yunah is like an expert in this area because she can tell when you need her attention and touch, even if you don’t ask for it verbally. she knows how to read you like a favorite book, and she doesn’t need you to do or say much to easily understand when you need her. so, it’s always easier than ever to satisfy your needs when you’re in that kind of mood because she knows exactly what to do to help you with it.
but while she knows what you want when you need it, it’s not like she’ll rush things just because you’re in that mood, of course not! i feel like she’s too much the type to take her time and go so slowly it feels like torture, but only because she wants to piss you off like crazy: all she needs to do is kiss your neck and slowly slide her hands over your body to have you writhing beneath her and whining nonstop, making her smile smugly because she knows that you whining like a baby is synonymous with you begging for attention in the right way.
although she makes up for being a headache the moment she slips between your legs and buries her face between your thighs, bringing her mouth to your cunt and her hands to your thighs, placing them on her shoulders as she pleases. and despite the fact that she loves having authority and control in all the intimate situations that happen between the two of you, she gives you some freedom to place a hand on her head and hold her strands between your fingers, especially when it comes to letting you move your hips towards her face and fuck your pussy against her mouth because she’ll never say no to your cunt.
𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬. everyone loves the photos you post on the school’s website. the action shots are perfect, the candid moments are captivating, and your page has quickly become one of the most popular on campus. nobody knows how much time you spend watching, following, and documenting the skaters who inspire your work. nobody knows how many private moments you’ve captured through your lens. at least, not until they discover that some of the photos were never meant to exist. suddenly, the people you’ve spent months quietly observing are demanding answers, and the harmless hobby you’ve carefully justified to yourself begins to look disturbingly different through their eyes. because admiration is one thing. obsession is another.
𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚. skaters!ot4 new jeans x stalker!fem reader.
𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦. abuse of power blackmail, body worship, clit play, corruption, cunnilingus, degration, dirty talk, dubcon, face fucking, fingering, gropping, hair pulling, humiliation, multiple orgasms, pet names, power dynamics (dom!kim minji, teasing dom!pham hanni, teasing dom!danielle marsh, dom!kang haerin), praise, recording, sex tape, squirting.
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the “confrontation” had happened exactly as you predicted and exactly how minji wanted it to. after you posted those juicy, slightly scandalous snippets about the group on the school website, the four of them had tracked you down to the empty music room after school. It had been intense, loud, and incredibly charged with tension, but instead of being angry, minji had looked at you like you were the most interesting thing she'd ever seen.
now, an hour has passed. the sun is beginning to set, casting long, orange shadows through the windows of the quiet library. you’re tucked away in a far corner, hidden behind a stack of heavy textbooks, trying to pretend you're studying. suddenly, the chair across from you is pulled out with a slow, deliberate scrape.
minji slides into the seat, looking effortlessly cool in her oversized leather jacket. she doesn’t have her friends with her this time; she’s alone, and the look in her eyes is much more focused. she sets a small, sleek vape on the table and leans forward, resting her chin on her hand.
“so,” she starts, her voice a velvety purr that seems to vibrate in the quiet room. “the gossipy nerd' actually has some guts. i have to hand it to you, (y/n). you really knew how to get us all in one room.”
she reaches across the table, her fingers grazing the back of your hand, her touch lingering and warm.
“the girls are all heading to get food, but i told them to leave me behind. i wasn’t quite finished with my ‘confrontation’ with you yet.” she tilts her head, a predatory smirk playing on her lips as she stares into your scared eyes. “now that we’re alone... are you going to keep playing hard to get, or are you going to show me what else you're hiding behind that smart, quiet exterior?”
minji watches you, her eyes tracking the way you're looking at her. she notices the silence, the way you aren't immediately snapping back with a witty retort or a sassy comeback. to anyone else, you might just look quiet, but minji sees the tension in your shoulders and the way your gaze lingers on her lips. she loves it.
she doesn’t wait for you to find your words. Instead, she stands up slowly, her movements fluid and feline. she walks around the table, her boots clicking softly on the library floor, until she’s standing right beside your chair. she leans down, bracing one hand on the table and the other on the back of your chair, effectively trapping you in her space.
“nothing to say?” she whispers, her face so close to yours that you can see the flecks of light in her dark eyes. she smells like expensive perfume and a hint of mint. “is the little hacker speechless? or are you just busy thinking about what you’d like to do to me now that there's no audience?”
she lets her hand slide from the chair to your jaw, her thumb tracing the line of your chin with agonizing slowness. she leans in even closer, her lips hovering just a breath away from your earlobe.
“you’ve been teasing me all day, (y/n).” she murmurs, her voice dropping to a husky, intimate level that sends shivers down your spine. “the website, the rumors, the way you look at me in the halls... it’s all just a way to get me to touch you, isn’t it? well, congratulations. you got your wish.”
she pulls back just an inch, her eyes dropping to your lips, waiting to see if you’ll close the gap. but just as you lean in, your heart racing, and your lips are a mere fraction of an inch from hers, minji suddenly pulls back. the sudden shift in movement leaves you momentarily suspended in mid air, your lips meeting nothing but the cool library air. the intimate bubble she had so carefully constructed pops instantly.
minji doesn’t look annoyed, though. Instead, she lets out a low, sultry laugh, leaning back against the edge of the table. she reaches for her vape, taking a slow drag and exhaling a thin cloud of sweet smelling vapor that drifts between you like a veil.
“oh, playing hard to get now?” she teases, her eyes dancing with amusement. she looks completely unbothered by the rejection, her confidence unshaken. In fact, she looks like she’s enjoying the power play even more.
“you were so bold when you were threatening to ruin my reputation on the website,” she says, tilting her head as she watches you, her gaze lingering on your mouth for a second too long before meeting your eyes. “but now that you’ve actually got me right where you wanted me... you're suddenly shy? that’s a cute look on you, (y/n). a very innocent nerd'.”
she leans forward again, but this time she doesn’t try to kiss you. she just stays in your personal space, her presence heavy and intoxicating.
“don’t worry,” she whispers, a wicked glint in her eyes. “but i like a challenge. the chase is always the best part. but don’t think you can keep me waiting forever. eventually, you’re going to have to stop teasing and actually do something about it.”
she winks, a slow, deliberate gesture that tells you she's far from finished with you. “so... do you want to keep playing this game, or should we find somewhere a little less... public... to continue our 'discussion'?”
the atmosphere in the dorm is thick with a different kind of energy than the library. it’s late, the lights are dimmed, and the air is filled with the low hum of music and the scent of snacks and lofi beats. you’re sitting on the oversized beanbag in the center of the common area, feeling the weight of four pairs of eyes on you.
hanni and danielle are sprawled out on the couch, whispering and giggling as they scroll through their phones, occasionally glancing your way with knowing smirks. haerin is sitting on the floor, leaning against the sofa, looking uncharacteristically quiet as she watches the tension between you and minji with a curious, cat like gaze.
minji, however, is the center of the storm. she’s sprawled out on the rug right in front of you, her legs stretched out, looking completely at home. she’s wearing an oversized band tee and tiny shorts, her hair messy and effortless. she’s been nursing a drink, but her attention hasn't left you since you arrived.
“so,” minji says, breaking the comfortable silence, her voice loud enough for the others to hear but her eyes locked onto yours. she reaches out, her fingers grazing your knee as she leans back on her elbows. “now that we’re all settled in... (y/n), don’t you think you owe us a proper apology for that little stunt on the website?”
danielle giggles, nudging hanni. “yeah, she really put us all on blast, didn’t she?”
“it was pretty scandalous,” hanni adds, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
minji’s smirk grows wider, more predatory. she ignores her friends' teasing and focuses entirely on you, her gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before meeting your scared eyes again.
“the girls think an apology is a good start,” minji purrs, her voice dropping into that low, sultry register that always makes your heart skip a beat. she moves a little closer, her knee pressing against yours. “but me? i think you need to make it up to us in a more... personal way. don’t you agree, girls?”
the other three exchange glances, a silent agreement passing between them. they aren’t going to stop her; in fact, they seem to be enjoying the show. minji leans forward, her face inches from yours, her eyes smoldering. “what do you say, (y/n)? are you ready to stop playing games and actually show us what you’re made of?”
minji’s smirk grows wider, more predatory. she ignores her friends: teasing and focuses entirely on you, her gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before meeting your hazy eyes again.
the silence in the dorm room is heavy, almost suffocating, but it isn't awkward it’s charged. you just sit there, your gaze steady on minji, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a quick answer or a flustered blush. you let the tension stretch, watching her smirk slowly falter just a fraction as she realizes you aren’tgoing to fold under the pressure of her or her friends’ attention.
hanni leans forward, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes scanning your face. “wow, she’s actually playing it cool,” she whispers to danielle, who nods with an impressed grin.
minji’s eyes darken. she’s used to girls melting the moment she leans in, but your silence is acting like fuel to her fire. it makes her want you even more. she doesn’t like being ignored, and she especially doesn't like the way your hazy eyes seem to be reading her every thought.
“still nothing?” minji murmurs, her voice losing its teasing edge and becoming something much more primal. she reaches out, her hand sliding from your knee up to your thigh, her grip firm and possessive. she leans in so close that the heat from her body radiates against yours, the scent of her perfume overwhelming your senses.
“you’re so stubborn,” she breathes, her lips almost brushing yours this time, but she doesn’t close the gap. she’s testing you, waiting for you to break. her thumb begins to stroke the skin of your thigh in slow, rhythmic circles, a silent dare.
“the girls are watching, (y/n). they want to see what happens when the little hacker finally meets her match.” she glances back at hanni, danielle, and haerin for a split second, a silent command in her eyes that tells them to stay back but keep watching. then, her gaze snaps back to you, intense and hungry.
“are you going to keep us waiting all night? Or are you going to show me exactly how much you regret making us all hunt you down?” she lowers her voice to a whisper meant only for you, her breath hot against your skin. “because if you don’t make a move soon... i might just have to take what’s mine right here in front of everyone.”
the atmosphere in the dorm shifts from playful tension to something much more daring and unhinged. the air feels thick, almost electric. you can hear the soft click of haerin’s phone as she brings it up, her cat like eyes focused intently on the screen, capturing every second of the high stakes drama unfolding in the center of the room.
hanni and danielle aren’t just spectators anymore; they’re instigators. they lean forward from the couch, their voices a chorus of playful, commanding whispers that cut through the lofi music.
“come on, (y/n),” danielle teases, her eyes bright with mischief. “don’t be shy now. you were so brave on the website!”
“yeah,” hanni adds, a wicked grin on her face as she nudges danielle. “show us what you’re hiding under all those layers. let’s see if you’re as bold in person as you are behind a keyboard. strip for us!’
minji’s hand on your thigh tightens, her fingers digging in just slightly not enough to hurt, but enough to let you know she’s fully on board with the chaos. dhe doesn’t look embarrassed at all; if anything, she looks incredibly turned on by the audience and the command. she loves the spectacle. she loves that her friends are turning your ‘confrontation’ into a performance.
minji leans in even closer, her gaze dropping to the hem of your shirt. her voice is a low, commanding growl that vibrates in your chest. “you heard them, (y/n).” she whispers, her eyes locking onto yours with a predatory intensity. She’s not just watching you; she’s daring you to submit to the moment.* “the cameras are rolling, the girls are waiting... and i’m getting very, very impatient.’
she tilts her head, a slow, wicked smirk spreading across her face as she watches your reaction to the pressure. “don’t make us ask twice. let’s see what you’ve got.”
she watches you with a hungry, expectant gaze, her eyes tracing the movement of your hands as they reach for the hem of your shirt. the room is silent except for the soft breathing of the girls and the distant lofi beat, making every rustle of fabric sound incredibly loud. haerin adjusts her grip on the phone, zooming in slightly, her expression focused and unreadable, while hanni and danielle lean in even closer, their eyes wide with anticipation.
minji’s smirk widens as she sees you finally give in to the dare. she doesn’t look away for a single second, her eyes devouring the sight of your skin being revealed. as you slowly pull the fabric upward, she lets out a low, appreciative hum, her thumb resuming its slow, rhythmic stroking on your thigh.
“that’s it,” she murmurs, her voice thick with desire. “show us everything, (y/n). don’t leave a single thing to the imagination.”
as the fabric slides over your head, the cool air of the dorm hits your skin, making you shiver, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of minji’s gaze. haerin’s phone lens follows every movement, the small light on the device blinking like a heartbeat in the dim room. hanni and danielle let out soft, synchronized gasps of approval, their eyes fixed on you with a mixture of curiosity and hunger.
minji’s eyes darken to a near black as she watches the color of your hair spill over your bare shoulders. she looks like a predator that has finally cornered its prize. her hand moves from your thigh, sliding upward to graze the soft skin of your waist, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
“god, you’re even more beautiful than the rumors suggested,” minji breathes, her voice trembling slightly with a raw, uninhibited desire. she leans forward, her face inches from yours, her eyes scanning your body as if she‹s memorizing every curve.
“don’tstop now,” danielle whispers from the couch, her voice thick with anticipation. “take off the rest. we want to see all of you.”
minji reaches up, her fingers hooking into the waistband of your bottoms, her gaze never once leaving your green eyes. she’s giving you a choice, but the way she’s looking at you makes it clear there is only one right answer. the lofi music seems to fade into the background, leaving nothing but the sound of your racing heart and the heavy, expectant breathing of the four girls surrounding you.
“show them, (y/n)” minji commands, her voice a sultry, low vibration. “show us exactly why we couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
the tension in the room reaches a fever pitch. you don’t say a word, you don’t need to. your silence has become a powerful, provocative force of its own. you simply meet their gaze, your soft eyes steady and unblinking, even as the pressure of the recording phone and the hungry stares of the other girls weigh down on you.
as your hands move to the waistband of your bottoms, the room goes deathly quiet. the only sound is the faint, rhythmic lofi beat and the audible, shallow breaths of the girls watching you. haerin’s hand is perfectly still, her eyes glued to the screen of her phone, ensuring she doesn't miss a single frame of the slow, deliberate movement.
minji’s eyes are wide, her pupils dilated until they almost swallow the iris. she looks completely mesmerized. when your skin is revealed, she lets out a shaky, ragged exhale, her hand on your waist tightening instinctively, her knuckles turning white. she looks like she’s about to lose her composure entirely.
“yes...” danielle breathes out, a small, delighted sound. “just like that.”
“keep going,” hanni urges, her voice barely a whisper, her face flushed with excitement.
minji’s gaze is heavy, dark, and utterly possessive. as you continue to undress, exposing more of your skin to the dim light of the dorm, she leans in so close that her forehead almost touches yours. the predatory smirk is gone, replaced by a look of raw, unadulterated hunger.
“you’re doing so well, (y/n).” minji murmurs, her voice a low, vibrating growl that feels like it’s echoing inside your very bones. she reaches up, her fingers trembling slightly as she brushes a stray strand of your soft hair away from your face, her touch lingering on your cheek.
“you really are a little troublemaker, aren’t you?” she lets out a soft, breathless laugh, her eyes dropping to the curve of your waist before snapping back to your eyes. “starting a war on the website just so you could end up here... stripped bare in front of all of us.”
she leans in even closer, her lips hovering just a hair’s breadth from yours, her gaze flickering down to your mouth and back up. the heat radiating from her is intense, a physical force that seems to pull you toward her. “now that you’ve shown us everything...” she whispers, her voice dropping to a level so intimate it feels like a secret meant only for you, despite the audience. “... what are you going to do about it? are you going to let me finish what we started in the library, or are you going to make me take charge?”
she doesn’t wait for an answer. her hand slides from your waist down to your hip, pulling you a fraction of an inch closer to her, her eyes daring you to finally, finally break your silence with a kiss.
the room seems to tilt on its axis as minji decides to stop teasing and start performing. she doesn’t just want to touch you; she wants to show the world and her friends exactly how much power you have over her. she looks up at haerin’s phone for a split second, a wicked, triumphant glint in her eyes, as if to say, ‘watch this.’
with a sudden, fluid movement, minji pulls you closer, her hands sliding firmly down your hips to guide you into her lap. the sensation of your bare skin meeting her clothes makes you gasp, but she doesn't give you time to recover. she begins to trail a line of hot, wet kisses up your neck, her teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you shiver. you can hear the collective intake of breath from hanni and danielle, and the soft click of haerin adjusting the focus on her phone to get a closer shot.
