#loona ff

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jinsoul who’s been your makeup artist since your debut, happily smiling as she brushed eye shimmer on your eyelids, sweetly complimenting your full cheeks as she applied blush on them. but over the moments you would spend together, early mornings at music shows, she would get quieter and quieter as she did your makeup.

see, what you didn’t know is that jinsouls mind would be flooded with such perverted thoughts when she did your makeup >_< when she applied shiny gloss over your pretty lips, she would think how cute you’d look when you’d eat her out. or when you obediently flutter your eyes closed so she can apply mascara, she thinks of how perfect you’d look when you unravel on her thigh. not to mention how docile you were for her.

“yn, sweetie, would you pass me that concealer?” she asks, slender hand rubbing your shoulder. “yes ma’am.” you respond, hand reaching over to grab the concealer. and she gulps at that, cheeks turning pink at the way you call her ‘ma'am’. you were so polite for her, so obedient! “thank you, doll.” she smiles, taking the tube from you and starting to apply it to your face.

she finishes up your makeup, applying glimmering gloss on your plump lips as she nods. “all done, yn! good luck on your performance, doll.” she coos, smoothing out your hair as she motions you to get up. “you made me look so pretty, ma’am!” you smile up at her. “of course, but i just made you look even better.“

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you finish your performance, cheering with the other girls in your group and all of the staff claps and cheers along with you all as you enter the green room. “great job, everyone!” your leader cheers, and with that, you all make your way to your dressing rooms, and as you enter yours, you see your makeup artist, sitting on the counter that her makeup supplies sit on. “oh, hi ma’am! did you.. need something?” you ask, setting your things down and taking a sip of the drink you got earlier in the morning before your performance. “not at all dear, just wanted to congratulate you on your performance.” you nod silently, finishing the sip of the drink you took.

“thank you-“ you start, before she cuts you off. “sweetie, come here, you smudged your lip stain, i can fix it really fast before i go!” she motions you over, jumping off the table as she sits you down , taking a wip to the corner or your lips, and you can feel her breath on your lips as she wipes the lip stain away. “you did so well today, doll.” your heart skips a beat at the praise, but you smile shyly as you nod. “thank you, miss!” “of course. also, here you are, i’m done! you can be on your way, sweetie. i’ll see you in a few days for the next music show!”

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“you fit this concept so well, doll.” she mentions as she puts blush on your cheeks, her mind filled with thoughts of how cute you would look all fucked out for her. “thanks, miss!” you mumble, not wanting to interrupt her work she always does so well. like always, she finishes the look with a gloss that overlays your lips perfectly, and she motions you to stand up. “yn, i actually finished up quite early, yeah?” she mentions, checking her watch. “oh, did you? you’re pretty fast then!” you smile, her returning it as she pats your shoulder.

“look..” she starts, sighing as she looks down at you. “baby, you’d always help me out, right?” she coos, slender fingers tracing lines into your shoulder. “yes ma’am, do you need something before i perform?” she swallows hard at how you call her ma’am once more, and she just relishes in the way you’re so obedient again. “mm.. you’d do anything for me right? after all.. i am your elder, doll.. and i really want you to do something.” she says, voice slightly turning possessive. “cmon.. baby.. you can’t say no to me, i’m your elder.” she coos, just like that, you’re being pulled on your knees onto the floor, a submissive rag doll all for jinsouls pleasure.

“ma’am, what are you making me do..?” you ask as she stands over you, stroking my hair. “baby.. need you to eat me out, if you do well, i’ll give you a reward after your performance. can you do that for me? huh? do it for me, i know better, doll.” she coos, squatting down a little to rub your shoulder. “y- yes ma’am…” you say, looking down at the floor before your hands creep up to her waistband, pulling her panties and pants down slowly. you look back up at her.. more like her core. “baby, we don’t have all day.. only like.. 25 minutes, hurry up.” she groans, hands gripping at the table as to not ruin your hair. “yes ma’am.. ‘m sorry..” you mumble as you bring your lips to her core.. that’s been soaking wet the second you sat down in her chair to get your makeup done.

your tongue travels to her clit, rubbing at it to stimulate it, you’d never really done this before, but at the way jinsoul groans you name out loudly, you hope it’s good enough for her. “momma…” you groan against her heat. you’d known her long enough that she’s not even suprised, and the way your voice vibrates through her has her writhing and rubbing herself against your face so she could get more. “baby.. please.. more..” and you give in, your tongue rubbing at her clit as your fingers insert her hole, your fingers hesitantly pumping in and out of her hole. “d-doll…” she mutters, thighs squeezing around your head subconsciously. “doing so w-well.. fuck, m’ gonna-!” she yelps, and with one stuttered thrust against your lips, her release fills up your mouth, her thighs relaxing their grip as she pulls away, her breath shaky as she pulls you up. “l-lets.. fix your lipstick really fast, doll.”

