smmry ༯ kai brainstorms the idea of really telling you who he is because he can’t stand how much it’s hurting you. a few bumps in the road come between that and the truth, though.
→ part three //smau, fluff, angst, gn!reader
a/n: @aweinkai this is for uuuu !!! thank u guys for the support, i think i have one more part for this to be honest… and it will include the iconic kiss tehe
Hi Anna! I’ve been following along with your fics for a while, and I especially loved spilled milk! I wanted to ask a question though. I was wondering what app or website you used to make your groupchat texts ? I’ve been trying to figure it out for EVER but I couldn’t find anything on it 😭 tysmmmm,
-🐻❄️
hi lovely!! thanks for ur message it’s so sweet!
i use social maker/ social dummy… they’re old apps that i’m still lucky to have on my phone 😭
៹ 04 synopsis 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 after their short meeting turned into a mess—the boys are still having a hard time guessing what really happened last night, but it wasn't so soon until someone slipped up [previous part here. <3]
៹ pairings 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 ot5 x afab!reader
៹ genre 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 smau >< mostly crack tee-hee (the reliance on a broken humor was evident). slice of life <3
៹ warnings 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 heavily inspired by the big bang theory !! tons of cussing. use of yn. jjun & gyu are a bit of a perv. suggestive jokes. tyun being an old man :p
wawi's notes: HELLOOOOOO long time no post >< I AM SO SO SO SORRY for being inactive these days, i got caught up on the game i was playing hehehehe ... the much-awaited update is here, and i guess everyone already has a hunch on who is our suspect :p LOVELOTS, MY LOVERS <333
smmry ༯ after weeks of coincidences, you can’t help but start to feel insane! it doesn’t help that kai keeps looking at you like you’ve gone insane - maybe it’ll take a simple task for the truth to come out.
→ part two //smau, fluff, gn!reader
a/n: dedicated to my wawi once again (@aweinkai) and an apology for going m.i.a for a day >< again i am a spiderman larp rn so forgive me if i get the lore or concept extremely wrong idek. there are multiple written parts !!!
WHEN spiderman bursts into the abandoned warehouse that you were kidnapped to, you feel less thankful than what you expected to be. In fact, the entire time the bag was thrown over your head and you were thrown into the back of a van, you could only think about how Spiderman would probably be here soon.
You spot him when you tip your head back after the bag on your head was removed by one of the crooks. They tried to intimidate you, make you cry for the random video but they were quickly scared by the onslaught of growing sirens in the distance. All you wanted to do was calm yourself down - ease the tidal waves of anxiety splashing in your stomach but the red mask above you feels like a damning ripple in the quaint, settled sea.
Just metres above you is a dangling superhero that you’re honestly not overly surprised to see. The familiar red face greets you, but he taps a finger over where his mouth should be to indirectly tell you to be quiet.
He drops softly from the ceiling and shuffles to where your legs are taped to the legs of the old chair. You glance at the busy bodies around you, thankful they’re occupied by the growing noise of police sirens to see the eyesore of colour crouched by your legs. You try not to hiss as he tugs the tape from your legs.
You can’t help but really stare at spiderman because something just feels sickly familiar. The outline of his strong jaw and pointed nose makes a bell in the back of your head start to ring, dinging louder with every interaction you have — with every inch he gets closer.
“Hey! Wait, is that fucking Spiderman!?” A voice yells and breaks you from your trance. You whip your head up to witness the group of men scatter, drawing knives and small guns from their pockets as they storm over to where the crouched hero is. Within seconds your arms are ripped from their ductape bindings and a pained yelp escapes you as the cool air licks are your stinging skin. The masked hero mumbles a faint apology before he’s whisking you from your chair and propelling both of your bodies into the air.
A bullet whizzes past your head which causes you to grasp onto the hero without thinking. Only then do you realise how strong his grip is on your waist and how your legs automatically tangled around his thin, toned waist. There’s no time to really think about anything when the wind is whipping your hair around wildly and you’re clinging onto the suited hero that seems to follow your every thought now.
Your arms cling around his shoulders, eyes wide and full of bewilderment. This in no way matches the time you were gently plucked from the main street and placed in an alleyway - not with the way he uses a strong left arm to crush your waist against his torso as he flies across the skies by a webbed rope.
He webs between buildings without an inkling of doubt, twisting and curling around corners that seem deathly impossible. Your words are caught in your throat as you blatantly stare at the hero.
