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mayuwantanabe980 · 10 months ago

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Note: chile, I started writing bullshit half way through this😭also i would recommend reading winters line in like posh-ish kind of manner WC:2.4k

tags: g!p winter, thigh riding, subby reader, minjeongs on some sneaky shit, slightly older reader but its not rlly talked abt

All you could experience was genuine happiness at this moment, after all your hard work studying, you would finally reap the benefits. The letter in your hands that reads your employment for the job title of Royal tutor for the crown prince. An entirely new world that would showcase greater knowledge than you could imagine.

Excitement coursed through your veins as you packed your belongings and began your journey to the palace. The palace located closer to the northern parts of the capital was not too far away from your own home. Although in your contract you had to live within palace grounds you were allowed weekly visits to your family.

After all, you were only carrying a medium sized briefcase containing only your essentials. It‘s only fitting that you stop at a bookstore on your way. Your eyes glide over the countless amount of books that are in front of you. The smell of fresh books tickling your nose as you skim through the synopsis of a thick book.

The book had a gold covered rim with a very pretty italic font, in matching blood red. The book contained countless folktales about the royal family, stories went from romance filled to dragon slaying but all were fun. “Are you thinking of buying that?” A rather crisp voice spoke up from behind you. Golden hair curling upwards from their hood.

“Uh, yeah. I’m heading over to buy it now, actually.” An awkward half smile painting your face as you try your best not to take a closer look at the person's face. “Oh, well you don't think I could steal that off your hands now… would you?” You looked back at the book and back at the hooded figure. They seemed to turn their head away, as if they were trying to hide their face even more.

“Let’s check if there are any other copies of this first!” It would be great if you both left here each with a book, quite the enthusiastic person you were. Walking up to the owner behind the counter and asking. “Uhh, I’m afraid there is only one copy left, sweetheart.” The elders eyebrows furrow coming along with an apologetic face.

“I’ll pay you if you give it to me.” The stranger piped up hearing the dialogue. “It’s fine, you have it. It’s not like I’ll die if I don’t take it home with me.” Handing the book over to the drifter. You make your way out of the bookstore but stop right before the entrance. “Oh but if we do meet once more, then I’ll have to ask you to give me a read.”

You open your pocket watch and see that you have to arrive in fifteen minutes. Rushing out of the bookstore before the stranger could respond to you.

You wanted to laugh as you jogged to the near palace, how funny would it be if you actually met that person again. Unlikely but one can dream, no?

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“You’ll head over to that brown door at the end of the hall, the Count will welcome you. I’ll take this to the tutors quarters for you.” You hand your briefcase over to the butler and make your way over to the room. The palace was adorned with countless gold pieces and bust statues of the royal family. Finally reaching the door, you take a deep breath and try to calm your nerves.

Your knuckles hit the door, once, then twice and then you wait. A few seconds go by and you begin to worry if you were in front of the wrong room, just as you raise your hand to knock once more the door swings open. You take a step back in surprise as your gaze falls back on curled gold hair that fell on a charming face paired with a look of shock on her face.

“Ah, you're here.” A voice piped up behind the head of golden hair. The count pushes the stranger out lightly. “Well, you get on your way. I have to welcome an important person now.” The count's eyes wrinkle a bit as he smiles down at you. You awkwardly move out of the way so the person could leave.

“Sorry, for the wait darling, it seems her highness had a few questions for me.” The count mentions as he goes through the papers laid on his desk, looking for the one that contains your information. “Oh that was her highness? I didn’t even greet her.” Your hand falls on top of your mouth in worry.

“Oh she’s no stickler for rules, she’ll prefer it this way.” The count shakes his head waving away your worries, his hand motions for you to take a seat. “Now, let's look at the impressive resume you brought to us. Imagine if we had missed out on such a gem.” The compliments made you smile, ‘a gem’ his words lingered a bit.

“I’m sure you know how amazing you are, so I’ll skip that and tell you about the work that you’ll handle here.” You had hoped the compliments would go on for a bit longer but you were excited for your work. The count runs you through most of what you will be in charge of and shows you your office.

“It’s fairly close to your quarters so be free to take as many breaks as you wish.” You thanked the count and began to set up your belongings. As you’re about to finish a knock falls on your door. “Come in.” You put down your books on the table and walk to greet the guest. “I should have said ‘hi’ early, sorry. I was in a rush.” The crowns’ heiress walks in, her figure adorned in her royal uniform. You greet her and offer her a seat.

“You’re quite young, no? Call me by my name, Minjeong.” A playful smile on her face as she looks around your room. “Oh I couldn’t. You’d be surprised, I’m not that young.” Minjeong's eyebrow cocks upwards in curiosity. “Well, since you’ll be teaching me. I’ll have to ask you to call me comfortably.”