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you finish your performance as best you can, but you feel like it showed that you had jinsoul on your mind the whole time.. and jinsoul could definitely tell as she watched the recording as she waited for you. and she was totally going to tell you off for the slightest mistake, just as always.

you sigh as you walk back into your dressing room, back pressed against the door , you spot jinsoul sitting on the table, and her glare on you is harsh as you walk in. you know she’s not praising you for how well you did.

“yn, baby.” she beckons you over, staring into your eyes, she grabs your wrist and pulls you closer. “i watched your performance, i saw your little mistakes. you think you’re gonna get a fucking reward after that? huh?” she says sternly. “no ma’am.. i-“ you say before she cuts you off. “you what? had me on your mind too much? i know you know how to perform this choreography, you did it the other day. and the other girls did it just fine.” she starts, her grip on your wrist tightening. “what is it baby? can’t deal with a little favor then going straight to performing? anyone else could’ve done it.” she says, her face getting closer to yours. “please ma’am-“ “no! if you fucking do this again i’ll.. i swear. i’m gonna tell everyone how much of a whore you are for your makeup artist.”

and with that, her lips are starting to work down your jaw, marking down your neck. “miss no-!!! i have a show tomorrow too-“ she pulls of your neck, scoffing. “what, so you can perform messily there too? don’t worry, i can cover it up just fine, doll. you know that.” her hickeys trail down to your collarbone, before she pulls off ,flips your skirt up and drops your panties down to your ankles. “fucking ride me, doll.” she says, holding you by your waist and placing you on her thigh. “don’t know how..” you mumble, whining at the way her thigh makes contact with your mound. “course you don’t. figure it out, then. i’m not helping you until you make me proud.” you whine in annoyance before you weakly start rutting your hips against hers, whining as nothing really reaches what you need.

she laughs cruelly at the way you can’t get yourself off :( “poor baby.. wanna feel good so bad??” she mocks, slender fingers ghosting closely to your clit. “momma.. please-“ you moan, and she can’t help but take pity on you, she wants to help her girl sooo bad. her free hand grips onto your hip, guiding you to actually get yourself off better. and you practically crumble on her thigh right then. “ma’am..!!” you whisper, face hiding in her collarbone. and it doesn’t help how her fingers finally start to play at your sweet spot, and all she does in response is chuckle, loving the way your eyes squeeze shut and your whole body trembles.

“momma.. wanna c-cu-“ she immediately pulls you off her thigh, and takes her fingers away from you. “nuh uh. not yet doll.” she moves behind you, holding you up by your waist so you don’t fall.. your legs are already so weak.. then she pushes your down onto the table, ass up for her to do anything. “doll, hand me the brush i put your blush on with earlier?” she asks, hand reaching out for when you get it. your shaky hand takes the thick brush from the side of her bag, handing it to her. “open wide, sweetie.” she says, easing the brush into your mouth. “noooo~” you mumble around the plastic. “baby, you don’t get a fucking say in the matter.” she says sternly, pulling the brush out of your mouth and bringing it to your core, teasing it at your entrance. “p-please.. it’s gonna hurt..” you mumble against the table, squeezing your thighs shut, but of course it won’t do anything.

“no doll, it won’t.” and with that, she’s pushing the end of the brush, not even giving you time to adjust to its size before she’s thrusting it in and out of you, chuckling at the way your squirm and squeal at the sensation. “a-ah..!!! miss..!!” you yelp as she presses your hips against the table. “stay still. with the way you’re moving so much it’s only gonna hurt worse.” she says, kissing down your shaky thighs as she keeps doing her work on you, just waiting to see you unravel.

“mommy.. can’t take any more-“ you whine, nails attempting to grip at the table, biting your lip to hold yourself together. “baby.. yes you can. just a little more.” she says, leaving pecks and marks up your inner thighs, speeding up her pace as she gasps at the way you practically scream. “miss.. please..!” “please what, baby.” she mocks. “if you make me stop i’ll tell everyone how much of a fucking whore you are.” she threatens once more, making you whine, but you go along, and you practically thrust back into the brush. “momma- wanna cum this time ..!” you beg, broken whines leaving you. “okay baby. you can this time..” and with that, she speeds up her pace even more, making you last just one moment more before a staccato moan leaves your lips, and jinsoul is catching your release with her lips, pulling the end of the brush out and replacing it with her knowing tongue, thrusting it in and out of you to help you ride out your high.

