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A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner
[FILL] Eating Honey
(Anonymous) 2026-01-17 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)Major Tags: NSFW, flashback to underage yearning
Additional Tags: university AU, they are girls
Permission to remix: Yes
I proofread this and went on anon.
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Like everything she did, Jeonghan was lazy but effective. All she did was push the fat of her tongue right up against Jisoo's clit and held it there, close and tight so that the throbbing of Jisoo's flesh fucked itself onto the electric edge that got her toes curling.
Jisoo let herself chase the feeling, knees spreading open, heels digging to the classroom carpet and stomach clenching as she lifted herself ass-up into Jeonghan's mouth. She shuddered when Jeonghan's nose hit something, like a knife slipping into tendon, finding the line where the ocean floor cracked open to steam. Heat like a needle into her spine, orgasm close enough to snatch if she tried hard enough. One final stretch if she held her breath and let her nerves burn.
If she thought about the poolâ
âyoung, before anyone started shaving or waxing, when Jisoo swam laps before school and looked up from the water to see Seungcheol standing on the diving block, following the droplets up her legs and into the crevice where the seam of her swimsuit endedâ
Jisoo rolled her hips once, twice, held the position as the her whole body wound itself around the press of Jeonghan's mouthâ
âwhen Seungcheol was growing too large for her blouse and a button had slipped out, a dark little nook where, if Jisoo sat at just the right angle she could look in and seeâ
Jeonghan sucked, and Jisoo's eyes squeezed shut as her heart hammered with each second of captive breath, rising within her like a promise, higher and higher, taut and tight and straining andâ
âand fading.
She dropped back down, panting. Edge still there, hips jerking in sensitivity, but the cliff face was just too far away for jumping. Maybe if she just tried harder, pushed an ankle into Jeonghan or thought again ofâ
Her eyes open to the darkness of the classroom, lit only by the small rectangle of glass in the door, a portal to the corridor, the outside world with its oppressive fluorescent lights that painted too truthfully.
She could sense Jeonghan beneath her, a shadow beneath her skirt.
The motion-sensor lights turned off ages ago, when Jisoo still had her panties on, when they were still making out in the corner, tongues in throats, hands beneath skirts, nail against nipple. Bitten, so that Jisoo felt the cracked edges drag itself down the fleshy curve into the bones of her ribs.
Anyone looking through the glass would only find their own reflection.
"Sorry," Jisoo swallowed, hand trying to find something of Jeonghan's, something to hold on to, to clutch, as if touch was more direct than words, "You were good, I was close. Um."
"What are you thinking of," Jeonghan rose up like a spectre, mouth glistening in the half-light, eyes smiling as if she always knew Jisoo's secrets. She didn't, but she knew what Jisoo was not. No one was in love here.
Jeonghan had dated Seungcheol. Maybe, maybe not. Jisoo remembers the facebook album of a white party, 2 years ago, start of semester. Jisoo didn't go because she was living at home and didn't want to explain the outfit or argue about curfew, but she remembers seeing them, 220 or so deep into a 300 photo album. Jeonghan in a babydoll dress, Seungcheol in two-piece halter-neck, shoulders, biceps, abs all on show. Both of them tucked into a corner booth, away from the dance floor. Everything about Seungcheol was jubilant, vodka cranberry in one hand and another arm slung around Jeonghan's narrow shoulders. Lipstick smeared but cleaned up again, just the tight ghost of a finger smudge. Jisoo can see where her lip liner ended. Can see Jeonghan's finger clenched inside her thumb.
And there was a dusty patch on Jeonghan's white neckline. Beige. A another patch on her pale neck. Cherry.
There were no other photos of them from that night. Not even in the background. Jisoo looked.
Now, Jeonghan has Jisoo's clit between two of her fingers.
"Just a dirty fantasy," Jisoo smiled, polite and with her eyes. One hand finds Jeonghan's cheek and she makes sure to place her thumb on Jeonghan's lip, "At church, hidden behind the altar where the baptism pool resides."
