Today’s society is no longer Foucault’s disciplinary world of hospitals, madhouses, prisons, barracks, and factories. It has long been replaced by another regime, namely a society of fitness studios, office towers, banks, airports, shopping malls, and genetic laboratories. Twenty-first-century society is no longer a disciplinary society, but rather an achievement society. Also, its inhabitants are no longer “obedience-subjects” but “achievement-subjects.” They are entrepreneurs of themselves.
“People who live at the lower ends of watersheds cannot be isolationists — or not for long. Pretty soon they will notice that water flows, and that will set them to thinking about the people upstream who either do or do not send down their silt and pollutants and garbage. Thinking about the people upstream out to cause further thinking about the people downstream. Such pondering on the facts of gravity and the fluidity of water shows us that the golden rule speaks to a condition of absolute interdependency and obligation. People who live on rivers — or, in fact, anywhere in a watershed — might rephrase the rule in this way: Do unto those downstream as you would have those upstream do unto you.”
- Wendell Berry, from his essay “Watershed and Commonwealth”, in Citizenship Papers (2003)
We want to be treated well by others. We feel we deserve to be treated well and that others should be obliged to treat us this way. We don't care what they might think about us, as long as they always fulfill this basic obligation.
We obligate others through social pressure, through appeals to rights, and through the application of laws. While we are also obligated in the same way, we see the trade-off as worthwhile, since we generally have no problem with treating others well. After all, the obligation is not usually binding. We see others as similar to ourselves, so we automatically treat them well out of compassion and not because of any obligation.
But a problem arises when we encounter someone for whom we do not feel compassion. Now we are obligated to act in way that goes again our intuitive sense of right and wrong. We are forced to treat this person well when we do not believe they deserve it. Having to do this repeatedly can lead to resentment.
TW - mentions of panic attacks, death and violence. Small mentions of human rot and decay, please be advised.
I do not own Undertale or any sans au variants, I'm just writing a fanfic about a royal au Imao.
Not related to any already written royal au btw, this is my own thing. You also aren't related to anyone mentioned or seen. You're a human.
Summary: The kingdoms of light and dark have been at war for centuries, bloodshed and devastation that never stops. A table of trusted confidants sits close to the king of light, a chair belonging to you. Your skills with a sword are undisputed, but your king has a new task for you.
Marry the king of darkness to unite the kingdoms in the face of a new threat. Will the two kingdoms be able to overcome their strife with a simple marriage? Or will both crumble in the face of their own hubris?
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You could’ve sworn you slept in Dust’s bed last night, curled up under his blankets with an arm around your waist and his face nosing into your back. You’d felt him teleport you, talked with him, absorbed the information you read in the books you’d picked out. It was hard to prove that any of that happened when you woke up in your own bed, same clothes on, boots put neatly to the side, crown on the nightstand. That couldn’t have all been a dream, so vivid and real. Were you finally going crazy??
It was morning now, Everest would arrive with a cup of tea by the time you were finished getting ready, then you’d head down to breakfast. It was routine, something you thrived in, something you needed. You bathed away the remnants of the day before, trying to ward off the images of black sludge and the smell of rot. Even with the aroma of lavender soaps and strong herbs invading your senses, it wouldn’t stop. Even though whoever that monster was had technically been dead for a long time, you still felt this pang of grief for them. They reminded you of someone long ago, a soul lost to a threat new and unrelenting that couldn’t stay away. It was like a plague or an infestation, more and more showing up and with less remedies available.
You had to collect yourself. You were better than this.
You decided on a long gown for the day, pants pulled on underneath. It was more akin to a blanket than an actual piece of clothing, soft in a way that reminded you of Toriel’s fur. The crown made itself home on your head again, bringing together that air of royalty you weren’t quite used to yet. Would you ever be used to it? Hard to say.
“Your majesty! I’ve brought tea!”
“Come in!” Everest smiled when she saw you, giddy and radiating a nice energy wherever she went, “you look amazing! That shawl really matches your eyes, you’ll have Esther out of the job if you keep being so in tune with fashion.”
“Esther?”
“Palace seamstress. She makes almost everything the royal family wears, including everything you’ve worn so far.” She handed you an ornate cup placed on an equally beautiful saucer, steaming with the familiar scent of chamomile, “thank you Everest, it’s much appreciated. I do grow curious though if I may.”
“Ask anything your majesty, no worries.”
“How many people do you work with directly?” Everest seemed surprised by your question, collecting herself to gather that information in her mind, “well..I work with almost everyone in the castle, but in close proximity most of the time? It’s usually Ollie, Esther, Wryter, and Philly.”
“What do they all do? Besides the things you’ve told me.”
“Ollie is our maintenance man in this part of the castle, he’s always fixing a creaky door or replacing floors- he’s a quiet guy, human, but he’s so, so sweet. Esther is the palace seamstress, a beautiful dove, she’s older, responsible, strict, but she’s definitely more of a mother hen than a boss. Wryter is our woodworker and stonemason, a stone golem, he has a whole team of people who work under him that repair the castle and add additions per the king’s request, a little cocky but he means well. Philly works down in the kitchens under the head chef, he’s in charge of recipe editing. He’s also my brother.” You absorbed the information, sipping your tea as you listened, “they all sound lovely. Thank you.”
“Of course. If I may, why do you ask?”
“I just..I think it’s finally sunk in that this place is where I’ll be staying permanently. I want to make sure I know the people who work here just as much as I know the people who live here.”
“Oh..” Everest smiled, a fond look on her young features, “that’s very sweet your majesty. Thank you.”