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training to be a handmaiden was a highly respected field of education- at least to some. i mean, you didn’t mind it, you’ve never been one to feel resentful about waiting on others. in fact, you’re quite the opposite, and have issues with saying no, even if you don’t mean it when you say yes.

but still, waiting on a royal’s hand and foot was not exactly ideal. it paid well and got you a spot in the kingdom’s gossip circle, but you’d much rather be off on some adventure, saving the world or something more exciting than sitting here, in heredia castle’s ballroom, learning how to sit properly.

“y/n, are you listening?” your instructor breaks into your thoughts. you look at her. everyone else in the class has stood up, while you are still plopped on a stool, one ankle over the other, hands clasped in your lap.

“yes,” you rush out, hurriedly righting yourself.

she sighs, muttering about you “being off in your wonderland again.” 

still not focusing, you stare straight ahead at the tapestry-adorned wall in front of you. however, out of the corner of your eye, you watch the other girls. they’re doing the same routine as you, which consists of curtsies, a few dance steps, walking in the “correct” way, and other intricate moves used in formal situations.

they’re dressed in flowing ball-gowns, all colors of the rainbow: crimson, emerald, magenta, royal blue, lavender, along with shiny leather heels. gems are clipped into their hair, sparkling in the light emitted by the candles along the walls. they look perfect, the definition of conventional beauty.

your heart hurts knowing that some of the girls, the people that are your sisters, your family, will succumb to the grooming the handmaiden system puts them through. some will stop thinking for themselves, so stressed from the pressure of materialism and appearance that they begin to live only for others.

and you can only pray you won’t reach that same fate.

one of the handmaidens catches your eye. you don’t recall her being there before. she must be new. however, she seems to already know her way around court etiquette. interesting, considering most handmaidens come from poor families that have never stepped foot in a castle before. you make a note to keep an eye on her.

something in her eyes feels off to you. you can’t explain it, but she doesn’t act like the other girls. there’s a certain nervousness, mixed with an heir of superiority almost, like she knows something everyone else doesn’t. 

the formation changes, and said handmaiden is now standing next to you. it’s your cue to step up to an imaginary suitor and accept an invitation to dance.

it’s quite a unique sight, twenty girls dancing alone in an empty ballroom, the only noise is the sound of heels tapping against the floor and echoing against the marble walls.

the familiar waltz plays in your head, even if you can’t hear it aloud. you’ve listened to it so many times, it’s as familiar as the voices in your mind.

as you twirl and step, your eye glances to the suspicious handmaiden beside you. her skirt flies up a teensy bit as she whirls around, and you catch sight of something shiny against her leg. a knife, you realize. why would she carry one of those? it’s quite an aesthetic, you must say, one that you have coveted for the longest time, but have never gotten around to playing with. there’s never been a need for weaponry inside this castle. and besides, your role is to run squealing to the nearest guard and faint in their arms if danger ever comes your way.

the dance ends swiftly, leaving you and the rest of your class panting slightly and fanning yourselves. it’s around 8:00 p.m., time for your evening repast. however, you opt to go to your room instead, in order to relax for a while and watch the night sky.

walking out of the ballroom and turning to the left, you catch sight of someone’s shadow. it can’t be any of the girls, they unanimously decided to eat dinner in the hall. the logical side of your mind tells you it’s probably just a guard, not the suspicious dark figure your mystery-loving self wants to believe. however, you quiet your footsteps as you follow the silhouette down the hallway.

you trail the person for quite a ways, down a couple corridors and through some turns. they’re making their way towards the edge of the castle, in the direction of the western gate. interesting, you think again. no one uses the western gate, it’s main purpose is as a backdoor that servants travel through in order to take out the trash and do other tasks. 

suddenly, you lose sight of the figure. quickening your pace to try to catch up with them again, you lightly jog down the last hallway you saw the shadow. it’s a dead end. no one’s there. 

however, taking your chances with accidentally alerting someone and looking like an absolute fool, you call out, “who are you? i know someone’s here.”

the corridor remains silent for a couple moments, before you feel a presence a few feet behind you. 

“why did you follow me?” a feminine voice asks.

turning around, you come face to face with the owner of the voice. they’re the girl from your class earlier, the one with the dagger strapped against her calf. hyejoo, if you recall what the teacher addressed her as.

