[ego13]

90'S LOVEㅤㅤ꩜ㅤㅤY.JM

─── LET ME SHOW YOU 90'S LOVE ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ jimin is the top player of college hockey team, she's the beast on the ice ring, the best student in her class, but the main thing she can't cope with or correct is her shy and sometimes stupid character when it comes to you.

genre: romance, smut, college

word count: 9,6k

warnings (18+): romance, comedy, swearing, mentions of kissing, hockeyplayer!jimin x figureskater!reader, lots of kissing, jimin is really awkward around reader, her teammates teasing her about it, mentions of jaehyun, taeyong of nct127, chaewon, sakura of le sserafim, jimin breaks her arm, vanilla, first time, pet names (princess, darling, love), adult content, thigh riding (r. recieving), dom & sub dynamics, reader is really horny, oral (j. recieving), she whines a lot, hair pulling, nipple play (r. recieving), begging, reader calls jimin puppy/pup, not proofread.

You still remember the first time you met Jimin at the ice rink, the way everything felt fast and then suddenly still, like the world had to reset after she bumped into you with more force than she probably meant to use.

You had barely caught your balance, your skates scraping lightly against the ice as you steadied yourself, and when you turned to face her, you saw it immediately she looked completely mortified, cheeks already turning pink as she rushed to apologize over and over, her words stumbling into each other in a way that made it hard to be anything but soft toward her.

You didn’t brush her off.

You listened.

You let her talk, let her explain herself, and somehow that turned into her nervously inviting you to get coffee.

You said yes, and that one decision shifted everything.

Since then, your lives have stayed loosely but consistently intertwined for almost two months now.

Jimin still always shy around you in a way that never really fades, even as time passes. You notice it in the way she hesitates before reaching for your hand, like she’s always asking for permission even though you’ve made it clear she doesn’t need to, in the way her fingers brush yours first, then pull back just slightly before trying again, as if she’s still learning how close she’s allowed to be.

When you compliment her about her smile, her laugh, the way she talks when she’s excited she goes quiet for a second, her eyes dropping, her ears turning red, and you can practically see her trying to figure out how to respond without giving away just how much your words affect her.

She doesn’t rush into anything physical.

She never has.

Even something as simple as holding hands takes her time, and kisses feel like something she thinks about more than she acts on. You can tell she wants those moments, though, because she lingers close to you, standing just a little nearer than necessary, her shoulder sometimes brushing yours as if she’s testing the space between you without fully crossing it. She watches you when she thinks you won’t notice, her gaze soft and focused, like you’re something she’s still getting used to seeing up close, even after all this time.

You show up to Jimin’s hockey games the same way every time early enough to get a good spot, bundled up in whatever you grabbed on your way out, your attention already fixed on the ice and her team even before she steps out onto it.

You don’t sit quietly, not really. You lean forward, you react, you call out her name when she skates past, and you make sure she hears you over everyone else in the stands, because you want her to know you’re there, fully there, paying attention to every move she makes.

You cheer louder than anyone else.

You don’t hold back, not when she scores, not when she blocks a shot, not when she makes a play that turns the entire game around. Your voice carries, clear and strong, cutting through the noise of the whole crowd, and you feel the pride before anyone even reacts around you.

The locker room is loud as always, her teammates talking over each other while they move around and get ready. You don’t really pay attention to any of it at first.

Your focus stays on Jimin.

She sits on the bench in full gear, already dressed up for the game, her posture a little stiff. You stand between her legs, close enough that she doesn’t have to reach far to touch you, and you adjust her helmet carefully, tucking stray strands of her hair underneath it so it sits right. Your hands move with steady confidence, and you feel her go quiet under your touch, like she always does.

“Stay still,” you murmur, though your tone stays soft, and she listens right away, her eyes flicking up to you for a moment before dropping again, cheeks already warming just from the attention.

From the side, you hear laughter.

Jaehyun leans back against a locker, watching the two of you with an amused grin, while Taeyong shakes his head slightly, clearly entertained by the scene in front of him. “You really just come in here and take over, huh?” Jaehyun says, his tone teasing.

You glance over at him without stopping what you’re doing. “Someone has to make sure she doesn’t leave with her hair sticking out everywhere,” you say, your voice calm, a little dry.

Taeyong laughs. “Yeah, sure. That’s the reason.” He gestures vaguely toward Jimin. “Still can’t believe she pulled the whole figure skater from the college team.”

You straighten slightly, but you don’t step away from Jimin. If anything, you settle in more comfortably, one hand still lightly steadying her helmet while the other smooths down a loose strand of hair. “You talk like she’s not standing right here,” you say, glancing at them with a small, knowing look. “And like she didn’t earn everything she has.”

Jaehyun raises his hands in mock surrender. “Relax bae, we’re just saying. It’s impressive.”

You nod once, accepting that, but you don’t let it go without a point of your own. “Yeah. It is. She’s talented, disciplined, and she leads this team for a reason, it's already making her attractive as fuck.”

Your tone stays even, but there’s no hiding the pride in your words. You don’t say it to impress anyone, obviously.

You say it because it’s true, and because Jimin deserves to hear it, even if it’s coming out in front of her teammates.

You feel her shift slightly on the bench. You don’t even have to look to know what’s happening. Her shoulders tense just a little, her head dipping, her attention suddenly focused on anything except the conversation around her. She gets like this when you talk about her openly. Like she’s not used to being seen that clearly.

But you don’t stop.

“And shit, she's mine,” you add, casually, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, your hand briefly resting on her shoulder before you go back to adjusting her gear. “So, you can be jealous fuckers all you want, but that’s your problem.”

Taeyong laughs again, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. We get it.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything, but you feel it when her hand finally moves hesitant at first, then slowly, carefully resting on your side, like she needs to ground herself in you after hearing all of that. Her thumb brushes lightly against your shirt, and you notice the way her grip tightens just a little, like she’s holding onto you without fully committing to the motion yet.

You glance down at her then, softening your expression. “You’re good, baby,” you say quietly, just for her. “Just focus on your game.”

You finish adjusting her helmet and step back just enough to give her space, but you don’t move away completely. You stay close, your hand still resting lightly on her shoulder like you’re not ready to break that contact yet.

The locker room stays loud, but the conversation shifts as Jimin finally speaks up.

Her voice comes out softer than you expect at first, a little unsure, but there’s a quiet edge to it too, the kind that shows up when she decides to push past her shyness instead of letting it hold her back.

“You two talk a lot,” she says, glancing at Jaehyun and Taeyong. She doesn’t fully lift her head at first, but she straightens slightly, gaining a bit more confidence with each word. “Maybe I should be more… strict during training today.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then Jaehyun blinks, clearly caught off guard. “Strict how?” he asks, already smiling like he knows he shouldn’t test her, but will anyway.

Jimin finally looks up, and you catch the shift in her expression the nervousness is still there, but she’s pushing through it. Her voice stays quiet, but it carries more than before. “You’ll find out,” she says simply.

Taeyong lets out a low laugh. “Oh, so now we’re scared,” he says, but he doesn’t sound scared at all. He sounds entertained. “Captain is threatening us.”

Jimin presses her lips together, trying not to smile, but she fails a little. You notice it immediately. That tiny crack in her seriousness, the way her composure slips just enough to show she’s still the same person who blushes when you hold her hand.

You lean in just slightly, lowering your voice so only she can hear you. “You’re doing good,” you say.

She glances at you, and this time, she doesn’t look away as quickly. Her expression softens, and for a second, it’s just the two of you again, even in a room full of people.

Behind you, Jaehyun leans toward Taeyong and mutters something under his breath about how “they really can’t get a break,” but there’s no real complaint in it. Just amusement.

You turn your attention back to them, crossing your arms lightly. “You should be more worried about the game,” you say, a small smirk tugging at your lips. “Because if she decides to play like that out there, you’re not catching up.”

You sit between Chaewon and Sakura, both of them bundled up in warm clothes, their eyes already fixed on the practice below. They’ve seen you and Jimin together enough times now that they don’t ask awkward questions like they did before, because they did a lot of work to help you and Jimin finally confess to each other, so they apparently knew all the details of your relationship.

Chaewon leans closer first, her gaze still on the ice. “So,” she starts, casual but curious, “how’s it going with her? Still soft and shy?”

You glance down at Jimin, watching her call out something to her teammates, her voice clearer now, more confident. Then you look back at Chaewon. “Yeah,” you say simply. “She’s still her. Just a little more comfortable now.”

Sakura hums softly, smiling a little as she watches Jimin adjust her stance before a drill. “She looks different on the ice,” she says. “More… sure of herself.”

“She is,” you agree. “That’s why she’s captain.”

Chaewon nudges your arm lightly. “And off the ice?” she asks. “Is she still all shy around you?”

You don’t even hesitate. “Yeah,” you say, a small smile forming. “She still gets flustered over the smallest things. Compliments. Holding hands. Stuff like that.”

Sakura tilts her head slightly, clearly interested. “And you don’t mind?”

You shake your head. “No. It’s just how she is.” You pause, then add, “But she tries. That’s what matters.”

Down on the ice, Jimin skates through a drill, her movements smooth but focused, her teammates following her lead. She calls something out, her voice carrying across the rink, and you watch how the others respond without hesitation. She doesn’t doubt herself here. Not like she sometimes does with you.

Chaewon glances between you and the ice. “You know,” she says, “it’s kind of crazy. She’s like that on the rink, but around you she turns into someone else.”

You rest your elbows on your knees, leaning forward slightly as you keep watching her. “She doesn’t have to perform around me,” you say. “She'd be nightmare on the ring but I swear to god she's a completely different person around me.”

Sakura made a face at that. “Ew, stop that, it sounds like shitty cheesy drama.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” Chaewon laughed. “I don't even mind listening that soapy shit, I swear to god we spent century to get them together.”

“I generally thought that she didn't like girls.” Sakura said, at whose words you and Chaewon immediately turned around, looking at her with furrowed brows. “What? Oh, for fucks sake, God forbid a girl making a guess.”

You rolled your eyes, “you did not called my girlfriend straight right infront of me.”

Chaewon snorted, “oof, I guess she did,” she said, turning her attention back to the ring, “that bitch can't keep her passive-aggressive comments to herself.”

A whistle sounds from below. The drill shifts. Jimin moves again, faster this time, sharper, her focus locked in. But even from this distance, you catch her quick glance upward, searching the stands without breaking her stride.

And when she finds you, just for a second, her expression softens.

Chaewon notices it too. “Feels like you're eyefucking her,” she says.

You giggled. “Can't blame me for eyefucking my girl a little when she litteraly looks so hot playing.”

“You eyefucking her when she has problems with taking your hand in hers without blushing,” Sakura teases once again.

You lean back slightly, your voice calm. “Oh, shut up, she just need a little help with releasing her inner freak out.”

Chaewon shifts in her seat, eyes still on the ring for a moment before she glances sideways at you, her voice casual, “So… I can come to conclusion that you and Jimin are still at the ‘honeymoon phase’, or have you moved past just hugs and kisses yet?”

You don’t even have to look at her to know she’s grinning a little, because you can hear it in her damn tone, and Sakura, sitting on your other side, lets out a quiet laugh, leaning back slightly as she adds, “Knowing Jimin, she would die just to thinking about having sex.”

Chaewon snorts softly. “Yeah, I feel like she’d just disappear if things went even a little further than that,” she says, half-joking.

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head a little as you keep your eyes on the ice where Jimin is still moving through drills. “She just takes her time,” you say. “Not like ya'll over-horny bitches who would be up to jump on the first random girl that would come across.”

You glance down at the ice again, watching as Jimin calls out to her teammates. “She’s not as shy as you think,” you say, calm and steady. “She just… um, feels things more than most people.”

Sakura smiles softly at that. “Yeah yeah, among us, Jimin has the most pure soul,” she says, “how cute, of course.”

You just keep watching her, the way she moves and the way she looks just a little more confident every time she glances toward the stands and finds you there. And it looks too fucking hot.

And fuck, Jimin tries to stay focused. She really does. You literally can see it in the way she pushes herself through each drill once again. She leads the whole ass team the way a captain should.

But then it happens again. And again.

She glances up.

It’s just quick glance at first. Her eyes move toward the stands, searching without even thinking, and the moment she finds you, something in her expression softens. But just for a second. Then she looks away and forces herself back into the drill.

Jaehyun notices.

Oh fuck. Of course he does.

He skates past her with a grin he doesn’t even try to hide. “Jimin,” he calls out, dragging the word just enough to get her attention, “are you planning to check out your girlfriend every other second or run practice today?”

Jimin stiffens slightly, her focus slowly coming back. “I am running practice, Jaehyun,” she says, trying to keep her tone firm. “Look after yourself, not after me, I'm not a fucking child who needs someone to constantly remind me what I do wrong.”

Taeyong joins in from the other side, circling back into his position. “Yeah? Because from here it looks like you’re checking in with her every thirty seconds.”

Jimin exhales sharply, shaking her head. “I’m not—” she starts, but she cuts herself off.

You watch all of this from the stands, arms loosely crossed, a small smile forming despite yourself. Chaewon nudges you lightly.

“They’re not going to let her live that down,” she says. “Gosh, I love the way they always tease her about you just to let you see her reaction.”

“Gosh, my poor Jimin” you reply, your eyes still on Jimin. “These assholes won't let you rest even on ring.”

Down on the ice, Jimin tries to reset the pace. She claps her hands once, sharp and clear. “Focus, Jimin,” she mumbles under her breath. “We’re running that again.”

She pushes through it. Of course, she always does.

She's a captain of a whole hockey team.

But still, a few minutes later, in the middle of another drill, she does it again.

Another glance. Another small quick check.

This time, Jaehyun doesn’t even bother hiding his reaction. “There it is,” he mutters to Taeyong, loud enough for her to hear.

Jimin stops skating for a second, turning toward them. “You two talking more than playing” she says, her voice dead serious, but still, there's a faint flush on her cheeks again. “Jaehyun, two more laps.”

Jaehyun raises his hands slightly. “Hey hey, captain, we’re just saying! It’s kind of obvious.”

She presses her lips together, then exhales, forcing herself to stay composed. “Then stop watching me and pay attention to the drill.”

“Hard to do,” he replies, already skating back into position, “when our captain is distracted by someone.”

Jimin doesn’t waste time once the drill resets. She taps her stick against the ice and points Taeyong into position. “Again. Do it faster this time.”

Taeyong nods, but still, he doesn’t move right away. He glances toward the curve of the rink where Jaehyun pushes through another lap, feeling the way he was clearly annoyed, and smirks.

“You’re really not letting him off, huh?” Taeyong laughs.

Jimin shakes her head. “Fuck no. He knew what he was doing.”

Right then, Jaehyun skates past them again. “Oh, my fucking God, I said one thing!” he insists, louder this time. “You act like I ruined the whole practice!”

Jimin turns her head just enough to smirk at him. “You kept talking,” she says. “You can keep skating.”

Jaehyun throws his head back for a second, clearly outraged. “This is unfair, Karina,” he calls out as he passes again. “You’re targeting me.”

Taeyong snorts under his breath. “Gosh, you yap the most. What did you expect?”

“I expect a warning,” Jaehyun shoots back without slowing down. “Not miserable punishment like this.”

Jimin crosses her arms briefly, watching him complete the turn. “You got your warning,” she says. “You ignored it.”

That shuts him up for a second.

Taeyong shifts his weight, then looks back at Jimin. “You’re strict today,” he says, but there’s less teasing in it now.

Jimin shrugs, simple. “We just need to focus.”

Then, after a short pause, she adds, quieter but clear, “She always shows up. I don't want to embarrass myself in front of her.”

Taeyong studies her for a second, then nods once. “Yeah. I get that.”

Jimin adjusts her grip on the stick, posture straightening again as she turns back to the team.

“Stop” she calls out. “We run it again.”

Jaehyun finally finishes his lap and slows just enough to rejoin them, still breathing hard, still clearly annoyed.

Jimin doesn’t react to that. She just meets his eyes for a second.

“Just keep up,” she says.

You keep your eyes on the ice. Jimin skates off toward the coach, helmet still slightly tilted the way you fixed it earlier. She listens to him closely, nodding once.

You notice the shift before it happens.

Jaehyun finishes his laps, but he doesn’t slow down like he should. He circles wider instead, faster, building speed again. Taeyong laughs at something he says. It feels off.

You lean forward slightly.

“Why is he still going?” you mutter.

Down below, Jaehyun pushes harder, blades cutting much harder, speed picking up with each stride. He glances at Taeyong, grinning, clearly trying to show off now that his punishment is technically over.

He changes direction.

Quick.

Too quick.

The moment his edge doesn’t catch the way he expects.

He doesn’t slow down.

Jimin steps away from the coach at the same time, turning back toward the rink, not looking in his direction yet.

Jaehyun tries to stop. You literally can see it.

His posture breaks, skates scraping hard against the ice, but still the speed doesn’t drop fast enough.

Then he hits her.

Full force.

The sound cuts through everything.

Crunch!

Jimin doesn’t have time to brace. The impact knocks into her side, her arm caught between them at a bad angle as they collide. The force carries both of them a short distance before they go down, skidding across the ice.

You freeze for a split second.

Then you’re already on your feet.

“Jimin!”

Your voice comes out louder than you expect, Taeyong stops laughing immediately, pushing toward them. The coach moves fast too.

Jaehyun pulls back first, panic replacing whatever confidence he had a second ago. “I didn’t— I couldn’t stop!” he says.

You’re already running before you could process it.

Chaewon and Sakura follow right behind you, but you don’t wait for them.

Jimin pushes herself up first. Slowly. Carefully. She keeps her injured arm close to her body. Taeyong gets to her side immediately, one hand steadying her shoulder.

“Easy, Karina,” he says, voice lower now. “Don’t rush it.”

Jaehyun stands a step away, frozen for a second, then moves in too, clearly shaken. “I’m sorry,” he says quickly, over and over. “I didn’t mean to— I couldn’t stop, I—”

Jimin cuts him off with a quiet, sharp breath. “Gosh, stop talking, for fucks sake.”

Jaehyun shuts up immediately.

She winces as she shifts her weight, her jaw tightening. Taeyong adjusts his grip, helping her balance without pulling too much.

“Can you move it?” Taeyong asks, careful.

Jimin hesitates, then tries to move her arm slightly.

She stops halfway.

“Yeah,” she says through her teeth, “don’t do that.”

Jaehyun runs a hand through his hair, clearly stressed. “I didn’t see you— I thought you were still by the coach—”

“I was,” Jimin replies shortly. She looks at him then, finally, her expression tight. “You're just blind fucker.”

Jaehyun flinches a little. “Shit, I know.”

Taeyong glances between them, then speaks up. “We need to get her off the ice.”

Jimin nods once, small but firm. “Yeah.”

She lets Taeyong support her on one side, Jaehyun on the other, even though Jaehyun looks like he wants to apologize again but knows that is better for him to stay silent than provoking Jimin once again.

Jaehyun mutters under his breath as they move. “I’m really sorry, Jimin.”

She doesn’t answer right away.

Then, without looking at him, she says, “We’ll talk about it later.”

Jimin sits down on the bench with help. Taeyong stays right next to her, one hand still hovering near her shoulder in case she needs support. Jaehyun backs away, already pulling out his phone with shaking hands.

“Yeah, we need medical assistance on the ice—right now,” he says, voice tight. He gives the location, then hangs up.

You run straight to her.

“Jimin!” your voice breaks as you reach her, and the panic hits you hard the closer you get. Your hands go to her, but you hesitate for half a second, not sure where to touch without hurting her. “Baby, are you okay? Where does it hurt? Can you move it? Tell me—please—”

Taeyong glances at you, then gently tries to step in. “Hey—hey, slow down, girl. She’s fine. She’s okay. Just breathe, duh.”

Jimin looks up at you, and her expression shifts the second she sees your face.

Your eyes are already wet.

“Hey, darling,” she says softly, her voice lower than before, gentler now. She shifts slightly, then immediately stops when broken hand hurts, her jaw tightening for a second before she forces it to relax again. “Hey, look at me.”

You try.

You really try.

But your voice shakes. “You’re hurt. I saw it. You hit so hard and—what if it’s worse—”

“I’m okay,” she says quickly, cutting you off. “I swear. It’s not that bad.”

You shake your head, tears slipping now. “Don’t lie to me!”

Jimin’s eyes soften immediately.

She hates seeing you like this.

Taeyong watches the two of you for a second, then shifts closer to you, lowering his voice. “She’s trying to calm you down,” he says gently. “Just breathe for a second.”

You take a shaky breath, but your eyes stay locked on Jimin.

She reaches out with her other hand, slow and careful touches your wrist. “Darling,” she repeats, quieter this time. “I’m right here.”

Jimin exhales softly, then forces a small, strained smile, trying to ease the tension. “You’re shaking more than I am.”

“That’s because I’m scared,” you say, your voice breaking again.

Her expression changes at that.

It softens completely.

“Don’t be,” she says. “I’m not leaving. I’m not going anywhere.”

You don’t answer right away.

She watches you closely, then adds, quieter, “Look at me. I’m still here. It’s okay.”

Medics arrive fast. Jimin answers when she needs to, but she stays quiet most of the time.

You stay right there until one of the medics asked you to step back.

They help her off the rink and guide her toward the medical room. Jimin gives you one last look before she disappears.

Then the doors close.

You stand there for a second, frozen.

Taeyong notices first. He steps closer, then gently guides you toward the benches outside the rink. “Sit down,” he says.

You sit.

Jaehyun stands a few steps away. He runs a hand over his face, then looks at you.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, but this time, he turns fully toward you. “I messed up. I didn’t mean to hit her. I didn’t mean to—”

You don’t answer right away.

Chaewon leans back in her seat, glancing at Sakura. Then she tilts her head slightly. “You really need to work on your fucking ‘show-off’ phase,” she says, half joking.

Sakura nods, completely serious but clearly holding back a smile. “Yeah. It’s dangerous for everyone around you.”

Jaehyun exhales, frustrated but also aware they’re not wrong. “I get it, okay? I get it. I won't be doing shit like that anymore.”

Chaewon shrugs. “Do you, though?”

Sakura lets out a small laugh. “He’ll think twice next time, after all, Jimin still has other hand especially for his tricks.”

Jaehyun ignores them and steps closer to you again, lowering his voice. “Hey, listen. I'm really sorry. I know you’re worried about her. I saw your face. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

You finally look at him.

Your eyes are still red.

“I know,” you say, quiet. “But that doesn’t fix anything.”

He nods immediately. “Yeah. I know.”

He pauses, then adds, more carefully this time, “If there’s anything I can do—anything, please you tell me.”

Taeyong sits down beside you, watching the hallway where Jimin disappeared. “Right now,” he says, calm and steady, “we wait. That’s all we can do.”

You nod slowly, even if your hands still tremble a little.

Chaewon leans forward slightly, softer now. “She’ll be okay,” she says. “Jimin doesn’t give up easily, you know.”

The door opens after almost an hour.

Jimin steps out first, her arm supported, a clean white plaster now wrapped around it. She looks tired, a little pale.

“Jimin—”

You reach her and pull her into a careful hug, arms wrapping around her without pressing against her injured arm.

She lets you.

“How do you feel?” you ask quickly, your voice still carrying that same worry. “Does it hurt a lot? Are you okay? Tell me—be honest.”

She exhales softly, one hand lifting slightly before settling against your back, careful and slow. “Hey,” she says, quiet but warm. “I’m okay.”

You pull back just enough to look at her face. “You swear?”

She gives you a small, tired smile. “I swear with Jaehyun's leg.”

Behind you, you soft laughter.

Taeyong shakes his head, crossing his arms as he leans against the wall. “Told ya,” he says, a hint of a smile on his face. “She’d be fine.”

Chaewon lets out a short laugh. “We all knew that.”

Sakura nods. “Yeah. No way she stays down.”

Jaehyun stands a little further back, watching Jimin, then glancing at you. He exhales, relieved but still a bit tense. “Yeah,” he mutters. “I was worried.”

Jimin tilts her head slightly toward the group, then looks back at you. “See?” she says, soft but a little playful despite everything. “They’re not as worried as you.”

You shake your head, still holding onto her, your voice quieter now. “That doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to be, I'm your girlfriend.”

Her expression softens at.

She nods once. “No. You can be.”

A few hours pass before you finally make it home.

The ride stays quiet. Jimin keeps her injured arm close, resting it as best she can, while you stay close to her. You don’t push her to talk.

When you reach her place, she unlocks the door and steps inside first.

You follow right after.

Posters cover the walls, her favorite hockey teams, players she clearly looks up to. Her hockey stick hangs neatly on one side. Everything feels organized, personal, and very much her.

But her energy shifts.

She closes the door behind you, then pauses for a second. Then she exhales and walks straight to her bed.

She sits down slowly.

You follow her in, stopping a few steps away.

Jimin leans back on her other hand for a second, then lets out a quiet sigh. Her shoulders drop just a little.

“I’m worried,” she says after a moment, staring down at her plastered hand. “About the season.”

She continues, her voice a little tighter now. “If this takes too long, I might not be ready when the college league starts.”

You can hear it in her voice. This isn’t just about an injury.

“I don’t want to sit out,” she adds, quieter. “I don’t want to let them down.”

You move closer without rushing and you don’t want to overwhelm her any more than the day already has.

You sit down beside her on the bed, close enough that your shoulder almost touches hers. You keep your movements slow and deliberate, giving her time to adjust.

Jimin doesn’t pull away.

You rest your hands in your lap for a second, then you gently reach out, careful not to touch her injured arm, and let your fingers settle lightly against her knee.

“Hey,” you say softly, your voice calm. “Pup, listen to me.”

She lifts her gaze to you, still tense, still worried, but she stays.

You continue, choosing your words carefully. “Your team won’t leave you behind,” you said. “They won’t replace you. They won’t move on without you.”

You pause for a second, “they’ll wait.”

Her brow tightens slightly, like she wants to argue.

But you don’t let her spiral.

“You lead them,” you say, steady and sure. “That doesn’t disappear just because you need time to heal. If anything, it matters more now. A good team waits for its captain. And your team? They follow you for a reason.”

Jimin exhales slowly, her shoulders lowering just a little as she listens, but the worry doesn’t fully leave her face.

“And you,” you add, “you don’t have to prove anything by rushing back. You already proved enough. You’re allowed to take time to recover.”

Jimin keeps her eyes on her injured hand for a moment longer, her fingers curling slightly. Then she exhales, slow and quiet, and finally looks up at you again.

Her voice comes out smaller than before. “Do you think I look pathetic like this?”

You don’t answer right away.

You just look at her, at the tension still sitting in her shoulders, at the way she tries to hold herself together even now.

Then you shake your head.

“No, pup, don't say things like that,” you say, simple and firm. “I don’t.”

Jimin watches you, searching your face like she’s trying to decide if you’re just saying that to make her feel better.

You shift a little closer, keeping your tone calm, grounded. “You got hurt. That’s it. That doesn’t make you pathetic. It makes you human.”

Her jaw tightens slightly.

You keep going. “You lead a team. You push yourself. You show up. One accident doesn’t erase all the shit you did for them, all the matches you won for them.”

She looks away for a second, her thumb brushing against the edge of the plaster, then she speaks again, much quieter than before. “But I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t even see it coming.”

You nod once.

“Yeah,” you say. “And that’s why it’s called an accident.”

You pause, letting the words settle.

Then you add, softer now, “You don’t control everything. No one does. But you handled what happened after. You stayed calm. You got help.”

Jimin lets out a small breath, her shoulders loosening just a little.

But she still doesn’t fully believe it.

So you reach for her again, this time placing your hand gently over hers.

She doesn’t pull away.

You hold her gaze and say, “If anything, this proves you’re strong. Not the opposite.”

That lands.

You see it in the way her expression shifts, just slightly, the way her eyes soften even though she still looks tired.

She leans back a little on the bed, exhaling.

“…I hate this,” she admits, quieter now.

You nod. “Yeah. You’re allowed to hate it.”

She gives you a small, tired look. “You’re not going to let me sit here and say shit about myself, are you?”

You let out a small breath, almost a laugh, but not quite. “No.”

She huffs softly, a tiny bit of that familiar, shy frustration showing through. “Stubborn.”

You tilt your head slightly. “You first, pup.”

You notice it right away.

The way she reacts to your words.

Her eyes drop for a second, her cheeks turning pink, and she presses her lips together like she’s trying to hold something back.

You don’t stop.

You lean in just a little, keeping your voice calm.

“You’re really good,” you say. “Not just on the rink. You lead your team. You make decisions. People trust you. I trust you too.”

Jimin looks up at you again, still blushing, but she doesn’t interrupt.

“And you don’t quit,” you continue. “Even when it’s hard. Even when you’re nervous. You still show up and do your job.”

You pause, letting that sink in.

Then you add, a little softer but just as clear, “I’m so proud of you.”

Her reaction changes immediately.

She freezes for a second, like she didn’t expect that. Her gaze shifts down again, her fingers curling slightly over the plaster.

“…you don’t have to say that,” she murmurs. It’s quiet. Almost shy.

You shake your head.

“No,” you say. “I mean it.”

You shift a little closer. “You’re my girlfriend. I get to be proud of you.”

That makes her look at you again.

This time, her blush deepens, and she quickly glances away, clearly overwhelmed by the attention. “You’re embarrassing me.”

You don’t back off.

You just smile a little. “Good.”

She lets out a soft breath, half a laugh, half a sigh.

So, you continue, a little quieter now. “You don’t look weak to me. You never did. And you definitely don’t look pathetic.”

You tilt your head slightly, watching her closely.

“You look so fucking hot.”

Jimin goes quiet for a moment.

Then she looks at you, softer now, her voice barely above a whisper. “You really think that?”

You nod once.

“Yeah.”

The room quiets after that.

You stay close to Jimin, your hand still resting lightly over hers, and she doesn’t pull away.

She just watches you.

Then she shifts.

Slow. Careful. She leans in just a little, her gaze dropping to your lips for a second, then back to your eyes, checking if you’re okay with it.

You don’t move.

And then she closes the distance.

She leans in and presses a soft kiss to you, her movements still careful, still a little unsure, testing something she’s always been too shy to try first.

You freeze.

Completely.

Your brain just… stops.

You don’t pull away. You don’t move forward. You just sit there for a second too long, caught off guard in the best possible way, like you didn’t expect her to take that step.

Then she pulls back.

Just a little.

Her eyes search your face, unsure again.

“…sorry,” she murmurs, instinct kicking in.

You blink.

Then you laugh.

“You—” you start, still smiling, shaking your head slightly. “You just did that first.”

Jimin blinks at you, clearly not expecting that reaction.

“You kissed me first,” you say, a little more clearly now, your smile still there. “You’ve never done that before.”

She goes completely still.

Then her cheeks turn red again, fast.

“I—” she starts, then stops, clearly flustered. “I just—”

You can’t help it. You smile wider.

“That was new,” you say, a little amused, but warm. “You okay with that?”

She looks away, clearly embarrassed now, her hand tightening slightly against yours. “I thought… I should try.”

You soften immediately.

You lean in just a bit closer, lowering your voice again. “You don’t have to rush anything.”

She looks back at you.

But she doesn’t look away this time.

“…I wanted to,” she says quietly.

And this time, you don’t hesitate.

You hold her gaze for a second longer, just to make sure she really means it, that she’s not pulling back into that shy hesitation again.

She doesn’t.

So you move.

Slow. No rush. You give her time to see it coming, to stop you if she wants, but she stays right where she is, her eyes fixed on yours.

You lean in.

Careful with your hand, you shift a little closer, making sure you don’t bump her injured arm, your fingers brushing lightly against her side just to steady her. She inhales softly when you get close, like she’s bracing herself, but she doesn’t pull away.

Then you kiss her.

This time, you don’t freeze.

You keep it soft, simple, steady, matching her pace.

Jimin hesitates for a split second.

Then she responds.

You feel it in the way she relaxes just a little, the tension in her shoulders easing as she leans in a bit more, trusting the moment instead of overthinking it. Her good hand shifts slightly, unsure at first, then settles gently against you, like she’s grounding herself.

You don’t rush her.

You keep the kiss calm.

It doesn’t last long.

When you pull back, it’s slow, just enough to look at her again.

She looks different.

Still shy. Still a little flushed. But softer now, like something finally settled inside her instead of building up.

You don’t say anything right away.

You just stay close, your forehead almost touching hers, giving her time to breathe, to process, to exist in that quiet moment without pressure.

Jimin lets out a small breath, her voice barely above a whisper. “…okay.”

You smile a little.

“Yeah,” you say. “Okay.”

Jimin stays close for a second, her eyes flicking between yours and the space somewhere near your shoulder like she doesn’t know where to look now.

Then the realization hits her.

Her cheeks flush again, deeper this time, and she pulls back just a little, enough to create space, but not enough to fully break the moment.

“…I don’t even know how to kiss properly,” she admits, quiet and a bit rushed, like she wants to say it before she overthinks it.

You blink once, caught off guard—not by what she said, but by how honest she is about it.

She looks down right after, clearly embarrassed. Her fingers shift against the bed, fidgeting slightly. “I probably did it wrong.”

You shake your head immediately.

“No,” you say, simple and firm.

She glances up at you, unsure.

You lean back just enough to meet her eyes clearly, your voice calm, steady. “There’s no ‘proper’ way you have to follow.”

She frowns a little, like she doesn’t fully believe that yet. “There has to be something.”

You let out a small breath, not laughing at her, just soft. “Yeah. There is.”

You pause, then add, “You go at your pace. You don’t rush. You pay attention to the other person. That’s it.”

She listens closely, still a bit tense, but focused.

“You did all of that,” you continue. “You were careful. You didn’t push. You stayed.”

Her expression shifts slightly at that, some of the doubt easing, even if it doesn’t disappear completely.

“…still feels like I messed it up,” she mutters.

You tilt your head, watching her. “Did I pull away because I didn’t like it?”

She blinks, thinking.

“…no.”

“Did I look uncomfortable?”

“…no.”

You nod once. “Then you didn’t mess it up.”

That lands a little better.

She exhales quietly, her shoulders dropping just a bit, though her cheeks stay warm.

“You’re overthinking it,” you add, softer now. “Like you always do.”

She gives you a small, embarrassed look. “I can’t help it.”

“I know,” you say.

There’s a short pause.

“You don’t have to be perfect at it,” you tell her.

Jimin looks at you again, her expression softer now, still shy, but less tense.

“…okay,” she says quietly.

Jimin stays quiet for a moment after that, her fingers still fidgeting against the bed, her eyes not quite meeting yours anymore.

You notice the shift right away.

She inhales, then exhales, like she’s trying to say something but keeps stopping herself halfway.

“…there’s more,” she says finally, voice low.

You tilt your head slightly. “Okay. Say it.”

She hesitates again, then blurts it out before she can overthink it.

“Sometimes I feel like I don’t know how to… make out properly either.”

The words come out rushed, and the second she says it, she looks away completely, like she regrets admitting it at all.

“And it’s… I don’t know,” she adds, quieter now. “It feels stupid. Like I should know how by now, since we've been dating for such a time.”

You don’t react fast.

You let a second pass.

Then you shift a little closer, your voice calm and grounded. “Hey.”

She doesn’t look at you.

You don’t raise your voice. You don’t force it. “Puppy, look at me.”

Slowly, she does.

Her expression is tense. A little embarrassed. A little guarded.

“I’m going to be very clear,” you say, steady and simple. “That’s not something you’re supposed to just magically know.”

She frowns slightly. “But everyone else—”

You shake your head. “No. That’s not how it works in real life.”

She pauses.

You keep going. “People figure that stuff out over time. With someone they trust. At their own pace.”

Her shoulders ease just a little, but she still looks unsure.

“…still feels like I’m behind,” she admits.

You shrug lightly. “Behind what? There’s no deadlines.”

That makes her pause again.

You soften your tone just a bit. “You’re not doing this for anyone else. You’re not trying to match some standard. You’re just learning what feels right for you. And for me”

She watches you closely now.

“And if you don’t know something yet,” you add, “that just means you haven’t learned it. Not that there’s anything wrong with you.”

Jimin’s grip on the edge of the bed loosens slightly.

“…I felt kind of ashamed,” she says, quieter now, like she’s testing the word.

You shake your head immediately. “Don’t.”

She looks at you again.

Jimin stays quiet after that, her gaze dropping again, but not in the same way as before.

She shifts slightly on the bed, her shoulder brushing yours, and you feel how tense she still is, even if it’s softer now.

Then she speaks.

“…can you teach me?” she asks, barely above a whisper.

You blink once. “Teach you what?”

She hesitates, then forces herself to say it clearly. “How to kiss.”

Her cheeks turn red again the second the words leave her mouth. She looks at you for half a second, then away, like she already expects you to laugh or brush it off.

You don’t.

“You don’t need lessons,” you say first, calm and steady.

Her shoulders drop a little. “I know, but—”

You gently cut in, not dismissing her, just redirecting. “But I get what you’re asking.”

She looks back at you, unsure.

You shift slightly so you face her more directly. “If you want to figure it out together, we can. No pressure. Just… go slow and pay attention.”

Jimin exhales quietly, her fingers stilling a little.

“…so you will?” she asks, more carefully this time.

You nod once. “Yeah.”

That’s all she needs to hear.

She doesn’t move right away, though. She just sits there for a second, gathering courage, her shoulders rising slightly with a breath.

Then she shifts closer.

You stay where you are, letting her set the pace again, letting her decide how close she wants to be.

You don’t overcomplicate it.

“Slow,” you remind her quietly.

She nods.

Her lips meet yours, soft and careful. She doesn’t pull away right away. She stays. She tries to follow the rhythm.

Good.

You respond gently, matching her pace so she can feel it.

You shift slightly closer, slowly getting onto her lap, careful with her arm, your hand resting lightly on the side of her neck to steady her. She notices. You feel the way her shoulders ease just a little.

She adjusts.

It’s small, but you notice it. She tilts her head just a bit, testing what feels better. Her good hand moves again, hesitant, then settles against your hip this time.

When she hesitates, you pause with her. When she leans in, you repeat after her.

That’s it. That’s all she needs.

A few seconds pass. Maybe more.

She relaxes into it.

She stops thinking so much and just stays with you, and you can feel the difference immediately.

Then she pulls back.

Her face is close to yours, her cheeks still flushed, her breathing uneven but quieter than before.

“…was that better?” she asks, voice soft, a little unsure.

Then you nod once.

“Yeah,” you say. “That was you actually trusting me.”

She blinks at that.

You give her a small, warm look. “And surprise, it worked.”

She exhales, some of the tension leaving her shoulders again.

“…okay,” she says, quieter.

She leans in again.

This time, she doesn’t hesitate as much.

You meet her halfway.

The kiss feels easier now. She remembers what just worked and follows it.

You feel her relax into it again, her hand resting more naturally against your hip.

You don’t guide as much this time. You actually let her lead, enough for her to feel the difference.

It lasts a little longer.

When she finally pulls back once again, her forehead almost brushing yours, her eyes flicking up to meet yours without immediately looking away.

“…that felt different,” she says quietly.

You nod once. “Yeah.”

She studies your face for a second, checking your reaction again, but this time she doesn’t look as nervous.

“…better?” she asks.

You give her a small smile. “You tell me.”

She pauses.

Then she nods, a little more certain this time. “…yeah. Better.”