“You found me, again.” You mumble, eyes dissecting the fabric thin covering his face. He turns his head towards you just by a slight angle and it’s like you can read his face.
I know.
YOU decide against messaging Kai because you know he’ll end up telling you to leave the dirty clothes for him to wash. It feels a bit unfair, despite the fact you selfishly enjoy that he does the washing and drying that he is doing it 99% of the time.
It can’t be that hard right? The beaten line of dirtied washing machines is vaguely more terrifying than what you realise but you fairly remember Kai mentioning that the second machine on the far left seems to be in the best shape.
“Please don’t eat my clothes.” You whisper a plea to the machine as you rip the flimsy door open. The familiar waft of soft clean linen and faint synthetic floral greets your senses as your eyes land on a pile of slightly damp clothes. You wince as you look between your pile of unwashed clothes and the damp, soggy pile.
Maybe if you put it in a dryer the owner won’t realise?
With a quick scan of the room around you and deciding it’s criminally empty, you swiftly begin to pull out the pile of clothes. The clothes slop against the floor with a wet plop, slowly creating a slippery puddle next to your feet.
“Oh.” You mumble as a familiar band tshirt peers at you from the centre of the drum. Even in its dark, dampened state you recognise the flakey scrawled letters and faded imagery on the chest of the shirt. It’s the same shirt Kai wears when he’s just chilling in the house, when he’s being lugged to the gym by Taehyun, when he stays up late to finish university work — the same shirt he wears when you both stay up late eating ramen together while you rant about what woes you have both faced in the last few weeks.
It’s the same shirt he wore when you cried in front of him for the first time and Kai showed you that he is actually a friend and not just a roommate who tolerates your existence.
It then makes you feel bad when you realise you’ve plopped his clothes against the dirty, washing room ground.
The pile of socks that you grab next, you avoid throwing them on the ground. Though, a pile of red that you don’t recognise perks your interest.
You can’t remember Kai wearing such bright colours as the man’s closet mostly contained muted colours and the odd pop of white or grey. You remember the day you cackled when Yeonjun showed you a photo of Kai when he was seemingly 16, dressed head to toe in purple like it was a normal outfit choice. You’ll never forget the sight of purple skinny jeans and how you almost peed yourself as you airily breathed out , “Who the fuck sells purple skinny jeans!?”
Maybe he’s stemmed into colour again? You hum as you tug the peaking fabric out of the pile of dark clothes.
smmry ༯ when you think your roommate is the superhero that saves the city, it makes you understandably feels insane — especially when said hero seems to follow you everywhere!
— spiderman! kai x roommate! reader
a/n: this is purely a random idea i had and i am larping being a superhero fan so forgive me if it makes no sense to the real lore
hey soobvns! wanted to know how you're feeling about 9 to 5? i started reading the series and saw it's not complete and i got so bummed haha. i got invested too fast 😶🌫️ looking forward to the next chapter ❤️
hey, thank you for enjoying the series! i’m updating it as i go, the next part just needs to be proofread and edited so not too long hopefully :)
៹ sypnosis 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 being an illegal veterinarian for an animal trafficking organization, your job is solely focused on fixing a hybrid in order for them to be useful. there is no room for error in this field, and no room for any distractions, either. well, not until a python in need of saving and mating came into your clinic.
៹ pairings 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 python hybrid!yeonjun x veterinarian!femreader
៹ genre 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 smut with little to no plot. monster fucking (?) idk. nonidol!au
៹ warnings 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 detailed explicit content. themes of mating and heat. yj has two big dicks! sub!reader + softdom!yj. piv. unprotected sex (we must say no). sexual tension. coercion, but consent is given #trust. overstimulation. nipple play. cervix kissing. tummy bulge mentioned!
៹ word count 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 4500+
THE RAIN WAS POURING HEAVILY WHEN YOU HEARD CONTINUOUS LOUD BANGS ON YOUR DOOR. It was already two in the morning, and as far as your calendar is concerned, you are not scheduled to receive any packages tonight. Thunder claps in the sky, sending chills down your spine before you reluctantly head to the door, wearing nothing but your pajamas.
Your secluded clinic was profusely guarded; so there was no need to worry as no alarms were triggered upon the person's arrival. Turning the main light on, you began to unlatch the heavy locks. It revealed one of your boss’s allocated hunters, all drenched in rain, with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Fresh catch needs your chill pills, lady,” He went straight to the point, shivering before making himself at home in the reception of your clinic. A grimace forms on your lips when he starts to leave muddy footprints on the freshly mopped floor, even sitting in one of the cushions despite how wet he is.
