her what she wants.
“M-Mommy” murmured to her, squirming as she tightens her grip around one of your legs.
“Good girl…” domineering as she kneels down and licks your pussy with slow deliberate strokes.
You lean into her tongue before she kisses your clit one single time and places your panties over your dripping core, a cruel barrier placed back.
“Fuck, please!” breathily whispered out to her as tears well up in the corners of your eyes. The ache was consuming and there was no fighting it.
You needed her.
You needed her inside of you.
Mina crawls up your body and pins your shoulders with her knees, giving you a close, torturous view of the slick trailing down her inner thighs.
Lifting your neck and sticking your tongue out, you’re unsuccessful in tasting her. You huff out in frustration.
“Look what you do to me, baby.” running a finger over herself and offering it to you as a treat. You lick it ravenously, not wanting to waste a single drop.
“You’re so…pathetic.” giggling to herself maliciously as she brings her hand back to her clit to rub small circles around it.
“Mmmmm, you would do just about anything for me to touch you, wouldn’t you?” head tilting back to let out a breathy moan as she picked up the pace of her pleasure.
Mina’s chest tightens, breath hitching while she grinds her hips against herself viciously.
Losing your mind at the sight, you start trying to flip her, but you are powerless.
“Awh…” Mina taunts, watching you struggle.
“N-Need to taste the mess you made that badly, huh?” thrusting herself forward more, just out of reach.
“You knew it would be like this if you pushed back…shit…But you do know I like my sluts to push back…makes me so wet to see you struggling under me.” condescending snark thrown at you while in such a compromising position causes you to groan, a “complaint” volleyed to your domme.
Moving her hand away, she thrusts forward fluidly as she humps the air in front of your mouth, teasing you and taunting you with what you can’t reach.
“You look so desperate like this.” moaned as she gets off on your hopeless whimpers before lowering her cunt just enough for you to give her a long lick from entrance to clit, swallowing her wetness as your tongue glides between her slit, being sure to flatten your tongue over her bud as it passes.
Mina swears under her breath.
“Stick your tongue out and keep it out!” demand barked at you as she lowered herself further down, forcing your head back into the sheets with her thighs.
“Give me your hands.” holding hers out, shifting her knees forward to the sides of your head.
Reaching up without even thinking, you grab her hands. Mina uses them to balance herself over you before grinding down into your mouth. It’s rough and frantic, like she’s claiming something.
You don’t move, letting her use you, taking what is given happily.
“Fuck” heard through the wet sounds of your tongue meeting her.
“You’re such a good little toy for me, b-baby.” fingers tightening around yours.
Feeling yourself leaking all over the comforter, dripping down your own legs and you buck your hips in rhythm with hers while clenching around nothing.
You want her inside of you almost as much as you want to make her cum down your throat.
Shifting her weight and letting go of your hands, Mina leans back, now using your thighs as support and she continues on.
“You’re going to -oh fuck-” with a hiss as you latch onto her clit to try and distract her from the fact that you were rutting against nothing.
Before you can even think about continuing pleasuring her, she scoots back and sits on your chest, removing herself from your mouth.
Her hand reaching back and slipping your panties to the side again before rolling her fingers lightly over your clit, just for you to squirm under her. Mina sucks air through her teeth at you feeling of you trying to get more friction.
“I told you to stick your tongue out…and as much as I love when you try to take over, If you don’t hold still…I will edge you for days. Do you understand?” huffed out as she presses her fingers harder against you.
“Mommy, p-please.” the ache you feel is almost unbearable, you grind into her digits harshly, causing her to pull back as you moan out for her.
“That’s right, my perfect little slut.” bringing her hand forward so you can see how much of your slick is coating them. Beads of want gathered and dripping from her fingers.
“Beg for me…” she takes her hand and smears her own drenched pussy with your juices.
“Mmmm, so warm.” rubbing her clit right in front of your face.
There’s a pool of her own need gathering on your chest, her desire very palpable as she tortures you through her own pleasure.