Her hand slowly moved up, lifting the hem of your sweatshirt slightly, just enough for her to cup one of your breasts in her hand, squeezing it through the soft fabric of your sports bra.

“You're so beautiful, princess,” she whispered, you felt how with each passing second her movements became more confident, her touches became bolder, “I am very lucky to have you.”

You bit your lower lip when you heard her say those words. You used your hand to help her finally pull off her sweatshirt and top, throwing it somewhere to the side. That's the last thing on your mind, thinking about where it landed.

She swallowed nervously, seeing such a sight in front of her, and without noticing it, her cheeks blushed even more, “they're so…” She giggled nervously, "they're so beautiful…”

Slowly and carefully, she leaned closer, covering the sensitive skin with her lips. You let out a soft gasp as Jimin's warm mouth enveloped your nipple, your back arching slightly off the bed. Your hands flew to her hair, fingers threading through the silky strands as you held her close, still being mindful of her sore hand.

“Fuck… Just like that, pup…” You whined, you cradled the back of her head, gently guiding her to suckle more firmly. Your breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling more rapidly. “You're doing it so fucking good…”

Jimin's good hand slid down to grip your ass, squeezing the firm globe and pulling you harder against her. You could feel the heat of her mouth, the wet suction, and it was making you throb between your legs.

You rocked your hips up, grinding your aching core against Jimin's toned thigh through the fabric of her sweats as you held her tight. Your skin flushed, and she could feel the dampness of arousal beginning to soak through your panties.

Your hand tightened in her hair, making her whine in pain, causing her to turn her head, turning away from one nipple to another. Jimin could feel the heat building between her own legs, her core clenching with each suck and lick.

She was being so good, so eager to please you, and it was driving her wild. One hand slid down from her hair to the back of her neck, pressing her closer as the other cupped the side of her face. You guided her gently, encouraging her to take more of her breast into her mouth.

“Don't rush, slow down…” You hissed, hips started to move faster, grinding harder against her. She could feel the wet spot on her thigh growing, could feel your juices starting to drip down her skin. It was filthy, it was fucking dirty, but fuck if it wasn't the hottest thing she had ever experienced.

After a few minutes, she pulled away from your breasts, looking up at you with those 'fuck me' eyes that was making your mouth water. Her hand sliding up your back to tangle in your hair. She pulled you closer, until your chests were pressed together and your forehead was resting on her shoulder.

“Gonna come for me, yeah, princess?” She whispered against your ear, hand slowly slid down to your ass, and pulling you harder against her thigh. She could feel your breath coming in short, sharp gasps against her, could feel the way you was trying to hold back your moans.

“Don't hold back, love,” she mumbled, “I want to hear you, all of you.”

“Jimin, fuck fuck fuck!” She felt your body tense and then shudder against her as your orgasm crashed over you. The sound of your high-pitched whine, barely a whimper of her name, sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She could feel the fresh gush of wetness that soaked through the fabric of your panties and coated her thigh as you finally came undone.

"Shh, I've got you, love," Jimin murmured, holding you close as you trembled and quaked in her arms. She stroked your hair, your back, any part of you she could reach as you rode out the waves of your climax. "You did so good, princess. So, so good."

“Fuck, I think I ruined your sweats,” you laughed at the realization of what had happened as your orgasm gradually subsided, “I promise I'll buy you new ones… or at least wash these ones.” “Nah, I'm good,” she smiled back, “I always wanted to throw them away, they were only good for going to training.“

She wanted to say something else, but fell silent when she felt you slowly slide off her lap, kneeling between her legs, forcing her to spread them.

“Hey, what are you doing—” she didn't even have time to finish her sentence before she felt your hands pulling her sweats down her long legs.

“You just made me come,” you replied, throwing her pants aside, “It's all fair, I'm just returning the favor.”

“You don't have to, really…” Jimin's breath caught slightly. You felt her body respond. Your fingers stilled for a moment, then continued their path, slipping fully beneath the waistband of her boxers.

“But I want to,” you answered, looking up at her, “after all, in this situation, when you have a broken arm, how can I not take care of my girlfriend? Especially when you need some oral support.”

You let your words to sink in, noticing how her eyes widened, “moral support, I mean,” you giggled as if nothing had happened, noticing how her cheeks blushed a few shades more.

“Shut up,” she muttered, “you're genuinely making me blush.”

“Good to hear," you smiled once again, hooking your fingers into the waistband of hsr boxers, slowly peeling them down her hips and thighs. You helped her to lift her hips just enough to tug them off completely, leaving her her bare and exposed.

You leaned in, running your tongue along her slit, from her entrance up to her clit, savoring the first taste of her essence. You moaned at the exquisite flavor, her eyes fluttering shut in bliss.

“S-Shit!” she whimpered loudly, feeling the way the rough surface of your tongue was teasing her, “that feels… That feels so damn good…”

“And you taste so fucking sweet,” you purred, before diving back in to lap at her sex like a woman starved. You focused her attention on her clit, circling and flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of your tongue, before suckling it gently.

Your hands gripped her hips, holding her close as you continued your sensual assault. You could feel the heat and wetness emanating from her core, could taste the sweet taste of her arousal.

You was so determined to bring her to the heights of pleasure, to make her see stars and forget any lingering insecurities.

Her whines grew louder and louder with every movement of your tongue, and she felt how her hips unconsciously pushed towards your tongue.

"That's it, fuck my face," you commanded, your voice a low, seductive growl. "Take what you need." You felt her trembling hand tangle in your hair, pulling it tightly, making you hiss at the sensation.

You could feel her grip on your hair tightening with every passing second. The pain was a delicious counterpoint to the intense sensations radiating through your body. You groaned in encouragement, the sound vibrating against her dripping sex, spurring her on.

"Fuck, please, baby!” she whimpered once again, buckling her hips in your face even harder.

You growled in approval at her wanton moans and desperate pleas. She could feel her fingers tangling in her hair even harder, gripping the strands tightly as she rutted against her face with wild abandon. Emboldened by her passion, you doubled your efforts, determined to bring her to the edge of ecstasy she so desperately craved.

“Come on, puppy,” you murmured against her pussy lips, “I can feel you being so close, you won't hold back for me, won't ya?”

“Y-Yes, baby, please!” her hand trembled in your hair as she was tethering on the edge. “I'll be good, I won't hold back, I swear!”

You sealed your lips around her clit, suckling the sensitive bud. The obscene sounds of your tongue plunging into her soaked pussy filled the room, mingling with Jimin's escalating moans and cries.

You could feel the telltale fluttering of her walls, signaling her impending orgasm. You redoubled her efforts, fucking her harder and faster, your tongue lashing at her clit with merciless precision. Jimin let out a whimper of pure bliss as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. "Fuck!"

Her inner walls clamped down around your plunging tongue, rippling and fluttering as they tried to draw you deeper. A gush of her essence flooded your mouth, and she could feel you greedily swallowing every single drop.

You gentled your touch, slowing your tongue to shallow thrusts and soft caresses as Jimin floated down from her high, her body going boneless and pliant above you.

"Fuck, that was so damn beautiful," you murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her sensitive sex before. You gazed up at her with adoring eyes, taking in the flush of her skin, the sheen of sweat on her brow, and the blissed-out smile playing about her kiss-swollen lips.

After a few moments you shift against the pillows and pull the blanket over both of you. Jimin settles in close, careful with her arm, tucking herself against your side. You adjust automatically, one arm around her shoulders, the other resting lightly so you don’t touch the plaster.

She exhales.

A long one.

“Today was a lot,” she murmurs, her voice softer now, already slower.

“Yeah,” you say. “It was.”

She presses a little closer, her forehead brushing your collarbone, her body finally relaxing. You feel it happen. First her shoulders relax. Then her back. Then her breathing evens out.

You run your hand gently along her arm, slow and steady, nothing complicated. Just enough to ground her.

“I’m still mad about the timing,” she adds quietly, eyes half-closed. “But… I’m less scared now.”

You nod, even if she can’t fully see it. “Good.”

A pause.

Then, softer, “I meant what I said earlier. They’ll wait for you, pup.”

She hums in response.

Another minute passes.

Her grip on your shirt loosens slightly, then tightens again.

“Stay?” she mumbles, barely awake now.

“I’m here,” you say.

Her breathing slows further, turning steady, deep. You feel the shift when she finally stops thinking and lets herself drift. Her weight settles fully against you.

[ego13]

FAMOUSㅤ۶ৎ W1NRINA

⎯⎯ you were desparate, so your plugs decided to find entertainment for you in exchange for what you need.

plugs!winrina x fem!reader‎‎‎‎‎ .ೃ࿔ explicit content (18+, mdni), girlcock!, very small blurb, breeding, penetration, unprotected sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, back shots, slutshaming (alot), sloppy blowjob, cum play, not proofread .ೃ࿔ word count 900+

You sit between Karina's spread thighs, your mouth hungrily enveloping her hard cock. Meanwhile, Minjeong leans back against the couch, her eyes glued to a dirty scene while idly stroking herself and taking drags from her blunt.

Both girls watch intently as you take them in, praising your bravery for putting yourself in this compromising position – especially considering you didn't come with any cash. However, after their initial shock, they soon realize your desperation and offer you something else instead.

"That's it, keep going," Karina encourages, running her fingers through your hair, guiding your movements along the sensitive length of her shaft. As you lavish attention upon her, she moans softly, her hands gripping your head tighter.

"Damn, look at her go," Minjeong said, as she took a deep drag of a blunt, "lavishing onto your cock like the starving girl she is."

She reaches out, running a manicured finger along the seam of your skirt. Her touch sends shivers down your spine. You glance up at her, catching her eye as she offers you a devilish grin, that made your head litteraly spin.

Karina's voice is husky with desire, "fuck, Minjeong... you see how she's working that dick? That's some top-notch blowjob skills right there."

"Oh, I know…but it's even hotter seeing how eagerly she's doing it. No wonder she had to come to us begging for some fun." She winks at you, a playful smirk on her face. "Looks like someone's enjoying themselves quite a bit, wouldn't you agree?"

You continue your ministrations on Karina's cock, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as you bob your head back and forth. The sound of wet slurping fills the room, intermingling with the occasional moans escaping from her lips.

Her hands tighten in your hair, guiding your movements with a firm grip.

She was reathless and panting, she looks down at you with lust-filled eyes. "Goddamn... you're really good at this. Keep going... make me cum in that pretty mouth of yours."

Encouraged by Karina's words, you redouble your efforts, your tongue swirling around her throbbing length as you suck harder.

At the same time, Minjeong got up from the sofa, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing herself against your back. Her hands wander lower, finding the hem of your skirt and slowly pulling it up to expose your bare ass.

Her voice drops to a husky whisper in your ear. "Damn, look at her go."

With a teasing smirk, she guides her throbbing member to your wet entrance, slowly pushing inside you as she starts to rock her hips back and forth.

Watching the scene unfold before her, Karina can't help but groan in delight. "Fuck yeah... watching you get fucked while you're choking on my cock is fucking hot."

Breathless from the intensity of her movements, she leans forward to whisper in your ear. "You're such a good little slut... let me hear you moan as I fill you up."

Feeling Minjeong's cock pounding into you relentlessly, you bite down on her cock to stifle your moans. The sensation only heightens your arousal, making you crave even more pleasure.

Gripping your head tightly, she lets out a low growl. "Come on…don't hold back. Moan for us... show us just how much you love getting dicked down while sucking that cock."

You felt her fingers entwined in your hair, she pulls it back roughly, exposing your neck to Karina's hungry gaze. With each thrust from Minjeong, she increases the pace, hammering into you with relentless passion.

Breathless and flushed, she growls in your ear. "You're such a dirty little whore... just begging to be used like this. Take it all, baby…take every inch of our dicks."

Karina looked down at the sight before her, she grins sinisterly. "That's it... let her use that tight little cunt of yours while you choke on my dick. Feels fucking amazing, doesn't it?"

Your body trembles under the onslaught of pleasure as she continues to mercilessly fuck you from behind. Meanwhile, Karina's cock remains rock hard in your mouth, her fingers still holding onto you tightly.

As her thrusts become more erratic, signaling her impending climax, you can barely manage to keep her cock in your mouth. The overwhelming sensations of being double penetrated push you closer and closer to the edge.

Lustfully watching the sight before her, Karina grips your head tighter, her hips bucking in sync with her thrusts. "Fuck yes... listen to her moaning, begging for more... she wants it so bad, greedy bitch."

As the intensity builds, she increases the speed and power of her thrusts, her body slamming against yours with each powerful stroke. You can barely catch your breath as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you, leaving you dizzy and desperate for release.

Breathless from her exertions, Minjeong leans forward to whisper in your ear. "You're such a good little whore... I'm gonna make you cum so hard, gonna breed you so fucking good."

With a final, brutal thrust, she lets out a guttural moan as she releases inside you, filling your insides with her warmth. At the same time, Karina pulls you off her cock, letting out a frustrated groan as she watches her cum drip down your chin.

"Fuck... Look at her, goddamn," she groaned.

"Wanna switch?" Minjeong asked, as her hand was still in your hair, pulling your head back.

It's gonna be a long night.

[ego13]

ミ SEXUALITY

𓂃 ࣪˖ rival!karina x fem!reader

彡 warn1ngs porn without plot (sorry not sorry) unprotected sex, a fight escalating into sex, p in v, creampie, spanking, bites, rough sex, immobilization sex on the floor, not proofread actually ❜ word count 4,1k ࿐ playlist the might ༄

synopsis you and Karina have been rivals since elementary school, but one day, when your friends decided to lock you in a pantry as a joke, things didn't turn out quite the way you expected. <3

It had started back in elementary school, when you and Karina sat side by side in the same classroom. At first it was just the usual kind of rivalry that kids pick up—arguing over who got the higher test score, who the teacher liked more, whose science project looked better.

You remembered the way she used to smirk when she edged you out by a single point, and how you never resisted throwing that same smirk back when the tables turned. It wasn’t anything serious back then—just small victories, small losses, the kind of thing that could be shrugged off in the moment.

But by middle school the competition had shifted. It wasn’t just about grades anymore. It was about friends, who got invited where, who sat with who. You both had sharp tongues even as teenagers, and it didn’t take much to light a fire between you. If she rolled her eyes at something you said, you were quick to make sure she caught you laughing at her haircut.

If you won some recognition in class, she was just as quick to dismiss it as nothing special. The back-and-forth became a pattern neither of you seemed able to break.

When college came around, though, things turned meaner. What had been sarcastic digs before grew sharper. Yu didn’t hold back on making you the target when she caught wind of your sexuality.

Whispers at first, then comments dropped loud enough for others to hear. Sometimes it was a mocking laugh when you passed by, sometimes a remark meant to sting. You got used to her voice cutting through the noise of the cafeteria, little remarks about how “no wonder she can’t get a boyfriend.”

You weren’t the type to sit back quietly. If she pushed, you pushed right back. Jimin’s dating life wasn’t exactly impressive, and you never let her forget it. Every time her latest fling fizzled out, you had a remark waiting. You didn’t even need to think about it anymore—it came out naturally. “Guess it’s hard to keep a guy around when they realize they’re dating someone with the personality of a dumb bitch,” you had thrown at her once, loud enough that a few heads had turned.

She’d gone red, but the smile she shot you afterward wasn’t embarrassment—it was that familiar look, the same one she wore as a kid when she had just found another way to get under your skin.

The feud became routine. Passing each other in the hall meant a guaranteed exchange, quick but cutting. Sometimes it was only a word, sometimes a drawn-out argument that left both of you fuming. The rest of the world moved on, but between you and her, it felt like nothing had changed since those days of sitting at desks side by side, daring each other to blink first.

By the time sophomore year rolled around, what you had with her wasn’t just rivalry anymore—it was something heavier, something with teeth. People around campus knew it, too. They’d seen enough of your exchanges to understand that whenever the two of you were in the same room, tension followed.

It wasn’t just words. It was the way Yu would go out of her way to block your path in the hallway, slowing her steps just enough to force you to brush past. It was the way she’d “accidentally” spill her drink close enough to splash onto your notebook during a group study session, claiming it was clumsiness with a smile that didn’t match.

And you weren’t innocent either. You made sure her latest failed fling always found its way into conversations. You’d lean against a doorway, casually mentioning how fast guys seemed to run when they realized dating her was all ego and no substance.

What made it worse was how much history there was between you. Every jab wasn’t just about now—it carried the weight of years. When she called you names, it wasn’t just casual cruelty; it was layered with every time she’d rolled her eyes at you in fifth grade, every mocking laugh she’d thrown in seventh, every cutting remark she’d sharpened in high school.

And when you shot back, you weren’t just talking about her latest breakup. You were twisting the knife in all those times she strutted around like she had something to prove, and you refused to let her believe she’d won.

There was a day in the library that summed it all up. You’d settled at a table, trying to cram before midterms, when Jimin slid into the seat across from you without asking. She didn’t even open a book. Just sat there, tapping her pen against the wood, staring.

“You’re in my spot,” she said, voice low, steady.

“It’s a public table,” you shot back, not looking up from your notes.

“Not for you.”

You finally looked at her, tired, but unwilling to give her the satisfaction of backing down. “Funny. Didn’t know they started reserving spaces for people who can’t keep a boyfriends longer than two weeks.”

Her lips twitched, not quite a smile. “Better than not being able to get one at all.”

The air between you felt thick, every word carrying more weight than it should have. Neither of you raised your voice, but the quiet hostility made students at nearby tables shift uncomfortably. You weren’t shouting, but you didn’t have to. Everyone could feel it—that steady, simmering hatred neither of you ever seemed to let go of.

It happened on a Friday afternoon, one of those slow days when classes let out early and most people were either already heading off campus or hanging around with nothing better to do. You hadn’t suspected anything when a couple of your friends told you they needed help moving some supplies out of one of the storage rooms near the student lounge. It sounded boring, but you owed them a favor, so you went.

What you didn’t know was that across campus, Jimin was being fed a different story. Someone had told her a professor needed her to check out some equipment that had been misplaced, something about a missing projector. It was just believable enough to get her walking toward the same room.

You were the first to step inside. The closet wasn’t huge—metal shelves stacked with cleaning supplies, cardboard boxes, and an old vacuum in the corner. The air was musty, the kind of place you’d never willingly linger in. You turned to ask what exactly needed moving when the door creaked behind you, and suddenly she was standing there.

Her eyes narrowed the moment she saw you. “Of course you're there too.”

You let out a sigh, already knowing what this was. “Don’t tell me you’re here for the same thing.”

Before either of you could leave, the door slammed shut. The unmistakable sound of the lock clicking in place followed, along with muffled laughter on the other side.

“Hey!” you shouted, banging on the door. “Not funny!”

“Very mature,” she muttered, crossing her arms. She didn’t bother yelling—just leaned back against the shelves like she was resigned to it. “Your friends are fucking idiots.”

“They’re your friends too, you fucking bitch” you shot back, glaring.

The silence that followed wasn’t comfortable. You could hear her breathing, the faint scrape of her shoe against the concrete floor. The room was cramped, so no matter how far you shifted, she wasn’t more than a few feet away.

Minutes ticked by. You banged on the door again, but no one answered. Whoever had locked you in had clearly decided to leave you there long enough for the “joke” to sink in.

She finally broke the silence. “You look more nervous than I do. What’s the matter? Afraid being stuck with me will ruin your reputation?”

You laughed once, sharp. “Please. If anyone’s reputation is in danger, it’s yours. Wouldn’t want people thinking you’re desperate enough to hang around a me in a pantry.”

Her eyes flicked to yours at that, something unreadable in them before she looked away. “Cute.”

You leaned against the opposite wall, folding your arms. “Admit it—you’re just as annoyed about this as I am.”

“Annoyed?” she repeated, tilting her head. “Try disgusted.”

The word hit harder than you wanted it to, though you didn’t let it show. Instead, you let out a low chuckle. “Disgusted is a strong word for someone who can’t stop paying attention to me.”

She pushed off the shelf at that, closing the small space between you by a step. Not threatening, but closer. Her voice dropped, steady and clipped. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

The air was heavier now, the narrow space amplifying everything—the sharpness of her words, the slight catch of your breath, even the way her perfume clung faintly to the stale air. You hated how much you noticed.

The silence didn’t last long. It never did with the two of you.

“You know,” Jimin finally said, her voice dripping with that familiar bite, “it makes sense they shoved you in here. You’re like a stray dog—always hanging around, never knowing when to leave.”

You snapped your head toward her. “Funny. I was just thinking the same about you. Except strays usually have more charm than whatever you’ve got going on.”

Her mouth curved in a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Is that supposed to be an insult? Because at least I don’t have to beg for scraps of attention from girls who probably only pity you.”

The words landed sharp. Your hands clenched into fists before you could stop them. “Say that again.”

“What? That you’re pathetic? Or that the only reason people even talk to you is because they feel sorry—”

You shoved her before she could finish. Not hard enough to knock her down, but enough to make her stumble back into the shelf. A box shifted and toppled to the floor with a loud thud.

“Don’t touch me,” she snapped, pushing off the metal frame and stepping right back into your space.

“Then don’t run your mouth like that,” you fired back, the heat rising in your chest.

She gave a short, bitter laugh. “God, you’re so predictable. You act tough, but the second anyone says the truth, you—”

This time, you didn’t let her finish. Your fist connected with her nose before you’d even processed the decision. The crack of impact echoed in the tiny closet, followed immediately by her sharp gasp. She staggered back, hands flying to her face.

“Are you fucking insane?!” she shouted, voice muffled behind her palms.

You stood frozen for a split second, heart hammering. The sight of blood trickling between her fingers snapped you out of it, but instead of regret, all you felt was adrenaline.

“You asked for it,” you spat, though your voice shook more than you wanted it to.

She dropped one hand from her face, eyes blazing through the tears that welled up from the hit. “You’re gonna regret that.”

In the next moment, she lunged forward, shoving you hard enough that your shoulder slammed into the wall. The shelves rattled, another box falling somewhere near your feet.

You shoved her back as hard as you could, your palms hitting her shoulders, but she barely gave ground. The pantry was too tight for either of you to really move, so it became a chaotic push-and-grab mess. Her hand caught your arm, nails digging in, and you twisted, trying to shake her off.

“Pathetic?” you snapped, shoving against her chest. “You’re the one who can’t keep anyone around.”

Blood smeared across her face when she snarled back at you, her nose still bleeding. “At least guys actually want me! You don’t get that luxury—you’re stuck begging for scraps from girls who’d never take you seriously!”

Your fist swung again, but she caught your wrist this time, slamming it against the wall. The impact jolted up your arm.

“Fuck off, Karina!” you barked, trying to jerk free.

“Make me,” she shot back, shoving you again. Her voice cracked with fury, half from pain, half from something else she’d never admit.

You kicked at her shin, and she cursed, stumbling back a step. The shelf rattled, bottles clattering dangerously.

“You think you’re better than me?” you yelled, chest heaving. “You’ve been obsessed with me since we were kids, and you can’t stand that I don’t care about you the way you care about me!”

Her eyes widened at that, rage flashing through them. She lunged, grabbing your collar, dragging you forward until your faces were inches apart. Her breath was hot and unsteady, her nose bleeding freely now.

“You really think I care about you?” she hissed. “You’ve been the thorn in my side since the second grade. If I hate anyone, it’s you!”

You grabbed her wrist and twisted, breaking her grip. “Funny way of showing hate, spending every damn day with my name in your mouth.”

She shoved you one more time, harder this time, until your back slammed into the door. Her voice was raw when she snapped, “Because you never fucking disappear!”

You glared at her, panting, fists still clenched. “Neither do you.”

You shoved her with everything you had left, and this time she wasn’t ready for it. Her back hit the shelf hard, and then she lost her balance, slipping down onto the cold concrete floor. The crash echoed, boxes rattling around you.

Before she could scramble back up, you were already on her, knees pressing into her sides as you pinned her down. Your fist was raised, ready to strike, the adrenaline still rushing hot through your veins.

But you froze.

Something about the way she looked up at you stopped you cold. Her eyes weren’t just angry—they were wild, a mess of rage and something deeper you couldn’t name. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths. Her lips parted like she was about to spit another insult, but no words came.

Your hand trembled in the air, caught between wanting to hit her and not knowing why you suddenly couldn’t.

Her hands shot up, grabbing the collar of your shirt. She yanked you down hard, dragging your face closer until your noses nearly brushed. “Do it,” she hissed, blood smeared at the corner of her mouth. “Hit me.”

You stared, caught in the pull of her voice, the heat of her grip, the sharp scent of iron from her bleeding nose. For the first time, you weren’t sure which one of you was in control.

And then, without warning, she surged upward. Her lips crashed against yours—not gentle, not soft, but a furious, desperate bite. Her teeth caught your lower lip, hard enough to sting.

You gasped against her, but she only pulled you closer, fists still knotted in your collar as if she’d drag you down with her.

It wasn’t a kiss in any normal sense of the word. It was violent, messy, more like another blow thrown in the middle of your fight. Her teeth sank into your lower lip, sharp enough to make you wince, but she didn’t let go. She bit down harder, until the coppery taste of blood spilled into both your mouths.

You hissed against her, trying to pull back, but her grip on your collar only tightened. The fabric bunched at your throat, cutting off space, keeping you locked in place above her.

“Let go,” you managed between ragged breaths, but she didn’t. If anything, she bit down harder, dragging her teeth across your lip until you felt the skin tear. Warmth trickled down your chin, small drops spotting the collar of your shirt.

You pushed against her shoulders, trying to break free, but it only made her pull you closer, forcing her mouth against yours in something that was half a kiss, half a punishment. It was rough, unrelenting, full of every ounce of hate and tension that had built between you over the years.

When she finally released your lip, the sting lingered, blood dripping down. She looked up at you with a kind of feral satisfaction, chest heaving, lips red and smeared.

“You wanted a fight,” Jimin whispered, her voice hoarse, “and now you’ve got one.”

You stared down at her, lip throbbing, breath unsteady. The line between anger and something else was so blurred you couldn’t even see it anymore.

Her words hung in the air, sharp and taunting, but you didn’t back off. You should’ve shoved her away, should’ve spat something back, but instead you just stared at her—the blood on her lips, the fire in her eyes, the way her chest rose and fell like she was daring you to do something.

Your pulse hammered so loud you could feel it in your ears. Every part of you screamed that this was wrong, that she was your enemy, that this was just another way she was trying to win. And yet, without thinking, your hand slid from her shoulder to the side of her face.

Before she could smirk or spit another insult, you leaned down and crushed your mouth to hers.

This time it was you who kissed her, hard, rough, claiming control where she’d stolen it moments before. The sting of your split lip flared again as it pressed against hers, blood smearing between you, but you didn’t care. Your fingers dug into her jaw, holding her still, forcing the kiss deeper.

She froze for half a second, like she hadn’t expected you to actually take it further. Then she responded in kind, her hands fisting tighter in your collar, pulling you down until you were nearly lying on top of her.

The kiss wasn’t tender. It wasn’t soft. It was desperate, bruising, teeth clashing and breaths mixing in shallow bursts. Years of anger, of snide remarks and insults, all boiling over into something neither of you had words for.

When you finally broke for air, foreheads pressed together, the room spun with the weight of what you’d just done. Her lips were swollen, your mouth still bleeding, and the closet felt smaller than ever.

She let out a shaky laugh, low and rough. “Guess you don’t hate me as much as you pretend.”

At that moment, you felt something hard press against your thigh, causing you to raise your clouded gaze to her.

“You're already hard," you said with a hint of mockery in your voice, "it's pathetic.”

She smirked, her hands sliding down to your hips, and in a moment you were upside down on the cold floor, with her hovering over you, making you feel vulnerable.

You tried to push her away, return to your usual position and make her lie on the floor instead of you, but her strong arms did not allow you to do this, fixing you in one position.

You heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled, causing you to rise slightly on your elbows, watching her every move carefully.

As soon as the belt was in her hands, she cast a suspicious, predatory look in your direction that made your skin slowly break out in goosebumps.

“The fuck are you going to do?” You asked, not even having a clue what she had planned, and that was what made you afraid, the feeling of hopelessness and unpredictability.

She didn't answer, but just silently pulled your hands towards her. The leather belt slowly wrapped around your wrists, tightening tightly around them.

“What the fuck, Karina?” You asked worriedly, twitching your hands in an attempt to get out.

“You will be less handsy,” she said, licking the drop of blood still dripping from her nose, apparently not even planning on stopping

Her hands slowly unzipped the fly of her pants while you watched silently, not daring to say a word. For the first time in a long time, being completely immobilized and locked in the same room with her, you felt so vulnerable, as if she could do anything to you.

“Look at you,” she said, as her hand stroked herself through the fabric of her boxers, “lying on the fucking floor and being so needy for me, aren't you a masterpiece, little girl?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you snorted, still trying to pull your hands out of the belt.

“I don't think you're in a position to shut me up, after all it's up to me whether you cum or not.”

Hands carefully moved under the hem of your underwear, lifting it up and pulling it down your legs. Seeing such a view in front of her, she couldn't help but lick her lips, and a satisfied grin spread across them.

You let out a barely audible groan as you felt the slightly cool air in the room touched your folds. The back arched, as if silently begging her to finally touch it.

“So needy, I see,” she said as her fingers grips the base of her cock while she positioned herself between your legs. Your hips instinctively thrust forward, causing you both to groan at the same time.

Her head falling back and eyes squeezing shut at the intense sensation. Her hands gripped the your hips tightly, fingers digging into your soft flesh as she struggled to maintain control.

"Shit, you feel so fucking good," she panted, hips bucking up to meet her as you settled onto her shaft. She could feel every inch of your hot, tight walls gripping her like a vice. It took every ounce of restraint not to just start pounding into you right then and there.

But Karina wanted to make this last, wanted to hear every breathless moan and desperate whimper fall from your lips before she made you cum.

"Mmm, I knew this cute pussy would feel amazing wrapped around me," she purred, giving your rear a firm smack before squeezing and kneading the reddening flesh.

She leaned in to capture your lips in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and barely restrained hunger, you tasted blood in your mouth which made you whine contentedly.

She looked so incredible, the blood running down her nose, smeared across her lips, chin, already flowing down to her neck and drying, it seemed like there would never be anything more beautiful in your life than this view.

One hand slid up to tangle into your hair, gripping it tightly to hold you in place as she plundered your mouth, while the other hand drifted down to rub firm circles over your sensitive clit.

"That's it, baby," she encouraged breathlessly as she felt you start to rock against her touch, chasing your pleasure. "Fuck yourself on my dick until you can't take anymore."

Karina's hand gripped your hip tighter, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as she started to thrust up harder, driving her thick cock deeper into your tight heat with each pump of her hips. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room as she fucked up into you with wild abandon.

She continued to rub the sensitive nub in tight circles, feeling you start to tremble beneath her. Your whining became even louder than before, turning into a delight for her ears.

“Karina, f-fuck... I-I need...” You said, unable to find the right words, as if your head had suddenly turned off, not allowing you to put two words together.

“Shh, shut up now," she said, delivering another smack to your ass, “I know what you need, you dont have to say it.”

“Fuck, you like it so much, don't you?” she panted harshly, sweat dripping down her temples as she fucked into your tight heat with wild abandon.

She smirked wickedly at your desperate moans, feeling your tight pussy clench and flutter around her throbbing cock. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear as she spoke in a low, filthy whisper.

“Get used to the feeling of my cock splitting you open, because I'm going to be fucking this pussy all damn day.”

She punctuated her words with a sharp thrust of her hips, driving into you harder, faster. Karina roared, feeling the you clench and quiver around her pistoning cock. She slammed into you harder.

“F-Fuck! Give it to me, right fucking now!” Her voice was a low, demanding rumble as she pounded into you, the thick head of her dick kissing your cervix with every thrust. She could feel her own orgasm building as your velvet walls gripped her like a vice.

“I'm so close...” She groaned, slamming into you one last time as she felt her own orgasm crashing through her. Her cock throbbed and jerked inside you as she shot thick ropes of hot cum deep into your cunt.

She breathed quickly and heavily, trying to restore her breathing, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises as she ground against you, making sure every last drop of her release was seated inside you.

“From now on I'm not going to tolerate any of your fucking attitude towards me, only if you want to get dicked down, pretty girl.”

[ego13]

ミ MOMMY'S GIRL

𓂃 ࣪˖ sugarmommy!karina x fem!reader

彡 warn1ngs ❜ heavy mommy kink (i serve mommy issuess), heavy vanilla sex, praise kink, strap usage, porn without plot, not proofread, praise kink, pet names, mdlg dynamics, cunnilingus (a little), jimin came almost untouched, lol, dollification (kinda), word count idk +-3k words ༄

synopsis . . . found out that you failed your exams with a bang, karina can't think of a better option than to cheer up her favourite girl in a pleasant way

You slammed the office door behind you with enough force that it rattled the frame. The loud crack made her head snap up from the stack of papers on her desk. Her pen froze mid-sentence. She blinked, taking in your tense body, clenched fists, and the way your jaw trembled — not from rage, but something deeper. Her expression instantly softened.

“Hey…” she said gently, standing up slowly. “Sweetheart, what happened?”

You didn’t answer at first. You stayed by the door, breathing through your nose, staring at the floor like if you met her eyes, the shame might crush you. Your throat felt tight. Embarrassment clawed at your chest. But when she rounded the desk and stepped closer, voice low and careful like you were some kind of live wire, you finally got it out.

“I failed,” you said, voice cracking.

Jimin’s brows knit together, her lips parting slightly. “Your exams?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer.

You gave a shaky nod. “I studied for weeks, mommy. I tried. I really fucking tried.”

She let out a quiet breath, like her heart was breaking just from hearing how defeated you sounded. She stepped forward, placing her hands gently on your arms, thumbs rubbing soft circles against your sleeves.

“Oh, my little girl…” she said, voice low and tender, “Come here.”

You collapsed into her arms almost instantly. She held you tight, one hand at the back of your head, cradling you close to her chest like she was trying to shield you from the world. You didn’t even care that her blouse was getting soaked with tears — she didn’t either.

“You did your best, princess,” she murmured against your hair. “I know how hard you worked. I saw you. You don’t have to carry this like it means you’re not enough, okay? Because you are. You’re more than enough for me.”

You didn’t say anything, just pressed your face tighter against her collarbone. She smelled like her favourite flower perfume and warmth mixed with something safe.

“I’m so stupid,” you mumbled.

“Hey. No,” she pulled back just enough to look at you, hands holding your face, thumbs wiping your cheeks. “Don’t talk about my sweet girl like that.”

You sniffled.

“You’re smart. You’re brave. You’re trying. That’s all that matters. Grades don’t define you — not in this house, not with me.” Her tone was firm, but her eyes were soft.

Your lips wobbled. “But I wanted to make you proud, mommy.”

That did it. Jimin smiled, even as her eyes looked a little glossy.

“Oh, baby,” she whispered, brushing your hair back. “You do make me proud. Every single day. I don’t love you because of letters on a report card. I love you because you’re you. My sweet, beautiful, stubborn little girl.”

Your throat closed up again, and the sob that came out surprised even you. She pulled you back in without hesitation, arms tightening, kissing the top of your head.

Jimin stroked your back slowly, still holding you close. Your tears had mostly dried, but your breathing was shaky and your body still leaned into hers like you couldn’t support your own weight. She kissed your temple, gentle and lingering.

“You listen to me,” she murmured into your hair. “A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be worrying about exams or stress or pressure. That’s not your place, sweetheart. Your only job is to be taken care of.”

You sniffled, but didn’t pull away. Her voice stayed low and steady, almost like a lullaby, warm against your ear.

“You know what mommy did this week?” she asked. “I bought you that new Cartier bracelet you kept looking at — the rose gold one. It’s already at the apartment, waiting in a little box on your pillow.”

Your lips parted, barely whispering: “You didn’t…”

“Oh, I did,” she said, smiling softly. “And that’s not even the half of it. I had that whole custom Valentino dress set tailored for you — the navy one with the pearl buttons? And that wasn’t cheap, baby. That’s the kind of thing girls your age scroll past and dream about. Most people work ten years to afford just one thing from your closet.”

You shifted a little in her arms, overwhelmed but unable to pull away.

“I replaced your makeup vanity,” she continued, her voice calm and soothing, almost clinical in contrast to the extravagance of her words. “New marble top. Heated drawers. You’ll see it tonight.”

“Mommy…”

She smiled as soon as you said it. That word always made her melt — and you knew it. She held your chin gently and kissed the tip of your nose.

“That’s my good girl,” she whispered. “You don’t need to break yourself down over test scores. You’re not here to fight through life like everyone else, princess. You’re mine. That means you get to rest. You get to breathe. You get to walk through this world soft and spoiled and safe. Understand?”

You nodded weakly, and she cradled your face in both hands.

“You’re my little girl,” she said slowly, like it was law. “My sweetheart. And mommy loves to spoil her good girl. You don’t have to carry all that pressure, baby. That’s why you have me.”

You leaned in again and wrapped your arms around her waist, tighter this time. She held you, rubbing your back, speaking in a low hum.

“We’ll get your nails done tomorrow. Spa after. Pick out a few more dresses if you want. Or don’t — just stay in bed all day while I work. I’ll come home and kiss you everywhere, just like always.”

Your fingers curled into the fabric of her shirt.

“You promise?” you asked quietly.

She pulled back and looked you in the eyes, brushing her thumb over your cheek.

“I always keep my promises, princess,” she said. “You’re the best thing in my life. You think I care about grades when I get to come home to a girl like you?”

You cracked the smallest, crooked smile.

“There she is,” she whispered. “There’s my pretty girl.”

About twenty minutes later, you were curled up in Jimin’s lap, wearing nothing but one of her oversized sweatshirts and a pair of soft socks. Your legs were tucked sideways over hers, your cheek resting lazily against her shoulder while she worked at her desk.

The sweatshirt smelled like her — clean, expensive, a little sweet — and the fabric swallowed you whole, falling past your thighs like a blanket.

She was focused on her monitor, filling out a monthly report for her company. Numbers, graphs, columns, percentages — all the stuff that used to make your eyes glaze over in school.

But now you were just picking through a bowl of chocolate-covered strawberries on the edge of her desk, occasionally feeding her one or licking your fingers before popping one into your mouth.

Her left hand held the mouse, her right arm curled protectively around your waist. She didn’t seem to mind typing one-handed if it meant keeping you close.

You chewed slowly, looking at the screen with a little squint. “…Mommy,” you mumbled through a mouthful of strawberry, “what does EBITDA mean again?”

Jimin glanced at you and smiled without missing a beat. “Earnings before interest, taxes, depreciation, and amortization, baby. Basically, it tells us how profitable the company is before all the extra stuff gets factored in.”

You blinked. “…Oh. So, like… raw profit?”

“Exactly,” she said, tapping a few more keys. “Good girl.”

You smiled and leaned in a little more, letting your hand rest on her thigh under the desk.

Another minute passed before you pointed at something else. “And this part? What’s ‘net margin’?”

She glanced at you again, this time resting her chin briefly on the top of your head. “That one shows how much actual profit the company makes from its total revenue. So if someone gave us a hundred dollars, how much of that we keep after all the costs.”

You nodded slowly like you understood, even if it still felt too far above your head.

“You’re learning, princess,” she said, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Mommy’s so proud of you.”

You smiled again, a little bashful. “Even if I suck at college?”