Keeping your professional stance, you gave him a forced smile. “Where is it?” You then turned outside, only to see his van recklessly parked in your driveway. He then throws his keys, obviously has no plans on going back in the teeming rain.
Eager to finish the job early, you grabbed the umbrella in the corner to fetch the said catch. Having no idea what it is, your heartbeat starts to accelerate. This has been your life for almost three years now—you, a freshly graduated veterinary student who was drowning in debt, recruited to be the hybrid specialist in one of the biggest animal traffickers in the black market.
It was relatively lightweight—they provide you a hybrid to fix, you treat them as if they are good as new, and then you let them sell it to God knows who, where, or how. But, if you were given a choice, you would rather live paycheck to paycheck than carry the guilt for these hybrids over and over again.
Of course, you have never lived a day that there is no glimpse of fear in your chest. Your existence in this situation is illegal; there is no doubt that you could go to jail—or worse, revoke your medical license. Moreso, it has always been against your moral judgment to extract these hybrids out of their natural habitat, more so, let them be held by people in power who regard them as mere objects or prized possessions.
But, left with nothing but a five percent commission and a daily dose of blackmailing, you are still stuck here. You shook those thoughts out of your head before clicking the car’s keys. Letting the automatic backdoor open itself to reveal what you are going to work with.
Despite the darkness and the rain's thick fog, you are able to see a dark haired male hybrid, lean body cramped on the van’s interior. He is in a cuff, obviously under deep sedation with how low his head was hanging.
But what caught your attention was that his whole body is covered in dark bruises, and his face is decorated with scratches and small bleeding spots. You winced at the sight of the hybrid, immediately running back to ask for assistance from the arrogant hunter in your clinic.
After a successful transfer, you finally took a clear glance at the hybrid who is now lying on a vacant bed. The first thing you were fixated on was his unique and overly tantalizing features—in short, he is much more good-looking than other hybrids you have encountered. Pale pouty lips, noticeable gray highlights in his dripping strands, and his sharp yet rounded face complement his adoring complexity.
And, of course, the overbearing sight of the darkened bruises in his beautifully marbled grey-scaled skin alongside his wet, ruined clothes became the highlight of his whole appearance.
“A python…” You whispered to yourself, fingers glazing into his textured skin, “What happened to him?” The hunter scoffed at your inquiry, clutching his keys on the table as he started to back away.
“All I know is that his pathetic weakass lost a mating match,” The man cackled, playing with his keys before fishing a perfume-like bottle from his pocket. “Use this if he ever wakes up grumpy. Also, here is the key to his cuff.” He grinned, now standing by the doorway, giving you no chance to ask any more questions.
“Where did he—”
“Boss needs him in three days. Pronto.”
The next thing you heard was the loud shut of the door. The phyton hybrid violently shook in the bed, still unconscious, with his breaths getting slower and slower. As a precaution, you dragged two fingers to check the pulse in his neck, but a harsh grip stopped your wrist.
An audible gasp left you, lips trembling before you turned to face him. The blood in your face nearly drained when you noticed how different his eyes were. His grey pupils have vertical slits—and they were throwing fired-up daggers at your hand in the air. The python seemed to be discordant, chest unevenly heaving with his nose puffing in spite, as if he were sniffing every drip of your sweat.
Your heart was thumping at a rapid speed, partly in awe of how soft his pale scales are in your skin but mostly because he carries an ominous, dooming aura that you cannot just belittle. His now fully awake presence has wrecked your nerves on a whole other level. And that alone made him totally different from all the hybrids you have encountered.
As if there is something uncanny about him that keeps your brain pacing in anticipation.
“I am here to help…” Your voice is above a whisper, anxiously gulping when you hear him hiss. “This is a clinic, and I am a specialized veterinarian…” His eyes turned to your figure the moment you said who you were. He gazed at you from head to toe for ample minutes before hesitantly lowering his grip on your wrist.
The hybrid then gave his attention to his cuffed hands, brows knitting together as if he was mystified by the object restricting his wrist. “Oh, right, yes…” You blew a deep breath before fetching the key to his lock.
Back now facing him, you silently wished that he was just another hybrid that you could easily treat and forget. This is not the appropriate place where you could form any attachment to anything. Your line of work simply does not involve you as a person with feelings.