“No need. Shall we head to breakfast?” Everest nodded and held her arm out for you, letting you hand her the empty teacup as she led you out of the room. You walked through the halls you were beginning to get familiar with, knowing how to get all over now. You didn’t know how to get everywhere of course, but every place you utilized was easy to get to.
You walked into the grand dining hall, insisting that Everest could get back to work and you could walk yourself into the smaller dining area. Nightmare greeted you kindly, ushering you into your seat with an insistent appendage, “a few things to go over before we eat regarding yesterday’s incident.”
“Oh yeah. [Name] almost died.” Killer spoke bluntly, earning himself a side-eye from Cross, “well- yeah. Pretty much.” You shrugged, “I’m alright though. I wasn’t touched.”
“We are all relieved to hear that of course.” Nightmare sighed something heavy, a weight on his shoulders he couldn’t shake off, “but while I’ve had this conversation with [Name] briefly, I haven’t gone over it with everyone.” He leant forward, hands clasped on the table, suddenly serious, “[Name] cannot leave the castle unless accompanied by one of you. This includes anywhere they wish to go; if that be the training grounds, the garden, or into town. There aren’t many humans in the kingdom of darkness apart from those that work in the palace, so the ravagers will swarm outside the walls and slip in where they can. I’m having Wryter and his team work on blocking off any entrances, the fact that one got in is worrisome enough, the fact it almost hurt [Name] is even worse.” All the skeletons at the table listened intently, faces serious or indifferent. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit embarrassed, this all felt like a lot of trouble to go through to keep you safe. Wasn’t there another option? A non-human bodyguard maybe? Or just trusting more wouldn’t show up?
You could take care of yourself.
A creeping shame trailed its way up your spine like a winding coil, the feeling of being a burden resting heavy on your shoulders. Your hands bunched up the fabric over your thighs under the table, listening as the king continued, “I also want you all to take this opportunity to get more acquainted before the wedding.”
Right. Right! The wedding!!
Your stomach sunk. You were supposed to finish the box yesterday! You still had time of course but preparations started tomorrow, where all your time would be taken up by measuring and choosing and mentally preparing yourself.
Gods! You’d gotten so distracted!
Breakfast was served not a moment later, beautiful plates of food placed in front of each of you. It didn’t matter how fast you ate, you’d be expected to sit and mingle for up to an hour, only able to leave once the king did. You wished you had the same conditions you did back in the kingdom of light, where meals were optional and snacks were an often replacement.
Not to say you were ungrateful! The meals were brilliant and tasted like heaven! It was just- it felt like so much of your time was being taken up by sitting around doing nothing. You could be training, working on the box, reading up on the kingdom, or getting to know the maids and servants scattered around different areas of the castle. Why was so much of your time taken up by forks tapping plates and mindless chatter?
Was that a mean thought to have?
Despite your scattered thoughts, you ate your food and chimed in whenever the moment felt right. This was fine, but Dust was distracting you further. His plate was already clean, arms crossed against the table, head positioned in a way that looked like he was staring into your soul despite the shadow that hid his eyes. A shudder didn’t run through you and fear didn’t nestle itself into your soul, you simply raised a brow and let a small grin break out across your face, “what? Got pancake on my face or something?” Dust reached out and gently pinched your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, swiping his thumb across the side of your mouth. Your whole body jumped, watching him pull his boney hand away with a small smudge of..pancake..on his hand.
“Oh..” you responded dumbly, watching him wipe the pancake on a napkin with a movement of his shoulders that imitated quiet laughing. You could feel embarrassment overcome the shame from earlier, a heat in your face and a prickle on your skin. You quickly looked away and shoved a fork full of food in your mouth.
Breakfast ended with Nightmare teleporting away in a hurry and you immediately tugged on Cross’ sleeve before he could disappear as well, “can you teleport me to Wryter’s workshop? I have to finish the box before tomorrow.” Cross hummed before smiling with a nod, “I’ll walk you there instead, I don’t want to overwhelm your system with magic.” Was that a concern? Could that happen? How much magic was too much magic?
“Alright then.” The two of you left the dining area, but you could once again feel eyes on you. It was getting annoying now, wishing you could just shake the feeling off. (Or make them stop staring)
Cross was always lovely company, the two of you flowing like water, playing off each other’s words, giggling and chattering the entire way to Wryter’s workshop. Cross kept you close, moved you in the right direction with a gentle hand on your arm, steadied you away from people walking by, all disguised as just being polite, “have you been holding up okay?”
“Hm?” His question surprised you, looking up at his slightly worried expression, “besides yesterday, I mean.” He clarified, shoving his hands into his short pockets. You clicked your tongue, taking a left down a big hallway, “it’s better than I expected.”
“How so?”
“I wasn’t prepared for any of this, tossed in blind. I didn’t think any of you would want me around, no matter how often the king of light assured me that I would be taken care of.” Cross’ face turned down into a frown, studying your neutral expression, “how much were you told?”
“Bare minimum. I didn’t have a choice in any of this.”
“The king made me aware of..the lack of choice you had. I’m sorry that this happened to you.” Cross was so sweet, like he always was. You blinked when you felt his hand take your’s, cupping it securely as he turned down another hallway. It was disguised as him leading you in the right direction, but that facade didn’t work too well when he didn’t let go. Something warm bloomed in your chest, making your fingertips buzz and your heart pick up speed.
Oh. Okay. This was happening.
You squeezed his hand back, smiling to yourself when he jumped the slightest bit, attempting to hide it with a cough.
“It’s okay, I’m not upset by it much anymore.”
“Whys that?”