"Hm?" Jeonghan tilted her head into Jisoo's palm, eyes alive and living, "And then?"
"I think of you naked, tied down when mass starts, forced to look up at the crucifix."
"Jesus, Jisoo that's filthy," Jeonghan drags her fingers down and sink them into Jisoo's cunt, fingers curling to drag out the slick, "And still not enough to get you off?"
"Not sure if I'm into exhibitionism." Shame maybe, if it was Jeonghan who wore that livery. Jisoo shrugs and leans forward, kissing the little point of Jeonghan's chin that caught a glimmer. Sliding her tongue across the difficult jawline, the shadow between her bones where the skin hollows, then down to her silent neck, where Seungcheol once gnawed the skin. Feels the quiver in herself as Jeonghan shudders.
"Ah-h," Jeonghan pants, half a laugh and half a reprimand, "I was almost done with you."
Jisoo's tongue laved over the skin, marked an X, and then clamped her teeth down, "Who said I wanted to be done?"
At Soonyoung's 21st this year, Soonyoung loudly declared that she never kissed a girl and huffed, looking expectantly around the room. Seungkwan and Minghao kissed her forehead, and Seokmin dodged a sloppy wet attack, but Soonyoung remained unsatisfied. Seungcheol had a thoughtful look on her face then, cherry lips pushed together, eyebrows knitted. But she looked up, and caught Jisoo staring.
Seungcheol had sent her a raised eyebrow and the barest quirk of her mouth, but the invitation was thick as honey and smelling just as sweet. Heavy on the tongue even before tasting. Jisoo's mouth went dry. Her stomach swooped into a trapdoor.
How easy it was, to catch Seungcheol then. To take her outside. To ruin.
But Jisoo had looked away, hidden her eyes behind glass and cider and bubble, and turned her back to a girl that could have been everything. That could have seen through Jisoo's demeanour and recognised her for the degenerate, debauched lesbian that she always was.
Jeonghan was watching her too closely, to think of Seungcheol now.
Jisoo takes Jeonghan's pruned fingers and puts it in her mouth. Tastes the salt from herself, the bitterness of raw desire. Thinks about asking, lets go on a date, laughs.
Jeonghan nudged her, "What was that?"
"Want to test something," Jisoo reached forwards to hook her fingers under Jeonghan's panties, dragging them off her legs. Unbearably light in her hands, but weighted.
And then, just because she can, she throws it across the classroom.
A shudder. A click. The lights turn on.
Two girls look at each other in an empty classroom, watching the guilt fade in. In their eyes, a reflection.
Re: [FILL] Eating Honey
young, before anyone started shaving or waxing,
Back when desire was simply desire and not something consciously created or manicured or judged⌠No wonder this Jisoo still longs for that time
Jisoo didn't go because she was living at home and didn't want to explain the outfit or argue about curfew
This plus the whole church thing, hinting at why Jisoo might have such immense shame about who she is and what she wants⌠girl :(
"Just a dirty fantasy," Jisoo smiled, polite and with her eyes.
This is SICK i can see the josh hong perfect idol smile. But in this context oughhghhg, performing a role for a sexual partner where sheâs just the right amount of dirty in the right way rather than expose anything real about herself. And the fact that inventing a blasphemous fantasy feels safer to her than simply admitting her head wasnât in the right place or she wasnât feeling it, and this:
...turned her back to a girl that could have been everything. That could have seen through Jisoo's demeanour and recognised her for the degenerate, debauched lesbian that she always was.
She could have had Seungcheol but she couldnât bear someone seeing her that clearly or knowing her so wholly, and yet sheâs still so hung up on her. The awful psychological affliction of being a person who fears more strongly than they desire, forced to have nothing and want everything. Anon⌠are you doing okay out thereâŚ.
"Ah-h," Jeonghan pants, half a laugh and half a reprimand, "I was almost done with you."
Jisoo's tongue laved over the skin, marked an X, and then clamped her teeth down, "Who said I wanted to be done?"