That includes whatever your mind is suggesting, which is wholly irrational to every extent.
You might be overthinking and going beyond everything, but living in total isolation with nothing but hybrids that come and go and occasional visits from the hunters has really made your brain rot with ideas you should not have. Gripping the edge of the table, you tried to go back to your senses, still looking for the key the hunter left.
However, the python, who was too eager and curiously sticking his nose into the whole new environment, followed your figure. You vigorously flinched the moment his wet body was pressed on your back, twisting within seconds as your body's automated defense to create a small space between the two of you.
“Wait in the—Shit!”
Out of pure shock, you accidentally hit the glass bottle that the hunter left, the ear-reeching sound of broken glass echoing through the room. A thick musky scent with a hint of sweet, tingling vanilla filled the room, causing him to inhale purposely. The smell was eerily familiar, and it itches your brain to remember the curriculum you learned as this is something you have read as a student.
You observed his questionable actions, gathering some hint to support the hunch forming in your head, intently looking up since he is much taller than you are. His sharp gaze is focused on the cracked bottle, while his entire body seems to be perplexingly tense and radiating with burning heat.
“Please step back.” Your palms landed on his chest, now feeling how much fire is raging on his body. You flinched the moment he hissed again, beads of sweat forming on his forehead despite the coldness of the weather. Anxiety simmered in your chest when he didn't budge, pupils now focused on your fright-laden face.
“Can you understand me?” The words coming from you are almost inaudible, internally panicking when he begins to occupy the tiny bit of space that separates your bodies. Your ass soon hits the table, now stuck between him and the furniture. The hybrid gave you a short nod, his eyes darting down to your quivering lips.
Knees shaking, you still tried to create a minimal distance, but he just won't cooperate. There is no doubt that he is much stronger than you are, even in his wounded state. And the subtle changes in his actions are alarmingly obvious; his breathing becomes ragged, slitted eyes darkly diluted, and his scaled, bruised skin is beyond boiling point.
Then, you finalized your train of thought with an absurd conclusion of where those could lead, and it only made your thumping heart more giddy as it is. Neither of you made a move, almost like the time stopped ticking for a brief moment.
Your brain—even in the midst of malfunctioning—tried to recall if you retained the right information about reptiles and their seasonal heat.
It is something that is out of your field. But as a veterinarian, of course, you still have an idea how to handle situations like this. Nothing out of the ordinary. You just to mend the hybrid who needs assistance, much as your professional help in relation to the matter.
You could almost hear his exhales lingering in your ears, and he occupying your space almost feels natural now. “It's—” Your voice hitched when he felt himself closer, leaving your whole body rigid. “It’s the pheromone perfume, right?” A small smile crept on his lips, nodding in an approving manner that left you momentarily confused.
Pheromone perfumes are not made to calm down reptile hybrids—what it does is the exact opposite. It stimulates the testosterone of the male pythons and acts as a sex attractant to signal receptivity.
This could only mean that the hunter had you in a setup the moment he brought the hybrid into your facility. And, you were too gullible to realize the trap he perfectly curated.
Or, the hunter is as clueless as you are to believe that this perfume is made to soothe reptiles in heat. In this field of work, any reason is almost possible, and they have made it clear that you are in no position to question it.
You are still deliberating the whole situation in your head when the hybrid leans in, the tip of his nose almost brushing into the curve of your neck. Your shoulder stiffened at the proximity, goosebumps scattered through your muddled system. “Hang on—” The grasp you have on his chest grew firmer, squirming under his caging torso.
“I am not…” Your lips parted when his hot breath fanned your exposed skin, unconsciously dipping your head to give him more space. “That kind of doctor…” The words hung in the air for a couple of seconds before he pressed a soft peck on your neck, urging your body to shrink within the contact.
Unsure if he understood what you had said, you tried to give him another push, but he just pulled the fabric of your pajamas as a gentle warning. You whined at his warmth, cheeks heating up as you felt him grin within your skin. The hybrid soon began peppering your skin with quick, impatient kisses, somehow telling you that he gave no bother if you were not the one who could appropriately accommodate him.
The anticipation in your chest was replaced with anxiety, unaware that the perfume had an immediate effect on the reptile. His cuffed hands start to tamper with your damp shirt, hastily planning to unbutton your top, which you tried to resist by wiggling your body.
“This is not—”
“I don't care.” Every neuron of your brain melts down at his raspy, strained voice, trailing off midway as if he is unclear of what to say, “You are a doctor. And, I need your help. Now.”