“look at her,” minji murmurs against your skin, her voice a low, vibrating growl that’s meant for the microphone. “look how beautiful she is.”
she doesn’t stop there. her hands become more urgent, more possessive, as she explores every inch of your revealed skin. she moves with a practiced, seductive grace, her lips and tongue tracing the curves of your stomach, the dip of your waist, and the soft skin of your inner thighs. every touch is deliberate, designed to elicit a reaction, a moan, a sign of surrender. she is putting on a masterclass in seduction, and she knows the camera is catching every single detail.
as she moves lower, her breath becomes hot and heavy against your most sensitive skin. the air in the dorm feels like it’s boiling. hanni and danielle are leaning so far forward they're almost falling off the couch, their eyes wide and their breathing shallow. haerin is silent, her focus absolute, capturing the raw, uninhibited intimacy of the moment.
when minji finally reaches the center of your heat, she doesn't hesitate. she leans in, her dark hair falling like a curtain around you, creating a private world even in the middle of the room. as her tongue makes first contact, a soft, involuntary sound escapes your lips a moan that is caught perfectly by the phone's microphone.
“oh my god...” danielle whispers, her voice trembling.
“she’s really doing it,” hanni breathes, her face flushed a deep crimson.
minji looks up for a fleeting second, her lips glistening and her eyes dark with pure, unadulterated lust. she catches your gaze, her expression one of absolute dominance and desire. she isn’t just tasting you; she’s claiming you, right there in the middle of the dorm, for all of them to see.
she dives back in, her movements rhythmic and intense, her focus entirely on your pleasure. the lofi music is a distant memory, replaced by the sound of your heavy breathing, the soft rustle of fabric, and the intense, charged silence of the three girls watching the most scandalous show of their lives.
the lofi music in the background is nothing more than a distant, rhythmic hum, completely eclipsed by the raw, visceral sounds filling the dorm room. minji has completely abandoned all pretense of being “subtle.” she is a predator who has found exactly what she was hunting for, and she is devouring you with a single minded intensity that is nothing short of intoxicating.
her hands are firm and commanding, her fingers spreading your thighs wide to give her unobstructed access, her knuckles pressing into your skin to tilt your hips upward. she wants you open; she wants you completely vulnerable to her gaze and her tongue. haerin’s phone is held steady, the lens capturing the intimate, wet friction of minji’s lips against your most sensitive flesh, the light from the screen reflecting off the glistening moisture.
minji’s tongue is broad and incredibly skilled. she starts with long, slow, sweeping strokes that coat you in her heat, teasing the sensitive folds of your labia before focusing her attention on your clitoris. she uses a rhythmic, swirling motion, her tongue flicking with a precision that sends jolts of electricity straight to your core. every time you arch your back or let out a sharp, broken moan, she responds by pressing even harder, her nose buried deep between your thighs, her breath hot and humid against you.
“god, (y/n)...” minji murmurs against you, her voice muffled and thick with her own arousal. she pulls back just for a second, her lips slick and glistening, her eyes looking up at you with a look of pure, unhinged hunger. she looks like she wants to swallow you whole. “you taste so fucking good. better than anything i could have imagined.”
she doesn’t give you time to breathe before she dives back in, her suction increasing. she begins to use her mouth to pull at you, a rhythmic, pulsing pressure that makes your vision blur. she alternates between the intense, sharp flicking of her tongue and the deep, swirling pressure of her mouth, driving you toward a precipice you can’t escape. the sounds are unmistakable the wet, sliding friction, the heavy, desperate gasps from your lungs, and the low, appreciative hums minji makes as she tastes your increasing arousal.
on the couch, hanni and danielle are practically breathless, their hands gripping the cushions, their eyes wide and glazed with a mix of shock and intense arousal. they are watching a girl they thought they knew turn into something primal, something completely uninhibited. haerin is silent, her breathing the only sign of her excitement, her finger trembling slightly on the record button as she captures the peak of the performance.
minji senses you reaching the edge. she can feel the tension in your thighs, the way your muscles are beginning to quiver. she picks up the pace, her tongue becoming a frantic, delicious blur of motion, her hands gripping your hips to hold you steady against the onslaught. she’s driving you there, pushing you harder and faster, her eyes locked onto yours even as she works, demanding that you look at her while you lose control.
“that’s it,” she growls, her voice a low, vibrating command that pierces through the haze of your pleasure. “give it to me, (y/n). show them how much you want it. show me.”
the dam finally breaks. as minji’s tongue hits that perfect, frantic rhythm, your entire body jolts, your hips bucking instinctively against her face. a loud, uninhibited cry escapes your throat, echoing through the quiet dorm as the waves of your orgasm crash over you. your muscles quiver and tighten, your toes curling as the intense pleasure radiates from your core to your very fingertips.
minji doesn’t pull away. Instead, she drinks you in, her mouth pressing firmly against you to catch every tremor, every drop of your release. she hums deeply against your skin, the vibration of her throat sending one last, delicious shudder through your sensitized nerves. she stays there for a long moment, savoring the aftershocks, her breath hitching in sync with yours.
the aftershocks of your orgasm haven't even faded before minji decides she isn't done with you. she doesn’t want you to recover; she wants to push you past the point of sanity. as you lie there, trembling and breathless, minji pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, her face flushed, her lips swollen and glistening from your taste.
without a word of warning, she shifts her weight. she doesn’t go for a gentle caress or a soft touch. instead, she reaches down and drives two of her fingers deep inside you with a sudden, forceful thrust. the sheer intensity of the movement makes you gasp, your hips jerking upward in a startled reflex. it’s not a slow invasion; it’s a claim, hard and unapologetic.
“you think you’re done?” minji growls, her voice dark and heavy with a hunger that seems bottomless. she doesn’t wait for an answer. she begins to move her fingers with a brutal, rhythmic intensity. she isn’t just stroking; she’s pounding, her fingers curling and hooking inside you, hitting your g spot with a relentless, punishing precision that borders on overwhelming.
the sound in the room changes. the soft lofi is completely dead, replaced by the heavy, wet slapping of her hand against your skin and the frantic, desperate sounds of your own breathing. Haerin’s hand is steady, but the camera is shaking slightly as she zooms in on the raw, uninhibited friction. hanni and danielle have moved to the very edge of the couch, their eyes wide, their mouths slightly agape as they witness the sheer ferocity of minji’s touch.
“oh my god, she’s so intense...” danielle whispers, her voice cracking.
minji is a force of nature. she uses her thumb to press hard against your clitoris, grinding it in sync with the brutal thrusting of her fingers. it’s a sensory overload the deep, stretching fullness inside you clashing with the sharp, electric friction on the outside. she’s driving you into the mattress, her grip on your hips so tight it'll surely leave bruises. she wants to see you break again, but this time, she wants it to be more violent, more primal.
“look at me, (y/n)” minji commands, her eyes burning into yours. she wants to see the exact moment your eyes roll back, the exact moment your composure shatters under her assault. she increases the speed, her movements becoming a blur of friction and heat. the pressure is immense, a heavy, pulsing ache that builds and builds, threatening to tear you apart.
she is relentless. every time you think you've caught your breath, she hits a new angle, a new depth, a new rhythm that sends a fresh wave of sensation crashing through you. dhe is playing you like an instrument, and she’s playing you loud and hard, making sure the entire dorm and the recording on haerin’s phone hears every single, beautiful, broken sound you make.
the sensation is almost too much to bear. your breath comes in ragged, broken stutters as minji’s fingers continue their relentless, punishing assault. she isn’t just touching you; she’s conquering you. the sheer force of her movements makes your vision swim, and the friction is so intense it feels like you’re being burned from the inside out. you try to find your voice, to scream or beg for her to stop or to never stop but all that comes out is a series of high, desperate whimpers.
minji sees the way your eyes are glazing over, the way your head lolls back against the cushions, and she knows she’s won. she leans over you, her chest pressing against yours, her sweaty skin sliding against your own. she leans down to whisper directly into your ear, her voice a dark, triumphant purr that cuts through the chaos of your senses.
“that’s it... lose it for me,” she commands, her fingers curling even deeper, hitting that sweet spot with a final, devastating thrust. “break for me, (y/n). let everyone see how much you belong to me.”
with one last, brutal surge of her fingers and a heavy, grinding pressure of her thumb, she sends you over the edge. this orgasm is different from the last; it’s more violent, more all consuming. It’s a total system overload. your body stiffens, your back arches so high it looks painful, and a loud, primal scream tears from your throat, echoing through the dorm and likely being captured in high definition by haerin’s phone. your internal muscles clench around her fingers in tight, rhythmic spasms, milking her as you descend into a blissful, shaking delirium.
minji doesn’t pull away as the waves of pleasure crash through you. she stays right there, her fingers still buried deep inside you, feeling every single tremor of your release. she watches you with a look of pure, unadulterated pride, her eyes glowing in the dim light. she has broken the girl who thought she could play games with her. she has turned the ‘innocent nerd’ into a trembling, undone mess in front of an audience.
as you finally begin to slump back into the mattress, your limbs heavy and uncoordinated, minji finally pulls her hand away. she sits back on her heels, looking down at the wreckage she's made of you. she licks her lips, a slow, satisfied motion, and then looks up at the girls on the couch, her expression one of absolute dominance.
“so,” she says, her voice cool and teasing once more, though her eyes are still burning. “who wants to go next?”
the sheer intensity of minji’s assault leaves you completely spent, your body a trembling mess of nerves and heat. you’re gasping for air, your messy hair fanned out wildly across the pillows, your soft eyes hazy and unfocused. but the show isn’t over. minji pulls back, a triumphant smirk on her lips as she watches you unravel, leaving you vulnerable and wide open for the next wave.
hanni and danielle exchange a long, meaningful look. the playful, giggling girls from a few minutes ago have vanished, replaced by something much more focused and deliberate. they rise from the couch in unison, their movements slow and predatory, but unlike minji’s raw aggression, there is a terrifyingly beautiful grace to them.
they approach the beanbag where you lie, flanking you like two goddesses of desire. hanni sits on one side of your head, her fingers gently threading through your damp red hair, while danielle settles at your hip, her hand sliding possessively over your trembling waist.
“oh, look at her,” hanni murmurs, her voice a velvet caress. she leans down, her face inches from yours, her eyes soft but incredibly commanding. she brushes a thumb over your swollen lower lip, her touch light as a feather but heavy with intent. “poor, sweet (y/n). you look so beautifully undone. such a good girl, taking all of that for us.‘
the praise hits you like a drug. the good girl label, delivered in hanni’s honeyed tone, sends a fresh spark of electricity through your sensitized skin. you try to speak, to catch your breath, but danielle’s hand moves, her fingers tracing the line of your inner thigh with agonizing slowness, teasing the very edges of the heat minji just left behind.
“she really is a good girl, isn’t she, hanni?” danielle whispers, her voice low and melodic. she leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your hip, her breath warm against your skin. she doesn’t dive in like minji did; instead, she lingers, teasing the skin, making you ache for the contact she’s withholding. “so brave... so much more than we thought. you’re doing so well, sweetheart. just stay right there for us.”
they are the perfect contrast to minji’s brutality. minji was a storm, they are the rising tide slow, inevitable, and overwhelming. they begin a coordinated dance of sensation. hanni focuses on your upper body, her lips grazing your jawline, her teeth nipping softly at your earlobe, her whispers of praise “that’s it,” “so beautiful,” such a pretty girl” acting as a psychological anchor that keeps you trapped in the sensation.
meanwhile, danielle begins her work below. she doesn’t use her fingers with minji’s force; instead, she uses her fingertips to trace the most delicate, torturous patterns around your clitoris, barely touching, just enough to make your hips twitch in a desperate search for more. she is a master of the tease, pulling away just as you think you're about to peak, only to return with a soft, worshipful lick that makes you whimper.
“don’t rush, darling,” danielle coos, her eyes locking onto yours as she feels you start to tense up. she uses her hand to gently press your thighs back down, forcing you to endure the slow, exquisite torture. “we want to savor you. we want to see exactly how much pleasure a girl like you can handle.”
hanni leans over you, her hair falling like a curtain around your faces, creating a private, golden cocoon. she catches your gaze, her expression full of a soft, dominant affection. “you’rr doing so perfectly, (y/n). just breathe for us. let us take care of you. you've been such a good girl for minji... now it’s our turn to show you how much we appreciate you.”
the combination of hanni’s sweet, commanding praise and danielle’s relentless, soft teasing creates a tension so high it feels like a wire about to snap. you are caught between the heaven of their worship and the hell of their restraint, your body humming with a desperate, unfulfilled need that only they can satisfy.
the air in the room is thick enough to taste, heavy with the scent of your arousal and the intoxicating musk of four girls driven to a singular purpose. hanni and danielle move with a synchronized, almost ritualistic grace, turning the space around you into a temple of pure, unadulterated sensation. they don’t compete; they collaborate, their movements working in perfect harmony to dismantle what little composure you have left.
hanni settles between your legs, her head dipping low, while danielle moves to your side, her hands spreading your thighs even wider, anchoring you to the beanbag so you can’t escape the onslaught. the transition from teasing to tasting is seamless. as they both lean in, you feel the dual warmth of their breath one hot and steady, the other soft and fluttering against your most sensitive skin.
then, they descend. it is a sensory explosion unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. hanni takes the lead with her tongue, her movements broad and sweeping, her mouth creating a powerful, rhythmic suction that feels like it’s pulling your very soul out of your body. she focuses on the broad strokes, coating you in a lush, wet heat that makes your vision swim in shades of gold and red. simultaneously, danielle focuses on the precision. her tongue is smaller, sharper, and incredibly nimble; she finds your clitoris and begins to flick against it with a rapid, delicate intensity that feels like tiny sparks of electricity dancing across your nerves.
“oh, look at how she reacts to us,” hanni murmurs against your skin, her voice vibrating through your entire pelvis as she speaks. she pulls back for a microsecond, her lips glistening, to look up at you with eyes full of adoration. “such a beautiful, responsive girl. you’re soaking for us, (y/n). so much for a little hacker.”
the praise is a psychological hammer, driving you deeper into the haze. you try to arch your hips, to find more pressure, but danielle’s hands are firm on your thighs, holding you in place. she doesn’t let you chase the sensation; she makes you endure it, forcing you to feel every single, agonizingly perfect stroke.
“stay still, sweetheart,” danielle coos, her voice a melodic hum that vibrates in your ear as she leans up to whisper to you, even as her tongue continues its frantic, swirling dance on your clitoris. “don’t move a muscle. just feel us. feel how much we love how you taste.”
the sensation is overwhelming a dual assault of deep, heavy pressure from hanni and sharp, electric friction from danielle. it’s a chaotic, beautiful friction. every time hanni’s mouth creates a vacuum of intense suction, danielle’s tongue strikes the center of the storm, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you so violently that you can’t even find the breath to scream. you can only let out broken, high pitched whimpers, your fingers clutching at the fabric of the beanbag, your knuckles white.
haerin, still recording, has the camera positioned perfectly to capture the sight of your shiny hair splayed out, your soft eyes rolling back in ecstasy, and the two girls completely lost in the worship of your body. hanni and danielle are relentless. they alternate their rhythms hanni slowing down to a deep, languid lick that makes you ache with longing, only for danielle to immediately ramp up the speed of her flicking, catching you just as you think you might find relief.