“You don’t suck. But even if you did, you’d still be my perfect girl,” she said firmly. “You don’t have to be good at everything. You’re already good at being mine.”

You leaned against her and sighed, letting yourself melt further into her. You loved this — the quiet, the warmth, the way she explained things to you without ever sounding annoyed or impatient.

You fed her another strawberry, watching as she bit half of it and then kissed your lips after swallowing.

“I could listen to you talk about boring business stuff forever, mommy,” you said softly.

She laughed under her breath. “That’s only because I’m the one saying it, doll.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, “’cause you make it sound nice. Like bedtime story for dumb girls.”

She paused and turned to you slightly, giving you a gentle look.

“You’re not dumb,” she said, brushing your hair behind your ear. “You’re my sweet girl. And smart in all the ways that matter. Not everyone needs to memorize finance reports to be special.”

You pressed your face against her again, hugging her side.

“I just wanna stay like this forever.”

Jimin smiled, typing something with one hand. “Then don’t move. Mommy’s gonna finish this, and then we’re going home. I’ll run you a bath, and we’ll order sushi. You can sit on my lap all night if you want.”

“I always want that.”

“I know,” she whispered. “That’s why I’ll never say no to you, princess.”

You picked up the last strawberry and nibbled off the tip, then set the plate to the side of the desk, no longer interested in anything except how tired she looked. Her eyes were locked on the screen, her expression serious, brow furrowed as she scrolled through another spreadsheet. The arm around your waist hadn’t moved, but her posture was stiff — you could feel it. You knew she was deep in it.

“Mommy,” you murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

“Hm?” she responded without looking, tapping out a note in a cell.

You kissed her again, a little higher this time, just under her eye. Then again, this time on her temple. Finally, she sighed and leaned back slightly, letting her head rest against the chair. Her hand dropped from the mouse, and her eyes closed for a second.

“God,” she muttered, “I miss you even when you’re sitting in my lap.”

You looked at her, confused for a moment. “I’m right here, though.”

“I know,” she said, voice low. “That’s the problem. You’re here, and I still feel like I haven’t been with you all week. I wake up, get on calls, answer messages before you’re even out of bed. Then I come into the office, buried in this shit until after dark. You fall asleep before I even make it home most nights.”

You blinked, heart squeezing a little.

She opened her eyes and looked at you, softer now.

“I hate it. I hate missing you like this,” she said. “You’re the best part of my whole damn day, and I barely get to see you.”

You shifted closer, lifting your hands to gently hold her face, thumbs brushing under her eyes.

“I’m always waiting for you, mommy,” you said quietly. “You know that.”

“I know,” she murmured. “That’s what makes it worse. My perfect little girl’s sitting home alone, curled up in my shirt, waiting for her mommy to come back like a puppy.”

You didn’t say anything — just leaned forward and kissed the corner of her mouth, slow and firm. She sighed against your lips, kissing you back but not trying to deepen it. Just resting there with you.

You pulled back slightly and kissed her again, this time on her jaw. “I miss you too,” you whispered.

She looked at you for a long moment, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head.

“I wish I could quit all of this and just take you somewhere far away,” she said quietly. “Somewhere with no meetings. No phones. Just you, me, a big bed, and all the time in the world.”

You smiled, leaning your forehead against hers. “You’re already doing everything, mommy. I see it.”

She shook her head lightly. “Still not enough. You deserve more than leftovers from my schedule.”

You kissed her again, soft on the lips. “You’re not a schedule to me. You’re my everything.”

Her eyes fluttered shut for a second, breathing steady, like she was trying to hold it together.

“You always say the right things, sweet girl,” she whispered. “Even when you’re the one having a hard day.”

“I just love you,” you said simply.

Her voice cracked slightly. “I love you more than I know how to say.”

You curled back into her chest, feeling the tension in her body slowly start to let go.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said. “So finish your work. I’ll be right here the whole time.”

She kissed the top of your head and whispered, “My perfect little girl.”

You shifted a little in her lap again, your hands gently resting on her shoulders. she glanced at you from under her lashes, her fingers still loosely wrapped around your waist, but her attention now fully yours.

“Mommy,” you said quietly, voice steady but soft.

She looked at you right away. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

You leaned in, just a bit, close enough that your noses nearly touched. “Can I kiss you?”

Her lips twitched, a tired little smile forming even as she nodded. “Of course you can, my precious girl.”

You didn’t hesitate this time. You leaned forward and pressed a small, firm kiss to her lips — not rushed, not needy, just… real. Just you wanting her. It lingered for a moment before you pulled back slightly, eyes still on hers.

She exhaled slowly and brushed her hand up to cradle your cheek.

“There’s my sweet girl,” she murmured. “You always know just how to make mommy stop thinking.”

You nodded, fingers lightly curling into the fabric of her shirt. “You were drifting again.”

“I know,” she admitted. “But not now. You pulled me right back.”

You leaned in again and gave her one more small kiss, even softer this time. Her hand stayed warm on your cheek.

“I missed you,” you said against her mouth.

She smiled again, a little fuller this time. “I missed you too, princess. So much.”

You felt her hands on your back, slowly laying you down on the free part of the glass table.

Her eyes sparkled with pure desire as she gazed down upon you, spread out on the cold surface beneath her. She could see the flush of arousal creeping across your cheeks.

Her fingers moved along the contours of your body, tracing every curve with a touch that sent chills racing down your spine. As she tugged your sweatshirt upwards, revealing the soft expanse of your midriff, she couldn't help but let out a low groan of appreciation.

Her mouth on your skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses in its wake as she made her way towards your waistband. With a swift movement, she hooked her fingers into the elastic of your underwear, pulling them down with an ease.

“You look absolutely stunning,” she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed praise. “Just like the perfect little doll for mommy.” She leaned in closer, pressing her lips against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, her breath ghosting over your quivering flesh.

You could feel her warm tongue flicking out to taste you, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body.

Her lips worked their way further down your body, until finally, they reached the throbbing nub of your clit. Tongue curled around it, lavishing it with attention as her hands gripped your hips tightly, keeping you pinned to the table.

You could hear the wet sounds of her mouth working over you, accompanied with her moans of pleasure as she felt the way you tasted on her tongue.

As she suckled on your clit, drawing it into her mouth and rolling it between her lips, you couldn't help but cry out in pleasure. Your body arched off the table, seeking more of that delicious friction against your swollen bud.

She continued to lavish attention on your pussy, alternating between gentle licks and bold thrusts of her tongue.

Every now and then, she would pull back, leaving you panting and desperate for more. But just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, she would dive back in, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You felt how with every movement of her tongue you were getting closer and closer. Here you go, just a few more seconds and...

She pulled away.

“What the fuck?” You blurted out, clearly surprised by this turn of events, filled with anger, because you were seconds away from your mind-blowing orgasm.

She moved across the room, her hips swaying with each step. You couldn't help but let out a frustrated whimper as she disappeared from view.

A moment later, you heard the sound of drawers opening and closing, followed by soft mutterings that you couldn't quite make out. Your curiosity piqued, you sat up slightly on the table, craning your neck to try and catch a glimpse of what she was doing.

Finally, after what seemed like an a fucking eternity, she appeared again, a smirk playing on her lips as she held up a strap-on harness. "Look what I found, I thought I had already lost it!” she said, her voice dripping with seduction. "I think this will make our playtime even more fun."

“To get this fucking strap of your closet you didn't have to be so cruel and deprive me of my well-deserved climax,” you snorted, despite the fact that you were, in part, pleasantly surprised by such an unexpected turn of events.

She adjusted it until it fit snugly against her body, then glanced up at you with a wicked grin. "Yeah, but you love it when mommy's unpredictable, don't you?“

As she stands above you, a wicked grin playing on her lips, holding the strap-on, you can't contain your excitement. You spread your legs wider, letting her to take control. The sight of the it between your legs makes your heart race.

With a slow, deliberate move, she positions the head of the toy at your entrance. You gasp as she pushes it inside you, filling you up completely.

The sensation is overwhelming - so full, so stretched, so...right. Your moans fill the room as she slowly starts to move, thrusting the dildo in and out of you with a rhythm that has you writhing beneath her.

“M-Mommy!” you whined, slightly trying to cling to her shoulders.

“Shh, sweetheart, let mommy take care of you now.”

Jimin leans down much closer, her lips brushing against yours as she whispers, "Isn't this what you want, my little girl?" Her question is punctuated by a deep thrust of the strap, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

You nod, unable to form words. Your entire being is focused on the sensations that was slowly filling you, the feeling of being taken by her, filled by her, fucked by her.

“S-So... so deep, mommy...” you blurted out, your breathing growing faster with each thrust.

“I know, baby, you're gripping mommy's strap so tight, your pussy almost begging to be filled...” she chuckled before her hands slid down to your hips, gripping you tighter into the table.

It feels so good, so right, as if this is exactly where you belong. You wrap your legs around her waist, urging her to go deeper.

Her hand slips between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in circles that match the rhythm of her thrusts.

Every stroke of her cock sends a jolt of pleasure through you, each one building on the last until you can barely think straight.

Your mind is filled with nothing but the feeling of Jimin's touch, her body moving against yours, her breathing in your ear.

“You're so close, sweetheart,” she said, punctuating her words with especially sharp thrust, which knocked the air out of your lungs in an instant, “I can feel it baby, come on, you'll give it to mommy, don't you? You'll be a good girl.”

And then, suddenly, it comes crashing down at you.

You moaned out her name as your body convulses, waves of intense please washing over you.

She rides out your orgasm, her own pleasure building just from watching you fall apart beneath her. Her thrusts become erratic, driven by the raw, animalistic urge to claim you.

Finally, with a loud groan of pure satisfaction, she reaches her own peak. She herself trembles slightly before she drops her weight onto you, burying her nose in the crook of your neck, in an attempt to catch her breath.

For a long moment, neither of you moves, caught in the afterglow of your shared ecstasy. Then she slowly pulls out of you, pulling you into her embrace.

"That was amazing, mommy," you whisper softly, looking up at her with a smile of pure contentment. "I-It was too good..."

She smiles back at you, stroking your hair tenderly as she nuzzles your neck. "Anytime, my sweet little girl. Anytime."

[ego13]

ミ SLOWLY SWITCH UP, MOVE IT FAST

𓂃 ࣪˖ vampire!karina x fem!reader

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synopsis . . . you didn't even know that your old vampire friend would be jealous of your classmate when he asked you out on a date, clearly trying to prove to you that there's hardly anyone who would make you see stars like she do.

You push the dorm door open with your shoulder, barely bothering to turn the knob all the way. It swings in with a familiar creak, and the second you step inside, you're hit with the stale, slightly musty air of a room that hasn't seen a window open in days.

You don’t even think—just let the backpack slide off your shoulder and thud onto the floor, right where the pile of laundry ends and your abandoned sneakers were laying.

Your room looks exactly how you left it this morning. Which is to say: a disaster. Empty coffee cups are scattered across your desk like landmines, most of them with the dregs of instant coffee clinging to the bottom.

A stack of half-folded laundry is slumped over your desk chair, shirts hanging off at weird angles, socks disappearing somewhere into the pile.

Your textbooks are still open on the bed, corners creased, highlighted messily, one of them propped open with an empty granola bar wrapper.

There’s a half-eaten apple on the nightstand, brown and wrinkled now, and a sticky note stuck to your laptop that just says “DO NOT FAIL” in all caps.

You kick off your shoes, not caring where they land, and step around the mess like you’ve done all week. You don’t have the energy to care. Not tonight.

You walk straight to the kitchen in the corner of the dorm room. The counter has crumbs on it from a sandwich you made… three days ago, maybe? There’s a dirty spoon in the sink, and someone’s dried ramen noodles crusted to the pot from earlier. Probably yours.

You reach up to the shelf above the microwave and grab the one remaining packet of buldak. It’s a little squished, but you don’t care. You just need something in your stomach before the next round of "punishment."

You fill the electric kettle, plug it in, and press the button. It clicks on with a soft hum and the red light. You lean against the counter and close your eyes for a second. Not to rest—there’s no time for that. Just to stop moving.

Your brain’s already calculating how many pages you need to review before the sun comes up. Your eyes sting from the fluorescent lights and too many hours staring at screens.

There’s an unread email from your professor you’ve been ignoring all day. Your phone buzzes with a reminder about an assignment due tomorrow. You don’t even look at it.

The kettle boils loudly, steam hissing out the spout like it’s angry for you. You open the buldak package, pour the noodles into a chipped bowl, and douse them with hot water. No ceremony. No thoughts.

Just dinner at 11:47 PM and a mountain of textbooks waiting for you in bed.

Again.

You wait the three minutes for the noodles to soften, leaning your elbows on the counter, head in your hands. Your eyes are half-closed, your body just barely upright.

When the timer on your phone buzzes, you shut it off with a groan, drain the water into the sink without really looking, then dump in the sauce packet, stirring lazily until the smell hits you—spicy, sharp.

Good enough.

You carry the bowl back to your bed, stepping over a pair of jeans and a plastic bag that crinkled underfoot. You sit down cross-legged, placing the ramen carefully between your legs, and open your laptop.

The screen lights up, way too bright in the dim dorm room, and you squint at it for a second before remembering to turn on night mode.

Then, the emails.

You open your inbox, and it’s worse than you remembered. 67 unread messages.

You scroll down mechanically—reminders about upcoming deadlines, Zoom links for group project meetings, announcements from professors you forgot you were even taking classes with. One subject line just says, “URGENT - GRADE AT RISK.” You don’t open it. You’re not ready. Not tonight.

You start eating with one hand while your other clicks through the flood. The heat kicks you in the mouth right away, but it’s the kind of pain that wakes you up a little. You keep eating. Slurp. Click. Slurp. Click. Every message reads like a weight. You don’t even know where to start.

There’s a Google Doc you were supposed to edit. A spreadsheet you promised someone you’d fill out. A professor asking for a revision on a midterm essay you submitted late.

Your group chat is filled with passive-aggressive messages asking if “someone” could finally submit their section. You close the tab. You’ll deal with that later. Or not.

You glance at the time. Already 12:28 AM.

Your stomach burns from the noodles. You haven’t had anything proper to eat all day, and now your insides feel like they’re coated in lava. But it keeps you awake.

You shove the bowl onto your nightstand, wipe your fingers on your sweatshirt, and pull a textbook onto your lap. It’s one of those thick ones, full of dense academic language and diagrams you’ve already seen too many times.

You open to the page you bookmarked with a train ticket and try to read the same paragraph you read last night and forgot completely.

You can’t even imagine how you’re going to get all of this done before tomorrow. There’s no real plan. Just caffeine, panic, and whatever scraps of motivation you can pull out of thin air.

You rub your eyes with the heel of your hand and whisper, “Shit,” under your breath.

Then you keep reading.

You barely get through three pages.

The words blur together, the lines vibrating slightly on the page like your brain’s refusing to process them. Your eyes sting every time you blink.

Your head keeps tilting forward, neck straining, as you catch yourself nodding off, only to sit back up and squint at the textbook again like that’s going to help.

Then, a faint creak.

You stop.

It wasn’t from the hallway or the floorboards — it came from the window.

You turn your head slowly, confused, and see it: the bottom of the window has been nudged open. Just a crack, barely noticeable, but enough for the night air to slip in, along with something else.

The window slides open a bit more. Your breath catches in your throat. The lock was never that loose before.

Then you see her.

She swings one leg over the sill casually, like it’s something she’s done a thousand times before. And maybe she has. She lands silently on the floor with barely a sound, the moonlight catching on her black jacket, her dark hair a little windswept. And then—

Her mouth quirks up into a grin, and the faint glint of her fangs catches in the silver light.

“Wow,” she says, scanning the room with amused disgust. “You look like you’re five minutes away from passing out and ten from dying.”

You blink a few times, still processing, still wondering if you’re hallucinating this out of sheer exhaustion.

“Seriously,” Jimin continues, brushing her hair back as she takes another slow step toward your desk, “this is why I’m proud of being a vampire. You humans hit midnight and turn into ghosts yourselves.”

You give her a tired look, not even surprised anymore. You’re used to her entrances. Used to the way she talks like the world’s a joke and she’s the only one in on it.

“I’ve been studying,” you mumble, voice rough. “I’ve got, like, four things due tomorrow.”

She raises an eyebrow and walks over, looking down at your open book. She pokes it with a finger like it’s diseased. “This is from last semester.”

You look down. Shit. It is.

She laughs, sharp and smug. “Amazing. You’re sleep-deprived and time traveling. What a combo.”

You lean back in your chair with a groan and rub your face. “Why are you even here?”

“I got bored,” she shrugs. “And hungry. But mostly bored.”

You shoot her a look, and she immediately smirks again, raising her hands in mock innocence. “Don’t worry. I already ate. Some guy passed out behind a convenience store. I was doing public service.”

You grimace and shake your head. She always says stuff like that just to mess with you. Or maybe not. With her, you’re never totally sure.

She leans against the desk, her arms crossed now, eyes scanning your exhausted face. “You know you don’t have to kill yourself over this crap, right?”

You sigh. “It doesn’t do itself.”

Jimin tilts her head slightly, watching you in that quiet, unreadable way she gets sometimes. “Still. You look like you’re gonna drop dead before you even get a grade back.”

You almost laugh, just a tiny exhale. “You’re not exactly the expert on time management.”

“I manage time just fine,” she says. “I’ve had like…a hundred years of it. You think I don’t know how to cram?”

You look at her again — tall, pale, glowing slightly in the dim light, and for some reason dressed like she was going out somewhere way cooler than your dorm.

She’s a vampire. You’ve known that for months. And you’re somehow still getting used to the way she just appears, teases you, looks like a walking secret, and then vanishes again like nothing happened.

But right now, all you can think is: I am so, so tired.

You rest your forehead on the open textbook and groan.

“So dramatic,” Jimin says, amused. “Should I carry you to bed and tuck you in? Or do vampires not get drafted into human burnout?”

You groan again, louder.

“Yeah,” she smirks. “That’s what I thought.”

You stay like that for a while — head pressed into your textbook, eyes closed, Jimin’s presence hovering at the edge of the desk like a shadow that never quite disappears.

The quiet stretches out, filled only by the distant hum of the mini-fridge and the occasional creak of the building settling.

You can feel her watching you. Not in the creepy horror-movie way — just… watching. Like she always does when she thinks you’re too tired to notice. But you notice.

Eventually, you lift your head, rubbing your face again. Your voice comes out low, flat, but direct.

“Okay,” you mutter. “What’s the real reason you’re here?”

There’s a beat of silence.

Jimin doesn’t answer right away. She shifts her weight a little, tapping her fingers along the edge of your desk. Her mouth pulls into a tight little line, eyes flicking away for half a second — which, for her, is basically a red flag waving in your face.

“I told you,” she says, too casually. “I was bored.”

You stare at her.

Nothing.

“...And maybe,” she adds, her tone suddenly sharper, “I saw you earlier.”

You frown. “Okay?”

Jimin exhales through her nose, like she’s already regretting bringing it up, but can’t stop herself now.

“You were with that guy,” she says, finally looking at you. Her voice is quieter now, but there’s an edge to it — not anger exactly. Just... something brittle. “Your classmate. The tall one. With the ugly backpack.”

You blink, confused for a second, then realize who she’s talking about. “Jae-hwan?”

“Sure,” she mutters. “Whatever. You were laughing at something he said.”

You stare at her.

“I heard him ask you out,” she says. “He said something about grabbing dinner this weekend and you said yeah, that sounds nice.” Her voice pitches slightly higher at the end, mimicking yours in the most annoying way possible.

You sit back a little in your chair, eyebrows raised. “Are you serious right now?”

Jimin shrugs stiffly, eyes flicking anywhere but at you. “I just thought it was funny, that’s all. Watching you struggle through your fifth breakdown this week and still have time to flirt with guys in the hallway.”

You let out a tired laugh — the kind that comes from someone who’s too far past exhausted to deal with petty drama. “I wasn’t flirting. He just helped me pick up my flashcards when I dropped them all over the stairs.”

“He touched your arm,” she snaps, a little too fast. “I have good hearing. Don’t try me.”

You stare at her for a second, completely done. “So what, you climbed through my window because you’re jealous?”

Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out immediately. Then she scoffs and rolls her eyes. “I’m not jealous. I’m just—annoyed. You’re mine.”

The words fall out of her mouth before she seems to fully register them, and the second she does, her eyes widen just slightly — not in horror, but in that shit, I said it kind of way.

You blink again, processing.

Jimin crosses her arms over her chest, fangs briefly flashing as she grits her teeth. “I mean—not mine mine, like, not in a creepy possessive way. Just… you know. We’ve had a thing. For like a year.”

You’re still staring.

She looks more flustered now than you’ve ever seen her. “And then this guy shows up and suddenly you’re smiling at him like—”

“I smile at people,” you interrupt, flatly. “It’s allowed.”

She groans and runs a hand through her hair, turning away from you for a second before spinning back around. “Yeah, well, not at him.”

You say nothing.

She looks at you again, her voice dropping. “I didn’t like it.”

You let out a breath, leaning back in your chair. Your mind’s already fried from studying, but now it’s trying to figure out if your vampire sort-of-something is actually mad at you because you said yes to a very casual dinner plan with someone you don’t even think about that way.

“So what do you want me to do?” you ask quietly.

Jimin hesitates. Then she shrugs, like it physically hurts to say it.

“Tell him no,” she mutters. “And maybe tell me if you still want this… thing. Me.”

You don’t answer her right away.

You just sit there, watching her. Watching the way she fidgets with the seam of her sleeve, pretending like she doesn’t care that she just said all that out loud. But you know her well enough by now — Jimin doesn’t talk like that unless something’s crawling under her skin. And tonight, she’s clearly crawling.

So, maybe it’s the sleep deprivation, or maybe it’s because you’ve had the kind of week that makes you feel just a little unhinged — but instead of responding seriously, you lean back in your chair, stretch, and mutter under your breath:

“Well, I don’t know. He’s kind of cute.”

Her head snaps up instantly.

You glance at her with the faintest smirk. “He’s nice, too. He carried my books earlier and said I looked good in red.”

Jimin narrows her eyes. “You hate red.”

You shrug. “Maybe I’m changing my mind.”

Her jaw tenses. “You’re messing with me.”

You give her a deliberately slow blink. “Am I?”

That’s when her posture changes.

She doesn’t say anything at first. Just steps closer, slow and quiet, until she’s standing right in front of you — close enough that you can feel the temperature difference between her cold skin and the warm chaos of your room.

“You think this is funny?” she says, voice low. Flat.

You open your mouth to respond — something sarcastic, maybe — but you don’t get the chance.

She grabs your wrist.

Not hard — she’s not hurting you — but firm. Serious. Her fingers are freezing and stronger than they look, like always.

“Get up,” she says.

You blink. “What—?”

She tugs harder. “I said get fucking up.”

The sudden shift in her tone sends a jolt through you. You’re not scared — not really — but something in your chest flips the way it always does when she gets like this. When the vampire side of her starts bleeding through the playful exterior. When the line between teasing and wanting gets razor thin.

You stand, reluctantly, mostly because you don’t want her to yank you out of the chair.

But the second you're upright, she’s already pushing you — not roughly, but with purpose — guiding you backwards across the room. You stumble over your backpack, nearly trip on a hoodie, and then your thighs hit the edge of the table near the wall.

“Jimin—what are you—?”

She says nothing. Just steps in closer.

You’re forced to lean back slightly, palms bracing behind you on the tabletop to keep your balance. Your heartbeat kicks up, heat rushing to your face despite the cool night air leaking through the open window.

She leans in, her face inches from yours now, voice like a whisper wrapped in a warning.

“You think it’s cute? Making me jealous?”

You swallow, trying to stay composed. “Maybe.”

“Do it again,” she says, her tone sharp and dangerous now, “and I won’t be so gentle.”

Your mouth goes dry. You want to say something — call her bluff, maybe — but she’s already there, her hands pressing on either side of your hips, holding you in place, pinning you in the moment.

“I don’t share,” she says, voice cold but steady. “And I don’t chase people who flirt with other ones.”

You look into her eyes. There’s no smirk anymore. No teasing.

Your breath catches as her grip tightens slightly at your waist, fingers digging in through the fabric of your sweatshirt. She’s close — too close — and the table digs into your lower back as she leans in even more, practically pressing you into the wood.

You’re not scared, not really. But your body is on high alert. Her voice, her body language — everything about her right now is wound tight, sharp, coiled with something heavier than her usual sarcastic bite.

And then she says it.

“You always do this,” she hisses, voice low but furious. “You act like some girl of easy virtue the second you want to get a reaction out of me.”

You freeze.

The words sting — not just because of what she said, but because of the way she said it. Like it’s been sitting in her chest for a long time, festering. Like she’s been watching, biting her tongue, trying not to say it — and tonight she couldn’t hold it anymore.

Your jaw tightens. “Excuse me?”

“You know exactly what I mean.” Her eyes blaze, inches from yours. “You flirt with idiots in your class, smile at them like you don’t know what that does to me. You say yes to dinner, let them touch your arm, let them think they have a chance. And then you come home and act like none of it matters.”

Her hands press in harder — not painfully, but firm. Controlling. Anchoring you in place.

“You make me into this—thing—this jealous freak who climbs through your damn window just to see if you’re still mine.”

You stare at her, chest rising and falling faster now. “So what, I’m not allowed to talk to anyone else?”

“Don’t twist it,” she growls. “You know it’s not just talking.”

There’s silence for a second — nothing but your ragged breaths and the building tension between your bodies.

Then you say, voice just as sharp, “And what about you? You disappear for days. You show up when you feel like it, say cryptic shit, act like you’re above it all — and then get pissed off when I don’t sit around waiting for you like a loyal dog.”

Her face flickers, just slightly. But she doesn’t move.

“You knew what this was,” she mutters, quieter now but still intense. “You knew what I was.”

“I didn’t know you’d be a hypocrite.”

Her eyes flash dangerously.

And then she slams her palm down on the table beside you, loud and sudden — not at you, not even touching you, but close enough that the force vibrates through the wood. You flinch instinctively.

“I am like this because of you,” she snaps. “Because every time I see you smile at someone else, it makes me feel like I’m about to lose the one thing I actually give a shit about.”

Your anger falters for half a second.

She breathes in, jaw tight, fangs visible now in the low light.

“You’re the only one who gets to look at me like you do,” she says, voice lower now, hoarse. “So don’t pretend like this doesn’t mean something. Not when you’ve spent the last year dragging me deeper into it.”

You stare at her, your pulse pounding in your ears.

Your hands are still braced behind you, her body close enough that you can feel the cold seeping from her skin. Her eyes don’t leave yours.

You feel her cold fingers brush your lower back as she leans in, her presence like a second skin. You tense automatically, muscles rigid, but you don’t pull away.

Her lips are near your ear now, voice low and sharp, like a warning barely disguised as a whisper.

“You don’t get it, do you?” she murmurs. “This slutty little attitude of yours? It’s getting on my nerves.”

Your breath catches. You shift slightly, but she presses a hand on your lower back, holding you still against the table.

“You know exactly what you’re doing every time you try to make me jealous. Every time you push, and test, and smile at someone just a little too long. You do it on purpose. You want me like this.”

You bite your lip, trying not to react, but your body betrays you. Heat rises up your neck, your legs tense, your heart hammering like a drum inside your chest.

She leans closer, her breath cold on your skin.

“You want to see how far you can go before I lose it,” she says. “Before I remind you who actually possess you.”

You swallow, saying nothing — not because you don’t have a comeback, but because your brain is scrambled now, caught between the emotional weight of her words and the way she’s pressing into you like she could burn her point straight into your bones.

Her hand slides slightly up your back, stopping at your shoulder.

“You think you’re the only one tired of playing games?” she mutters. “You think I don’t see through every smirk, every deflection, every time you pretend none of this matters to you?”

There’s silence for a second.

Then, softer, rougher:

“I’m not letting anyone take you.”

You blink, jaw tightening.

Part of you wants to argue. Part of you wants to throw more words at her — remind her that she can’t just show up and claim you whenever she feels like it. That you’re not a prize to be protected or a toy to be warned over.

But you remained silent. You didn't know what to say.

lYou just breathe — slow — feeling the weight of her presence behind you, her hand still braced on your back, her voice ringing in your ears like a threat.

And then it happens.

She lifts her head slightly, and when you glance to the side — catching her reflection faintly in the darkened window — you see her eyes. Not the soft blue you’ve seen countless times over the past year. Not teasing, not cool. But glowing, dimly, like dying embers — red, sharp, and unmistakably inhuman.

You freeze.

“Jimin,” you murmur.

She exhales through her nose, her breath sharp against your skin. “You need to learn,” she says, voice low and tight, “to take responsibility for shit you do.”

You open your mouth — to argue, to backpedal, you don’t even know — but she’s already moving.

One hand comes up to your shoulder, pulling at the collar of your shirt. The fabric slides down your arm, slow and deliberate, exposing your skin to the cool air of the room. You shiver, not from the cold — from her. From the way she’s handling you now: restrained, tense, but not rough.

You don’t move. Don’t stop her.

And she doesn’t ask.

She leans in, lips brushing just above your collarbone. Then stillness — just her mouth resting there, barely touching, like she’s waiting for a sign. Her fingers press lightly into your arm, grounding you.

Then, without ceremony, her fangs brush your skin.

It’s not deep. Not violent. Just a weak bite — enough to break the surface, enough for her lips to part around the blood she’s drawn.

You stiffen, the first flash of heat and pressure sparking through your nerves. Your hands curl slightly against the edge of the table.

Jimin doesn’t make a sound.

She drinks — slow, controlled, like she’s holding herself back with everything she has. No growl, no snarling. Just breathing. Just feeding. Like this is more about proximity than hunger.

Your eyes flutter closed, the sensation both surreal and painfully real. There's no mistaking the pull, the subtle ache where her teeth sink in. But it’s not painful. Not really. Not compared to the ache in your chest.

She’s close. So close. Cold and furious and scared in her own way. Her fingers tremble just slightly where they press into your side.

You feel the warmth slowly spreading inside your stomach as she almost literally sucks the strength to resist out of you, her hands slid lower, instinctively clearly feeling the growing warmth radiating from the human body.

You tried to squirm, but in response you were only pressed further into the table, causing you to let out a slightly painful squeak before giving up and finally giving up trying to stop her.

The way she smacked her lips slightly as a drop of your blood sloppily dripped down her lip, staining her mouth, made you hold your breath in anticipation. The room was getting even hotter, so much so that without taking her eyes off your shoulder, Yu unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt, finally taking a deep breath.

You never let her do anything like that. Your relationship never went beyond a simple one-night stand, and Jimin never even hinted that she wouldn't mind drinking your blood, even if it was as a punishment. But at the same time, the realization that she bites only you, wants only you, and wants to drink only you to the bottom made your knees shake.

You felt how over time it became more and more difficult to stand on your feet, breathing became more rapid, and the unpleasant dampness between your legs became more and more noticeable and unpleasant.

“Jimin...”, you blurted out in a needy voice, causing her to smirk. Her hands settled on your thighs, stroking them with the pads of her fingers through the fabric of your house shorts. She understood, you are not in pain. These feelings were too far from pain, even more than unattainable.

You feel good. Too good. You felt good. Too good. You could feel your underwear getting wetter with each passing second, soaking wet, and Yu herself clearly felt it. Her hot breath burned your collarbone, which with each of her inhalations and exhalations made you whine from such sensations.

“You're trembling,” the mockery in her voice was unmistakable, “going to cum from me literally biting into your shoulder?”

You didn't answer. But in response to your silence, she only bit harder, which made you throw your head back, leaning on her shoulder. Each suck It was like it was knocking the air out of your lungs. You couldn't even really explain what exactly you were feeling, everything was all mixed up into one whole.

“S-Stop...” you stuttered, clearly unable to soberly assess the situation you were in, the words seemed to get mixed up in your head, which is why you had no idea what you were supposed to say at all.

“Stop? We're not stopping til' I say so," she retorted in a teasing, almost mocking tone, sniffing louder, as if trying to mock you, although this whole situation was already a complete mockery, “it was your choice to act like a whore, please be responsible for your bitchy behavior.“

“I-It wasn't a bitchy behaviour, you made this up yourself because you couldn't control your jealousy,” you said, which you regretted almost immediately. Jimin remained silent, in response you only felt her cold hand slowly creeping up to your thin neck to wrap around it. You tried to take a breath, but feeling it, she squeezed your neck, forcing you to keep your head up.

“Nuh-uh, you won't get rid of this so easily,“ you wanted to answer, you wanted to tell her to fuck off, but the way the grip became stronger with every second, practically cutting off your oxygen, made you swallow your words.

A hot tongue slowly ran from the bite to your earlobe, biting it weakly, pulling it back. A painful groan flew out of your mouth, which made her chuckle smugly once again, apparently enjoying your miserable situation.

The bite site was pleasantly burning, which was surprising, the heat that came from the small wound was pleasant, so pleasant that you yourself did not expect it.

“You look pathetic when you try to cum without my help,” she said before one of her hands moved lower to the waistband of your shorts. The finger calmly lifted the edge, sliding inside with ease.

“Do you think that bitchless boy would touch you like this?” She asked, as her fingers bruised against your folds through the thin fabric of your panties, while not even having plans to push them aside and really help you.

You were silent, the only thing that could come out of your mouth was languid sighs every time her cold hands touched your sensitive skin, what gave you goosebumps.

Your silence clearly didn't suit her, so she frowned and slapped your ass quite hard, watching it jiggle with the impact, as her hand stroked after the blow, watching as the skin began to redden over time, making the mark from her hand visible, “Answer my questions, stop being such a disobedient slut.”

You just sobbed, shaking your head. No, obviously, it was unlikely that this nerd could make you feel the way she did, and for some reason, this realization only came to you now.

Slap. Another rough slap. A cold hand squeezed your buttock roughly.

”Words,” she almost hissed in a low tone.

“N-No, he would... he couldn't do it like you,“ you finally found the strength to answer.

“It's funny how you beg and do everything I ask only when I beat your slutty behavior out of you with my hands,” she smirked, her free hand coming out of your shorts only to unbuckle her own belt. You listened to the sound of a metal plate being unfastened, having no idea what she was even up to.

At one point you felt her bending your arms behind your back, tightening them tightly with a belt. So tight that you couldn't even move either of them.

You've never felt so vulnerable.

Her hands finally gripped your hips tightly again. You felt the hard bulge in her pants rub against you, heard how with each such movement she was breathing heavily. She likes it.

You didn't want to admit it, but you liked it too.

You obediently arched your back, sticking your ass out to make it easier for her. Fuck. This was the first time you'd ever done anything to make it easier for someone to fuck you.

Having felt this, you finally heard a groan from her.

“Fuck, yes... Arch that back for me,” she exhaled, squeezing your hips tighter. Her movements became more and more arrhythmic, jerky, you heard her breathing quicken...

“Yes... fuck, yes yes yes!” A momentary shudder ran through her body. She breathed heavily, feeling the beads of sweat that had already formed on her temple run down her face.

She can't take it anymore.

She need to be inside.

Ignoring the small damp spot that had formed on her pants, she almost tore the fly off her pants and unzipped them, her desire clouded her mind, preventing her from thinking clearly.

“Stop messing around with these fucking pants,” you said impatiently.

A chuckle rumbled from her chest as she heard your pathetic, desperate plea, she leaned down, biting the lobe of your ear before murmuring in a low, hoarse tone.

“Yeah?” she said with a grin, “I don't think that you, being in the position of a dripping wet whore who is about to get fucked on the table, can tell me what to do.”

Her free hand slid around to your front, her fingers finding the waistband of your panties, with a fast, rough tug, she ripped the flimsy fabric, causing the torn piece of fabric to fall to the floor.

Her boxers ended up on the floor next, grinding the bulge of her hardening cock against the soft globes of your ass, letting you once again to feel the way how hard she was.

She could feel the fucking heat radiating off your skin, could hear the needy whimpers that escaped your lips with each teasing circle of her cock head against your dripping slit.

“S-Stop, stop being a tease...”

“O-o-oh really?” she said mockingly, “but teasing you is so much fun.”

She punctuated her words with a sharp thrust of her hips, not entering, but still grinding her hard cock along your folds, pushing the head through the valley of her ass cheeks, her other hand on your hip tightened, holding you in place as she rutted against you.

In the end, she decided to take pity on you, because she herself was in dire need of being in you, sinking another inch of her thick length into you.

She could feel the way your walls clenched and fluttered around her, trying to suck her in deeper.

“Holy shit,” she hissed, “you're so fucking tight for a bitch with attitude.”

She couldn't even move inside, it was so wet and tight there, that it seemed to her that she could stay in you forever.

She came to her senses only after a few seconds, opening her eyes to finally do something.

She gently swayed her hips, still barely holding back from thrusting into you without any warning. But it seemed that the longer this went on, the faster she would lose her composure.

She moves slowly and carefully, as if she is afraid to break you. But after a minute of sweet, slow thrusts, her vampire nature breaks free. The pace changes to fast and rough, as if she was running a marathon.

You felt one of her hands tangle in your hair, wrapping it around her fist, forcing you to lift your head, arching your back while the other still held your belted hands.

“Fuck, you might have some attitude,” she said, punctuating her words with a rougher thrust, “but that pussy doesn't.”

You couldn't even respond to her words. How "amazing", this bitch always knew what to do to leave you speechless. The painful sensations mixed together with the pleasant ones, creating an effect that made you give in completely, allowing her to do whatever she wanted with you.

Without breaking the pace, she slapped you on the buttocks a few more times, clearly enjoying your reaction to this - a plaintive squeaky cry, which stroked her ego more and more with each time it was done.

She felt your walls begin to flutter around her, clearly signaling your approaching orgasm. Of course, she could have made fun of you, made you beg, whine, even cry (although you already did that), but at the same time she herself understood that at this rate she would hardly be able to hold out for long.

Her thrusts, despite the fact that you were squeezing her harder and harder with each second, did not become slower, on the contrary, they only became faster, although it would seem, where else could they get faster?

The table was shaking under both of you, and the objects that were lying on it had long since been on the floor, but neither of you cared.

Who cares about the mess when you're being pounded into a desk by a hot vampire like that?

“F-Fuck, just a little bit more...” She said, hearing your whining become louder, clearly indicating that you yourself did not have long left. Your back arched even more, and your sweat-dampened hair stuck to your face, preventing you from seeing.

A couple more pushes and you finally felt the long-awaited relief that you deserved in such a painful and rough way, even though you yourself were happy with it.

But despite this, she still did not stop. You tried to twitch your hands, but because of the belt and her hand, which did not allow you to move them, you could not do absolutely anything.

“Stop fucking fidget,” she blurted out before letting go of your hair, grabbing your hips with both hands. You felt like you couldn't do it anymore. Couldn't take it anymore, but she doesn't care.

She chased her orgasm no matter what, even though it required testing your limits by pushing you further.

Your juices flowing down, dripping onto the floor and dirtying her, but now it really turned her on.

She practically growled, her fangs sinking into your previously bitten shoulder, causing you to let out a loud, piercing groan. Her hips were trembling, not allowing her to maintain the same fast pace as in the beginning, and after a few seconds you felt the way hot, sticky liquid was filling you up.

Jimin was out of breath, falling almost with all her weight on you, forcing you to lie on your stomach again. She buried her nose in your wet hair while she tried unsuccessfully to catch her breath.