“No, a veteri—”
Nuzzling your neck further, the hybrid once again managed to stop you from talking. Another whine came from your throat, rumbling quietly as you kept reminding yourself that this should not happen. A part of you wants to help him, only because it is part of your sacred oath to help and treat patients in their demise. However, you have never encountered something like this in your whole life, to the point that it is almost impossible for you to think that this is actually happening.
Your evident hesitation made the hybrid step back an inch away to stare and read what is on your mind. It gave you a short moment to finally uncuff him, gently handling the metal dangling from his wrist. After letting you do your job, his lips are once again latched to your skin, unable to keep his mouth to himself for a few seconds. He flicked his forked tongue, licking a clean stripe into your jaw, with one of his arms snaking around your waist to bring you closer. Prickling sensation fills your nerves, merely frustrated with how you could feel your own body betraying your logical sense of reasoning.
It is unjust to give in to what he craves. That is not how it works. But you also cannot leave him hanging, not when his whole system was already clouded with the wildering effects of pheromones.
More so, you cannot deny that the taste of temptation has been numbing your rational state.
“I’ll—” You faltered in your reply, whimpers occasionally leaving your lips as his tongue began to slither near your ear. “I will help you…” His slitted eyes lit up at your response, making your heart leap. “But only if you let me treat you first.”
His lips tilted into a smirk, as if he was amused at your proposed condition. “That could wait.”
You barely registered his sudden change of demeanor when the hybrid hurriedly lifted you up in his arms, your legs clinging to him in an instant. Your fogged brain starts to override itself, trying to grasp any memory or information you have retained involving reptiles. Agitation runs through your veins, questioning the decisions that led you to this situation. And, the thick bulge bumping into your sex just adds more terror to your wrecked nerves.
Mind convulsing in nervousness, you were heedfully shocked when the python placed you in your bed. You stared at him in confusion, not knowing how he managed to map out your clinic and find your bedroom.
He offered a proud smile, both arms flexed into your sides as he once again terrorized your space. “I followed the trace of your scent.” The hybrid answered without being asked, lips trailing into your jaw.
His one hand travelled to cup your cheek, firmly holding your face before you finally felt his chapped lips above yours. Eagerness was oozing at his every move, hissing at the slightest touch of your delicate lips into his crippled ones. A wince even left him the moment you returned the kiss, accidentally bumping into one of his cuts.
You tried to pull away, but his grip on your jaw only grew tighter. Teeth hovering your bottom lip with ease the moment you opened your mouth for him. He swallowed every sound that came from your throat, nibbling your lips until it was all swollen. His rushed kisses drown your crumbling mind, almost flying out of your consciousness when his large palm flies to your thighs.
The heat of his skin directly sent waves of sensation to your core, whining softly when his tongue began to infiltrate the corners of your mouth. Your thighs clamped together when his other hand went to your nape, pressing his lips into yours like he intends to inhale every breath you take.
Your lungs start to burn from the lack of air, weak hands scratching his scaled skin. The hybrid seems to understand your plea, breaking the kiss before licking the remnants of your drool on his bottom lip.
After a deep sigh, your palms instinctively raise to at least maintain a small distance. “I do not know—” The hybrid chuckled at your attempt, brushing up his hair before lowering down your hands.
“Don't humor me. You know exactly what I need.”
You cannot tear your eyes away from him, not now that he looks absolutely magnificent while he undresses himself, revealing his toned stomach tainted with the perfect gradient of grey and black. It revealed more bruises in his body, some in the process of healing, while others are still in a bright shade of purple.
“Right, I should remove yours, too,” He mumbled, tone in a demeaning manner as if you are now under his mercy. Lost in a trance, you were bewildered by how fast he managed to unbutton each of your shirt's buttons. He whistled at the sight of your fully exposed chest, fingers playing in the hem of your shorts.
“Ass up, doctor.” The hybrid's dubious motives tripled the dozens of questions in your head, but your body still complied with his needs. In one swift pull, he managed to peel off your shorts and undergarments, leaving you almost naked in front of him.
Out of intuition, both of your hands went to cover your bare, wet cunt, ears heating up in embarrassment. He shook his head in disapproval, clutching your wrist carefully as he removed your makeshift cover. “There is no need to be shy about it,” The python spoke, grinning at the view of your pussy dripping into the sheets. “We really have that effect on mere humans.”