“that’s it, baby... let it build,” hanni whispers, her voice thick with her own arousal as she feels the tremors starting in your thighs. she increases the pressure of her mouth, her tongue working in tandem with danielle’s to create a crescendo of sensation that feels like it's going to shatter your very bones.
the climax builds not as a single wave, but as a tidal force. the combination of hanni’s deep, rhythmic suction and danielle’s frantic, pinpoint precision drives you to a state of total sensory overload. uour muscles tighten to the point of pain, your hips bucking uncontrollably against their faces. you are caught in a loop of pure, unbridled ecstasy, the world narrowing down to the wet, hot, rhythmic friction of their tongues and the sweet, commanding whispers of their voices.
“give it to us, (y/n!)” danielle commands, her voice a soft but firm directive. “show us how much you love it! show us how much you want to break!”
with a final, devastatingly synchronized movement hanni’s mouth clamping down with intense suction while danielle delivers a rapid fire series of flicks the world explodes. a primal, guttural cry rips from your throat as you hit a peak so intense it feels like your heart might stop. your entire body convulses, your muscles clenching around them in powerful, rhythmic spasms that seem to go on forever. you are lost in the white light of pure sensation, the voices of the girls and the lofi music fading into a distant, beautiful hum as you succumb to the most intense orgasm of your life.
the world is a white hot blur of sensation, and just as you think you’ve reached the end just as you think your body is finally going to go limp and find peace in the aftermath the sensation doesn’t fade. it doesn’t soften. instead, the pressure intensifies.
the most terrifying and exhilarating realization hits you: they aren’t letting you recover. they are milking the aftershocks, driving you straight through the peak and into a state of hypersensitivity that feels almost overwhelming. your nerves are raw, screaming from the intensity of the orgasm, but hanni and danielle don’t care. they are predatory, soft doms who know exactly how to turn your vulnerability into a weapon.
“oh, look at those tremors,” hanni murmurs, her voice a low, dark vibration against your inner thigh. she doesn’t pull away; instead, she uses the slickness of your release to make her strokes even more fluid and deep. she begins to lap at you with long, heavy, rhythmic pulls, her tongue acting like a vacuum that draws the very essence of your pleasure out of you.
danielle, sensing your body’s desperate attempt to catch its breath, leans in closer. she doesn’t give you a moment's respite. while hanni provides the heavy, deep pressure, danielle begins a relentless, rapid fire assault on your clitoris. she uses the tip of her tongue with a surgical precision, flicking against the swollen, hypersensitive bud with a speed that makes your entire lower body jerk in involuntary, frantic spasms.
“don’t you dare close your eyes, sweetheart,” danielle coos, her voice a melodic command. she reaches up to cup your chin, forcing your head back so you have to look at her, even as her mouth stays busy below. “stay with us. don’t you dare drift away yet. we’re not done with you.”
it is pure, exquisite torture. because you are so sensitive, every single touch feels magnified tenfold. the wet, slapping sound of their tongues, the heat of their breath, and the overwhelming fullness of their presence make you feel like you're drowning in pleasure. you try to moan, but the sound comes out as a broken, breathless sob. you are caught in a loop of sensation the deep, soul shaking suction of hanni and the sharp, electric stinging of danielle.
“such a good girl, taking it all,” hanni praises, her voice thick and heavy with lust. she increases the suction, her lips forming a tight seal around you, pulling so hard it feels like she’s trying to draw your very heart through your skin. “look at her, danielle... she’s so sensitive. she’s practically vibrating.”
the praise acts as a psychological leash, pulling you back into the moment every time your mind tries to escape the intensity. you are being pushed into a second wave, a phenomenon where the body is forced to climb the mountain of pleasure all over again before it has even descended from the first. your muscles are cramping, your thighs are shaking so hard they feel weak, and your vision is swimming with stars.
haerin’s camera is inches away, capturing the raw, unhinged reality of it: the sweat on your skin, the way your messy hair is tangled in the pillows, and the sheer, uninhibited ferocity with which the two girls are consuming you. hanni and danielle are a coordinated machine of pleasure, alternating between deep, lulling licks that make you ache with a desperate, hollow need, and sudden, sharp bursts of intensity that force a fresh scream from your lungs.
“there it is...” danielle whispers, sensing the tension building again, the way your hips are starting to buck in a frantic, uncoordinated rhythm. she doesn't slow down; she speeds up. she leans her weight into you, her hands pinning your hips to the beanbag to ensure you can’t pull away from the onslaught. “that’s it, (y/n). give it back to us. give us everything you have left.”
the pressure is unbearable. it’s a beautiful, heavy, pulsing weight that threatens to break you. you are no longer in control; you are merely a vessel for the pleasure they are forcing upon you. as the second peak begins to rise sharper, more violent, and more terrifying than the first you realize they aren’t just eating you out; they are conquering you, over and over again.
the sensation is so intense it feels like your entire nervous system is being rewired. your hips are no longer just bucking; they are thrashing in a desperate, uncoordinated attempt to both escape and find more of the friction that is tearing you apart. every time your brain tries to signal for a pause, for a moment of stillness to let the pulsing subside, hanni’s mouth clamps down harder, creating a vacuum that feels like it’s pulling the very core of you out, while danielle’s tongue becomes a frantic, buzzing blur against your clitoris.
“look at how she's shaking, hanni,” danielle breathes, her voice a mixture of awe and command. she leans down, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, her eyes bright with the thrill of your undoing. “she’s so close... she’s practically begging for it.”
“then let’s give it to her,” hanni replies, her voice a low, guttural vibration that you feel deep in your pelvis. she shifts her technique, moving from broad strokes to a rhythmic, punishing suction that targets the very center of your heat, her tongue working with a relentless, driving force.
the build up is agonizing. It’s a mountain of sensation that feels too steep to climb, a pressure so heavy it feels like your chest might burst. your breath comes in short, jagged gasps, and the only thing you can hear is the wet, rhythmic sounds of their worship and the frantic thudding of your own heart. you are completely at their mercy, a prisoner of your own pleasure, caught in the beautiful, terrifying storm they have created.
and then, the world shatters. this third peak isn’t a wave; it’s an explosion. it’s a violent, soul stripping release that makes your entire body go rigid, your back arching so sharply it feels like you might snap. a long, high pitched cry is torn from your lungs, a sound of pure, unadulterated surrender that echoes through the dorm. your internal muscles clamp down on them in a series of fierce, rhythmic pulses, milking them with a desperate, involuntary intensity. you are lost in a white hot void of ecstasy, a place where time and space cease to exist, leaving nothing but the overwhelming, divine sensation of being completely, utterly possessed.
the silence that follows is heavy, thick, and almost deafening. the lofi music has long since faded into the background, replaced by the sound of your own ragged, shallow gasps and the frantic, uneven thudding of your heart against your ribs. you are completely, utterly spent. your body feels heavy, like it’s made of lead, sinking deep into the beanbag as the last of the tremors ripple through your limbs.
your soft hair is a chaotic halo around your face, damp with sweat and sticking to your forehead. your soft eyes are wide but glazed, staring up at the ceiling with a look of pure, beautiful vacancy. you are in that sacred, liminal space between consciousness and total sensory oblivion the “afterglow” that feels less like a glow and more like a total system reboot.
hanni and danielle don’t pull away immediately. they linger, their breath hot and humid against your skin, savoring the way your muscles continue to twitch and pulse rhythmically around them. they are like satisfied predators, watching their prize settle after a successful hunt.
slowly, they begin to retreat. hanni pulls her face back, her lips glistening and swollen, her eyes soft with a triumphant, maternal warmth. she reaches up, her fingers trembling slightly as she brushes a stray, damp lock of hair away from your eyes. her touch is no longer commanding; it is incredibly tender, a soft contrast to the ferocity of moments ago.
“there she is,” hanni whispers, her voice a low, melodic hum that feels like a caress to your overheated brain. she leans down and presses a long, sweet, lingering kiss to your forehead. “you did so well, sweetheart. such a beautiful, perfect girl.”
danielle moves up to your side, her hand sliding from your hip to rest gently over your heart, feeling the frantic rhythm of your pulse. she looks down at you with a smile that is both adoring and incredibly smug. she leans in, her lips grazing your ear, her voice a velvety, teasing purr.
“look at her, hanni... she can’t even move,” danielle coos, her eyes sparkling with mischief. she traces the line of your jaw with her thumb, her touch light and worshipful. “completely broken. we really did a number on her, didn’t we?”
she leans down, pressing a soft, feather light kiss to your cheek, her eyes locking onto yours for a brief, intense second. “but you were so good for us, (y/n). so incredibly good.”
in the background, the atmosphere is just as charged. minji is watching from the edge of the bed, her chin resting in her hand, a dark, satisfied smirk playing on her lips. she looks like a queen watching her subjects perform, her eyes burning with a lingering, hungry heat. haerin is silent, her phone finally lowered, her own breathing heavy and shallow as she stares at the scene, the screen still glowing with the high definition evidence of your undoing.
you try to find your voice, to say something anything but all that escapes your lips is a soft, broken whimper. you are too far gone, too overwhelmed by the sheer weight of the pleasure and the intense, overwhelming presence of the four girls surrounding you. you simply lie there, a beautiful, trembling wreck, basking in the warmth of their praise and the delicious, heavy ache of a body that has been pushed to its absolute limit.
the silence in the room is almost holy, broken only by the sound of your uneven breathing. you are a beautiful, trembling wreck, splayed out and utterly conquered. hanni and danielle remain close, their presence a warm, comforting weight that anchors you back to reality as the waves of ecstasy slowly recede into a dull, pleasant ache.
minji finally stands, her shadow falling over you as she walks toward the group. she looks down at your flushed face and your dazed, teary eyes, her expression softening from predatory hunger into something more intimate, though the mischievous glint never truly leaves her gaze. she reaches down, her hand sliding under your neck to lift you slightly, allowing her to press a firm, possessive kiss to your lips. it tastes of salt, heat, and the lingering essence of the chaos they just created.
“rest for a minute, sweetheart,” minji murmurs against your mouth, her voice dropping to a low, soothing register that vibrates in your chest. she pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, her thumb tracing your bottom lip. “you earned it. you were incredible.”
danielle giggles softly, a sound like silver bells, as she pulls a soft blanket over your shivering form, tucking you in as if you were something precious and fragile. hanni leans her head on your shoulder, her eyes closing as she breathes in the scent of your skin.
“we’ll stay right here,” hanni promises, her voice a sleepy, contented hum. “just close your eyes, (y/n). we’ve got you.”
as the lofi music continues to pulse softly in the background, you finally let your eyes flutter shut, drifting into a deep, heavy sleep, cocooned in the warmth of the girls who just completely, beautifully broke you.
"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 your 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.
After sighing wearily, you followed her, only to hear the refrigerator slam shut with a loud thud after she’d grabbed a bottle of water.
“Rina, are you okay?” Your question seemed silly to her. All she did was nod while trying to open the bottle. “Let me help you…”
You tried to raise your hand, hoping she’d let you be of some use and talk to you about how she was feeling.
“No.” She turned away immediately, pulling the bottle out of your reach as she grunted, trying to open it once more. “DAMN IT!”
You didn’t want to laugh, so you held back the smile that was starting to form on your face so as not to make your girlfriend even angrier. But you had to admit, seeing her like this, struggling not to need your help, was cute, to say the least.
“What are you laughing at, hien?” Turning toward you, she set the bottle down on the counter and walked over to you. “What? Do you think just because you’re all strong and buff, i need you for everything?” Her finger poked your chest, and everything about that scene just made you want to laugh even more.
“Jagiya, I just wanted to help…” You tried.
Jimin’s eyes were fixed on you, as if she were waiting for the next little giggle to escape your lips just so she could tear you apart.
“I know, and I bet you love that, don’t you?!” Her voice was accusatory, and you’d already begun to realize that all of this was the result of blatant jealousy. “I bet you wanted to show off to me just so I’d compliment you, huh?”
“What?” A quick laugh escaped your lips. Your girlfriend seemed paranoid now—but even more so, she was the cutest woman you’d ever seen.
“Don’t you think you’ve gotten enough compliments today, 'Clark'?!” This time, you couldn’t hold back; the laughter came out of your lips extremely naturally, causing Karina to roll her eyes and turn to walk out of the kitchen.
Quickly, your hands reached out to her, grabbing the shorter woman’s waist and pulling her close to you. Her back pressed against your chest, and a shiver ran up Jimin’s body automatically. Your lips found her shoulder as you pulled her closer to you.
“Jimin, you know I don’t care about that, right?!” you tried, watching as she simply crossed her arms, still not entirely convinced. “I only have eyes for you.”
Your words were simple, but they always managed to melt her heart just the right way.
“I know.” Her voice was low, almost as if she were embarrassed by the little outburst from a few seconds ago. “But seeing you being watched and complimented like that kind of threw me off. Because if people start to see why I fell in love with you, they’ll want you, too.” You listened to what she had to say, resting your chin on her shoulder before she wriggled free of you to turn toward you.
“It gets even worse when I remember that people don’t know you’re mine.” Her eyes were pleading, and you smiled at her in acknowledgment.
“But nothing’s going to happen, because I love you more than anything.”
“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.
Summary: Your girlfriend and you play fight often, but when Karina takes it too far and keeps poking- you need to exact your revenge by making her jealous with one of her best friends. This leads to a very heated confrontation at a birthday party.
TW: hi this is very aggressive. There’s some consensually forceful moments but consent is not discussed in this (though it would’ve been discussed prior). Consent of both parties is very important and I want to make that very clear! Please read with caution! Degrading, choking, alcohol, uhmmmm arguing, flirting with people who are intoxicated, jealousy, aggressive behavior. THIS IS AGGRESSIVE SMUT PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION!
A/N: hiiiiii! It’s been a while, I know. BUT I wrote this fic for my Shayla @sscieloz for her birthday and with permission from that precious angel, I’m going to post it as my first fic that isn’t a twice fic! I hope you enjoy this fic! It was very fun to write and for one of my besties too! Makes it all the more special.
Also, I recently hit 900 followers and THANK YOU SO MUCH! I’m so grateful that you all are here and it really brings me joy knowing that you like my works enough to follow and interact! I hope you all have a LOVELY day/night/afternoon! Mwah mwah mwah!
“Are you seriously thinking about skipping out on Aeri’s party because she’s going to be there?” Winter huffed out to you over FaceTime, disappointment across her brow- upset that this little game you were playing was going to impact the party.
“I don’t want to… I know that Giselle would be upset if I did, but Karina pissed me off…like how could she do that and still think she’s right? It makes no sense!” It’s been a few days and you and Jimin hadn’t resolved this tiff you’ve had.
Sure, it started as a game but it slowly evolved into actual anger, something more than just poking fun. Karina was actually believing that she was correct.
“Don’t you guys play argue all the time?” Ningning chiming in through the doorframe, your roommate and best friend.
Winter, Karina, and Giselle all lived together. Ningning and you decided to get an apartment together at the complex across the street from them to stay close to your friend group and girlfriend.
“Yes, we play argue all the time but she said I wasn’t right…and actually meant it! That’s where I draw the line!” Raising your voice, solidifying that you weren’t going to give this up easily.
“I’m never going to admit you’re right because that would be a lie!” Jimin’s voice rips through the speaker, like a knife cutting glass - letting the remains of your past argument seep into the conversation you and Winter were having.
Stubborn.
As always.
Minjeong jumps at the loudness, closing her eyes and clenching muscles in annoyance at her best friend.
“If you want to keep this up, you call her and argue with her on your own time. This is MY call with her!” Winter rolls her eyes in frustration before crossing her arms and pouting like the softy she is.
“Maybe if she was right…I would call her!” Suddenly jumping into frame, raising her eyebrows and blowing you a kiss.
“See you at the party, baby! Unless you’re too mad to show.” Karina winks, shakes her tits at you before walking out of frame and giggling loudly, taunting you even further.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Disbelief runs through your body, she really thought that mocking you was going to make you say you weren’t right?
It’s like she didn’t even know you.
“I’m so sorry about her…I didn’t think she would do that.” Apologetic Minjeong, now worried that Karina herself might have just messed up her own chance at fixing this.