Playful jokes roll off her lips, you would have fallen in love with her with ease if she wasn’t your employer. “Ah dear me, I’ve taken up too much of your time.” Minjeong standing up while fixing the cuffs of her suit. “No, not at all.” Walking alongside her to your door. Minjeong's lips thin into a straight line and her eyelids turn heavy, her gaze staring right at you.

“Well, if that’s the case, I believe I’ll have to visit you again, my lady.” The heiress’s cold finger carries your knuckles to her lips and leaves a small peck. Heat rising to your face as you wave Minjeong goodbye.

For some reason, whenever her head was lowered she looked oddly familiar. That wasn't important right now, though. Your mission was to calm your beating heart.

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“You’re already so knowledgeable, I doubt I even have to teach you anything.” You smiled at Minjeong, her work was perfect. “No, no, there's still so much we have yet to do, I’m sure.” She said, shaking her head. You stood and looked at her work on the table.

Minjeong gets up and steps behind you. “Would you mind showing me what to do about this problem?” Her thigh right behind your bum. You noticed the nearness but it's not like you minded. “Of course I can!” Excited to finally be helping Minjeong with something.

As you begin to explain the question first, Minjeong’s thigh slips between your legs. You ignore it, thinking it was a mistake. You were wearing a knee length skirt. Minjeong’s thigh had managed to secure a spot under it, her thigh close to your heat.

You try your best to stay focused on the question in front of you but even that is becoming ever more difficult with Minjeong’s thigh firmly pressed against your leaking cunt. “M’lady, your words are sounding a bit mumbled, you mind speaking up a bit?”

You nod your head apologising, soon enough you were rolling your hips against Minjeong’s thigh. Your words coming out even more slurred than they were earlier. “Darling, you're getting lazy.” Minjeong said her hands gripping your waist, forcing you to move at a more focused pace.

"Since you can't teach like this, hurry and get off so we can resume the lesson, you dirty girl."

Moans leave your body as you gyrate your hips against her thigh, rubbing your heat as you chase your own pleasure. “You’re such a nasty girl, using the crown prince’s thigh to get off.” Soiling your panties with the release of all the pressure in your stomach. Minjeong helps you ride your high, rubbing your back and calming you down.

Over the course of the next month, you could say you developed a huge crush on Minjeong. The way she managed to constantly make you laugh, smile and experience feelings you never felt, you were utterly head over heels.

You felt that the time when her thigh rubbed against your parts was a mere accident. You doubted that the person who was in line to be Emperor would think such small incidents are important.

Though, you weren't too worried if you would accidentally confess to her, it's not like Minjeong and you could ever get together. Just being by her side was enough for you. Unfortunately, Minjeong was far ahead of you, ever since the time you met unknowingly at the bookstore, she has had quite the eye for you.

No matter what, she would have you by her side and if she has to change a few laws and legislations, so be it. Order is needed though, she would need the two of you to at least have a natural start, but of course ‘natural’ is very different in the world of high royalty.

“Why don’t you let her find out about your encounter at the bookstore? Wouldn’t that make her think the two of you are fate?” Minjeongs’ advisor said carelessly to Minjeong. Later telling another palace staff “As if the crown prince would actually bother going to a tutor and creating a false sense of destiny…. Oh fuck, she might actually do it.”

And so she did but taking it a bit farther. Telling the pope about your mysterious meeting and telling him to wed the two of you. Which the pope gladly unwillingly agreed to.

So there you were, standing in front of the pope, your hands clammy, your head filled with worries about why you were there. “Dear, I have to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind.” You nod your head eagerly, the faster you get over this, the faster you could leave.

The pope inquired about your whereabouts before entering the palace, which you told him about the bookstore and your encounter with a stranger there. “Amazing! You are the chosen one! You are destined to marry the crown prince, rejoice!” Everything happened so fast, a few prayers and you were out of there.

By the time you got to the palace, you noticed a lot of things were different. The king was suddenly ‘ill’ and the crown prince was getting married…. Wait. The moment you were pushed into the garden by the maids Minjeong was there, kneeling in front of you, holding a ring box.

“Now, I know you heard about this and all but I want to ask you regardless of the fate between you and I. Will you marry me?” Minjeong was sure of your answer and even if you said no, she would reassure you and work her magic. “Well, I’d be happy to.” And there it all happened, you were married.

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“Uhn, your highness, please- ahn, let me go.” Your knees were practically shoved beside your head. You had already reached your high, countless times, whatever you said to Minejong went through one ear out the other.

The only thought circling in Minjeongs’ brains was the need to breed you over and over. “You know how many times I held myself back during your little tutoring sessions? Sticking that ass out for me.” Her veiny girth expands your warm hole, burying herself deep in you.