Your disoriented state was evident in your body language; your eyes blinked rapidly while your face was tinted red. He seems to notice them, lips tugging as he enjoys your dilemma. “It's Yeonjun,” He said, leaning towards your body, causing you to move backward. You hummed in response, unaware of what he meant.
“Yeonjun.” He paused, a mocking smile hanging on his lips, “It's the name you might want to scream.”
Mouth hanging in awe, your pussy thumped at the way he speaks. A sly smile was plastered on his lips, obviously liking your every reaction. “Again, no need to be shy, your kind tends to be loud when it comes to this—to us,” He continued, now busy with the garters of his pants. You swallowed a heavy lump before taking a proper look between his legs.
There is no need to question him; the huge bulge poking in his crotch is all the answer you needed. You could not help but picture his size in order for it to be bulging like that, as if it could rip the fabric of his pants just to be freed.
But nothing could have prepared you for what the python has been keeping in his pants, your thighs instinctively closing themselves at the sight presented in front of you. Yeonjun hissed the moment his sweats fell to the ground, revealing two leaking girthy cocks dangling in his body.
“Oh my God, are those—!”
“I told you you would be screaming,” He cackled, gradually making his way into your cramped figure, hovering your body in a beat. “And as always, I am right.” He whispered in your ear, leaving you all sensitive to the adrenaline rush he is sending to your body.
Your mind wants to focus on his lips brushing on your earlobe, but you cannot just ignore the warm, heavy cocks resting beside your thigh. Anxiety once again swarmed in your stomach, not because there are two cocks that could penetrate you any moment now, but because they are also long and thick, with their length only a handspan away from his knees.
How in many combined worlds will you make the two of them fit?!
“Come,” He urged, pushing off the fabrics of your pajama past your shoulders, leaving you completely bare under him. His lips began trailing on your collarbone, licking the skin that caused you to whine weakly. “I need to lock myself on you,” Yeonjun muttered between his kisses, one arm circling around your waist to press you closer in his scaled body.
“What?” You managed to breathe out, palms resting on his muscles as you feel overstimulated from all of his kisses. “Lock your—haaah…” The question hardly left you as his tongue found your erect nipple, stroking up and down with ease. Pleasure was undeniably spreading into your nerves, sultry moans leaving you when his tongue glided over your supple bud.
“Myself, yes,” Yeonjun answered, wide palm resting on your back before lifting you up smoothly. You gasped at his unannounced action, too lightheaded to even think about how you ended up caged in his arms while your face was pressed on his chest. The hybrid’s legs are also tangled with yours, squeezing you firmly with his strong limbs.
“So I could finally feel you around me,” His hands began to wander in your faint body, once again giving your mound his fair attention as he gave it a gentle squish. Your back arched at the contact, moans slipping out of your lips when his fingers gave your nipple a slight pinch. He giggled at your subtle response, even twisting his fingers to thoroughly stimulate you.
Woeful cries escaped you, hips mindlessly grinding into his to seek any actions that would soothe the aching neediness of your sex. Yeonjun was quick to follow, thumb drawing small circles around your sensitive nipple. “Need me?” He teased, clearly enjoying how your face contorts into bliss as he meets your hips halfway.
Nodding quickly at his answer, your hand began to find its way to his textured arms, grasping him closer while you hump yourself into him. The hybrid snickered at your advances, his hand finding your hips to halt your actions. You whined at the loss, but the gears of your brain started to rumble when you felt his hot tip skimming through your hole.
The uneasiness came back into your chest, remembering the fact that the hybrid has two cocks connected to his body. “W–Wait…” Your hands moved before your brain, clawing into his hand in panic. “Are you gonna—Uhm, use…” Yeonjun impatiently watched as you tried to form a sentence, in glee with how you are having a hard time while his tip continues to poke your entrance.
You took a sharp inhale the moment he entered your walls, eyes momentarily closing while you delved into the burning stretch of your pussy as he thrust his hefty tip. “Yeonjun—” The words got stocked into your throat when your cunt began to feel sore around his girth, sticky juices streaming down his remaining length as you tried to suck it in.
“Stay still,” He groaned, his grip on your flesh getting harsher. “You are much tighter than I had before.” Your cunt throbbed at his strained voice, almost sounding like he is pained with how your walls are snugging his length.