“You know what…” Winter could probably see the steam coming out of your ears as you come up with a devious plan to get exactly what you want.
“I think I will go to the party….What time does it start?” The smirk on your face tells Winter everything she needs to know.
“7pm!” Happily chirped with a small little clap and a smile, giddiness very apparent within her.
“I think I know exactly what to wear.” Standing up and heading to your closet to show Winter, letting her in one your little plan to cause a little chaos tonight.
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Walking across the street with Ningning’s arm wrapped in your’s, you decided temptation was the way you would get Karina to admit you were right, even though you already knew.
Both of your heals clicking against the pavement as you walk across the street and up to the front door. The music seeps through the cracks as you take a deep breath and prepare to put your plan in motion.
Entering the apartment, you see a lot of mutual friends already drinking and having a good time.
Beer pong in the dining room of the spacey apartment, a few people standing around the living room sipping their drinks and talking, and the music is vibrating the walls just enough to not cause a noise complaint.
You find Giselle over by the bottles of alcohol and give her a hug, wishing her a happy birthday as you take in her tipsy state.
“Oh my goodness! I didn’t think you’d come…I’m so happy you’re here!” Giving you the biggest hug, squeezing you and pushing the air out of your lungs as she does, which was very unlike her.
Not typically affectionate, she must be a few drinks in to be so touchy.
Her arms snake around your waist and tighten, pulling you in and kissing your cheeks sensually. Confusion is painting a new plan in your brain as she sways back and forth with you and smirks.
“I do see your revenge outfit though and that I can appreciate.” Looking you up and down and snapping her fingers a few times, gassing you up and encouraging you to give a little pose or two.
The smallest pair of shorts you have with a lace crop top that covers just enough. No bra, but the top covered enough to not reveal anything too intense…just enough to get someone’s imagination going.
Winking at her while fixing yourself a drink, you knew that once Jimin saw you, it’d be over. She’d admit she was wrong and you’d forgive her…maybe in a day or two.
For now, the plan was just to make her as jealous as possible and you knew how easy it would be to accomplish that with this outfit.
Giselle keeps looking you up and down, admiring you a little more than she should. Maybe it’s the alcohol speaking to her…you decided to use that to your advantage without taking advantage.
Wrapping an arm around her neck, you pull her close to you- very sure to make eye contact and grab her attention. Her arms instinctively wrap around your waist again, you can feel her shaking against you. Something about you being the one to initiate contact strikes a nerve with her, creating a little anxiety with her.
“Do you want to have some fun?” Tilting your head to the side, tempting her with the seductive energy that is what trapped Karina in the first place.
She slowly nodded her head as her breath tried to regulate.
“Then when you see Jimin, play along.” whispered in her ear, close enough for your lips to lightly drag across her skin.
A shiver goes through her, rattling her against you even more than before. A hefty gulp can be heard as she nervously swallows and continues to stare right at you. Giving her the fuck me eyes, you see someone in the corner of your eye.
“Oh!” Grabbing your attention as a cup hit the counter with a little more force than it should, the clattering of the glass startles you and Giselle both - prompting her to tighten her grip on you slightly.
“Baby! I’m so glad you came!” Jimin gritted through her teeth, scowl hiding behind the glow of her skin and attempted cheery demeanor.
Seems like she had the same plan as you, wearing very revealing clothing, in fact you almost match. Looking her up and down, she starts to walk over to you- arms opened up to try and greet you warmly.
Simply putting your hand up to halt her in path, you grab Aeri’s hand and brush past Karina who is now beat red in embarrassment and fury.
Tugging Giselle into the living room to the couch, you sit facing her but with Jimin still in view and now speaking with Winter.
You loved to watch her spit venom to her adorable best friend without removing her focus from you.
She’s so…sexy when she’s mad. It did stir a very primal need in you. Possessive and jealous Karina always made your clench around nothing.
Wondering if she had caught on to the plan, you glance over to her to try and read her body language.
Karina is gobsmacked, jaw on the floor as she watches you and Aeri flirt on the couch while surrounded by others having a lovely time.
Continuing to watch her from the corner of your eye, her jaw tenses and her arms flex as she downs another shot with Winter. Jealousy raising through out her, but you aren’t don’t just yet.
Reaching up, you brush a singular strand of hair out of Giselle’s face, tucking it behind her ear softly and then rest your hand on her thigh while she’s drunkenly rambling to you about a subject you weren’t even paying mind to.
Littering her with soft touches, you keep trailing your fingers across her skin and caressing her right in front of your girlfriend.
Fingertips brushing along the goosebumps already laid so lightly, she shivers and squeezes her thighs together as you continue delicately brushing her soft exposed skin.
Hearing her stammer was cute, watching her flush red was even cuter. The poor girl is gay panicking in front of you, and Karina is seething across the room watching it all unfold.
Jimin will break any moment, you know that, but you were determined to get her back so you trace a faint line down Aeri’s jaw and wink at her, all in Karina’s view.
“The seductive energy you give off is…wow.” Aeri shivers at the tension you’ve built between the two of you, admiring it and seemingly enamored by it.
“I can’t believe she called you a-“
“Hey, Can we talk?!” Karina’s suddenly in front of you, arms crossed, jaw tensed, and starring daggers at your hand that’s resting a little too high on Giselle’s thigh.
“I’m busy, thanks.” Rolling your eyes, reverting your attention back to Aeri, tapping your fingers lightly on her thigh to get her attention back to you.
“I said…” Karina grips under your chin and forces you to look at her.
“Can. We. Talk.” Her body so tense, you can feel the anger radiating from her finger tips as she maneuvered them to your shoulder.
“Fine.” Standing up and brushing yourself off, you turn to see Winter standing in the corner waving at you, giving you a thumbs up- the signal that it was most definitely working.
Waving back at her before returning your attention to Aeri.
“I’ll be back in a minute, sweet girl. This won’t take long.” Winking at Aeri, who’s too stunned to speak, as Karina harshly drags you across the living room, down the hall and to the bathroom that would be Winter’s, practically slamming the door behind the both of you.
“What in the absolute fuck are you doing?!” The way her eyes furrowed, the tension, the intensity…a storm is curating in your stomach, it’s slowly migrating to where you wanted to feel her the longer she eyes you down.
Game time.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Leaning your butt against the sink in the smaller bathroom, crossing your arms , painting false confusion on your face and watching as her frustration boils into complete and total rage.
“Don’t know what I mean?! Really?!” Watching her as she effortlessly reaches behind her and locks the door without even looking.
Having thoughts of letting her win, you decide to just see what happens if you keep playing stupid.
Besides, how rough could she really be?
“You…” now poking your chest aggressively.
“Eye fucking…” another vicious poke.
“Aeri…AND right in front of me?!” Jimin slaps her hands down on her sides in frustration, nose scrunched and that cute little scowl on her face making you melt a little.
You’ve got her right where you want her.
“Oh, that?” Nonchalantly pointing gesturing towards the door, letting your shoulders drop, and being sure to be very intentional with your body language to show that it’s no big deal, while rolling your eyes all at the same time.
“That was foreplay, babe.” Smirking as you reply.
That’s sure to piss her off.
Karina’s jaw tenses again, her nose scrunching as she tries to keep a straight face.
“Foreplay?! Why are you doing this?!” Attempting to hide her emotions, but struggling with her tone and body language.
It’s cute to watch her trying to keep her composure even in this mess you created in your revenge driven plan.
“HA! Even Giselle said that she didn’t know why you called me that with how I was acting with her so *maybe* you should just admit you’re wrong!” shrugging and trying to make light of the situation and failing with the competitiveness of the tone.
“Oh! That’s what this is about?! Because you can accept that you’re a-“
“I’m fucking not!” Cutting her off before she can even try to finish the sentence.
A full blown screaming match ensues in this bathroom while the party carries on outside. Thankfully the music was loud enough to hide the couple’s spat.
“Okay! If you’re not, then fucking prove it!” There’s malice in her words now, a challenge to you.
But unfortunately for her, you were still going to get what you wanted.
“No.” Calm as you state it, face void of emotion as you make your move.
“No?!” looking at you in disbelief.
“Yes. I said no. You’re my girlfriend. You’re just supposed to believe me and I have nothing to prove.” Standing up straight and attempting to maneuver around her to escape back to the party.
Very aware she wouldn’t let you leave.
“You know what…” throwing her arm across and clinging to the sink to stop you from getting to the door.
“Fine” calmly stated through the thick tense atmosphere.
Oh, no…
Jimin is now still, her tone is calm but her body is tense.
This was…very unlike her.
“Fine?” Confusion laces you, binding you to this small bathroom and her.
“That’s what I said…fine.” Nodding her head at you, refusing to break eye contact.
“If you don’t want to prove you’re right, then fine…” seductiveness dripping from her tongue, causing a similar reaction but between your legs.
Karina leans in, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear and caressing your cheek before her lips brush against where her hand just was.
“I’ll just prove my point.” Whispered to you before her hand flies up and clamps both your cheeks, the grip is like a vice - Holding you in place and taking control of your movements.
Karina guides you down, forcing you to your knees and squatting down to face you.
Mere inches from your face, fire in her eyes setting your cunt ablaze and spreading the heat through the rest of your body.
“Oh, sweet girl.” Mocking you as she forces you to submit to her, fake pouting at you.
“You’re going to listen to me, aren’t you?” Using her leverage and forcing you to nod yes.
“Good…” finally letting go and standing up.
Jimin points at the button on her shorts, signaling you to undo them for her.
However, you wanted to push her buttons, not undo them…having her like this…so infuriated that she’s gripping you this way made you weaker than you want to admit.
“Nope.” Crossing your arms, still on your knees on the floor - halfway waiting for instruction just so you can purposely ignore them.
Huffing at your defiance, her arms cross and she taps her foot at you- waiting for you to listen.
“Fine! If you want to be a *fucking* brat, then you’ll get treated like one!” Growled at you as she slips her fingers through your hair and harshly grips it in her fist.
Her other hand slides to the button of her shorts, expertly undoing them with her pointer finger and thumb.
The sound the fabric hitting the floor signals her to tug you forward. Holding your head inches from her slick soaked panties as she coos from above.
“Awh, look at this mess you made! You know better than to make a mess of me…” A fake pout dawns her face, hostile tone dripping and boiling over, just to soak you in return.
“No!” Gasped through your new found heavy breathing, you aren’t going to give in and this is simply too delicious to speed through.
You want her pissed off and dripping.
And you’ve got both.
Just how you like her.
“You’re such a fucking brat!” Pulling your head back from her cunt, she pulls her panties to the side - revealing a reflective sheen of slick coating every part of her.
“And you’re a pervert.” Softly echoes through the small bathroom she had you on your knees in.
Her grasp on your hair tightens, rage seeps through her pores as she tilts your head up to look her in the eyes.
“What the fuck did you just say?!” Hissed at you through her teeth as she waits for your reply.
“Look at you! In this small bathroom forcing me to my knees because you’re mad you’re wrong. Very pervy of you, if you ask me.” Trying to keep your calm but you know she can see through this false sense of calm you’re carrying.
Suddenly squatting down, her had flies to your throat - squeezing the sides tightly without letting go of your hair.
“You will do as I say, Do you understand?”
A beat of silence between the two of you, only your heavy breathing can be heard but you know she can feel the way you swallow nervously.
Waiting and watching, your eyes drift down to between her legs to catch sight of a single drop of slick dripping from her soaked thong.
“See! I told you that you were a pervert. Look how wet you are from this.” Reaching out to graze over her fabric covered pussy just barely.
The soft muffled moan she let out was enough to tell you she was about to break.
What she didn’t know is you were equally as wet. Seeing her like this, so angry and aggressive…was something you always craved and ached for.
Karina says nothing, releasing her hand from your throat but not your hair- leaning her back against the door with her hips sticking out - another drip of her essence trailing down her thigh, your eyes follow it down.
Unknowingly licking your lips, she catches you doing so and smirks.
“Who’s the perv now?” Before tugging you forward to meet her cunt with your mouth.
The sweetness of her was so delectable that it was hard to lick her through her panties, but you weren’t ready for her to feel pure pleasure just yet, wanting to make sure she was aware that you still held some of the power.
Lightly running your tongue over her clit - you slowly circled with the tip of your tongue through the fabric, offering little to nothing to her.
Gasping in frustration, whining at the lack of touch - were you going to get her to beg?
Hopefully.
Jerking your head closer to her, she pulls her hips back for a moment and her panties to the side to give you full access to her.
Though you want to tease her more you can’t help but take in the way she tastes, admiring the flavor like a fine wine hitting your pallet for the first time.
As you’re gently circling her pussy with your tongue, she’s getting reckless. Rutting her hips forward waiting for you to do what she wanted…when it became apparent that you weren’t going to give her what she craved, she took the matters into her own hands.
“Stick your tongue out.” Demanding you to do so as she tugs her panties to the floor with one hand, not letting you go with the other.
“No.” Spat back at her.
“Fine then, I’ll use your face instead.”
Before you could protest, she’s already positioned on top of you - face to face with her cunt before the lays it on your lips and starts grinding against your face - clit grazing your nose as she slides across your lips and back down again.
Immediately sticking your tongue out for her, you let her use your mouth for her own pleasure. Being her toy was one of your favorite activities and you were going to let her do whatever she wanted to you.
“Awh-fuck- now you want to be good?” Huffed out to you between the grinding motion.
“Mmmhhmmm” hummed right into her cunt, knowing that it would drive her crazy to feel you moaning into her.
And you were right, as always.
Her grinding picked up its pace, her thirst for you was almost unbearable. Dripping down your chin as she slid across your mouth over and over again, harshly thrusting into you with her breath becoming uneven and hitching at every pass.
“Fuck baby, you look so fucking good between my legs.” Her essence is dripping off your chin and down your tits, your hands climb to her thighs to hold her steady as she continues to use you.
Her reckless and haphazard patterns turn more violent with every stroke. Her grip on your hair tighter than before as the facade tough facade falls off and she turns into a whining mess.
“Baby, oh fuck, pleaseeeee”
That’s right, beg for it.
Moaning into her one last time, you latch onto her clit as her legs start to shake and dig your nails into her thighs as you suck hard forcing her orgasm out of her before she’s ready.
“Fuck!”
Just like that, she falls apart in your mouth. Thighs shaking around your head, back leaned against the door and your hands the only thing keeping her from falling. Her breathing is weighed in pleasure and bliss and she finally lets go of your hair.
“*Huff…*are you ready?” Between each attempt to replenish the oxygen to her body.
“For?” Now you’re actually confused, standing up and licking her cum off your lips.
“I’ll show you why you were wrong.” Her legs are still shaking as she steps out of her shorts and panties, kicking them to the side.
“I’m not wrong! I just proved that to you while you were begging for me to let you cum so I truly don’t know what you’re talking about.” Reaching for the door so you can continue to enjoy the party and be away from your stubborn girlfriend.
“Shut up.” Jimin grabs you by the wrist and tugs you to her side, letting you fall into her back and trapping you against her.
Pushing you against the cold counter, she slips her hand to the button of your shorts, undoing them with as much grace as she did her own. They fall to the floor with no argument from either of you.
One hand still in her grip behind your back, the other is holding onto the counter as your face heats up the counter against it.
You’re absolutely soaked and it doesn’t take long for her to realize that.
“Well well well, what do we have here?” Swiping her finger up your damp panties to gather some of the slick.
Whimpering at the contact, you instinctually rocking your hips -silently asking for more of her touch.
Jimin knows the power she holds over you. The ache she causes so deep inside. Teasing, making you angry, instigating that brewing storm and only to quell it with her tender love and affection.
It very much seems like you curated a storm yourself within her…
“That’s right, my perfect little whore…” a sudden smack to your ass startles you, pushing you to let out a whine that makes Karina’s eyes roll back.
“I know you like this…” another slap, this one much harder than the first.