“I’ll tell you some other time, it’s a heavy conversation, but I also don’t think I have all my thoughts together on the subject just yet.”
“I understand, whenever you’re ready.”
“Thank you.” The two of you had been walking for a while, was this really the fastest way? You didn’t think being teleported once a day would do too much harm, especially since Ink and Blue would teleport you wherever they saw fit in the past. Sure, you’d get nauseous every once in a while and sometimes your head would spin or your nose would bleed, but they said that was normal.
Wasn’t it?
Your thoughts were interrupted by seeing the arched entrance to Wryter’s workshop, letting go of Cross’ hand, “thank you! I’ll be done in..about an hour.” You moved your hand in a so-so way, watching the way Cross smiled fondly, tilting his head a little, “have fun.”
“I will.” You turned and walked into the workshop, greeting Wryter as he mulled over blueprints with his team. You opened the cabinet you’d stashed the mostly finished box into, looking it over again. The details were intricate, meaningful, and researched. A crescent moon was the main centerpiece on the lid of the box, representing the king. It was surrounded by five stars that represented each of his husbands, with a small glimmer integrated to represent you and keep the design even. You added in swirls, the moon phases on the front and back of the lower piece, and screwed on a small lock.
You only had to smooth down the inside, stain it, then seal it. Incredibly proud of your work so far, you sat down at a small bench Wryter had set up for you and began finishing the box. Reality fell away as you worked, not noticing the time tic away or when a king entered the room, “my, what do we have here?” You gasped and turned around, the box having just been sealed, “oh, hello- wait!” The king stopped in his tracks, surprise all over his face as you stretched your arms out like you could stop him, “don’t look! You can’t see it until the wedding!”
“Oh- yes. Of course.” He turned around with an amused huff, allowing you to scramble the box back into the cabinet you’d been hiding it in. The moment the cabinet shut, the king wrapped an appendage around your waist and pulled you close, making that odd warmth settle inside you again, “you’ve been working in here for much longer than you told Cross you would be. Horror will never let you hear the end of it if you miss another meal, come along.” You let him pull you by the appendage, scrambling to match his pace before he started dragging you, “apologies, I didn’t mean to get so lost in the work.”
“Don’t be sorry, Horror and I are just concerned.”
“Is something wrong?” The king didn’t say anything, changing the subject, “Dust told me something interesting about you yesterday.” Okay- we were just ignoring that?? Okay. Whatever.
“Oh?..” your voice was smaller than you’d ever want it to be, a tinge of fear in your tone that the king didn’t miss, suddenly tightening the appendage in a way that grounded you away from any racing thoughts, “while I appreciate your insistence on learning about our home, I don’t want you doing it in a way that harms you.”
“Well- I wasn’t doing that on purpose. I just couldn’t sleep.”
“I’m aware. If you cannot sleep, you can always come and get me.” You tilted your head, confused. What could he do that you couldn’t? The king seemed to catch on to your confusion, taking a hand and placing it on the back of your skull, “I have unparalleled magical abilities. Getting you to sleep would be like breathing for me.”
“Oh.”
“Yes. If you wish to read or learn, please do it during normal hours of the day.” It was your turn to huff, nodding reluctantly, “understood.”
“As cute as that face is, it’s time to eat.” You blinked.
Did he just call you cute?
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That’s all for now! Omg chapter ten!! Yippee!! Yay! Wahoo!!
This chapter was a bit of a filler chapter, sorry about that, but we’ll get back on track next chapter! Source: trust me bro.
Hope you guys enjoyed! Have a nice day and stay safe!
Sorry not sorry for the Eunbi spam—I promise I'll write the other members and other idols after this. Waterbomb Festival Eunbi is just too hot.
Enjoy.
Tokki 🐰: oppaaaaaaaaa
This can't be good. Eunbi's bombing your phone again with ridiculous messages designed to attract your attention. It won't work today, though. You've got a lot to do, and besides that, she's equally busy. She's out there performing in some festival Woollim booked, and it's safe to say that it should have brought about only peace in your office cubicle. No videos, no flirty texts, no nada—that's how it should have been.
But one thing you've learned when dating Kwon Eunbi is to expect the unexpected. Too bad you didn't keep that in mind when you finally gave in and picked up your phone. Work can wait for a few minutes, right?
You: What is it ?
Tokki 🐰: have you seen my performance yet :]
You don't think so. The day's been too packed to make space for a quick watch.
You: Not yet love im busy
Tokki 🐰: you should oppa
becauseeeee
i really enjoyed performing at the waterbomb festival!!!!!
Waterbomb Festival?
Isn't that—
It slowly hits you, as if the information were a hesitant slap on the shoulder. Thoughts come blending into each other in your head and forming a quaky conclusion. Could it be…?
Open another tab on your work desktop. You quickly flock to YouTube. Never mind if your boss sees the history through the internet router. You have to know if your suspicions are true.
Your experienced fingers spell out a search query into the curved search bar. In flash-paced impulse, you type out: "권은비 워터밤."
Then there it is: several fan-recorded videos of your girlfriend, your ever-so-precious and playful Eunbi, dressed in nothing but a flimsy bikini top and a see-through cardigan. Her hair is soaked from the sprays and shots of water coming at her, but she's smiling—she looks like she's having the time of her life.
The played previews of the videos are endless loops of her chest rippling and bouncing with her wide movements, even cutting to a clip where she's running her hands up her exposed body, grinding her hips down as if you were there on the stage with her, invisible yet still present.
No wonder she didn't want you to attend. You insisted, but she asked that you did what you had to do.