“It won’t fit—” Your struggles of talking sense to the hybrid were obvious, eyes stinging as tears started to form on its sides. Yeonjun’s breaths are shallow, loosely guiding his cock that is barely halfway into you. He knew from the start that this would be a challenge, but the way his body yearned to mate was beyond enticing to even back out now.
The python could only hold your sensitive body, locking himself within yours even if it hasn’t fully penetrated your sex. “It will,” He gently whispered, roughly hissing at the way you are warmly nestling his girth to the point that each inch of him was getting more and more impossible to slip in.
“But the two of them—oh God!” Your screams startled him for a second, grinning afterwards when he realized that he reached that sweet tingling spot deep in your walls. “Two of what?” He grins, obviously teasing as he hugs you closer, with the hopes that it could help him force his whole length into your fragile body.
“Both of your—Shit, Yeonjun!” Your balled fist landed into his chest, whining at his pulsating veins that are tickling your insides. “Both of your cocks won’t fit!” With your voice going frantic and pitch higher, the hybrid couldn’t help but laugh, stopping with only a few inches left.
Your face vibrates as it is pressed on his chest, looking up at him with your chin resting on his pec. “Haaah—I don’t really think—” The reason stumbles on your lips, brain too fumbled to compose a coherent sentence. Your eyes instantly shut tight, whole system was fighting the prolonged oversensitivity as his tip began to poke the heap of your cervix.
“Don’t fret,” He leaned his face on yours, resting his forehead into your sweaty ones. “I don’t usually use them both,” Yeonjun added, before leaving a brief kiss on your temple. “Unless you want me to?”
The tenderness of his voice contradicts what he had shown earlier, more so, melting every doubt that you have been trying to ignore for the past few minutes. You stare at his slitted eyes, finding anything that could help you regret this exact moment. But nothing. His grey eyes, despite their huge difference to yours, were nothing but sincere.
Your head shook voluntarily, giving him a concise answer. He nodded shortly, once again pinning your head to his chest before intently guiding the last bits of him into your filled pussy. Sultry moans combined with his sharp hisses filled your chamber the moment his whole length is nested on your walls, tears on the verge of falling as your lower belly starts to burn at the feeling of his cockhead brushing near your womb.
Walls squelching at how far he had reached, your breathing grew unsteady. Mind short-circuited when he shifted ever so slightly, almost screaming at the combined sensation of pleasure and pain. The way that he is squeezing your body with his doesn’t help either, as his stomach keeps on bumping into the noticeable bulge in your abdomen.
“Now this is locking,” He muttered, palms swerving into the curve of your body while his throbbing cock continues to stimulate your swelling walls. “Be a good doctor and let me breed you for good, yeah?”
wawi's notes: HELLO oh my freaking goodness, it has been awhile since the last time i posted. i am so sorry for ghosting u all, this is the worst writer drought i have ever experienced (p.s. thank you to my angel @soobvns for helping me getting back on track). i really took my time on this one bcs i want to be creative TT guess i burned out myself a little after researching mostly everything about pythons. for another, i want to thank you all for the 400+ followers !! this has been the best gift after spending three months in this platform. i love you all so much >< again, thank for reading my piece. you are very much appreciated by wawi, dearest <333
Hihihiii I just wanted to say I’ve been reading your fics & smaus and I really really love the way you write, reading your works have given me motivation to get into writing again (I gave up ages ago because I genuinely felt like I was rubbish at it) and I’m so thankful for coming across your blog!! 🫶
this is the loveliest message ever! thank you so much sweetheart <3
writing inspo comes and goes and i’ve definitely been on the side where i couldn’t muster up a single thing to write and finding that one piece that sparks your inspiration is a feeling ive felt before
so this message is incredibly heartwarming, thank you so sincerely!
summary ༯ when your roommate disappears 24/7 and comes back with ripped clothes a little too often, it’s only normal for you to question what he’s doing
→ part one //smau, fluff, gn!reader
warnings: swearing, usual shenanigans, larping being a spider-man fan i just like the idea of kai being a superhero & dedicated to my best moot @aweinkai because wawi is the best!! features from katseye yoonchae, cortis’ james and other txt members
summary ༯ when your roommate disappears 24/7 and comes back with ripped clothes a little too often, it’s only normal for you to question what he’s doing
→ part one //smau, fluff, gn!reader
warnings: swearing, usual shenanigans, larping being a spider-man fan i just like the idea of kai being a superhero & dedicated to my best moot @aweinkai because wawi is the best!! features from katseye yoonchae, cortis’ james and other txt members