“i was wondering who you were. the only people around were the rest of the girls, and they’d decided to go to dinner.”

hyejoo seems a little surprised at this, crossing her arms across her chest, although you don’t know what other kind of answer she was expecting.

“looking for trouble?” she inquires. the intention of being intimidating was there, but the execution was a little too gentle.

“maybe,” you respond, “but it seems not as much as you are. what are you doing down here?”

“i was lost, that’s all. in fact, i’ll be heading back to my quarters right now,” hyejoo defends, avoiding eye contact and making to turn around and scramble like an egg.

you don’t buy it. “why were you running then?”

“running? i wasn’t...” hyejoo glances at you, seeing the expression on your face and realizing that she’s not going to fool you easily.

“tell me what’s going on,” you say gently, “i’m not going to rat you out of or anything.”

“i can’t tell you what i’m doing, all i need is some answers,” she looks pleadingly at you.

“alright, ask away,” you say. you’ve hit the jackpot~ your think giddily to yourself, this is how storybooks start.

hyejoo hesitates, before quietly inquiring, “where is the king’s office?”

not what you were expecting, but you tell her, “the second right turn in the main corridor near the dining hall.”

she nods. “and the queen’s?”

“adjourning the king’s.”

her eyes glaze over slightly, she’s thinking about something. you don’t question her, knowing she doesn’t really want to be interrogated right now. however, your mind is still itching for more information.

“is there a secret way to get there?”

“yes,” you respond slowly, “but if you want me to tell you, i need to know why first.”

sighing under her breath and tensing up, hyejoo is silent for a while. “can i trust you?” she finally asks. you reassure her that you won’t pass up an adventure like this, to which she seems to relax a little.

somehow feeling guilty about making you do something risky like this, hyejoo makes you confirm your agreement, “yes, hyejoo, i do want to do this. besides, we’re handmaidens- we get caught and all we have to is play dumb. they’ll accept our excuses without batting an eye. it’ll be a piece of cake.”

she nods solemnly, a slight smile dawning on her face. “meet you at your rooms tomorrow evening?”

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sooyoung did tell you that she was going to stay at the studio late tonight, but that didn’t mean you were going to miss her any less. in fact, it probably made you miss her more knowing that she wouldn’t be coming home straight away. you were sat in the middle of the floor of your shared bedroom, staring at your computer. you had been working on one assignment for what felt like hours, trying to keep yourself distracted, and be productive, until your girlfriend came home. the air vents were opened, and being on the floor didn’t give you mercy. the cold air blowing through the vents sent a shiver throughout your body before you finally got up, wandering to the closet and aimlessly pushing around the sweaters and hoodies that were hanging. a burgundy one caught your eye, specifically because you knew it was sooyoung’s. you had caught her curled up with your stuffed animal after a late study session with chaewon and yerim, the tv lights dancing on her face while she slept on the couch peacefully. 

it wouldn’t hurt to wear it, would it? maybe it’d bring some sort of comfort to you while you worked for a bit. slipping it over your head, you closed the closet door with your foot and a sense of warmth and protection washed over you instantly, it felt like sooyoung herself was there, hugging you from behind. a small smile hit your face as you pushed your arms through the sleeves, sitting down in front of your computer with a newfound energy to crank everything out. 

it felt like minutes had passed before hearing the front door click and a pair of shoes stepping on the hardwood floor, signaling that sooyoung was home. a grin appeared on your face as you finished up the sentence you were in the middle of writing, shutting your laptop and standing up. you stretched for a second before wandering out into the main area with a grin. “welcome home,” you greeted your girlfriend, arms outstretched for a hug.

“not yet baby, i’m sweaty,” sooyoung answered, slipping her shoes off by the door and hanging her jacket up on the coatrack. she turned to look at you with a grin before a curious glint hit her eyes. “is that my sweatshirt?” you furrowed your eyebrows before looking down, completely forgetting you had put it on as a form of motivation earlier.

“oh, yeah. it is, i wore it while i was working on the essay,” you responded quietly, messing with the hem of it. “if you don’t like me wearing your things, i won’t-”

“y/n, chill. it’s okay,” sooyoung interrupted, nearing you and running a hand through your hair. “i think you look good in it. if it helps you focus wearing my clothes, then have at it, okay?” you looked up and locked eyes with hers, which were undoubtedly filled with love and adoration. you smiled a bit with a nod, leaning into her touch before her voice rang out again. “i’m going to go shower now. we can chill while you write your essay when i get out, alright?” you nodded again, sighing at the loss of touch when sooyoung took her hand away.