the hotel room was dimly lit, the warm glow of the bedside lamp reflecting off the laptop screen resting on the wooden bed tray that sat in front of the two of you. the chat was scrolling at a lightning-fast speed, thousands of comments flying by every second while you sat side-by-side on the large bed, buried under the heavy hotel duvet.
to the thousands of fans watching, it was just a casual, late-night stream between members after a massive stadium show. you were sitting right next to karina, laughing, reading comments, and unwinding together after hours of intense choreography.
what the fans didn’t know and what the camera couldn’t see was what karina was doing beneath the thick layers of the heavy blanket.
her hand had slipped under the covers twenty minutes ago. at first, it was just her fingers lightly trailing over your knee while she answered a fan’s question about the setlist. but as the live stream went on, her touch became bolder, heavier, and completely shameless.
now, her warm hand slid high between your thighs. you could feel the heat of her palm through your loose shorts, but that wasn’t enough for her anymore. with a slow, deliberate movement under the fold of the duvet, karina hooked her fingers into the waistband of your shorts and slid her bare hand straight inside, pushing your silk underwear aside.
the moment her bare, warm fingers brushed directly against your dripping pussy, an electric jolt ran straight up your spine.
you kept your face perfectly still, maintaining your polished idol smile for the camera, but under the blanket, you parted your knees just a fraction of an inch, pressing yourself harder into her touch. you loved every second of it—the sheer danger, the thrill of having your member slide her bare hand deep into your wet pussy while millions of your shared fans watched her glowing face, completely oblivious.
karina felt how drenched you were for her, and a soft breath hitched in her throat. her eyes darkened, her fingers sliding slick and deep into your heat right under the covers, her thumb pressing firm, rhythmic circles against your swollen clit.
“yeah, the encore was really special tonight,” karina said to the camera, her voice smooth on the surface, but her tone was dropping, becoming thick and raspy at the edges. “we worked really hard on the new arrangement...”
she was struggling. her chest was rising and falling a little too fast, her dark eyes staring at the scrolling chat, but her entire focus was locked onto the slick friction under her hand. every time your pulse fluttered against her fingertips, her own hips twitched under the covers, her core throbbing at how utterly turned on she was making herself.
she worked her fingers deeper, slicking herself with your wetness, her thumb relentless until your toes curled under the sheets.
a quiet, sharp intake of air caught in your throat. you quickly covered it with a light chuckle, leaning forward slightly to adjust your hair to hide the flush creeping up your neck.
karina looked sideways at you for a split second. her eyes were glassy, dark, and heavy with pure need. her mouth parted, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip as her fingers stroked you faster, slick and deep, right there on camera.
she tried to read another comment out loud. “someone asked if... if we’re going to go live again tomorrow…”
she stopped mid-sentence. her breath hitched hard, a low, needy hum threatening to escape her throat as her fingers sank all the way into your dripping warmth. her mind went completely blank. she couldn’t play the composed leader anymore. she couldn’t read the chat. she was completely overwhelmed by how bad she wanted you, her own body practically vibrating with heat.
without another word, karina reached out, her hand slamming the laptop lid down, pushing the bed tray unceremoniously to the foot of the bed.
before you could even draw a full breath, she whipped the duvet back and threw herself over you, pinning you down into the plush hotel mattress. her face was flushed dark red, her eyes glassy and wild as she grabbed your jaw, pulling you up into a deep, desperate kiss.
it was messy. she tasted like the sweet lip gloss she wore on camera and the pure, frantic heat that had been consuming her for the last half hour. her tongue tangled with yours in a dark, demanding rhythm, her hips grinding hard down against yours through her clothes, a low, needy moan escaping straight into your mouth.
“i couldn’t wait anymore,” she rasped, breaking the kiss just an inch to press her forehead against yours, her breath hot against your swollen lips.
without giving you a second to reply, her hands moved fast, gripping the elastic of your shorts and silk underwear together. she tugged them down your thighs in one swift, impatient motion, throwing them off the edge of the bed. then she yanked your oversized shirt up over your head, leaving you completely exposed under the dim, warm light of the hotel room.
she slid down between your parted legs, her dark hair spilling over your bare thighs. the moment her face hovered over your exposed center, the rich, slick scent of your arousal hit her, and karina let out a small, helpless whimpering sound.
“look at what you did to me,” she whispered darkly, looking up at you from between your knees, her fingers sliding two slick digits straight back inside your tight, dripping heat.
“oohh, jimin—” you gasped out loud, your fingers clutching violently at the bedsheets as she began thrusting her fingers deep and fast, using your own wetness to slick you up.
she didn’t stop there. karina buried her face directly into your core, her warm tongue making broad, wet laps right over your hyper-sensitive clit. at the same time, her free hand reached all the way up your body, her warm palm cupping your soft, bare breast. she squeezed it firmly, her thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling your sensitive nipple in time with her rapid, rhythmic licking.
the double sensation hit you like a wave of pure electricity. you arched your back high off the mattress, a loud, breathless moan tearing from your throat. karina ate you beautifully, her tongue working in fast, sensual circles while her hand kneaded your breast, worshiping your body with a desperate kind of reverence.
“fuck, feels so good, jimin!” you cried out, completely unable to keep quiet as she devoured you, the wet sounds of her mouth filling the quiet hotel room.
she pulled back just slightly, panting, her lips glistening with your wetness. her eyes were dark, burning with a heavy, unspoken demand. her own clothes were soaked through from how hard she had been grinding her hips against the mattress earlier.
“my turn,” you rasped, your hands reaching out to grab her waist.
you pulled her up, maneuvering her body until she turned around. you reached up and slid her tight shorts and damp panties down her long legs, tossing them aside. she straddled over you, perfectly aligning her dripping pussy right above your mouth, while your own slick heat hovered just above her lips.
the 69 position left both of you completely bare and exposed to each other. karina’s golden thighs framed your face, trembling slightly with anticipation, while you parted your own legs wide above her.
without a word, karina leaned down and buried her face back into your wetness, her tongue immediately finding your clit again, while you reached up to hold her heavy, swaying hips.
you arched your neck up and drove your tongue deep into her drenched, throbbing folds. the taste of her was intoxicating. you lapped at her clit, sucking the swollen nub into your mouth, making her hips jerk violently above you. her moans were muffled directly against your thighs, her breath hot and frantic against your skin.
the sensuality of it was overwhelming. you didn’t just stay on her clit. you traced your tongue lower, dragging the wetness down along her perineum until you found her tight, sensitive hole. you pressed your wet tongue directly against it, swirling the tip over the sensitive skin before pressing deeper, tonguing the tight ring in a slow, agonizingly filthy rhythm.
“oh, fuck, baby!” karina completely lost her mind. her body arched like a bowstring above you, her fingers gripping your thighs tight enough to leave bruises as she felt your tongue sliding slick and deep against her hole. the sensation was completely destroying her.
in retaliation, her hands reached up again, blindly finding your tits, squeezing and teasing your nipples while her own tongue mimicked your filthy rhythm, sliding down to rim your sensitive hole with wet, broad strokes, tasting every inch of you.
the room was filled with the heavy, wet sounds of both of you consuming each other, lost in a shameless, chaotic haze of pure pleasure. you were tonguing her deep, drinking her in while she worked her mouth desperately over your most sensitive spots.
“i’m gonna, oh, god!—i’m coming—" she choked out against your wet skin, her entire body shuddering uncontrollably as a massive, violent orgasm tore through her.
you didn’t stop. you kept rimming her, licking her straight through her peak, swallowing her sweet, hot fluids as her core spasmed beautifully against your mouth. the intensity of her climax pushed you right over the edge. you exploded into a second, wracking orgasm right against her face, your own body convulsing wildly as she drank you down.
both of your bodies trembled together in a tangled mess of slick skin, breathless whimpers, and heavy, shallow gasps.
finally, karina collapsed sideways onto the mattress beside you, completely spent, her chest heaving wildly as she pulled you into her arms. she panted into the dark room, tangling her sticky fingers with yours, her lips wet and swollen from kissing you.
then, a faint buzzing sound cut through the heavy silence of the room.
you both froze.
karina slowly turned her head toward the foot of the bed. the bed tray was sitting tilted against the wooden tray, the sudden push from her hand earlier hadn’t closed the laptop lid all the way. the screen was still glowing faintly in the dark room.
the stream had never disconnected.
the chat wasn't just scrolling; it was exploding at an impossible, lagging speed, tens of thousands of comments flying past in a blurred frenzy.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING”
“THIS IS SO HOT OMG”
“CAN I JOIN PLEASE”
“THEY FORGOT TO TURN OFF THE MIC”
“THEY ARE LITERALLY IN 69 ON LIVE STREAM I AM SCREAMING”
“I CAN HEAR EVERYTHING THIS IS CRAZY”
the microphone on the side of the laptop was still lit up green, picking up every ragged breath, every wet lick, every soft slap of skin, and every loud, shattered moan you both had just let out into the room.
then, karina turned her head back to look at you.
the sheer panic in her eyes slowly dissolved, replaced by something far darker, heavy with a thrilling, completely unhinged heat. a quiet, breathless chuckle escaped her lips.
she didn’t reach for the bed tray. she didn’t try to shut the laptop.
instead, karina shifted her weight, sliding back down over your lap until her drenched pussy pressed flush against yours. she grabbed your jaw with her wet, sticky fingers, tilting your head up until your swollen lips were just a breath apart.
“too late now,” she whispered into your mouth.
she rolled her hips down hard against yours, using your shared wetness to grind her swollen clit straight into yours. a loud, shattered moan broke from your throat, echoing loud and clear through the quiet room and directly into the live microphone.
karina smiled against your lips, her dark eyes flashing with absolute ruin as she captured your mouth in a deep, filthy kiss, completely past the point of caring.
“WAIT THEY’RE NOT STOPPING???!”
“SHE JUST SAID TOO LATE NOW I’M LOSING MY MIND”
“THE SLAPPING SOUNDS ARE GETTING LOUDER”
“SOMEONE RECORD THIS BEFORE SM TAKES IT DOWN”
“I CAN’T BREATHE ARE THEY SERIOUSLY CONTINUING????”
“THIS IS HISTORIC I AM SCREAMINGGGGG”
ignoring the chaos unfolding on screen, karina buried her face in the crook of your neck, licking and biting the sensitive skin right over your pulse point while rolling her hips in relentless, heavy circles against your core.
you arched your back high off the sheets, throwing your head back and letting out a loud moan that tore right through the microphone—broadcast live to every single fan still watching.
karina swore she would never get involved with a fan, but as certain groupie has her rethinking the rule
content: fem!reader, groupie!reader, drummer!karina power imbalance, suggestive, one night stands, guys please don't get in a car and then hook up with someone you don't know this is just fiction, suspend your belief for a sec, implied off page threesome mentioned (not with karina or reader though), karina is a lover girl, light cursing, this is set in the '90s/early '00s in my heart, like two uses of y/n, inexperienced!karina x experienced!reader, car....activities, shy!karina, she's so babygirl word count: 2.2k note: i imagine their style of music as more along the lines of can't help myself (hence the song title) and rock bands!!
it's seven pm, a few hours before they're set to go on stage, when giselle and ningning finally stumble into the practice room, their whole energy radiating hungover.
"you guys are unbelievable," karina scoffs, glancing up from where she's setting up giselle's bass guitar. "where have you been?"
"please, jimin, we know where they've been," winter remarks. she's sat with her back against the wall, resting her notebook against her knees as she writes lyrics she won't share with the rest of the group.
karina can admit that it's been nice to just sit and talk with winter, occasionally going to her drums to brush up on her already perfect skills or listening to her bandmate play a riff, but the other girls should've been there too, not off hooking up with lord knows who. "practice started hours ago."
"it was a wild night, what can i say?" giselle shrugs, taking her bass off karina and slinging the strap on. she looks slightly apologetic, but if given the option, she'd probably do it again.
"please don't tell me you were with one of our rival bands," karina near begs. the paparazzi love to sink their teeth into ningning and giselle's late night escapes, the duo often being photographed sneaking out of hotels with satisfied smiles or messing around before the show. if rumours got out they were fraternising with the enemy....
"no, we were with fans," ningning supplies. she takes her time getting to her keyboard, already knowing her skills are perfect.
karina sighs, "that's worse. you do realise that's worse, right?"
"what is it with you and fans, anyways? you have thousands of beautiful women ready to do whatever you please and you just......miserably go to bed?"
"i'm not miserable," karina weakly protests. ningning isn't wrong, though. once she exits the stage, all the energy leaves her body and she's left feeling empty. groupies outside the arena practically beg for her, yet karina always walks past them, returning to her hotel to do nothing but toss and turn with need in bed. "you guys know i have a rule against being with fans. it's too complicated."
winter is rather content to stay out it, keeping her eyes down so they don't rope her into the conversation. giselle notices but doesn't say anything, instead asking, "complicated how? just use protection and you'll be fine."
"getting into a relationship with one of our fans? that's crazy. how are we supposed to manage our schedule and the power imbalance and—"
ningning fails to repress her laughter, cutting karina off. at least now they've gotten to the root of the problem. sweet karina, always thinking about commitment first.
"we're not talking about starting a relationship with these girls, jimin, we're talking about a one night stand. ever heard of those?"
oh.
karina can't help but instantly think of you, her favourite groupie. you've never directly made a proposition, but you've given subtle hints that you're down for something more: a wink from the crowd, a lingering touch when getting her signature. hell, just the way you look at her is confirmation enough.
she always thought your something more meant a relationship, a thing she was sure to fuck up. but maybe you were looking for a one night, no strings attached kinda thing? karina can do that.
sure, she's never separated feelings from sex before, and sure, she has a tendency to get attached, but she can do this. one time to get it out of her system, that's all. then she'll be able to go to sleep without playing the way you bite your lip at her on repeat, pressing her thighs together and wishing she had her bandmates nonchalance.
karina realises she must've made a face because all eyes are trained directly on her, even winter's, who's abandoned her writing to assess karina with an unreadable look.
"oh my god, you have someone in mind," ningning says. it's not a question.
"our karina, all grown up," giselle teases. she honestly thought she'd never see the day, but here karina is, explicit thoughts clearly written all over her face.
"shut up, we have to perform in three hours," karina deflects. it's torture that she has to wait so long before she can see your face. she needs the time to pass as quick as possible, and there's no way that's happening with her members pestering her about you. "get practicing."
like always, the crowd is electric. fans push up against the barricade, arms held out like a brush from one of the girls fingertips will make their whole year. karina winces at the flash of the paparazzi's cameras, grateful her sunglasses shield her from the worst of it.
it's all so disorienting. the four of them left the venue just moments ago and fans are already enclosing in on every side. some of them have even been camping out since this morning, skipping the show just to be first in line to see them when they come out.
karina can admit she was distracted throughout the performance. everyone played well, and no one missed a beat, but her mind wandered as she performed. all she could think about was you and what ningning said.
could you really have a one night stand? how would that even work? does she just come up to you and ask? she hates the fact that it's so clear she's never done this before.
you probably have a lot of experience under your belt. not that she'd have any way of knowing, but still. she'll ask you what to do and you'll laugh in her face, she's sure of it.
she suddenly regrets not asking her bandmates for advice. all of them seem so good with women, and then there's her, who becomes a fumbling mess the second she's face to face with someone pretty.
"are you okay?" the question snaps her out of it, asked by a concerned looking fan whose album she was signing. half way through, her thoughts must've taken over, because her pen stilled on the paper, ink bleeding through to the other side. she bets it'll sell for hundreds.
"yeah, sorry," she apologises, shaking her head and moving on to the next fan without even looking up. god, she needs to get a grip.
"you gonna stain my album too?"
karina's head snaps up immediately. in the grand scheme of things, she's only heard it a couple of times, but she'd recognise your voice anywhere.
you look back at her with amusement. she's so flustered, it's cute. "no but seriously, you good?"
"can we talk?" she blurts out.
people are screaming so loudly you have to strain to hear what she's saying, some fans shouting praises and others complaining she's taking too long to get to them. a lot of them even reach out to grab her, to which her bodyguard has to fend off. "here?"
she shakes her head, clearly thinking what you were, "no, not here. just— hop over the barricade?"
she expects you to act surprised, but you barely even blink, jumping over and landing on your feet with an ease that makes karina think you've done this before. do other musicians regularly ask you to jump the crowd and come to their hotels? the thought makes her more jealous than it should.
she says her apologies to the other waiting, now disappointed fans and takes your wrist, enclosing it in her clammy palms and leading you to the black car waiting for the group. she knows the tabloids are gonna be all over this in the morning.
you both climb into the sleek back seats. the driver does a double take at the sight of karina, of all people, with a girl, but other than that she minds her business. that's what they pay her for.
"do you regularly get into the cars of strangers?" karina asks. she's trying to be flirtatious, but it comes off as more of a serious question than anything else.
"i don't know, are you a stranger?" karina, an extremely famous celebrity, just told you she needed to talk and then practically dragged you to her car, and yet you're confidently flirting with her. she could be trying to kidnap you for all you know. "what did you wanna talk about?"
right, the whole reason karina brought you here in the first place. "do you...like me?"
"you're gonna have to be more specific than that."