“Every fucking day since I recognised you at that bookstore I jacked off to you. Now that you're under me, it's only right I have fun.” All that fell from your mouth was broken sentences and pleads to let you rest.

Minjeong’s lips turn to a pout in faux pity. “Darling, begging doesn't get you very far in life. You should take my cock uhn- like the big girl you are.” Her thrusts never ceasing its aggressiveness.

“I knew that you ahn- such a slut when you rode my thigh, cumming all over it, dirty girl.” A cruel smile paints Minjeong’s face as she recounts the time.

“You’re such a bad ngh- girl, you should have told me earlier that you wanted me. Had I known I would have shit- fucked you far before.” Your head was so fuzzy, you could barely understand anything. Your sobs mixed in with your moans only further suggested Minjeong to do as she desired.

Your cunt was already full of the previous times Minjeong had filled you up with her sperm. Her cock was sloshing the mix of your juices and her fluid together, you felt like a mess, on the other hand Minjeong was pleased with her work.

Her jaw tightens as she looks down at your pussy overflowing with her semen. “All mine, right now, tomorrow, forever.” Your stomach feels warmed once more in the lower region. Surely, you would pass out if you came again.

Thankfully, Minjeong was also exhausted, her hips stuttering and her thrusts becoming desperate, eager for release. “One more time, gonna fill you up with my kids. Make you a pretty mommy.” Dirty whispers filling your head, your brain practically turning to mush.

“Good girl, there you go. I’m gonna cum too, ngh- wait for me, you can do it. Minjeong lets your legs go and fall next to her hips. You nod your head not wanting to disappoint her. “Uhnn- okay.” Burying her cock deep within you, cum coating your insides again. Your juices wet the sheets once more, the feeling of satisfaction running all over your body, pants of exhaustion falling from your lips.

“You’ve done such a good job, My precious girl, head to sleep now. You’ll have a long day ahead.”

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mayuwantanabe980 · 10 months ago

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Tags: G!p Winter, milf reader, cheating(I felt so bad, so its not rlly mentioned😭) WC: 1.4k

“Honey, we're going to a dinner party tonight.” Your husband tells you over breakfast. He’s not the best at letting you know things at better times. “Right, I’ll tell Gertrude to come at 7 today then.” Gertrude was practically your saviour, she was an incredible nanny that answers every time your husband made last minute notices.

“You know the neighbours right? The wife is older than you. I’m close with her husband.” Your husband says, answering his own question along with some useless information. You simply nod your head remembering the woman.

“Anyways, the couple's daughter came back from a year studying abroad and they want to throw a neighbourhood party.” He rambles, you lose your appetite. “Sweetheart, that sounds great and all but now I’m going to go and drop our son off.” You talk to him as if you were a kindergarten teacher. You begin heading up to your shared room.

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You stood with the other mothers, conversing about skincare and other whatnot. “Oh excuse me.” A calm voice rang from behind you. “Oh sorry, I was in the way.” Smiling prettily at the person you never recognized.

You move your child in front of you to clear the path. One of the mothers piped up. “Oh! You must be Minjeong, Ms Kim's daughter. Are you dropping off someone else’s kid?” Minjeong nods and explains she’s doing a favour for a neighbour. The entire time your eyes can’t leave her face.

You were rarely the type to be impressed by looks but she was gorgeous. Even with just a tracksuit on she stood out from the crowd. Minjeong smiles at you. “My father and your husband are friends, I knew your husband was younger than my father but I didn’t expect you to be so young.”

“You know Minjeong, Miss pretty over here is 8 years older than you.” Leave it to the local busy body to ruin your moment and relish compliments given by a pretty girl. “I’m sure we’ll get along real good tonight.” Something about Minjeongs’ tone threw you off but maybe you were reading into it too much.

Right then, the bus had finally arrived once all the children boarded, Minjeong waved the group off. The rest of the group including you headed off to Ms. Lancey’s house for the weekly book club meeting.

After the book club meeting finished, there was always an excuse for you and Georgina—one of the other mothers—to stay and hang out with Mrs. Lancey. The three of you made quite the trio. Yesterday, Mrs. Lancey kept on going on about how her tan was dying so today the three of you would be sun bathing together. “You know, kids are such a hassle. They vomit, don't listen, a pain in the ass to take care of but the one thing that they're good for, is that they’ll assure your husband doesn’t divorce.” Lancey told you as she laid down in the chaise lounge chair beside you. “Remember Mrs- well now Ms. Beckham.” You nod your head, remembering the woman who was only a few years older than you.