You're a good man. At least, you try to be. Eunbi's her own person and you're completely fine with whatever she does, even suggesting the kinds of tattoos she could pick out when she went to get some. They're what gave you the inked places to kiss her.
But she knows what she was doing with this. It's impossible not to discern that.
Look around before closing the tab with shivering breaths, then pick up your phone.
You: ?????
You told me it was a festival
Not the WATERBOMB festival
Tokki 🐰: oh come on whats the difference
and you don't own me >:(
i can do whatever i want
:PPPPP
She's got a point, but her intent with this is so obvious, with the lewd expressions she fires the audience and all, that—
You: Oh
So that's how it's going to be, huh.
It's maddening how your picture of her jumping around giggling as she types another message to you is probably accurate.
Tokki 🐰: yes :3
can you come pick me up??
The audacity of this girl sometimes.
But forget it; as any good boyfriend would, you're picking her up. You'll do more than pick her up.
-
Getting there in the guise of her manager isn't easy. You've had to negotiate with him, explaining that you'll pick her up on your own and save him the trouble. I'm a friend of hers, you said. I just want to congratulate her performance, you added. He gave you suspicious looks, but once he saw her name in your contacts, he ultimately agreed.
Driving through the crowd isn't easy either, but you manage to do it. You have your emotions to thank for that. Lust and jealousy, as you've learned, are like demons—they possess you, control you to the point that they invade other aspects of your life. Asmodeus sure likes tinkering with you, and you're just sitting there in the driver's seat letting him? If that's the case, you'd have to attend the Waterbomb Festival itself to wash yourself of hell's flame.
Heat begins to fill the room when you see her though. You'd adlib a pun into the script here, say a joke about how it's only hot because Eunbi is. But you're too turned on by the sight of her tits on display, poorly contained by the thin bikini and held together by one single button of the transparent cardigan.
Her smile pushes you on. She knows what you're here for, but she loves playing dumb as much as she loves provoking you. It's all going according to her plan.
Every bit of her insane curves sway in an aesthetic, almost rehearsed way at you as she approaches. Her hair is still wet, and maybe there's another thing wet, too; her thighs squirm together too much to be merely out of the soaked sprays aimed at her at the festival.
Eunbi's eyes sparkle. Makeup can't fabricate that glimmer.
"Daddy," she says, with conviction. With meaning.
The hair on the back of your nape rises.
Eunbi's pushing you to the empty seat in the room, soon filling your lap with her soft presence. "You really came? I thought you were mad at Eunbi."
There she is again with the third-person thing. The daddy thing, too. She knows it's your weakness, hearing a pretty girl like her who pretends not to know of her effect on people get on her knees and call you what she shouldn't. You won't lie; it's insanely hot, but when she's grinding her round ass down on your growing bulge with that tiny bite of her lower lip, you, as usual, aren't passive. You aren't moved by her coaxing. You refuse to be.
"Watch it," you warn anyway, a hand on one of her womanly hips. You massage it, a cautionary message written in your movements. Now you brush a thumb over her midriff and draw small gasps out of her.
"I'm n-not doing anything."
Innocent as her voice is, her outfit isn't—the patterned bikini top barely holds on to her plentiful breasts, and the cardigan is useless anyway with how clear its seams are.
"Daddy," Eunbi says again, the pout on her lipsticked mouth growing, "don't tease."
"I'm not doing anything," you say, happy to use her line against her.
You love and live to see the weak expressions on her face when you trail your hands gently to the scope of her tits. If they barely fit the bikini, what more in your hands? They're too soft in your fingers as you gingerly toy with them. Her nipples poke the fabric of the top and brush your palms.
Eunbi's gasps frequent. "Please."
"What is this, baby?" you ask. "You go to a festival made for perverts and you make a scene anyway. And now you want me to take this off—"
Unbutton the single thing holding the cardigan together, slipping it off her shoulders. The bare, revealed body in front of you is something the Waterbomb Festival goers were able to see first—just under the gauze of the poor outerwear. It triggers an unhinged emotion in you, something that goes like: mine mine mine.
"—call you a good girl—"
Eunbi's lips are pursed as you touch her everywhere. She's completely soaked after her viral feat at the festival, but there's another thing down below that's wetter. Showing herself off to everybody, men and women alike, has her wet to the core.
Your touch teases yet lingers, stays yet strays. She grinds down on your lap needily.
"—and expect me to fuck you? Really?"
Eunbi's truly all bark but no bite. Her feistiness through texts doesn't translate in real life, wherein she completely melts when you just let your fingertips glide along her waiting skin. Just look at her heaving bosom, her large eyes—she's passiveness itself.
"But you, you liked seeing me up there, daddy," she stammers. Eunbi swallows the moment your hand rests on her cheek. "H-hah, you liked watching me."
She cries out too loud for subtleness at the sudden spank thrown at her tits.
"Is this what you wanted those men at the festival to do to you?" Slap her bouncing tits again, squeezing before throwing another blow. "Slap your big fucking tits, dick you down right there on the stage for everyone to see?"
"Mmm, ah, you ask too many questions, daddy. Oh– oh my god—"
"If you want to be such a bad girl," you say, a harsh squeeze from your right hand on her boob, "you'll get fucked like one."
Pull down the narrow cup of the bikini to suck on her nipples. Replace the redness on the flesh from your slaps to redness from your mouth. You've placed your hand on skirted ass to keep her on your lap, because she's not going anywhere—she'll stay here, here where you can teach her a lesson.
You dare to bite just a little. Beneath your palm, Eunbi's form curves and she screams.
"D-daddy!"