Oh my god she wants it like this⌠sex as self-harm oof ow my bones
"Not sure if I'm into exhibitionism." Shame maybe, if it was Jeonghan who wore that livery.
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Thinks about asking, lets go on a date, laughs.
Oh this is so sickeningly potentâŚnot able to have what you truly want so settling instead for the person who has had what you want, like the proximity might somehow scratch some of that itch. But it doesnât and the whole time youâre resenting the person in front of you, and resenting yourself too
I LOVE the ending with Jisoo flinging Jeonghanâs underpants across the room to turn the lights back on. She canât get rid of her own shame but she can at least control when and how she allows it to flood back into the room, and gain some perverse satisfaction in dragging Jeonghan down there with her.
Anon itâs so crazy and impressive that in a relatively short piece that could technically be classed as pwp there is such a vivid and haunting portrait of a person so at odds with herself and her choices. Thank you so much for writing, I will never again be able to look at beloved children's character winnie the pooh without thinking about eating pussy
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(Anonymous) 2026-01-18 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)ahhh thank you for this comment for getting me even more excited about winnie-the-pooh inspired cunnilingus, how did you even find that quote, did you just have it on hand?? I was waiting at a platform when your comment came in and kept trying to grin at the sky and not at another commuter LOL
I have to give credit to yilinge's 2021 (sfw) fill as the tick which injected the jihan lesbianisms into me: https://17hols.dreamwidth.org/7664.html?thread=234480#cmt234480
I just think yuriteen jisoo descends onto the page with so much baggageL the catholic guilt, the repressed homoeroticism, the maintenance of mild perfection. It's been in my head ever since just trying to break down this character and to imagine her performance. The co-existence of fear, shame and desire is a large part of it!!
What's fascinating to me is that she still needs to direct that horny energy somewhere and spilling onto jeonghan is coded as 'safe' for her. Either because jeonghan understands, or perhaps is going through the same thing. I think f/f amplifies certain parts of the idolverse m/m dynamics so when my mind latched onto "eating honey", I casted jihan and galloped away.
anon is doing well and will attempt the girlfriend quest this year
[REMIX] itâs ticking like a clock
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Additional Tags: university au, yuri with bad vibes
Permission to remix: Yes
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i read the prompt and my brain immediately went 95s and lo and behold the next day there were 95s!!! and GIRLS!!! anon you are a genius; i loved this and was thoroughly inspired.
It was the last day of the semester. Seungcheol peeled her naked body off of Jeonghanâs to pull back on her t-shirt. âClass of 2013,â it said on the back, followed by a list of names. Jeonghan found Seungcheolâs easily and dug the nail of her index finger into it.
Hissing, Seungcheol slapped her hand away. âQuit it, Iâm ticklish.â
A foolish thing to admit; Jeonghan filed it away for later. âI canât help it,â she cooed, âYouâre too cute to not tease.â
âSo mean.â The charming grin Seungcheol tossed Jeonghan fell into a sigh. âI really need to pack for break, but I donât want to.â
Jeonghan knew a dismissal when she heard oneâand even if she was wrong, it was always better to leave early than overstay a welcome. She began to root around for her own shirt.âWhy do you even need to pack? You live so close.â
Seungcheol frowned at her closet. âI brought everything to school. Thereâs nothing back home,â she huffed.
Abandoning her pursuit in favor of Jeonghan, she stepped close and lay a sloppy line of kisses down the column of her neck. Only one of Jeonghanâs legs had made it into her slacks. She was messy, undone; her wanting, the same. Seungcheolâs lips should abandon the neck and find their way between Jeonghanâs teeth. Seungcheol should crawl into Jeonghanâs open mouth.
Jeonghan allowed herself a quiet exhale. When Seungcheol pulled back, Jeonghan pulled up the other leg of her slacks. She zipped the zipper and buttoned the button.
Seungcheol got out of her space. She leaned back, try-hard casual, and volleyed, âAre you going home for break?â
âNah.â What was there to go home to? Jeonghan slipped her belt into the loops.