“I need to taste you, Mommy…please!” eyes welling up, voice shaky.
“Keep your eyes on my fingers.” Mina orders, rubbing furiously on her pussy.
Slowing down she makes sure she has your attention, when she sits up on her knees right over your face.
Toying with her pussy gently before spreading herself open over you, letting you watch as she dips a single finger inside. Her face contorts as she attempts not to moan, you can see her dominance slipping, faltering and cracking under the desire.
The urges that were once forced to the back of your mind, brought forward only by her cruel edging stirring the feeling and stoking the fire.
Turning into a whining mess, you dig your nails into her thigh while making direct eye contact with her.
“Use your words.” pulling her now drenched fingers out of herself, looking down at you and waiting for your response.
“Fuck me.” breathed out.
Mina allows you to scoot backwards and sit up, taking a seat on your thighs. Dripping with absolute heat, you can feel her slick as it sluggishly trails to your panties that were already completely ruined.
Arms folding around your neck, she leans in and kisses you. Heavily, passionate, practically laying you down on the bed again by leaning all her weight on you.
“Stay here and don’t move a muscle…I don’t want to have to edge you any further so please listen this time or you won’t cum at all.” growled out before she crawls off your lap and reaches into the nightstand drawer, pulling out your favorite toy.
A double ended “strap” on without any straps.
Mina wastes no time, slipping the toy inside herself with a groan of pleasure before turning to you.
“Good girl…you finally listened…” tangling her fingers into the waistband of your ruined panties and practically ripping them off you, she pulls you by your thighs to the side of the bed with your soaked cunt where she needs it.
Mina rubs the toy along your slit. Up and down, painfully slow, catching your entrance every other stroke or so just to make you shiver with anticipation.
“Mina…plea- oh FUCK” right before you could beg again, she thrusts in, all at once.
“M-Mommy!” cried out, body arching as she starts pounding. Deep, rel
“That’s right baby. You take me so fucking well.”
“Look at you, flushed and -oh fuck- crying under me.” moaning into your ear while she pounds into you.
Tears trickling down your cheeks as you bring your legs up to give her better access. Bodies pressed together becoming inseparable, Mina takes a hand and tugs your hair back to sink her teeth into your neck aggressively, marking you up and leaving no room for anyone to ask who you belong to.
“Such a good…” one particularly harsh thrust has you wailing out into the empty room.
“…little…”
“…Toy…” feeling an extra spike of heat in your pussy, you realize she’s drenched the toy and the warmth is her slick now coating the part of the strap that is going inside of you.
“M-Mina, cum inside” locking your legs around her and pulling her deeper inside of you.
“Yeah? My pretty little whore wants to be bred? Hm?” picking up the pace and slamming into you with all her might and every ounce of speed she has, almost making you regret wanting it.
“Please, b-baby! I need it…I n-need you!” you sob.
Mina holds you down by your arms and watches you shatter completely.
The tension inside you explodes, you can feel your cunt clenching around her as she pistons into your cervix, as deep as you could take her. The fire in your stomach threatens to burst, being stoked over and over again until finally…she throws gasoline. Liquid permission right into the blaze.
“Take all my c-cum then, you pathetic slut.” before moaning uncontrollably into your ear and haphazardly jolting as she tries to continue on.
Your body follows her lead.
Writhing underneath her, gripping onto her so harshly she hisses at the feeling of your nails digging into her skin…she bites down on your shoulder as she rides both of you out before relaxing into your arms.
Pulling her hair out of her bun, moving it off her back, you’re both panting as you start to trace circles down her spine, kissing her cheek while both of you come back down to each other.
“So…I take it you’re ovulating then?” whispered to her gently while tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, kissing her temple as it settles.
“Uhm…” she ponders briefly.
“You know what, I think I am…” eyes shifting up as she tries to remember where she is in her cycle.
“I think that it’s obvious you are…” giggling as she shifts to hover over you again, all while the strap is still inside.