Sure, after that you will have a very long, awkward conversation with your roommate and your dorm mates about that, but right now, the only thing you could focus on was her,

on that fucking jealous vampire.

[ego13]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤMINISKIRT ❘❙❚ feat. YU JIMIN

synopsis ࿐ Having found a rather prestigious job for yourself, you couldn't even imagine that your boss had her eye on you, taking advantage of your boyfriend's naivety

pairing ✳ yu jimin x fem!reader ✳ word count 9k+ ✳ setting ✳ buisness AU, buisnesswoman!yu jimin

warnings ࿐ cheating, reader has a boyfriend, jealousy, marking, freaky conversations, cunnilingus, kissing, body worship, cum eating, scissoring (kinda), switching, praise kink, eventual smut, sex toys, strap usage (r!recieving), missionary, cowgirl, doggy style, multiple orgasms, pet names (good girl, sweetheart, doll), semi-hard sex, sex in the water, clit stimulating.

playlist ✳ you won't be able to take your eyes off of me, don't stop me

Across the room, a glass wall separated the lobby from an expansive office.

Behind the desk stood a woman.

Yu Jimin.

You recognized her immediately.

"No, I don’t care what your logs say, I said check the handler before pushing it. How many times do I have to tell you — if you touch the server side without passing QA, you don’t wait for my damn permission. You just don’t do it!"

The man across from her, mid-30s, in a T-shirt and jeans, looked like he wanted to disappear.

"But Jimin-ssi, I thought—"

"Don’t think. Test. Revert the commit. Fix the loop. And tell Minseok to stop patching garbage into mainline before stand-up!"

You froze in the doorway, hesitant to interrupt. But just then, Jimin turned, probably catching your reflection in the glass.

She looked straight at you.

Her expression shifted instantly. The hard edge in her eyes melted, replaced by something more measured. Still alert, but… different.

"Out," she snapped without breaking eye contact. Her voice still firm — but directed entirely at the programmer.

"Y-yeah. Right. Sorry, sunbae," the man stammered, grabbing his laptop and nearly tripping over the chair as he left the office.

Jimin waited until the door clicked shut.

Then, her voice lowered, smoother, almost warm: "You’re the applicant, right? Come in."

You swallowed and stepped inside, forcing your shoulders back, your heartbeat suddenly louder in your ears.

She moved around to the front of her desk, one hand slipping into her pocket. She looked at you carefully — not in the judgmental way you expected, but like she was scanning for something specific. Noticing.

"I’m Yu Jimin," she said, holding your gaze. "Nice to meet you."

You stepped closer, bowed politely, then fumbled to pull your resume from your bag. Your fingers felt slightly stiff as you handed it over.

"Here’s my resume," you said, trying not to sound nervous.

She took it with one hand, flipping it open with practiced ease. She glanced down, eyes scanning the page, then back up at you. Her mouth tugged into a faint smile.

"You studied law," she noted. "Dongguk University?"

"Yes," you said, nodding once. "Graduated last year."

"Good." She looked you over again — gladly not in a disapproving way. Her eyes lingered a second longer than necessary before returning to the paper. "And you’ve got decent language certifications. Any actual office experience?"

You shifted your weight. "Just part-time admin work during school. Filing, basic scheduling. Nothing serious."

Yu hummed, closing the resume slowly. "I see."

Her eyes locked on yours again. "You’re pretty young. Most people applying here for assistant or analyst roles are already in their late thirties."

You nodded, unsure what to say.

She tilted her head slightly, the edge of her lip pulling upward. "But you look like the type that learns fast."

You blinked.

There was a moment of silence. Then she leaned against the edge of her desk, still facing you.

"Do people tell you you have a very… calm face? Like you don’t get flustered easily," she said.

"I—uh… not really," you replied, confused. "I'm actually flustered all the time."

That made her laugh, low and quick. "At least you're honest."

You felt your cheeks warm slightly.

Jimin tapped your resume against her palm, still watching you. "Do you mind if I ask something not on here?"

You shook your head. "No, go ahead."

"Are you single?"

You stared at her.

She smiled, unapologetic. "Sorry, that was inappropriate. You don’t have to answer that. Just — curious."

You forced a small laugh, unsure how to respond. "It’s okay. Uh… no, I have a boyfriend."

Her eyebrow arched slightly, but she let it hang there without commenting further. She set your resume down on the desk and crossed her arms.

"Alright," she said, her tone returning to something closer to professional. "I’ll be straight with you. The position I have open isn’t glamorous. It’s a mix of scheduling, document review, fielding calls, and sometimes dealing with my CTO’s bad temper."

You nodded. "I can handle that."

"I’m sure you can."

She pushed herself off the desk and walked back around to her chair, gesturing for you to sit in the one opposite.

"Let’s talk details, then."

"So, the position is technically 'executive assistant,'" she said, tapping a pen lightly on your resume. "But in reality, it’s a secretary role. Mostly supporting me directly."

You nodded. "That's fine. I don’t mind handling basic tasks."

"You’d manage my calendar, coordinate meetings, handle follow-up emails, and — occasionally — remind me to eat something before I collapse." She gave a small smirk. "It’s not the most thrilling job in the world, but I do value people who can keep things running."

"I understand. I’m organized. And I don’t mind repetitive work."

She tilted her head again, watching you.

"You strike me as someone who's careful. Neat handwriting, polite tone, dressed conservatively… very by-the-book." Her eyes scanned your outfit briefly. "Your boyfriend must like that about you."

You blinked, not expecting her to bring that back up. "I guess. I mean, we have our differences."

"Mm. He must be a lucky guy," she said casually, resting her chin on her hand. "Though personally, I find it a bit wasteful."

"Wasteful?"

She shrugged. "Letting someone like you spend your best years covering for a guy who plays games all day. If it were me, I wouldn’t let you leave the apartment in the morning without at least three compliments and a decent breakfast."

You didn’t know what to say to that. You gave a small, awkward smile, but looked away.

Jimin leaned back slightly, still watching. "Sorry. I’m being too forward again."

"It’s okay," you muttered. "I just didn’t expect this kind of interview."

"Neither did I," she said quietly, almost to herself.

There was a brief silence before she clicked her pen and returned to a neutral tone.

"Anyway. It's a full-time position. Nine to six, Monday to Friday. Sometimes later, depending on deadlines. Pay starts at 2.8 million won a month, plus lunch stipend, transportation allowance, and health coverage."

You nodded quickly. "That’s fair. More than I expected, honestly."

"Good." She paused, then added, "If you’re hired, you'll also need to sign a confidentiality agreement. We work with a few sensitive clients."

"That’s not a problem."

Jimin gave a small nod, then tapped your resume once more before setting it aside.

"I like you," she said plainly. "You seem grounded. Honest. A little too stiff maybe — but that can be unlearned."

You blinked again. "Thanks… I think."

"That was a compliment," she added, smirking, "Even if you have a boyfriend."

Your breath caught slightly. "You’re very direct."

"I don’t like wasting time."

Jimin’s fingers lingered at your waist just a second longer before she reached up and brushed a loose strand of hair from your face.

"You really shouldn’t be going home alone after drinking," she said quietly. "Even if it's just a couple glasses."

"I’m fine," you replied, your voice quieter now. "It’s just the subway, twenty minutes and I'm home."

She shook her head once. "No. I’d rather not risk it."

Before you could argue, she was already stepping away, reaching into her blazer pocket and pulling out her phone.

"I’ll call my driver. He’s downstairs. He can take you wherever you need to go."

You watched her, caught somewhere between flattered and confused. "Jimin, really, you don’t have to—"

"I know I don’t." She glanced at you again, her tone softer. "But I want to."

There was a pause while she tapped something out, then she looked up again.

"He’ll be out front in five. Black Genesis sedan. Plate ends in 78."

You exhaled slowly. "Okay… thanks."

She came closer again, standing in front of you but not too close this time.

"It’s nothing. You’ve had a long day, and you still managed to hold yourself together like a pro. Least I can do is make sure you get home safe."

You nodded, feeling your heartbeat still a little fast — not from the alcohol, but from her. From the way she looked at you like she actually saw you.

"Let me grab my things," you murmured.

She nodded once. "I’ll walk you out."

You picked up your bag, the warmth of the office still clinging to you as she opened the door. For a brief second before stepping into the hallway, you glanced back at her — still half in disbelief that a woman like her was showing this kind of attention. And care.

Jimin caught your glance and gave you a small smile. "Let’s go."

The elevator ride down was quiet, but not uncomfortable. She stood beside you, hands in her pockets, glancing over once or twice but saying nothing.

As the elevator doors opened in the lobby, the driver was already visible through the glass doors outside, standing next to a sleek black Genesis parked at the curb.

You stepped forward, but Jimin suddenly reached out and took your bag from your shoulder.

"Hey—"

She shook her head. "You’ve had enough on your back today," she said simply. "Let me."

You blinked at her. "It’s really not that heavy—"

"I didn’t say it was." She slung the strap over her own shoulder, ignoring your protest. "I just don’t want you carrying it."

You gave her a look, but didn’t argue again. There was something firm but not aggressive in her tone — like she didn’t see it as a favor, just a given.

The driver opened the back door as the two of you approached. Jimin handed off the bag to him gently. Then she turned to you.

"He knows where to take you. I texted him your address already."

You stared at her. "Jimin, you’re... really something else, you know that?"

Her smile was slow. "I’ll take that as a compliment."

You climbed into the backseat. Before you could close the door, Jimin leaned down slightly, just outside the frame.

"Text me when you get home. Just so I know."

You nodded. "Okay."

She paused for a second, then added, "And try to get some sleep. Tomorrow might be your first day, if you’re still interested."

You couldn’t help but smile. "Yeah. I am."

With that, she stepped back, and the driver closed the door.

The car pulled up in front of the apartment building just as the sky started to turn that soft grey before sunset. The driver stepped out and came around to your side, opening the door with a quiet, "Miss, we're here."

You nodded, thanking him softly as he helped you out. The black Genesis looked completely out of place on your quiet street. As you adjusted your bag on your shoulder, you noticed Yunho standing at the front gate, leaning on the railing with a familiar scowl.

His eyes were locked on the car, then shifted to the driver, then to you.

You didn’t say anything as you walked past him toward the building entrance. He walked behind you.

"Nice ride," he muttered, the sarcasm already thick in his voice.

You kept walking, trying to keep your expression neutral. But by the time you unlocked the apartment door and stepped inside, you could already hear the frustration in his voice building up behind you.

"So who the hell was that?"

You dropped your bag, taking off your shoes. "My new boss’s driver. She didn’t want me going home alone after drinks."

"She?" Yunho raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "And she just sends a luxury car like you're some damn CEO?"

You looked over your shoulder. "What’s your problem?"

"My problem?" he snapped. "You show up in a car that costs more than this building, some guy opening your door like you’re royalty, and you don’t even think to explain?"

You turned to face him fully now, jaw tight. "Because I didn’t think I had to explain basic decency. It was a job interview. A good one. With a woman who actually take their work seriously."

His eyes narrowed. "And what? You’re suddenly impressed with her because she got money and fancy cars?"

"No," you said sharply. "Because she work. She built something. She do more than sit around playing League all day waiting for a miracle that’s not coming."

That hit. He flinched slightly, but recovered with bitterness.

"So now I’m the loser again."

"I didn’t say that," you replied, even though the words were hanging in the air.

"Yeah, but you didn’t need to." He scoffed. "Guess it’s easy to look down on me now that you’ve had drinks with billionaires."

You sighed. "I’m tired, Yunho. I’ve been tired for a long time. I just want a future that isn’t built on excuses."

He didn’t reply.

You picked up your bag again and walked into the bedroom, needing to be alone. For a moment, you considered texting Jimin like she asked.

But instead, you sat on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, thinking about how quickly everything could change — and whether you'd be brave enough to let it.

You stood by the bed, pulling an old hoodie over your tank top, when your phone buzzed on the nightstand. You glanced at the screen. Yu Jimin.

It was already past 10 p.m. You hesitated for a second — normal people didn’t call at this hour for anything work-related — but you still picked it up.

"Hello?"

There was a pause, then her voice came through, low and smooth, a little rough like she’d either been drinking something warm or was just naturally that way late at night.

"Hey. I hope I’m not bothering you."

You sat down on the edge of the bed again. "No. Just got home a while ago."

Another pause, lighter this time. "Did my driver get you home okay?"

"Yeah, he was polite. Thank you again."

"Mmh," she hummed. "I told him not to be too polite. I wanted to be the one to spoil you."

You exhaled through a short laugh, not sure how to respond to that.

There was a rustling sound on her end, like she was leaning back into a couch or bed. Then she asked, softly, "How are you feeling?"

You blinked. It wasn’t a usual question — not when coming from someone you barely met a few hours ago. But it was genuine. You could tell.

"A little overwhelmed, honestly. But... not in a bad way."

"I figured," Jimin said. "It was a long day. But you did well. I meant it when I said I want you on the team."

You nodded slowly, even though she couldn’t see it.

"And," she continued, voice still smooth, "I have a business trip. Paris. Airplane. Tomorrow. Boring tech meeting with men who’ll repeat the same pitch three different ways. I’m supposed to attend... but I don’t really want to go alone."

You sat up straighter. "You want me to come with you?"

Jimin chuckled softly. "Well, officially, I’ll say I need a secretary with me. You know, someone to help coordinate meetings and smile politely."

"And unofficially?"

"Unofficially, I just want to look across the table and see you there so I don’t fall asleep."

You didn’t know what to say. You stared at the floor for a moment, then bit your lip. "You’re really asking me to fly to Paris with you?"

"Yes," she said simply. "One night in a suite, nice food, we come back after the meeting. Think of it as a trial run for the job. Or... just an excuse to get to know each other better."

You looked over toward the closed door of the living room where Yunho had gone quiet. Then back down at your phone.

"Okay," you said, quietly but firmly. "I’ll go."

There was silence for half a beat. Then a pleased hum on the other end. "Good girl."

Your cheeks flushed.

"I’ll have my assistant book everything," she added, voice softening again. "Just bring yourself."

"Thanks for the invitation," you said, letting your voice drop just a little, a teasing edge slipping in. "I'll try not to embarrass you in Paris."

Jimin laughed on the other end. "I’m counting on you to distract everyone, actually."

You bit your lip, smiling to yourself. "Then I’ll pack something nice."

"You better."

The line went quiet after that, and you set your phone down on the nightstand, heart still beating a little faster than usual. You stood up, ran a hand through your hair, then walked to the closet.

You opened the suitcase you hadn’t used in over a year, dragging it out from the bottom shelf. It was a little dusty. You unzipped it, already thinking through what you’d need.

You were halfway through folding a shirt when Yunho's voice came from the doorway behind you.

"What the hell are you doing?"

You didn’t turn around right away. Just kept folding the shirt, slower this time. "Packing."

He scoffed. "No shit. Where are you going?"

"Paris. For work."

You heard his footstep into the room. "With who? That fancy company that sent you home in a private car like you’re some VIP?"

You turned around now, meeting his gaze. He looked like he hadn’t moved from the couch since you left.

"Yes," you said flatly. "YJ Group. My boss invited me to go with her for a meeting. It's work."

He stared at you, then laughed once, sarcastically. "Your boss. Yeah, I bet."

You crossed your arms. "You wanna do this now?"

"You're really just gonna run off with some rich stranger because she gave you a ride in a nice car?"

You stepped around the suitcase. "No, I'm going because she offered me a job. A real job. Something you haven't bothered to look for in months."

"That's low."

"No," you said, pointing at him now, "what's low is sitting on your ass every day, gaming with your friends, pretending you're gonna magically become some pro player while I'm the one stressing about rent, bills, everything."

He was quiet. Not because you’d gone too far—because you hadn’t.

You turned back to the suitcase. "I’m going. You don’t have to like it."

He stood there for a second longer, jaw tight. Then he turned and walked out.

You zipped the suitcase closed.

You lay down on the bed with your suitcase closed and standing near the door, ready. The apartment was quiet now.

You stared up at the ceiling, the dim light from the hallway spilling in just enough to make out the outline of the fan above.

Everything still felt a bit surreal.

Just yesterday, you'd been checking job boards with zero leads and zero hope. Now, you were flying to Paris with the founder of one of the most talked-about tech companies in the country. And not just flying — invited. Personally, not just email that her assistant would sent her. For "business."

But it wasn’t just the job that occupied your thoughts.

It was Jimin.

Her voice still echoed in your head—calm, smooth, slightly rough like she’d been talking all day, but always careful when she spoke to you. The way her eyes had lingered when you first walked into the office. The casual touch at your waist.

You exhaled slowly and turned to your side, pulling the blanket up to your chin.

It was insane. She was your boss. You had a boyfriend — barely. But still.

And yet, your last thought before falling asleep wasn’t about Yunho, or your resume, or the meeting ahead.

It was about her.

What it would feel like to sit beside her on the plane?

To hear her laugh in person again?

To see what she looked like outside the damn office — off guard, relaxed.

Then, eyes slowly closed.

You woke up to the weight of an arm around your waist and the faint heat of breath against the back of your neck.

Then realization hit you — Yunho.

His arm was draped lazily over you like nothing had happened last night. Like he hadn’t stood in the doorway accusing you of sleeping your way into a promotion. Like he hadn’t sat around for months doing nothing while you scrambled to hold everything together.

You stared at the wall for a long moment. His touch didn’t feel comforting. It felt heavy. Clingy. Like something that used to mean safety but now just made your skin crawl.

Carefully, you slid your hand under his wrist and lifted his arm off you. He stirred but didn’t wake. You sat up slowly, then swung your legs over the side of the bed.

You didn’t look back.

The floor was cold under your feet as you walked to the bathroom, shutting the door with a quiet click. You turned on the light, squinting for a second, then faced yourself in the mirror.

You turned on the tap and splashed cold water on your face. It shocked you awake, and for a moment you just stood there, dripping, palms braced on the sink.

You stepped out of the bathroom, towel still draped around your shoulders, when your phone buzzed on the dresser. You picked it up, half expecting a message — but instead, Jimin’s name lit up the screen.

You hesitated, then answered.

"Hello?"

Her voice came through smooth and unhurried. "Morning. I’m downstairs."

You blinked. "Wait—what?"

"I figured we could go to the airport together," she said casually, then added, a hint of playfulness creeping into her voice, "Is that a problem?"

You glanced down at yourself — damp hair, still in your robe, your suitcase half-zipped on the floor.

"I’m not ready. At all," you admitted, pressing the phone between your shoulder and ear as you reached for the blow dryer. "You should’ve told me you were coming."

"Wanted to surprise you," Jimin said, a low chuckle in her throat. "But I don’t mind waiting. Take your time. I just wanted to see your face this morning."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile pulling at your lips. "Give me ten minutes. Fifteen tops."

"I’ll be right here," she said. "Take your time, seriously. I’ll just sit here, imagine what you look like all flustered and running around in a towel."

You flushed despite yourself. "Goodbye, Jimin."

You dressed quickly but carefully — nothing over the top, just a clean blouse, black slacks and a light jacket.

Before you left, you stood for a moment in the doorway of the bedroom.

Yunho was still asleep, sprawled across the bed like he hadn’t moved since you left it. The blankets were tangled around his legs, one arm hanging over the edge. Peaceful, useless, oblivious.

You didn’t feel angry anymore. Just... done.

You closed the door behind you quietly, pulling the handle until you heard the latch click.

The elevator ride down was silent. Just the hum of the old motor and the dull flicker of fluorescent lights. Then the doors opened — and there she was.

Jimin stood beside a sleek, black Genesis G90, parked right in front of the building like it belonged there. She was dressed sharptailored slacks, an expensive-looking trench coat, sunglasses pushed up on her head — and in her hand, a small bouquet of red roses.

You blinked.

She smiled as you stepped out into the morning air. "For you," she said, holding the flowers out. "Don’t read into it. I just thought they’d suit you."

You hesitated, then took them. "Thanks... You didn’t have to do that."

"Maybe not," she replied with a slight smirk, "but I wanted to."

She opened the car door for you herself, like it was nothing, like it was natural. You slipped in, setting the flowers gently on your lap as the driver closed the trunk on your suitcase and moved around to the front.

Jimin got in next to you, and just before the car pulled away from the curb, she looked over at you.

"You look so good, by the way," she said, tone casual — but there was something behind her eyes that made your skin feel warm. "Worth the wait."

You tried not to smile too much. "You’re not so bad yourself."

You shifted slightly in your seat, the bouquet of roses still resting in your lap, their scent faint but sweet.

Her eyes kept drifting — casually at first, but then less so.

"You really do look good today," she said suddenly, her voice low but clear. "It’s not just polite small talk. I mean it."

You glanced at her, trying not to seem caught off guard. "Thanks. I tried to look presentable."

"It’s more than that," she replied, resting her arm along the door. "You’ve got this... natural thing going. Like you’re not even trying, but you walk in and somehow turn all the attention to you."

You raised an eyebrow. "Pretty sure the attention’s on you. You're the one with the billion-won company."

She gave a short laugh. "Business is boring. People like to act impressed, but it's just money. you, though—" she paused, letting her eyes linger on you for just a second longer than was casual, "—you're interesting."

You looked out the window for a moment, heartbeat steady but quick. "You don’t even know me that well."

"Not yet," she said, tone playful, but not joking, "we will have time in Paris to get to know each other... better."

Silence settled between you for a few seconds, comfortable, not awkward.

Jimin reached into the center console and pulled out a small bottle of water, handing it to you. "Drink it. I don’t want you passing out on the plane. That would ruin the vibe."

You accepted it, chuckling under your breath. "Thanks, boss."

"Call me Jimin," she said smoothly. "We're not in the office now."

You glanced at her again, and she gave you a look that lingered a little too long to be just friendly.

The car sped on toward the airport, and for the first time in a while, you felt a kind of nervousness you didn't mind at all.

At the curb outside the airport, the car eased to a stop. You could even think to move, Jimin was already circling around the car.

"I’ve got it," she said, reaching into the trunk herself and grabbing both your suitcase and hers without hesitation, by that time one of her attendants approached her.

She waved off the him, who looked like he was about to protest. "It’s fine. I don’t want her carrying anything."

You blinked, a little surprised. "Jimin, I can carry my own bag."

She turned her head slightly, giving you that half-smile she seemed to reserve just for moments like this. "And yet, I’d rather do it. Come on."

With both bags in hand, she walked with confident strides toward the sliding glass doors of the terminal. You followed a half-step behind, feeling the stares from a few passersby.

Inside, she made a direct line for the business check-in counter, bypassing the lines entirely. An attendant spotted her immediately and motioned her forward.

"Miss Yu," the woman said politely with a quick bow. "We’ve been expecting you. Everything is ready."

Jimin nodded, setting the bags down gently and placing her ID on the counter. "And my guest. She’s with me."

The attendant looked at you, then smiled and gave another respectful nod. "Of course. Right away."

You shifted awkwardly beside Jimin as they processed the check-in. She glanced sideways at you and leaned in just slightly.

"Relax, doll," she murmured, "this part’s the easiest. No pressure. Just stick with me."

You gave a small nod, trying not to seem out of place in the well-dressed, fast-paced atmosphere.

Within a few minutes, the boarding passes were printed, the luggage tagged and taken, and the attendant was handing back her documents with both hands.

"Enjoy your flight, Miss Yu."

She took the passes and handed yours to you before gently guiding you toward the private security lane.

"You’re handling this pretty well," she said quietly, almost teasingly. "Some people get overwhelmed on their first trip with me."

You smirked, walking beside her. "I guess I’m just built different."

Jimin glanced at you with a faint smile.

The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal speakers, and you followed Jimin toward the gate, your steps slowing a little as the walkway to the plane came into view.

The faint rumble of jet engines outside was louder than you remembered. It had been years since you’d last flown—and never on something this fancy.

You stopped short just before the boarding agent could scan your pass, your grip tightening slightly around the paper ticket.

Jimin, already a few steps ahead, turned immediately when she realized you weren’t beside her. Her eyes flicked to your face, catching the hesitation.

Without a word, she passed both her designer travel bag and yours to the tall, suited man who had been trailing them silently since the car — her bodyguard, walked right back to you.

She didn’t ask anything. Didn’t say a word at first.

Then, to your surprise, she crouched down on one knee in front of you, her hands reaching up to gently take yours.

"Hey," she said, voice low and calm, eyes level with yours, "you okay?"

You swallowed and gave a small nod, trying to play it off. "I just… haven’t flown in a long time. It’s stupid, I know."

"Not stupid." She squeezed your hands lightly. "You’re stepping into something new. That always messes with your head a bit."

You glanced around, a little embarrassed, but no one seemed to care. The gate agent gave you space, and the few people nearby looked away politely.

Jimin tilted her head. "Want me to say something comforting?"

You nodded hesitantly.

She paused, pretending to think hard, then gave you a crooked grin. "Okay. Deep breath. Ready?"

You nodded again.

"I have absolutely no idea how to calm down scared girls," she said, straight-faced. "But you're cute when you're nervous, so I’m just going to stay here until you feel better. Is that working?"

You let out a shaky laugh despite yourself, the tension easing slightly.

"Kind of."

"Kind of is good enough," she said, then stood smoothly, brushing imaginary dust from her slacks. She didn’t let go of your hand. "Come on. I’ll sit next to you the whole way. And if you get scared mid-air, I promise not to make fun of you more than twice."

You rolled your eyes but followed her, finally stepping through the gate and onto the plane.

Inside the private jet, everything looked more like a high-end hotel lounge than anything that should be airborne.

You sank into one of the cream-colored seats next to Jimin, still holding onto the remnants of your earlier nerves, though they were steadily being replaced by a sense of disbelief.

The flight attendant, dressed in a perfectly tailored navy uniform, approached with a polite smile and handed each of you a thick, high-quality menu. All of it — every single item — was printed in French.

You stared at the page, trying to make sense of the cursive typography, but gave up after the third item. "I have no idea what any of this means," you muttered.

Jimin peeked at your menu, then gave you a teasing look. "You mean you didn’t study fine dining terms in law school?"

You rolled your eyes. "Sorry, no. We barely got through Latin."

She chuckled, flipping open her own menu. "Alright, let’s see. 'Foie gras' — that’s duck liver, but like… the fancy kind. And this one — 'homard rôti' — that’s roasted lobster. Worth trying."

You nodded slowly, trying to keep up.

"'Velouté de cèpes' — mushroom soup, but the expensive type. And this one…" She pointed to a long line near the bottom, "'Chocolat noir aux épices douces' — dark chocolate dessert with sweet spices. Probably the best thing here."

"So basically everything costs more because it sounds better in French," you joked.

Jimin grinned, leaning a little closer to you, her shoulder brushing yours. "Exactly. But don’t worry, I’ll order for you. I’ll make sure you don’t accidentally end up with something raw and moving."

You laughed quietly, grateful for the way she made this all feel less overwhelming.

The low hum of the jet was oddly calming. You sat back in the wide leather seat, feeling the unfamiliar weight of luxury around you. Across from you, Jimin was already speaking smoothly in French to the flight attendant, her tone casual but confident.

"Deux portions de filet de bar avec légumes grillés. Une salade niçoise. Et... la bouteille de Dom Pérignon, 2013, s’il vous plaît."

«Two portions of sea bass fillet with grilled vegetables. A Niçoise salad. And... the bottle of Dom Pérignon, 2013, please.»

The attendant nodded and disappeared quietly into the galley.

Jimin turned her attention back to you, crossing one leg over the other. Her eyes rested on you for a moment before she spoke.

"So," she said, lightly. "How did your boyfriend take the news?"

You hesitated, then shrugged. "Not well."

Jimin tilted her head. "Predictable."

You let out a breath. "He didn’t understand. Just saw the car. Assumed the worst."

"Typical," Jimin muttered, her voice dry. "You know..." She leaned in just a bit, elbows on her knees. "Someone like you shouldn’t be stuck with someone like that."

You looked up, unsure how to respond.

She continued, "You’re smart. Gorgeous. Trying to build something for yourself. And he? He’s waiting to ‘make it’ in a video game while you carry the weight of both your futures."

You glanced down at your phone, buzzing silently on the armrest. Yunho.

You stared at his name for a second. No message, just the call.

Then, without a word, you tapped the airplane icon on the screen. The signal vanished.

Jimin watched quietly as you set the phone down, face down.

You looked up again, managing a faint smile.

"Good," she said softly. Then she poured two glasses of champagne and handed you one.

“To new beginnings.”

The attendant returned with their meals, placing the plates down on the small table between you and Jimin. The smell hit you first — fresh, delicate, not overly seasoned. Just… clean. Refined.

You picked up your fork, carefully cutting off a small piece of the sea bass fillet. The texture was soft but held together well, and as soon as you took a bite, your eyes widened slightly.

"Oh my god," you said, surprised. "I’ve never tasted anything like this."

She smiled behind her glass as she took another sip of champagne. "It’s line-caught Mediterranean sea bass. Very light. They cook it at just the right temp so it doesn’t lose moisture."

You looked at her, fork halfway to your mouth again.

"Some of the Michelin kitchens I’ve been to," she continued casually, “they poach it gently in olive oil, sometimes with a touch of citrus and white wine. But this one’s grilled. Clean, simple. No heavy sauces to cover the flavor.”

You chewed slowly, appreciating it more with every bite. "I didn’t know fish could taste like this," you muttered, almost to yourself.

She grinned. "You’d be surprised what food is like when people care about the details. When it’s not just… whatever’s cheap and fast."

You nodded quietly, sipping your champagne. Even that tasted better than you expected — sharp and crisp, but soft as it went down. You weren’t sure if it was the drink or the company, but your shoulders had started to relax.

Jimin didn’t push the conversation. She just sat with you, eating slowly, saying little, glancing over at you now and then with that slight, unreadable smile.

You arrived in Paris late in the evening. The hotel room was spacious and modern, with a large window framing a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower glowing softly in the distance.

Jimin was busy unpacking her things — carefully folding clothes, setting them neatly on the dresser. You stood by the window, staring out at the city, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nervousness.

Noticing you, Jimin paused and smiled faintly. She stepped behind you quietly and, almost without thinking, wrapped her arms gently around your waist.

You stiffened for a moment, then relaxed into her hold.

She leaned in slightly, her voice low and teasing. "Not used to views like this, huh?"

You glanced back at her, managing a small smile. "No, not really."

She stayed close, the city lights reflecting softly in her eyes. "Good. Then maybe it’s time you got used to better things."

Her hands slid to your shoulders, gently kneading the tense muscles, causing you to sigh in relaxation, leaning slightly against her. "Would you like me to run a jacuzzi for you?"

You didn't say anything, just nodded silently, after which you felt the absence of her hands on your body, which made you slightly disappointed, but you didn't have to wait long. Ten minutes later she returned to you, smiling warmly and taking your hand, "come on, I will take care of you tonight."

At the corner of the bathroom stood a massive, sunken jacuzzi tub, already filled with steaming, bubbling water. The scent of lavender and vanilla wafted through the air, the soothing aroma of the essential oils she had added to the water.

"Sweetheart, let me help you get undressed," she offered, but her hands already working on the buttons of your shirt. She took her time, her fingers brushing against your skin with every button she undid, savoring the feel of her soft flesh against her fingertips.

She slid it off your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Leaned down, letting you to take all chances to pull back, but as she understood that you had no intention to back off, she captured your lips in a slow, sensual kiss as her hands reached behind to unhook your bra. She let it fall away, breaking the kiss to toss it aside carelessly.

"You're so fucking beautiful, doll," she breathed, reaching out to trail her fingertips along the swell of your breasts, feeling the weight of them in her palms. "I could spend hours just looking at you."

She took your hand gently, helping you into the warm water, the way the water touched your tense shoulders made you close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of your aching muscles relaxing.

Opening your eyes, you saw Jimin slowly unbuttoning her pants, letting them slide down her long, skinny legs, before sending the outerwear down the same path to the floor. Stepping over the edge of the jacuzzi, she carefully appeared behind you, the steam rising around her as she settled into the water.

She pulled your back against her chest, wrapping her arms around your waist. "Come here, doll," she cooed, holding you close as she leaned back against the built-in cushion of the tub.

She could feel you against her, melting into her arms as the warm water soothed you. Her arms began to gently rub your shoulders, fingers working out any lingering tension.

As she massaged sore muscles, she pressed gentle kisses along the side of your neck, her lips lingering on the smooth skin. "You're so tense, baby. Let me help you relax," she cooed, her hands sliding up to your neck to knead the knots there.

Again. Hands slid lower, tracing the curve of your spine before coming to rest on your hips, gripping them gently. "You know, you have such a beautiful back," she murmured, her lips brushing against your shoulder blade. "I swear, I could spend hours exploring it."

Her fingers began to knead the muscles of you lower back, working out any remaining tension. She could feel the way your body body growing heavy and relaxed, melting. "That's my good girl," Jimin praised, her voice a low, intimate rumble. "Can you just let yourself go, sweetheart? Let me take care of you like no one can, I swear."

Jimin's hands slowly slid around to your stomach, fingers splaying across the soft skin. She pulled you more closer, hugging you from behind as the warm water lapped at your skin. "You need someone who can take care of you like I can," her cheek resting against the top of your head. "You need someone, with whom you won't have to count every penny and think whether you'll have enough to pay the bills tomorrow, you need me, doll."

"I want to touch every part of you, sweetheart," she breathed against your neck, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin. "I want to make you feel pleasure that would be beyond anything you've ever experienced in your life."

Her thumb found your clit, circling the sensitive nub with teasing strokes. She could feel you squirming against her touch, the way your hips rocking instinctively to meet her touch.

"Yeah? Do you like it?" she chuckled, burying her nose in the crook of your neck, while her movements, as if mockingly, became faster and slower, as if not giving you a chance to get used to such sensations. "I know you do, doll, this is not even half of what I will do to you tonight."

You barely heard her words, all of it mixed in unison with the phantom sensations of her touches on your body, with the pleasant, warm and slightly dim lighting of this jacuzzi, and the smell of essential oils that were added to the water like an additional drug to quickly drive you crazy.

"I'm ready to spend millions just to see you like this every day, at my disposal," Jimin bit her bottom lip as she heard your uncontrollable whines getting louder with each passing second, "and I think you won't mind."

She said the last sentence with a smirk, and fuck, of course she was right, you've never experienced anything like this, not even close, her touch, her words.

Too well, despite her teasing, she listened attentively to all the sounds that flew out of your mouth, as if with her ears trying to catch that very painful note that would make her stop, even though that was the last thing she wanted right now.

But your comfort was the most important thing now, and that's why when she didn't felt the resistance of your body, she just continued, knowing that right now you want it no less than she does.

"Come on, sweetheart," she babbled, the gentle yet still trembling tone of her voice making you arch your back, pressing your back against her chest, "you don't want to disappoint me, do you?"

Your walls started to clamp around nothing, and feeling this pleasant pulsation, she understood that you were close, and the particularly high moan that flew out of your mouth only confirmed this.

"That's my good girl," she immediately praised, but did not allow you to rest, her hands again slid to your hips, forcing you to turn towards her, ending up on her lap.

This change of position caused some water in the hot tub to spill overboard, but obviously now you both didn't care.

"You're so beautiful, gow many times have I told you this today?" Her words made you smile, "more than necessary," you replied, looking at her face while your lips were almost a millimeter apart.

"Never, I'm ready to repeat this to you at least a hundred times until you understand it." And with that, she captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

She poured all of herself into her touch, her love, her yearing for you, her all-consuming need for the beautiful girl in her arms. Tongue delved deep, intertwining with yours.

Breaking the kiss, she trailed her lips down the column of your throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the racing pulse she found there. She sucked lightly, leaving barely noticeable red marks from her teeth every time she bit a little harder than necessary.

At one point she felt your hands on her shoulders, forcing her to lean her back against the back of the jacuzzi, which she calmly allowed you to do, as if giving you a flag in your hands.

You spread her legs, bending them at the knees. At that moment you dazed gaze immediately rushes between her thighs.

Her flesh shines invitingly, that's what made you bite your lower lip, seeing such a strong and seemingly cold-blooded woman for the first time at your mercy. You were slowly saddle her leg to slide straight her older crotch. Her large palms immediately cover your round buttocks, pulling them even closer to her.

"Fuck... so good, sweetheart," she exhaled, watching as you looked straight into her eyes without a drop of shame, slowly starting to move, "really? When you're on the bottom, you look even better than usual." You said as you felt Jimin's hands force your hips to push against her own.

You cover your mouth with trembling hand, and Jimin does not take her excited gaze away from the place where their hips collide. This view really drove her crazy, making her want you even more, although it seemed like where else could it be?

"The hottest view I've ever had in my life," she said with a grin, she says greedily, licking her lips. She doesn't stop kneading the younger's soft buttocks and furiously rubbing her groin against her, catching your clumsy thrusts and half-strangled sobs.

You placed your palms on her stomach under the water, your hair sticks to her crimson cheeks, lips are dry, and you are both quite tense and focused on thrusting, because you both felt the approaching climax becoming more and more tangible.

You falls onto her chest with a drawn-out groan, continuing to twitch convulsively, and she herself presses her wet groin tightly against your folds, while she impatiently lifted your hips to increase the friction between them and prolong the pleasure spreading between her legs.

You both realized that you clearly didn't want to stop now, which is why, after a few minutes, your gazes met again, and you both understood each other without words.

Getting out of the hot tub as quickly as possible, you slowly wrapped your arms around her neck, jumping into her arms, wrapping your arms around her bare waist. Hands gripped your hips tightly as you both walked out of the bathroom, and despite the cold temperature contrast with the hot bath, you both made your way to the bed.

Jimin carefully laid you on your back, hovering over you, she grabs the soft roundness of your breasts with her palms, squeezes them through her own trembling and impatience, she sank lower, kisses your sunken stomach, inhaling the faint scent of your desire.

You don't hold back your moans when she does it especially well for you, but sometimes you react at all, and at other moments on the contrary, you felt everything too sensitively, not even understanding why your body reacted so much to her touches.

Your toes curl convulsively with pleasure. She looked up at you, her eyes dark and hazy with desire as she took in the exquisite sight of you arched against the pillows, your back bowed in pleasure.

"Quite the sight," she said, licking her lower lips, "Is it really me who has this influence on you?"

This question made you lift your head from the pillows, looking at her with a look that literally said "what-is-this-fucking-question", but despite this, you found the strength to answer with maximum restraint, despite the excess of feelings and emotions that were seething inside you, "and who else?"

She seemed to be satisfied with your answer, helped guide your legs up and over her shoulders, the soft skin of your inner thighs brushing against her cheeks, she leaned in closer, breath hot and heavy against your dripping core as she gazed up at your face, taking in every expression that flitted across your features.

"If you had said your boyfriend's name, I swear I would have killed you right now," with this words, she dove in, tongue delving deep into you, swirling and stroking your inner walls. She licked and suckled, her movements deliberate and focused on giving you the most of the pleasure she could ever give you.

Jimin's nose nestling against your mound as her tongue continued assault on your aching clit, the feeling of that stimulation made your body shudder.

"Fuck, baby..." She breathed, before diving back in again, rough surface of tongue delving deeper into your folds. She licked and sucked, her tongue curling to hit that spongy perfect spot inside you, "sweetheart, It feels like I can't get enough of you."