âSo where are you going?â
Jeonghan rolled her socks onto her feet, one after the other. First the left, then the right. âBali.â She wiggled her toes. âAt a five star resort. It has a water slide and everything. All-you-can-eat buffet.â
âCool.â Seungcheol paused; Jeonghan stepped around her. Shoes, next. âWho are you going with? Like, your family?â
Jeonghan hummed. âOh, you know.â Where had she put her shoes?
âI donât, actually.â
They werenât by the door; she must have kicked them off in a lustful stupor last night. Jeonghan retreated to check around the bed for her sneakers and was confronted with Seungcheol, arms crossed, sour expression. How cute. It made Jeonghan feel the same way she did when an outdoor cat approached to say helloâenamored, flattered, helplessly affectionate despite the risk of teeth and claws.
âYâknow. People. Why, jealous?â she teased. âShould I take you to Bali with me?â
Seungcheol scoffed. âWho cares about Bali? You should take me somewhere better.â
âOkay, princess, where to?â
âAnywhere.â Seungcheol was beginning to look more and more aggrieved. Jeonghan couldnât figure out why, which was concerning. âYou could take me anywhere and it would be better. You could come home with me and it would be better.â
The floor dropped out from Jeonghanâs stomach. Her body froze; the hairs on her arms stood at attention. She managed to force out, âYou think your house is better than Bali?â
âOf course it is,â Seungcheol declared, haughty. Like it was a joke.
âLucky you.â Jeonghan resumed her search, peeked behind the deskâno luck for her. âYou have the new Bali at home. Now I donât have to take you anywhere.â
âDonât be lazy, Hani.â
âWhoâs lazy? Youâre the lazy one. You want me to do all the work for you when itâs your house.â
Where the fuck were Jeonghanâs shoes?
âHow am I lazy? Iâm not lazy.â
âSure, Cheol.â
âIâm not! Iâm not lazy, Iâmâ Look, Iâll take you.â
Jeonghan laughed. âYouâll take me to Bali?â
âNo, Jeonghan.â Then she was in front of Jeonghan with those lovely long eyelashes and devastating pout, looking like a bad dream. Her hand, reaching, curling around Jeonghanâs bicep to anchor, to keep. âIâll take you home.â Her grip tightened; Jeonghanâs skin would be a bruised peach. âForget Bali. Forgetâ forget âpeople.â Come home. With me.â
âSeungcheolââ Jeonghan started, then found herself, for once, lacking words. She felt pulpy and overripe. The tips of her fingers had gone cold.
She yanked her arm from Seungcheolâs grip with considerable effort, Seungcheolâs nails leaving behind red marks from their reluctance, and turned away.
How lucky. Before her, sitting on the floor of the closet, neatly lined up between Seungcheolâs boots and Seungcheolâs sneakers, were Jeonghanâs shoes.
Seungcheol was still speaking, âIâm serious, Jeonghan, itâs super close, and Iâm sure my parents wouldââ
âDid you move these?â
Seungcheol startled, tripped over her words. âMove what?â
âMy shoes.â They peered back at Jeonghan so innocuously. âDid you move them?â
âWhat? No, why would I?â
Jeonghan didnât know. Thatâs what she was curious aboutâshe wouldnât have moved them either. But there they sat, inexplicably in Seungcheolâs room, in Seungcheolâs closet, in Seungcheolâs life.
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Two days later, Jeonghan and her shoes were in Seungcheolâs car. There were no plane tickets to Bali to cancel. Seungcheol drove a nice carâpractical, fancy without being flashy. Jeonghan sat in the passengerâs seat and had the quietest panic attack of her life. They went home.
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It wasnât Bali, but Seungcheol and Jeonghan were in the water all break. The acrid bite of chlorine clung to Jeonghanâs skin; she had never swam so much in her life. Jeonghan grew up with public pools and loathsome crowds, but Seungcheolâs community had its own private pool. Technically, it had twoâone indoors, divided into neat numbered lanes, and one outdoors, a wide rectangle of water. At night, the two of them would scramble up the gate and hop the fence to dive into that rectangle in the chill of the night. Seungcheol slung her clothes off without hesitation; she was always wearing a sports bra, which meant the dip between her tits was always on full display. Jeonghan only owned one swimsuit, a navy blue one-piece. It never dried in time for their next late night outing, so Jeonghan wore a cold, damp swimsuit every day for the entire break.