You whimper at her movements.
“Oh?! and how is that?” softly grinding into you again, pushing into your cervix.
The soaked sounds emerging from both of you as she gently and slowly starts thrusting again.
“W-well, Mmmmm fuck, you only ever…” a moan cuts you off as she speeds up a little bit.
“…get like this when you are” her hands pin you down again and she’s back to animalistic, thrashing into you chasing her pleasure within you.
“I think you just want me to fuck my cum into you, don’t you baby?”
There is no pretending you are anywhere near put together. Slurring words, attempting to hold back grunts, and the way you’re holding onto her for dear life, completely and utterly lost within her.
“That’s right, darling….Let me take what’s mine!” The guttural growl escaped her lips before she tightens her grip on your arms and bites shoulder, moaning and cumming to the rhythm of the slaps between you.
The sound of her pleasure was enough to send you over the edge again, clenching down on the strap and screaming as shockwaves pulsate through every inch of your body.
Mina collapses on top of you, curling her arms around you, panting and laying soft languid kisses across your chest.
“…y-you’re so…” you break the silence, quietly regulating your breathing.
“…hot…” smiling as you make the statement.
Sheepishly lying on your chest, Mina is beaming a smile into the darkness of the room.
“What do you mean?” Now she’s using your own trick against you, seemingly having released that dominance streak.
“Honey, we are laying in a puddle…you’re literally still inside me…are you really going to pretend like you don’t know?” now rubbing her back as she decompresses.
“I think…that’s a fair assessment.” giggling as she props herself up to meet your face with hers, kissing you gently while caressing your cheek.
“You did wonderfully, my love.” another deep kiss, laced with love and care.
“Let’s get cleaned up…and finish those lego sets!” finally pulling out of you, leaving a noticeable emptiness that makes you whine as she launches out of bed and makes her way to the bathroom.
Mina giggles at your moan, almost like she’s proud of it.
The shower flicks on and she returns, still very naked, but now you can really get a good look at her. There are bite marks all over her neck and shoulders…ones that will definitely bruise over the next day.
“Oh my god, babe…I’m so sorry.” as you stand and reach over to examine her battle scars, but she catches her hand, lacing her fingers with yours.
“I feel like I should be apologizing to you…” guiding you to the bathroom, fingers lazily laced together.
At first glance, it doesn’t look too bad…but once your eyes focus you can see that she has marked you with the same degree of marks and bruises.
Mina stands behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist, and resting her chin on your shoulder. Swaying slightly with her, she leans in and kisses a few of the bruises she has access to at the moment.
“You can be sure that Nayeon is going to point them out later at Jihyo’s.” teasing her.
Already mortified, she groans at the thought, hands snapping to cover her face in embarrassment, knowing you were right.
“Don’t worry, honey.” tone with a little too much sugar.
“We can tell them you were the top this time.” smirking as you say it.
“HEY! What is that supposed to mean?!” as you break away from her and get in the shower to rinse off.
“You know what it means, babe”
Mina huffed and puffed before getting into the shower with you, dramatic in every action. Prepared, you stepped out of the waterfall and let her rinse off.
“I think I proved just now that I’m not just a bottom.” washing her face as she talks, continuing the argument.
“Yeah, absolutely… 2% of the time you’re a “big scary domme,” you say, wiggling with your words.
“Shut up!” Mina slaps your arm playfully before grabbing the shampoo
“Well you called me Mommy soooo…seems like you’re the bottom…at least for today.”
Standing there with your mouth ajar, you glare into her.
“Fine. I can accept that…for today.” winking at her before getting out of the shower.
Drying off and getting dressed in some sweatpants and a loose-fitting long-sleeved shirt, you go back out to the living room and lay on the couch.
The snow is still falling, and you have a few hours before Jihyo’s party.
Mina waddles out to find you, wearing your sweatpants and your long-sleeved shirt, rubbing her eyes sleepily before finding her way into your arms.