"do you wanna sleep with me? cause i wanna sleep with you, but i don't know how people do this. i just ask and then we...? but obviously you can say no! i've just been getting all these signs that you might like me back? and i've been so nervous to make a move because of what that would mean, but then yizhuo said it's not like we had to get married or anything and we could just hookup. if you're down that is? fuck, that all came out wrong, i—"
fucking finally.
you would've stopped sending karina signals months ago if you didn't think she was into it, but she got flustered every time she saw you at shows and always looked at you like she was trying not to undress you with her eyes. she wanted you as badly as you want her, she was just too nervous to do anything about it. until now.
"karina, i've never been more fucking down in my life. i've been down since the day i came to your first show, but i heard you don't mess with fans, and you never made any moves so i didn't want to pressure you. otherwise, we would've been doing this a long time ago."
"oh thank god," she lets out a sigh of relief, sinking back into her seat. when she thinks about it, the roles really ought to be reversed. she's the world famous rockstar, so she's supposed to be the confident one here, and instead she's resting the urge to hide away in embarrassment while you look completely content, if not even amused.
"sorry, i don't do this much — ever, actually — so i'm not..." she trails off, avoiding eye contact like her life depends on it.
"hey," you cup her face in your hands, voice taking on a more gentle tone. she relaxes into your touch. "we'll go at your pace, okay? we can stop at any time. and there's no strings attached, so there's no pressure."
no strings, she nods and tells herself she can do that. how hard can it be?
taking the movement as confirmation, you slowly shift so you're on top of karina, knees bracketing her thighs. she gasps when her back hits the base of the seat. "just relax and let me do the work, hm?"
you start pressing kisses against her jawline, working your way down to the base of her neck and collarbones. one of her hands finds its way to your back, nails digging into the soft material of your shirt as you pull on hers.
"ma'am?" karina can barely form words, but she gets ahold of herself enough to turn her head to call the driver who's suddenly gotten very interested in reading the information on the back of her food packet and call out, "you can start driving now. back to the hotel, please."
usually, the four girls travel together, but tonight it's just her. before the show, winter said she had plans and had her own ride, while giselle and ningning seemed to be setting up an impromptu interview with a journalist and waved at her to go ahead. seeing you with her, they probably had an idea of what was about to go down and decided better of it.
"and roll up the partition too," she breathlessly adds.
karina wakes up to the sunrise creeping in through the window, having forgotten to close the curtains last night. her body aches as she stretches her arms, but at the same time, she feels more refreshed than she has in months.
she rolls over in bed, almost slipping back into sleep. except, just before she can close her eyes, she notices a crumpled up receipt on her pillow. scribbled on the back of it, reads:
took you long enough ;)
- y/n
the night comes back to her in a blur: you and her, slow and tender in the car. then, once she'd picked up the pace, a bit more intense in the hotel bed, followed by the floor, up against the wall, the shower, then back in bed, then—
karina re-reads your note, talking in every stroke of your handwriting, and smiles. she imagines you padding over to her side of the bed, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt of her band, and trying to find a pen without waking her up. she wonders if you would've paused your writing to admire her sleeping, watching the soft rise and fall of her chest as she peacefully dreamed — about what, she can't remember anymore. maybe you hesitated before slipping out the door.
fuck, she's in too deep. as much as she's trying not to get too attached, her heart has already latched on. something tells her this won't be a one time thing.
something won't let it be.
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note: if you're wondering if something's going on with winter....you'll just have to wait for her part ;) and ningselle's....but shh i didn't tell you that. and please don't ask me how their position in the car works....baby idk either (●‿●)
content: femme!reader, boyfriend!aeri, headcannons, giselle referred to as aeri, for context this is wlw and both of you are girls, she's just called your bf, and is more masc leaning in this, brief mention of scratching/marking (it was bound to happen), acts of service final boss, fluff, little suggestive at some points, light cursing, one mention of sigils (as a tattoo) word count: 1.1k note: she's like if boyfriend was a girl
★ boyfriend!aeri who loves it when you sit on her lap
★ boyfriend!aeri who always puts her hand in your back pocket
★ boyfriend!aeri who has tattoos
the first one she get was the stick and poke tattoo of a smiley face on her ankle, faded with time, done by her friend one drunken high school night. "i guess it just inspired my love for tattoos, and now i have so many."
she pulls up her sleeve to reveal some sigils tattooed on her arm, then takes off her shirt and adjusts her bra to show off the double venus symbol in small ink at her cleavage.
there's more littered all over her body, but she spins around to show you her favourite, the angel wings on her back and her tramp stamp.
"fucking hell, aeri," you breathe out.
she looks back at you over her shoulder, a smug grin on her face that you suddenly wanna wipe off with a kiss. "so, you like them?"
"like doesn't even begin to cover it."
★ boyfriend!aeri who pretends not to notice the way you steal all her hoodies
★ boyfriend!aeri who's obsessed with you scratching her back
★ boyfriend!aeri who loves it when you pull her in by her belt loops
★ boyfriend!aeri who's a huge gamer
★ boyfriend!aeri who always carries spare sneakers in her bag when you go out because she knows your feet will start hurting in your heels
★ boyfriend!aeri who melts when you call her more masculine things
aeri isn't even doing anything, just sitting on the couch watching television, but you're looking at her like you want to devour her. she notices out of the corner of her eye and gives you a questioning look, "what's up?"
"nothing, you just look so handsome like this," you muse. and you're right. with her graphic tee and boxer waistband peeking out of her jeans, she looks irresistible
by now, her gaze has completely strayed from the movie and onto you, matching the way you've been looking at her for the past twenty minutes, "yeah?"
"when have i ever lied to you?"
★ boyfriend!aeri who loves painting her nails with you
aeri likes to keep her nails short, for comfort and... ulterior motives, but she loves the way your long ones scrape down her back, and therefore loves helping you choose which ones you'll mark her with. "you should do that style you were telling me about."
"the red bottoms?" you ask.
you'd show her a few pics after they came up on your feed — people with a shiny coat of black polish on the top of their nails, then, on the underside, a sleek red to match louboutins —but you lacked the confidence to try them yourself. since you do your own instead of going to the salon — though aeri has offered to pay if you ever want to go but you confessed you prefer doing them at home — you have no idea how they're going to turn out.
she nods, "yeah, those."
you eye your nails with a little anxiety, "i've never done them before, what if it's bad."
"i've seen your nail art, baby, nothing you make is ever gonna look bad," she assures you. she grabs your acrylics and a few other items, having done this with you enough times to know what you need. "plus, if you paint mine black with some red details, we'll match."
★ boyfriend!aeri who always holds the door open for you
★ boyfriend!aeri who loves showering together (to save water guys...to save water)
★ boyfriend!aeri who loves to playfight
you're not even sure how it started. something about you playing an embarrassing old video of her, you think, but with aeri on top of you, the memories are nothing but a blur, your phone discarded somewhere on your floor.
when she heard the first second of the clip playing, aeri immediately darted for your phone, to which you playfully shoved her back. she reached for the device, laughing, and you threw it across the room, grateful you brought a new case.
just when you thought you won, aeri flipped you over, pinning your wrists above your head. she rested her hips against yours, gently as not to hurt you, her thighs squeezing yours so you couldn't move. suddenly, nothing was funny anymore.
"you good?" she checked on you, still not moving from her position. not that you minded.
"yeah..." you mumbled, a little breathless. if she just moved her hips and— "jesus, aeri. you're gonna be the death of me."
★ boyfriend!aeri who has an eyebrow slit
★ boyfriend!aeri who loves hugging you from behind
★ boyfriend!aeri who finally lets you put makeup on her
"fine, i'll let you do my eyeliner" aeri gives in. she was honestly down to try it the first time you asked, but wanted to see how long she could make you beg for. she leans back in her seat, arms crossed behind her head, a cocky grin on her face. "but only if you sit on my lap while doing it."
you swallow at the sight of her, so casually laid back with her legs spread wide for you to sit. "deal," you agree, grabbing your makeup bag and moving to straddle her lap.
she moves one arm and brings it around your waist, thumb stroking your lower back while you try steady your hands. an extremely difficult task with the way she's looking at you. "focus....."
"you're unbelievable," you scoff at her teasing, but your face barely conceals the grin you're trying to hold back.
★ boyfriend!aeri who regularly walks around in just a sports bra and sweats
★ boyfriend!aeri who would give you the whole world if you asked
the two of you are out shopping — though you're insisting you're just browsing and aeri, knowing better, already has her wallet out — when you see the dress through a store window.
its scandalous, tight in all the right places and shows enough skin to be considered sinful. you haven't even stepped into the store yet and you already know you need it.
"i'll buy it for you," aeri says, following your gaze. you didn't even have to ask.
"are you sure? it looks expensive..." you trail off. just by the window display, you can tell the store is fancy, with it's deep, rich colours and lighting, and guilt seeps in at how much aeri is about to spend for you.
"please, you know i'd buy you the whole world if it made you happy," she says. "besides, how can i complain when i'm the one who's gonna be taking it off you tonight?"
content warnings › clothed and naked humping, fingering, strap on
the air in the dressing room was thick, heavy with the lingering heat of the stage and the sharp, intoxicating scent of karina’s perfume. outside, the muffled rumble of thousands of fans slowly leaving the arena felt a million miles away.
you were standing by the vanity, pretending to review post-show logistics on your tablet, but your eyes hadn’t processed a single word in. behind you, karina was sitting on the plush leather couch, still in her tight, lace stage outfit.
she was completely undone.
she wasn’t just tired—she was consumed by a desperate, shameless heat that had been building all night. every time she had caught your eye from the stage, every time you had handed her water bottle between outfit changes, it had pushed her closer to the edge. now, locked in the dressing room, she couldn’t hold it back for another second.
“manager-nim…” she whined, her voice a low, raspy purr that went straight to your gut.
“karina, we have ten minutes before security clears the hallway,” you said, trying to desperately to keep your tone professional, keeping your back turned to her. “you need to change, so we can leave.”
a soft, impatient groan sounded from the couch, followed by the rustle of leather. before you could react, karina was right behind you. she wrapped her arms tightly around your waist from behind, her body flushed hot against your back.
“i don’t care about the schedule,” she whispered frantically into your ear, biting softly at your earlobe before pressing her warm lips down at the side of your neck. “i’m so hot. i can’t breathe, i can’t think… i’ve been losing my mind watching you all night.”
you froze as her hands slid down your body, heavy and impatient, pulling your hips back against her. she was squirming, her body practically vibrating with need.
“karina, stop—”
“no, look at me. please,” she begged, her voice dropping into breathless, needy tone you had never heard from her before.
she grabbed your arm, dragging you toward the couch and pulling you down with her. before you could even adjust your seat, karina scrambled into your lap, straddling your thighs. her stage skirt was pushed up, her inner shorts tight against her skin, and her cheeks were flushed a deep, high crimson. her eyes were dark, glossy, completely liquid with raw desire.
she didn’t wait for your permission. karina grabbed your right hand, forcing your palm flat against her thigh, and immediately began to grind her hips down onto it.
“ah... god,” she gasped out loud, her back arching as she rolled her hips against your hand, seeking friction through the thin fabric of her shorts. “touch me. please, please touch me…”
the sudden, desperate weight of her grinding into your hand made your heart hammer violently against your ribs. she was already drenched, the heat radiating off her core so intense you could feel it right through her clothes.
“karina…” you rasped, trying to hold her hips still, but she was relentless, writhing against you with shameless speed, her lips parted as she panted right into your face.
“don’t stop me, don’t hold back,” she whimpered, her fingers knotting messily into your hair, forcing your head back so she could look deep into your eyes. “i’ve been thinking about this all day. every time i was on stage, all i wanted was your hand right here. i want you to ruin me. make me come right now, manager-nim... please.”
she began grinding harder, riding your thigh and your hand at the same time, her breath coming in short, choked hitches. she was so turned on she couldn’t keep her legs still, her thighs shaking against yours as she chased the friction.
“you’re so bad,” you growled softly, your grip on her hip tightening as you finally gave in, pressing your hand firmly up into her clothed pussy to meet her desperate rolling motion.
“nggh!” karina let out a loud, high-pitched whine, her eyes rolling back as she slammed her mouth over yours.
the kiss was messy, hungry, completely unpolished. she tasted like sweet lip gloss and pure, frantic heat, her tongue tangling with yours while her hips worked frantically against your palm. she was practically sobbing into the kiss, completely helpless to the sensory overload, her entire body trembling in your lap.
you reached down with your free hand, hooking your fingers into the edge of her underwear, pulling the wet silk to the side so your bare fingers could press directly against her slick, swollen heat. the moment skin touched skin, karina screamed softly against your lips, her body locking up in a sharp, desperate shock.
“fuck—” she choked out, breaking the kiss, her forehead dropping heavily onto your shoulder as she gasped for air. her hips didn’t slow down for a second, she kept grinding herself directly against your bare fingers, wet and completely slick, using you mercilessly for her own satisfaction. “right there! oh god, right there, don’t move your hand, just let me—”
she was shameless, completely stripped of her idol persona, reduced to a panting, trembling mess in her manager’s lap. she lifted her hips slightly and slammed back down onto your hand, grinding in fast, tight circles, completely chasing her own peak.
you didn’t just let her grind—you started curling two fingers deep up inside her, hitting her sweet spot with every upward thrust while your thumb rubbed her swollen nub.
a loud, shattered cry tore from her throat, her back arching so hard her chest buckled forward. her walls clamped down around your fingers in violent, intense pulses, her core drenching your hand as her orgasm hit her like a freight train.
“a-ah! manager-nim! haah... manager-nim!” she choked out, her voice breaking completely as she rode out the heavy, wracking waves of her climax right in your lap.
she kept grinding weakly against your hand even as she came, unable to stop the instinctive rolling of her hips until the intensity finally forced her to collapse forward against your chest. her heart was hammering wildly against her ribs, her body shaking from head to toe, covered in a light sheen of sweat.
you didn’t give her a second to catch her breath. while karina lay dazed on the leather couch, her chest still heaving in small, shallow hitches, you stepped away just long enough to reach into your duffel bag tucked under the vanity table. the sharp snap of the strap on breaking out of its bag made her eyelids flutter open, her dark eyes tracking your movements with a sudden, wide-eyed jolt of heat.
“manager-nim…” she rasped, her voice completely shot, barely more than a scratchy whisper.
you didn’t answer. you stepped into the strap, pulling them tight around your hips and waist, adjusting the long, sleek shaft attached to the harness until it sat firm and steady. the dark silicone gleamed under the dim vanity lights.
karina swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her dry, bitten lips. her knees twitched together instinctively, but her eyes never left you. she was trembling, terrified and hopelessly turned on all over again.
you walked over to the couch, gripped her bare wrists, and yanked her up to her feet.
“up,” you commanded softly against her ear. “against the wall.”
karina whimpered, but her body obeyed before her mind could even process it. she let you guide her across the room until her front was pressed flat against the cool, dark wood paneling of the dressing room wall. her forehead rested against the smooth surface, her back arched naturally, her hands pressing flat against the wall on either side of her head to support herself.
you stepped right up behind her, your chest flushing flat against her back. you were so close she could feel the heavy, steady thud of your heart beating against her spine.
you reached around her waist, your large, warm hands cupping her breasts over the pushed-down fabric of her lace stage top. you squeezed them firmly, lifting her slightly, feeling how heavy and soft she was in your palms.
“you wanted me to ruin you, jimin,” you whispered into her ear, biting softly down on her earlobe. “so stand still and take it.”
without another second of warning, you lined up the tip of the strap against her slick, swollen pussy. she was so wet from the last orgasm that the synthetic head slid right into her tight warmth with sickening ease. you thrust forward in one hard, deep motion, driving the shaft all the way in until the base slammed against her rear.
“oh, god!”
karina screamed out loud, her back snapping into a sharp, violent arch. her fingers clawed helplessly at the wood paneling, leaving faint marks as her internal muscles clamped down hard around the thick cock inside her.
“shh,” you growled, keeping your arms locked around her waist, pulling her hips back tight against yours so she couldn’t escape a single inch of it. “quiet.”
you didn’t wait for her to adjust. you pulled back nearly all the way out before slamming back in, starting a hard, relentless rhythm that shook her entire frame.
every time your hips collided with her rear, the impact rippled right through her body. with every deep, merciless thrust, her heavy, soft breasts bounced frantically in your hands, spilling over the top of her torn outfit with every thrust.
“fuck—manager-nim! manager-nim!” karina sobbed out, her head rolling back onto your shoulder as she tried to keep her balance. the sight of her in the wall mirror—her face completely flushed crimson.
you looked directly at her reflection in the mirror, watching her tits bounce and shake as you picked up the speed, pounding into her with relentless, terrifying force.
“look at yourself,” you growled low, your thumbs brushing roughly over her sensitive, erect nipples while her chest bounced against your palms. “look at how bad you are for me.”