She could feel your body trembling, hear your breathy moans filling the room as she worked up you closer to your peak, your thighs tensing around her head, your body arching off the bed as the coil of tension in your core wound tighter and tighter.

Inner walls clamped down around the tip of her tongue as wave after wave of your orgasm crashed over you, your back arching sharply as you cried out for the last time.

The way your juices gushed, staining her chin turned her on even more, forcing her to obediently swallow every last drop.

With her lips moving up along the skin of your stomach, she chuckled, still feeling the tremors that seemed like they weren't going to leave your body.

"The most beautiful orgasm I've ever seen in my life," she giggled, licking the beads of sweat that were running down your wet body from your collarbone, skillfully catching each one with her tongue, "and it's clearly not the last."

It made you look at her questioningly, you saw the sly way she looked at you and it made you burn with anticipation. Not the last one?

"Are you up to something, Jimin?" you asked, your eyebrows raised in question, watching as instead of answering, she just smirked and moved away from you, taking her suitcase out from under the bed.

"You know, call me a freak, but I took something interesting on the trip with you," she said in a voice that was full of mystery, and in this voice you couldn’t even understand whether she was joking or speaking in all seriousness.

You didn't see what she was doing, you just heard a barely audible click, which made you wonder, is she fastening something? What is she doing?

But all the questions disappeared as soon as she straightened up, she started to slip the harness on, adjusting the straps until it fit snugly against her hips and thighs. The silicone of strap juttted out obscenely, bobbing with each movement as she positioned herself between your legs once more.

"A fucking strap-on, Yu Jimin?" You asked in surprise, despite the fact that this scenario clearly did not frighten or disgust you, "Are you seriously took it "with us" to Paris?"

Your surprised remarks made her laugh as she looked into your eyes defiantly, "why not? I couldn't pass up the chance to fuck you in a room with a view of the Eiffel Tower, it would be a waste of money."

Her answer made you snort playfully as she tightened the toy around her hips more, "come on, roll over for me, baby," Jimin instructed softly, her hands caressing your hips, "a little fun won't hurt, you know."

As you rolled over obediently, she helped arrange the pillows beneath your hips, lifting them to present yourself to her. She ran her hands over the globes of your ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh appreciatively.

She pressed the silicone tip against your entrance, rubbing it teasingly between your folds, wetting herself with your lubricant, hoping that this would allow her to slide into you more easily without causing you pain.

"Push back against me, angle your hips to take me deeper, it would be less painful for you, sweetheart," one hand slid around your hip to your front, finding your clit, rubbing slow, firm circles over the sensitive nub. The other hand gripped your hip, holding you steady as she started to thrust, building a steady rhythm.

She pulled out until just the tip remained before slamming back in, burying herself to the hilt. Her hips slapped against your cheeks with each powerful thrust, the lewd sound filling the room along with your needy moans.

She gradually picked up the pace as she felt she could move inside more freely, one hand sliding up your back to tangle in your hair. She tugged your head back, forcing your spine to arch even more as she pounded into you.

"You're looking so fuckable right now," she pushed her hips harder, with a particularly hard thrust, grinding the strap-on deep inside you as she continued to rub tight circles on your clit. She could feel your walls fluttering around the intrusion, your body instinctively trying to draw her in even deeper.

"You're looking so fuckable right now," she pushed her hips harder, with a particularly hard thrust, grinding the strap-on deep inside you as she continued to rub tight circles on your clit. She could feel your walls fluttering around the intrusion, your body instinctively trying to draw her in even deeper.

"Bet your boyfriend will never be able to do it the way I do it," she punctuated her possessive words with a sharp smack to your ass, watching as the flesh jiggled from the impact. "Fucking never," she rubbed the reddened skin soothingly before gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises, pulling you back to meet her rough thrusts.

Jimin pushed you over, again, your body convulsing beneath hers as your orgasm crashed over you. She worked you through it, fucking you through each aftershock until you collapsed onto the bed, spent and panting.

She followed you down, covering your body with her own, her hips still rocking gently against yours as she caught her breath. She gazed at you adoringly, brushing your sweat-soaked hair back from your face, her fingers tracing the curves of your cheeks.

Jimin began to move once, rolling her hips in a slow rhythm, the strap-on sliding in and out of you with a lewd squelch. Her face mere inches from yours, allowing you to see every flicker of emotion and lust in her eyes.

"That's it, baby. Wrap those legs around my waist," she encouraged, her voice a low, seductive murmur. "Pull me in deeper, angel. I want to be as close to you, pretty girl."

As you obeyed, locking your ankles around her back, she leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss, tongue delving into your mouth to intertwine with yours. She swallowed your moans and whimpers.

"That's my good girl," She praised breathlessly, breaking the kiss to gaze at you with hooded eyes dark with desire.

Your hands push her, forcing you to change positions, obviously, she did not offer any resistance to this, on the contrary, she encouraged it

"Sweetheart, you're so fucking eager for me, aren't you?" She purred, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I love this side of you."

Her hands immediately went to your waist, gripping your hips possessively as she gazed up at you with a look of pure lust, hands up your sides, cupping your breasts, kneading the soft flesh as she admired your confidence. Her thumbs circled your nipples, teasing the sensitive buds till they pebbled under her touch.

"Ride me, baby," she encouraged, her voice low and thick with arousal. "I know you want to take all you need from me, do it, right now."

Jimin guided your hips with her hands, helping you set rhythm that was comfortable for you as you rose and fell on the strap-on. Her eyes were glued to where you both were joined, watching your cunt swallow her up again and again, your arousal coating the silicone.

"That's my good girl, bouncing on me so eagerly," she groaned, her head falling back against the pillow, "you're riding my cock like it was made for your pussy."

You felt your breathing quicken, how it became harder for you to breathe with every movement, because of how hard your body was shaking, she saw this and she continued to push herself, holding you by the hips.

With every push you were closer and closer to falling into the abyss, and the last push sent you straight there, with a loud groan, causing you to fall right onto her.

She wrapped her arms around you, holding you close as she rolled her hips, grinding against yours to prolong your climax. She gazed at you adoringly, brushing your sweat-soaked hair back from your face, her fingers tracing the curves of your cheeks.

Lips kissed your temple soothingly while the silicone toy was still inside you, clearly not planning on coming out yet. The way you breathed heavily into her neck made her chuckle, pulling you even closer.

"Sleep now, baby, you need to get some rest, I don't want my secretary to come to the meeting with shaking legs tomorrow.

[ego13]

AFTER MIDNIGHT part. 1 – y.jm

PAIR ࿐ fem! reader x yu jimin. GENRE ࿐ pure angst/smut, detective, criminalistic. WARNINGS ࿐ murders, violence, semi-detailed description of corpses, references to child abuse/harassment, drug references, cheating, redflag!jimin, deception, complicated relationships, eventual smut, cunnilingus, kissing, impact play, misleading, praise kink, pet names (sweetheart , baby). SYNOPSIS ࿐ a series of suspicious murders have swept through a small town, raising it to its ears, which forces you to take up the case, not even suspecting that one of your "old" friends will return from the shadows. WORD COUNT 11,2k ࿐ PLAYLIST After Midnight ࿐

Jimin was holding her half of the headphones delicately, as if it were a secret she didn’t want the nobody to steal. The other half nestled in your ear, you leaned her head just slightly closer, lying it on her shoulder. The soft chords of "Sleepwalking" by Bring Me The Horizon drifted between you both, carried by the tiny MP3 player tucked in her hoodie pocket.

“We’ll always be together, right?” she asked, her voice quieter than the song, almost swallowed by the wind.

You turned to look at her. Her eyes were interested and serious, her dark hair tangled slightly from the breeze. There was something in her expression — an earnestness that made the moment feel like it was being carved into the wood beneath you.

“Always,” you said without hesitation, reaching out to pinky swear.

Jimin smiled then — bright, unguarded, and free. Your pinkies linked like the final note of a perfect song, sealed by laughter and that last chorus echoing in their ears.

"Why are you even asking me this? Is there something I don't know?" You asked with a ringing interest in your voice, clearly surprised by such a sudden interest in this kind of question.

"No... you know more about me than I do, even if I wanted to hide something from you, you would understand in the first moments," Jimin chuckled, clearly changing the subject, trying to avoid a direct answer to the question.

"You're right, so don't even think about hiding anything from me! I'll find out anyway," you giggled, turning your gaze into the distance, connecting the bright stars into small constellations in the clear sky with your gaze.

Noticing this, Yu smiled, she didn’t look at the stars, she didn’t need to, the brightest and most beautiful star in her life was now sitting in front of her, that's why her hand slowly crept up to yours, carefully intertwining your fingers together.

"Just... just suddenly, just suddenly, if something happens to me, will you promise to always remember me?"

The question made you look back at her, looking at her with eyes full of uncertainty. Why was she asking such strange things? The question was stuck in your head and you couldn't find the right words to answer, just nodding silently, taking a deep breath.

Seeing this, her hand tightened its grip on yours, smiling weakly as she brought it to her lips, leaving a few kisses on each of your knuckles as the last chords of the song slowly faded away.

The sound of wind faded. The song cut out.

Your eyes opened.

The room was dark except for the blinking light on her phone vibrating against the nightstand. Your head throbbed slightly — a dull reminder of falling asleep without eating. You blinked once before reaching the phone.

"Yunbin, Investigative Committee."

You answered, voice rough. “Yeah?”

“You’re awake! Thank god.” Yunbin’s tone was clipped. “Check your email. Right fucking now. It’s urgent.”

You sat up, rubbing the heel of her hand into her eye. “Can’t it wait until morning I have a fucking meeting with of Mr. Park tomorrow, if I don't get enough sleep I'll definitely spit in his face.

“No, this can't wait,” he said. “It’s him. We got new evidence. Check your inbox. The email with the archive is there. Password is the usual. Please don't delay. Let me know the second you open it.”

He hung up before you could say anything else.

You sighed, shoved the blanket aside, and dragged her laptop from under the bed. Fingers trembled slightly as you typed in her password — more from the chill than fear, or so you told yourself.

The email was already waiting. No subject. No text. Just an attachment named "SEASIDE_CASE_ARCHIVE.zip"

You clicked it. Entered the password. The archive opened.

There were four folders. Each named after a date. Each containing photos.

You clicked the first one.

The screen filled with images of a body — a young girl, no older than twenty, laid out in the sand. Her stomach was sliced open in a clean, straight line, the flesh parted but blood minimal, as if the cut had been made with professional precision. Her face was eerily calm. In her hands, arranged gently, was a small bouquet of white lilac.

You clicked through the other folders. The pattern repeated.

Four girls. All killed in the same way. All on the same spit of land by the sea — but each found in a slightly different spot. Their torsos opened. Their hands clutching lilac. There was no chaos in the scenes. No mess. Just death, arranged with cold care.

Your stomach turned.

The medical team had nicknamed the killer “The Reaper.” Well... you could see why.

There was nothing passionate or messy about the murders. Just clinical brutality. It didn’t look like rage. It looked like a statement. What was planned, damn, this bastard definitely has professional hands, you were willing to bet that the guys from the forensics team who have done more autopsies in their careers than you can imagine could do such a precise abdominal dissection.

You closed the last photo and sat still in the silence, the sound of the laptop’s fan the only thing filling the room.

Your phone buzzed again. A new message from Yunbin.

Yunbin:

Do any of the girls look familiar to you?

You:

No... I’ve never seen any of them before.

Yunbin:

Are you sure?

You:

One hundred percent. Why?

Yunbin:

All four girls were around your age. 15 to 18. No known family connections. Different backgrounds, no ties to each other on paper. But here’s where it gets strange.

You:

Go on.

Yunbin:

Three of them had registered visits to the same mental health clinic in Seoul. Same month. Same doctor. No details on the sessions — records sealed.

You:

What about the fourth?

Yunbin:

No clinic record... but get this — she was caught shoplifting from a pharmacy six months ago! Security footage shows her muttering to herself and holding a bouquet of lilac.

You:

White lilac? Same lilac?

Yunbin:

Exactly.

You:

So... he targets vulnerable girls?

Yunbin:

Looks that way. Victims showed signs of recent emotional stress — anxiety, insomnia, some hinted at suicidal ideation in personal journals or police interviews.

You:

How the hell does he pick them?

Yunbin:

That’s the question. There’s no digital link. No chatrooms, no shared devices, no obvious connection between them.

You:

And no one saw him?

Yunbin:

No witnesses. He moves fast. The bodies were all found within 24 hours of death. No defensive wounds either. It’s like they didn’t fight.

You:

Or couldn’t?

Yunbin:

Exactly! Autopsies show they were sedated before the incision. Carefully. Nothing messy.

You:

Listen... I need everything you have on that clinic.

Yunbin:

Already on it. I’ll send you the internal list of patients from the month they visited. Might be something there. Including staff rosters. Maybe someone slipped.

You:

Thanks. I’ll dig in.

Yunbin:

One more thing.

You:

Yeah?

Yunbin:

I was told that she, a woman, called the local clinic. She made a call to emergency services a week before the first victim.

You:

What did she say?

Yunbin:

The transcript’s short. She said: “He’s coming. He already took her. I saw it in her eyes.” Then hung up. The number is unavailable, geolocation cannot be calculated, apparently the phone is for one-time use.

You:

The owner of the phone could not be identified either?

Yunbin:

That’s what I'm trying to find out.

You:

Fine, going to sleep now, because I'm about to switch off. I'll meet you at the the office.

You set the phone face down on the desk and leaned back in the headboard. The screen still glowed faintly, casting a cold light across the room. Eyes burned from staring too long. The images from the archive were still there in the back of your mind.

The victims have no connection? This will need to be checked, because if this is really the case, how then do we even look for the maniac? How do we predict the next victim?

You closed the laptop. Stood up, your knees ached slightly from sitting too long. You pulled the curtains tighter and crawled back into bed without changing. The sheets were still warm. She lay flat on her back, eyes open in the dark.

Sleep came slowly, despite the mess that's going on in your head.

The alarm buzzed at 7:15. You slapped it off without even opening your eyes.

Body felt like it had been hit by a truck. You lay there for another minute, then rolled out of bed and dragged yourself to the bathroom.

You stared at herself in the mirror. Pale. Hair is a fucking mess. You looked like someone who hadn’t slept properly in days, and that... wasn’t far from the truth.

In the kitchen, you made yourself some black coffee and didn’t bother with breakfast. Just stood at the counter, sipping it in silence. Thoughts about what happened didn't leave your head. And that dream with Jimin, what was that all about?

You moved on autopilot — pulled on dark slacks, a white blouse, blazer, boots. Tied your hair back loosely. Slid the badge into the pocket, then her ID, then her USB drive.

Laptop in the bag. Phone charged. Everything is strictly according to the template by which you lived every fucking day.

You checked the lock on the door twice before leaving.

The hallway outside your apartment was quiet. Old floorboards creaked under your steps. You took the stairs instead of the elevator.

The city was waking up when she hit the street. Traffic already building. People on their phones, rushing to work, completely unaware that somewhere by the sea, four girls had died without a sound.

By the time you reached the corner, the noise and crowds were already too much. The city felt louder than usual. Head was still foggy. You made your way to the small underground garage behind the building and unlocked your jeep.

It was old, beat-up, but reliable. No tech distractions, just a manual engine and the low hum of the radio you never tuned.

You pulled out onto the main road, one hand on the wheel, the other gripping her coffee cup. And for a moment you thought about the dream again. The bridge. The music. Jimin’s face.

It hadn’t come out of nowhere.

She had been your best friend for years. From first grade to senior year, they were always together — school projects, sleepovers, summer breaks. You shared everything.

Then came the end of high school. Graduation. College applications. And suddenly, Jimin was just… gone.

No goodbye. No call. Not even a text.

Her number stopped working. Socials were wiped. Mutual friends knew nothing. A couple rumors floated around — that her family moved out of Seoul, maybe Busan or Incheon — but nothing solid.

Eventually, people stopped asking.

But the you hadn’t. You still remembered messaging Yu's old email once, months later, just to try. No response.

That bridge from the dream — it was real. It was the place they went when things were hard. When school got rough. When Jimin’s mom was drinking again. When they you both didn't wanted to go home.

And now, for some reason, her face was blurred. Vivid. Sharp. Like she’d never existed.

You shook your head and blinked at the red light. The GPS buzzed even though you wasn’t using it. Just out of habit.

You turned down the quieter side street that led toward the committee offices — a large gray building tucked between an old bank and a private security firm. You parked in the lot, engine off, and sat for a second with the keys in your hand.

Jimin had vanished.

No note. No warning.

Just like that.

You rubbed her eyes once more, then grabbed your bag and stepped out into the morning air.

The curtains did nothing to block out the morning light.

Jimin squinted, groaned, and rolled over — but instead of a pillow, her face pressed into a scratchy throw blanket that smelled like gin and the couch she’d passed out on again. Her head pounded. Her mouth was dry.

Footsteps padded softly across the marble floor.

"Jimin," a voice said gently, like someone trying not to start a fight before breakfast. "You need to get up."

She didn’t move at first. Just let out a grunt and buried her face deeper into the cushion.

"Jimin." The voice came again, firmer now. "Come on. I asked you not to drink last night."

She opened one eye and turned her head.

There she was — her wife, Chanyeol. Dressed like always in something understated but expensive, with a fresh blowout and no visible sign of age despite being ten years older. Perfect. Fucking rich.

Jimin sat up slowly, her spine aching from the awkward position she’d slept in. She tugged her shirt down, even though it was wrinkled and smelled like cigarettes.

"I didn’t plan on drinking," she muttered, voice hoarse.

Chanyeol walked over and handed her a glass of water. "No one ever does."

Yu drank it in one go. Her throat burned.

"You need to pull yourself together," her wife said, crouching in front of her, her tone still measured. "She’s on the way."

Jimin blinked. "Who?"

"My daughter," the woman said. "I told you yesterday. She’s coming for dinner."

Yu exhaled. "Right."

"She hasn’t seen you in weeks. Please, at least try to be presentable. Don’t make this awkward, for me especially."

Jimin pushed herself up and staggered slightly. Chanyeol caught her elbow, steadying her for a second before letting go.

"I’ll go to shower," Yu said. "Give me fifteen minutes."

She nodded, then turned to leave, heels clicking softly on the floor. At the doorway she paused.

"And Jimin," she added without looking back, "if you’re serious about that novel, maybe open the damn laptop today."

Then she was gone.

Yu stood in silence for a moment, staring at the empty glass in her hand. The penthouse around her looked like something out of a magazine — all glass, leather, and minimalism. Nothing in it felt like hers.

She made her way to the bathroom, turning on the water.

Jimin stood under the shower, arms against the tile, water beating down on the back of her neck. She didn’t move. Just let it run down her body in unsuccessful attempts to sober up.

The heat should’ve helped — burned away the hangover, the taste of stale alcohol, the fog in her head — but it didn’t. It never did. Her thoughts kept circling the same drain they always did.

The book.

She had the idea three years ago. A crime novel about a detective chasing a killer who left flowers in the hands of his victims. She wrote the first chapter in a single night, drunk off cheap wine and inspiration. It wasn’t perfect, but it had something.

Then came the offers. A stipend. A sponsor. A publisher who’d "keep an eye" on her progress.

And then came her.

Her wife.

They met at a fundraiser she wasn’t supposed to be at, dressed in someone else’s suit, pretending to belong. But the woman had noticed her — really noticed her — and something about being seen by someone with power and money had hooked Jimin.

It didn’t take long. The penthouse came next. The promises. Then the wedding.

And then the slow drift.

Now the book sat untouched on her desktop — a document opened more times than she could count, each time filled with more a fucking guilt than words.

And every time she thought about writing again, she heard his voice.

Chanyeol’s father. The chairman. The old bastard who’d never said her name once but never stopped talking about her.

"She’s a loser with a shitty book and a dream with a hole in her pocket."

"She’s using you to play artist."

"She wants the money, not the marriage."

Every time he visited, he’d shake his head like she was a stray dog the family hadn’t managed to kick out yet. And the worst part?

He wasn’t completely wrong.

Jimin had needed the money. She’d needed a place to stay. She’d needed someone to say "just write and don’t worry about rent."

She never lied about that. But somewhere along the way, she forgot how to write at all.

The water started to run cold. She didn’t flinch.

Her palms were wrinkled. Her eyes burned. The hum of the ventilation fan filled the silence.

If she didn’t pull herself together, the old man would be right — again.

And worse, the girl showing up for dinner would see it too.

Yu shut off the water and stood in the silence for a few seconds longer.

Then she reached for the towel.

She rubbed the towel over her head, slow and distracted. The bathroom mirror was fogged up, but she didn’t bother wiping it down. She was still standing there, bare feet on cold tile, when her phone started buzzing from the counter.

"HANA - TV EDITORIAL OFFICE"

She stared at the name for a second, then picked it up and answered with a low, dry, "Yeah?"

"You sound like shit," Hana said without missing a beat.

"I feel worse."

"Still drinking yourself sideways?"

"Got a better hobby in mind?"

There was a pause on the line. Yu leaned on the sink and waited, eyes on the fogged-up glass.

"I’ve got something," Hana finally said. Her tone dropped into that serious register she used when she actually had news. "Real shit. Not clickbait."

"Go on."

"You know Mokpo?"

Jimin blinked. "Yeah. Port city. South coast."

"Right. So... a guy I know down there — small-time fixer, drinks with cops — he just told me there’s movement on a hush-hush case. Local police are losing their minds trying to keep it under wraps. No official statements, but he swears there’s a serial involved. Four dead girls, all in different parts of the city."

Yu straightened a little. "Confirmed?"

"Unofficially, yeah. But the details…" Hana hesitated, then said, "They’re all staged. Same exact pattern. Surgical stuff. Like out of a damn screenplay."

Jimin didn’t speak for a moment.

"You’re not calling just to tell me bedtime stories."

"Nope." Hana sounded like she was grinning now. "I’m saying this is your shot. Material. Real, dark stuff. You wanna finish your silly book? Go look death in the face again. You used to be good at that. Before all this…"

She trailed off, but Jimin caught the tone.

"Before I sold out," she finished flatly.

"I didn’t say that."

"You didn’t have to."

Another pause. Then Hana softened. "Look. We both need a piece of cake. I need a segment for the docuseries we’re pitching. You need to write something that’s not an apology email to your agent. Let’s both stop drowning in this shit."

Jimin closed her eyes.

She could already feel the pull of it — the adrenaline, the story, the clarity she hadn’t had in years. She wasn’t dumb, she knew why murder called to her more than love ever did. There was no room for lies in a post-mortem.

"Where do I start?" she asked quietly.

"I’ll text you the fixer’s number. Name’s Minseok. He owes me. If you head down there, he’ll grease the doors."

Yu nodded slowly, towel hanging in one hand.

"And Jimin," Hana added, voice low now, "don’t fuck this up."

Call ended.

Jimin stood for a second, still dripping slightly, staring at her reflection through the steam. The fog was starting to clear.

She stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, hair still damp and clinging to her neck. She moved quietly down the hall, the scent of coffee already drifting toward her.

Her wife was in the kitchen, setting the table with calm precision — warm bread rolls in a basket, little glass dishes with fruit and yogurt.

Yu cleared her throat.

"You clean up fast," she said without looking up.

"Didn’t have time to fall apart today."

The woman gave a soft snort — not quite amusement, not quite approval.

Jimin padded across the marble floor, pulling the towel tighter as she sat down. She’d usually throw on sweatpants or something loose, but there was no time, not with the idea burning in the back of her head.

"I need a favor," she said, cutting right into it.

Her wife finally looked at her. "What kind?"

"Money."

A pause.

"How much?"

"Enough to get to Mokpo. Couple nights in a motel. Bus ticket. Some gear. Call it two million won, give or take."

Her wife blinked. "Mokpo?"

"Yeah. I wanna clear my head. Change the scenery. That’s all."

Yu avoided her eyes and reached for the coffee, pouring herself a cup like it would distract from the lie.

"Thought you didn’t have any friends there."

"I don’t," Jimin said quickly. "That’s the point. No people, no distractions."

Before she could reply, heavy footsteps echoed from the stairs.

And then came him.

Mr. Nam.

Old money in a linen shirt, still somehow sharp at nearly seventy, with perfect posture and a permanent sneer. He didn’t even glance at Jimin as he walked in, just went straight for the fridge and poured himself a glass of water.

"Morning, Dad," her wife said politely.

"Hm," he grunted. He turned, saw Jimin, and finally acknowledged her with a dry look.

"Still drunk?" he asked.

"Morning to you too," she muttered.

He sat at the head of the table and took a sip of water, eyes flicking between the two women. "What are we talking about now? More ‘creative escapes’?"

Jimin exhaled, annoyed. "I said I wanted to go to Mokpo. That’s it."

"For what?" He asked, leaning forward. “A yoga retreat? One of those ocean-view writing camps?"

"She wants to clear her head," Chanyeol said carefully.

The old man chuckled. "Of course she does."

He turned his full attention to Jimin now, his smile thin.

"You know, I spent forty years building a company that pays people with actual skills. You’ve spent what — three years trying to write a book you won’t finish and draining my daughter’s account in the meantime?"

"Dad—" she started.

"No, it’s fine," Jimin said coldly, setting her cup down. "He’s not wrong."

She looked him in the eye, dead calm. "But I’m still going."

The man snorted again. "You’re gonna run to the coast, drink in some moldy motel room, and call it ‘research’? You’re not an artist. You’re a freeloader in designer socks."

Jimin didn’t flinch. She’d heard worse.

But her jaw tightened. "I’ll finish it. One way or another."

"Oh?" The man smirked. "Then stop begging for handouts. Go work."

Her wife stood suddenly, hands on the table. "That’s enough."

The old man shrugged, grabbed his coffee, and walked off like he hadn’t just spit on her entire life.

Jimin sat in silence. Her throat was tight, but she didn’t let it show.

After a few moments, her wife sat back down, quieter now.

"You really going to write this time?" she asked softly.

She looked up, her voice low.

"I’m not asking again."

She was quiet the whole time she packed. A cheap duffel bag, some old notebooks, charger, camera she barely used anymore, hoodie, jeans.

Chanyeol leaned on the bedroom doorframe, arms crossed.

"You're really going alone?" she asked, her voice low.

"Yeah."

"You’re not meeting anyone down there?"

She zipped the bag slowly. "No."

There was a pause. Then she asked, more gently, "Do you want me to book the hotel for you?"

Jimin shook her head. "I'll figure it out."

"I just— You don't really do well on your own, baby."

That stung more than she let on. She slung the bag over her shoulder and turned to face her.

"I need to try."

Chanyeol looked like she wanted to say something else — maybe ask her to stay, maybe tell her she was full of shit. But instead, she nodded once and stepped aside.

"Call me when you get there."

"Okay."

Downstairs, the old man was sitting on the patio with his paper and tea, pretending not to notice her walking out the door. She didn’t give him the satisfaction of a goodbye. Didn't deserve it.

The cab ride to Seoul Station was short, quiet. She stared out the window the whole time, sunglasses on even though the sky was gray. Her phone buzzed in her pocket — a message from Hana.

Hana:

Minseok’s expecting you. Meet him by the docks after 7pm. You still going?

Jimin:

Yeah.

She tucked the phone away and leaned back. Her head still ached from last night’s wine.

The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, steady and cold. You stood near your desk, arms crossed, sipping coffee that had long gone lukewarm. Office was silent that was broken only by the soft sounds of Yunbin peeling off bits of tape and slapping photographs against the glass wall.

One by one, the victims appeared — grainy photos, close-ups of lifeless eyes, slashed skin, and lilacs.

"You sure you want these out in the open?" Yunbin asked without turning, "it's not the most pleasant sight, you know."

"Leave them," you said. "I want to see them when I walk in every morning, besides, i've seen worse."

He paused, glanced at her over his shoulder. "You're not sleeping, are you?"

You didn’t answer. Just stared at the newest photo he’d placed — a girl no older than seventeen, her body half-buried in wet sand, arms crossed neatly over her chest, fingers curled around the wilted lilac.

"Medical report says the cuts were done post-mortem," Yunbin said. "Stomach opened with something precise. Scalpel, most likely, but it's not certain, Yunho from the medical sector is still conducting an examination, the results will be out within a day."

You set your coffee down. "No defensive wounds?"

"None."

"So they were drugged?"

"Or just caught off guard. No signs of sexual assault. No robbery. No struggle."

You nodded, slowly processing.

"Victims don’t know each other. No online connections, no overlapping phone activity, no shared friends."

"Then how the hell is he choosing them?" you asked.

Yunbin shrugged. "Only common point is location. All dumped on that same stretch of coast, but spaced out by kilometers. Spit’s nearly eight kilometers long."

You walked over to the wall, looked at the photos again. "He wants them found."

"Obviously. Poses them like a fucking piece of art."

You tapped her nail against the glass. "And the lilacs?"

"White lilac means youthful innocence. In the old books, anyway."

"Jesus Christ," you muttered. "Fucking poet."

They stood in silence for a beat. Then he said, "You really don’t recognize any of them?"

You shook her head. "No. They’re all strangers."

He peeled the last photo from the file and smoothed it against the glass. The youngest. Maybe fifteen.

"Then maybe that’s the point," he said quietly. "They’re strangers to everyone. Nobody who’ll raise a fuss too soon. Easy to lose."

You stared at the girl’s face. Pale, half-lit by the camera flash.

"I want every missing persons report filed in that region for the past six months," you said. "Even ones that weren’t taken seriously."

"On it."

"And Yunbin," you turned toward him.

He paused at the door.

"Keep this in-house. No leaks. No press, I don't want some bastards from TV getting under our feet."

He gave you a small nod.

"Got it."

The door closed behind him, and you remained standing there, leaning against the edge of the table, examining each victim with a long-honed master's gaze.

The victims were not related.

But is it true?

Something made you reach for the file on one of the victims, opening the first page as if trying to find a catch in what was written.

"The victim's marital status... The father is an alcoholic, received a two-year sentence for robbery and fighting..."

It seemed that you had found absolutely nothing important in these lines, so you took the file of the last victim, but this time, opening it, your gaze instantly found the right line.

"The victim's marital status... Mother is an alcoholic, bad relationship with father after which he left the family, strained relationship with stepfather."

Fathers.

Perhaps there is a clue here.

And it was at that moment that you felt something click in your head. Reviewing the entire dossier for what seemed like the hundredth time, you began to understand something you had missed earlier.

All the victims had terrible relationships with their fathers.

How could you possibly miss this?

But that didn't matter now.

Taking a pen from the table, opening the cap with your teeth, you quickly wrote down the address of the last victim on a small piece of paper.

Yeosu, a city three hours' drive from Mokpo.

The hand grabbed the car keys lying nearby, as if a bullet flew out of the office. It seemed that you finally began to catch this invisible thread, and you had no right to lose it.

The rented Hyundai coughed as it climbed the hill toward the Investigative Committee building — a dull gray block of concrete with tinted glass and a security booth out front.

Jimin had one arm resting on the window frame, the wind tugging at her hair. She spotted Yunbin the second he stepped out — button-down shirt half untucked, lanyard around his neck, phone in hand.

She smirked and quickly pulled over near the curb.

"Yunbin!" she called out, snapping her fingers like she’d just remembered something. "Hey!"

He stopped, squinted toward the car, then took a step closer. His expression shifted from confusion to vague recognition.

"Jimin?" he asked.

"In the flesh. Hana’s friend. Fucking writer, remember?"

Yunbin looked at his watch, then at the sidewalk. "Right. She mentioned you might be in town with Minseok."

She leaned on the steering wheel. "Funny thing, I was just headed to the same coffee shop you’re probably walking to. Want a ride? I swear the air conditioning works better in here than it looks."

He gave the car a long, skeptical look, then shrugged. "Sure, I guess, I’ve walked enough today."

Yu grinned and unlocked the passenger door. "Hop in. First coffee’s on me."

As he climbed in, buckling up with one hand and glancing around the dashboard like he was checking for bugs, Jimin mentally took stock, easygoing, maybe a little overworked, but not the suspicious type. Getting him on her side would be no problem.

"Appreciate it," he said, settling in. "Didn’t expect to run into anyone I knew around here."

"I didn’t expect to end up here, either," she replied. "Small world, right?"

He chuckled lightly. "Or maybe Hana set us up."

"Wouldn’t put it past her."

They drove in silence for a few blocks. Jimin kept it casual, one hand on the wheel, eyes on the road, but her mind was already ten moves ahead — rehearsing how she’d ask about the case without sounding too obvious, wondering how close she could get to the real story without scaring him off.

"So," she said casually, "how bad is it in there? Everyone's walking around like there’s a bomb under their desks."

Yunbin didn’t look at her, just stared out the window. "Worse than that."

Bingo. Fucking bingo.

It seems that everything will be much easier than she thought.

The coffee shop was only a few blocks away, a corner place with dusty windows and a faded sign that read "24/7 Coffee." Jimin parked a little crooked, tossed the keys onto the dashboard, and followed Yunbin inside.

They grabbed a small table near the window. he ordered black coffee. Jimin asked for an iced americano, even though she hated the aftertaste.

"So," she said, stirring the straw like she cared, "what’s really going on out here? Hana made it sound like some true crime goldmine."

Yunbin leaned back in his chair and exhaled slowly. "Yeah. You could say that."

Yu kept her expression neutral, sipping through the straw. She didn’t want to push too hard. Let him talk.

"There’s been four bodies so far," he said. "All dumped on the same stretch of coast. Different spots, but the same pattern."

She nodded slowly. "The girls, right? I read something vague on some forum. Thought it was a hoax."

"It’s real," Yunbin said, his voice a little lower now. "Stomach cut open, organs left intact. No signs of struggle. Holding white lilac in their hands. No fingerprints. No suspects."

"And you?"

"I'm just the assistant, you know," he shrugged. "The real one doing the legwork is the lead investigator. She’s been glued to the case since the first body was found, I've been her assistant for two years now, I assure you, she's a pro at what she does."

Jimin raised an eyebrow. "She?"

"Yeah. Young investigator, moved down here six months ago from Seoul. Total hard-ass. Doesn’t sleep, doesn’t smile. Her name is—"

He didn’t finish. Yu's hand slipped on the condensation of her plastic cup and knocked it sideways, spilling coffee across the table.

"Shit," she muttered, fumbling for napkins.

He sat back, startled. "Hey, you good?"

She waved it off. "Yeah. Just... the cup slipped. What were you saying?"

"Her name. You probably don’t know her. She’s not exactly the social type."

"Try me."

He gave her a look. "Y/N."

Jimin froze mid-wipe. Her stomach twisted in a way she hadn’t felt in years. She forced a short laugh.

"No shit."

Yunbin nodded, sipping his drink. "You know her?"

She leaned back, staring past him, eyes unfocused. "We went to school together. Long time ago. Haven’t seen her in..." She trailed off.

"Small world, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess," she said, swallowing hard. "Fucking small."

She tried to act normal, pretending to clean the mess she’d made, but her mind was running circles. She looked up at Yunbin, forcing a smile.

"So... this girl, right," she said, her voice carefully casual, "what’s her deal? You said she moved here from Seoul?"

He nodded, leaning back in his chair. "Yeah. She got transferred a while ago. Some people say it was a demotion, others say she asked for it. She doesn’t talk about it."

She squinted. "How old is she?"

"Twenty five, but you know, she's the kind that looks like she hasn’t aged in ten years, but her eyes look like she’s lived three lives, after two years with her I can definitely say that she has seen a lot of shit, you know."

Jimin smirked. That sounded exactly like the you she used to know. But still... part of her didn’t want to believe it. It was too coincidental, too suspicious.

"She's like... well, she has a little scar under her eye, kind of quiet but sharp as hell, yeah?"

"That’s her," Yunbin said without hesitation. "She’s the real deal. Cold, maybe, but when she’s working a case. I swear she doesn’t even blink when looking at crime scene photos. Although, during all this time, I still haven’t gotten used to looking at fucking bodies that was teared apart, this shit still comes to me in terrible nightmares every day."

Yu didn’t respond right away. Her eyes drifted toward the window. The sound of cars passing by blurred into the background.

All at once, she was somewhere else.

Spring, maybe third grade. You sat cross-legged on the grass, a small smile tugging at her lips as she twisted little white flowers into a braid, slowly threading them through her hair. Jimin sat still, letting her do it, not because she cared how it looked but because it was your hands. Gentle, focused. Careful not to pull too hard.

"You look like one of those fairies in books," you had whispered, not even looking at her, too busy with the next flower.

Jimin had laughed. "Fairies don’t wear school uniforms!"

That memory hit harder than expected. She blinked and came back to the present.

She cleared her throat. "We were friends. A long time ago."

He raised an eyebrow. "Didn’t think she had any."

"She used to."

Yu took a long sip of her watered-down coffee and sat in silence for a moment.

"Yunbin," she said finally, "think you could introduce me to her?"

He looked at her for a second, then gave a slow, suspicious smile.

"Depends. You here for research… or something else?"

"Does it matter?"

He chuckled. "It might."

Yunbin was still smirking, but there was a note of caution behind it now.

"Look," he said, "I’ll be straightforward with you. She isn’t exactly the welcoming type. Especially not lately. She doesn’t like outsiders sniffing around, and if she gets even a hint that you’re here for your own reasons..."

Jimin crossed her arms. "I’m not trying to mess up her case! I just want to—"

"Finish your book. Get some dirt for your show. Yeah, I get it ever since you first appeared here," Yunbin cut in. "But let’s not pretend this is a clean visit. You’re not a cop. You’re not a journalist with credentials. You’re someone with a fucking unfinished book, and she’s not the same girl you remember."

Yu looked away, her jaw tense. "Then don’t introduce me to her. Just... give me a way to observe. From the edges, you know? I won't be tossing and turning right in the middle of things."

Yunbin paused, thinking. He scratched the back of his neck.

"I can introduce you to the guys from our team. It’ll give you some access—secondhand, but still better than nothing."

"It's better than nothing," she said quietly.

"But we should go now," he added. "She's out of town for the day. Went to talk to the family of the last victim."

Jimin blinked. "That last victim?"

"Yeah. A girl was found three days ago. Same setup. Same flowers. Her mother finally agreed to talk this morning. And she left at dawn."

She nodded slowly. "Then let’s go."

Yunbin stood up and tossed his cup in the trash bin, wiping his mouth with his hand. "Don't ask dumb questions, you will arouse suspicion ahead of time."

Yu raised her eyebrows. "I wasn’t planning to."

"Right."

The living room smelled faintly of old wood. A beige lace curtain swayed in the open window. You stood silently beside the upright piano, your elbow resting lightly on the yellowed wood, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

The woman sat hunched on the worn couch, hands wringing a damp tissue until it tore in her fingers. Her eyes were bloodshot and swollen.

"I still... I still can't believe it," she whispered, more to herself than anyone else.

You gave a brief nod. You didn’t write anything down yet. You just watched.

The silence lingered long enough to feel heavy before you finally spoke, your tone calm and.

"Mrs. Kang, I understand this is hard. But I need to ask some questions. About Minji."

The woman flinched at the name but nodded. "Okay."

"When did you start noticing a change in her behavior?"

"About six months ago. Maybe a little more. At first, it was small things — coming home late, locking herself in her room. But then..." She swallowed hard, voice cracking. "Then she stopped caring. She used to be such a good student. I never had to ask twice! And then her grades just... dropped. She started skipping school."