Under water and moonlight, intoxicated by the thrill of the taboo, Seungcheol was radiant. She was excitable and utterly alive, falling over herself, falling over Jeonghan, giggling and shushing like she wasnât the one making all the noise.
One night, kicking her feet in the water and chafing her ass on the concrete, Jeonghanâs ego couldnât help itself. She said to Seungcheol, âYou seem happy.â
Seungcheol waded through the water to bully her shoulders between Jeonghanâs knees and smooth her palms over skin. Chlorine dripped from her bangs onto Jeonghanâs bare thighs; Seungcheol leaned down and tasted.
âOf course iâm happy, Hani,â she murmured, mouth smeared to Jeonghanâs knee, âIâm here with you.â
Ah, her tongue really was so talented. Jeonghan hooked her ankles together at the small of Seungcheolâs back and pulled her close. She was twenty and thought the heat of a hand on her waist meant the wearer was in love.
âI used to come here with Jisoo all the time when I was young,â Seungcheol continued. Her hands wandered. Her chest pressed into the crease of Jeonghanâs hip. âI was on the diving team.â
âWere you any good?â
Seungcheol shrugged. âMaybe. It was more for fun that anything. I didnât take it that serious.â
âI doubt that.â
Laughter, all teeth, her chin tilted up. Seungcheol leaned in for a kiss. Her lips were slick with pool water. âNo, seriously. I just did it because my mom wanted me to. Jisoo was the one who was intense about it.â
Jeonghanâs lips twisted into a smile. âIt seems like you like Jisoo more than you like me,â she teased, hot stone in her gut.
Pouting, Seungcheol leaned up to kiss her again and again. âDonât say that. Why would you say that? Of course I like you. Itâs just that Jisoo is Jisoo, is all.â
Jisoo is Jisoo, but there was no just. Jisoo was pretty and femme and had long, straight hair that plummeted down her back. Jisoo played concert violin and volunteered on the weekends. The only thing Jeonghan had going was her status as The Campus Lesbian, which she hadnât even wantedâshe was just the unlucky bastard that got caught first.
The day after it had been posted, Jisoo came up to Jeonghan while she was halfway through her meal and asked, with genuine concern, âHow are you holding up?â Like they were friends. Then she touched two dainty fingers to the back of Jeonghanâs handâfirst her knuckles, then the knobby bone in her wrist.
âMaybe you should invite Jisoo to the pool,â Jeonghan continued, âSince you like her so much.â
âI only mentioned her once!â cried Seungcheol. Not true. Jeonghan had been counting.
âThe day we got here, the first thing you pointed out to me was Jisooâs place.â The day they got here, Seungcheol had told her parents, This is Jeonghan, my best friend.
âI thought you would find it interesting!â
A genuine laugh flew out of Jeonghan. âWhy would I find that interesting?â
Seungcheol sulked and shrank in on herself. She tried to kick away from the wall, but Jeonghan tensed her legs and locked her ankles, shackled Seungcheol and held her close.
Sharp teeth dug in as punishment. Jeonghan pretended it didnât hurt. âI canât believe you like Jisoo more than me. After all the laundry I did for you this year.â
âI like you!â Seungcheol huffed. âHaniâ Jeonghan, i like you so much.â Her eyes were round, imploring; her lower lip looked dewy in the moonlight. âWhy are you still on this? Forget about Jisoo! We just grew up together. Sheâs like, my cousin, or something.â
âBut you think sheâs pretty,â sighed Jeonghan, with drama.
âNo!â
âOh? So you donât think sheâs pretty?â
âWell of course sheâs pretty, sheâsââ Seungcheol huffed through her nose. Her sulky expression made Jeonghan giggle. âHani,â she stretched the vowels out.