“i’m bad—i’m so bad—” she whimpered frantically, her thighs shaking so violently she could barely keep herself standing. her body was completely slick, the loud, wet sounds of the strap driving into her filling the tiny, locked room. “it’s too deep... it’s hitting—ooh!—right there!”
you found the sweet spot inside her and started focusing entirely on it, angled up, pulling back and slamming in hard, making her chest bounce aggressively against your hands with every single thrust.
karina completely lost it. her entire body went rigid, her fingers slipping off the wall as her head threw back against your chest, her throat open as a shattered, desperate scream tore out of her. her walls clamped down around your cock in violent, crushing waves, her body convulsing wildly as a third, overwhelming orgasm crashed over her, making her core spill all over your cock between her legs.
you pulled out slowly, the slick sound echoing softly in the warm, heavy room.
you unbuckled the strap, letting it drop to the floor before scooping karina up into your arms. she let out a soft, breathy gasp as you lifted her, her arms instinctively wrapping tight around your neck, her face burying into the side of your throat. her skin was still burning hot, damp with sweat, her pulse hammering wildly against your collarbone.
you carried her over to the leather couch, sitting down first and pulling her directly into your lap.
she curled into you completely, her legs draped over your thighs, her forehead resting right under your jaw. you wrapped your arms securely around her waist, pulling her flush against your chest so she could feel every steady beat of your heart.
your hand slid up to cup the back of her head, your fingers threading through her dark, tangled hair, holding her close. you leaned down, pressing a lingering, quiet kiss into her hair, then down to her temple, taking in the scent of her perfume and warm skin.
karina let out a long, shuddering sigh, her fingers clutching tightly at the fabric of your dress shirt.
“you’re so good to me,” she whispered, her voice low, raspy, and thick with heat.
“i love taking care of you,” you murmured, your thumb gently stroking the smooth skin of her bare waist.
she let out a soft, breathy chuckle against your neck, her lips brushing your skin as she shifted, pressing her hips deeper into your lap. the friction sent a subtle spark right back through both of you, making her breath hitch. she tilted her head up, her dark eyes looking right into yours—heavy, glassy, and completely filled with a dark, intoxicating heat.
then, three sharp knocks shattered the heavy quiet.
“jimin-ah? manager-nim?”
giselle’s bright, cheerful voice called out from the hallway. “security cleared the floor! the van is waiting downstairs, we gotta go.”
You were scrolling through your phone on the couch when the video popped up.
It was everywhere — trending on every platform. Karina, your girlfriend of almost two years, had posted a new behind-the-scenes clip from aespa’s latest photoshoot. She was wearing those tiny black shorts that barely covered anything, and the camera angle was sinful. The video focused on her long, toned legs as she moved, the way her thighs flexed and jiggled slightly with every step. The comments were flooded with thirst.
You bit your lip hard, staring at the screen. Heat pooled low in your stomach. You had seen Karina’s thighs countless times — wrapped around your head, squeezing your waist, trembling under your touch — but seeing them like this, viral and exposed to the world, did something dangerous to you.
“Karina’s thighs could kill me and I’d thank her.”
“Those legs are illegal.”
“I need to be crushed by them immediately.”
The front door clicked open.
“I’m home!” Karina called out, voice tired but bright.
You didn’t answer right away. You were still staring at the paused video, her thighs frozen on your screen.
Karina walked into the living room, still in her practice clothes — oversized hoodie and those damn shorts. She noticed your expression immediately.
“Babe?” She tilted her head, a small smirk forming. “What’s got you so focused?”
You looked up at her, eyes dark. You bit your lip again without thinking.
Karina’s smirk grew. She set her bag down and walked over, standing between your legs. “Is it the video?”
You nodded slowly, voice low. “Your thighs look… fuck, Karina. I can’t stop staring.”
She laughed softly, but there was a flush creeping up her neck. She climbed onto your lap, straddling you, her thick thighs pressing against your sides.
“You like them that much?” she teased, rolling her hips once.
You groaned, hands immediately grabbing her thighs, squeezing the soft, firm flesh. “I need them. Right now.”
Karina’s eyes darkened. She leaned down and kissed you slowly, teasingly. “Then take them, baby.”
You didn’t need to be told twice.
You flipped her onto her back on the couch, kissing her hard and deep. Your hands roamed up her thighs, gripping and kneading them like you were obsessed. Karina moaned into your mouth, legs wrapping around your waist.
But you had something else in mind.
You pulled back, breathing heavily. “I want you to sit on my face.”
Karina’s eyes widened slightly, then filled with heat. “Yeah?”
“Please,” you whispered, already sliding down the couch. “I want to drown in you.”
She bit her lip, clearly turned on by how desperate you sounded. She stood up and stripped off her shorts and panties, leaving just the oversized hoodie on. You laid down fully on the couch, looking up at her with hungry eyes.
Karina climbed over you, hovering above your face. She looked down at you, cheeks flushed. “You sure?”
You nodded eagerly, hands gripping her thick thighs. “Sit, baby. Please.”
She lowered herself slowly.
The moment her wet pussy made contact with your mouth, you moaned loudly. You were instantly addicted. Your tongue licked a long stripe up her folds, tasting her. Karina gasped, hands gripping the back of the couch for balance.
“Fuck… your mouth feels so good,” she whimpered.
You didn’t hold back. You devoured her like a woman starved. Your tongue circled her clit, then pushed inside her, fucking her with it. You sucked on her folds, licked every inch you could reach. Your hands gripped her thighs tightly, pulling her down harder onto your face.
Karina started grinding against you, riding your tongue. “Oh my god… yes, just like that—”
You were completely pussy drunk.
Your world narrowed down to her taste, her scent, the weight of her thighs squeezing your head. You moaned loudly into her, the vibrations making her shake. You sucked harder on her clit, tongue flicking fast.
Karina’s moans grew louder, breathier. “Baby— fuck, you’re so good at this. Eating my pussy like you can’t live without it.”
You couldn’t.
You were drowning happily between her thighs, tongue working faster, nose bumping her clit with every movement. Your hands squeezed her ass, encouraging her to ride your face harder.
She did.
Karina started bouncing slightly, grinding down with more force. Her thighs trembled around your head. You could barely breathe, but you didn’t care. You wanted her to smother you.
“I’m gonna cum—” she gasped, hips moving faster.
You sucked her clit hard and pushed your tongue deep inside her.
Karina came with a loud cry, thighs clamping around your head as she shook. You kept licking her through it, drinking every drop, completely lost in her.
Even after she came, you didn’t stop. You were too drunk on her. Your tongue kept moving, slower but still hungry, cleaning her up and building her toward another orgasm.
“Baby— oh fuck, you’re really pussy drunk tonight, huh?” Karina laughed breathlessly, but her voice broke into a moan as you sucked on her clit again.
She came a second time, harder, hips jerking against your face.
Only then did you finally ease up, kissing her thighs softly, leaving little marks on the soft flesh you loved so much.
Karina climbed off, legs shaking, and collapsed beside you. She pulled you into a deep kiss, tasting herself on your tongue.
“You’re so obsessed with my thighs,” she murmured against your lips, amused and turned on.
You buried your face in her neck, still breathing hard. “Can’t help it. Especially after that video.”
She laughed softly and pulled you closer. “Good. Because they’re all yours.”
You spent the rest of the night between her legs — licking, sucking, and worshipping her until she was a trembling, oversensitive mess.
You were completely, happily pussy drunk, and Karina loved every second of it.
sypnosis: while hanging out with your best friends ningning and giselle, your crush suddenly asks to hang out. when you try to leave them behind for the night, the two get unexpectedly jealous and upset, leading to something else.
pairing: dom!giselle x sub!fem!reader x dom!ningning
“you grabbed your phone way too fast for it to be nobody,” giselle said.
you looked down at the message and instantly felt your face warm a little.
your crush: wanna hang out tonight?
ningning noticed your expression immediately. “oh my god.”
“what?” you said too quickly.
giselle sat up straighter. “why are you smiling like that?”
“i’m literally not.”
“yes you are,” both of them said.
you tried ignoring them while typing back, but then another message popped up.
your crush: i can come pick you up rn
“wait,” giselle said slowly. “you’re leaving?”
you glanced up. “maybe for a little.”
ningning stared at you like you’d personally betrayed her. “are you serious?”
“what? it’s just hanging out.”
“with your crush,” giselle added.
you shrugged, trying to play it cool. “yeah?”
the room got weirdly quiet after that.
ningning tossed herself back dramatically against the couch. “wow.”
“don’t do that,” you laughed.
“do what? be hurt because our best friend is ditching us?”
“i’m not ditching you.”
“you literally are,” giselle said. “you’ve been here all day and the second they text you, suddenly you wanna leave.”
“you guys are so dramatic.”
“and you’re fake,” ningning mumbled.
you snorted. “fake is crazy.”
giselle crossed her arms. “we were supposed to watch movies all night.”
“we watched like three already.”
“that’s not the point.”
you looked between the two of them, realizing they were genuinely annoyed.
“…wait,” you said slowly. “are you guys jealous?”
“no,” they both answered immediately.
you started laughing. “oh my god, you are.”
giselle rolled her eyes hard. “don’t make it weird.”
“you’re literally mad because i’m hanging out with someone else.”
“because you were gonna leave us here alone,” ningning argued.
“for another girl,” giselle added again, sounding even more annoyed now.
you stood up from the couch, grabbing your hoodie. “okay but they’re outside already, so—”
before you could finish, giselle grabbed your wrist.
“seriously?” she said.
you blinked down at her. “what?”
“you’re really choosing them over us?”
ningning got up too now, standing way closer than before. “after we planned this whole night?”
“guys, it’s not that serious—”
“it is to us,” giselle cut in quietly.
that shut you up for a second.
the room suddenly felt smaller. quieter too.
ningning looked at you for a long second before speaking. “you really don’t get it?”
“get what?”
neither of them answered right away.
giselle was still holding your wrist, and ningning was standing so close you could feel the warmth coming off her.
then your phone buzzed again in your hand, breaking the silence.
your crush: send me the addy
ningning glanced at the screen and scoffed softly. “wow.”
you opened your mouth to say something, but giselle stepped into your space, her eyes dark and fixed right on you. "put the phone away."
your fingers went slack, the device slipping from your grip and thumping onto the couch cushions. you didn't even look down to see where it landed.
"did you really think we'd let you leave?" ningning asked, her voice dropping lower, sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold room.
"i..." you started, but your voice cracked. the air felt thick, heavy with something you hadn't dared to name until right this second.
giselle reached out, tilting your chin up so you had to look at her. "you've been such a brat all day. distracting yourself because you're too scared to admit what you actually want."
your face burned. "i'm not scared."
"lying," ningning sing-songed, but there was no playfulness in it. she stepped up behind giselle, crowding you until your back hit the wall. "it’s pathetic, honestly. finding some random person when you could have us."
"have you?" you whispered, the words barely audible.
"obviously," giselle said. "why do you think we let you hang around so much? why do you think we steal your food? we wanted your attention."
ningning leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear. "and now we’re done asking for it nicely."
before you could process that, they were dragging you down the hallway. you stumbled over your own feet. they pushed you into giselle’s room and kicked the door shut.
"sit," giselle commanded, pointing at the chair in the corner.
you sat.
"hands behind the chair."
you hesitated for a split second, but the look in ningning’s eyes made you obey immediately. she grabbed something from the dresser—light pink ribbon—and before you knew it, your wrists were secured tight against the chair.
"is this too tight?" giselle asked, checking the knots.
"no," you breathed out. "it’s fine."
"good girl."
they stepped back, staring down at you with hungry eyes. ningning grabbed giselle by the waist and pulled her in, crashing their lips together in a messy, heated kiss. you felt your mouth go dry, your cunt throbbing instantly as you watched their tongues slide against each other.
ningning moaned loud, her hands sliding up under giselle’s shirt. "look at her, giselle. look at our puppy watching us."
giselle broke the kiss, panting, and turned her gaze to you. "you like watching, baby?"
"yes," you whispered. "mommy, please."
"please what?"
"please let me join. i want to touch you. i want to taste you."
ningning laughed darkly, walking over to you. she trailed a finger down your cheek. "not yet. you have to watch first. you have to see exactly what you gave up for that stupid text."
they went back to it, stripping each other's clothes off with impatient urgency. you squirmed in the chair, the ribbon digging into your wrists just enough to remind you that you were helpless. you watched giselle push ningning onto the bed, watched her bury her face between ningning's thighs.
ningning arched her back, crying out, her eyes rolling back. "oh fuck—giselle, yes!"
you whined, tugging uselessly at your restraints. your hips bucked into the air, desperate for any kind of friction. it was torture. the sweetest, hottest torture you could imagine.
"please," you begged again, tears pricking your eyes. "mommy, i’ll be good. i promise i’ll be good. untie me. please let me play."
giselle looked up from between ningning's legs, her chin shiny. she looked at you, really looked at you, and must have seen the absolute desperation in your eyes.
"you think you’ve learned your lesson?" she asked.
"yes. yes, i have."
"come here then," ningning panted, reaching out a hand.
giselle moved to untie you, the ribbon falling away. you rubbed your sore wrists, but you didn't have time to recover. they grabbed you, tossing you onto the middle of the bed.
"on your hands and knees," giselle ordered.
you scrambled to obey, presenting yourself to them.
"count," ningning said simply.
smack.
giselle’s hand came down hard on your ass. you gasped, the sting blooming into heat instantly.
"one," you choked out.
smack.
"two."
"good girl," giselle murmured, rubbing the spot she just hit. "keep counting."
by the time you reached ten, your ass was burning and you were dripping wet, soaking through your underwear. you were a mess, trembling, burying your face in the sheets.
"look at that," ningning said, sliding your panties down your legs. "so messy for us."
"please," you sobbed. "touch me. mommy, i need it."
"since you asked so nicely."
fingers slid through your folds, gathering your wetness before pushing inside. you cried out, clenching around them instantly. it was two fingers, maybe three, stretching you open perfectly.
"you're so tight," ningning groaned, curling her fingers just right to hit that spot that made you see stars.
giselle reached under you, finding your clit and rubbing tight, fast circles.
"oh my god—don't stop, please don't stop."
"you gonna cum already?" giselle teased. "we just started."
"i can't help it, it feels too good."
"hold it," ningning said sharply. "don't cum until we say so."
you whimpered, trying to hold back the tidal wave building in your stomach. they worked you over relentlessly, fingers pumping in and out, rubbing your clit until your legs were shaking uncontrollably.
"please, mommy, i need to cum. please let me cum."
"not yet," giselle said, pulling her hand away just as you were about to tip over the edge.
you sobbed in frustration, the denial hitting you like a physical blow. "no, no, please."
ningning slowed her fingers down, just barely moving them inside you, keeping you right on the edge but not letting you fall. "beg for it. tell us who owns this pussy."
"you do," you cried out. "you guys do. it’s yours. only yours."
"good girl," giselle whispered. "now cum for us."
they both moved at once. ningning fucked you hard and deep, and giselle rubbed your clit. your back arched, a scream tearing from your throat as the orgasm ripped through you, leaving you gasping and trembling.
they didn't stop though. they kept going, pushing you into overstimulation.
"too much," you whined, trying to crawl away, but giselle held your hips in place.
"you can take it, puppy. just one more."
"i can't—too sensitive—"
"yes you can," ningning insisted, curling her fingers again. "be a good girl and cum for us again."
tears were streaming down your face now, the pleasure mixing with pain until it was all just a blur of sensation. you felt the pressure building again, impossible and overwhelming.
"gonna—gonna cum again!"
"that's it," giselle cooed. "let it go."
you shattered again, even harder this time. you collapsed onto the bed, completely spent, your heart racing a mile a minute.
soft hands were on you a second later, turning you over and pulling you into a warm hug.
"shh, you did so good," giselle whispered, wiping the tears from your face.
ningning pressed kisses to your forehead and cheeks. "such a good puppy for us. we're so proud of you."
you curled into them, feeling safe and loved and absolutely exhausted. ningning pulled the blanket up over all three of you, tucking you in against her chest.
"are we still annoying?" giselle mumbled into your hair.
you let out a weak laugh. "yeah. but i love you guys."
"we love you too," ningning said softly. "now sleep. you're gonna need the energy for tomorrow."
you closed your eyes, drifting off with the sound of their heartbeats, knowing you weren't going anywhere else ever again.
﹙ syn ﹚winter decides to play with the new toy she bought in the middle of tennis match
481 ── sugar mommy!minjeong ⍀ 𝑓. reader┆warnings. . . smut ⋆ public play ⋆ remote control vibrator ⋆ mommy kink ⋆ praise
🗯️ notes: i used to play tennis.. winter went to a tennis match... heh you get where im going with this??? ok lemme shut up.
the skyview suite at the wimbledon towered over centre court at a breathtaking height, the glass windows giving you a perfect view of the two players preparing for the match below.
winter sat next to you on the plush, white leather couch, legs crossed, eyes locked onto the court, and one perfectly manicured hand resting over the small remote hidden in her palm.
the first serve cracked through the air like a sharp whip, and that's when it started. the small vibrator pressed against your clit began to buzz at a low, steady hum.
your teeth sank into your bottom lip, thighs clenched together as a sharp pulse shot through your core. winter's mouth curled into a knowing smirk, her eyes still on the match below.
"focus on the game, baby,” she murmured, voice low and smooth like dripping honey. “wouldn't want you missing anything."
you gave a shaky nod, nails digging into the armrest, pretending to focus on the match.
the second serve landed and winter increased the intensity of the vibrator. it buzzed at a medium pace, pressing right against your clit. your hips twitched, a soft whine slipping from your lips right as the crowd applauds, saving you the embarrassment.
by the third serve the intensity becomes worse. winter increased the pressure again, the small toy pulsing rhythmically, making your pussy clenching around the silicone. you can feel how soaked your panties are, the fabric clinging to your folds.