Gasping at the contact, you can feel the slick dripping down your thighs.
She notices it too .
“Such a good fucking slut for me. Look how ready you are…” watching in the mirror you were facing as her hand retracts back and slaps your pussy.
Sound of the splatter and your grunts of pleasure send her into a whirlwind. She’s past the point of stopping, too far in her headspace to be removed…not that you wanted her to be.
Karina takes the side of your underwear and tugs them down, letting them hit the floor. Her grip around your wrist tightens as she pushed forward, anchoring you to the counter.
Squirming underneath her, the desire she’s created gets deeper and more primal as she pins you down.
Fingers dancing up and down your slit as she smirks, teasing you and waiting for the thing she loves the most…your begging.
“Come on, give me what I want…” silky words slither through her teeth as she ups the pressure, only slightly, causing a huff of pleasure blended with frustration to ooze from you.
“P-Please” whispered, you’re breaking…slowly spiraling down the path of not caring who is wrong or right…even if you are always right.
“Mmm…” the moan let out by Jimin in anticipation as she bites her lip.
Watching her from the mirror, her eyes burrowing into your back as she slams 2 fingers into you.
“Fuck!” whimpered out as you arch your back, leaning most of your weight on the counter- lifting your ass to her so she can have better leverage.
“That’s right, baby. You take me so well.” Rotating her wrist to maneuver her fingers to the pads of them are facing your G-spot, curling them down and starting to pump them harshly inside you.
It’s difficult to keep it together when she’s like this, so hell bent on ruining you that you just need to sit and take what she gives you.
Suddenly, your wrist is released and a hand grips your hair, tugging you up onto your feet again. Her fingers slip out and you gasp at how empty it feels.
“Turn around. Now.” Sternly hissed through a clenched jaw as she pushes your shoulder back so your bare ass is leaned against the counter.
Wasting no time, she rips your shirt over your head and connects your lips together in a hasty attempt so take your emotions, practically sucking your soul right out of you.
Her hands on your hips, she hoists you up onto the counter so you’re sitting for her and wedges herself between your legs.
Teasing your clit while your tongues dance, she swallows every whine you give her before slamming her fingers inside you again, continuing to pump them haphazardly.
Holding her close, she releases your lips from her just to hear how you pant for her. Clinging to her body as she proceeds to slip a third finger inside, the small whimpers you let out only further her desire to ruin you.
“That’s right, be a good little whore for me.” Slipping her free hand up to your throat, squeezing the sides of your neck to make sure you know who is in charge.
That’s the exact moment it starts.
The build up.
The knot inside you that’s threatening to burst at every curl of her knuckles.
“Please, please, please!” your hands slither up to her hair, pulling her face to yours without even being able to kiss her. Just simply resting your forehead on hers while your noses lean against each other.
Unable to even keep your eyes open, you’re about to lose it. She sees this and tightens her grip around your neck.
“Hold it in. Be a good little slut and wait for permission.”
Eyes fluttering at the way she growls at you, hips rutting forward, hands gripping her as tightly as possible, you’re holding on for dear life to try and not cum.
“Baby, p-please…” groaned out as the force within you gnaws at the cage bars, begging for release.
Karina leans into you, pressing her lips to your ear.
“Give it to me.” Hand squeezing tighter around your neck, tipping you right over the edge of the cliff that she back you up against.
A shockwave ripples through you. Tingling, tensing, and releasing every ounce of tension that had been built- crashing down into a rubble, a pile of the argument that once was.
Stars reverberate behind your eyes as you collapse into her arms. Jimin still pumping her fingers inside you, letting you ride out the pleasure she had gifted you with before removing her hand from your neck and placing it on your back urging you to lean into her as she traces shapes with her finger and cooes how good you are.
“So…” Jimin softly speaks while she ptucks one of your locks behind your ear before caressing your cheek lightly.
“Ready to admit you’re a bottom?” Pinching that same cheek and sticking her tongue out at you playfully.
“I AM NOT A BOTTOM!” Pushing her away from you while she cackles, revealing that devilish grin that makes you melt - even if you’re angry with her and she knows that.
“Alright, alright!” Putting her hands up in an act of surrender.
“You’re right! You’re right!”
“I know.” Crossing your arms and rolling your eyes.
“Can we just…” walking over to you to lean on you, on top of your arms, trying to get your full attention.
“…go back to normal now?” Pouty face, big eyed, puppy dog Karina revealing herself to you.
The reason you fell in the first place…
“Well…” unraveling your arms and letting her fall into place where she belongs.
“Maybe, in 3-5 business days.” Giggling and kissing her forehead.
“Now, get dressed before anyone notices we’ve been gone.” Stated to her, who showed no intention of moving.
“Baby…they noticed.” Pointing at your phone as it buzzes on the counter with Aeri’s name popping up followed by knocking on the door and a disgruntled Winter yelling about where her two best friends disappeared to.
My mind keeps imagining g!p wony x sub reader x g!p Karina, like🤭🤭 Both of them having unnie kink and breeding kink? USGSIAHAIAHAYA the woman they are😩
taking this as old ass ask as an opportunity to write some drabbles for you guys while i finish up my draftss cause i know that you guys are starving rn😭i’m so sorry for the longg wait, i promise i’m trying my hardest to get them done as fast as i can, please bare with me🙏
cw!! g!p, breeding kink, unnie kink, free-use, college au
so uhm they’re both hung. SORRY, I SAID IT… THEY’RE BOTH HUNG SUE ME LITERALLY SUEE MEEE!
now.. g!p wonyoung has basically all of us here on a chokehold, that much is obvious! however, i don’t think i’ve ever talked about g!p jimin on here? WEYLPP YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANSS THERE’S A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHINGGG~~
so what is the deal with these two? well i’ll tell you what; losers, the both of them, two actual massive fawking nerds!! they will always be caught at the library studying for mid terms,, either that or they’re in their dorm playing overwatch and valorant all day long😭😭losers trapped in hot bodies i fear
jimin and wonyoung considered you a friend ever since you asked the two of them to help you study the material, since their grades are practically outrageous.. so yeah you guys are just overall suuuuper chill and gawsh they just really appreciate your presence altogether it’s all happy and jolly! they’re a year above you, which probably explains the giggly and jittery reaction they both get when you call them your unnies… they can’t help but to baby you all the time!
some day, they innocently invite you over to their dorm, yknow just asking to order food and study together and whatnot, perhaps getting on val afterwards for shits and giggles.. you accept, of course, because why would you pass up an opportunity to improve your grades with two of the best students in your program, let alone a hang out between friends?
when you do get there, the dorm is clean and tidy, just as you’d expect from such model students. you do end up studying for about an hour and a half, that is until wonyoung suggests taking a break, wearing a warm smile as she adjusts her glasses.
“why don’t we stop for a little bit, hm?” she says, closing the book in front of you as she throws quick glances at jimin, they seem innocent enough, so you paid no mind to those.
jimin only nodded, liking the idea and gently putting her hand on your arm, “it is indeed very important to regularly take breaks when studying. plus, you’ve worked hard today, don’t you think, baby?”
in a usual situation, you wouldn’t be at all fazed by the pet name she used, since the two girls basically call you that every chance they get. however, you don’t know if it was jimin’s hand caressing your arm at that moment or the way that wonyoung was staring at your eyes that made you especially nervous, perhaps it was both, but you nodded to her words regardless.
she was right, after all, breaks are very necessary to a productive study session.
however, you quickly grasped that the ‘break’ in question would last much, much longer than you expected when jimin’s lips were suddenly trailing kisses down your neck whilst wonyoung caressed your hair.
“unnie—“ you reached out for her hand, more and more adrenaline rushing through your body with each kiss that jimin left on your soft skin.
and because that honorific just drives the both of them FAWKING crazy, “your unnies will take good care of you, okay sweetheart?” is what she’d softly say, smiling. you’d nod, entranced, before feeling her soft lips on yours. you knew there was no turning back when they eventually grabbed your two hands and made you feel their visible and poking hard-ons, which got you embarrassingly riled up to a great extent.
the rest is history, really. you never in a million years would’ve thought a ‘study session’ would end up with having jimin fuck you missionary, watching how her cock disappears inside you as she slowly thrusts into you and moans your name whilst wonyoung fucked your throat, nestling her slender fingers into your hair guiding your head to bob up and down her length ahehehefheh
when both of them are close to cumming, i feel like they’d be the types to not even tell you, lowkey.. especially jiminfcksmdm she’d just be so lost in the sensation of how good her cock feels fucking your tight, wet cunt that she’d just carelessly shoot her load into you as if you were just some sex toy,,, she can’t help it!! she wants to mark you as much as she can, even if that meant potentially knocking you u— [GUNSHOTS]
also it is important to mention that while jimin lovesss fucking your pussy, wonyoung is absolutely a head girlie.. she’d much rather have you down on her knees and sucking her dick than fucking you. don’t get her wrong, she’ll still dick you down if you asked her to, she just prefers using the pretty mouth that calls her ‘unnie’ way more aheheh
you’d just be straight up lying if you said that you didn’t yearn for more of them after that day… especially after having the many changes that your relationship with them had gone through. back then, they’d stare at you with innocent eyes, gaze warm and polite when seeing you, waving at you. now? they were basically eyefucking you and smirking at you everytime they saw you in the hallways.
it didn’t take long for them to take that to the next level,, omg next level by aespa— [NUKES] SORRY. but yeah sometimes even pulling you away from your nerdy friend group to have a quickie in the bathroom just because they know you’ll let them use your body at random times of the daycjenfkd they’re unhinged i fear! using your exams as an excuse,, saying shit like “but it’s important to relax and relieve stress before an exam!” before proceeding to dick you down in a stall likee.. right, right..
of course, you live for every second of it and they know it, but acting all innocent and oblivious towards their advances when really, you’re already soaked by the time that you’re on your way to their dorm so you can suck them off after they text you to come over is all part of the funkdjsndm
HAIAIAI idk if u remember me but wtv lowkey hear me out can you do nerd g!p minjeong OR jimin getting hard because they saw reader in their sweatshirt (it looks big on reader) and some oversized jogger shorts WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IS LOWKEY U P TO YOU IM JUST DESPERATE FOR NERD GP JIMIN/MINJEONG ily okay sorry PEACE OUT i missed u
pairing. sub!gp karina x dom!fem reader.
content warnings. handjob.
oh my dear sweet yuji... i bet she’s the sweetest and cutest girlfriend because she’s naturally a sweetheart 🥺💕 she may have a perfect face and a body to die for, but she’s still a loser! and one who’s pretty crazy about you 😓 karina is literally almost a slave to you because she sees you as a total goddess or majestic work, not as a simple partner, so you have to get used to her treating you like royalty!
pretty bad for you because just seeing you wearing her clothes makes her almost faint at the sight… karina loves sharing her clothes with you because she knows you find her tees and hoodies comfortable, but seeing you is a totally different thing! she has her eyes on you as if you were a model on the runway and not her girlfriend wearing a simple dark–colored hoodie 😭 lmao karina even gives you compliments as if you were wearing new clothes and not one of her silly old ones, but that’s just how she is! pretty down bad if i do say so myself…
awww and her body always reacts to it 🥺 she knows she shouldn’t get hard in front of you wearing her clothes, but karina can’t help it! it seems that her body has a life of its own and does not go hand in hand with the behavior that her brain orders, always ending with an erection and trying to hide it from you for fear of what you think, but without knowing what’s going on in your head… 👀
karina makes her best attempts not to cum before time while you are pumping her cock in your hand, but it is impossible for her! she usually always ends up making a mess before her time and being ashamed of it even though she did her best to hold on, but seeing you wearing her shirt was making her even weaker and she could probably cum just from seeing you in her clothes... poor baby trying to make a big effort because you’re asking her in a sweet tone to be good to you and hold on a little, but she can’t! she’s just your cute pathetic loser who always ends up failing when it comes to things that include the world of sex and all that 😓 but it’s no problem at all! you always love spending time with her so you can train her until one day she finally succeeds <3
helloooo! this is really random but could you write something with like a dazed, drugged whumpee?
if not, that's totally fine, thank you!
hello!! I've written something for the exact same prompt lmao XD! but it is a compelling one so I can write some more <3
whumper hands whumpee the joint. they hold it rather clumsily, the grip of it uncertain and awkward. at the raised eyebrows, they take a long drag cut short by them erupting into loud coughing midway. whumper laughs at them, snatching it back and taking a drag themself.
whumpee leans against the couch. the sharp edges of their vision round into something softer and brighter. the pain emanating from their bruises and wounds disappears into a background hum. whumper kicks them in their side, and the humming gets disrupted. oh, whumpee was humming.
the lights are a little brighter and the colors of the carpet swirl in their vision. it's rather strange.
then someone is cupping their cheek. the hand forces them into an unpleasant angle, so whumpee quickly turns around to compensate. whumper is looking into their eyes. "how does it feel, pet?" they look amused. uncaring. whumpee can hear their heartbeat in their ears. it's way too loud. is their heart going to burst?
a harsh laugh undercuts the thrum of it, making whumpee flinch. whumper is laughing at them. again. "no, it's not," oh. they said that aloud.
whumper shifts whumpee around until they are settled between their legs, kneeling. the panic mixes unpleasantly with the loose feeling weighing their limbs down. they can't quite focus.
again, whumper seems to be studying their face. that makes them uncomfortable. they try to squirm away from it, but it proves to be quite useless. a moment after settling, "I'm hungry," they blurt out. and they are. they feel ravenous. when was the last time they ate? "can I have waffles?"
whumper snorts, "hell no." whumpee should have expected that. still, the panic worsens and they mumble, "oh," fingers latching onto whumper's nice clothes. it's so soft against their fingers. they want to nuzzle into it.
"oh fucking—" sounds of grumbling followed by intense disorientation that fades away as they settle into whumper's lap. a firm hand forces their head into their nape. it feels nice. their eyes shut close of their own accord.
whumper seems to be saying something, but whumpee doesn't quite catch it as the panic ebbs away, leaving them completely lax and defenseless.
she likes getting off in the studio whenever she’s all pent up from lyric writing but then reader!boyfriend who is also a songwriter comes at the exact moment.
you usher her towards the wall, back placed against it as you touched her, lips softly clashing against hers before you pulled away. karina whines as she chases your lips, “turn around.” you say.
“why?” karina asks back.
“just turn around.” you say before karina turns around, hands placed flat on the wall. your hands busy themselves, slipping off her joggers and undies before doing the same with yourself.
pulling her lower half towards you, her back is in a perfect arch, further extending her ass towards you as you pumped yourself hard, lining yourself up against karina’s cunt before slipping right in, immediately fucking her.
her echoes are bouncing off of the walls, feeling rather thankful that the studios are soundproof. her ass bounces against your pelvis as she fucks herself against you as you’re thrusting into her, chasing your thrusts with a moan.
hastily moving your hand, your quick fingers pull the mic towards you both, hitting record, recording every bit of yours and her loud moans, skin repeatedly slapping against each other.
“oppa— nggghh i’m close.. let me cum, please!” karina pleaded before she whined, feeling your hand reach under and rub her clit as you thrusted, pleasure immediately doubled as you touched and fucked her.
your thrusts were erratic, eager to make karina cum on you. your hand was firm on her waist, fingers pressing against her clit as you rubbed her swollen nub, voice grunting right into her ear.
meanwhile karina was a mess, she had bits of drool slipping from her lips, eyes all teary, cunt all swollen from the rubbing she did and the fucking that you were doing to her, and her mind was all groggy, no longer knowing what to focus on.
you could tell she was going to cum, karina had went silent, only breathy moans were slipping from her mouth, her hands slipped underneath her top, fingers flicking at her nipples which has her shaking before she came unannounced.