"Did she ever say why?"

"No," she whispered. "She never told me anything anymore. I asked, I begged. She’d just say I wouldn’t understand. She started wearing makeup I’d never seen before. Different clothes. And she’d come home smelling like soju."

You nodded, still not writing anything down.

"How was her relationship with her stepfather?"

The mother hesitated.

"Not good," she admitted finally. "They argued all the time. He’d try to talk to her like a father, but she’d shut him down immediately. Yell at him for stupid things. Like asking about her day."

"Did he ever hit her?"

The woman looked up, sharply. "No! Never! He’s not like that. He just… gave up after a while. Said she needed time. But I think she hated him. Just for being here."

You finally took out her notebook, flipping it open to a clean page.

"Did she mention any new friends? People you didn’t recognize?"

The woman shook her head slowly. "She stopped talking about her friends, too. I’d hear her whispering on the phone late at night, but when I asked, she’d say it was no one. I thought maybe it was just some boy. A phase."

"Did you ever hear any names? Maybe she was planning meetings with someone and mentioned it in passing?"

"No," she said, voice barely audible. "She changed her phone password. I couldn’t see anything. And now…"

She broke off again, her shoulders shaking. You looked at her, but didn’t move to offer comfort. You gave her space to cry without pity.

After a long pause, you asked quietly, "When was the last time you saw her?"

"Two nights before police found her," the woman said, eyes far away. "She was drunk again. Slammed the door on the way in. Yelled at me for cooking the wrong food. Then she locked herself in her room. I didn't even hear her leave that night."

There was a long silence again. You closed your notebook and stepped away from the piano.

"If you allow me, may I go into the girl's room?"

The woman didn't even raise her gaze, only silently nodding towards the elderly granny sitting next to her on the chair. Seeing this gesture, she stood up, took her cane and slowly walked towards you.

You followed the grandmother up the creaky staircase, the old wood groaning beneath her steps. The house was... dead quiet.

You reached the second floor, where a narrow hallway stretched in front of you. The grandmother turned toward the first door on the left and opened it slowly, letting you to enter the room.

"This is Minji's room," she said, her voice hoarse and filled with grief. "You can look, but... it's not much."

You stepped inside. The room was small but neat. A bed covered in faded pink sheets, a desk cluttered with half-finished homework, and a few stuffed animals scattered on the floor.

"She was always a good girl," the grandmother continued, standing in the doorway with her hands folded in front of her. "She never gave me any trouble, not like her father. But..." She paused, as if the words were too hard to say. "She was lonely. She used to cry, you know. Especially when she tried to reach her father."

You turned to face the grandmother, your expression neutral but her eyes sharp. "She tried to contact him?"

She nodded, her eyes watering. "Many times. She'd call him, leave messages. But he was always too busy, too angry to help. Always told her to stop bothering him."

"Did she say anything specific about that? About him?"

The old woman sniffed and wiped her eyes. "She... she just wanted him to come and pick her up once. She told me she was going to ask him to take her to Seoul. Said she couldn’t stand it here anymore." She swallowed hard. "That was the day before... the day she... well, you know."

You frowned, trying to piece it together. "So she asked him for help?"

"Yes," the grandmother said softly. "She sounded so desperate, like she was running out of time. But he just yelled at her. Told her she was being dramatic and to stop calling him." Her voice cracked. "She cried after that, poor thing. But she still called him. She called him the night before she..."

She couldn't finish the sentence. Her face crumpled as the grief overwhelmed her, and You felt a familiar weight in your chest. You couldn’t afford to feel sorry. You needed answers, not sympathy.

"I’m... I'm so sorry," you said quietly, though the words felt hollow. "Thank you for telling me."

The old woman gave a weak nod and stepped back. "I just wish he’d listened. Maybe if he had, maybe..."

"Maybe," you muttered, stepping back from the door. She gave the grandmother a final glance before leaving the room. She had all the pieces she needed. Now she just had to put them together.

Before leaving the room, you moved quietly toward the bed, your eyes scanning the surroundings one last time. Your gaze fell on the small diary that had been tucked under the pillow.

You reached down, careful not to make a sound, and slipped the diary under your jacket. It was a gut feeling, the kind that only years of experience could teach you. Of course you didn’t know what was inside yet, but it would be important.

You turned to the shelves filled with toys and felt your stomach tighten. One of the little bears, a soft, dusty pink, had its stomach torn open. The sight was... surprisingly terrifying, the plush fabric exposed, the soft cotton stuffing spilling out from the rough slit.

You stepped closer, her eyes narrowing as you crouched down to get a better look.

Your fingers brushed the torn edge of the bear’s stomach, your intuition didn't let you down, and your fingers felt something – something hard and unnatural. You carefully poked around inside, fingertips grazing a small ziplock bag that was tucked into the bear’s interior.

You didn’t know what was inside, but it was unmistakably suspicious. Drugs? Maybe. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions just yet, but the texture of the bag felt all too familiar. Poor girl, something was clearly wrong here, an ordinary child can't just go crazy one day. There's something there. Violence? Harassment? Possibly, given the strained relationship with her stepfather.

You pulled her fingers away slowly and stood up, you carefully placed that ziplock into your pocked. You wasn’t sure what this meant, but you knew it wasn’t a coincidence. This needed to get this tested — needed confirmation before you made any moves. It could tie into the case. Or it could be something else entirely. Either way, you was going to find out.

Finally you looked at the grandmother, who was sitting in the chair by the window, your hands still wringing the same tissue. You took a deep breath and walked over to her.

Without a word, you wrapped your arms around the old woman, holding her tightly. The moment was silent, but the weight of it was heavy. You could feel the pain radiating off her like a thick fog.

Your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but in this moment, you allowed herself to just hold the woman who had lost so much.

"I swear, I’ll find the bastard who did this," you said quietly, voice low but firm. "I won’t let him get away with it."

The grandmother nodded against your chest, her body shaking with quiet sobs. "Please," she whispered. "Make him answer for his actions..."

You didn’t speak again. Simply pulled away, your eyes catched the fragile hope in the old woman’s face. You had to get to work.

As you walked back to her jeep, you lit a cigarette, the familiar burn settling in your lungs. You leaned against the vehicle, took a long drag and let out a slow breath, staring at the road.

You pulled into the parking lot of the Investigative Committee’s office, the weight of the day heavy on your shoulders.

You couldn’t let yourself dwell on it though—not yet. There was work to be done.

As you entered the office, you was greeted by the sounds of laughter. Your team, including Yunbin, was gathered around the small conference table. They were clearly enjoying something — Jimin’s jokes, no doubt.

You paused for a moment, standing at the door and taking in the sight. Yu was seated comfortably, laughing along with them, her presence like a familiar part of the group, even though you had never given her that permission.

You hand gripped the doorframe for a second as the irritation boiled under you skin, but you quickly masked it. There was no point in showing your frustration. You wasn’t about to let anyone see how much Jimin’s presence bothered you.

You stepped into the room, eyes cool as they swept over the group. Yunbin’s face lit up as he turned to you. "Ah, Chief! You’re back. We were just—"

"Keep the jokes for later," you interrupted, your voice flat, dismissing the tension in the room with the sharpness of her words. "There should be no strangers here."

Yu straightened in her seat, a flicker of something crossing her face. Maybe surprise, maybe just the usual deflection. Either way, it didn’t matter. You wasn’t going to acknowledge you in front of the team. Not yet. Not like this.

"Got it," Yunbin said, still grinning but sensing the shift in the room. He quickly moved to gather some papers, trying to ease the awkwardness.

You took her usual seat at the head of the table, pulling out the diary she’d taken from Minji's room. She laid it on the table, staring at it for a moment before opening it carefully. The words seemed innocent at first, but soon turned into pain, which the girl poured out onto paper, in the hope that it would not hurt so much inside.

You could feel Jimin’s eyes on you. But you didn’t look up. You wouldn’t let herself be distracted. Not yet.

She stayed seated for a moment after you sat down, unsure if she should say something. The mood in the room had shifted completely. The others went quiet, shuffling papers, pretending to look busy. She hated the tension, but even more, she hated that you hadn’t looked her in the eye once.

She finally stood up, slowly walking over toward the desk.

"Hey," Jimin started, her voice low, careful, like she was approaching a wild animal. "Can we talk for a second?"

You didn’t lift her eyes from the diary.

"It’s been a long time, I know," she continued, hesitating. "But I think I can help. With the case. I have media connections, people who’ll talk to me, not the cops. I know how to handle this stuff."

The room fell completely silent. Yunbin looked up from his seat, lips pressed into a line.

You flipped a page in the diary with deliberate calm. Then, you closed the textbook, sat back in her chair, and looked at Yu like she was something you'd scraped off her shoe.

"You show up out of nowhere, ten fucking years later, like nothing happened," you said flatly. "You want to play detective now?"

"Listen, dear—" Jimin’s voice cracked slightly.

"Don’t fucking call me that," you snapped, standing up. "You don’t belong here. This isn’t a goddamn joke. These girls are dead. You’re not going to use this case to write your little novel or impress your TV buddies."

"I’m not trying to—"

"Get the fuck out of my office, Jimin."

The words hit like a hammer, and she blinked, caught off guard by the raw anger in her tone. It wasn’t just professional — there was pain behind it. Real, personal pain.

Yunbin stood up too, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"Chief," he said softly. "I know how this looks, but Jimin’s not a bad person. She might actually be able to help. We can control what she sees. Just give her a chance."

You didn’t look at him. Her jaw tightened. Her eyes stayed locked on her, who now stood frozen in front of the desk, her hands curled into fists.

"One chance," you said, voice cold. "You step out of line, even once, I’ll have security drag you out the fuck out of here."

Jimin nodded, swallowing whatever pride she had left.

"I won’t get in your way."

"You already did," you muttered, sitting back down.

The Jeep moved steadily, tires humming quietly beneath them. You drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting rigidly in your lap. Jimin sat in the passenger seat, her hands clasped together, thumbs fidgeting.

You hadn’t spoken in almost ten minutes.

"Thanks for letting me come," she said, finally breaking the silence.

No reply.

She glanced sideways. Your eyes were fixed on the road, jaw tight.

"I mean it. You didn’t have to. I know that."

"You’re right. I didn’t," you said flatly.

She exhaled a short breath, more like a sigh. "You’ve changed... a lot."

You scoffed. "You haven’t."

"No, I have," Jimin said. "Maybe not in all the right ways. But I’m not the same girl who ran off after graduation."

"You didn’t run off, Jimin. You disappeared."

The word hit hard. she bit the inside of her cheek, watching the waves crash far beyond the roadside barrier.

"My parents dragged me to Seoul without warning. It wasn’t planned, it just... happened. And I should have called. Wrote. Anything. I know."

Your hands tightened on the wheel. "And ten years passed."

You thought about what was said, it was all a complete mess, does she seriously think that she can show up after so much time as if nothing happened?

You fell silent, talking to Jimin about personal things is the last thing you need, because what if you get carried away again, fall head over heels in love again, no. There is a patrol of the spit by the sea ahead, and getting close to her is the last thing you need.

[ego13]

ミロティック ─ MIROTIC ❘❙❚ BY YU JIMIN

PAIR ࿐ fem! reader x yu jimin. GENRE ࿐ pure smut, short drabble. WARNINGS ࿐ kissing, fluff, slightly drunk sex, praise kink, sex in pool. SYNOPSIS ࿐ it's your birthday, which is why your girlfriend has done everything to make this day memorable for you for a long time.

The warm water hugged your skin, sparkled in the sun, and broke into small waves. You swam lazily along the edge of the pool, feeling the salty wind from the ocean caress your face.

The house behind you — luxurious, snow-white, with wide panoramic windows — seemed like part of a dream, as unreal as everything that was happening.

"Well, aren't you frozen there?" – A familiar voice rang out.

You turned around. Karina was standing on the steps by the pool, barefoot, wearing a black translucent cape over her swimsuit, her hair, slightly disheveled by the air, fell in soft waves on her shoulders. She smiled at you with that special, slightly lazy and sleepy smile of hers that always took your breath away.

"The water is great!” you laughed and, clasping your hands, called out to her: "Come here!"

Karina shook her head, as if surprised by your recklessness.

"I haven’t even made the cocktail yet," she replied with a soft laugh, heading towards a small bar by the pool, filled with bottles and fruits in the basket, "your birthday is your holiday, so today I am your personal bartender."

You smirked, propping yourself up on your elbows, leaning over the edge of the pool, watching her thin cape flutter in the wind, outlining the curves of her body.

"Then do something... explosive," you teased.

Karina nodded, pulling pieces of ice out of the bucket, all with that easy, lazy grace that made you want to laugh and cry at the same time.

"As you say," she grinned, glancing over her shoulder at you. "Just a warning: I won't be responsible for you later."

You leaned back into the water, feeling happiness spread through your body, dissolving in the warmth, salty air and the light scent of ocean that permeated the air around you.

You lazily spun in the water, watching her deftly mix juices and generously splash something into the shaker. Her skin shone in the sun, and the dark fabric of her cape occasionally clung to her figure, making you smile. She moved so slowly on purpose - you knew.

"Maybe you should come to me after all?" you couldn’t resist, calling her to you again.

Karina raised an eyebrow, smiling slyly:

“Or maybe you’re coming to me?” She coquettishly leaned her hip on the edge of the bar, teasingly.

You laughed, took a couple of lazy strokes and swam to the edge, throwing your head back.

“It’s too dangerous to get closer to you,” you winked. “There’s you, cocktails and really bad ideas in my head, you know.”

"You make it sound like it’s a bad thing," she chuckled, shaking the shaker with a dull thud of ice.

While she was distracted by drinks, you allowed yourself to think for a second: it would be nice to do something more tonight. It all seemed like a warm and cozy continuation of today's carefree day. You bit your lip, thinking about who you'd like to see.

You raised your head:

"What if we throw a little party? Invite all of our friends? Beach, pool, cocktails..."

Karina, mixing a cocktail in a glass, cast a narrowed glance at you:

"Oh, you want some noise here?" she said with feigned seriousness. "I just booked a romantic weekend for us, and you're already talking about crowds?"

You chuckled.

"Well... first the romance, then the crowds. Everything according to schedule, you know?"

"Okay, silly girl, let's drink to your crazy ideas," she handed you one glass. "And hold off on this idea at least until the evening so that I have time to be alone with you."

You took the glass, feeling her fingers slide over yours a little longer than necessary. Something warmed pleasantly inside you.

"Deal," you smiled and, lightly touching her elbow with wet fingers, added: "But you’ll still complain later that I’m too good a party hostess."

Karina laughed, stepping back, still not taking her eyes off you.

“With you, I prepare for everything in advance, birthday girl,” she threw over her shoulder and headed back to the bar, with the clear intention of preparing something even more insidious.

Karina was taking her time going through the bottles on the bar. You dipped your head into the water again, letting yourself disappear into the lightness-and then, when you surfaced, you swam closer to the edge.

"If we do have a party," you began, shaking the drops off your face, "do you promise not to scare the guests with your “special” cocktails?"

Karina smiled slyly, not even turning around:

"I think they should be prepared for a challenge if they want to get into our celebration."

You snorted:

"It's like they're signing up for the army."

Karina slowly turned to you, holding two new glasses. She was the embodiment of guile and innocence at the same time.

"No, worse," she whispered, coming closer. "They sign up to be hostages to my mood."

You laughed, unable to help yourself.

Karina handed you a new cocktail and settled herself on a poolside lounger, throwing one leg over the other. Her light cape slid over your skin, leaving glistening trails of sunlight on her tanned shoulders.

Yu handed you a new cocktail and settled on a poolside lounger with one leg over the other. Her light cape slid over your skin, leaving glistening trails of sunlight on her tanned shoulders.

"Okay, let's say it's a party," she nodded, taking a sip and curving her lips at the strength of the drink. "Who's on your list? Just don't call out Minji and her crazy games. I still remember the ‘bottle’ last New Year's Eve."

"And I still remember who won," you squinted at her meaningfully.

She smirked, interlocking her fingers behind her head.

"It's not my fault I'm irresistible," she sighed theatrically, "this is karma."

You sprinkled water on her, laughing, and Karina shrieked and jumped back, knocking the glass to the floor-but luckily she caught it on the fly. The scene looked so ridiculous and beautiful that you almost choked with laughter.

"That's it, now I'm definitely crossing you off the party hosting list," you said through your laughter.

"Then I'll take over the music playlist," Karina didn't give up. "And I promise that on this night you'll dance until morning."

You leaned against the edge of the pool, crossing your arms.

She stretched out on the chaise longue, lazily running her finger along the rim of her glass. She was silent for a second, then suddenly tilted her head to the side, looking at you slightly narrowed, with that lazy, dangerous smile that you were already beginning to recognize by taste. "Hey, mermaid," she drawled. "Come out to me."

You threw up an eyebrow, with a slight suspicion studying her:

"For what purpose?"

Karina fake portrayed innocence, bringing her hand to the heart: "Because of my sincere love for you, of course. Your shoulders are already beginning to repose."

She leaned toward the small table near the chaise longue and pulled out a tanning cream tube from there, shook them in the air.

"I want to save you from ominous sunlight, babe."

You shook your head, laughing, but still slowly floated to the edge of the pool. Water flowed according to your body when you pulled it up, sitting on the side, and then rose to the feet, barefoot, leaving traces on the warm tile.

Karina, without having gazed from you, he was revealed forward, invitingly praps on an empty place next to her.

"Come on, lie down. I promise to be very gentle," she purred.

"It sounds like a threat," you snapped, right away, but still obediently settled on a chaise lounge, turning your back to her hands.

Karina squatted nearby, squeezed on her palm a little cream and warm hands gently touched your shoulders. She massaged slowly, almost lazy, running her fingers along the neck, on the shoulders, shoulder blades, lingering a little longer than it would be necessary for simple care.

You covered your eyes, feeling how the warmth of her palms is woven into her own breath.

"That's it..." Karina whispered, "you should always be under my protection."

You smiled, saying barely audible: "under your protection from the sun?"

Karina leaned below, so her lips barely touched your ear: "Protection from everything."

Your heart skipped a beat. You turned your head, meeting her gaze very close - Karina's eyes were full of a quiet fire, so clear and open that for a moment you caught your breath.

She slowly ran her finger along the line of your collarbone, slid up to your chin, lifting it lightly, almost weightlessly.

You didn't pull away.

And then she leaned a little closer and kissed you - softly, carefully, as if asking permission, although you both knew that the answer was clear from the very beginning.

The kiss was salty from the sea air and warm from the sun, with a hint of something new that promised endless summer days ahead.

The kiss was sweet from the lingering cocktail on her tongue, and warm from the sun, with a slight taste of something new that promised endless summer days ahead.

You reached out to her, deepening the kiss, and she finally allowed herself to smirk against your lips, running her fingers over your wet cheek.

Karina was in no hurry to break away. Her palms slid down your back, warm and reliable, as if they wanted to remember every single line of your body. You felt her breathing become a little shallow, and her fingers squeezed your hips tighter through the thin fabric of your swimsuit.

And suddenly, easily, as if you weighed nothing, she picked you up in her arms.

You gasped in surprise, clinging to her neck with your hands, and she just grinned her signature lazy-victorious laugh.

“Relax, birthday girl,” she whispered to your ear. “I’ve got you.”

You didn’t have time to answer — Yu was already walking back toward the pool, carrying you like the most precious cargo. Your legs swung slightly in the air, and drops of water from your hair fell onto her chest, leaving wet spots on her black cape.

She carefully entered the water with you, lowering you slowly, as if afraid to scare this moment away.

The water embraced you again, but now you felt neither the cold nor anything else except her. Except Karina.

You felt her hands slide down, gripping your hips tightly, and the next moment she lifted you up easily, pressing your back against the smooth wall of the pool. You wrapped your legs around her, not giving her the slightest chance to retreat.

She looked up, her eyes darkening, becoming almost serious, piercing. Water was running down her skin, and suddenly you had nothing to breathe but her. The faint, sweet and at the same time intoxicating scent of her perfume seemed to replace the oxygen that you didn’t seem to need at the moment.

She leaned down, capturing your lips again, this time without any caution. Deep. Greedy. Like she'd been dreaming all day about breaking loose like this. You responded to her with the same greed, allowing yourself to drown – in this kiss, in her arms, in this hot madness that was only yours.

Her fingers slid over your thighs, squeezing them a little tighter, as if to remind you: you're here. You're with her. And in that moment, the whole world really did disappear.

Karina was in no hurry to let you go. She held you tightly, pressing you against the wall of the pool, as if she was afraid to let go of this closeness even for a moment. Her lips moved from your lips to your cheek, to your temple, to your lips again — soft, warm, almost worshipful touches.

You felt her breath, ragged and hot, every time she whispered something against your skin.

“So beautiful, babe,” she murmured, touching your lips with a barely perceptible kiss. “You drive me crazy.”

You laughed softly, pressing yourself closer to her, feeling everything inside you tremble at her words.

Karina pulled back slightly to look into your eyes. Her fingers slid gently along the line of your neck, then up, burying themselves in the wet strands of your hair.

“You have no idea,” she whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth again, “how much I love you.”

You closed your eyes, letting her voice flow through you like sweet warmth.

“The most beautiful, the smartest, the kindest... and so... mine,” Karina continued, as if praying in this touch, "and today is your day, my precious girl."

She caught your lips with hers again, this time kissing you a little longer, a little deeper, as if in every kiss she wanted to leave her gratitude, admiration, endless tenderness.

“You have no idea how happy you make me,” she whispered under her breath, pressing her forehead against yours.

You felt her hands, warm and strong, slide down your back, holding you in water.

“You are the best thing that happened to me,” Karina added quietly.

Her lips found yours again, without any haste, slowly, tenderly, as if she wanted to say in these kisses everything that there were not enough words for.

Without leaving your lips, her hands helped you sit on the edge of the pool, deepening the kiss and pushing her tongue into your mouth, intertwining with yours. Pulling away, her breathing was ragged from the intensity of your kiss, but despite this, she moved lower.

She licked her lips, a predatory gleam in her eyes as she leaned down and pressed her mouth to the soft skin of your stomach. Then she moved lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin of your hips, to the tops of your thighs. She could feel you squirm under her touch, which made her smirk every time, realizing the influence she had on you.

Your trembling hand carefully wove into the damp strands of her hair, squeezing them lightly as if reacting to every wet kiss she left on her sensitive skin. She felt the way your skin prickling with goosebumps under her lips, could taste the salt of your skin on her tongue. It was intoxicating, addictive, and she knew she would never get enough.

Karina carefully licked the droplets of water that flowed down your stomach, each time going lower and lower, lifting the edge of your bikini with her fingers, slowly pulling them down your legs.

She took a moment just to look at you, to drink in the sight of your half-naked body splayed out Infront of her on the edge of the pool, your chest heaving with shallow breaths, and your legs slowly, as if instinctively, spread apart, making her drool over that view.

You hissed, feeling the slightly cool wind mixed with water from the pool touch the skin of your inner thighs, causing Karina to chuckle at that, "don't worry, you're unlikely to feel cold anytime soon."

She settled herself between your legs, the heat of her breath fanning over you, making you gasp at that feeling. She could see how wet you already were, the way your folds glistening and swollen with need for her touch.

Karina leaned in and ran her tongue along your slit, a long, slow lick that started at the bottom and ended at the top, pulling away with a low moan as she felt the taste of you on her tongue, which at that moment seemed to her the most pleasant thing in the entire world.

"I can't get enough of your taste," she breathed, making a few more cat-licks, "It just feels like I can eat you instead of lunch every single day and never get enough."

Her hands gripping your hips to hold you still, not allowing you to bring your legs together, which you were so desperately trying to do, being stunned by such sensations, her tongue delving between your folds, stroking along the sensitive walls.

"Don't keep your legs together, I want to see you. All of you, birthday girl."

Karina sealed her words with another long, hard lick, sucking your clit between her lips and flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of her tongue. Every sound you made seemed like honey to her ears, smirking smugly, knowing that only she could bring you to something like this, make you feel something no one else can.

Your grip on her wet hair became almost painful, pulling at the roots, she hissed, but did not pull away, on the contrary, she knew that you needed to hold on to something, that is why she silently encouraged this.

Your legs trembled more with each touch, she felt how you squeezed her head with your thighs, giving in to meet her tongue, which made her job much easier, that's why she redoubled her efforts, weakly digging her nails into your skin in an attempt to hold you in place more firmly.

A few more movements of the tongue and your back arched for the last time, shaking with your whole body, Karina moaned against your skin, the sound vibrating through you, prolonging your orgasm as she helped you through your high, making the pleasant warmth in your body spread a little longer.

She licked her lips, savoring your taste, before crawling up to capture your mouth in another kiss. You could taste yourself on her tongue, which turned you on even more, you could feel the heat of her skin pressed against yours, and it made you crave more, much more.

Your arms slid lower, wrapping around her neck, while she, moving away from the kiss, finally sighed in relaxation, burying her nose in your chest.

"Happy birthday, my beautiful girl, I still have many surprises in store for today."

[ego13]

DOCTOR! DOCTOR! ❘❙❚ BY YU JIMIN

SYNOPSIS ࿐ what can the rivalry between two basketball team captains lead to in a ruthless battle in an attempt to claim the title of the best team in the entire college?

PAIRING ࿐ reader x yu jimin.

₊ CONTENT WARININGS college au, depression, heavy psychological themes, self-exploration, bullying, first love, angst, fluff, first kiss, first intimacy, fingering, dry humping, frottage, (reader recieving) ₊ WORD COUNT 7,1k

– Are you serious right now? - With displeasure in your own voice you asked, looking at your basketball coach, crossing your arms on your chest in disgust, clearly being dissatisfied with the layout of the upcoming events.

– Yeah, what did you expect? The hall is common, I do not have the right to tolerate other people's training for the sake of ours, - calmly replied the man, as if he was not going to provoke you into a conflict, because he knew who he was dealing with, you just give you a reason, and you will blow everyone and everything within a few meters of yourself.

– I'm ready to train with anyone, but not with them! You can see why, - you continued as Sunghoon stood awkwardly behind you, clearly afraid to get a word in edgewise without stopping.

– Look, maybe we could… - Park didn't have time to finish his thought before you interrupted him, – Don't get involved in the conversation! You're not the team captain, unlike me, so stay quiet.

You took a deep breath, as if gathering your thoughts, you obviously realized that arguing with the coach at the moment was not the best solution, especially in your position, when you and your team could simply be kicked out of this unfortunate training hall, but you couldn't train with your rivals to the detriment of your ego either.

– Hey, why don't you calm down, shorty? - A painfully familiar and unpleasant voice that was full of familiarity came from behind you two, causing you both to turn toward the source of the sound, along with your coach.

Yu Jimin, damn Yu Jimin, at that moment you felt like you was ready to jump on her right now and wipe that smirk off her face that was about to be scratched. She twirled the basket ball with ease, as if silently taunting, showing her superiority, and it made your angrier and angrier every time.

– Why the hell are you and your bastards even here! You knew we had practice scheduled for this time,” Your voice rose an octave higher as you spoke to her, looking up at her from the bottom up. How you hated your height difference, hated feeling more vulnerable and weaker than her.

– What's the problem, babe? Practice with everyone else like an adequate human being, - Jimin calmly shut you up, tossing the ball to a guy from her team, mirroring your actions and crossing her arms over her chest.

– Yeah, that's right, with adequate, fucking normal people, which I don't see now, and I see only an upstart who wants to get her ass kicked, - You replied with disgust in your voice, wondering, watching Jimin repeating your actions, has that bitch read too many psychology books and is trying to pressure you like that? What kind of nonsense is that?

– Young ladies and… Sunghoon, I'm asking you all to calm down now and start filtering your jargon, at least in front of the coach, - the low voice of the man who was still standing nearby watching the whole thing from the sidelines, clearly not satisfied with the students' behavior in his presence, interrupted their argument.

Hearing this, the three of them seemed to snicker, realizing what they had done. You rolled your eyes, snorting unhappily at the man's words, turning toward the standing Sunghoon, whose condition could not be described in any words other than “I'm silently and culturally standing there, please, dont beat my ass up,” and feeling your icy gaze on him, he felt his skin goosebumps.

– Y-You… have something to say? - He asked nervously, forcing a weak smile, hoping to ease the tension that hung between them.

– Shall I tell you? No, I don't want to tell, but I want to kill someone, - you replied, giving Jimin a disgruntled look, which she smirked at.

Yu Jimin.

There's no sense in saying that it's just a “little rivalry” between the two of you, because you both competing hard for the title of the college basketball team that will represent the college in the local tournaments, and hell, the two bitches are at each other's throats for that opportunity.

It all started in junior high school, wanting to be the best, have the best grades and be the prettiest girl in the class is probably what anyone wants, and you both no exception. How are you still not sick of messing each other up? God probably knows, and not for sure.

But it was all just harmless banter and jokes, and when you got to college, you practically became captains of the basketball teams their freshman year, and that's when things REALLY went downhill. Things went beyond verbal banter, turning into actual actions that were actually detrimental to both of you.

Locking one of you both or someone from your team in the bathroom before an important game? Put laxatives in the players' water? Intentionally trying to injure each other at practice? No problem, sure, the college administration wasn't happy with this kind of behavior, but fuck, what the fuck could they even do?

Everyone, absolutely everyone accepted the moral behavior of these two, so they didn't even see the common sense in dishonest attempts to try to find a compromise, because for you and her the word “compromise” simply didn't exist, the only thing you cared about was all or nothing.

What could be worse than a child's resentment? Apparently nothing, because for you there were no moral constraints, the most important thing is to spoil each other's lives regardless of the consequences that may follow. Yes, of course, a few times some of you caught themselves thinking that they were going too far, but all this was thrown out of your minds as quickly as it appeared.

Your constant nightly musings about what might happen if you and your team didn't pass the selection, what a stigma of failure would hang over you until you will graduate, and how much your already fragile ego would be crippled after the results were announced, which would not be in her favor. It was eating you up inside, making you cry into her pillow every time, silently, as if hopelessly turning to God and praying that you would be able to cope with all the pressure that was weighing so heavily on your still childishly naive mind.

Not to say that everything was going well for Jimin on the contrary, not at all. It hurt, so much so that it felt like pieces of her skin were being cut off alive, like she was like Prometheus from the ancient myths, and her intrusive thoughts were the raven that bit her so deeply and painfully every time, making her feel more and more hopeless.

That's why, in an attempt to distract herself from the mess in her head that she so badly didn't want to clean up, she found herself torturing herself every time she practiced, working herself to exhaustion, pushing herself so far to the point where her legs just wouldn't listen to her and her body, which clearly wasn't ready for that kind of exertion, would scream “no” every time she picked up the ball again.

The blisters and abrasions on her delicate, slightly pale teenage skin, the countless dirty bandages she had wrapped around her fingertips in unsuccessful attempts to save herself from the intense pain - it was all just an illusion to others that everything was all right, that it was all just sport, and in sport, of course, something like this happens, right?

Of course, it was never without those silly parental words about how you were both just trying to get attention in such a… peculiar and sometimes even naively stupid ways, can't they realize it's more complicated than it seems?

Well… perhaps only occasionally could you admit to lingering her gaze on Jimin for a few seconds longer at practice, watching the sweat dripping down her temple with mesmerizing, almost sincere admiration in your eyes as she masterfully wielded the ball without even giving you a chance. The way you felt Jimin's strange, sometimes incomprehensible gaze on you every time you faced it, every time, every time, every time you tried unsuccessfully to see in those empty and cold eyes a little bit of something more than hatred and desperation for the “race” that was slowly leading you both to something worse than simple burnout.

– No, I don't want to hear anything about her, - you said harshly, tossing a plastic fork onto the dining room table, causing Sunoo who was sitting next to you to jerk back.

– Well, look… It's not all bad, but we're getting an impromptu vacation for today, - Sunoo, the goddamn optimist, replied in a cheerful voice.

– Yeah, that's great, because I have a lot of things to do today, but I'm missing this great opportunity to watch the mess on the playground, - the girl who was sitting nearby from him agreed, are they all in on this? No, you couldn't afford to miss even one day of grueling training, you knew it would make you feel guilty to youself, thinking about how you was getting worse and worse every time.

– Shut up both of you, you don't understand! - you finally dared to lash out, tapping your foot nervously on the floor, clearly unable to control your own flood of emotions at the moment, – Why did that damn coach take their side? Is that fair?

– Actually, partly, because last time they had to postpone the training because of us, - Kim said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, thinking that it was time for you to get over your own infantilism and learn to go along with people, but until you put out the unbridled fire from you and started to treat people more calmly, it was unlikely that you would be able to do that.

After finishing lunch, when the others were leaving the hallway to go to their classes, You walked slowly toward the training room, hearing the loud voices of people outside the door. Slowly opening it you quietly crept inside, climbing into the seat farthest away from the field, pulling your hood over your head.

You sat on the cold bench, your body shivering like a leaf falling from a tree, carried so far away by the merciless wind, but it wasn't the cold that made her shiver, it was the painful rage that filled you.

The thudding footsteps, shouts, and laughter of the guys on the other team echoed in the space where, as recently as yesterday, you had worked yourself to exhaustion. This was your hall. Your battlefield, your… home? The only place where you could truly feel alive, but today it didn't. Today it belonged to others, which made you feel as if half of your heart had been ruthlessly ripped off and put into the hands of others, people who didn't deserve it.

You clenched your fists to white knuckles, your nails digging into her palms, but the pain in her fingers couldn't drown out the screaming inside as she watched a small drop of blood trickle down from the wound forming on the abraded skin of her palm. This wasn't just an injustice, a fucking commonplace, this was the ultimate moral murder, a robbery, a taking away of the only place she lived, breathed, died and was born again day after day. How many times had her legs shaken with fatigue? How many times had her chest shaken with a ragged, desperate breath after another approach? How many times had she looked in the mirror, seeing not a person but a shadow, waiting for the command for another throw into the abyss? How many times had her own tears wet her pillow when she remembered that day after day followed the same thing? Bloody feet, arms nearly falling off, the long, agonizing walk home through the night-filled alleys.

You stood up, your legs trembling slightly, but not from weakness - from rage, for fuck's sake, how you hated feeling so weak. Tomorrow - practice again. Tomorrow - more blood, pain, exhaustion, and self-loathing. You knew you was walking on the edge, on a very thin edge, a very thin edge from which you would fall into an abyss of pain and darkness, with no way out of the vortex that was pulling you deeper and deeper each time, killing the last vestiges of sincere joy, happiness, and love in your weak body, but to stop would be tantamount to death, tantamount to admitting her weakness and handing over the fictional cup to Yu Jimin herself.

You silently shook the dust off her torn jeans, walking defeatedly out of the gym, your shoulders still shaking from the emotions inside you as you stepped over the threshold, as if proving to yourself once again that you wasn't capable of anything.

At that moment, distracted from her intense training, Jimin caught your movements, seeing your head lowered as you left the room. Today was their day. Today her team stood in a hall that didn't smell like their sweat, where the air was soaked with other people's screams, other people's suffering. This place smelled like you, your hard training and pierced with hateful throws from the far ends of the field.

She watched you step over the threshold without turning around, without raising your head so high, without even bestowing her with a mocking glance. And in that moment, something inside Jimin trembled. It was as if time around her had stopped flowing unrestrainedly, just picked up and froze.

“Why is she like this?” Silently to herself she thought, Yu knew that look. That empty, scorched look of a person who lives on the edge, walking on the edge of the abyss, knowing that one day she will snap, living one day at a time, torturing her body and killing every living particle inside her long ago darkened with hatred soul.

She should have been happy. Should have been happy to have humiliated you.

But not today.

Jimin should have felt satisfaction. They had taken the hall. They had gained an advantage. They had ousted you and your team. Everything was going the way it was supposed to. Despite it being a simple training session, each small victory slowly brought them closer to raising the cup above their heads.

But then why was there a coldness in her chest? Why did something inside clench into a painful lump? Why did she feel so bad seeing the elder like this?

Her fingers involuntarily clenched into a fist.

“I'm so sorry,” Jimin finally muttered under her breath, and she suddenly felt a pain in her own body from the recesses of her mind-not a physical pain, but another, stronger one, sitting inside, in the very bones, in the very essence of her taut as a string existence. She, too, had killed herself in training. She, too, knew what it was like to blur the line between pain and movement, between fatigue and continuation.

That was why she knew how awful you felt, how much you hated her, and Jimin felt like that hatred was soaking into her, eating her from the inside out, but despite that she couldn't blame you, couldn't stop thinking that really, this time she had definitely crossed the line.

The ball whistled through the ring with an ear-splitting whoosh, hit the floor and rolled away, but Jimin was already reaching for the next one. She wouldn't let herself stop. She wouldn't let herself think, because if she did that for too long, she'd fall into another attempt at self-reflection, and she wouldn't be able to get out of it as quickly as she wanted.

The thud of the ball hitting the floor, the sound of her sneakers rubbing against the floor as she braked sharply, the heavy breathing-all of it was supposed to drown out the feeling that somewhere, in the darkest depths of her heart, something had shifted today. What the hell was it? Why did she care so much? Why was she thinking about this stupid girl she'd wanted to mess with so badly just a few moments ago?

She thought she was as emotionless as a basketball and the blind desire for revenge had killed her ability to experience anything, but she hated to admit she was wrong, thought she knew herself better, which, alas, turned out to be a painful lie in an attempt to appear stronger, to appear fearless and brave.

In fact, every time she felt like a little child who wanted so badly to cry from injustice, from the fact that no one around her could understand the depth of her feelings in a single touch, as if to plunge into it with her head and feel every painful moment she experienced time after time, every fucking day.

Sunghoon stood nearby, watching her with a squint. Her best friend even despite the fact that they both was from different teams, a person who thought that he could read her like an open book for once didn't understand what was going on with his friend. Where was that fire in her eyes? That confidence in every shout at a successful throw or parry?

Normally, Yu played with a predatory ease, the kind of confidence that made it impossible to throw her off course. But now… right now, her every throw was too sharp. It was too different from her own.

– Hey, Jimin, you're acting like you want to smash that ring today, not hit it, - he grinned, crossing his arms over his chest.

She picked up another ball, froze for a second, but didn't respond. She threw it with force, and the ball, obviously from such an ill-calculated amplitude, hit the shield and flew off to the side. A miss, another stupid miss.

— Whoa, easy, Captain, that’s not like you at all, - Taehyun agreed, lifting the ball back off with ease, throwing it back into her hands and giving her another shot, but his eyes were full of caution.

Jimin gasped hard, squeezing the ball even harder. She didn’t want to talk, just wanted to scream. She couldn’t say. Because if she does, she admits - she admits that something in her was touched at the moment when you came out of the room broken but not defeated.

— You talk too much, we practice in training, and not speak without purpose, - she snorted, making another throw. This time the precision-tuned ball hit the ring, hitting the floor and landing in the hands of the guy standing next to it.

Sunghoon shook his head.

— Did she make you so mad?

Jimin turned sharply to him, her eyes flashing with a dangerous but silent warning.

— I don’t care about her, you know we’re the enemy, - she cut out, but even to her, those words sounded so false, so tacky, as if they were giving away what she really felt.

Taehyung grinned, shaking his head.

— Yeah, sure. Then why are you hitting the ball today like you’re trying to kill someone and not score?