“winter—mommy… please— s’too much,” you whispered breathlessly, tears prickled at the corner of your eyes.
“shh… it’s okay. you’re doing so good for mommy—staying so quiet,” she cooed, placing her hand onto your knee, tracing soft circles against your burning skin.
it continues like this as the match goes on. during every point, win or lost. every serve, every cheer from the crowd—winter adjusts the speed on the remote. sometimes she lowers it to a slow torturous pace. sometimes she pauses it completely, letting your clit chase the missing rhythm.
“im close— f-fuck.. mommy,” you warned.
it didn’t take long for your orgasm to build up, heat pooling in your lower stomach. when the players the changed ends, she didn’t wait; spiking the vibrator to the highest setting.
your breath hitched, teeth biting down hard into your lip, enough to draw blood. your vision blurred as you came hard, walls pulsing around the toy, the space between your thighs now soaked in your own wetness.
you choked out a moan, attempting to cover it with a cough and a hand over your mouth, but it still earned you a few looks from the surrounding people.
she finally clicked the remote off and her hand lands on your trembling thigh, warm and gentle, rubbing against your skin like she’s offering you comfort, but her words are everything but, “you did so well for mommy, baby. but the match isn’t over yet.”
maybe giselle using added f member reader whenever she’s horny , f reader is a bit dumb so giselle kind of makes her think it’s right and she’s helping giselle (“don’t you wanna be a good girl and make me feel good”) and reader is literally trained to be like her puppy but giselle always rejects her and tells her it’s just a friend thing , one day a member of staff starts talking it up with reader which causes gigi to get jealous
눈치 (nunchi) — shinchan’s blind box
✪ giselle x fem!reader edition
before unboxing (언박싱): smut + angst, angst at the end, emotional hurt, no happy ending, toxic friends with benefits relationship, jealousy, possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, power imbalance, self-worth issues lwk, detailed explicit sex scenes including oral sex and fingering, giselle is mean af
notes from the ceo— trying a new layout, bare with me.. i hope you enjoy this fic! finally getting in the swing of writing again ㅠ
you're supposed to be sleeping.
that's what the schedule taped to the dorm fridge says, anyway. lights out at eleven, wake up at five thirty for hair and makeup before the morning show appearance. but it's one forty three in the morning and your phone is buzzing against the nightstand, screen lighting up with aeri's name, and you already know what this means.
come here
two words. no question mark, because it's not really a question.
you stare at the ceiling of your dark bedroom, counting the glow in the dark stars that the previous trainee stuck up there years ago. some of them are peeling at the edges. you wonder if you should feel something more than this hollow anticipation, this pavlovian response that's already making your stomach flip and your thighs press together.
the phone buzzes again.
don't make me wait
you're up before you can talk yourself out of it, padding across the cold hardwood in your sleep shorts and oversized t-shirt, bare feet silent against the floor. the dorm is quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator and someone's muffled footsteps which probably belong to minjeong, who liked to wander at night over to jimin unnie’s room.
aeri's door is cracked open. of course it is. she knew you'd come.
"took you long enough," she says when you slip inside, and there's that smile, the one that's more of a smirk and makes you forget why this might be a catastrophically bad idea. she's sprawled across her bed in nothing but an oversized hoodie and underwear, legs crossed at the ankle, looking like some sort of renaissance painting titled devastation or the fall of common sense.
"i was asleep," you lie, closing the door with a soft click.
"mmm, liar." aeri uncrosses her legs slowly, deliberately. "you were staring at your phone trying to convince yourself not to come. but here you are."
she's not wrong. she's never wrong, not about this, not about the way she's managed to burrow under your skin like a splinter you can't quite reach.
"yah, don't just stand there." she pats the space beside her. "come here."
you cross the small room, hyper-aware of how your heart is already racing, how your skin feels too tight. the mattress dips under your weight as you sit, careful to leave space between you— space she immediately closes by swinging a leg over your lap, straddling you with the casual confidence of someone who knows exactly what she wants and exactly how to get it.
"hi," she breathes, and her hands find your shoulders, thumbs pressing into the tension there. "missed me?"
"i saw you like three hours ago."
"not what i asked."
her face is so close you can spot the scar under her eye that she covers with concealer on the daily, see the way her pupils are already blown wide. she smells like expensive vanilla hand cream and something uniquely her, something that makes your brain go static and stupid.
"you're needy tonight," you murmur, fingers finding her waist automatically, slipping under the hem of her hoodie to find bare skin. warm. soft.
"and you're chatty." aeri rolls her hips once, slow and deliberate, and your breath catches. "i don't need conversation, aegiya. i need your mouth."
there it is. that switch that flips, that makes everything else fall away— the exhaustion, the schedule tomorrow, the tiny voice in the back of your head that sounds suspiciously like your own common sense, screaming that this is going to hurt eventually.
"you’re really demanding, unnie.." you say, but your hands are already sliding up her sides, thumbs brushing the underside of her ribs.
"you like it." she's not wrong. "don't you wanna be good for me? don't you wanna make me feel good?"
and fuck, there they are. those magic words. the ones that make you nod like the trained puppy you've become, eager and pathetic and so far gone it's almost funny.
"that's what i thought." aeri's smile is sharp as she cups your face, tilts your chin up. "you've gotten so good at this, you know. like you were made for it, made to please me."
your stomach does something complicated, something that might be pride or shame or arousal all twisted together until you can't tell them apart. she's kissing you before you can analyze it further, tongue sliding against yours with practiced ease, and your hands are already pulling her closer, feeling the way she melts and sharpens at the same time.
aeri kisses like she's trying to consume you, all tongue and teeth and barely restrained desperation. she bites your bottom lip hard enough to sting, soothes it with her tongue, then does it again because she knows it makes you whimper.
"mm," she pulls back just enough to breathe, pupils blown wide, lips already swollen. "lay down. now."
you barely have time to process before she's climbing off your lap and pulling you up, pushing you toward the headboard with surprising strength for someone her size. you go willingly, because of course you do, settling against the pillows as she hooks her fingers into her underwear and slides them down her legs with agonizing slowness.
"see how wet i am already? it's a good thing, pabo." she asks, and it's not really a question. she climbs back onto the bed, spreads her legs so you can see, and christ, she is. glistening and flushed and perfect. "been thinking about your tongue all day. during practice, during that meeting, during dinner— just thinking about how good you are, how well i've trained you."
the words should probably bother you. later, when you're alone in your own bed, they will. but right now they just make you clench around nothing, make you lean forward eagerly as she positions herself over your face.
"you remember what i taught you?" aeri's looking down at you, fingers threading through your hair. "start slow, don't rush, and let me cum when i want."
"yes," you breathe, and then she's lowering herself onto your mouth and you're gone.
you do remember what she taught you. how could you forget? every lesson is burned into your memory— the way she likes it when you flatten your tongue and lick broad stripes first, warming her up, making her squirm. the way she gasps when you finally, finally let your tongue circle her clit, light, teasing.
"mmhmm, just like that," aeri's voice is already breathy, thighs tensing on either side of your head. "good girl. my good fucking girl..."
you hum against her and she jerks, fingers tightening in your hair almost painfully. you've learned this too—that she likes a little pain with her pleasure, likes to be in control but also likes when you surprise her, when you push back just enough.
so you suck her clit into your mouth, hard, and she makes this sound, halfway between a gasp and a moan, that goes straight to your core.
"yah, i said slow," but there's no real reprimand in her voice, just pleasure, just need. her hips are already moving, grinding against your face, and you let her use you like this, let her take what she needs while you work your tongue against her in the patterns she's drilled into you over weeks and weeks of nights just like this.
you've become an expert at reading her body. the way her thighs start to shake means you're doing it right. the way her breathing gets shallow and rapid means she's close. the way she pulls your hair means harder, faster, more.
"inside," she pants now, and you obey immediately, sliding your tongue into her while your nose presses against her clit, giving her the friction she's seeking. she tastes like salt and something sweeter, something you've developed an almost addiction to, something that makes you press your own thighs together seeking relief you know you won't get.
this isn't about you. it's never about you.
aeri rides your face with increasing desperation, using your mouth like her personal toy, and you let her, holding her hips to keep her steady, tongue working inside her while she grinds down. you can barely breathe but it doesn't matter— this matters, making her feel good matters, being what she needs matters.
"fingers," she demands, and you slide two into her without missing a beat, crooking them just the way she taught you, finding that spot that makes her whole body go taut. your mouth finds her clit again, sucking and licking while you pump your fingers, matching the rhythm to her movements.
"fuck, fuck, right there—" aeri's voice is high and breathy now, control slipping, and this is your favorite part. when she stops being the cool, collected dancer and becomes this— desperate and needy and falling apart above you. "don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop—"
you don't. you keep the exact same pace, the exact same pressure, tongue working her clit while your fingers curl inside her, and you feel it when she tips over, the way her whole body goes rigid, thighs clamping around your head, the gush of wetness against your fingers as she comes with a broken moan that she barely manages to muffle.
you work her through it, gentler now, letting her ride out the aftershocks until she's pushing weakly at your head, oversensitive and spent.
"holy shit," she pants in clear, breathy english, climbing off your face and collapsing beside you on the bed. her chest is heaving, skin flushed, hair a mess. she looks beautiful. she always looks beautiful, but especially like this— undone in ways the cameras never see.
you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, trying to ignore the aching between your own legs, the way your whole body is thrumming with unspent tension.
"good?" you ask, even though you know the answer.
"so good, aegi." aeri turns her head to look at you, eyes soft in a way that makes your chest hurt. "you're getting too good at this… gonna ruin me for everyone else."
your heart does something stupid and hopeful, and you hate yourself for it.
"hey, don't look at me like that," she says, but there's amusement in her voice. she reaches out, thumb brushing your bottom lip. "you know what this is, right? we're friends. good friends. friends who help each other out."
"right," you say, and your voice sounds normal even though something inside you is cracking. "friends."
"exactly." aeri sits up, stretching languidly, and you try not to stare at the way her hoodie rides up, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach. "you're such a good friend, the best bandmate, baby."
she says it like a compliment. you hear it like a dismissal.
"you should get back to your room," aeri continues, glancing at her phone. "it's almost two-thirty. you need sleep."
and just like that, you're being dismissed. used and discarded until the next time she's horny and texts you those two words. come here.
you should say no. you should tell her that friends don't do this, that she's fucking with your head, that you can't keep pretending this doesn't mean more to you than it does to her.
instead, you stand up, smooth down your shirt, and head for the door.
"hey," aeri calls when your hand is on the doorknob. you turn back, stupid hope fluttering in your chest again.
she's smiling at you, soft and genuine and completely unaware of the devastation she's causing. "thanks. you're really... you're really good to me."
"yeah," you say quietly. "anytime."
and you mean it. that's the worst part. you mean it.
the hallway is dark and cold and you pad back to your room like a ghost, slipping under your covers and staring at those peeling glow in the dark stars. your lips still taste like her. your heart still feels like it's being squeezed in a vice.
in the morning, aeri will smile at you over breakfast like nothing happened. she'll steal food off your plate and complain about being tired and be completely, casually normal. and you'll smile back and pretend you're normal too, pretend you don't feel like you're slowly being hollowed out from the inside.
but tonight, you're allowed this. the ache. the wanting. the quiet devastation of being someone's good girl and nothing more.
you close your eyes and try to sleep, knowing that the next time your phone buzzes with those two words, you'll go running.
you always do.
…
uchinaga aeri doesn't get jealous.
that's what she tells herself as she watches you from across the practice room, sprawled against the mirrored wall with a water bottle pressed to her flushed neck. she doesn't get jealous because that would imply she has something to be jealous about, and this thing with you— it's not like that. it's casual… convenient… just two friends helping each other out.
except you're laughing.
really laughing, the kind that throws your head back and crinkles your eyes, the kind that makes your whole face light up like someone plugged you into an electrical socket. and it's not because of something aeri said. it's because of her— the new choreographer, kim fucking soyeon, with her perfectly sculpted dancer's body and her effortless charisma and the way she's standing just a little too close to you right now.
"unnie, you good?" minjeong asks, plopping down beside her. "you look like you're plotting murder."
"i'm fine," aeri says through her teeth, taking a long drink of water that does nothing to cool the heat rising in her chest.
practice ended fifteen minutes ago. fifteen minutes that aeri has spent watching you hang back, watching you and soyeon chat by the sound system, watching the choreographer's hand touch your arm as she demonstrates something, watching you mirror the movement with that eager attentiveness you usually reserve for…for what? for her? when she's teaching you how to make her cum?
aeri's jaw clenches so hard it hurts.
"you're totally not fine," minjeong observes, following her gaze. "oh. oh."
"don't."
"i'm just saying—"
"minjeong-ah, i will literally kill you."
minjeong holds up her hands in surrender, but there's a knowing look in her eyes that makes aeri want to scream. because minjeong knows. maybe they all know, even if no one talks about it—the nights when you slip into aeri's room and don't come out until dawn, the way aeri watches you sometimes with something that looks uncomfortably like hunger.
soyeon says something that makes you laugh again, and this time you actually reach out and touch her shoulder, steady yourself against her, and aeri sees red.
"i'm gonna—" aeri stands abruptly, grabbing her bag.
"don't do anything stupid," minjeong calls after her, but aeri's already halfway to the door, to the dorms, to anywhere that isn't here watching you be genuinely, effortlessly happy with someone who isn't her.
the dorm is empty when aeri gets back. the others are still at the company building—yizhuo had a recording session, minjeong was reviewing footage with the video team. which means when you finally walk through the door forty-five minutes later, still smiling at your phone, probably texting that fucking choreographer, there's no buffer. no witnesses.
just aeri, sitting in the dark living room like some sort of villain from a drama, waiting.
"jesus christ," you gasp when you see her, hand flying to your chest. "you scared the shit out of me. why are you sitting in the dark like a serial killer?"
"who were you texting?" aeri asks, voice flat.
"what?" you're still backlit by the hallway, face half in shadow, and aeri can't read your expression.
"your phone. who were you texting?"
there's a pause. you step fully into the living room, and aeri watches your smile fade into confusion. "soyeon-nim was just sending me some youtube links. videos of other choreographers she thinks i'd like. why?"
soyeon-nim. so formal. so respectful. so fucking cozy.
"you stayed back pretty late," aeri says, and she knows she sounds insane, knows she's being irrational, but something ugly and possessive is clawing up her throat and she can't stop it. "must have been some conversation."
"aeri, what—" you're looking at her like she's grown a second head, and that just makes it worse. "are you... are you mad at me right now?"
"should i be?" aeri stands, crosses her arms. "you tell me."
"i literally have no idea what's happening right now." you set your bag down slowly, carefully, like you're approaching a wild animal. "we finished practice, soyeon-nim asked if i wanted to look at some of the reference material for next week's choreography, and we talked. that's it. that's literally it."
"you seemed really comfortable with her."
"she's our choreographer. i'm supposed to be comfortable with her."
"you don't touch me like that."
the words are out before aeri can stop them, and the silence that follows is deafening.
your expression shifts then—confusion melting into something harder, something that glints like a knife's edge. "i don't touch you like that," you repeat slowly, "because you've made it very clear what i'm allowed to touch you for. or did you forget?"
"that's not—"
"no, please, explain it to me." you're advancing now, and there's an anger in your voice aeri's never heard before, sharp and cutting and aimed directly at her. "explain how i'm supposed to act. because apparently, i can have my face between your legs three times a week, but god forbid i laugh with someone else. god forbid i have a normal fucking conversation with someone who doesn't treat me like a—" you stop yourself, jaw working.
"like a what?" aeri challenges, something reckless rising in her chest. "say it."
"like a toy!" you explode, and aeri flinches. "like something you can use when you're horny and put away when you're done! and i let you, like a fucking idiot, i let you because i thought—" your voice cracks and you look away, hands curling into fists. "it doesn't matter what i thought."
aeri's heart is pounding. the anger is still there but it's mixing with something else now, something that feels dangerously like panic. "yah, you knew what this was. i told you from the beginning—"
"friends, right?" you laugh, and it's bitter and wrong. "friends who fuck. friends who help each other out. i know the script, aeri. you've made sure i know it. every single time after you cum, you remind me. 'don't get the wrong idea.' 'this doesn't mean anything.' 'we're just friends.'"
"because we are—"
"then why the fuck do you care who i talk to?!" you're yelling now, really yelling, and tears are streaming down your face and aeri feels like the ground is crumbling beneath her feet. "why does it matter if soyeon makes me laugh? if she touches my arm? if i have chemistry with someone else? friends don't get jealous, aeri. friends don't act like they own you while simultaneously making sure you know you mean nothing to them!"
"you mean—" aeri starts, then stops, because the words are stuck in her throat, sharp and terrifying.
"what?" your eyes are blazing, wet with tears but fierce. "i mean what? tell me. for once in your life, be fucking honest with me."
and aeri wants to. god, she wants to. wants to say you mean everything, you're all i think about, i'm terrified of how much i need you. but the words won't come because they're too big, too real, too fucking vulnerable.
"this is exactly what i'm talking about," you say when the silence stretches too long. your voice is quieter now, exhausted. "you want me available, want me desperate for you, want me to come running whenever you text. but the second i might want something more, might expect something more, you shut down. you remind me of my place. which is on my knees or in your bed or nowhere at all."