"Sensitive, aren't we?" you ask with a smirk. Your tongue flattens as it licks greedily at her nipples, then retreating to her collarbone and neck. Still, her bountiful breasts are your main focus.
"Please fuck me. I need it, I can't—"
"Take the skirt off. Bend over."
Eunbi whines, but you fire her with a look of warning. Hence, she slips out of the white jean skirt. She doesn't even wear safety shorts underneath. Instead, it's a single thong that matches the plaid pattern of the top. She might as well be at a beach with how little clothing there is on her curvaceous body.
Your blood boils, but it settles when she does bend over obediently on your lap, and you enjoy the sight of her breasts dangling before settling on the soft plush sofa.
"Someone might see, daddy," she protests, though she's already folded in half on the furniture. "The others, they're gonna look."
"You had no problem with that earlier," you say. Circle your palm over the exposed fat cheeks and clench your hand around one, just like you did with her tits. "I should fuck you at the door, make everyone see the sexy little thing they saw at the festival is mine."
"Noooo, please, daddy! The company'll be mad and my fans…oh, my fans—"
"Quiet, baby girl. Let me use you."
Eunbi nods, albeit her shadowed eyes are closed. She whimpers through pursed lips as the first spank capsizes. Her ass moves beautifully, as if it were a dancer just like her. It's hypnotizing, and for that you hit her more.
"Oh, oh yes, daddy, oh my god," she cries out, her voice thin. "I love it when you spank me. M-makes me want to cum all over you."
"Not a chance after the shit you pulled out there."
Her thong is sticky with her juices. Feel it with your middle finger briefly. Dare to slip through the side to touch her waiting pussy. Eunbi sobs a little, reversing her ass into you, but is met with a spank instead. She winces.
Eunbi's ass is, to be brief, amazing. But even with that you'll go on to say how much you love the supple flesh bouncing in front of you, becoming red from the assault of your hand, clenching to bear the teasing. It's already a surprise that you haven't fucked her senseless already when she's lying stomach first on your lap in a tiny two-piece set, but you love to keep her on edge hankering for you to use her.
"So you won't let me cum?" asks Eunbi, as if she were really disappointed that she'd be denied something she doesn't deserve. "That's not fair."
"Do you think it's fair to me?"
"Oh, oh, daddy—" Her legs quake once your fingers nevertheless stuff her hole, and start moving at a pace too early to be set and too much to handle.
Your digits push past her slick walls and fill her over and over. "Presenting what's mine for everyone to see, Kwon Eunbi. And I thought you were a good girl."
"Ohhh, but I am!" Eunbi protests, on the verge of pleasure-induced tears.
You just know where to touch her, where to fuck her pretty cunt at to reduce her to cum and tears. Nothing's a better combination. Stuff a third finger, and Eunbi gets too tight that you can barely fit. You have to spread your fingers a little to make space, yet she still squeezes down.
Through her struggles and cries she doesn't fail to move her crotch into your fingers. It's like she's in a battle of choices: to have you stop or have you go on forever.
"I just wanted to have fun, daddy! I wanted you to punish me, to fuck me—"
"Well, you got what you wanted then, little brat. Cum for me. Cum for daddy."
Her screams fire off into the atmosphere like warnings. They have every right to send cautionary messages; Eunbi's a force to be reckoned with when she cums. At times, she'd yell and sob without shame as she came around your cock, tear the sheets with how hard she grasps at their fabric. But now, at a public waiting room backstage at the festival, she's got nowhere and no one to help her bear her orgasm.
So, while you violently fuck her hole with Eunbi-stained digits, her moans start off as what they were, evolving into louder and louder forms, until she's cumming, cumming all over your fingers as if her pussy were one of the water guns itself. Her squirt doesn't miss her thong, but it also doesn't leave your lap empty in its wake.
Oh, and she's screaming. She's crying out your name in pitched tones, carving your thrusts into stronger forces. "Shit, daddy, please!" Eunbi cries, struggling in your lap and squeezing down hard. "Please, daddy, I don't want to ruin your clothes!"
That's sweet of her, but frankly: "I don't care. Cum all over them. Just keep on squirting for me, baby. That's it."
Pull out to rub at her core, forcing more of her girl cum to eject into the air. Eunbi's legs flail and weaken. Her hips gyrate into your finger and flinch after you start spanking her impossibly wet cunt.
"Thank you, daddy," she says between gaspy gibberish and whimpers. She can barely see anything but stars. "My daddy, thank you, daddy, keep spanking my little pussy like that, mmm, I love you, daddy."
Alternate between spanking and rubbing so that the sofa is absolutely stained with her, so that anyone who comes in the room after the session will know that the Kwon Eunbi was railed here. So they know that they can gawk at her amazing body all they want, but she's yours. Yours, and no one else's.
Eunbi bears it for a few seconds, hips lifting and descending. But it soon becomes too much to bear, for she implores, in a tired voice, "Daddy… stop. Too much."
No problem at all. Stop, like she asked. You never take things too far unless she wants you to, even when she's been bad, which reminds you: "But you're still a bad girl. You need to make it up to daddy."
"I know what to do!" she says, in a sudden cheerful voice she uses when she does her radio gigs. "I can make daddy feel better with this!"
Her legs are still weak, but she gets off your lap with the help of her own eagerness. Eunbi's always so ready to make you feel good.
She kneels, tugging your belt and pants off. Her animated expression at the sight of your cock is adorable, and as you ruffle her hair, you realize you just have to tell her:
"You're so fucking pretty, Eunbi."
Eunbi beams. Her cheeks flush. "Thank you, daddy."
"I bet you'll look even prettier fucking your huge tits on my cock."