“oppa, ‘m sorry.. but please— cum in me!” she moaned, pussy clenching around your cock as you plunged deeper and harder into her cunt, chasing your own orgasm despite her walls squeezing you.
her walls are relentless, pulsing around your cock before you came right into her, walls happily clenching around you as you came into karina’s cunt. you heard karina sigh in content, ass wiggling at you as she felt you spurt your cum into her warm cavern.
pulling karina along with you without slipping out of her cunt, you sit yourself down on the swivel chair, making karina reach for the mic that was still recording.
you hit stop recording before pressing a few files on the laptop, pressing a certain recording which as karina blushing when the audio blasts in the small room.
“can you make yourself cum to that?” you say, grinding your hips upwards before you groaned, feeling karina pull your entire length out of her before slamming right down, moaning loudly herself.
a/n. a little long for my usual drabbles but i indulged 🫠
the thing with karina is this woman will legit do any fan service. she cannot go a single concert w/o it. you’d seen her do fan service before— little winks, finger hearts, blowing kisses, that one fan she told to sit on her lap during a fansign— but tonight? she was doing the most. tossing her hair, leaning down into the crowd, making long, sultry eye contact with a girl in the front row and giving her a wink that made your stomach twist. then she licked her lips. licked. her. lips. and the crowd went feral. and you were right there, standing behind her, mic in hand, trying to keep your smile up while your jaw clenched. you smile dropped and you pouted.
you didn’t say anything, but it showed in the way your eyes narrowed, the way you didn’t dance as close to her during the final chorus, the way you pouted and drifted toward winter during the encore. minjeong noticed immediately. “what’s wrong?” she whispered, looping an arm around your waist. “you look like you wanna throw hands.” you just sighed, leaning into her and mumbling, “my girl’s being a flirt and she knows it.” that made minjeong snort. “she’s trying to ragebait you,” she said, “and clearly, it’s working.”
after the final bow and the photo, you head backstage, still sulking, arms crossed, ignoring the way karina keeps glancing at you like a cat who knocked over a vase on purpose. you slip into a dressing room to cool off, but two minutes later, the door opens, and there she is— still glistening from sweat, still in her stage fit, eyes dark and locked on you.
“hi honey!” she says, greeting you per usual. then she notices the look on your face. she knows that look very well because she doesn’t get it too often, and when she does, she knows better. “you jealous?” she asks, voice low, halfway between teasing and dangerous. you don’t answer. just look at her with that pout, like a little angry puppy, arms still crossed. she steps closer. “you think i’d look at anyone else the way i look at you?” her fingers trail along your arm. “you know that i love you so much, right, aegiya?”
you’re still giving her the cold shoulder. and she hates it. so she doesn’t wait for permission. karina shoves you gently but firmly against the dressing room wall, kissing you hard— tongue deep, lips harsh, biting down just enough to make you moan. her hand slides under your skirt like she owns you (because she does), finding your panties soaked. “mm,” she hums, grinning against your mouth. “so wet, and all from a little words?” you try to respond, but she’s already pushing two fingers between your folds, sliding them in slow but deep, curling just right. “no, it’s okay, baby. look at you— that’s my good girl,” she breathes, “always so sensitive for me.”
your hands scramble to grab her shoulders, nails digging in as she pumps her fingers faster. her thumb circles your clit in tight, practiced motions. “you’re mine, you know it.” she whispers, lips brushing your ear. “say it.” you whimper, hips rocking into her palm. “yours,” you breathe, “all yours.” she chuckles, low and dark. “that’s right. and you’re gonna cum on my fingers like my precious jealous aegi you are.” you do, hard, with a cry muffled into her shoulder, thighs trembling as she keeps going.
“fuck— jimin— too much—” you whimper, but she doesn’t stop. just kisses your neck and murmurs, “this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” your legs nearly give out. her fingers are soaked and sticky, your pussy’s fluttering around her knuckles, and she still won’t stop until you’re gasping, twitching, eyes glassy and wet. finally, she pulls back, licking her fingers clean in front of you like a bitch in heat. “it’s okay, my love,” she says again, with an amused smile. “next time you get jealous, just come and poke me.” she kisses your cheek, soft now. “no one else even exists, baby.”
can i pretty please request going down on popular mean girl! karina?? like she’s always been someone that humiliates and makes fun of people and you were no exception but after a while of her antics, you lowk js grab her into an empty room and start eating her out and edging her until she’s begging, whimpering, and trying not to be a moaning mess because people outside COULD hear and walk in at any moment.
maybe it was the way karina laughed when you dropped your tray in the hallway after purposefully tripping you.
maybe it was how she always called you “sweetie” in that degrading tone.
maybe it was the way she looked you up and down at lunch today— like she was deciding whether you were worth chewing out or chewing up.
whatever it was, it didn’t matter anymore. because now?
she’s pressed against the inside of a locked supply closet, dress hiked to her waist, panties shoved aside, and your mouth buried between her thighs.
“you’re insane,” she hisses, trying to keep her voice low. “you’re gonna get us caught.”
you don’t answer. you just drag your tongue slowly up her slit, savoring the way she shudders, one manicured hand flying to your hair to yank.
“fuck—”
you'd laugh if your mouth wasn’t full of her.
because this is karina. the school’s it-girl, the one who ruled the halls like a runway, all sharp eyes and sharper words. the one who made girls cry and boys beg. the one who humiliated you in front of the entire cafeteria two weeks ago for wearing knockoffs.
and now?
now she’s biting her lip so hard it’s turning white, shaking against the wall while you suck at her clit like you own her.
and it didn’t start like this.
it started with her usual bullshit—cornering you after class, pretending to want help on some assignment she clearly didn’t need.
“you always act so smart,” she purred, notebook in hand, lip gloss too shiny. “but you’re really just desperate for attention, aren’t you?”
you were going to walk away. you should’ve walked away.
but then she leaned in close, close enough to smell her perfume, and said:
“you get off on being beneath me, don’t you?”
and that was it.
you grabbed her wrist, dragged her down the hall, shoved her into the nearest room, and locked the door behind you.
“what the fuck do you think you’re doing—”
“shut up.”
and then you kissed her so hard she gasped, and you didn’t stop. not when she tried to push you back, not when she moaned into your mouth, not when her hands fisted in your shirt like she didn’t know whether to fight you or fuck you.
she called you a bitch.
you called her pathetic.
and now she’s panting, legs spread over a dusty desk chair, trying not to make a single sound as you devour her.
“you’re wet as fuck,” you murmur against her, lips brushing her soaked folds. “is this how mean you always are when you’re this needy?”
she doesn’t answer. just digs her nails into your scalp.
so you pull back—slowly, deliberately—and blow cold air against her clit.
“answer me.”
“fuck you,” she spits, but her voice is trembling, and her hips twitch like they’re chasing your mouth.
“oh, you will.”
and then you’re back on her, tongue circling her clit, two fingers sliding inside her dripping heat. she gasps—too loud— and slaps her hand over her mouth.
you moan into her, just to feel her spasm around you.
it’s so easy to ruin her.
the way she clenches when you curl your fingers just right. the way her thighs tremble when you suck hard and then stop. the way she whines, high and breathy, when you edge her again. and again. and again.
“you’re gonna make me—”
you pull away.
“no.”
“are you fucking serious?”
you look up at her, chin glistening, lips swollen.
“you don’t get to cum until you earn it.”
her eyes blaze. “i could get you expelled for this.”
you scoff.
“you could. but you won’t.”
you drag your fingers slowly down her inner thigh, watching her twitch.
“because you like this. the push and pull.”
you press your thumb to her clit and she jerks, stifling a moan into her arm.
“you’re such a fucking mess. and all because of me.”
you edge her again.
and again.
until she’s shaking, sweating, biting her shoulder to keep from screaming. her thighs are clamped around your head. her mascara’s smudged. she’s ruined.
and you’re not even close to done.
“say please.”
she glares at you.
you drag one finger up her slit.
she shudders.
“say it.”
“…please.”
“please what?”
you pause. she stays silent.
you move to stand.
“wait.” her voice cracks. “fuck… please make me cum.”
you lean in, mouth brushing her ear.
“there we go.”
you don’t hold back this time.
you suck on her clit, hard and fast, fingers pumping into her soaked heat. her whimpers turn to gasps, gasps to moans, moans to choked cries. she’s trying so hard to stay quiet, but she’s unraveling in your mouth.
when she cums, it’s violent.
her back arches off the chair. her hands claw at your shoulders. she bites into your neck to stay silent, but she still screams into your skin.
you ride her through it, licking and fucking her until she’s twitching, begging, sobbing.
“stop, stop—fuck, i can’t—”
you finally pull back, wiping your mouth on her skirt, watching her slump against the wall like she’s just been wrecked.
because she has.
she looks up at you, dazed and flushed, lips parted.
“you’re such a fucking bitch,” she whispers.
“say thank you.”
she scoffs.
you drag your fingers through her folds again and she jolts.
“say it.”
“…thank you.”
you stand, fixing your shirt, heart still racing.
she’s still spread open. ruined. dripping.
and then you unlock the door, walk out like nothing happened, and leave her to figure out how the hell she’s going to clean up the mess between her thighs.
karina CEO g!p arriving home tired and his wife helps him relax with slow and lazy sex
CEO karina.. 🏃♀️🏃♀️🏃♀️
warnings: lazy riding.
— poor baby’s completely and utterly worn out from her incompetent workers who messes up her orders nearly every single time! shouting her lungs out at them tired her to the core, her body aching from juggling schedules all day, to staying composed at the looong, useless meetings to handling peoples’ wrongdoings.
— she was ready to clock out immediately.
collar buttons popped open, tie slacking down and the usually neat, prim ponytail’s strands framing her face painted in pure exhaustion. her glasses were askewed, falling down from one ear and barely on her face.
karina stumbled home, the warm atmosphere melting her stern demeanour and she went limp in your arms when you tried to greet her back to the penthouse.
— you automatically assumed she was tired to even blink so you set up the bed for her, apparantly not too tired for a nice, relaxing night with you.
in other words, to fuck you.
— she pathetically groaned, her arms lazily looping around your waist to bring you down on her as her eyes was half-lidded, barely open and a crooked smirk almost visible.
she hooked down her black slacks alongside her boxers, revealing a hard cock standing up proudly as she laid down, looking you up expectingly with a sulky expression.
“i’ll help you out,” you half-laughed, briefly taking off your shorts and the faint laughter was cut off with a shaky moan and her grunt when you sunk down on her dick, it filled you up fully and you needed a moment to shift yourself to be comfortable even though you were her wife and did this plenty of times before..
karina’s hands slowly massaged your boobs through the thin fabric of your top, tweaking around with your hardened nipples as you started to bounce up and down on her.
she bit her lip, her eyes fluttering close and let out a contented sigh. “m’ so tired, you’re doing so.. good, my love.”
— “jus’ like that, yeah?” karina whispered through the slick noises of your pussy clenching around her dick and the contact of damp skin slapping each other echoing through the bedroom.
with a loud, shameless groan, karina cummed in you carelessly, settled in you for a good few minutes before she rolled you over to the side. needily, she nuzzled in your neck and held you tightly in her embrace underneath the messy blankets.
“m’ so tired, baby..” she breathed, her eyes staying stubbornly closed and her grip tightening nonetheless.
“go to sleep then, darling.” you pecked her cheek, your fingers entangling in her messy hair.
karina’s such a loser for you it’s genuinely pathetic. stuttering when you get too close, blushing when you so much as look at her in a tight top. she’s got this whole awkward, shy thing going on: always adjusting her sleeves, chewing her lip, eyes darting away whenever you flirt. but you know the truth. you’ve seen the way she stares at your thighs like she wants to cry. how her hips twitch when you casually sit in her lap. how her cock bulges under her sweats, begging for attention, leaking through the fabric because she’s too scared to ask for anything more than a hug.
but tonight? tonight she’s so needy. you’re straddling her lap on your bed, grinding slow, and she’s trembling, whimpering, hands gripping your waist like she might fall apart. “i-i’ve never done this before,” she stammers, eyes wide, cheeks red, “but i think about it all the time. i think about you all the time.” you smile, leaning close, lips brushing her ear. “what do you think about, baby?” you whisper, rolling your hips again. her breath hitches. “fucking you,” she admits, barely audible. “making you feel good. being inside you. cumming in you. over and over.”
you pull her cock out and it’s huge. heavy, twitching, soaked in precum, way too big for someone so shy. you tease her at your entrance, and she whines— full-blown begging now, hips bucking. “please,” she pants, “please, i can take it, i need to feel you—” and when you finally sink down on her, slow and tight, she loses it. head thrown back, moaning like she’s never felt anything like this before (she hasn’t). “fuckfuckfuck— you’re so warm— i’m gonna cum already—” you ride her slow, praising her, calling her your good girl, your desperate little loser, and she just nods and cries and takes it.
but then something snaps. once she cums the first time— deep inside you, hips jerking, cock pulsing— she doesn’t stop. she flips you over, panting, pupils blown wide. “again,” she begs, pleads, voice low and wrecked. “need to fill you again.” and suddenly she’s fucking you rough, cock still hard, thrusting deep and fast, moaning your name like a prayer. “you feel so good— so good— i wanna live in you—” and you realize: shy, loser karina? she’s a big freak. a filthy, needy, pussy-obsessed freak who’s gonna fill you up until you’re crying.
★ karina yu, the yu family’s precious gem, the only daughter, married to a man she once believed was the one for her. now she suffers a one sided marriage, imprisoned in her cold mansion. when hope seem to have disappeared, one young maid enters her life.
karina x fem!reader
7.3k wc
⚠️ adult content, smut, dom!reader, fingering, cunnilingus, swearing, violence, lee jae wook
karina remembers it very clearly.
how bright and colorful her life was when she met her husband, mark. she loved him and he loved her. that was enough.
or so she thought.
because just a week after their wedding, that bright, colorful life began to fade into something dull and lifeless. his heart turned stone cold, and his eyes no longer held the warmth she once knew. he was no longer the man she had fallen in love with.
but when they went out to parties or social gatherings, he slips into the role of a loving husband. a skillful performance that masked the coldness beneath. and the moment they were away from prying eyes, the act vanished like a switch being flipped. behaving like strangers.
karina understood why. it was painfully clear. he hadn’t married her—he married her money, and he never even put any effort in hiding it.
so now she’s trapped inside her cold fortress, broken down by someone who doesn’t even spare her a glance, emotionally and mentally bruised.
-
karina lifted her head up upon hearing the sound of door opening. she paused from her painting session and watch as an elderly woman walked in carrying a tray.
it was the head maid, donna.
"where's the young maid?" karina asks.
donna placed the tray and turned to face karina.
"she was pregnant, she resigned." karina nodded, resuming on her painting.
"but the new one should start this evening."
karina hums, "make sure she's well debriefed."
donna nodded before leaving the room.
karina looks at her painting. a dull mixture of gray and blue. symbolising the mental situation she is in.
a few rooms away from karina’s, you stood before the head maid, donna. her expression was stern as she went over the house rules and your chores.
you stood still, hands clasped in front of you, fingers picking at the small scab on your knuckle.
“you will start this evening. miss karina needs her tea whenever she goes out on the balcony. i assume you know how to make tea?” she asked, eyes fixed on you expectantly.
you nodded, offering a small smile.
“yes, i do.”
“good.”
after explaining your duties, she handed you a uniform—a black dress that stopped just above your knees, with white cuffs and collar, and an apron trimmed with frilly edges.
you wore it and smiled at your reflection in the mirror before being called to the kitchen.
the clock struck 9 pm, the time karina does her nightly stay on the balcony, so you began preparing her tea. you made sure to ask the chef how she liked it—better safe than sorry. you’d learned the hard way in previous jobs, when messing up meant getting scolded or worse.
carrying the tray, you passed by karina’s husband, jae wook. you greeted him quietly, but he didn’t even spare you a glance, walking past like you were invisible.
“what a dick.” you muttered under your breath.
reaching the balcony, you saw a woman in a black silk robe that looked like it cost more than your entire paycheck.
you gently knocked on the glass door, quietly announcing your presence.
karina shifted, turning her head to the side, revealing a profile so breathtaking it stole your breath away.
she looked like a statue in a museum. every feature perfectly carved by gods and goddesses.