"that's not fair," aeri whispers.
"nothing about this is fair!" you wipe at your face angrily. "i have spent months being whatever you need me to be. your stress relief. your secret. your well-trained little puppy who performs on command. and i did it— i do it because i'm stupidly, pathetically in love with you. and you know it. you've always known it."
the words hang in the air between you like a grenade with the pin pulled.
aeri's chest is so tight she can barely breathe. "you're... you can't..."
"can't what? can't love you?" you laugh again, sharp and broken. "trust me, i've tried not to. but you make it really fucking hard when you look at me the way you do sometimes. when you hold me after and play with my hair and smile like i'm something precious. and then in the morning, you act like i'm nothing, and i'm supposed to just—what? pretend my heart isn't breaking? pretend i don't die a little every time you dismiss me?"
"i never asked you to fall in love with me," aeri says, and she knows immediately it's the wrong thing, knows it from the way your face crumples and then goes carefully, horribly blank.
"you're right," you say quietly. "you didn't. that's my mistake. just like thinking tonight that maybe, maybe, if i showed interest in someone else, you might realize—" you shake your head. "doesn't matter. i get it now."
"get what?" aeri's voice sounds strange, distant.
"that you don't want me. not really. you want what i can give you. the orgasms, the devotion, the ego boost. but me? the actual person? you don't want that. you've made that very clear."
"that's not true," aeri protests, but it sounds weak even to her own ears.
"then what do you want?" you ask, and you sound so tired, so defeated. "because i can't keep doing this. i can't keep being your dirty little secret that you're ashamed of in the daylight. i can't keep watching you flirt with backup dancers and actors and whoever else while i'm supposed to sit there and smile and be grateful for the scraps of attention you give me behind closed doors."
"i'm not—i don't—" aeri's thoughts are a mess, panic and anger and fear all tangled together. "why does everything have to change? why can't it just stay the way it is?"
"because the way it is, is killing me!" your voice breaks on the last word. "can't you see that? every time you touch me and then push me away, every time you use me and then remind me it doesn't mean anything—it kills me a little more. and tonight, for the first time in months, i had a conversation with someone who made me feel normal. who made me feel like a person and not just a—a service you've subscribed to. and even that, you can't let me have. even that, you have to ruin with your jealousy that you won't even admit to feeling."
aeri feels like she's been slapped. "i'm not jealous."
"you're a liar," you say flatly. "you're a liar and a coward, and i'm done."
the words land like a physical blow. "what do you mean, done?"
"i mean i'm done with this. with us. with whatever the fuck this arrangement is." you're backing toward the hallway now, toward your room. "you don't get to have me anymore, aeri. not like this. not when it's destroying me."
panic claws at aeri's throat. "wait—"
"no," you cut her off, and your voice is firm despite the tears still tracking down your face. "i waited. i waited for you to see me, to want me as more than just someone to fuck. but you don't. and i can't—i won't—keep hoping you'll change your mind. i deserve better than this. than you."
the words hit like bullets, each one finding its mark.
"so that's it?" aeri asks, and she hates how small her voice sounds. "you're just giving up?"
"i'm not giving up," you say quietly. "i'm letting go. there's a difference."
you turn toward the hallway, and aeri's body moves before her brain catches up, hand shooting out to grab your wrist. "don't. please."
you look down at where aeri's fingers are wrapped around your wrist, then back up at her face. "why not? give me one good reason why i should stay."
because i need you. because i'm terrified of losing you. because maybe i'm in love with you too and i'm too fucked up to admit it.
but the words stay locked in aeri's chest, trapped behind years of walls and defense mechanisms and fear of vulnerability.
"that's what i thought," you say when the silence stretches too long. you pull your wrist free gently, carefully. "goodnight, aeri."
aeri stands frozen in the living room as you walk away, watches you disappear into your bedroom, hears the quiet click of your door closing. not a slam. somehow, the gentleness of it is worse.
she stands there for a long time, staring at your closed door, waiting for something. for you to come back out. for the words to finally come. for the courage to knock and tell you everything she's too scared to say.
but she just stands there, paralyzed, as the truth settles over her like a suffocating blanket: she is jealous. she is a coward. and she's just lost the best thing in her life because she was too afraid to admit she wanted it.
from somewhere in the dorm, she hears a muffled sound—maybe a sob, maybe nothing.
aeri slides down the wall until she's sitting on the floor, head in her hands, and for the first time in years, she lets herself cry.
dom! ningning x afab!reader. praise. vaginal fingering. overstimulation. mommy kink.
“shh, shh, baby..” ningning coos, voice soft and sweet as her fingers pound in and out of your cunt. “you’re being so good for me..”
“m-mommy, please,” your voice is little beyond a few babbles and whimpers, each orgasm haven taken your ability to speak by this point. “wanna come again..”
ningning grins at you, dragging her thumb across your g-spot simply to make you squirm. “well, i suppose..”
“how can i deny such a sweet, pretty thing?”
increasing their intensity, her fingers continue to pound in and out of you at a pace that takes every breath from your lungs. a sharp squeak escapes from your lips as you gush into her fingers.
🕮ᯓ: You and Karina are still in that "what are we?" phase when you decide to go camping with your friends.
Warnings: smut, oral, face riding, scissoring
Word count: 2.3k
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You and Karina have been friends for years, but the attraction has always been there. Years of friendship only strengthened how much you liked her. You saw so many parts of her that honestly made her look like she was too good to be true.
Thankfully, the confession was mutual. You found out how Karina felt about you one night when it was just the two of you in your apartment. You were relieved and told her you felt the same.
That was two months ago, and there have been many secret hookups and sleepovers since, but neither of you actually brought up the what are we? topic.
You wanted a solid definition of the relationship, but you were scared, so you never said anything, which meant you had nothing to say to your best friends either.
So neither of you said anything, you hid your 'relationship' from Giselle, Ningning, and Winter. It was easy for the most part, then someone suggested a camping trip.
You still have a couple of hours of daylight when the five of you arrive at the camping site. It's the middle of the week, so you didn't pass very many camping setups on the drive along the lake.
The sun casts a glimmer on the water that captures your attention as soon as you step out of your dad's pickup truck, which he lent you for the trip.
"Who's ready to get drunk in the woods??" Ningning shouts as she pulls a bottle of tequila from her backpack.
"Calm down, party animal, let's set up first." Giselle laughs, making the rest of you giggle.
Karina comes up beside you, lightly smacking your ass to get your attention while the rest of the girls head to the bed of the truck.
"Bringing all the supplies we need to survive is actually really sexy, you know?" She says, smirking at you as her eyes playfully scan you from head to toe.
You roll your eyes, but can't help the corners of your mouth lifting. "You know my dad had all the stuff in storage already." Your dad used to be really into camping when he was younger; he'd sometimes spend a week at a time away, while your mom worried because she had no way to contact him. But as he got older, he stopped visiting nature and instead started a garden in his backyard to quench his thirst for connecting with the earth.
Karina waves her hand, "Don't kill my fantasy, I like the idea of you taking care of us."
You open your mouth to respond, but a voice calls out to both of you. "Hey! You guys gonna help?" Giselle shouts.
After unloading everything your dad told you to bring, you help the girls set up the tents. Your dad only had 3 tents that he got throughout the years, so the girls decided they'd pair up so you could have your own, their way of showing gratitude.
"Should we get in the water now?" Ningning suggests.
Karina smirks at the younger girl, "Last one in prepares dinner?" before she slips off her sweats and yanks off her top while toeing off her shoes before running into the water in nothing but her mismatched bra and underwear.
Ningning and Giselle shrug before pulling off their clothes as quickly as possible as well.
"We brought swimsuits." Winter points out, the two of you are making no move to undress just yet.
"Last one in, makes us all dinner!!" Ningning reiterates what the oldest said.
As the two rush into the water giggling like little girls, you and Winter share a look, are really doing this?
Then you're tugging off your t-shirt, winter laughs, and the two of you race to get rid of your clothing.
You're in the water first, making winter groan and pout while the girls tease her.
None of you care about makeup smearing or hair getting wet as you all swim around, smiling and laughing. The water is cold, but your body soon adjusts to the temperature.
When the sun starts to set, the five of you are still in the water, fingers pruned, but you don't care; you float on your back, eyes closed.
"We should head up to the showers," Winter suggests, followed by agreement with Giselle.
As the girls start to head out, you say, "I wanna stay a little longer, I'll meet you guys there."
"Then, I'll stay with you," Karina says, swimming back over to you.
"okaay!" Ningning says in a sing-song voice.
Karina circles around you for a while after they're gone.
"Why are you doing laps?" you ask, opening your eyes and flipping over to look at her. She's looking in the direction the girls left.
"Okay, they're gone." She reaches out for you and pulls you towards her, her lips connecting with yours.
Your mouth responds immediately, moving against her pillowy lips as her hand grips the base of your skull.
When she pulls away, her forehead rests against yours. "I've been wanting to kiss you since we got here," she admits.
you roll your eyes but smile, leaning forward to give her a peck. "dork." you says.
Winter made rabokki and grilled pork belly for dinner, and despite the bet, the 4 of you still helped.
After, you're all sitting around a small fire that Giselle set up. It was a gamble trusting her when she said, "I watched a TikTok," but thankfully, everything turned out fine.
You feel Karina's eyes on you from across the fire, and you sneak a few glances at her, but you quickly look away, a warmth settling over you that's more than just the fire.
You're sitting between Giselle and Ningning, chatting and humming along to the music Giselle has playing on her small portable speaker.
"So you're sure about sleeping alone tonight?" Giselle turns to you. Earlier, when setting up, the girls gave you your own tent; it sounded like a luxury. Now that the sun has set and the moon offers little illumination, everyone realizes just how scary it could be.
"Yes, I'll be okay," you reassure your friends with a smile.
"You could just squeeze in between Karina and me," Winter suggests, but you wave her off with a chuckle.
When midnight rolls around, everyone retreats to their tents after putting out the fire.
"Join us if you get scared, okay?" Ningning says, standing at the opening of her tent.
"i will, thank you." you smile at her
It's around 1am when you're finally settled in your sleeping bag, your lantern is dimmed, and the only sounds come from the ambiance of nature, crickets, and the rustle of leaves when the wind picks up.
It's not even an hour later when you're awoken by the sound of your tent unzipping. You turn over with a gasp. "It's just me," Karina steps in, and you let out a breath of relief.
"What are you doing?" You ask. She's wearing a pastel pink button-up pajama top with matching shorts.
"I was waiting for winter to fall asleep. Scoot over," she slips in under the blanket with you. Her thigh touches yours, and you hiss at the icy skin. "Why didn't you pack pants?"
"It's not even that cold." She says, however, she scoots closer searching for warmth. Her hand crosses over to hug your waist, her head resting on your shoulder as you stare up at the roof of your tent.
"Do you think we're obvious?" Karina asks, her voice a husky whisper.
"You definitely are," you say, making Karina scoff. "I know you were looking at my ass before dinner."
"I was not." You were.
Karina scoots closer, her hand trailing down to your thigh. "Anyway, nobody has asked me anything, so they probably didn't notice," she says.
"doubtful" Maybe there wasn't anything obvious this trip, but there have definitely been times when you'd seen the girls share looks when you bring Karina up in conversations. They know something is up.
"I wouldn't mind." You feel her hand at the hem of your underwear. You look at her, and Karina turns her head to look into your eyes, showing you her genuineness. But her hand continues its travel past your underwear line.
Your hand grips her wrist, "rina." you warn. She doesn't pull her hand away.
"Hmm?" She hums.
"Our friends are here" you hiss.
"They can't see us." she whispers.
"They'll hear us." There's no noise pollution here; you'll be lucky if the sound of the wind hitting the tents blocks out any noise.
You watch a smile grow on her face, "then be quiet," she whispers.
Her fingers meet the bare skin of your slit, and you squirm at the sensation of her cool skin on your warm skin.
"You look so pretty," Karina says when she pushes past your lips and finds your throbbing clit. She leans up a bit to reach your mouth, getting your attention with a kiss.
As her mouth moves against yours, her fingers trail down to collect your essence. "You always get wet so quickly," she giggles, her fingers finding your clit again and rubbing slow, firm circles on it.
You want to defend yourself, but really you can't. She's hot, and that's not much of a defense.
Karina pulls her hand away, and before you can complain, she slides down till she's face level with your needy cunt fully unzipping the sleeping bag and tossing it off your bodies,
"Let me taste this sweet little cunt baby," she slips your panties down, discarding them before pushing and spreading your thighs.
You hear a breathy chuckle and look down to catch a teasing smirk on the pretty brunette's face. "It's glistening"
You're about to get after her for teasing you about your wet cunt when she's leaning forward and licking up your slit, her eyes darkening as she watches you.
She hums, pushing your thighs further apart to expose you to her, diving in. Her tongue laps up and down, and her lips suckle at your clit. "Fuck" you sigh, fingers carding through her hair, gently.
Karina hums at the gesture, her eyes locking with yours, so dark like a siren.
When you grind back against her face, Karina pulls back to say, "Ride my face," and she doesn't have to ask you twice. With her new encouragement, your hand tightens on her hair, your hips lifting and rolling against her perfect face.
You have to place your other hand over your mouth. "Fuck yes," your voice is muffled against your palm.
Karina always knows when you're close and when to help you reach your climax. You bite your lip as you cum against her mouth, dropping your hands so you can catch your breath.
When Karina pulls away, your eyes nearly roll back at the slick covering her chin.
She was quick to rid herself of her bottoms and climbed over to your face. You don't even say anything, immediately getting to work.
"Uh-huh" Karina hums in approval, nearly falling forward when your tongue makes contact on warm, dripping cunt.
Your hands grip both her thighs as you focus on lapping at her cunt, then sucking at her clit just as she'd done for you.
Karina grinds against your face, and your hands travel higher, finding her tits under her pajama shirt.
You feel the fabric move, you open your eyes to see she has unbuttoned the shirt, her tits sit pretty, and you moan at the sight from below.
Karina moans softly, falling forward so her hands are on the floor above your head. Now, she has support to roughly grind against your face.
"Yes, baby, just like that," she hisses.
It doesn't take long for her to cum all over your mouth.
You continue licking up her mess after she cums before she pulls away, sliding down your body, straddling you.
She grinds against you, "Fuck, you look so good with me all over your mouth," she sighs.
"Ditto." you respond before grabbing her thighs and switching positions with her.
Her hair splays out around her head as you search for the right position that has you both moaning at the slick mess of your cunts. You lift her leg towards your shoulder and adjust yourself till your clits kiss perfectly.
You both groan at the contact, and you start slow, riding her and enjoying the view of Karina under you.
Karina grips your thigh, "more." She pauses and leans up to remove your top. "fuck my cunt baby," she whispers roughly.
You grind down onto harder, watching as her tits sway as she nods in approval.
Any thought of your friends and the secret between you and Karina is long gone. You don't even register if the two of you are being too loud; you don't care.
You cum first, losing momentum as you gasp in pleasure, but Karina is so close, gripping your hips, she grinds up into you, prolonging your climax as she gets herself off.
"Good girl. Let me use you." she whispers, mostly to herself.
She cums silently, mouth agape and eyebrows scrunched.
You collapse against her, pussy so sensitive.
You both are silent as you regain your composure. You roll off Karina.
Sweat sticks to your forehead as the sound of crickets returns to your senses.
The next morning, you and Karina are woken up by the sound of someone unzipping your tent. You don't even have time to process the fact that Karina isn't supposed to be in your tent or the fact that you're naked under the covers when Ningning is sticking her head in.
"She's here." Ningning calls out to someone outside, before a smile creeps its way onto her face.
"Minjeong owes me 20 bucks!" Ningning calls out in victory before disappearing again.
You sigh and drop your head against your pillow.
"So.." Karina says, you turn your head to look over at her. "Can I finally call you my girlfriend?"
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I had to post something before Pride Month is over! So I hope you enjoyed it, and thanks for reading :))))
sub reader x winter! could be anything (fluff, angst, smut etc)
Stress Relief
Synopsis: When aespa's comeback stress becomes too much, Winter confesses how badly she needs to get laid but fears the scandals that could ruin everything. You, her sweet and willing maknae, offer to help by eating her out right there on the dorm couch, leading to a secret, steamy night full of soft moans, wet sounds, and gentle touches that leaves both of you craving more.
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The dorm felt extra quiet that night after hours of practice. The comeback choreo had everyone wiped out, but Winter was still up, pacing around the living room like she couldn't sit still. You were curled up on the floor with your phone, but you kept glancing at her.
"Unnie, you okay?" you asked softly, putting your phone down.
Winter ran a hand through her messy hair and flopped onto the couch with a big sigh. "No, I'm not. This new comeback is stressing me the fuck out, Y/N. The dance is so sharp, my voice cracks every time I try to hit the high notes in recording, and the schedule… it's endless. I feel so tense, like my whole body is tied in knots. I just wanna scream or… or something."
You scooted closer, resting your chin on the edge of the couch near her leg. "I know. You've been working so hard. Everyone can see it. Maybe you should rest or—"
"Rest?" She let out a short laugh, but it sounded tired. "I wish it was that easy. Honestly? I really need to get laid right now. Like, properly fucked until my brain shuts up. But I can't. One little rumor and Dispatch is on our asses. Scandal would ruin everything for aespa." She looked at you, her cheeks a little pink. "God, I sound desperate, huh?"