Jimin bit her lower lip. He was right. They were both right, fuck, how do people know what’s in her head? She doesn’t know it herself, but she lets others guess about it.

She saw you, she saw your back trembling, she saw you go away but not give up. And instead of triumph something else broke out in her. Something she could not say because she had never experienced such sensations before.

— Yeah, plus, you’re too quiet. Normally, you’d have yelled at us three times for mistakes.

Jimin groaned, picking up the other ball and twisting it in her palm. — If I start yelling at you, you’ll still do it your way. Who cares?

It pissed her off. More than I wanted to admit.

Jimin stood up again, exhaled and threw. The ball hit the ring, rolled and flew back.

— Fuck! - she clenched her fists, not letting herself see the guys' reaction.

— You were so upset that sge had left? suddenly Park asked, throwing his own ball and easily sending it straight into the ring.

As soon as these words reached her ears, she turned her face to him with an incredible intensity, and her eyes flashed. — What are you talking about?

— Well, you know what she’s like - he shrugged. - She didn’t just go away. It’s not over, she won’t finish it that quickly.

— She will come back, Taehyung added, his wrist giving him a workout. — And you seem to be anxious that you are waiting for it, but you can’t wait, after all, we have known each other a few days, Jimin.

She wanted to object, but the words stuck in her throat. They were, surprisingly, as hard as it was for her to admit, right.

She stepped closer, forcing both of them to retreat, and loudly, as if they were saying evil:

— Throw it out of your head. Right now, it’s just our team. Our gym. Our workouts.

She raised the ball, looked at the ring, breathed in and kicked.

Clean shot.

— Let's start, she ordered, wiping all emotion from her face. - You want me to yell on you? Fine.

You angrily knocked the water bottle over the table, almost splashing its contents. They were all sitting in a small cafe that was located right next to the college, and you had already good fifteen minutes once again indignantly discussed the same topic.

– This is unfair! - You repeated again, crossing her arms over her chest. – We won the last time, so why now they get our hall?

Beomgyu, who had previously lazily twisted a spoon in a cup of coffee snorted:

– Because life is ... like an American hill. Today you are at the top, and tomorrow you are flying down with a bang.

– What are stupid attempts to philosophy? You squinted skeptically.

– No, this is not a philosophy, but a quote from a film, - Jisoo intervened, rolling her eyes. “You know him, he needs to insert something smart into a dialogue.”

You froze in an irritated silence.

– Fuck, how do you not understand! We work, we lay out one hundred percent, but in the end they tell us "rest a day, today other assholes will train in your hall!"

Yuna, who before that silently leafed through the phone, finally raised her head:

– Hey, do you yourself do not need a respite at all? Recently, you look as if you are training in hell.

– Because it is! - You snapped, then turned to Sunoo, who all this time calmly drank his tea, afraid to open his mouth. He had not said anything yet, but you still knew - he was just waiting for the moment.

– Come on, Sunoo, you sighed tiredly, - I see how your desire to say something burns.

Kim set the cup and with a mysterious smile folded his hands in front of him.

– "Justice does not always consist of victory. Sometimes justice is to give others a chance to prove what they are worth it."

You squinted.

– Who said such stupidity?

– You know, it doesn’t matter, - he shrugged. – I'm just trying to say that Jimin and her team deserved the opportunity to practice in normal conditions. Maybe they lost the last time, but this does not mean that they need to be drowned to a tag.

– Yeah, and we can.

– Nobody drowns us, - Sunoo answered calmly. - We were just given a day of respite.

You sighed in irritation, with difficulty suppressing anger. You understood that they were not against you, that they were just trying to look at the situation wider. But it was difficult for you to accept it.

Because justice for you was always something difficult than the fact that you could not understand, but now it seemed that everything that they invested so simply sent into other hands.

You leaned back in her chair and covered her eyes.

– Honestly, you are the most useless teammates who can be dreamed of, what sin have i committed in my life to get you as a punishment from the devil himself, by God.

Beomgyu grunted.

– Did you think we would add oils to your fire? Nope, you will burn even earlier than the next match begins.

You angrily bit a piece of sandwich, barely restraining irritation. They were all right from a part, but your thoughts still did not leave the walls of the hall, where the Jimin's team was now trained. It was just as unfair, as if making a marathoner to run barefoot on the glass.

– Damn, well, I just don't understand! You muttered, squeezing a paper napkin. - Why should we concede? This is our hall, our training!

– Technically, Sunoo began again, wiping the remaining droplets of green herbal tea from his mouth again, straightening his glasses, “justice is a balance, and not just a reward for our past merits.” As they say, "in great justice there is no place for emotions."

You turned abruptly to him, squinting your eyes. – Are you serious, Sunoo? What other justice? They lost. This is their problem, not ours!

Yuna giggled, mirroring the your actions, carefully taking the sandwich in both hands, carefully making sure that the crumbs of bread did not accidentally fall on her shorts. – Well, you know our wise guy. He will never miss the opportunity to shine with memorized quotes and get you out of himself.

Beomgyu lazily leaned on the table with his elbows. – To be honest, Yedzhi, you get too much. This is just one training. What, are you afraid that Rugin and her guys will become stronger?

You threw an angry look into him.

– I'm not afraid. I'm angry. Because it is wrong.

– "Wrong" and "unfair" are different things, actually, Sunoo continued, clearly enjoying the opportunity to record. – As Confucius once said...

– Just not again! - Jisoo groaned, throwing her head back, – Each time you remind me more and more a grandfather's collection of inappropriate jokes about members mixed with an encyclopedia for the ninth grade.

– And yet, "justice is not a privilege, but an equality of possibilities."

You leaned back in an irritated chair, crossing your hands.

– Damn it, I know that they also deserve a chance, but why at the cost of our training?!

– Because the coach decided so, - Yuna said softly, shrugging her shoulders. – And because they also want to win, it would be stupid if they had not strove for this in the same way as we did.

You knew this. You knew that Jimin would never give the back, you knew that she would train until her body refuses if it would become more able to become stronger, although it would seem, where is even much stronger?

And yet, inside something pulled you back, burned from the inside.

You gritted your teeth.

– Okay, - you gasped at last. – Then we have no choice. We need to train even harder.

– Oh, again my favorite “Terminator” mode? - Bomgu grinned.

– Rather, “I'm-going-to-kill-someone”, if you are not shuting up now.

He only grunted.

You stand in the center of the court, the polished wood glinting under the brutal, blinding light of the overhead lights. The air in the gym is thick—sweat, adrenaline, something sharper, something metallic that sits on the tip of your tongue, nervousness? That thing that made your hands shake when you held the ball. The crowd hums around you, a low roar of students and teachers, parents and people who just came to watch, but they didn't even suspect that this "simple game" meant something much more to you and Jimin than just a match. Their faces a blur of open mouths and expectant eyes. You can hear the sharp, rhythmic pounding of the ball against the floor, but in your head, there's only the memory of that locked gym door.

Jimin did this. Did this on purpose.

Across from you, she stands with her arms loose at her sides, as if she isn't the reason your body hums with anger. Jimin, the captain, the one who had the power to say "no," the one who took away your place to train, your sanctuary. Now she stands before you, all muscle and arrogance, waiting for the tip-off like this is just another game.

It isn’t.

The whistle blows. The ball is launched into the air. You leap, fingertips grazing the leather, but it's Yeonjun who snatches it out of reach, twisting midair to send it flying toward Taehyung. The game begins, a furious exchange of movement, sneakers creaked against the court.

You were hurt, and it was in this game that you decided to vent all the anger you had accumulated over the years, gather it into a fist and deliver the decisive blow.

Beomgyu is at your side, pressing up to Sunghoon, their arms tangling like dancers caught in the wrong rhythm. Jisoo cuts across the floor, shadowing Yeonjun, while Yuna shifts to cover Taehyung. Sunoo’s already sprinting, eyes darting for an opening. And you—

You watch Jimin.

She moves like she owns the court, her dribbles clean, precise. Her control over the ball is effortless, like she was born with it attached to her fingertips. And every time she dodges past you, every time she feints and slips through the cracks in your defense, it feels like another door slamming in your face.

She doesn't deserve this gym. She doesn't deserve her team to be the best, and you'll do anything to make her struggle.

Your body moves before your thoughts do. You lunge, intercepting a pass meant for Taehyung, fingers curling around the ball as you pivot hard. The burn in your legs is satisfying, a small victory, but you don’t stop to savour it. You barrell down the court. You hear your teammate shouting, calling for the ball, but you don’t pass. You keep going, a wild drive toward the basket.

Jimin's there before you.

Of course she is. She always one step ahead.

She plants her feet, arms up, eyes locked onto yours. A challenge. A taunt. You don’t hesitate. You cut right, spin left, and–

Contact.

It’s brief, almost mesmerizing, but you feel the shift in weight, the falter in her stance. Your shoulder brushes against her arm just enough to disrupt her balance, just enough to make her misstep—just enough. Her body twists, an uncontrolled movement, and then she stumbles. The crack of her landing is swallowed by the noise of the crowd, but you see it—the way her arm bends awkwardly as she catches herself.

You score. The ball swishes through the net, but no one is cheering. The ref's whistle pierces the air.

Jimin stays on the ground for a moment longer than she should. When she pushes herself up, her face is tight, her jaw clenched. She cradles her arm, testing its movement. Not broken. Just hurt. A bruise to match the one she left on you, invisible but deep.

She looks at you, and you hold her gaze.

Revenge never tastes as sweet as you imagine.

You never thought hurting people could taste so sweet, so cruel. You watched her go as she was sent to the infirmary, but something was wrong.

Something.

What you couldn't understand was the way she looked at you as she crossed the threshold, but there was absolutely no anger in those eyes, only droplets of tears glistening in the light of the playground.

Is she crying?

Obviously.

Obviously you fucked up.

"Jimin, don't look at me like that..." you silently begged, feeling your breath catch in your throat as you watched her disappear through the door. Why was everything so complicated? Why did you feel guilty right now?

It's been so many years, where did this feeling even come from? Bitch, this is so wrong, so cruel and disgusting, you've never felt like this, you've never felt like a piece of shit that ruins others lifes.

As soon as the game ended, without a word, you immediately ran out of the team locker room, your teammates didn’t even have time to throw words at you. You ran so fast, you ran so fast... to her? You needed to make sure that everything was okay, that she was okay, that she wasn't mad at you.

Please, please, please.

You never needed anything more than those words. Running through the crowds on the street on the way to her dorm, the only thing you thought about was her, How much have you been through together? How much shit have you done to each other? Too much, too much to just snap and forgive.

IThere was an incomprehensible heaviness in your chest, and it seemed to you that this heaviness would subside only when you saw her, saw her not as an enemy, but first and foremost as a living person.

The door to the dorm is open as always, so when you yank the handle sharply, you immediately find yourself inside, hearing muffled music from the room.

Jimin is at home.

And at that moment it seemed to you that... Jimin was YOUR home. You had never met a person in your life who could understand you as much as she did, because she had gone through the same thing as you, you practically grew up together, even though you didn't see it through the prism of your own hatred.

Slowly opening the door to the room, you saw her lying on the bed and throwing a tennis ball up into the ceiling, immediately catching it with her hand.

Hand.

You immediately saw the bandaged right hand, fuck. The guilt immediately fell on you like a huge weight, causing a lump to form in your throat.

Hearing the door creak, she immediately turned her gaze, seeing you in the doorway, she froze, causing the ball to fall onto the bed next to her, while she immediately sat up, leaning her back against the pillow.

– What are you doing here? - She asked in a voice full of surprise, clearly not expecting to see her main enemy in her room, was that... strange? For her, you are definitely used to hating each other, not visiting each other.

– I came... to apologize, - you bite your tongue on the last word, apologize? This was clearly not about you, you couldn't even remember the last time you apologized to someone. Despite the fact that admitting your own wrongness was painful and difficult, you understood that it was time for you to step over yourself, over the childhood grievances that haunted you like nightmares in your dreams every night.

– Apologize? For what? - Jimin raises an eyebrow, waiting. You inhale sharply, the words sticking in your throat. It was easier to knock on her door than to actually say this.

– For hurting you, obviously, - the silence stretches. You resist the urge to cross your arms, just take and leave, because the burden on my soul did not fall, but only became heavier under Yu's skeptical gaze. Jimin tilts her head, eyes searching yours for something. When she speaks again, her voice is quieter.

– You did it on purpose? - Your mouth opens, but the lie catches in your throat. The truth is heavier, harder. You look away.

– Yes, I did it on purpose.

– Well... at least you're being honest now, although, we both did a lot of shit for each other during this time.. - You don’t know what to say to that. The apology was supposed to be the hard part, but standing here, facing her, feels worse. Fuck. She should be angrier. She should yell, tell you to leave, demand an explanation. Instead, she just looks at you, like she already understands more than you want her to.

– I... I'm just scared, Jimin, scared to fall asleep every night, wake up, wake up and think about hating you again, about "killing myself" again in training in the hopes of wiping your nose, - you felt tears start to well up at the corners of your eyes, flowing freely down your cheeks, making Jimin's heart clench.

She pulled you by the hand, making you sit on the bed, right next to her, so that she gently wrapped her arms around your shoulders, resting her chin on the top of your head.

A pause. You hate how awkward you feel, like you're standing at the edge of something you can't quite name. Jimin doesn't fill the silence. She just holds you, waiting for something.

– Listen... I completely understand you, you can't imagine how tired I am, how tired I am of falling asleep every night thinking that my whole life is fixated on revenge on someone, - she finally confessed, soothingly stroking your hair, listening with difficulty to your quiet, muffled sobs, feeling your tears wet her shirt, but she doesn't care now, not anymore.

– It feels like you're the only one who can understand me, like you're... the one I need, - these words made you immediately raise your head, seeing your tear-stained face, she smiled weakly, touching your cheek with her bandaged hand, wiping away a tear.

– Yes, I hate you, but I simply cannot deny how much I am drawn to you, I would rather die than do this, - she leaned down, her bitten lips touching your temple, causing you to close your eyes.

When she felt your shaking hands grip the collar of her shirt, wrapping your arms around her neck, she let you do it, let you hold onto her like she was your last hope.

– Maybe, just maybe, we are connected by something more than blind hatred, like those stupid comic book plots, you know... - She chuckled, trying to ease the tense situation. You finally smiled, it was the first time she saw your beautiful smile so close, the realization that she was the reason for that smile spread pleasantly throughout her body.

– Do you still bite your lips? - You asked, looking at the wounds on her lower lip, lightly touching them with your thumb.

– Well... yeah, I always do that when I'm nervous, - she answered calmly, as if trying not to scare you.

– Does it hurt a lot?

– Well... a little bit exactly, - she smiled, immediately freezing when she felt your lips touch her own.

Strawberry chapstick was the first thing she felt on her tongue. Although the realization that this was her first kiss ever hit her before the realization of anything else, for example, that her first kiss was stolen by what she thought was her worst enemy.

The kiss was so gentle, so awkwardly, teenage and ridiculous, because you both had no idea how to do it, but despite this you did not pull away, giving each other time to understand, feel and fully immerse yourself in it.

Your tongues intertwined with each other, but you herself did not reduce the pressure, lightly biting her lower lip, feeling the metallic taste of small drops of blood that flowed from the small wound, you immediately licked it, as silently apologizing for it.

At one point, she felt how your slightly wet crotch, covered only by a thin layer of fabric, carefully descended onto her knee, slightly staining the skin of her expensive pants.

So good... do all people feel like this? It wasn't just sex, it was something much more, with every kiss, with every touch, it was as if you were both easing each other's pain that haunted you for those years.

– Does that... feels good? - At that moment, Jimin even felt the pain in her hand fade into the background as her hands slid to your hips, squeezing them weakly, doing it as if trying, testing the waters, just seeing how you react.

– So good, Jimin... - You replied with a shaky voice, wrapping her arms around her neck as you slowly and carefully rubbed yourself against her knee, apparently not noticing the wet marks you was leaving behind.

Now, as it seemed to you, the world around you simply disappeared, leaving only the two of them in Jimin's room, which seemed to be moving through emptiness, because you could not focus on anything, on anything except her hands all over your body.

The only thing she wanted to do now was to rip off her lace, which, like a barrier, separated her knee from her pulsating and, as it seemed to her, so hot and wet needy slit.

– Yes... Yes, Jimin, please... - Yu felt you begin to tremble in her arms, your breathing quickening and then becoming intermittent, your hips also shaking as you tried to maintain the one and only tempo that was currently seems impossible for you.

Her hand carefully slipped under the hem of your skirt, sighing heavily, feeling her hand carefully slipped under the hem of your skirt, sighing heavily as she felt your soaking wet underwear.

– You're so... wet, because of me? - Jimin asked, carefully touching the your wet folds, running her middle finger between them, causing her to throw you head back.

– Yes, obviously because of you... What a stupid question. Obviously because of some lover under your bed.

– I love how in moments like these you still make fun of me, and it seems... I just love you, - you just nodded desperately in response, unable to wait any longer, the excitement spreading through you, flowing down your stomach, creating a not entirely pleasant feeling of need that only Jimin was able to lull.

– Yes, fuck, yes, Jimin... please, just... just do it already... - Yu shut you up with another kiss as her finger continued to slide between your folds, never slipping in. Finally, her thumb gently touched your swollen, desperately needy clit, making a few awkward circular movements that caused your back to immediately arch.

– Miss Yu Fucking Jimin, If you don't put your fingers inside me now, I don't know what I'll do to you... - your muttered against her, causing Jimin to smirk into the kiss.

She wanted to touch you fully, but her injured hand only stroked your back soothingly, which was damn offensive, but she had no right to complain, having such a beautiful, at the moment so fragile and needy girl on her lap.

Finally, her finger carefully slid inside, stroking the soft, jelly-like walls of your soaked cunt, causing your to let out a loud moan, breaking their kiss.

The sensations were unpleasant, but the way Jimin quietly whispered soothing words into your ear, holding you tightly, doing everything so slowly and carefully made you relax and just go with the flow.

– My favorite girl... everything is fine, I'm here, you feel me, right? I'm not going anywhere, just relax, for me, please? - She said, leaving a kiss on your earlobe, slowly unbuttoning you, feeling your walls slowly give in to her.

The pace was slow from the start, because Jimin wanted you, wanted to feel "every corner" while inside you, and you was only happy with it, you was so fucking glad that she is so tolerant about this, even despite her inexperience she doesn't try to do stupid things, just surrendering to the process.

When she stretched out the time so much, doing it on purpose, it allowed you to fully enjoy the sensation of every centimeter of her fingers, which each time slid deeper and deeper, with each push making it easier and easier.

The squelching sounds of Jimin's fingers diving in and out filled the room. It was hard to imagine how wet you was at that moment, and you both loved it, you loved it because you allowed the Jimin to feel what she was doing to you, and she... because she realized how much she managed to influence the you in such moments.

You responded with a loud moan that echoed in the already small space of the car as your hips instinctively pushed up to meet her fingers. You've never felt so good, you couldn't even imagine that something like this could feel so good, especially with the person you love, with a person who, no matter what, stays close, even if you don’t notice it.

Jimin felt you begin to tighten around her fingers, which made her pick up the pace even more, so much so that you was no longer able to push forward, only leaning your whole weight on her.

– Just a little bit more, huh? Angel, I feel how close you are, do it for me, you have no idea how beautiful you are right now..

Your moans filled the room, getting louder and louder with each thrust, causing you to convulse in her arms, as soon as Jimin pushed one last time, you finally finished with a loud moan, repeating her name like a mantra.

Her arms held you tightly, as if to keep you from falling completely, rocking you soothingly in her arms, ignoring the pain, because right now all she needed was you. You had always been needed.

You came out of the trance only after a couple of minutes, lazily opening your eyes, feeling beads of sweat running down her cheek, but now that’s the last thing that worries her at the moment.

– Maybe you could dislocate my arm again so we could fuck like that one more time? - You just chuckled weakly, playfully hitting her on the shoulder.

Well, it clearly wasn't going to be easy, but despite that, you felt freedom in your chest, felt like your hands were being released from the chains that had held you for so long.

Jimin would be there, you were sure of it, you were sure that now... everything would be fine.

Because Jimin there.

[ego13]

think i should text my ex ── k.mj

─ while drinking with your ex-girlfriend, you both had no idea how the evening would end.

now playing : JAEHYUN ─ Roses

warnings, sensitive content : toy use (strap), rough sex, desparate sex, fingering, face sitting, cunnilingus, face fucking (kinda), breast play, porn with some plot, unprompted sex, hickeys, posessive behaviour, pet names, spanking, dry humping, switch!minjeong

word count : 3.5k+

authors note : this was a request from my pookie, but she asked me to leave her name anonymous, + I slightly changed her request, I hope you don't mind babe😭 AND I ACCIDENTALLY UPLOADED ONE OF MY DRAFTS, you didn't saw that..........

you don't call me

you moved on like you'd have enough

watching videos of her live performances where she acted like she was born to shine on stage, but you, alas, saw it too late. when you were going through a breakup with her, you couldn't even imagine in what direction her whole life could turn, and obviously, on the one hand, you felt envious that she became more successful only after you leave, but on the other hand, you were incredibly proud of her, incredibly happy that the little girl you knew from school had achieved everything she dreamed of in her life.

you've been in a relationship with your... boyfriend for a few months now? it's hard to call it a relationship, because with his presence you're just trying to patch up the hole in your heart due to the absence of your only girl which you need. he understood this, that's why he treated you like shit, because if there are no feelings, what's the point of treating a person as an equal?

and you understood that because of your insecurity and hopelessness you had driven yourself into this corner with no way out, but can you blame yourself for trying to make yourself feel better? the key word is trying, because you've been living for a month now with the thought that without minjeong in your life you'll never be as happy as you are with her.

and it's really true, you knew each other almost from childhood, understood each other at a glance and always supported each other, but something was bothering you, you thought that you had cooled towards her, you left without turning around, not even suspecting that this would become your biggest mistake in life.

not a day went by when you didn't reproach yourself for breaking the heart of someone like her, such a bright, gentle and fragile person, and it touched you to the depths of your soul. but we are all human, we all make mistakes, especially those wrong decisions after which it will be impossible to go back.

was it all in vain? yes. definitely yes, nothing can compare to the painful, ever-reminding and aching emptiness you experience every time you look through your shared photos, memorizing each of them and putting them somewhere in the depths of your mind. in each photograph, highlight the smallest detail about her.

her silly smile, the way her hand rested gently and unobtrusively on your waist in almost every photo, you smiled weakly without realizing it, remembering how shy and embarrassed she was, how her beautiful face would blush a crimson shade every time your hand even accidentally touched her own and the way she would occasionally tug it back, as if afraid you would think she was being pushy.

is it forced upon you? fuck, no, you would give anything to feel her palm next to yours again, remembering how cold her rough hands were forever, how her fingertips, worn down by the guitar strings, touched the tender skin of your back in the morning, connecting the moles with her touches like constellations, the way she confidently remembered the location of each one.

suddenly you felt a transparent tear drop running down your cheek, forcing you to finally come to your senses. there was a half-empty bottle of whiskey lying nearby, which you were about to finish in less than fifteen minutes, and it would seem that the drunker you are, the bolder you are, and it was really so, because you felt like you wanted to break the silence with minjeong that lasted almost two years right now.

your hand unconsciously reached for the phone that was lying on the small coffee table in front of the leather sofa you were sitting on. obviously it wasn't hard for you to find her number, and within a few seconds you were in an empty chat with her, replaying in my head every sweet message of hers and every ridiculous and perhaps even sometimes inappropriate joke of hers.

you: minjeong? is that you?

not expecting a response from her, you were ready to put your phone aside and regret a thousand times that you had written to her at all, until it vibrated from a new notification.

mj: y/n? why are you texting me?

you: nothing, just wanted to make sure that you're doing fine

you: and just letting you know that im so proud of you, minjeong

you: the fact that now you have everything that you've ever dreamt about

you: you are a great girl and I am very glad that I once had a chance to be in a relationship with you and see your talent in conception.

fresh tears had already started to flow freely down your face, ruining your makeup, but now it was the last one that worried you, happy moments with her started to play in your head again, making you sicker and sicker.

mj: thanks, y/n

mj: are you okay? i don't think you would text to me so late

you: no, im not okay, just missed you so much, yk

mj: missed me?

you: yeah, just a little

mj: are you sure that you missed me just a little, y/n?

you felt your hands tremble as you read her last message, fuck, you forgot that this person knows you inside and out, and now you tried to hide such an obvious stupidity from her, what a pitiful sight...

you: okay, not just a little, is this what you wanted to hear?

mj: yes, I just like it when people tell me only the truth, without lies

you: only truth? and if I ask you what you want now, will you be able to answer the truth?

it was obvious that alcohol had loosened your tongue, so now you didn't feel any responsibility, any fear after your words, which surprised you, because if you were sober now, you would definitely fall into the ground just from the thought of texting her.

mj: you

you: what do mean?

mj: you know what i mean, i want you, and you want me to tell the truth, this is what i am doing now

your fingertips trembled even more as heat coursed through your entire body, was she serious? you really couldn't believe it, maybe she missed you too? maybe she's also going crazy from the realization that you'll never be together? maybe she also looks through the photos of you and your happiness every night with tears in her eyes?

it all seemed unreal, unreal, seriously, you couldn't believe in your life that after so much time of silence, suffering and regrets she still wants, still loves, still remembers you?

you: are you serious?

mj: *1 photo attachment*

mj: I'm in the studio now, you can come if you want

opening the photo she sent you with anticipation, all you could see was her lap, on which lay her black, slightly worn and sticker-covered electric guitar. at that moment your palms started to sweat, sweating from the realization that it could happen.

you: I'll come, minjeong, just wait for me, please.

just ten minutes later you were standing right outside the door to her studio, a bag of alcohol in your hands, knowing that you both would need it, at least you clearly weren't planning on doing... this sober.

opening the door, she greeted you with only a weak but sincere smile, gesturing for you to come inside the simple music studio, with posters of her favorite artists hanging on the walls, several vinyl records lay on the table in front of the mixer console, and crumpled, written-on pieces of paper were clumsily scattered across the table.

"sorry for the mess," she said, scratching the back of her head awkwardly, what the fuck is this mess? did she seriously think this was important to you right now? what's important are the fucking scattered drafts of the text, and not her presence, which you've wanted to feel next to you for so long?

"I see that you didn't come empty-handed," She smirked, noticing the cardboard bag of glass bottles that clanked every time you took a step. you just nodded awkwardly at her words, placing it on the table in front of a small, modest sofa.

her attention immediately fell on the contents, looking at the bottles with interest until her choice settled on a bottle of elite gin, which she took out of the bag, placing it next to two glasses.

"so shall we celebrate our little reunion?" she giggled as she poured the bitter alcohol into a glass, clinking glasses with you and drinking the entire contents in one gulp, unlike you, while you took a few small sips you felt the alcohol burning your mouth, feeling the slightly sweet chocolate taste of gin, immediately grimacing.

"so much time has passed and you still haven't learned to drink," she smiled, nibbling on a slice of lemon, setting her glass aside until her gaze finally focused on you.

"well, how are you? how is your boyfriend?"

you immediately started complaining to her about her, telling her what an asshole he is, how he makes you feel inferior, her gaze immediately softened, as if she was truly sympathetically listening to your entire monologue.

"damn... he really is an asshole, I bet he couldn't even make you cum after all this time."

your eyes immediately widened, hearing the words that flew out of her mouth, you thought that you were hearing things, that this was all just a figment of your sick imagination.

"what?" you asked, hoping to clarify whether she had actually said what you wanted to hear, or whether your drunken mind had simply made it all up.

"i said, did he made you cum at least once?"

you nodded your head shyly, confirming her words, which made her smirk again, moving closer to you until your knees touched each other.

"then maybe I should remind you what it's like to be with a woman?" her hand immediately slid to your inner thigh, stroking it through the fabric of your pants, making you sigh heavily, it was like giving her the green light to do her thing, leaning in until your lips were barely a millimeter apart.

her other hand slid up from your thigh, tracing slowly along your ribcage and the side of your breast, stopping just short of being inappropriate. she could feel your soft curves through the thin fabric of your t-shirt. fingers found your nipple through the dress, pinching and rolling the hardened nub between them. her hot breath was heavy against your neck.

"you're so beautiful... i missed this," she said, crashing her lips against yours in a hungry, desperate kiss, her filthy tongue pushed past your lips, exploring your mouth and tangling with yours.

breaking the kiss, she trailed her lips down the column of your neck, sucking and biting at the delicate skin. her hands reached down and grabbed the hem of your t-shirt, yanking it up and over your head in one swift motion.

"god... look at you," minjeong breathed, her eyes roaming over your naked body hungrily, she leaned down and captured one of your nipples between her lips, sucking and flicking the hardened bud with her tongue, she growled, rolling your nipple between her fingers and giving it a sharp pinch, what made you groan loudly, leaning your back against the back of the sofa.

she started to switching between your tits, sucking and biting and licking until your nipples were stiff peaks, glistening with her saliva, kneading and squeezing your breasts roughly.

her other hand slid lower, slipping underneath the fabric of your jeans, to run a finger along your slit. she groaned at the feeling of your wetness, your arousal coating her digit.

"shit, you're so drenched," she muttered, not moving away from your chest like a small child who can’t get away from it. her fingers slowly massaged your clit, until her fingers dived under your panties, slowly sliding her finger inside, slowly stretching you out.

"tightest pussy ever, baby..." she buried her nose in the crook of your neck, gently biting the tender skin, leaving behind barely visible redness, slowly pushing into you, doing it so gently that the unpleasant sensations practically disappeared.

Her lips moved down to your other breast, sucking hard on the nipple as she sank a second finger knuckle-deep into your dripping core, thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.

her hand slid down to your ass, squeezing and kneading the firm globes as she rocked against you. she could feel your arousal coating your thighs, feeling you tremble in her arms from the impending orgasm.

minjeong felt your body convulsing beneath her as your orgasm crashed over you, your velvety walls clenching rhythmically around her fingers, making her bite her lower lip at the sight of you underneath her.

"oh, cumming so hard for me, yea?" she licked her lips, gasping surprisingly when your shaking hands pushed her, causing her to fall backwards onto the sofa, hands immediately dived under her skirt, causing her to let out a quiet moan, throwing her head back.

"what are you..." before she could finish speaking, another moan escaped her lips, feeling the pad of your thumb touch her clit, and the sight of you slowly kneeling down in front of the sofa made her blush.

slowly, deliberately you leaned closer, your breath ghosting over the lace of hsr panties, you could smell her arousal, could feel the heat emanating from her cunt, making you lick your lips in anticipation. you tossed the lace aside and settled between her now bare trembling thighs, the sight of her glistening folds making your mouth water, you missed seeing her like this, so needy and trembling.

you kept you touch gentle, well... at first, not wanting to overwhelm her, so you slowly traced your lips and tongue along her slit, teasing her, tasting her essence, you could feel how she was trembling, hear the hitch in her breath.

"i could devour you all night, minjeong-ah," you punctuated your words with a firm suck on her swollen clit, flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of her tongue, you could feel your squirming and gripping the skin of the sofa, a muffled whimper escaping her mouth, diving in and burying her face between her thighs, roughly squeezing them with his hands, not allowing her to bring her legs together, you licked and suckled her dripping sex with renewed fervor, wanted to make her fall apart on her tongue.

you could hear the desperate, muffled moans and whimpers escaping her mouth, her desparate sounds spurred you to redouble your efforts, tongue delving deeper, stroking and probing her dripping walls that was already clenching around nothing.

your nose pressed against that sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, and you rubbed it in tight circles, breathing in the heady scent of her arousal, you could feel her start to tremble and tense, her thighs squeezing around your head like a vice.

"fuck, fuck, fuck! yes... don't stop, don't you dare to fucking stop, y/n!"

after those words she finished with a loud, muffled whine, repeating the your name, feeling her body tremble in an attempt to recover from the waves of orgasm that washed over her, arching her back, you continued to lick and suckle gently, helping her out the waves of her intense orgasm, licking her clean.

as she slowly descended from her high, you placed soft, reverent kisses along her inner thighs, savoring the afterglow, until her shaking hands pulled you by the neck, pulling you into a lazy kiss, still breathing heavily from the intensity of her orgasm.

"you're divine, fuck, i can't get enough..." she smirked into the kiss as her hands grabbed your hips and sat you down on her lap, causing her skirt to ride up slightly.

"sit on my face, now," her stern voice struck you, but you understood that you had no right to disobey, sighing nervously, you watched with anticipation as she tied her hair into a messy ponytail while you positioned yourself on her, with your thighs on the both sides of her head, when she nodded, giving you a sign, you carefully moved lower, feeling her hot breath on your wet folds.

she leaned in, dragging the flat of her tongue along your inner thigh, feeling her quiver and sigh, her breath was hot against your sensitive skin, she smirked up at you, her chin glistening with your slick arousal, as she continued to pump her tongue in and out of your tight, wet cunt. her other hand slid up your stomach, palming a soft breast, pinching and rolling the stiff nipple between your fingers as she could feel how you was arching into her touch, the way your beautiful desperation written all over your delicate features.

fingers of her other hand was digging into the soft flesh of your ass as you instinctively spread your legs wider, she alternated between long, slow licks and rapid flicks of her tongue, teasing your clit mercilessly.

after only a few minutes she could feel the way your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps as she brought you closer to the edge, she latched onto your clit, sucking and flicking her tongue over it rapidly, could feel your hips bucking against her face, how your thighs trembling around her head as she brought you closer and closer to your release.

you moaned, repeating her name, your voice echoing off the walls of her studio as your body convulsed with the intensity of your climax, your pussy spasmed and clenched around her tongue, gushing your release all over her hand and face.

"yes, baby, fucking drench my face," when you got down on her knees, she leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on her tongue. pulling away only after a few minutes, she smirked, did you see in her eyes a spark of something... incomprehensible? as if she had started something that she would not say.

"close your eyes and wait for me," she said, kissing you on the lips before pulling away, despite the stupidity of this situation, you still closed your eyes. while she was gone, all you could hear was a strange rustling in the room, when you were about to open your eyes and look at her, you felt something... hard and silicone press agains your thigh, causing you to open your eyes in surprise, seeing her rubbing her strap against your skin.

"you're fucking pervert, minjeong, does all guitarists keep things like this in their studio?" your words made her smirk, instead of answering she covered your mouth with her hand, "you talk too much, baby..."

she slid a hand between your thighs, her fingers trailing teasingly through your still dripping folds, which seemed to beckon and invite her inside.

she used her free hand to squeeze your ass and line herself up, the swollen head of her strap nudging insistently at your entrance, she raised her hips up, burying herself to the hilt in one powerful thrust, continued to grind her hips in slow, sensual circles, dragging the tip against your G-spot with each move.

"fuck... you're damn tight, y/n..." she could feel the way the you trembled and quaked beneath her, could hear the breathless little mewls and whimpers that spilled from your beautiful kiss-swollen lips which made her to tightened her grip on your thighs, kneading the soft flesh, pulling you harder against her with each roll of her hips, the wet, obscene sound of your fucking shamelessly filled the room, the lewd slap of skin against skin echoing off the walls.

she could feel her own climax building, the coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter in her core, and after a few seconds you heard her breathing quicken, her movements became a little more jerky, but she almost immediately regained her pace.

"did you finish before me?" you giggled, to which you felt a rough slap on your ass, making you whine, "keep quiet," she punctuated her words with a sharp thrust of her hips, slamming up into your dripping cunt, and a series of repeated harsh slaps almost knocked you off.

minjeong could feel how your walls starting to flutter and clench around her, your body tensing as your climax approached, own surged up to meet your downward thrusts, driving her thick silicone cock deeper, harder, faster, the air was thick with the musky scent of sex and sweat, which slowly drove you both crazy.

with a final, rough thrust, minjeong buried herself inside your spasming cunt, she could feel how your release crashing over her in waves, your pussy gripping and rippling around her thick shaft like a vice.

"yes, baby... just like that, so beautiful for me, fucking only for me, not for your shitty boyfriend," as the final aftershocks of her orgasm. as the last feelings of your mutual climax began to subside, she slumped back against the couch, pulling your limp, sated body against her own as she slowly wrapped her arms around the you possessively, holding her close as you both struggled to catch your breath.

her heart raced beneath her ribs, her skin flushed and slick with sweat, pressed her lips to the top of your head, placing a surprisingly tender kiss in your wet disheveled hair.

"missed this, missed you..."

it's killing me to know

that there's someone else out there

buying you roses.

[ego13]

CRIMINAL ── yjm.

─ having cheated in one of the underground casinos, you didn't think you'd be caught red-handed and punished in a rather interesting way.

now playing : Taemin - Criminal

warnings, sensitive content: semi-rough sex, too much dirty talk, gp!karina, sex with strangers, sex in public places, dry humping, fingering (reader recieving), facefucking, deeptroating, praise kink, hair pulling, pet names (kitty, good girl, princess), nipple play, spanking (even too much), riding, hickeys, breeding kink.

word count : 3,2k

The aroma of whiskey, pricey perfume, and the slightest hint of cigarette smoke clinging to the velvet upholstery filled the air inside the casino. Its deep crimson fabric, adorned with swirling gold filigree, hushed every footfall as the main character stepped onto the luxurious carpet. With the occasional outburst of jubilant laughter or the moan of someone who had just lost a fortune, the sound of jingling slot machines filled the room like a fascinating symphony.

Crystals in the glistening chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling caught the light and dispersed it in stunning patterns on the marble floors close to the entryway. There appeared to be movement in every direction as cocktail waiters with trays full of glasses and elegant, shimmering gowns moved fluidly between the tables.

Men in fitted suits sat at the blackjack and poker tables with stone faces, their palms hovering over chips, while others, more relaxed, flung their bets in with reckless abandon. As you navigated the maze of flashing lights and velvet ropes, you passed tourists who were ecstatic and high rollers whose eyes glowed with either triumph or despair.

The sound of falling cubes was drowned out by the clamor of electronic jingles and whispered talks as a dice game broke out in cheers to the left. A huge indoor waterfall poured into a glistening pool as the casino extended past the main floor and past the high-limit salons where the real kings and queens of the gaming industry played.

Oh, you clearly had a very interesting evening planned.

You walked to one of the tables, which stood almost in the very center of the gaming room, sitting down opposite a man unknown to you in an expensive suit who looked at you as nothing more than easy prey, well, you're clearly not against playing along and pretending to be a fool, knowing that he'll give you more than a few for one game.

"Well, shall we play, princess? Or is Texas Hold'em not suitable for girls like you?" He chuckled, making the men standing at the table laugh with this phrase, and you clearly caught a sign of falsehood in this feigned laughter, well, it looks like you're not the only one lying today.

You were playing with the stack of chips next to you with your fingers, which the man noticed, raising his eyebrow as if offering to place a bet with you.

"All in," you said so calmly, as if you were trying to strangle him with your indifference, to which his eyes widened, but then his face broke into a satisfied smile, after which he pushed his chips towards the dealer.

"Such a delicate girl, but she plays for big money," he said before taking a small sip from his glass of whiskey, hearing the ice cubes touching each other, creating a pleasant sound.

He drank the same half-full whiskey, never taking more than a sip, while a server, well-paid for his quiet, made sure his glass was never empty. The room was buzzing with excitement as the city's elite gathered to watch the match.