"You don't have to tell me what to do," giggles Eunbi. "I'm a big girl."
She completely tears off the bikini top. Her wondrous boobs free themselves from the fabric, baring their flesh to you. It's an attempt to make you drool at the mouth and go bogey-eyed, and you can't say that it isn't successful.
She squeezes her assets and plays with her nipples. Her fingertips brush and circle over the pink patch of skin as she moans seductively. The knot in your stomach tightens.
"Eunbi," you reprimand her.
"What?" she says, eyes full of faux innocence. "I was so horny after you fingered me, daddy. You're just so hot when you're mad."
"I'll be madder if you don't let me fuck you."
She laughs. "Don't worry, daddy. Just sit there and relax for me, okay?" Eunbi raises a thumb questioningly.
Lower lip pinned under her teeth, she guides her large breasts to your cock. It takes no effort at all for her to slip your cock between. It's not unexpected either that the big soft skin imprisoning you feels amazing. With their size and impossibly smooth texture, you've no other choice but to moan loudly.
The backside of your length enjoys the space between her tits, while the rounded sides revel in their booby trap. Not a pun, you swear, especially not when your girlfriend's titfucking you, but there's no coherent thought when she's doing it. When she's smiling naughtily. When she's compressing her tits around your length like it's determined to keep you there forever. When—
"You're doing so fucking good, baby."
"Of course," she says happily. "Daddy made me cum even though I was a bad girl, so I'll always be good for him."
"Consider this your punishment, then."
"How is it a punishment if I love it?"
"Don't start."
Another warning she doesn't heed. "I already have."
Her chest heaves and rests while being instructed by her hands. Eunbi lets a run of spit stream down her cleavage and on your cock as lubricant. Wipe the drool from her chin and offer it to her mouth. Her eyes sparkle with delicateness as she sucks on your thumb. The soft lips wrapping around your finger causes you to wonder what they'd feel like around your girth.
(Next time.)
"Gently," you have to remind her. The constriction of her bust around your cock is a little too much. So is her eager looks. "There's no rush here."
"But I want you to cum," Eunbi says. "I want you to cum all over my big tits you love so much. You love me, don't you? Then cum for me, daddy, show me you love your little baby girl, please?"
Fuck, it's tempting. You'd love to pepper her beautiful face and bust with your cum. She'd look so pretty in it while still keeping the look of pureness in her irises. But you have to hold out.
She toys with your cock, slapping it against her boob then running its tip on her nipple. Your heart skips a beat, and she smirks. Seems like you're not doing a good job of keeping your daddy persona, but she's good enough to continue rubbing your firm veins on her skin.
Eunbi's chest is a real-life fleshlight. Soon, your hips start to move of their own accord, and you're meeting her thrusts now, only with a little more force. There's the friction to chase after, too, and you're right at its heel. You're winning the race, already; you can almost taste it—
"Ohhh, daddy!" she says delightfully. Your cum rains on her chest and neck like a storm. The thunder can be your groans that instead of fearing, she relishes.
"F-fuck," you say. "Fucking brat, take it all—"
Eunbi listens this time. She removes her bosom from enveloping your cock and attaches her mouth to it instead. You've trained her well; she shoves her face all the way down your length, effectively taking it all in her tight throat. Her neck flexes and relaxes. It stimulates you and has your legs bouncing.
Her eyes remain sealed onto you. The brightness in them that they hold so often tells you more than words could: she loves being your good girl as much as she loves being a brat. She loves riling you up but also loves being good and letting you have your way with her. It's what Eunbi keeps living for, and some may say it's an addiction, but if it is, she'd never want to recover. Not if it means having your warm cum down her throat and your hand tangled in her hair.
You call her a good girl more times than you can count. Ruffle her hair all the while and wipe the tears forming in her eyes when she whimpers. It takes a while getting her to get all of your cum—her throat extracts more from you, and it ends up with her gagging just a little. Finally, she makes the move to breathe.
Pants ride her shoulders, but Eunbi smiles. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" she says. "Let's go home now—"
"Oh, no, Eunbi, we're not done."
"H-huh?"
You pull her up and into your lap, her butt parked only a little away from your cock. Eunbi wears a shocked look on her face, and it only adds up to the hotness of her wearing nothing but a Burberry thong while on your thighs.
"I still have to teach you a lesson," you tell her between firm squeezes on her butt. "You think I forgot?"
"Why?" she whines. Her hands fidget with your shirt. "I've been a good girl, haven't I? You got to cum!"
"And I'm not stopping." Guide her hips to dance along the head of your length. Brush against her engorged clit. Tease her slit. "Fucking ride my dick."
You push her down. Eunbi cries out, her nerves still on a high after her previous orgasm. To be fair, you're a little sensitive, too, but you look forward anyway to cumming in her tight little pussy. It could happen any time when she's just so fuckable, her busty self bouncing and squirming on your girth, and her face never failing to not hide the pleasure she's going through. You can feel her twitch and spasm, but of course, you keep slamming her down on your lap like she's a little rag doll.
"Daddy!" she screams. "Please, oh fuck, you're so big!"
She's a little greedy herself. If you wanted to fuck her till she came and begged you to stop, she wanted it more. She's wild and unhinged as she rides you, impaling herself with your rod though you cumming in her would do more bad than good, but when it pokes every good spot and stretches her tiny cunt better than any toy or a couple of fingers, she might as well do it with no regrets.