Your heart skipped. You'd always had this soft spot for her, wanting to make her feel good any way you could. You swallowed and said quietly, "What if I help you, unnie? No one has to know. It's just us here. The girls are all sleeping. I could… I could eat you out. Make you cum and help you relax."
Winter's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she sat up a bit, staring at you. "Y/N… you're really offering that? To go down on me?" Her voice got lower, softer. "You'd do that for me?"
"Yeah," you nodded, feeling shy but sure. "I want to. I've thought about it before. Let me take care of you tonight. You don't even have to touch me back if you're too tired."
She bit her lip, then smiled a little. "Come here, baby." She patted the spot right next to her. When you sat down, she cupped your face gently and kissed you. Her lips were soft and warm, tasting like the strawberry lip balm she always wore. The kiss started slow, then got deeper, her tongue brushing yours and making your stomach flutter.
"Mmm, you taste sweet," she murmured against your mouth. "Lock the door first, okay? Just in case."
You got up quick and clicked the lock, heart racing. When you turned back, Winter had already kicked off her shorts, leaving her in just her big t-shirt. Her thighs looked so smooth under the dim lamp light.
You knelt between her legs again, hands resting on her knees. "Can I?" you whispered.
Winter nodded, spreading her legs a little more. "Yeah. Start slow, baby. I want to feel your tongue everywhere."
You leaned in, pressing soft kisses along her inner thigh first. She smelled warm and a little musky from the long day, but it just made you want her more. Your tongue finally touched her pussy—soft, wet folds that made her sigh right away.
"Ohhh fuck, Y/N," she breathed, one hand sliding into your hair. "That feels nice already. Lick me properly… yeah, like that."
You dragged your tongue up slowly from her entrance to her clit, tasting her sweetness mixed with salt. She was getting wetter fast, her juices coating your lips. You circled her clit with the tip of your tongue, gentle at first, listening to every little sound she made.
"Right there, unnie?" you asked softly, looking up at her flushed face.
"Yes— shit, don't stop talking to me," she moaned quietly. "Tell me how I taste while you eat me."
You blushed but kept licking. "You taste so good, unnie. Sweet and warm. I love it." Then you sucked her clit gently between your lips, humming a little so the vibration hit her.
Winter's hips bucked. "Ahh! Good girl… fuck, your mouth is perfect. Put a finger in me now. I need to feel full."
You slid one finger inside her slowly. She was so hot and tight, walls squeezing around you. You added a second one when she started grinding against your hand, curling them up to find that spot that made her gasp loud.
"Like this?" you mumbled against her pussy, not wanting to pull away.
"Exactly like that— oh my god," she panted. Her fingers tightened in your hair, guiding your head. "Suck harder on my clit while you finger me. I'm so close already… you've got me dripping all over your pretty face."
The wet sounds of your fingers pumping in and out filled the quiet room, mixed with her soft moans and your own little whimpers. Her thighs started shaking around your ears, soft and warm. You could feel her getting tighter, wetter.
"I'm gonna cum, baby— don't stop eating my pussy, please," Winter begged, voice shaky. "Yes, yes, just like that! Fuck—!"
She came hard, back arching, thighs clamping around your head as her juices flooded your tongue. You kept licking gently through it, tasting every bit until she gently pushed you back, breathing heavy.
"Come up here," she said, voice all husky. She pulled you onto her lap and kissed you deep, tongue licking into your mouth like she wanted to taste herself. "Mmm, I can taste how much you made me cum. You're amazing, Y/N. Such a sweet little sub for me."
You hid your face in her neck, embarrassed but happy. "Did it really help your stress, unnie?"
"So much," she laughed softly, hands running down your back. "But now I wanna make you feel good too. You're soaked, I can feel it on my thigh." Her fingers slipped under your shorts, rubbing your wet pussy through your panties. "Tell me what you want, baby. Use your words."
You whimpered, rocking against her hand. "Your fingers inside me… while you kiss me. Please, unnie."
Winter grinned and flipped you gently onto your back on the couch. She kissed you slow and messy, tasting like strawberries and sex, while she pulled your shorts and panties down. Two fingers pushed into you easy because you were so wet.
"Listen to how wet you are," she teased, thrusting them in and out. "All from eating me out? My good girl gets turned on so easily."
"It feels so good," you moaned against her lips, legs wrapping around her. Her fingers curled perfectly, hitting that spot over and over while her thumb rubbed your clit in circles. The couch creaked a little under you.
"Cum for me," she whispered hot against your ear. "Let me hear those pretty sounds. Cum on my fingers, baby."
You did, burying your face in her shoulder to muffle your cry as pleasure hit you hard. Your whole body shook, pussy clenching around her fingers.
After, she held you close under a blanket, stroking your hair and back. "Thank you for offering tonight," she murmured. "I feel so much lighter now. We should do this again whenever the comeback stress gets bad. Deal?"
"Deal," you whispered, smiling. "Anytime you need me to eat you out or whatever… I'm yours, unnie."
Winter kissed your forehead. "Good. Now sleep. We have early practice tomorrow, but at least I'll be less tense."
You both drifted off like that, warm and tangled, the secret between you making the comeback feel a little more bearable.
Summary: Your girlfriend Ningning buys the biggest strap she can find... and is determined to make it fit.
Genre: smut, established au, dom!ningning, strap on
Pairing: Ningning x female reader
Word count: >1k
“Okay,” you said. You took a sip of water and relaxed back on the pillows, head on your hands. “What's my surprise, Ning?”
Ningning had been uncontrollable all through dinner. She kept bursting into laughter whenever you kissed her, and toying with the waistband of your joggers. She watched you with one finger between her teeth when she thought you weren't looking.
This surprise was going to be something crazy.
Ningning jumped to the closet, and pulled out something from a large black bag. You strained to see, your heart racing… until she turned to you.
Resting on her delicate palms was a black dildo. But this was not just any dildo. It was a huge monstrosity.
It curved over her hands, dwarfing them. The thickness alone reminded you of a horse, or some other large beast.
She clasped it with both hands and stroked it slowly, eyes fixed on your reaction.
“Ningning, that's not-” you gulped. The buzz from the wine at dinner had disappeared. “That's not going inside me.”
She grinned evilly. “I got a harness, too.”
You'd never even done strap sex with Ningning. For the last three years, your life had consisted of moaning over Ningning’s quick fingers, or her pretty mouth.
You were bisexual, while she was a lesbian. So, unlike Ningning, you had slept with men in the past. However, that was a moot point. They were human men - not aliens with cocks the width of your arm.
Ningning grabbed something from under the bed - the harness. She did look good when she shimmied off her jeans and frilly pink panties, carefully slid in the dildo and tied the leather straps around the sweet skin of her slender thighs.
You were so busy staring, you barely realised she was stripping you, until your sweatpants and panties were on the floor.
Ningning had a weird energy tonight. Her pupils were blown wide, her hair fizzing with static. Her body was hidden by her T-shirt and black hoodie.
Ningning stared hard at the spot between your legs. Her chest rose and fell as she panted with desire. You knew that look in her eyes - it was her pussy drunk look.
You felt something cool and hard nudge your pussy.
She was pushing the dildo against your entrance.
“Ningning,” you laughed. “What's gotten into you?”
She laughed, and suddenly she was back to her silly self. She grabbed the lube from the drawer and squirted it all over the toy.
Then she ran her hand up and down the dildo, pretending to jerk off. She ran her fingers through her hair, cocking her hips forward ridiculously. “Baby,” she said in a low voice, her hand still jerking. “Just let me fuck you. I swear it'll feel so good.”
“Jesus,” you said, laughing to hide your embarassment. “Your guy voice is really bad.”
“Let me fill up your tight pussy with my huge cock,” she said. “Isn't that what you like, Y/n? Big fat cock?”
You buried your face in your hands. “Great. You buy one strap-on, and now you're Hugh Hefner. My only ex-boyfriend was a twinky art major, okay? He looked a lot like you, honestly.”
Ningning laughed.
You pulled at Ningning’s hoodie. “That monster is not going anywhere near me. Can you just take your clothes off so we can have sex normally?”
Ningning wrapped her arms over herself, and wiggled the dildo suggestively. “Uh-uh. I'm not taking any clothes off until you suck this. You know how to, don't you?”
“You are so fricking stubborn!” you said, almost in tears. “Now I have to suck your plastic dick?”
You knew Ningning would keep her threat, even if it meant the sex ended here. She was that insane.
You got off the bed so you could kneel beside it. Ningning’s face flushed deep red.
“Okay,” you said grimly. “I assume you want me kneeling. Come over here, you idiot.”
Ningning sat on the bed, spreading her legs wide. She watched you breathlessly, tweezing her nipples under her hoodie.
You grabbed the huge plastic rod. She moaned suddenly, like she could feel it.
You vaguely remembered how to give blow jobs, but not pretend ones.
You massaged the lube over the dildo. Feeling completely silly, you ran your tongue over it.
Ningning actually squeaked.
The only positive of this ordeal was that you could run your hands up Ningning’s silky naked thighs, digging your nails in extra hard to show you that you were pissed at her. You twisted Ningning’s pussy hair hard enough to hurt. She deserved it.
You licked all the way down the dildo. Then, your face burning, you parted your lips and took the stiff plastic into your mouth.
Wow. It was thick. The corners of your mouth were already burning.
“Yes,” Ningning whispered, shakily. She still had both hands buried under her hoodie, tugging her hidden nipples. “Suck it… cockslut.”
You laughed in shock at her language. You practically choked on the dildo.
Ningning loved that. You heard her panting, hard and fast. Her fingers were suddenly in your face. She pressed your cheeks. She stroked your aching mouth and tried to push her fingers into your mouth along with the dildo.
“Deeper,” she whispered.
You felt her thrusting the toy into your mouth. It was frightening, having this large foreign object in your mouth. You tried to hold it, but it was terrifying.
Ningning pushed harder. Yes,” she whispered.
The dildo tapped the back of your throat.
You couldn't take it. You pulled it out of your mouth, spluttering and gasping for breath.
“Jesus, Ningning,” you said, collapsing on the floor. “You're a psycho. I need to start sleeping with a gun or something.”
She laughed in utter pleasure.
God, the sound of her laugh was so delicious it was almost worth it.
You jumped on top of her on the bed, tearing the hoodie off, along with everything underneath it, in one motion. Now naked, she writhed beneath you in delight.
You placed both hands on her small breasts, circling the tight flesh around on her chest. You pinched her dark buds hard with anger. You sucked on her sensitive little nipples, loving the way her body jerked with every motion of your mouth.
“You better,” you said, in between small bites to her hollow stomach, “finger me for an hour now. Do you promise?”
Ningning said nothing.
You clasped her face between your hands, locking it in place. “I said, do you promise?”
“Okay okay okay,” Ningning said breathlessly, her eyes already watering.
You let go, satisfied.
-
Ningning kept her promise. In fact, she went far beyond what you asked for.
Tonight, she was some kind of sex god.
She let you ride her face as long as you wanted. Then she pushed open your legs and started fingering you while staring straight at your pussy. She pushed her fingers apart, stretching you out, then lapped at your hole with her tongue until you were dripping with her spit. She licked your clit until it was singing.
She started squeezing your nipple with one hand, while the other hand circled your clit to the exact same rhythm. By now, her hands were slipping and sliding from how crazily wet you were. You thought you'd never been so wet in your life.
God, she knew your body well. The problem was, she also knew just when you were about to orgasm.
“I'm done,” you moaned, tapping her arm. “Enough edging. Let me come. Let me come.”
It was nearly 3AM now, and the room was dark. You were naked, and you were getting cold and sore. You felt like snuggling up in your girlfriend’s arms and going to sleep.
Ningning let go of you, leaving you cold and empty.
“No,” she said. You saw the dark outline of her body above you.
You tried to rub your clit, just to push yourself over the edge, but she grabbed both your hands and pushed them over your head. She spread your legs even wider, so your weeping pussy lay open for her.
Suddenly, you felt that cold plastic tap your entrance again.
“Ningning?” you said. “What the hell? When did you even put the harness on?”
“If you want to come,” she whispered, “you have to come on my strap.”
Your head flopped back on the bed. “It won’t go in…” you moaned.
“Can’t we try?” she coaxed.
She flicked her hips so the strap tapped your clit. It felt incredible. You heard a loud moan escape your mouth.
“Hmm… you like that?” she said.
She tapped you again, and again. Each time, a spark shot to your clit and you heard yourself moan.
You got a weird feeling - like your whole body was begging to have that strap inside you. Like you would do anything to feel Ningning stretch you out.
“Ok,” you whispered. “We can try.”
Ningning massaged your knees, pulling your legs wider. You felt the dildo start to push inside you. Sparks of pleasure and pain radiated from your core.
You heard a lewd squelch as the tip slid inside you. It felt impossibly wide, like if you moved the slightest bit, you would either come or die.
Oh my god, you thought. How is there enough space in there for that?
“Woah,” Ningning said quietly, pushing in deeper. She squeezed your knees back to your shoulders.
You gasped at the strange, cold feeling. You could feel every muscle inside you fighting against the stiff surface of the plastic. You weren’t even sure if you liked it.
But then, Ningning started stroking her hands over your body, and it was ecstasy. You were stretched so tight, every inch of your skin felt sensitive like never before.
When she circled her palms over your nipples, your whole body shuddered. When she touched your clit, you felt your muscles tensing and it was a struggle not to come.
She pushed in much deeper now, and you felt a weird pain in your lower back, as well as a delicious feeling of fullness.
“Shit,’ you breathed. “I don’t think it can go any further.”
“I feel it too,” she said, her voice wavering. “Does it hurt?”
“If I tell you the truth, will you promise to be cool about it?” you said.
She nodded.
“Yes, it hurts,” you said. “But it also feels good. Maybe you could … move a bit?”
Ningning didn’t even tease you. She just pulled back, dragging the strap out of you, then thrust it back in. Each time she did this, fire ran down your spine.
"Turn around" she whispered, her fingers on your hips.
She pushed you onto your hands and knees, in a doggy position. It was a strange feeling, being in this position after so many years. You felt even colder and even more exposed. Only the heat of her hands on your skin kept you calm.
You felt her squeeze your hips tight, then the most incredible burn as she squeezed the strap into you from behind.
Ningning thrust into you slowly, while smoothing her cheek all over your back and pressing kisses to your bare skin. Her mouth felt hot and liquid against your back. It sent goosebumps all over your skin.
“Touch me,” you begged.
She pressed her thumb to your clit and started to draw slow circles as she moved her hips. The pleasure was almost too much.
Only a few moments later, you felt the pleasure build up between your legs then burst over your body. You threw your head back, sighing as you stiffened over the huge dildo. Ningning kept the strap inside you throughout your orgasm, lightly pinching your nipples and stroking your hair.
Eventually, you had to kick her off. You gasped as the strap slipped out and your pussy finally relaxed.
“Oh my god,” you sighed, adjusting the pillow under your head. “I can barely speak, and you haven’t even come yet.”
Only, Ningning wasn’t listening to you. She had removed the dildo, and was gripping it in her hand, staring at your slick which coated it entirely.
She pulled the huge thing closer to her lips. And then, to your shock, she pushed it into her mouth and started sucking your slick with wide, absent eyes.
She pressed your legs down onto the bed, and almost unconsciously, started grinding her pussy on your thigh. It felt hot and impossibly wet against your leg. The flesh of her chest and stomach jiggled a little as she moved.
Ningning sucked the strap, grinding on your thigh and massaging her nipples in the dark. Finally, she came all over your leg with a half-choked noise. It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.
She discarded the now clean instrument on the bed, and collapsed next to you.
“Ningning,” you whispered in shock. “I had no idea you were this into strap!”
“I know…” she said. “And I had no idea you were so into being impaled on my huge cock!”
You rolled your eyes. You were never living this down.
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݁ᛪ༙ synopsis what starts as casual, no-strings-attached hookups between you and karina turns messy fast when jealousy gets involved — especially after one party where both of you realize maybe neither of you was ever actually “casual” about this
݁ᛪ༙ disclaimer friend! karina yu x friend! fem reader, wlw, fluff, slowburn, jealousy, friends with benefits to lovers
݁ᛪ༙ a/n dare i say my way’s the bestest song of olivia’s entire new album alongside stupid song… also are we okay if i say that my way, bad idea and obsessed sit at the same table? #rockliviaforlife
“i need a distraction,” she said one night, sprawled across your bed like she paid rent there. “and you’re hot”
you snorted. “wow. romance is alive”
“i’m serious”
“so am i. that’s the worst confession i’ve ever heard”
karina laughed, kicking your leg lightly. “come on. we’re already flirting all the time anyway”
that part was true
it had been months of lingering touches, stupid late-night facetimes, karina stealing your hoodies and refusing to give them back. everyone around you already assumed something was going on
but neither of you wanted a relationship
at least, that’s what karina said
“no feelings,” she told you firmly that night. “no getting weird”
you should’ve known immediately that it was doomed because karina was terrible at being casual
casual didn’t usually involve her showing up at your apartment at midnight just because she “missed your face”
casual didn’t involve forehead kisses when she thought you were asleep
casual definitely didn’t involve her glaring anytime another girl got too friendly with you
still, neither of you acknowledged it
it was easier that way
until the party
the music was loud enough to shake the walls while colored lights flashed across crowded bodies. you’d lost karina almost twenty minutes ago, probably to winter or ningning somewhere near the kitchen
you were grabbing another drink when you spotted her and immediately wished you hadn’t
karina was sitting on the couch with some girl in her lap
not only that —
she was kissing her
your stomach dropped so fast it almost hurt
the worst part?
karina looked completely into it
one hand in the girl’s hair, rings glinting under the lights while everyone around them cheered dramatically
something ugly twisted inside your chest
jealousy
hot and instant
which was ridiculous, because technically karina wasn’t yours
you had no right to feel possessive
so you forced yourself to look away
“damn,” minjeong said beside you carefully, clearly noticing your expression. “you okay?”
you grabbed your drink tighter. “why wouldn’t i be?”