Head on your chest, you can feel her relaxing into you as her breathing gets deeper and more rhythmic. Falling asleep together as the soft music continues to play, cozy as ever.
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Just like that, the doctor left the room, letting Alfred drink in silence. It was in that stillness that a realisation, as heavy as rain clouds, descended upon the ailing man. He had seen other staff and volunteers fall sick throughout the year. A job hazard, he supposed. But Dr Hale? He had never shown weakness. A bit fatigued after long hours perhaps but not even a sniffle or cough.
Nothing slowed him down.
And that made something deep within Alfred ache. Not from the cold settling in his chest. Something more profound, a kind of pain rooted in helplessness while watching someone you care for burn themselves to ash.
Because falling sick was human.
Falling sick was mercy.
It reminded a person to pause and rest.
Aris never fell sick. Never stopped to give himself a break.
That itself was a kind of prison.
And Alfred will be damned if he let another young man soldier on alone.
Danny: Are you aware Bruce Wayne has a thing for you?
Clark: What? No way he does.
Danny: Yeah, why do you think he's glaring at me right now? He's jealous of how much I've been chatting with you.
Clark: He always looks like that.
Danny: No, he doesn't. Everyone knows Bruce Wayne is the friendliest most prince charming man around! And that, is not the look of Gotham's Prince.
Clark: Oh yeah....I forget people think that about him....
Danny: Pardon?
Clark: Nevermind. Look, Bruce does not have feelings for me.
Danny: *sigh* I guess it's going to be a long difficult road of love for Mr.Wayne.
Meanwhile across the gala hall:
Dick: Sheesh, B. Reel it in. The guy is going to notice.
Bruce: Oh no, was I being obvious?
Tim: Extremely. Literally every time he looked over here, you were staring.
Bruce: Blast!
Jason: If it makes you feel better, only those who know you would know that is the face you make when you have a crush. Everyone else would think you're planning their downfall.
Bruce: What? Really?
Damian: Yes, Father. It's a bad habit. Your face loses all emotions, like the edge of a freshly sharpened blade, whenever you stare at those you are infatuated with. My mother found it attractive, but she was raised to be a killer all her life. That man is likely terrified.
Bruce: What am going to do!? He just makes me so nervous I panic!
Dick: Just, calm down and go talk to Mr. Fenton! Its not like you have no experience- Damian is living proof of that
Bruce: He was an accident!
Damian: Why do you forsaken me, Father?
Bruce: Sorry. I mean, look everyone else I've been with has always been physical only or connected in some way to my night job. Never has it been about feelings and a civilian. Especially Clark's childhood friend.
Steph: Can I offer some advice?
Bruce: Please
Steph: Stop bing a bitch and go talk to him before another fine piece of ass steals him away.
Cass: Well said, well said.
Bruce: I- okay I'll talk to him.
Tim: Looking like that?
Bruce: What's wrong with my outfit?!
Tim: Your clothes are fine. Its your face. B you look like your about to grab brace knuckles and break his face.
Dick: I can hear the fight music
Jason: *waery sigh* We're never getting a step parent. We'll be half orphans for the rest of our lives.
Damian: Its a shame. I could have gotten that man at the alter weeks ago.
Dick: Oh? How?
Damian: Simple. Watch. *screams* MY LEG. MY LEG. HELP. I ACCIDENTALLY STABBED MYSELF WITH MY STEAK KNIFE.
Danny pushing theough the gathering crowd: I'm a doctor! Let me through!
Damian muttering: When he comes over here to stop my bleeding you invite him to dinner as a thank you, Father. The rest of you, get a form of contact to take him out to dinner for saving your baby brother and then plan encounters in public. We're going to make him want kids.
Tim: You absolute mad lad, this is a great idea.
Bruce: NO!? WHY DID YOU STAB YOURSELF?!
Dick: Now hold on, B. This could work. Thats how Damian helped me and Kori get together.
Bruce: WHAT?!
Damian: They call me Knife Cupid for a reason Father. I'm seven for seven in success rates.