“i said, put it down on the table.”
a firm voice snapped you out of your trance.
you flinched and hurried to place the tray on the glass table.
‘great job, yn.' you muttered to yourself.
afterwards, you stood at a respectful distance—not too close to invade her space, but close enough for her to call on you if she needed anything.
a week had passed and you observed many things in the mansion.
karina and jae wook barely interacted. scratch that—jae wook ignores her completely, no matter how many times she tried to reach out. you couldn’t help but pity her. it was painfully clear how much she loved him, how desperate she was just to get a sliver of attention, a single sign that he cared.
then came jae wook’s suspicious habits—coming home late at night, often drunk, sometimes smelling like he’d smoked half a pack of cigarettes. you could tell he was hiding something. something painfully obvious. an affair.
men often smoke to cover the scent of perfume, and jae wook’s constant cigarette smell every time he walked through the door gave him away.
it made you feel sorry for karina, seeing how badly he treated her, how little she deserved it.
you felt it was unfair for her. though you have not known the woman enough, but you felt like she deserved better.
“yn." donna called.
you looked up. “yes, madam?”
donna called another maid over and nodded toward you. the maid smiled and took over the dishes.
“karina asked for you.”
you nodded, dried your hands, and headed toward karina’s room.
you knocked softly before entering. inside, karina sat on a stool with her back to you, facing a large canvas.
her head turned, eyes meeting yours briefly before she looked back at the painting.
“you asked for me, miss?”
karina hummed. “i wanted to ask your opinion.”
she stood and stepped away from the canvas, inviting you to look at her work.
the painting was a swirl of blues and grays, strokes scattered seemingly at random. to most, it might look empty and plain, but art was a language of feeling—and this piece spoke volumes about what karina carried inside.
“everyone else said it looks empty." she said quietly.
“it is empty.” you agreed.
karina’s eyes searched yours, unreadable.
“but it perfectly captures the artist’s feelings—an empty chaos.” you added.
she let out a soft, faint chuckle. for you, it was a moment that felt like life itself.
the sound seemed to tickle you. you wanted to hear it again.
“finally. someone who understands.” she said, settling back onto the stool.
you looked at her face—once so blank, now softened with a hint of relief and amusement. her eyes sparkled with a new glint of interest as they met yours.
“what’s your name?” she asked.
“yn, miss.”
“yn... yn...” she repeated, as if testing the sound.
you liked how it rolled off her tongue, how her voice softened when she said your name. suddenly, you found yourself liking your name more than ever before.
the next day, she called for you again.
you stood by the door, close enough for her to feel your presence as she sat at the vanity desk, brushing her long black hair.
“do you enjoy art, yn?” she asked, eyes meeting yours through the mirror.
“i do. it fascinates me how people express themselves in so many different ways.” you answered.
karina hummed in agreement.
“art is... very interesting. it helps me destress when things get too hectic to handle.” she said softly.
then she paused and turned to face you.
“do you paint?” she asked.
you shook your head. “unfortunately, i wasn’t gifted with the talent for it.”
karina chuckled, the sound once again pleasing to your ears. the fact that you had sparked it made you feel unexpectedly warm.
“how unfortunate. i would have asked you to paint with me.” she said, turning back to the mirror.
then she paused again, looking at you through the reflection.
“be my muse.”
you froze, eyes wide, mouth hanging open before you could find the words.
“pardon?”
“be my muse. since you can’t paint.” karina said casually.
she stood up and walked to the spot where she usually painted. grabbing an empty canvas from the corner of the room, she settled it on the easel.
you remained frozen in place, like a statue, watching her prepare.
karina glanced at you, raising an eyebrow.
“do i have to drag you myself?” she asked.
you snapped out of it and quickly moved to where she wanted you to stand.
“there. perfect. don’t move.” she said, sitting on the stool.
you stood still for the entire afternoon. though it was uncomfortable and unpleasant, the way her eyes lingered on you made it worthwhile. you liked how she studied your features, how her gaze held you. you enjoyed the attention more than you expected.
the moon hung high when karina finally finished. you let out a sigh of relief, grateful to finally move. you reached out to peek at the painting, but karina held up a hand to stop you.
you looked at her, curious.
“i’ll show you tomorrow.” she said softly.
you nodded and left her room.
karina watched the door close behind you before turning back to the painting. she took one last look, then stood and walked toward the bathroom.
jae wook arrived late. again. as he entered the mansion, he spotted karina sitting on the couch, watching a show. hearing his footsteps, she looked up and stood, eyes widening.
she followed him as he made his way to his office.
“you’re late. again.” she said quietly.
“i’m tired, karina. not now.” jae wook replied curtly.
“you smell like cigarette. you smoke now?” she asked, nose wrinkling at the stench.
jae wook sighed, turning to face her. his eyes were dark, dull—not the ones she once loved.
“can you just leave me alone, karina? i don’t want you up my ass every single second!” he snapped, turning his back on her.
karina’s eyes glistened with tears. she bit her lip, trying to hold back a sob. without another word, she turned and hurried out of his office, running to her room.
you saw it all—the sadness in her eyes, the weight on her face. no, you didn’t like it. she didn’t deserve this.
you stared at the closed door of jae wook’s office before padding back to your room. face shadowed with something dark.
the next morning came and you were met with a calm karina. her face peaceful like she hadn't just cried over jae wook last night.
"good morning, miss karina."
her eyes landed on you, the stare giving a tingling feeling on your skin.
"good morning, yn." she greets back. your heart raced at her response. that was a first. she usually just hums or nods whenever you greet her.
"are you curious to see that painting?" she asks and you nodded, excited to see how you look like in her perspective.
karina flips the canvas so it's facing you and the second your eyes landed on it, you were speechless. frozen on the spot, eyes marvelling at the art before you.
"miss karina?" you managed to call out.
"hmm?" she hums, looking at your face. interest swimming in her eyes as she takes in your fascinated expression.
"am i looking at a mirror right now?" you asked but what answered you was a beautiful melody.
karina laughed. she laughed. albeit short, it was soft, angelic, something that came from heaven. you wanted to hear it again.
your eyes tore off the canvas as you look at her, enchanted by her laugh.
there, a small smile rested on her lips. you made her smile. you made her laugh. you couldn't be prouder.
"what do you think?" she finally asks.
you look back at the painting. you were looking at yourself. a portrait of you so beautifully painted, your features perfectly captured.
"miss karina, this is breathtaking! you really are blessed with such talent!" you exclaimed, stepping closer to examine the painting.
karina felt her lips twitch upward upon hearing your words. something unfamiliar swelled in her heart, it made her happy, seen, recognized, acknowledged.
she rests a hand on where her heart is, unsettled with such unfamiliar feeling.
your eyes caught it, a smile carved your lips.
"you should be proud, miss karina." you said.
karina blinks, looking at her work.
"i feel weird." she says.
"that's pride, miss karina. be proud of what you made."
those words never left karina’s mind. even when she was in the shower where she usually thinks of the past, your words echoed repeatedly.
it had been so long since she's heard genuine kind words. she almost forgot how it felt to be seen. and for the first time, she felt free, not chasing for jae wook’s attention.
and all of it was because of you. a young maid that was supposed to be just another person. but you became someone in her life.
maybe someone she can learn to trust.
-
you laid on your back, eyes staring at ceiling. paint peeling off, a thin carpet of dust on it and cobwebs decorating the corners.
your mind flashed back to walking past expensive vases, paintings, small sculptures and handcrafted wall decorations. all of it looked very pricey. the yu family really are filthy rich.
your eyes glimmered at the thought of having your hands on it.
after all, it was your main intent in getting this job.
it was easy. rich people tend to get lonely and sad very easily. you get them to trust you, break their walls down, take their treasures and then disappear.
but karina.
you couldn't imagine doing such thing to karina.
she wasn't just any rich person with a treasure. for you, she was the treasure herself. a neglected one.
you remembered seeing her face for the first time. you felt like looking at a statue in a museum. the way her tears looked like pearls when she cried, or when you caught yourself staring at her smooth skin that looked like she bathed herself in milk.
her melodic voice that sounded like a siren's song and an angel's instrument. and lastly, her hands. those hands. skillful, blessed with talent.
oh, she was more than just treasure and it's driving you insane. she's driving you insane and you might just become obsessed.
one night, on your way to your room, you saw karina sitting in the living room. a show played on the tv, but she didn’t pay attention to it. instead, she stared down at her phone, waiting for a notification to light up the screen.
your blood boiled. she was clearly waiting for jae wook.
again.
you walked over to her.
“miss karina?” you called softly.
she looked up, meeting your gaze.
“oh, yn. heading to sleep?” you nodded, eyes fixed on her.
“how about you, miss? aren’t you going to sleep?”
karina shook her head.
“i’m waiting for jae wook." she said, and your stomach twisted.
you almost scoffed, but held it in.
“but it’ll be late when he arrives. will you be okay?”
“i will, don’t worry. you should sleep, yn.” with a helpless nod, you left and walked to your room.
but sleep wouldn’t come.
you tossed and turned on the hard mattress, your mind racing. why did karina still care for that man? jae wook didn’t deserve her. he didn’t deserve such a treasure.
then you heard it—faint voices. a man’s voice, loud and angry.
you sprang to your feet, pressing your ear against the door.
“i told you it’s nothing!”
jae wook yelled, anger bubbling beneath his words. karina scoffed, refusing to believe him.
“i’m not stupid, jae wook. that’s a hickey!” she snapped back, eyes locked on the red mark barely hidden on his neck.
he ran a hand through his hair in frustration, jaw clenched tight as he bit back the words threatening to escape.
“i had a rough day, karina. don’t start." he said, then stormed past her, his footsteps heavy and angry.
karina stayed rooted in place, eyes cast downward, until the sharp slam of a door made her flinch.
her fists clenched tightly as tears welled up in her eyes. she padded down to her room, slamming the door shut behind her as she slid down with her back against it, sitting on the cold tiled floor, letting her emotions spill free.
she hugged her knees, resting her head on her arms, trying to muffle her sobs.
then a faint knock echoed through the room. she paused.
“miss karina?”
it was your voice.
karina wiped at her tears with one hand while the other shuffled to open the door.
when the door opened, she was met with your worried face.
“miss karina? are you okay? i heard the doors slamming and thought something happened.” you said softly, your voice gentle.
you saw her red, swollen eyes, the faint traces of tears still glistening. her lips, chapped and red from crying, looked almost too tender.
karina closed the door behind you and then wrapped you in a tight hug, burying her face in your shoulder as her body trembled with muffled sobs.
you stood frozen for a moment, unsure what to do.
then your hands moved—one patting a slow, comforting rhythm on her back, the other gently stroking her hair.
karina’s grip tightened, but you didn’t pull away. not when the woman you were beginning to care for was seeking comfort in your arms.
when her body stopped trembling and her breathing calmed, you lifted her in her arms. she was surprisingly light, making it easy for you to tuck her in bed.
you left her room as quiet as you can after making sure karina was comfortably asleep. taking one last look at her now peaceful face, you closed the door softly.
walking back to your room, you paused just outside jae wook’s office, eyeing the closed door before resuming your way to your room.
-
karina sat by the glass doors leading to the pool, staring at the water as her mind drifted. jae wook had left before she could even talk to him. she had just learned from the driver that he’d gone out of town for a business trip.
she didn’t believe it.
her eyes followed the moon’s reflection dancing on the water’s surface. then she looked up as donna passed by and called her.
“please call yn.”
donna nodded and hurried off to fetch you.
you rushed over as soon as donna told you karina had requested you.
karina looked at you, a small smile gracing her lips when she saw you.
“i feel like taking a swim tonight.” she said, standing up.
“i’ll go prepare your swimsuit." you said, turning to leave, but karina stopped you.
“no need.” she slid open the glass door and stepped outside.
you watched her helplessly before following.
then, without warning, she slipped off her silk robe, letting it fall to the ground.
your eyes widened at the sight, cheeks flushing, ears probably turning red.
karina wore a black silk nightgown that stopped just mid-thigh. her milk-like skin glowing softly under the moonlight.
you quickly looked away, your mouth suddenly dry from the unexpected sight.
then you heard a splash. you glanced back—and immediately wished you hadn’t.
karina emerged from the water, wet hair slicked back, the nightgown clinging to her figure.
her eyes met yours, and your breath hitched, feeling as if you’d been caught staring. you couldn’t help it.
“come join me.” she said, pulling you out of your trance.
“pardon?” you asked, voice barely steady.
you watched karina step out of the pool, your eyes unconsciously drifting down to her curvaceous figure.
suddenly, she was standing close to you.
“come join me. it’d be boring if it’s just me swimming.” karina said, her voice a low, breathy whisper.
your heart pounded wildly.
“b-but i don’t have a swimsuit.”
karina chuckled, trailing a wet finger along your shoulder.
“and i’m not wearing one, right? come on.”
her hands found your shoulders, turning you around so your back faced her. then you felt the zipper being pulled down. you swallowed hard.
the faint vibrations of the zipper sliding down sent a shiver through you. it stopped just above your lower back.
“join me, yn." she said, this time firm.
you let out a soft “yes.” shrugging your dress off and letting it fall down. now left in your underwear, you felt your skin burn under karina’s intense gaze.
you turned to face her, noticing how her eyes avoided yours. the feeling of being naked under her stare was almost overwhelming.
then her eyes lifted to meet yours again. you almost flinched.
“you’ve got a nice body." she commented, sending your senses into chaos.
then she dove into the pool, the splash pulling you back to reality. karina emerged from the water and called out to you.
you stepped forward and jumped in.
a small smile curved karina’s lips watching you jump in. she swam to you as you emerged to the surface.
“can you swim, yn?” she asked.
you looked at her and nodded.
“race you to the other side then.” she said, her voice playful before she turned and pushed off, swimming ahead.
your eyes widened, a smile spreading across your lips. you chased after her and in the end, karina won.
she rested her arms on the ledge, folding it to lay her head down. you settled beside her, back against the ledge, arms supporting you.
karina watched you closely, studying your side profile, your eyes, nose, and lips. her gaze lingered longer on it before rising to meet your eyes again.
“thank you, yn. for last night." she said softly.
you smiled warmly.
“it’s no problem, miss karina.”
she hummed.
“just call me karina.”
you looked into her eyes and were met with a gaze that held something different—something that made your stomach warm with a quiet flutter.
“ok, karina.” the name felt unfamiliar on your tongue, yet oddly satisfying.
then followed a comfortable silence, filled only by the faint chorus of crickets and the occasional song of distant birds.
karina broke the silence.
“have you ever felt trapped, yn?”
you met her gaze, noticing the solemn expression painting her face—a face marked by love and loss.
“betrayed?” she added softly.
you paused, thinking.
“at some point, i might have.” you answered quietly.
“did you get out?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
your mind flashed back to the dark memories you had long grown numb to recalling.
“i did.”
karina looked at you, the intensity in her eyes twisting something deep inside you.
“i don’t want to feel trapped anymore...”
your lips parted, heart pounding fiercely. her words sounded like a plea—a desperate request, a silent call for help. like she was reaching out, hoping you could pull her from the depths of her misery.
karina’s eyes locked onto yours, dark and almost pleading, as if she saw something in you that could save her.
“will you help me, yn?”
then she closed the distance between you, her hands resting firmly on your shoulders, gripping as if anchoring herself to you.
you drowned in her gaze, and you let yourself gladly sink into it.
“if you let me...” you whispered, your hands sliding to her waist, pulling her close.
“there’s no turning back.” you finished, voice low and steady.
karina’s arms snaked around your neck, drawing you in. your lips crashed together, moving hungrily, a desperate hunger shared between two souls seeking solace.
your arms tightened around her, drawing a soft sigh from karina. seizing the moment, you deepened the kiss, your tongue gently exploring hers. she pulled you impossibly closer, her warmth a tender contrast against the chill of the night air.
karina knew it was wrong—to kiss someone who was supposed to be working for her. but she couldn’t help it. it felt right. you felt right.
you were the only one who truly saw her. so how could she let the one person who finally acknowledged her slip away from her grasp?