Kiss her collarbone and keep a hand on her ass to guide her. Squeeze; her moans break. Then Eunbi's looking at you with crazed eyes, deluded and dizzy with pleasure, as you slap her fat ass and let her wet core press its walls around your penis like a trap. This whole thing's a trap if you really looked at it, from the appearance at the Waterbomb Festival to the outfit she's wearing, but if that were so, you'd want no parole. If being jailed in her hole means getting this delicious tightness and hearing her whiny loud moans every second, you'd appeal for a life sentence.
She might as well be liquid—the roll of her hips is too fluid to be that of a human. But you've seen her fancams from the festival and guess that it was a manifestation, a prophecy for this to happen. Your cock can't be anything other than solid, however. Eunbi's too sexy a girl for your erection to be nonexistent.
"That's it, Eunbi." Lean back a little into the wet sofa to let her do her thing. "Ride that fucking cock. Fill that tight pussy."
"I will, daddy," she responds, nodding as if in a spell-cast trance. Maybe it's true; the heat brewing in the small of her stomach is too good to be true. "Yes, please, I love your big cock, it feels so good inside me."
You don't even have to guide her anymore. She's fully fucking herself on you, her stamina never failing her. Her full thighs strain and her pussy clenches down with a slippery yet firm grip. Groan, then slap her ass. She hums happily. Your relentless upward thrusts and slaps just burn her lust into a complete fire.
It's a surprise your legs don't collapse on the way to carrying her and fucking her against the wall. It gives you more opportunity to stuff her with you harder. Eunbi's legs spread more, her breathing ragged, and you're kissing her again. You press your lips on hers, then on her neck for which she closes her eyes appreciatively, then her collarbone. There isn't one part of her you don't love. You'd paint her with your cum three times a day like a daily meal if you could.
For now, you binge on lust with her. You eat more of her than you should. But who's making the rules? Whoever they are, let it be known you're breaking them—skin slapping against skin grows louder, almost syncing with Eunbi's repeated moans and your pumps. Her hips and yours create a rhythm together to make it work, to make your cock fit inside her, but she ends up weak and tired anyway.
"Please, daddy. S-suck my tits. I need your mouth on me so bad. Can you give your baby girl what she wants, daddy?" Her pout prods you on. "You can, right?"
"Of course."
Latch your mouth on one of the bouncing circles of flesh. Nibble, suck, spit, suckle—that's your beginning loop of actions for her. But it becomes frenzied after a while because of how good her folds swallow you, how soft her breasts are. Even as your actions become less and less sequenced, she moans. You never want to hear anything else.
"Yes, yes, yes. Thank you. I, I'm gonna cum soon. Keep fucking me like that and I promise, I promise I'll squirt around your s-stupidly big cock. I will, I will, just fuck me, oh my god. Oh, daddy!"
Eunbi stays true to her word, especially with your thumb toying her clit. She lets out another rush of cum on your crotch. It's wet, it's plenty, it's oh-so-hot when she's screaming helplessly like that, struggling to keep up with your speed.
Pull out so more of her can spray all over you. If people don't hear your little session in this waiting room, they'll see evidence of it—it ends up on the floor, the sofa, the wall, and your soaked clothes on the ground. Maybe Eunbi's back could have imprinted a mark on the wall too after how hard you fucked her. It's too easy for adoring fans and nonchalant staff alike to find out what happened to their beloved Kwon Eunbi after the festival, and you have a feeling that it's part of what makes Eunbi squirt so much now.
Go south. Keep your fingers on her hips to help her stand. Then, flick your tongue on her clit to help her go through the long stretch of her orgasm.
"Ahh, fuck!"
Her core tightens again. Her hips flinch and recoil, but you keep firing your sharp little licks long after her climax subsides.
"Oh, daddy," Eunbi sighs, dizzy, "that felt so good."
"Can you go for more?"
You're met with a curious look. It's as if she's wondering herself: could she?
"I want to fuck your ass, too, Eunbi." Squeeze her cheek, and her other cheek turns red. "Won't you let daddy fuck this perfect little thing?"
Eunbi shivers. She walks over to the windowsill, steps shaky, and places her hands on it. Then, she looks back at you, coaxing you on. And you have to admit that it's quite the sight, because there she is, in only skimpy underwear and her breasts bare of any covering.
It's the fact that she's so willing to go and expose herself through the uncurtained window and show everyone who gets to fuck her that makes you approach her.
"Naughty girl."
Eunbi nods. What's there to deny? Her eyes shut after you spank her.
"If I get to fuck your ass every time you go to Waterbomb," you say, trailing her wetness to her asshole as lubricant and lathering it with her arousal, "I'd let you go here daily."
Eunbi giggles. "So you're not mad anymore, daddy?" she asks hopefully.
Your cock rubs her hole. It teases her, keeps her on the tips of her toes. "Maybe."
Push, just a little. Already she's clenching down unintentionally. Eunbi hisses and shuts her eyes.
"Ffffuck, hnn." Her hands drum a tortured song on the windowsill while her voice strains a melody of darling cries and whines. "Haaah, daddy, you're so big. I don't think I can take it."
"Of course you can," you say, choosing to be gentle this time, "'cause you're my good girl, right?"
"Y-yes. I'll take it for you, daddy—I can do it."
"That's my Eunbi."
Kiss her neck and slowly plunge more inches in her. She keeps letting out soft cries. Her face, showcasing her eyes shut tightly and mouth slightly hung open, reflects into the window. You wonder which group's performing now, and if the audience is too enamored by their song to see the previous sex doll that is Eunbi being fucked at the window. That somehow encourages you alongside her soft moans of pleasure.
It's Eunbi's first time with anal, and she never imagined she'd experience it here, at a place where anybody can see her pleasure and struggle. She clamps a palm on her mouth.