“…right”
you hated how obvious it apparently was
across the room, karina pulled away from the kiss laughing — and then her eyes landed on you
her smile disappeared instantly
for a second, neither of you moved
then karina stood up too quickly, gently pushing the girl off her lap
you looked away first
nope. absolutely not
you were not about to become the jealous girl crying over a situationship
so instead, you did something incredibly stupid
you turned toward minjeong
“wanna dance?”
her eyebrows shot up. “are you trying to make karina jealous right now?”
“no—“
“…you’re literally glaring at her”
you blinked. “am i?”
“yes”
“shit”
but minjeong let you drag her into the crowd anyway, laughing the whole time
and honestly?
at first it worked
you danced, joked around, tried ignoring the fact that karina’s stare was practically burning holes into the side of your head
then minjeong leaned close to say something
and impulsively, recklessly, you kissed her
just quick. just enough
the reaction was immediate
karia shoved through the crowd so fast people actually moved out of her way
her fingers wrapped around your wrist
“we need to talk”
you pulled back slightly. “why?”
karina stared at you in disbelief. “seriously?”
“what?” you snapped. “you were just kissing someone five minutes ago”
“that’s different”
you laughed sharply. “oh, okay. of course it is”
karina’s jaw clenched. “can you not do this here?”
“you started this here”
for a second she looked genuinely furious. then hurt
which caught you completely off guard
“just come with me,” she said quietly
against your better judgment, you did
karina dragged you into an empty bathroom upstairs before locking the door behind her
the second the music became muffled through the walls, the tension somehow got worse
karina turned toward you immediately
“what was that?”
you crossed your arms. “what was your thing with couch girl?”
“she didn’t mean anything”
“neither did minjeong”
karina scoffed. “bullshit”
“oh, so now we care?”
her expression cracked slightly
“you kissed her in front of me”
“and you kissed someone first”
she ran a frustrated hand through her hair. “yeah, and then you looked at me like i stabbed you”
your heartbeat stuttered
because she noticed. of course she noticed
you looked away first. “you’re imagining things”
“i know you,” karina said softly. “i know when you’re upset”
the gentleness in her voice made this ten times worse
you swallowed hard. “you said no feelings”
she went quiet
then ; “i know”
neither of you spoke for a moment
outside, bass vibrated faintly through the walls while karina stared at you like she was trying to solve something impossible
finally, she sighed
“i hated seeing you kiss her”
your chest tightened instantly
“why?”
karina laughed once under her breath, nervous for maybe the first time ever. “because i think i’ve been lying to myself”
your breath caught
she stepped closer carefully
“when you looked jealous earlier,” she admitted quietly, “part of me liked it”
“that’s evil”
“i know”
“but then you kissed minjeong and suddenly i felt insane.” karina shook her head, smiling helplessly. “like genuinely homicidal, actually”
you laughed before you could stop yourself
karina’s expression softened immediately at the sound
“i don’t want us to be casual anymore,” she whispered
the room suddenly felt too small
“karina…”
“i’m serious.” her voice turned quieter. “i don’t wanna watch you with other people”
your heart was beating so loudly you were sure she could hear it
“you’re the one who said relationships would make things complicated”
“they will”
“great pep talk”
karina laughed softly, stepping even closer now. “but i think you’re worth complicated”
and honestly?
that was probably the hottest thing she’d ever said
you tried hiding your smile. “you’re lucky i’m still mad at you”
karina grinned immediately. “so you are jealous”
“shut up”
“cute”
before you could argue again, she leaned down and kissed you
Don't Forget to kiss me, or else you'll have to miss me. winter x fem reader
(lowkey cringe but pls bear with me i write for joy not for awards </3)
Contents: winter x f!reader, headcanons, i have no idea how to tag lol, nothing too much, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, a bit angst if you squint, they bully each in their own special ways, they kind of hate each other at the start???, Valedictorian!reader, Troublemaker!winter, they are absolutely in love your owner, kissing, teasing, enemies to lovers, clichè but my they're clichè.
author's note: hai hai im kinda nervous first fic!!! but enjoyyyy *muah* also i absolutely suck at writing butttt felt like i needed put these thoughts out somewhere so lol :b alsooo NOT PROOFREAD MISTAKES WILL BE THERE.
꣑ৎ Valedictorian!Reader who used to constantly pray with all the fibres in her body, repenting for whichever sin she must've committed in her past life just to stay away from one person in her class—Kim Minjeong.
★ Troublemaker!Winter who used to find you so irritating because you were always so uptight about rules that she and her friends could never have fun when you were there (basically all the time).
★ Troublemaker!Winter who always made it a point to make fun of you or make your job harder by either messing things up during a school event or constantly making noise, throwing chits, and overall just being boisterous with her friends.
꣑ৎ This all stuff pissing Valedictorian!Reader off so she became even bitchier and uptight with minjeong and her clique, reporting them to teachers or ruining her image in lowkey important meetings
But like how it is said an eye for an eye, if you fired at minjeong for her academic performance, she absolutely butchered you for your social skills (or should i say skill issue?)
꣑ৎ Valedictorian!Reader who really didn't have any friends other than her StuCo members and jimin and yujin who well umm, also enjoyed spending time with other people (unlike your loner-ass) and so you would end up spend most lunches by yourself.
★ Troublemaker!Winter who used this as a perfect opportunity to make fun of you and publically humiliate you in the whole cafeteria for sitting by yourself on a corner table
꣑ৎ Valedictorian!Reader who would keep her eyes down and wish that the earth would either swallow her or that this period of her life would quickly end.
★ Troublemaker!Winter who would have that shit-eating smug smile on her face as if she wanted to tell you 'Guess who won this time loser??'
꣑ৎ Valedictorian!Reader who lost her shit and had her head spinning when she heard her name being announced with Kim Minjeong's for an upcoming project, bile rising till her mouth.
★ Troublemaker!Winter who started instantly making gagging noises to her friends—"oh no yallll im stuck with the stupid prissy loserrr wah-wah-wah." crying like a little baby (or so you thought she actually just stood there fuming).
꣑ৎ Valedictorian!Reader who stomped up to the teacher to fight with him and change her partner but being instantly dismissed as 'you needs to learn how to adjust.'
꣑ৎ Valedictorian!Reader who turned around to look at Troublemaker!Winter who looked right back at her, the smug smile still present, loud and proud on her face.
꣑ৎ Valedictorian!Reader who took a deep breath and promised that should would heavily keep this project work only.
꣑ৎ Valedictorian!Reader who took another deep breath when her promise starting slipping cause the fucking redhead wouldnt stop blabbing (or at least thats the lie you told yourself)
★ Troublemaker!Winter who made her life's next-big-agenda™ to make use of this time with you and irritate you more (what better thing does she have to do anyways? you're doing all the work right?)
"You wanna kiss me so bad you look stupid darling."
"Shit you're actually sincere?? I thought all that show was for good PR among teachers."
"Oh come don't tell me you're always such a prissy princess!"
"Can't handle even a little bit of trouble babe?"
"Come onnn, spare that laptop, look at me once, i promise i dont bite~"
"Unless, of course you, want me to."
꣑ৎ Valedictorian!Reader who was so mad and drilled her eyes into the laptop trying to finish some actual work unlike her counter-part who just sat there looking pretty and distracting.
꣑ৎ Valedictorian!Reader who actually started to notice minjeong a bit more when up close and couldnt help but realise how pretty minjeong's brown eyes actually were.
★ Troublemaker!Winter who looked around your room while lying down on your bed and started to notice little things about you, the bands you liked because of the vinyls and posters you had on your wall, the way you liked to arrange your things, how you always left the door slightly open when your parents weren't at home because you were scared, and of course of course there were the pictures. Pictures of your childhood, with your siblings, on vacation, or achievements you required (you had an entire wall full on medals and awards hanging on it). Troublemaker!Winter who had a little smile on her face, a genuine one.
"What?"
"Nothing."
꣑ৎ Valedictorian!Reader who eventually had to start making conversation because sitting like monks wasnt really an option.
★ Troublemaker!Winter who started talking about her favourite shows and places, finding out there is a lot in common between you two.
★ Troublemaker!Winter who learned your coffee order as few of your meet-ups started to happen at the coffee shop both of you liked.
꣑ৎ Valedictorian!Reader when you proudly showing her the number of the barista serving you both on your cup saying something like 'I told you I had game minjeong see this barista gave me her number!!!' you would exclaim in happiness of proving her wrong.
★ Troublemaker!Winter who would be internally fuming at this and sulks like a puppy in her chair.
꣑ৎ Valedictorian!Reader who would stop yapping seeing her all sulky and you would tilt your head.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." short and curt.
꣑ৎ Valedictorian!Reader who realised that minjeong is actually not that bad and pretty bearable to be around.
꣑ৎ Valedictorian!Reader who's shy and uptight nature completely disappears showing a more raw and real version of yourself to minjeong. Turns out to be you're actually quite yip-yappy when you're comfortable with someone, it being explained to minjeong why jimin-unnie and yujinnie liked to spend so much time with you.
★ Troublemaker!Winter who's smug and confident self is thrown completely out of the window as her stupid heart keeps on having weird flips and starts doing acrobats whenever you're around. Minjeong trying to delude herself into thinking its nothing and probably some symptoms to heart problems i guess (meaning she claims she would rather have a heart attack than admit that she actually likes you.)
"Why are you acting like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you cant stop looking at me? WAIT, ARE YOU RED OH MY GOD MINEJONG DO YOU HAVE A FEVER???"
"No its nothing just shut up and type on that laptop!"
She would quickly reply face burning as you caught her staring at you.
꣑ৎ Valedictorian!Reader who actually gets sad when she realises that the submission date is in a few days and minjeong will probably just go back to being a bully.
★ Troublemaker!Winter who noticed that despite doing nothing, you still wrote her name before yours on the project so she changed it write before submitting the draft to the teacher.
★ Troublemaker!Winter who cant sleep the night before your presentation, because she doesnt know how she'll get over not meeting you everyday anymore.
★ Troublemaker!Winter who despite this still claims she doesnt like yiur company.
★ Troublemaker!Winter who laughs to herself when she realises that shes thinking about you even when shes lying on her bed at night.
★ Troublemaker!Winter who is freaking out right before your presentation and is grabbing your shoulder and shaking you while giving you a pep-talk (you actually dont need one shes just kind of saying it to herself to calm herself down).
꣑ৎ Valedictorian!Reader who couldnt help but get lost in eyes of Troublemaker!Winter the entire time just smiling and nodding pretending that youre actually listening. (#she fell first).
★ Troublemaker!Winter who even after the project is over decides to fuck her image and reputation and hangs out with you. (she even made her whole group sit on your table during lunch).
★ Troublemaker!Winter who asked of you could tutor her (just to spend more time with you)
★ Troublemaker!Winter who learned bunch of uni-level chemical equations and started to recite them to you in order to impress you. she said them all wrong.
★ Troublemaker!Winter who finally accepted the fact that she liked you and in her mind changed her life's next-big-agenda™ from 'irritating you' to 'making you hers'.
★ Troublemaker!Winter who stops misbehaving when youre around and monitors herself more in the hopes that you might start liking her back (little does she know...)
★ Troublemaker!Winter who was now completely whipped for you and was ready to fight with whoever said anything bad about. (There were a lot of reports because you were one annoying ass StuCo member)
★ Troublemaker!Winter who would wait outside your class to help you carry your books. (#she fell first).
★ Troublemaker!Winter who would always make an excuse up to get you into her car.
"Uhhhh youre going to the library right..? That's like literally on the way to my house! .....want a ride?" (Her house is in fact in the other direction)
"There is this one really good ice cream shop couple of blocks away....wanna try? I-I HEARD TH-THEY HAVE REALLY GOOD VANILLA ICE CREAM!" (she has never been there)
"I got these flowers for you....they also had these movie tickets in them....i dunno who put them there...."
★ Troublemaker!Winter who thinks she's super slick and you have no idea that she likes you and shes gonna make you fall for her slowly and smoothly
꣑ৎ Valedictorian!Reader who totally knows that Troublemaker!Winter likes you and enjoys staying oblivious because its extremely cute to see minjeong blushy and stuttering instead of being an overconfident idiot.
꣑ৎ Valedictorian!Reader who got sick of minjeong beating around the bush so one day when she was again looking at you with those eyes which want so say something more but a mouth and brain which still chose "see ya." as the best option, you had enough of her.
Minjeong turned around and started walking towards the exit "Gonna miss you!" she yelled without turning around. Right before she reached the exit you called out to her—"Hey Kim!" She turns around slowly looking at you expectant, the hand which was holding onto the strap of her bag tightening around it.
"Hm?"
"You forgot something."
"Wha-? Wh-what did i forget???" she asked while haphazardly patting herself and looking around.
"No you dumbass, c'mere." Once she reaches you, you pull her down by the collar of her jacket until her face gets extremely close to you. She goes still, as if shes stopped breathing. You both stay like that for a while, trying to understand and process the feeling of being this close. You bite your lips lightly as you say, your voice a bit hoarse due to the tension—"You forgot to kiss me idiot."
Minjeong's eyes go wide, she literally couldnt believe what her ears heard.
"W-wha?"
"I said...", you started but your trailed off as you picked a book and covered both of your faces with it and looked back into her eyes.
"Kiss me."
You dont wait for an answer and join both of your lips together, but minjeong was completely frozen not responding to the kiss. Your eyes burst open as you instantly leave her and you start to overthink.
shit what if you read all the signs wrong?? were you delusional this whole time thinking that minjeong liked you?? oh my god—
Minjeong grabs your face, pulling you up closer to her, one of her arms snaking around your waist and the other one cupping your face. She starts the kiss exploratory, smiling into it but instantly deepens it. You let out a content sigh against her lips and and close your eyes again. Once both of you were breathless, you pulled away and you swear youve never seen minjeong with a brighter smile on her face.
you smile and give her a small wave. "Earth to Kim Minjeong?"
She snaps out of her daze.
"Y-yeah?"
"You will not miss me now, will you?
"Definitely not."
another author's note: teehee, thank you for reading till here i hope you all liked it!!! till next time *muah*
warnings: established relationship, nipple play, dryhumping, cumming in her pants
pairing: g!p!karina x fem!reader
note: #ireallyfuckingneedthat — not proofread btw.. i had a exam today n rushed this before taking it nd just rmb it was in my drafts
the only sounds in karina’s apartment were your breathing and the low hum of the movie on the tv—the one you should’ve been watching. her hands were firm on your waist as she brought you down onto her lap, your knees sinking into the cushions on either side of her hips.
she didn’t give you a chance to steady yourself before her lips were on you, one hand sliding beneath your shirt, the other gripping your thigh. her hand moved up further underneath until she was removing your bra, then your shirt all together.
karina looked up at you, her gaze heavy as her thumb circled your already swollen nipple. “god, you’re beautiful,” she murmured.
she leaned down, her breath warm against your skin before she latched onto you, sucking hard on your nipple while she pinched the other. “fuck…” you shuddered, sliding your hands to the back of her head and pulling her closer.
you could feel her getting hard beneath her sweats. her hips bucked against yours, slow and desperate. she pulled away only to kiss you again, her tongue deepening the kiss. her breath hitched against your lips as your hips moved with hers, grinding down.
“shit— baby, slow down,“ she breathed as her head fell back against the couch, her hands come up to your waist to steady you.
you started to pick up your pace, your head dropping onto her shoulder as you moaned softly against her skin. her hands stayed glued to your waist, guiding you against her.
“feels s’good…” she grunted, her grip tightening around you as she pressed lazy kisses down your neck.
you were close, the tension pooling between your legs, and you knew she was too with the way her fingers dug into your skin. her hips started moving in sync with yours, chasing the friction.
“fuck— im gonna… please don’t stop,” she breathed out, her words falling into a low moan the faster you moved. in a matter of seconds, karina came hard, staining her sweats. it didn’t take long for yours to follow just as hard. your hands clutch at her shoulders as you rode out your orgasm.
karina buried her face in your neck, breathing unsteady, her hands warm around your back. you stayed there for a moment, tangled together, slowly catching your breath. neither of you dared to move.