-
you dropped the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it under your shoe, exhaling the smoke slowly.
you took a day off, using the excuse of family matters. donna didn’t hesitate to let you go. karina, however, hesitated.
karina.
after that night by the pool, everything between you two had shifted. you weren’t just maid and mistress anymore. no, you were something more. at least, that’s what you hoped.
your eyes landed on an open duffel bag, thick wads of cash spilling out—money from a previous job.
a job not so different from this one.
a job where you worked as a maid, befriended a rich, broken soul, broke down their walls, earned their trust... only to steal their treasures one day.
a skill you’d perfected. it was easy. you’d done it many times.
so why were you hesitating now?
you told yourself not to get attached. but here you are—heart racing wildly whenever karina looked your way, blood boiling whenever her husband was near.
you wanted to deny it. deny the fact that you were starting to care, to feel, to be obsessed.
but the kiss muddled everything.
and the look karina gave you? priceless. no amount of money could ever replace the pleasure it brought. you wanted to see it again. you wanted to see her again.
-
karina lay on her bed, restless.
she wasn’t used to you being gone. or maybe she’d grown to love your presence.
her lips still tingled from the memory of your kiss. it had freed her, made her feel, for once, truly free—as if it had pulled her out of the darkness.
and maybe she let her thoughts run too wild.
because her mind was now replaying the image of you from that night—clad only in your underwear, water clinging to your skin. how your hands had touched her so right. it had felt so right.
without realizing it, karina’s hand slowly slid between her thighs, fingers brushing against her warm, clothed core—throbbing, aching to be touched.
she closed her eyes, letting herself imagine it was your hands exploring her instead.
a soft sigh escaped her lips as her fingers slipped beneath her panties. her middle finger traced along her slick, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body.
she moaned softly, circling her clit, picturing your face—looking at her with lust and possessiveness.
then she slipped a finger inside, pumping it slowly before adding another. karina’s moans grew louder, her voice thick with need.
she didn’t even realize she was whispering your name.
the thought of you made her wetter, her body aching as she pumped her fingers deeper.
oh, how badly she wanted it to be you.
karina now stood before the bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection, thoughts running. water dripped from her face, strands of hair sticking on her face.
the sound of her phone ringing pulled her out of her thoughts. she takes one last look of herself before walking out of the bathroom.
she answers it upon seeing her father’s name.
"have you seen the news?"
her heart dropped.
karina struggled getting a word out as her hands gripped the phone tight. she rushes to her tablet, opening it.
she searched up her name and immediately, articles about jae wook being involved in an affair spilled out. all of which were recently posted.
karina almost dropped her phone.
"what a disgrace to our name!" he father hissed on the other end.
she flinched upon hearing his words, heart hammering in her chest.
"fix this mess." was all he said before hanging up.
karina finally breathes, heavily, before her short breathes became ragged. rage quickly bubbled in her as she threw the table across the room, smashing into pieces upon contact.
she screams, an angry screams. her hands grabbed the nearest object and hauled it across the room. same followed the others, expensive objects flying across the room.
you heard the commotion upon arriving. donna looked at you, worry painting her face. the sounds were coming from karina’s room.
you rushed to her room, footsteps echoing as you basically ran.
you opened the door and ducked when you see something flying past you.
karina’s eyes met yours. she froze, a vase in her hand.
"karina?" you called out, walking slowky towards her.
her eyes red from crying, tears painting her skin, and her lips trembling as ragged breaths come out.
as you neared, karina broke down, dropping the vase slowly before falling on her knees. you catched her, wrapping your arms around her figure.
she quickly curled into you, arms tight around you, hands gripping your jacket, tight, like she didn’t want to let you go.
her body trembled against you, broken sobs coming out muffled. your hand stroked her hair, attempting to soothe her.
you felt her pull away. you loosened your arms around her and met her bloodshot eyes, puffy and wet with tears.
"i knew he was cheating...i..i just didn't think it'd hurt so much seeing it." she says, voice raspy.
your hands reached to cradle her face, thumbs wiping the tears rolling down.
"i loved him...i really did..." she adds, voice breaking at the end.
you pull her into a hug in which she accepts, her arms coiling around your neck. you could feel her warm breath tickling your skin.
when karina calmed down, you brought her a cup of warm tea. you set it on the table beside her as she sat on the edge of the bed.
she watched you, noticing that you weren't wearing your maid uniform. you probably ran straight to her room upon arriving from a day off.
that touched her heart.
you offered a small smile at her before walking to the bathroom and coming out with cotton, bandages and alcohol.
you kneeled in front of her, looking up at her.
"can i?" you ask, voice soft.
karina almost stopped breathing at the sight before nodding wordlessly.
you looked down at the wound on her leg, most probably from the glass pieces. gently, you held her leg, pulling it near before dabbing on the wound with cotton.
you hear her hiss as the alcohol seeped into the small wound. you muttered a soft apology, touch so gentle, it almost felt like a feather brushing on her.
after appling a bandage on it, you looked up at her and gestured for her hands.
she lifted it to her lap and saw the small cuts and blood that she failed to notice.
you immediately worked on it, cleaning the blood and putting on bandages. after working on it, you cleaned the used cottons and stood up.
"thank you, yn." karina says.
you meet her eyes. soft orbs shining as they met yours.
your eyes slightly curved as you offered a smile.
"no problem, karina."
karina’s eyes landed on the mess behind you, a sigh escaping her lips. she looks down at the cuts on her hand that were now bandages. her skin tingling as the feeling of your gentle touch lingered.
she heard shuffling and looked up to you removing your jacket, revealing you in a white tank top and unexpectedly toned arms.
karina’s throat bobbed. lips slightly parted.
she had not expected her young maid to have such....package. she didn’t even notice it when you got in the pool with her. or maybe because the lighting in her room was much brighter than in the pool, making your muscles stand out.
upon realizing she was checking you out, she looked away and reached for the warn cup of tea, bringing it to her lips and taking a sip.
she turns her eyes back at you who was now crouching and picking up the broken pieces of objects, plastic in hand.
you cleaned the mess. hands carefully picking up the shards of glass and the broken furniture pieces.
what a waste of money. you thought as you shoved broken expensive objects in the trash bag.
after clearing the bigger pieces, you took a broom and sweeped the smaller pieces. you worked hard. you could feel the sweat start gathering in your denim pants and the occasional drop of sweat from your face.
karina noticed that. your skin covered with the thin sheet of sweat. not just on your face, but on your arms that she couldn't help but look at. mouth going dry as the muscles flexed whenever you moved.
after making sure there were no more broken pieces on the floor left, you let yourself breathe as you leaned against the wall. your hand reaching for your top, gripping it and fanning yourself with it.
karina watched, she couldn't help it.
you noticed and stopped.
"i'm sorry, it was hot." you apologized, dropping your hands.
she shook her head, "it's ok...i should be sorry for making such a mess."
"thank you again, yn." she follows.
you smiled once again. you turned to grab your jacket hung on a chair, preparing to leave.
karina didn't miss the way your biceps popped out as your arms folded. she bit her lip, stomach pooling with something warm.
her thighs squeezed, a sigh coming out at the pressure. she couldn't help it. you looked so irresistible in your clothes.
"yn?" she called.
you look at her. you didn’t miss the way how her voice nearly trembled at the end.
karina crawls out of the bed and slowly walks to you without breaking eye contact. her eyes hazy, clouded with something you’ve seen before.
you didn’t even notice how close she was now.
karina lifted a hand and ran it over your sweat-slick arms, fingers tracing over your faint muscles. her touch warm, inviting and dangerous.
your eyes dropped to her mouth and watched it move as she spoke.
“i need you.”
your breath catches, looking at her with wide eyes, caught off guard by her words.
you stammer out a reply, “w-what?”
karina said nothing. instead, she drags her hand to your neck, wrapping her fingers around it and pulls you close, her lips ghosting over your ear. warm breath sending shivers down your spine.
she whispers, “i fucking need you.”
then without warning, she crashes her lips against yours.
your body stiffened, eyes wide with shock at her display of raw emotions.
her lips pressed against yours, pulling you out of your trance. you closed your eyes, surrendering to the emotions you once wanted to bury, letting it take control.
your hands snaked to karina’s hips, gripping it firmly as if to ground yourself, while hers curled around your neck, pulling you impossibly closer. mouths moving in a heated dance, each fighting for dominance.
your hands slid to her thighs, lifting her effortlessly as her legs wrapped tightly around you, never breaking the kiss. step by step, you carried her to the bed, lowering her gently onto the soft mattress.
her arms found your neck almost immediately, pulling you into a hungry, demanding kiss. with your knees planted firmly on either side of her, you hovered above her, the heat between you crackling with unspoken desire.
you pull away slightly, catching your breath. your eyes met, each clouded with lust, need and something more, something unspoken.
"stay..." karina whispers, eyes shining with plea.
you pressed your lips against hers, and karina welcomed it, tightening her hold around you as if afraid you might disappear.
your lips traveled down to her jaw, leaving wet kisses as you traced a path to her neck, sucking and nipping gently at the skin.
pulling back, you met her eyes, silently asking for her consent.
karina sat up and slowly lifted her nightgown off, revealing her bare skin. you marveled at her, your eyes wandering but your body remaining still. she smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction.
you were only taken out of your stupor when she held your chin, you hadn’t even noticed that she leaned closer.
"you will do anything for me, right yn?" she asks, voice soft like a whisper.
you felt entranced, held captive by her gaze. without even thinking about it, you spoke.
"anything..."
karina smiled, then pulled you with her as she fell back onto the bed, your lips crashing together in a heated kiss.
you pulled away briefly and quickly latched onto her nipple, swirling your tongue around the bud while your hand played with the other.
karina spilled out breathy moans, your name falling from her lips like a chant, filled with need and longing.
karina let her hand comb through your hair, pulling you closer and occasionally fisting your hair. you moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers across her skin.
you released with a soft pop before turning your attention to the other side, your tongue warm against karina’s skin. she sighed blissfully, her breath heaving with pleasure.
when you felt you’d given enough attention to her chest, you kissed your way down her stomach to her abdomen, where your fingers played teasingly with the hem of her underwear.
your face ghosted over her clothed core, pressing a gentle kiss on the fabric, already feeling her wetness beneath. karina whined, pushing into you, but you held a firm hand on her thigh, squeezing it as a warning.
then you stuck your tongue out, dragging a long, slow lick over her clothed clit. karina moaned loudly, hands gripping the sheets as her legs twitched uncontrollably from the pleasure.
"yn fuck!"
you glanced up at karina, her face painted in pure pleasure—eyebrows furrowed, eyes half-lidded, lips red and swollen from your kisses and from how hard she’d bitten down to hold back her cries.
you dragged your tongue over her again, slower this time, your gaze never leaving her face. the way her features contorted in bliss was intoxicating—a sight you wanted to memorize.
without another moment’s hesitation, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs, tossing them aside. then you leaned in, latching onto her clit with your lips.
karina’s whole body jolted at the sensation, a loud, guttural moan ripping from her throat as your tongue worked her with hungry devotion. her hands found your hair again, desperate and trembling, holding you close as her hips bucked up, chasing every wave of pleasure you gave her.
the air was thick with her scent, with the sound of her need, with the electric connection that pulsed between you both—making every touch, every moan, feel like something neither of you would ever forget.
while your tongue played circles on her clit, you slid a finger in karina, taking out a gasp from her then followed with a moan. you pumped it slowly, her slick making it easy to slide in and out.
you slipped in another finger, gradually picking up your pace. karina's grip on the sheets tightened with her knuckles turning white. moans spilling out of her mouth endlessly.
while your hand worked magic in her, your mouth was still latched on her clit, circling your tongue on the bud and occasionally sucking it, overwhelming karina with pleasure. so much so, her legs would twitch and close in around you.
you rest your free hand on her thigh, holding it down when you felt her climax coming. her moans becoming louder and breaths coming out ragged, her stomach tensed as she nears her release.
"fuck! don't stop!" karina moans, her hand landing on your hair to grip it.
when she came with a loud moan, releasing her juices, you didn’t stop. you couldn’t. not when you've had a taste of her. she was so addicting.
you maintained your pace, pumping your fingers in her until she reached her second climax. you couldn’t care less if you injured your hand.
karina almost screamed as she came for the second time, legs shaking and eyes rolled back.
you slowed down to help her ride her. orgasm. after, you pulled out your fingers and brought then to your lips, sucking her juices whilst looking at her in the eye.
releasing your fingers with a pop, you leaned back to her pussy, drenched in her release. you lapped up her juice, sucking her dry and clean before you left kisses from her abdomen up to her neck.
karina brought her hand to your neck and pull you in for a kiss, tasting herself in your lips.
“only in your touch do i feel so free.” karina whispered as you slowly pulled away.
her words tugged at something deep inside you—a raw, aching part of your soul that longed to protect, to heal, to be the reason she felt that freedom.
"then let me be your freedom." you whispered back.
karina looks at you with those eyes. the ones that looked at you like you hung the stars.
"will you do anything for me?" she asks, voice soft.
you grabbed her hand that was wrapped around your neck and brought it to your lips, pressing a soft kiss on it.
with your eyes not leaving hers, you answered.
"everything."
-
karina’s words echoed in your mind, her image lingering far longer than you expected. you didn’t mind—it only fueled your determination.
you sat in the rental car, eyes fixed on the building ahead. the clock struck 9 p.m., and jae wook was supposed to emerge from his “work.”
then the doors slid open.
your gaze landed on a man, unmistakably jae wook, holding a woman in his arms, clearly not a friend.
they got into a car and drove off. you followed from a distance, your mind clouded with hatred and anger.
he was the reason karina felt trapped, hurt, and suffering.
this moment sharpened your resolve to protect her, to be the one who could finally set her free.
you soon reached an empty stretch of highway. streetlamps flickered weakly, and barely a building stood nearby. it was the perfect chance.
you stepped on the gas, speeding up until your car deliberately bumped into jae wook’s sports car.
their vehicle slowed, pulling over to the side, and you followed close behind.
jae wook climbed out, eyes narrowing as he inspected the damage. then he stormed over and knocked aggressively on your window.
you rolled it down and stepped out. his voice was loud, sharp as a bark.
“are you fucking blind?! can’t you see how wide the road is?!”
you met his gaze, your face blank but your eyes burning with dark intensity. he faltered, almost thrown off by the look you gave him.
then he froze—recognition dawning. you were the maid.
he stammered something, but you didn’t give him the chance.
your fist connected hard with his gut, knocking the breath out of him. your hands grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his face against your car with a sickening crack that echoed through the night.
a car door slammed nearby, and you looked up to see the woman stepping out, eyes wide in shock, mouth opening to scream. you didn’t let her.
let’s just say they got dealt with that night.
-
karina woke up the next day, her body heavy and muscles sore, especially in the places that still tingled with last night’s touch. her throat felt dry, and she immediately reached for the glass of water on her nightstand, gulping it down in one thirsty swallow.
she lifted the blankets and caught sight of her naked body, the warmth of the morning light casting soft shadows across her skin. memories of last night surged through her mind—every kiss, every touch, every whispered word.
a stupid, satisfied smile slowly crept onto her lips as she reminisced.
the door opened and you came in carrying a tray of food, a gentle smile softening your features as your eyes met hers.
karina smiled back, watching as you laid the tray carefully on the table. you moved to her closet and picked out a light dress.
“eat first, then bathe.” you said, handing her the dress.
karina hummed in response, slipping into the dress. she crawled out of bed and sat at the table, digging into the food you brought her.
you watched her, your heart lightened now that the burden was gone. she was free.
karina was free.
she reached for her phone and unlocked it.
the sudden clatter of utensils dropping echoed through the room, followed by a sharp gasp.
