The Coppersmith's Bride is a cute, wholesome, and funny little manga.
But when I read it, I can't help but feel like Shinzo Abe's ghost is looking over my shoulder while whispering, "Don't you want to get married at age 18? And then start a family in your tiny hometown where the average age is somewhere in the middle 50s while keeping a traditional Japanese craft alive? Doesn't this manga make that look reaaallly enticing??"
synopsis: nayeon and momo have a fight... and then make up through rough sex
overstimulation, angry nayeon, top nayeon, bottom momo, angry sex, dirty talk, rough sex
1k words
nayeon slammed the door shut, leaving the japanese girl alone in their shared apartment.
momo sighed. she hated when the two of them fought. it was always over the stupidest things that would most definitely seem unimportant later on. but for now…
momo sighed again.
—
it had been four hours since nayeon left the house, and momo was bored beyond imagination. she had done everything she could think of. she took boo and dobby on a walk, prepared ingredients for dinner, made a new playlist… she even did an ab workout for the hell of it. and she never did ab workouts.
it was getting dark now. she was now afraid that nayeon wouldn’t come back tonight. her unnie sometimes took the liberty of sleeping over at another member’s house when things got heated between them.
—
momo hated eating dinner alone. sure, food was her favorite thing in the world (second place to her unnie, of course), but she hated eating alone. she checked her phone again for the 50th time, only to be slapped again by no messages.
she thought about sending something but eventually decided against it.
it was probably best to give nayeon some space.
—
momo laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. she was sure it was past 12 am now. she was actively rethinking what had happened in the day.
maybe it was the exhaustion or because she missed the presence of a human being (she loved her dogs but it really wasn’t the same), but her sanity slowly began slipped away. her mind wandered from her fight in the morning with nayeon unnie to the pasta she had last week with sana.
somehow, just somehow, her mind even went as far as thinking how hot nayeon looked when she was pissed.
nayeon was always attractive to her but when she was angry, it was something else.
momo’s hand slowly drifted down her own body. her hand slipped past her waistband and found her throbbing clit.
a whimper escaped her lips at the thought of angry nayeon fucking her roughly. she rubbed small circles into herself. the sensation sent jolts of pleasure down her body, but for some reason, it wasn’t the same as when nayeon touched her.
momo inserted a finger inside herself, trying to figure just what nayeon did to get her off. her own touches felt good, but it felt like it was missing something.
the japanese girl desperately touched herself, trying to chase her high. maybe it was that her fingers were as long as nayeon’s.
momo groaned in frustration.
“you know, i’ve been watching for a while, baby. can you not even fuck yourself properly without me?”
momo jumped slightly at the sound of nayeon’s voice. she could hear her heart beating wildly in her eardrums.
nayeon slowly made her way towards the younger girl with a dark look in her eyes.
“if you missed me this much, why didn’t you just call me so i could help you out, hmm? or—” nayeon dragged on the last word as she climbed on the edge of momo’s bed. “were you hoping that i would find you like this? fucking yourself like a desperate little slut?”
momo swallowed hard at her unnie’s words. nayeon pulled momo's clothes down in a smooth, rapid motion, leaving her lower body bare and exposed.
her juices glistened in the moonlight, some of it even dripping down onto the bedsheets.
“unnie i-i’m sorry,” momo panted out as nayeon shoved a long finger inside her with no warning.
nayeon immediately stopped. “shut up. i don’t want to fucking talk about that right now.”
momo nodded frantically. she clenched hard around nayeon’s finger. it turned her on to an unbelievable extent when nayeon looked pissed.
“unnie please,” momo begged. she groaned in frustration when nayeon still didn’t move in and out of her.
“words.”
“please fuck me,” momo whined. nayeon finally resumed pumping in and out of her. her unnie’s fingers reached her g-spot easily, hitting her sensitive spot over and over again.
momo could already feel her climax coming—from nayeon’s rough thrusts and how turned on she was, it likely wouldn’t take much for her to cum.
“unnie!” momo came with a scream, her fists holding onto the bedsheets for some sort of support.
even as momo reached her climax, nayeon didn’t stop pumping in and out of her.
“mmm too s-sensitive,” momo whimpered when nayeon’s pace didn’t slow. momo tried to close her thighs, trying to escape her unnie’s prying fingers, but nayeon held her legs still.
“keep your legs open, you slut,” nayeon reprimanded. nayeon’s grip on her thigh was so tight that she was sure it would bruise the next day.
momo came again, this time, her body twitching as she did so. nayeon knew that momo got sensitive easily, but she still didn’t stop.
“u-unnie, i can’t,” momo cried out. she was so close to crying. it was all too much—she could only feel the continuous rhythm of nayeon’s finger going in and out of her abused pussy.
nayeon scoffed. “nice try, baby. you have a safe word, so ‘unnie, i can’t’ isn’t going to cut it. and you know, you’re the one grinding against my hand like a little slut. you’re so fucked out that you can’t even think properly.”
momo gasped at her words. she reached her orgasm for the third time tonight, this time with a silent scream.
it was only then that nayeon removed her slick-drenched fingers.
momo’s vision blacked out, her body twitching erratically from the aftermath of being fucked too hard.
when momo’s consciousness returned, she was half expecting nayeoneonnie to have left or the entire situation to be a dream, but nayeon was still there, cuddled next to her.
“i’m sorry about earlier,” nayeon mumbled into her neck. she had her arm wrapped around the younger girl’s waist.
“i’m sorry too,” momo said breathlessly. she breathed in deeply, sighing as the familiar smell of nayeon—strawberries and vanilla—filled the air again. “i missed you so much.”
nayeon suddenly started laughing. “i know, i could tell.”