Jeonghan widened her eyes, the picture of innocence. She copied Seungcheolâs tone: âCheollieââ
And then Seungcheol was kicking away from the wall with a hand on Jeonghanâs ankle and the ground disappeared from under Jeonghanâs ass, bubbles exploding into being around her body, and Jeonghan was underwater, falling, sinking, and everything was very still and dark and quiet.
The moonlight was an oily layer floating atop the poolâs surface. Somewhere up there, Seungcheol was waiting.
Jeonghan let herself sink and thought, What if I drown? What if I stay here forever?
Jeonghan could punish Seungcheol with this. Make Seungcheol regret her little trick. Jeonghan wanted to hurt Seungcheol, so she let herself sink.
It was silent enough underwater to feel the absence of sound. If Seungcheol were to call her name, would Jeonghan be able to hear it? Would it reach her? She imagined Seungcheolâs voice, warm and deep, getting lost in the water, calling out Jeonghan? Jeonghan? Jeonghan?
Re: [REMIX] itâs ticking like a clock
(Anonymous) 2026-01-24 11:43 am (UTC)(link)I was at work when this came through and read it at my desk trying to keep a professional expression as if I was reading an email IT WAS HARD because this remix is SO GOOD and my heart was yowling like a mountain lion.
This is so beautifully written, like so rooted in life, casual yet weighted, every scene a doublespeak or a slice into a much more complicated queer experience. I loved re-reading and thinking about what each part could mean, what it could point to. Like these just felt so suavely understated -- easy words yet implying something so much more powerful:
(the metaphors in this fill are stunning, so visceral and demanding and perfectly encapsulating the ugliness of an uncontrollable crush, hating yourself for loving in the way you do yet unable to control the attraction. absolutely yuri with bad vibes and I am so seated for it, yuripill dosage for yearss)
And the lore as well. I have to know, did you just have these details inside of you? The details in the narration is spinning in my head and kicking up a dust storm that might settle into a remix, there's so many things that make me think, like:
(EXCUSE ME??!! just casually implying a whole trauma arc/villainess canon event in half a paragraph? The briefest suggestion of class issues and idealising cishet performance -- the whole part about Jeonghan's damp wetsuit, the class distinction between seungcheol's and jeonghan's private vs public pools, that hammered a nail into my cerebrum because I am thinking about how it all links with their imperfect love. seungcheol and jisoo on the diving team, how seungcheol was casual yet believes that jisoo is competitive -- if this is a remix I'm absolutely digging the skewed angles of observation between the two of them. There is so much projection, like how much of themselves are they seeing in the other??)
And and, where do I start with the dialogue? The arguments are incredible because I can sense how desperate they both are for something they can't name, in a way they can't control, and for a reason inside themselves neither can understand. The half-teasing-half-accusatory schrodinger's argument about bali when it was about priorities and demanding security in love without being honest about your vulnerability. jeonghan trying to find her shoes in order to leave almost like a metaphor for her heart, wanting to leave yet locked into orbit with seungcheol, and everything else about home and having a home!! ahh!!! you are incredible. I will definitely be thinking about it and even thinking of another remix, you have unlocked so many stories within me about the 95z yuriteen bad vibes
Re: [REMIX] itâs ticking like a clock
as for jeonghanâs anime villain backstory: while reading your fill, i thought a lot about jisooâs christian guilt/internalized homophobia and what jeonghan might represent to her beyond her connection to seungcheol, and i landed on the classic only out lesbian in a 50 mile radius becomes fair game for every ââstraightââ girlâs experimentation chappell roan queer girl misery. and i could very much imagine a jeonghan who did not want this title of token queer, but who chose to own it because it was the easier option, easier and less vulnerable than, say, someone outing you and admitting that being outed was unwanted and scary. i thought of a jeonghan who slept with girls and played this specific role not necessarily because she wanted to, but because she was protecting herself by doing what people expected. she might not have money or power or influence, but she has image⌠she has attractionâŚ
anyway. thank u for the loveliest comment and long live 95z yuri bad vibez