Martha: Oh Bruce, you're still so young. What happened?
Danny: Um, I think you have the wrong ghost. My name is Danny-
Thomas: You can't be older then fourteen. Oh, my baby, how did you die in only six years? Im so sorry, I should have been there. Should have protected you better. Should made sure your mother could have at least done it my place! If only I had been the only one to die in that alley!
Martha: Don't blame yourself Thomas. That thief is the one who took our lives and he was only there because of my pearls. If anyone is to blame for our deaths, it's me.
Thomas: My love, don't say such nonsense. It was never your fault!
Danny: Er, I really think you have the wrong person.
Thomas: Nonsense. Ghosts can sense family ties and you are definitely our son. Can't you feel it? The connection? It should feel like a smaller version of a Haunt. Have you gone to your Haunt yet? Papa can show you.
Danny mystified: I did follow the feeling of a miniature Haunt out here. Wait, does that mean, you're my birth parents?
Martha: Birth parents? Bruce, do you not remember us?
Danny: Look, I'm not Bruce, my name is Danny Fenton. I was adopted by the Fentons when I was a newborn after my parents left me in a firestation drop box.
Martha: *gasp* Bryce? Is that....you?
Danny: ....I just said it was Danny.
Thomas: Look, my love, the birthmark on his neck. Its him. Its our Bryce.
Danny: I'm confused
Martha crying: You're our second son. When I had you and your twin brother, Bruce, the doctors said you were a stillborn. We thought....we burried you....we mourned you...and this whole time you were alive?
Thomas crying: You died today didnt you. You were alive....and now....you never got to adulthood.
Danny: um
Martha hugging him: Shhhh its okay. Mama and papa are here. We may not have been able to have you in life but in death, we can be a family
Danny: Ummmm
Thomas hugging them: We're united and we can be a family. We'll wait for your brother. Bruce will join us hopefully for many years to come.
Danny: Im not dead.
Martha: Oh honey I know its hard to accept but-
Danny switching from Phantom to Fenton: Im not dead. I'm half alive.
Martha: Wha-
Danny: I can also leave the Ghost Zone whenever I want.
Thomas: You can get to Bruce then... you can go to your brother! Check up on him! Be our bridge to him! My love its a miracle! Our Bruce and Bryce are both alive!
Danny: About that, why did you name your kids with only one letter difference-
Martha: no time for those questions! You must go to Gotham and find Bruce!
Danny: Hold on I never said-
Thomas: Do not talk back to your mother young man.
Danny: Shes not my-
Martha: My powers let's me send Shadows to the living world. I've been using them to cloak Bruce when he walks home but I think I should be able to send you to him. Hold on- there he is. In his room. I'll put you in his closet
Danny: Wait- *pops out of existence*
Thomas: That was close. He almost found out I misspelled Bruce's name on the paperwork and the nurse assumed I was going for a twin theme. I should have scratched that out better.
Martha: You always had terrible spelling. Hopefully our boys didn't inherit that. Can you hear anything?
Thomas concentrating: Its not raining too much in Gotham. I can only hear where the raindrops touch since I died in the rain puddle but- there! Alfred just heard Bruce scream and he's running through the yard. Yes, Bryce just crashed through Bruce's window and is Alfred turned in his direction now. Wait, it sounds like Bryce is running from the manor. Bruce is right after him. Goodness what time is it? They shouldn't be running around Gotham so late.
Martha: Gotham rain and shadows will protect them.
Thomas: The last time you said that Bruce got thrown into a dumpster
Martha: That was because he was dating that girl. She's a real firecracker. I hope Ms. Kyle and Bruce met again and marry. She's perfect. Do you think Bryce likes girls?
Thomas: After that little light show to change from ghost to human? No the boy is practically a moving gay club.
Martha: Hes perfect. Our boys are perfect
Thomas: Yes, and they're together again. Shall we return to our Haunt my dear? I want to see if we can access the shadows to watch them.