"Daddy… ahhh, it's so big, daddy!" she cries softly.
"I know. Just spread that tight ass for me, will you? So you can take daddy better?" Smile when she follows your orders. "Thank you, baby. You ready?"
"Mmm." Eunbi hums hesitantly. "Yes."
She said she was, so there's no hesitance on your end in relentlessly fucking her asshole. It gapes a little with the help of her fingers, but Eunbi still wails. Stroke after stroke of your length fills her up and she isn't sure how to deal with the pleasure and pain it brings about.
Her textured, pink walls might be a close competitor in terms of tightness with her pussy. With how closed its walls are, it nearly refuses to take you in. Try rubbing at her clit. As a result, it clenches around you tighter. Eunbi sobs and huffs as she tries with every inch of her spent body to take you in.
"Nnnn, daddy! S-so big, so good, it's so good!"
Open her up. Spread the tight cheeks by spanking them. The backside before you grinds and gyrates in response. There's more wetness now on Eunbi's legs, trickling down her skin. Maybe it's sweat? Squirt? Cum? No time to think about it when you're focused on how damn tight she is.
Somehow, your pats and rubs on her core make her tighter. She's restricting you fully, forcing you to draw your hips all the way back to slam inside her. With each, she gasps, as if surprised, and begs again. Begs for more, although her ass is too tight to take more than a few pleasured inches in. Begs you to use her, spank her, which you do although you don't really understand the rest of her sentences. It's all garbled and messy, just like your swift thrusts.
"Pound me, fuck me! Fuck me for everyone to see, daddy, make me cum!"
Now that part's clear as day. You love Eunbi too much to not do what she says.
A few seconds in she relaxes a little. Hence, the rest of your dick goes inside her. You let out a soft groan at how good it feels: finally filling her to the hilt. You kiss her sweaty back, rub her clit, tell her how much of a good girl she is. It takes effect; she grows tighter and more relaxed at the same time. How it's possible, you've no idea, for you live in the present wherein you're fucking Kwon Eunbi's tight ass to no end.
Rub her little midriff. "You want me to fill this pretty stomach with my load, baby? You want me to cream your ass?"
"Yes, daddy!"
Now, trail your finger down to her clit where you rub furiously. "Want me to make you squirt again?"
"Fuck! Daddy!" Eunbi's legs twitch and she throws her head back. "Yes, yes, make me cum, make me cum!"
That you do. Keep the tempo of your thrusts and rubs unsynced so as to let her experience the pleasure from both ends. Let your other hand squeeze and pinch her nipples, and let the fact that only you get to toy with them, not the audience. Not one single man out there gets to fuck her like this, even in his dreams.
You smile for a bit until you blow your load inside her tight hole. Eunbi's feet finally lose balance and she falls back into you. Continue to thrust in her to ease your climax while she rains her squirt all over the pane and wall. Let a few fingers inside her pussy, too, and the silver rain grows stronger. Plentier. Better.
"So fffucking big, thank you, daddy," she mumbles coherently enough. She kisses your jaw tiredly. "Feels so good in my ass, thank you, I love you, thank you… the best…"
Her repeated whispers are adorable. You wince as you pull out. You're fully and completely drained, and you don't have to guess to know that she is, too.
"Calm down now."
"Okay, I will…"
"I love you, too, by the way." Your lips meet hers. She kisses back happily. "Don't forget that."
"Won't… forget…" Eunbi nods. Her heart pounds as fast as yours. "We'll go home now? For real this time?"
"For real this time," you chuckle. Stroke her hair.
You let her robe fall around her spent body and drive her home. The janitors have a tough time cleaning up the room, luckily only assuming someone spilled water. The scent of sex still hangs around, though.
She's your passenger princess on the way home, but the next three times she'll attend the Waterbomb Festival, she's your toy. You're flying with her to Japan to fuck her anytime, just as a firm reminder that as much as she's loved to show off in the events, you love fucking her more.
Something I keep coming back to - it’s one thing to keep BN secret to protect family life but it’s something else entirely to outright deny it’s existence.
Omission to discuss the baby does not deny it’s existence but denying it out-right like she did in the interview - I just can’t believe any mother would erase their baby’s existence in the world. It’s like tempting fate. The only exception might be if you were being held hostage and it was a life or death situation. She certainly doesn’t need to protect BN in that way so this doesn’t sit right.
She’s not an average mother and celebrities deny a lot of things that are true. Going out of her way to deny rumors when she knows people who noticed won’t believe her is very telling and out of character. She knows so many celebrities have rumors about being pregnant, dating someone, etc… but none of them make an entire article about them denying untrue rumors. If the marriage rumor wasn’t true and she didn’t like it she wouldn’t have continued to flash her ring wearing it in the married position all this time knowing fans knew the meaning of it. If she had a problem about the baby rumors she wouldn’t have said “I snapped back after pregnancy” as soon as her bump was gone and continued talking about the baby and pregnancy up until BAFTA where she said they were filming for 9 months, it’s a full pregnancy season. This sounds like someone who knows fans noticed she was pregnant and is fine with us knowing about it but because she’s a celebrity who has a certain image to maintain and could be under an NDA she may not be able to claim her baby like a normal person could. Also she said she doesn’t have a “secret baby” and in my opinion it’s not a secret that she had a baby when anyone important to her and fans who paid attention knows she has a baby, it’s just not public knowledge. I wouldn’t take offense to what she said or say she’s tempting fate when we don’t know what’s going on BTS but it seems like it’s what she had to do because of whatever obligations they have in place.