"Having a secret relationship isn'tall that great, especially when your girlfriend can't handle the constant jealousy she feels every time someone gets too close to you"
warnings - smut +18, g!p reader. possessive rina bc why not :)), reader is a nerd, but she's really beefy n big (i really want her to be a female version of clark kent), reader is a very pathetic sub (bc i wanted a woman bossing me :) a little size kink, unprotected sex (wrap that willy bro)
now playing - Crazy Over You, by BLACKPINK
"I'ma be mad 'till you get me back in them arms"
Theoretically, we shouldn’t get angry about things that are beyond our control. Of course, we might feel anger, resentment, hatred, sadness, or any other emotion like that—after all, we’re human. But technically, we shouldn’t feel frustration or hatred toward something we couldn’t change even if we tried.
Maybe that’s why Karina was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Meeting you while filming the first season of “Agents of Mystery” was like a blessing for Yu Jimin. It was as if something she’d been asking for for a long time had just come true, as if her wishes had once again aligned with the universe, making everything go according to what the Aespa leader wanted.
You were everything she’d asked for in her prayers. And she discovered this as she fell more and more in love with you.
At first glance, the first thing she noticed was that you were tall, with a chiseled face, broad shoulders, biceps visible through the fabric of your shirts, big thighs… muscles like those of a professional athlete—which she discovered was almost true after a few conversations, since you would have been a professional fighter if you hadn’t gone into acting. You were much bigger than she was, and as much as she wouldn’t admit it, that was one of the first things that made her instantly fall for you.
After your physical appearance came your personality. That whole intimidating image you projected crumbled the moment you opened your mouth to greet her and smile at her. Of course, she’d already seen you on TV, but seeing you up close was completely different. She began to love every detail about you, learning things she definitely didn’t know, and noticing things that made her legs go weak.
The first thing that brought the two of you together was your nerdy interests. Jimin was a huge nerd—and you? Twice as much, or even more. The two of you spent your breaks on set discussing anime, manga, superheroes, and whatever else came to mind. Jimin still remembers how enchanted she was by how excited you’d get every time you talked to her; she remembers how you’d adjust your glasses every time they threatened to slip off your nose, and how the veins in your forearm looked so tempting to her every time you pushed your glasses back up.
You were the only person who managed to break through the barriers of Aespa’s wonderful leader, Karina. You were the only one who managed to reach layers she’d never let anyone else reach. Someone with whom she truly felt safe and with whom she could share both the weight and the lightness of life.
You knew her as Yu Jimin, not as Karina.
And she fell in love with that like she’d never allowed herself to before.
But now, after two years, you were back together. The second season of “Agents of Mystery” was official and was being filmed with great enthusiasm. This time, you weren’t just friends chatting behind the scenes or a lifeline Karina clung to when she got scared during investigations.
You were officially a couple. So happy to be sharing your lives together. Unfortunately, not everyone knew about it, since the two of you thought it best to keep it a secret for the sake of your privacy and to avoid causing too much of a stir in the media and among your fans—even though your fans were already practically swearing you were married because of the number of “coincidences” you’d left in your wake.
You both smiled when you saw your castmates again, happy to be part of it all once more. Everything felt fresh, the challenges were a little tougher, the scares were much more terrifying and unpredictable, and you could have sworn you screamed so much that your throats were about to close up.
However, none of that was what was bothering Karina.
She swore to herself she wouldn’t overthink it; she swore she’d take a deep breath and that there was absolutely no reason for her to feel bothered. Even so, she couldn’t help but feel a burning sensation in her chest every time one of the girls interacted with you. A scare? Hyeri would cling to your arm. A loud noise? Gabee would hide behind you while clinging to your back. You solving a puzzle? Very long hugs and touches on your shoulders.
It was starting to annoy her.
Unfortunately, you were always the most oblivious to what was going on, and that was the only thing that made Jimin want to slap the back of your head and shake your shoulders until you woke up. Fortunately, she was handling it well, taking deep breaths as her stress melted away every time you approached her and gave her a little smile. Always proclaiming yourselves Karina’s inseparable duo during the challenges.
But even that wasn’t enough for what came next.
Honestly, no one thought anything of it—of course, no one knew the two of you were dating—just the team being nice to each other. But Karina—if you were in a cartoon, smoke would be coming out of her ears.
It started out simple, with each of you trying to solve the puzzle. The room was slowly falling silent as you looked around and began to think about how to make it work. You were completely distracted, thinking, trying to fit the pieces together in your head, truly trying to make sense of what they were giving you.
It was just a game at first; you didn’t even think anything they said could be serious. Then everyone started laughing when, amid the silence of the room, Hyeri let out a loud murmur as she looked in your direction.
“Aw, you’re so cute when you’re all focused!” Her words made everyone laugh, slowly distracting them from their previous goal—figuring out the answer to the scattered clues.
Your eyebrows shot up in surprise as you pointed at yourself just to make sure Hyeri was really talking to you.
“Me?” you murmured, making Hyeri laugh even more as she reached out to pat Gabee’s arm, as if you were a little baby monkey doing something cute.
“Yes, you!” She and the woman next to her laughed, as did the boys.
Dohoon laughed as he shook your shoulders, making you laugh too, while John and Yongjin laughed as they watched the interaction.
“She’s always so clumsy—we hardly ever get to see you this focused, yn,” Dohoon said for the first time, making you laugh and scratch the back of your neck in embarrassment.
“She’s like the female version of Clark Kent.” Hyeri’s words made Karina’s stomach sink.
“Our cute, clumsy nerd,” Gabee added, tapping the shovel on the ground where Karina was being buried.
The woman in the corner of the room seemed lost in thought—thoughts that were certainly not very friendly. Because Karina loved you with all her heart, and maybe that’s why she got so furious when other people noticed what only she wanted to have noticed. Because you were supposed to be just HER cute, clumsy nerd. She was the one who joked about how you could be a female version of Clark Kent—damn it, she’d said that to you the first time you two talked about comic books!
“Don’t you think so, Karina?” Hyeri’s voice snapped her out of her hazy thoughts, and all she could do was smile and nod in agreement.
But you should have noticed; you should have asked what was wrong with her. You thought it was just stress—it had been a busy day, and the recordings were taking a lot out of both of you. You drove home in silence, which was already very strange in itself. Jimin wasn’t usually quiet when she was with you. But that night she didn’t say a word in the car; she only answered when you asked her something, giving short, lifeless replies.
You drove her to her place, knowing she slept there every Friday—so you could enjoy the weekend together when your schedules were free. The ride there was strange; the arrival? Even more so. The strange fog hanging between you and your girlfriend didn’t seem to want to lift under any circumstances.
The elevator ride up was silent, just like the rest of the way, and when the two of you finally got home, Karina walked right past you, taking off her shoes and racing at the speed of light to the kitchen. A sigh escaped your lips when the reality of the moment hit you. She really was mad at you, since Karina’s "Olympic-level walking" only happened when she didn’t even want to look at your face.
“I love you, too.” The words came out of her mouth with a satisfying ease. And even if you weren’t paying attention, it always made your heart swell with love. “But I think you have to show me that you really love me, you know… with more than just words.”
And then, there she was. Your Jimin, striking that confident, seductive pose of Karina’s. You knew that deep down, it was all her—you were in love with her, not some random source. The smile on Jimin’s lips sent shivers down your spine, and before you even realized it, you were already nodding in agreement.
“Show me how much you love me, jagiya.” Her hand gripped your shirt, pushing you gently just so she could lean against the kitchen island counter.
With your help, Karina had enough momentum to climb onto the counter, spreading her legs so you could settle between them. Your hands quickly moved toward her skirt, sliding under the soft fabric just to reach her panties. Your fingers worked swiftly as you slipped the delicate garment off her body.
“Do you want to keep them for me for now?” Karina’s voice made your ears perk up, and you nodded in agreement as you slipped her panties into your back pocket. “Good girl. Now get down on your knees for me and do a good job, pretty girl.”
Her fingers were already tangled in your hair, and before you even realized it, her hands were guiding you downward. Pushing her skirt up at her waist, you had a front-row view of Karina’s most intimate parts. She was already soaking wet, ready for you without even much foreplay. Licking your lips, your eyes darted upward, silently asking for permission as you felt her grip on your hair tighten.
“What are you waiting for, jagiya?!” The sarcastic smile on her lips made you tremble. “Go on and take what’s yours.”
You didn’t wait for her to speak again. Your tongue traced her folds with mastery, drawing a loud, hoarse moan from the lips of the woman on top of you. She tasted fantastic—the perfect balance of salty and sweet that you’d learned you couldn’t live without. Karina could think whatever she wanted about anything, but you still couldn’t come to terms with how she could still be so insecure about your love for her.
Your tongue moved expertly up and down her slit before settling on her clit, brushing against that sensitive spot and making her moan loudly. Your hands—which had been on her thighs—moved up to caress her tits. Watching your desire, the woman on top of you laughed softly.
“Do you want to touch my tits, baby?" She smiled as she heard you moaning in desperation. “Say the magic words.”
“Please, babe. Please, please, please.” The words came out desperately, and Karina didn’t hesitate to quickly strip off the blouse she was wearing. Her nimble fingers unfastened the clasp of her bra, only to toss it over her shoulder afterward.
“Go ahead, jagiya. Show me how much you love me.” Her words turned your brain into practically mush.
Your hand reached blindly for her nipples, while your mouth kept working on her. With the new stimulation, your girlfriend moaned loudly, throwing her head back and scratching your scalp with her fingernails. Your hands expertly groped each of her breasts, giving her the kind of pleasure you’ve learned to give her over all the years you’ve been together.
When Karina’s legs began to tremble, her hands pulled at your hair, making you moan in pain and lift your head until your face—covered in her arousal—was right in front of hers. She laughed softly at you; your eyes were bright and teary, your hair was a mess, and you looked like the cutest mess she’d ever seen.
She never told you, but she loved seeing just how flustered she could make you with so little. It was incredibly amusing to her how you—practically a giant—could shrink so much in her presence. You were bigger than her in size, in muscle, in strength. But anything she did left you completely defenseless, like a tiny ant in her hand. So small that she could do anything without hearing a single complaint.
Her hands slid from your hair, carefully tracing down your neck, moving slowly and sinuously over your breasts, and heading straight for the bulge in your pants. Her head tilted automatically to the right, while the smile on her face began to grow wider and wider.
“Oh, my baby. Are you really this hard for me?” You nodded quickly, as if your whole life depended on the answer you’d give her. “But I barely touched you. Did you get like this just from giving me pleasure?”
“Yes, Rina.” You managed to stammer. “Damn, it’s just that you’re so hot that I...”
The sound of the zipper opening made your words die in your throat, and for a moment you froze, just waiting for her next move.
“Go on, jagiya. I want to hear how much you worship me, remember?” Her hands glided over the restrictive fabric of your clothes, and you almost fell backward when you felt her delicate hand on your cock.
“I… I…” Trying once more, your cheeks flushed red when nothing came out of your mouth.
The movements of your girlfriend’s hand on your most vulnerable area were simply intoxicating, and the way she looked at you was only making things worse. She was teasing you, making you stutter, driving you almost to tears with pleasure. She was petty, mean, and even annoying at times. But God, you’d never have the courage to leave this woman.
“Take that off. It’s getting in my way.” Her command caught you off guard; the disdain in her voice, however, only made you even more turned on.
“Yes, ma’am.” The smile on your girlfriend’s face widened when she heard the words come out of your mouth.
God, no matter how big you were, she loved how she could make you feel as small as an ant.
You pulled down your pants as if your life depended on it—and maybe it did, because you swore you were about to die from horniness. Karina’s eyes made you feel like defenseless prey, being hunted and ready to suffer at the hands of your hunter. Your breath caught briefly as she guided you to her entrance without saying a word—she didn’t need to; her eyes spoke for themselves.
“Rina, I…” The words died on your lips when your girlfriend guided you into her, pulling you closer so you could finally make love to her. “Damn!”
Your pupils dilated, your eyes closed, and you had to take a deep breath to keep from losing what little composure you had left. Jimin’s walls squeezed you like the eighth wonder of the world, and it felt as though she had been made especially and solely for you. Your shirt was sticking to your body—which, by this point, was covered in sweat—and that sensation of losing yourself completely in pleasure was making your head spin a million times over.
On the other side, completely surrendered to you, was her. Her expression might have been a little like yours—eyes closed, eyebrows slightly furrowed—in a way that seemed to express all the pleasure she was feeling—and her lower lip clenched between her teeth. Karina loved how you gave her pleasure with the smallest of gestures. Just having you inside her—and the sensation of your length filling her perfectly and hitting all the right spots—made her want to slip a ring on your finger and shout to the whole world that you are and always will be her girl.
She isn’t exactly the type to show it, but Karina is just as crazy about you as you are about her. She’d never let you go. Never. When she thinks of pleasure, sex is the second thing that comes to her mind, since whenever she thinks of true pleasure, she thinks first of all the ways you take care of her. Everything that makes her feel completely safe and grounded, all the displays of affection, all the support you give her in her career, everything you’ve always made a point of doing for her.
All of that made her feel intoxicated by you.
And then came the sex.
“Jagyia, is everything okay?”
Her eyes—which had been focused on the way you fit inside her—looked up to meet yours directly. She wanted to shower you with kisses, to tell you how cute and sexy you looked when you were worried about her pleasure. But she held back, merely nodding before letting out a sigh and clinging tightly to your neck—pulling you close.
“It’s okay, my beautiful girl. You’re so good to me.” Her words made you moan involuntarily, only getting more turned on by her choice of words. “Come on, make me feel loved, jagiya.”
Her legs wrapped around your waist as she pulled you even deeper inside her. Your moans echoed through the kitchen, and as she nodded quickly, you began your thrusts slowly.
The position was slightly awkward. Karina’s back wasn’t straight, and she wasn’t fully lying on the counter. She was bent over slightly, holding that position so you’d fit exactly where she wanted you. Her body weight was supported by you, since she’d wrapped her arms and legs around you. The slow rhythm made her sigh every time you pulled out—leaving just the tip—and then buried yourself inside her again.
“Damn, babe. You’re so beautiful!” Your hands, which had previously been resting on the counter, reached for Jimin’s face.
Your thumb gently traced your girlfriend’s cheekbones as you gazed at her lovingly. Her flushed cheeks, her slightly teary eyes, her open mouth with the sighs and moans escaping from it—it all just made her look like a goddess to you.
“Baby...” she stammered, trying to form a complete sentence only to discover that the sensation of your cock sliding inside her made her dumber than she thought.
“How could you think I’d want anyone but you, jagiya?” Your voice was hoarse with pleasure, and your girlfriend’s moans grew even louder as you began to quicken your thrusts.
Her legs tightened around you as she pulled you closer. Her grip on your neck tightened as she finally let her back rest completely against the counter, basically pulling you on top of her. Your shoulders rose like a wall over Karina’s body, and your arms positioned beside her head, trapping her completely beneath you.
“Say you’re mine, jagiya.” Karina’s whisper made you moan; knowing she was so ecstatic she could barely speak was the most pleasurable thing for you.
“Of course I’m yours, Jimin.” The fast pace made you sigh and moan loudly, while your girlfriend threw her head back, producing a dull thud that echoed through the kitchen. “Forever, babe.”
Karina’s hands slowly slid down until they reached your shoulders; her nails raked across your muscles as she felt the knot forming inside her womb. You weren’t much different, being stimulated nonstop not only by the sensation of being inside your girlfriend, but also by her moans, her hands on your body, and the way she kept looking at you.
Her mouth opened in a sly moan as her legs began to tremble; your thrusts continued at the same rhythm while your fingers immediately found her clit, wanting her to experience as much pleasure as possible. Her teary eyes quickly welled up before tears of pleasure began to fall from her eyes. Her nails scratched your back like a wild animal, and all you could do was accept it and make sure she was having one of the best orgasms of her life.
“Baby...” You nodded in acknowledgment, showing her she didn’t need to say anything because you knew her like the back of your hand. “Come with me, please.”
She tightened her grip around you, making it a little harder for you to move. A moan escaped your lips at how tight she was, and the knot in your stomach soon dissolved along with hers. The two of you were connected and trapped in a cloud of pleasure and ecstasy that you always reached together, but never grew tired of. Karina’s eyes rolled back while you bit your lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
As she felt your thick streams of hot cum inside her, Karina’s thighs trembled more violently than before, before her body began to calm down again. The kitchen was now filled with the heavy breathing of both of you. And time seemed to have slowed down completely for a minute.
At least until you heard Jimin’s laughter echoing through the kitchen.
“What are you laughing at in there, huh?!” As you poked her sides, Karina’s body jumped, both of you moaning because you were still connected and extremely sensitive.
“Yah! Don’t do that, you idiot!” Her hand shot up and slapped your shoulder. Her eyebrows furrowed, only to smooth out again as she looked at the little smile on your face.
“I love you.” Her smile widened again as she heard those words come out of your mouth. The sincerity you always managed to convey to her when saying those same three words would always have a profound effect on her. “And I would never even think of anyone other than you.”
“Never?” You shook your head.
“Never. We’re going to stay together until the end. And I’m going to be one of those old ladies who fight in line at the convenience store so you can cut in front of everyone.” Her laughter echoed through the kitchen, making you smile as you looked at her.
“That’s way too romantic to say when you’re inside someone.” The smile quickly faded from your face as you rolled your eyes.
“Geez, you always ruin the romantic moment, Jimin.” Noticing that you were getting ready to pull away from her, your girlfriend pulled you close again. A huge smile spread across her face as her hand reached up to brush the messy strands of hair from your face.