“The moment her husband thought it was taking her too long to get pregnant. He cheated and divorced her.” You slightly gasp, your face twists into a sorry one. “Poor woman. Tsk tsk tsk, men are heartless creatures. Oh- looks like we’ve got company.” Your head turning to see Minjeong waving, outside in her yard mowing. “Isn’t she handsome?” Lancey whispered, waving back with a polite smile on her face.

“You wanna come take a break over here, darlin’?” Georgina motions Minjeong over in her southern accent. “Look at her, she’s like a lion targeting her prey.” Lancey scoffs pointing at Georgina. Minjeong comes over smiling a charming smile. “See? I told you buying that white bikini would be worth it.” You could only smile at Georgina’s words, at times like this she was helpful.

Minjeong was glad she decided to mow the lawn, how else could she have seen you, looking like that. She had to force herself from not staring at you. “Cleaning up the yard a bit before the party?” Lancey asks, offering Minjeong a glass of cold water. “Yeah, since the party is for me, I might as well help out.”

“Well, could there be anything us three could help with?” Georgina asks, twirling her blonde hair. “Oh, well if you had enough time to spare, I would like some help making the lasagna. I’m not too great of a cook.” Before you could say anything, Lancey was dragging you back into the house to get changed.

“Oh come on, you negative nancy. What’s the worst that’s gonna happen?” You buttoned up the beige dress back on. “I don’t know guys, I should be at home now.” You can see Georgina shaking her head un-approvingly. “You gotta live it up while you’re young, hun.” A few more devilish whispers and you were in the kitchen with Minjeong.

“I think we should add some sour cream to the sauce, for flavour.” You tell Minjeong as you put on your apron, your acrylics preventing you from tying the strings. “Let me help.” Minjeong whispered, her fingers swiftly tying a knot. You could smell faint vanilla on her. You murmured out a ‘thank you’, getting back to cooking.

The conversation was usually surface level questions, asking what she majored in and other mundane topics. Perhaps it was when Minjeong complimented you or when she folded your sleeves for you, the tension in the air was getting thicker. Minjeong would forever be grateful that she phished an excuse to get Georgina and Lancey back home.

“Now that we’re done, let’s take a break.” Minjeong says as she holds your hand and leads you to take a seat on the couch beside her. Minjeong and you continued the conversation but you were a little bit out of focus as her fingers kept brushing your leg. At some point Minjeong’s hand was on your thigh, under your dress.

You could feel her fingers inching dangerously close to your panties. Your breathing picks up as you feel a rub on your clit. “I don’t think we should be doing this.” You murmur out as you weakly hold Minjeongs forearm. “I’ll take responsibility, so just enjoy it.” A small smile on her face as she drags your panties down.

You feel her fingers sink into you, pushing them in and out. Sounds slick moving. “I think you like this a little too much, ma’am.” Moans slip out of your mouth despite trying to hold them back. Minjeong’s fingers curl, pressing on to your spot.

“You give it up for anyone? You let anyone fuck you like this?” She whispers dirtily in your ear. You feel your high coming, Minjeong presses down on your clit, the knot in your stomach coming undone. “Come here.” Pointing in between her knees, Minjeong’s pushes down her sweatpants and boxers to reveal her cock.

Your lips wrap around her tip, inciting a small moan out of her. Minejeong’s veiny hand pushes your head down, saliva leaking down her cock from your mouth. “Don’t make such a fucking mess.” Her hand moves your head up and down, practically fucking your mouth.

You were so out of it, all you could hear was Minjeong’s moans and how her cock was filling your mouth. Your tongue licks up all the precum leaking from her tip before Minjeong brings you to sit on her lap. “Let’s stop here before we go too far.” You say, suddenly getting nervous. “Come on, you know you want it.” Her large pleading eyes were enough to distract you when she pushed you down onto her dick.

You felt your hole stretching, accommodating her girth size. “Such a pretty cunt you have, princess.” Your head rests on Minjeong’s shoulder as she begins moving. Her veiny cock thrusting into you. Minjeong’s hands gripping your ass and moving you to her will. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” Her tip hits the right spot as your nails dig into her shoulders.

“Lay down for me, pretty girl.” You do as she says. Then, you feel her push her cock back inside, hitting the most delicious places from this angle. Minjeong’s pushes into you slowly, letting you relish the taste of her cock. “You’re doing so good for me.” Minjeong groaned as her tip scraped your velvety walls.

You couldn’t even muster a proper sentence, anything that came out of your mouth was mixed with begs and moans. Your eyes practically rolling back from the pleasure. “You feel so fucking good.” Finally, you feel her cumming. “Let me do it inside.” You lazily nod your head, your pussy sore from all of it.

On your way out of her house your thoughts began racing. How would you face her tonight? You could see Minjeong waving you goodbye. Minjeong was planning to take care of you real good, tonight.

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