Following the face-down dealing of two private cards, a number of community cards were positioned in the middle. The choices to bet, raise, or fold changed with each round. You're was planning on read the man, playing on his confidence, and laying the ideal trap were more important than simply using the hand.

Because of the fact, that you first played conservatively, he was able to win a few hands, which boosted his confidence. Feeling in charge, the wealthy man laughed and threw back another drink. You patiently waited for the right time to happen, allowing him to believe it. With one ace on the table and one in your hand, they had the starting point for an almost invincible full house. Yet you remained composed, hardly responding, as though fortune had finally shifted in your favor. The fake hesitancy was misunderstood by him, who grinned. In the absence of weakness, he perceived it.

As you called the bet and set down your cards, the room fell silent. The murmurs followed by few gasps. Three aces, two kings, a full house. Fucking amazing. When the reality struck, his confidence crumbled and he went pale. Someone had played him. Exactly. In your direction, the dealer shoved the pile of chips. Just enough to acknowledge your achievement, but not enough to leave a trace, you glanced at the rigged dealer and gave him a little, contented smile.

He shook his head incredulously and muttered a swear. "You're simply lucky," he whispered. In a silent toast, your merely lifted your glass which a minute earlier had been filled with fresh whiskey by the waiter, who was still obediently standing next to the table, with ease, you uttered, "It's hard to call my talent luck."

You just chuckled, getting up from the table with your glass in your hands, looking for someone else, someone who would once again give you everything they had acquired that evening.

Having noticed a table with several people, you were about to approach it when you felt someone put their hand on your shoulder, turning around, you saw a serious man in a suit, «Security» said the badge that hung on his black formal jacket. This realization made you wince, had you been caught? Had someone noticed that the playing chips were counterfeit?

"You need to go with me," said the man, taking you by the wrist, pulling you, at that moment you morally said goodbye to your friends and loved ones, thinking that you were clearly going to be killed to hell now, but everything changed after a long walk, as it seemed to you, around the entire casino, you were not taken into a dark room, only the sofa stood in the center, and the door behind you closed with a loud bang.

"What a beautiful girl cheating," you heard a rough female voice, the cold look on Jimin's face only intensified as she took in the nervous fidgeting of the girl before her. Her piercing gaze seemed to bore into the very soul of your soul, making her feel even more exposed under the scrutiny of all four women.

"You're really beautiful, It's a pity that you act like a rat," the room felt stiflingly hot, the air heavy with tension and unspoken promises of punishment to come. She smirked, clearly enjoying your discomfort, watching you shudder just from the feeling of the weight of their gaze on your body.

Once again, her hands were on your shoulders, the she smirked, feeling your skin get covered in goosebumps, slightly lowering the straps of your dress, "you know, all girls who behave like this should be punished," you lowered your head in shame, unable to maintain eye contact with them.

"Oh, what a shame, are you really embarrassed?" Jimin smirked at your timid movements, at the way you simply let her take off your dress like a person who had already resigned himself to his burden.

"As for being shy, don't be like that, I'll fuck the crap out of you," Jimin said, grabbing your wrist and forcing you to come closer, looking at the blush on your face with a smirk, "by the way, regarding your punishment..."

She backed away, sitting on the couch and patting her knees as if inviting you to sit down, "bend over, you fucking brat," the rough tone made you feel like your knees were weak, the other girls' hands pushed you to lean on Jimin's lap and bend over, causing them to exclaim your obedience.

A smirk played on Jimin's lips as you approached, the soft pad of her footsteps echoing in the spacious room. She watched, unmoving, as you leaned over her lap, the fabric of your dress riding up you creamy thighs. Her hand, already resting on her thigh, slid higher, fingertips brushing against the exposed skin.

"Oh, aren't you an eager thing?" She said, smirking and leaning closer to examine your body in more detail which made her lick her lips in anticipation, "Good enough to eat," she exclaimed, placing her hand on the bulge that had formed in her pants in such a short time, sighing heavily at the sensation of the touch.

Yu's hand crept further up, grip tightening, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thigh. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear as she hissed, "you better behave yourself so I don't fuck you senseless right now," with that, Jimin delivered a sharp smack to your ass, the sound of it ringing out in the room. She massaged the reddening skin almost immediately after, her touch a confusing mix of punishment and soothing caress.

"Taking her punishment like a good girl, fuck... I can cum just from this view."

Jimin let out a dark chuckle at your whimper, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction at the way you arched your back, her hand leaving a vivid red mark on the soft, supple skin. She could feel the heat radiating off your skin, could see the goosebumps prickling her flesh from the mix of pain and unwanted pleasure.

"Count it," she said in a rough vouce, raising her hand for another smack as her eyes glinting with a dark, twisted version of affection, Jimin growled, her voice low and threatening. Her hand leaned down on your ass once more, the sound of the smack echoing obscenely in the room.

"O-One!" you sniffled, making her smirk, tears pricked at the corners of your eyes but you blinked them back, not wanting to give Jimin the satisfaction of seeing you cry. Jimin's hand worked methodically, each smack harder than the last, each one leaving a more visible vivid red handprint on your tender skin. She could feel you squirming, could hear your breathy whimpers and ragged counting.

"E-Eight, nine, ten..." You gasped, trying your best to keep up with the relentless pace of Jimin's actions. Your delicate skin was on fire, each smack sending jolts of pain and something shamefully close to pleasure coursing through you.

Throughout the spanking, Jimin's other hand crept under the hem of your black dress, which during this time has managed to almost completely slide off you, fingernails raking up your thigh, dangerously close to where her legs met.

"Fuck, so wet from being spanked? Such a bad girl you are..." She raised her hand again, letting it hover for a moment, allowing anticipation and trepidation to build in the air between them. Then, with a contented grin, she brought it down hard, striking the same cheek as before. Her hand was relentless, moving from cheek to cheek with mechanical precision, each blow designed to punish and arouse in equal measure.

"Baby, I don't want to see you cry, you know very well that girls who break the rules are always punished," she said, stroking your flushed skin, giving you a few minutes to come to your senses while her other hand slid down to the front, cupping your pussy possessively, feeling the damp heat even through the thin fabric of your panties.

"Fuck... you're so soaked, kitty," She ripped away the flimsy fabric barrier, baring your cunt to the cool air of the room. Her fingers slowly circled your clit with a rough fingertip, feeling it swell and throb against the touch, as her fingers slowly slid inside, curled her fingers just right, knowing she'd found that spongey spot that would make you see stars.

"Such a drenched cunt, holy shit..." She punctuated her words with a particularly hard thrust, burying her fingers as deep as they could go and grinding the heel of her palm against your swollen clit, you let out a choked scream, hips bucking back against Jimin's hand, trying to take her fingers even deeper.

"Oh, aren't you a loud girl?" Jimin encouraged darkly, free hand coming down hard on your ass, leaving another vivid red mark blooming on the abused and sore flesh, she continued her relentless assault, fingers curling and scissoring, rubbing mercilessly against that sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside your walls.

"You're gripping me so tightly..." Jimin growled, feeling your pussy clamp down around her, you teetering on the brink of climax, "gonna cum for me, baby girl?"

She leaned down, teeth sinking into the side of your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. She sucked and licked at the reddening skin, marking her possession, as her fingers never stopped their brutal pumping, fucking into your cunt with a single-minded intensity.

"Right now," with those words, she slammed her fingers in as deep as they could go and ground the heel of her palm against your clit, pushing you over the edge into oblivion. Jimin's other hand came down on your ass with a brutal slap, the sound echoing obscenely in the room.

"Good fucking girl, such a good girl..." She praised darkly, fingers pumping through your orgasm, drawing it out and making it last longer, she continued to grind against your swollen clit, rubbing through the aftershocks, until the you collapsed forward.

"On your knees," she said in a hoarse, rough voice that made you immediately climb off her lap on trembling legs, standing on your own knees, Jimin's hand drifted down, palming herself through her pants. She could feel how hard she was, how much she ached to shove her cock down your eager throat.

"You're going to take it all baby, every. fucking. inch," She punctuated her words by rubbing her clothed erection against your face, letting you feel the size and shape of her as her breath grew heavier, the anticipation building in her chest.

She smirked as she watched you scramble to obey, eagerly tugging at her belt and the button of her pants. The desperation in your movements was palpable, her need to free Jimin's cock an almost vulgar thing.

Jimin tangled her fingers in your hair, gripping the silky strands as she forced you to look at her, slowly and deliberately, Jimin rubbed the swollen head of her dick against your soft lips, smearing them with the musky essence of her arousal.

"Open up, kitty... Let me feel that tight throat of yours," As she spoke, she began to slowly push forward, the thick length of her cock made you to part your lips, invading the warm, wet cavern of your tight throat which you immediately tried to relax. She groaned at the feel of the girl's tongue sliding along her sensitive flesh, the slick heat of her mouth engulfing her.

She began to thrust, dragging her length in and out of your mouth, fucking her face with slow, deliberate strokes. Her heavy balls slapped against your chin with each pump of her hips, a filthy wet sound that echoed obscenely in the room, "Fuck, you're such a little cocksucker, don't you? Fucking hell..."

Yu could feel your throat constricting around her, the tight muscles fluttering as you struggled to accommodate her length. It felt incredible, the way you choked and gagged as you tried to take her more deeper, from the feeling of how she almost touched the back of your fucking throat made your head spin.

Jimin growled in pleasure, fingers tightening in your hair as she began to pick up the pace, fucking your face with increasingly rough, brutal thrusts, her hips moved like a piston, slamming into your throat. Drool leaked from the corners of your stretched mouth, bubbling obscenely as Jimin fucked your throat raw.

"'m getting close," Jimin panted, the hand not tangled in your hair drifting down to grope and squeeze at your breasts, pinching and rolling the stiff peaks between her fingers, with a final, brutal thrust, Yu buried herself balls deep in your mouth, grinding against the back of her throat as she came with a guttural groan.

Thick, hot ropes of cum poured from her spasming head, flooding and forcing you to swallow around the heavy load. As the waves of her intense climax finally began to stop, Jimin slowly withdrew, her softening cock slipping from your abused mouth with a wet pop. She looked down at you, taking in the sight of your flushed face, messy hair, your ruined makeup and the way you gasped and choked as you tried to catch your breath.

She reached out, thumb and forefinger pinching your chin, tilting your face up to meet Jimin's intense gaze. Her eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that promised all sorts of sinful delights. She licked her lips as she stared down at her girl, a slow, filthy grin spreading across her face.

"Oh baby, I think I ruined your makeup..." she smirked, grabbing your wrist only to have you fall back onto her lap, gripping your hips tightly, "while you're riding me - makeup will be the last thing you need right now."

She leaned in, capturing your lips in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss, all clashing teeth and tangling tongues. All the while, her hands continued their sensual assault on your breasts, kneading and massaging the soft, pliant flesh with a reverent hunger.

You sat up slightly, allowing her to slide inside, letting out a low moan into the kiss, causing her to squeeze your hips tighter, deepening it, It made Jimin's cock throb and pulse inside you, the sight and sounds of your pleasure stoking the flames of her own desire.

"Fuuck... tightest pussy ever..." She punctuated her words with a sharp thrust of her hips, slamming up into your dripping cunt. The wet, obscene sound of fucking filled the room, the lewd slap of skin against skin echoing off the walls.

Your whimpers and whines only spurred Jimin on, urging her to grope and tease more roughly, to pinch and tug at the stiff little peaks of your breasts. She could feel them hardening further under her ministrations, could see the pretty pink flush spreading down your neck.

"Such a good girl, taking me so fucking deep like you were made for it..." Jimin thrust up hard and fast, burying herself balls-deep inside your fluttering cunt. She set a rapid, almost punishing pace, fucking up into you with brutal, animalistic intensity.

"Gonna breed you, princess, make you full of my pups, fuck..." She could feel the pressure building, the coil of ecstasy winding tighter and tighter in her core. But she gritted her teeth, determined to hold back, to make you finish first.

With a final, brutal thrust, Jimin buried herself balls-deep inside your spasming cunt. She could feel your release crashing over you in waves as your pussy gripping and rippling around Jimin's thick shaft like a vice.

Jimin's body shuddered and convulsed as her own mind-blowing orgasm ripped through her. A guttural, feral growl tore from her, thick cock pulsing and throbbing as it pumped stream after stream of hot, thick cum deep into your spasming cunt.

"Fuck, fuck fuck!" Her eyes rolling back as she filled you to the brim with her seed. Her hips jerked and spasmed erratically, grinding her cock as deep as physically possible as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure crashing over her.

As the final aftershocks of your mutual orgasms began to subside, Yu slumped back against the couch, pulling your limp, sated body against her own. She wrapped her arms around your trembling body possessively, holding you close as they both struggled to catch their breath.

"Fuck... baby, I hope you're not dead, because I'm not done with your punishment yet..."

[ego13]

LOVE TALK ── yu jimin.

── finding yourself alone in paris, having found a beautiful stranger in a club who didn’t understand your language, you don’t mind hanging out with her in her car.

now playing: wayv - love talk (english ver.)

warnings, sensitive content: sex with stranger, sex in public places, marking, cunnilingus (reader recieving), dry humping, abs riding, fingering (reader recieving), hair pulling, praise kink, pet names (chéri, bonne fille, baby), making out, nipple play, spanking, cursing, cheating.

word count: 2,8k

I can hear it callin'

Loving the way you wanna talk

Touch me, tease me, feel me up

Callin'

Something in the way you wanna talk

you're finally fed up with all this, you were finally fed up with all this, all the fights with your boyfriend were going too far, because you were fed up with his baseless jealousy, lack of confidence in yourself, in you and, most importantly, in your relationship.

after another fight you sat on the floor in tears, packing your things into your backpack, while he indifferently continued playing his console, saying something to his friends on the phone, but you didn't listen to all of this, because the only thing you wanted was for it all to finally end, and for you to finally become free from him and from your relationship that was so restricting you. throwing your backpack over your shoulder, clumsily wiping the tears from your face, rubbing your makeup with your palm, you ran out of the apartment, loudly slamming the door behind you, making it clear that you're not going to look back, you're not going to ask for forgiveness and hope to make things right, you've had enough.

sitting with your friend where you were staying until you found yourself an apartment, she listened attentively to your story about what happened, shaking her head in surprise, she knew that not everything was so good in your relationship, but not to this extent...

"fuck, I told you a hundred times that he's a complete asshole!" she exclaimed, sitting closer to you, hugging you weakly, realizing that you are now in a vulnerable state, and you incredibly need support. she stroked your hair, listening to your sobs, which broke her heart, because the last thing she wanted was to see her friend like this.

"listen, you urgently need to get distracted," she said, her words made you raise your head, looking at her in surprise, because what could distract you in such a situation? "my friends are having a party in paris and you have to come."

these words threw you off track, what paris? you just broke up with your boyfriend and problems piled up on you, not allowing you to raise your head, and then she suddenly offers you to go to another country for the sake of some party? you were about to refuse, but she put her finger on your mouth, as if showing that you should keep quiet.

"keep quiet! no refusals accepted, pack your things."

to say that going to another country without knowing the language is stupid is to say nothing, because you really didn't understand a word of french, unlike your friend, who kindly translated everything for you, so at first it didn't seem like a big problem.

you stood in front of the mirror, trying on dress after dress, hoping to choose the best one, after all, it wasn't for nothing that you traveled several thousand kilometers for some party. your friend silently watched you preen, having already been dressed for a long time, waiting for you with a displeased expression.

"come on, it's been almost half an hour, we're already late! put on something already and let's go." she said discontentedly, folding her arms across her chest, which made you giggle just from the sight of her, playfully rolling your eyes and putting your makeup in her purse. finally being ready you both left the apartment, walking along the night streets of paris, heading to some club that your friend had managed to buzz your ears about over the past few days.

you got there pretty quickly, passing face control at the entrance with the same ease, finally opening the door to the club, at the same moment hearing loud music that made you shudder slightly. seeing your confusion, your friend took you by the hand, leading you to the bar counter, where there were already several people standing, looking at you with interest.

"bonjour!" one of them exclaimed, waving at you with a bright smile, your friend smiled back, hugging everyone sitting at the bar while you stood shyly to the side, realizing this, she took your hand again, moving it closer to her so that you were not standing far away.

"rencontre-moi, c'est mon amie," - meet her, shes my friend, she said, to which her friends immediately smiled, greeting you in french, but not understanding a word, you only nodded respectfully, smiling back.

it was about about an hour passed, you were all drinking, despite the fact that you couldn’t join in the conversation, because you simply didn’t understand what they were talking about. finally, the girl sitting next to you noticed your discomfort, putting her hand on your shoulder.

"chérie, ce qui s'est passé?" - darling, what happened? she asked in a worried voice, but once again, not understanding anything, you simply nodded, but her hand on your shoulder made you feel a little better, finally laying your head on her shoulder.

Falling for a stranger

Good gracious

I might even fly out to Vegas

noticing this, jimin chuckled, saying nothing, just continuing to drink the wine from her glass, chatting with the other people sitting next to her. "she has such beautiful french," you thought, realizing that you barely heard the people around you, listening only to her well-delivered speech.

the more alcohol entered your body with her, the more confident and relaxed your touches became. first her hand "accidentally" slid from your shoulder to your waist, then you just as "accidentally" touched the skin of her neck with your lips, making her sigh heavily, her eyes immediately looked at you, squeezing your waist tighter, to which you only smirked contentedly.

when your friends went to the dance floor, you both realized it was time for action, so she grabbed your hand, leading you through the drunken crowd on the dance floor, leaving the club. you immediately felt a cool spring wind blowing on your face, but her hand in yours warmed you.

you walked to the parking lot and at that very moment you saw a black supra, making your jaw drop, clearly not expecting a girl like her to have a car like that. her hand opened the passenger door, pushing you inside, climbing in after you, finally ending up with you in the passenger seat.

you immediately felt warm hands on your hips, which sat you down on her lap, causing you to instinctively place your palms on her shoulders, squeezing lightly. she tightened her embrace, one hand sliding down to possessively grope your ass while the other tangled in your locks.

"j'ai attendu ce moment toute la nuit," - I've been waiting for this moment all night, she growled into your ear, making you break into goosebumps, with that words, she crashed her lips against yours in a brutal, claiming kiss, kiss that stole the breath from the your lungs, her tongue pushed past your lips, invading, conquering, pushing it into your mouth, making you moan lowly. she was already imagining all the ways she wanted to take you right here, right now, but she knew she had to be patient.

вhe could feel the your breath, hot and heavy with anticipation, washing over her sensitive skin. yu's hands slid down to grip your slim waist, feeling the heat of your body through the thin your dress, she slid her hands up under the fabric, caressing the smooth, toned skin of her back, as could feel the goosebumps rising on your flesh as she touched you.

pulling away from the kiss, your hands lifted her shirt, revealing her well-defined abs, making you hold your breath, biting your lower lip and raising your gaze to karina, silently asking for permission.

"faites ce que vous voulez, chéri," - do whatever you want, darling, she said nodding approvingly, giving you free rein, which made you smirk, lifting the bottom of your dress, seeing this, she helped you take it off over your head, throwing it on the driver's seat, because now you won't need clothes, your underwear flew after your dress, leaving you completely naked before her hungry gaze.

she swore quietly, feeling your palm slide along her abs, causing her to break out in goosebumps, at the same moment feeling contact with your hot, wet skin of your groin, forcing her to lean her head back against the seat, placing her hands on your hips. she tightened her grip, nails digging into your soft flesh as she guided your movements.

at the same time she slid one hand up your side, tracing the curve of your breast, before roughly palming the soft mound, thumb brushed over your hardened nipple, teasing the sensitive bud, her other hand slid down to grope your ass, fingers sinking into the plump cheek, giving you a soft smack, what made you squeal, placing your hands on her shoulders.

her fingers sank into the flesh of your ass, gripping you tightly as she guided your increasingly desperate movements, she rolled her hips up to meet yours, abs rippling beneath you, her defined muscles providing the perfect and needed friction against your sensitive folds, jimin could feel how your slick arousal coating her skin, your needy whimpers music to her ears, making her feel an unpleasant wetness between her own legs, but she knew that she had to take care of you first.

she could feel your body trembling, could see your chest heaving with each desperate breath, seing how you lose yourself in pleasure, using her body for your own needs, was intoxicating, making it even harder to bear. she leaned up, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, tongue delving into your mouth swallowing all of your moans as her hands slid around to grip your ass, spreading your cheeks apart as she ground your core harder against her abs.

"tu es belle comme ça" - you look so beautiful like this, she whispered close to your lips before leaning back against the seat, watching with a smirk as you managed to cope on your own. she could tell you were getting close, your body tensing and trembling with impending release, she shuddered as she felt your hips moving with increasing desperation, your whimpers growing louder and more needy.

she slid one hand around to your wetness, fingers teasing through your soaked folds, feeling the slick arousal coating her digits, she let out a soft moan from that feeling, smirking as she watches you finally shudder at the peak of your climax.

"c'est ma bonne fille," - thats my good girl, she said with a smile, combing a fallen strand of hair behind your ear, she leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue delved into your mouth, stroking along yours, she broke the kiss to trail her lips down your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive flesh as she panted harshly against your skin, you felt her weave her fingers into your hair, forcing you to throw your head back, giving herself more space on your sensitive skin, which at that very moment was covered with red spots from her teeth.

at the same moment she switched places with you, turning to turn off the lights in the car, moving the passenger seat to give herself more room to fit between your legs. she trailed kisses down your calves, unfastening your shoes at the same time, throwing your legs over her shoulders. the sensation of that soft, wet muscle of her tongue sliding along your slick folds sent a jolt of electricity through your body, making you back arch off the seat, your hands instantly wove into her hair, lightly pulling at the roots, causing her to let out a low moan.

your juices flowed freely, coating her lips and chin, which she didn't mind at all, squeezing your hips tighter, encouraging the way you desperately pushed towards her tongue. the musky, intoxicating scent of your sweet arousal filled the car, mingling with the faint traces of her perfume. it was damn hot in the car, the windows were already fogged up, blocking your view of the people you saw in the parking lot, but right now you didn't care about them, and you didn't care if anyone heard you or not.

your other hand slid to palm her aching for attention breast, kneading the soft mound and pinching her nipple through the thin silk of your black bra, you could feel the stiff peak of you nipple straining against the fabric, begging for more stimulation that only yu could give you.

the idyll was interrupted by the sound of a phone call, fuck, that's the last thing you need right now, who thought of calling at the moment when such a beautiful girl is between your legs fucking you with her tongue in her car? through your hazy vision you saw your friend's name on the display which made you curse under your breath, biting your bottom lip as you wondered whether or not to answer.

and yet you pressed the button to accept the call, afraid that it might raise an alarm because you had disappeared from the club so suddenly.

"hey, where have you disappeared to, are you okay?" she said in a slightly drunk but still worried voice as loud music played in the background.

"i-im fine..." you said with a trembling voice, trying your best to hold back your whining, and jimin was even more turned on by your situation, which is why she didn't even plan to stop, approaching the matter more diligently, your clit throbbed, swollen and sensitive, as her clever tongue flicked and circled the sensitive bud. your head fell back against the headrest, her eyes squeezing shut as she lost herself in the exquisite pleasure, your chest heaved with each ragged breath.

"are you sure you're okay? your voice is shaking, you disappeared so suddenly... and jimin disappeared too, are you sure everything's okay?" she said, while you were holding back with all your might, breathing heavily into the phone, "everything's fine... jimin and i stepped away for a while, i felt bad and she's just... looking after me, we'll be there soon," you said, at the same moment with these words you dropped the call, throwing the phone aside, finally allowing a loud groan to escape your lips.

your thighs trembled, the muscles flexing as you struggled to keep them spread wide, which she certainly took care of, because her strong grip prevented you from bringing your legs together, your grip on her hair tightened, holding her in place as you ground her hips more insistently, desperately fucking her face, the wet, obscene sounds of jimin's slurping and suckling filled the car, mixing with your increasingly loud moans and cries of pleasure.

you could feel the heat of her breath on your skin, could smell the faint scent of her perfume mingling with the headier aroma of your own arousal. It was intoxicating, overwhelming. your climax building fast, the coil of heat in your core winding tighter and tighter with each pass of her wicked tongue, your thighs trembled, the muscles clenching as she teetered on the brink of ecstasy, you was so close, so fucking close, and she needed jimin, needed her to make her push her to the edge, to be that one.

your pussy clenched, the walls fluttering around her tongue, trying to draw it in deeper, you cried out, voice echoing in the enclosed space of the car, with a keening moan, you finally came undone, your body convulsing as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, your eyes rolled back, head thrown back against the seat as your rode out the aftershocks of her climax, and she with her kitten licks continued to assault on your clit, prolonging your orgasm, overstimulating you.

finally rising, she pulled you into a kiss again, pulling your lower lip, not allowing you to recover from your previous orgasm, her thumb rubbed tight circles around your aching clit, the pleasure bordering on pain, at the same moment, two fingers sliding inside you, fingers plunging in and out of her clenching heat at a brutal pace, she curled her fingers just so, brushing against that spongey spot deep inside that made you see stars.

as she fucked you harder, faster, spurred on by the desperate sounds spilling from your lips. her thumb rubbed your clit hard as she plunged her fingers into that slick, gripping heat over and over, she could feel your release surging through you, the tension snapping as you threw your head back with a guttural moan.

"allez, donne-le moi, baby," - come on give it to me, baby, she growled, pushing deeper, the obscene sound of her fingers slamming into your wet heat filled the room, punctuated by your desperate moans, you could feel your climax building, your cunt starting to flutter and tighten around her digits, your chest heaved with each ragged breath, skin flushed and damp with exertion. she could feel your pussy starting to spasm, gripping her plunging fingers like a vice, she fucked you with short, sharp jabs as you grind your clit against her palm as you teetered on the brink, your pussy clamped down, rippling and gushing around her fingers as you came hard, drenching her hand and the seet beneath you.

pulling her fingers out of you, she climbed back onto the seat, sitting you on her lap and soothingly stroking your back, leaving a light kiss on your temple.

"chérie, c'est drôle, je n'ai même pas pu te demander ton nom." darling, that's funny, i didn't even get to ask your name.

Baby we two distant strangers

I know you don't speak my language

But I love the way she's talking to me.

[ego13]

歳 ׁ  ○𝇌 ֹ. SH𝔈 F𝓘NE, SHE MINE, 𝓘 GOTTA PRAISE THE LORD - YU JIMIN X FEM!READER

ೇ https://now_playing: JAEHYUN - Unconditional

𝅄  ︩︪𐀔 https://warnings: g!p jimin, switch!jimin, sugar mommy, praise kink, sex on the table, riding, unprotected sex, breeding kink, cockwarming (kinda), blowjob, jerking off (a little), drunk sex, dirty talk, possessiveness.

ㅉ https://synopsis: jimin clearly doesn't mind your "help" with the paperwork.

⊹ ִֶָ‧ https://pairing: yu jimin x fem!reader

ʾ 𖧧 ׄ‌ https://word_count: 2,8k

when you first met her, you had no idea where this would lead you and how much your life would change, after all, you were just a poor art college student who could barely afford to pay for her studies. you remember as if it were yesterday, sleepless nights before important exams, how your legs would fall off after eleven hours of work in a cafe on your only day off, but who could have known that all this would soon end?

you met her completely by chance, she looked into the cafe where you worked, and after good service, in addition to a tip in the form of such a large bill that you had hardly ever seen one in your life, she left you her phone number, asking you to call her if you suddenly wanted to unwind. It's obvious that you decided to call purely out of curiosity, without having any high expectations of what might happen, but as soon as she picked up the phone, you really understood that she was waiting for your call.

that same evening you both went to the best restaurant in your city, I think it goes without saying that you had never tried the food that was there in your life, and had only seen it on the internet in pictures. then she ordered some damn expensive wine that made you feel so drunk that you didn't want to go back to the dorm, to which she kindly offered to spend the night at her place, to which you, out of desperation, agreed.

"what a fucking big house", you thought when you first saw her mansion, you also thought about how she herself doesn’t get lost in her own house. she opened the door of her black mustang for you, kindly helping you out, you felt her hand on your waist as she led you inside the house. as soon as you touched any soft surface for the first time that evening, your eyes immediately began to close, until the moment you felt her fingers unfasten your heels.

"what are you..." you didn't have time to finish your sentence before she raised her head, meeting your eyes, "what am i doing?" she asked with a smirk, continuing to unfasten the clasp on your shoe, "helping drunk cinderella get rid of her shoes, poor girl, aren't your feet tired from wearing heels all evening?" this question threw you off track, for the first time hearing that someone cared about you...

"a little, but I got used to it, everything is fine, really..." without letting you finish your sentence you felt her strong arms lift you up, carrying you with ease through the dark, unlit corridors, "you are so light, like a feather, it feels like i can carry you in my arms forever and not get tired", these words made your cheeks turn slightly crimson, feeling your neck burn with embarrassment, you wanted to answer something, but from what you heard you literally lost the power of speech, just letting jimin carry you to the bedroom.

the door opened and you were presented with a large bedroom with an equally damn large bed, compared to the beds in your dorm it was literally heaven and earth, wonder why she has such a big bed? are all rich people this weird? you thought as she carefully laid you down on the soft mattress, which immediately made you relax, "comfortable, princess?" she asked, to which you immediately nodded, while your face broke into a drunken smile. as soon as she saw you smiling, she knew at that very moment that she would spend millions just to see that smile again.

her palm touched your cheek, but you, however, were not against it, you yourself did not understand what pushed you to do this, alcohol, or her sweet words about you, but at that very moment you placed your palm on top of hers without breaking eye contact with her, "you are beautiful when you are drunk", she said, this phrase immediately made you giggle, looking at her expression with interest, "and when I'm sober, am I not beautiful?" her brows furrowed, but despite this she smiled, leaning closer to you so that she was hanging over you, "don't talk nonsense, doll, you are beautiful to me in any case."

her lips touched your own carefully, as if afraid to hurt, as if afraid that you would push her away, but instead you were drawn into the kiss, moving your hands to her neck, could feel with your fingertips how tense her muscles were, her fingers began to slide under the hem of your dress, hand splaying across the soft, smooth skin of your back, at the same time causing you to get goosebumps. she could feel the heat of your body, could feel the way your muscles tensed and then relaxed under her touch, as you surrended to the gentle pressure of her fingers.

pulling away from the kiss, her eyes softened as she gazed down at your peaceful, resting form sprawled across her bed, she leaned in close, her breath warm against your ear as she murmured, "I want you", you bite your lower lip, looking into her eyes that were full of desire and hunger, you knew that if you agreed, there would be no turning back, but it didn't scare you, not anymore. you nodded, giving her free rein, to which she only smirked, touching her lips to the soft and velvety skin of your collarbone, causing you to let out a quiet moan, she reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, her fingers lingering to caress your cheek, as she continued her assault on your collarbones.

you felt her lightly nipping at your skin, but it only turned you on even more, knowing that she would leave her marks, that everyone would know who you belonged to now. her thumb brushed over your bottom lip, tracing the soft curve, finally pulling away from you, you smirked and reached out your hands, unbuckling her pants, which surprised her, but she fucking loves it when you take over, none of her subordinates or acquaintances would believe that she would allow someone to rein her in, but now she understood that it was in front of you that she would kneel if necessary.

"and you can handle it on your own, yeah?" throwing her belt aside, you wrapped her tie around your arm, causing her to straighten up and switch your positions so that she fell backwards onto the bed, jimin's hips buck slightly, pressing her hardness more firmly against the your hand, she can feel the heat radiating from the girl's touch, forcing her to throw her head back, as you you moved your hand for a long time, "f-fuck... mouth, princess, please..." she was like this for the first time in her life, so whiny, so desperate for someone's touches. you licked your lips, her hands move to the your shoulders, gently guiding you downward. as you settles between her legs, she takes a deep breath, preparing herself for the incredible sensations that are about to follow, her fingers immediately found their way into your hair, massaging your scalp.

when you lowered your head, you slowly touched the tip with ler hot tongue, tasting the slightly salt essense of her precum, that was leaking from the tip, jimin lets out a soft moan, her fingers tightened in your hair. she can feel the warmth of your mouth, the gentle pressure of your lips, "oh fuck... it so hot in your mouth, baby..."

her hips twitch as the you started to bob you head up and down, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head of her cock, as you continued to take more of her length into your mouth, her grip on her hair tightens, not enough to cause pain, but just enough to let her know that she's there, that she feels so fucking good, too good to describe in words.

soft moan escapes her lips as she feels your tongue and lips exploring her, causing her to arch her back, breathe heavily and squirm on the bed, she could feel your nose press against her pelvis as you took her to the hilt, swallowing around her length, jimin could feel your throat working around her, the muscles rippling along her shaft and making her see stars, "fuck, i-im close..." karina grunted, her grip on your hair tightening as she started to thrust faster, fucking the your face with abandon, she could feel the telltale tingling in her spine, the heat coiling tighter and tighter in her core, "fuck fuck fuck, baby... im gonna cum, fuck!" she demanded, her voice strained and rough with impending orgasm, with a roar, karina slammed her hips forward one last time, burying her cock deep in your throat as her climax crashed over her.

finally spent, she slumped back against the headboard, chest heaving as she caught her breath. she gazed down at you with a satisfied smirk, "you... you're good at this, even too good."

about a few months of your "interesting" relationship have passed, you have practically stopped spending the night in the dorm, to which your friends were surprised, happy that you finally found yourself a boyfriend, yes... that's right, a boyfriend... almost, of course, you wanted to introduce your girlfriend to them, but you didn’t even know if you should rush things.

jimin, as always, is up to her ears in work, sitting in her office, while her favorite girl in the person of you sits on her lap, watching with interest as she fills out important documents with difficulty and seriousness. she would occasionally look up to raise her head and let you kiss her face for the thousandth time, feed her strawberries from the box on the table with your hands, what touched her to madness, she was damn tired from work, but when her beloved girl was nearby - she didn't even think about it.

her hands slid down to your waist, stroking it, to which you looked at her in surprise, "are you finished yet?" to which she only smiled, resting her chin on your shoulder, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume, "no, but can't I take a little break?" her grip tightened, slightly pulling your shirt down from your shoulder to gently touch your lips, causing you to gasp, "that's unfair, yu jimin, finish your work first and then pester me."

she just smirked, pulling away from your shoulder so she could look into your eyes, leaning down and touching her nose to yours, "and you are the most obedient of the two of us", you just giggled, pecking her lips, weaving your fingers into her black strands, running them through your fingers, "okay so be it, twenty minutes, then you finish work and we go home."

"twenty minutes? it's enough for me to deal with you", she brushed a fallen strand of hair behind your ear, touching your lips, to which you immediately responded, wrapping your arms around her neck, allowing her to deepen the kiss, it's passionate and hungry, her tongue delving into your mouth to taste you, her hands roam over your body, cupping her breasts though the fabric of your shirt. After a few minutes she pulled away, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath, "fuck, you're driving me crazy, baby..."

"and you smell so sweet", she purrs, burying her nose in your neck and inhaling deeply, as her fingers slowly unbutton your shirt, letting them slide down your shoulders, falling to the floor, her hips grinding against hers. she can feel the heat building between them, the friction of their bodies driving her wild. she cups you breasts, pinching her nipples and rolling them between her fingers, enjoying the feeling of how soft and sensitive your skin felt in her hands.

your hands slid lower to the fly of her pants, causing her to sit up slightly, allowing you to pull them down to her knees, "come on baby, do as you please." you touched her hardness through the fabric of her boxers, causing her to let out a soft moan, leaning back against the back of her chair, you only lowered them a little, freeing her throbbing member and collecting the glitter precum that managed to appear on the tip of her cock, lubricating it fully, finally raising her gaze to jimin, looking into her eyes clouded with lust, biting your lip, you rose slightly in order to slowly lower yourself down on her cock, feeling her slowly stretch you, she sets a steady rhythm, fucking into you with deep, powerful but slow thrusts, placing her hands on your hips, lifting your skirt slightly, "so tight, I'll never be able to get used to this, fuck..."

jimin's eyes darken with lust as she watches you start to move without her help, your hips lifting and dropping in a sensual rhythm, she meets each downward thrust, driving deeper into your heat, the obscene sounds of your sloppy sounds coupling fill the room, mingling with moans and grunts.

she leans forward, her lips brushing against your ear, "do you like being fucked like this?" you threw your head back, unable to respond coherently, just nodding, and that answer was enough for her to push even deeper, "oh, i can say... such a good girl, gonna feel you squeeze my cock as you fall apart." she could feel the way your body yielded to the intrusion, could sense the way her greedy hole sucked at her cock, making her smirk, seeing how you are unable to say anything, silently giving in to temptation, letting her do whatever she wants.

she slid her hands up the smooth expanse of your back, feeling the play of muscles beneath her fingertips as you rode her with wild abandon, "my, my, so fucking beautiful like that", jimin praised, one hand fisting in your silky hair while the other gripped the curve of your ass, she pulled you down harder, grinding her hips against yours as she fucked up into clutching heat. her hands threw the papers and everything unnecessary off the table, causing it all to fall with a crash, but she didn't care, she easily lifted you up, laying you on your back on the cold glass table, fucking you from a different angle.

her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt your velvety walls clench and ripple around her throbbing shaft, she knew she couldn't last much longer, especially when you looked so sexy, seeing how your heavy breasts bouncing as she thrusts into you. she could feel your need, the way your body ached to be claimed, to be marked as her's, it set a fucking fire in her blood, a desperate primal urge to give you what you craved, mark you as hers, so that everyone knows whose you are, who can see you like this.

"fuck, gonna breed you, take it, fucking take every fucking inch of my cock like the good little girl you are", she could feel her orgasm building, her balls tightening, she could feel every little flutter and quiver, could sense the desperate hunger, "gonna knock you up, everyone will know that you are mine, only FUCKING MINE and no one else's", she growled this phrase through her teeth, feeling how lust and desire were taking over her, and she was no longer able to resist it.

"i-im so close..." the only words you could utter in the stream of endless moans, the desperation in your voice, the way you panted and mewled so sweetly, only served to drive her own lust to new heights, "so greedy for my cock, don't you? I will give you everything you want and even more, no one can give you as much, NO FUCKING ONE."

she tightened her grip on your hips, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room, you heard the table creak from her rough pace, but that was the last thing on your mind right now.

"cum with me, fuck, baby, please!" with a hoarse cry, she slammed you down one last time, burying herself to the hilt inside your spasming pussy, forcing you to cum with her, digging your nails into her back almost until it bleeds, ger body shuddered and jerked as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, her cock pulsing and throbbing as it pumped you full of her essence. she held you close as the aftershocks of your intense lovemaking rippled through you both, pressing soft kisses to yoursweat-dampened temple and cheek, stroking your thighs soothingly, "that's my good girl..."

pulling away from you, she smiled, seeing your disheveled hair, seeing beads of sweat running down your body, which made her feel proud of herself, "well... we have five more minutes, maybe a second round?"

[ego13]

꒰ 𝐝𝐞 ' 𝟕𝟎'𝑠 かん C𝑶ME HERE BABY D𝑶LL – YU JIMIN X FEM!READER | 𝟏𝟐r͠r ৎׅ

彡ׁ ₊ https://now_playing: Ari Abdul - BABYDOLL

꒰ ˖࣪ ᳝ https://synopsis: after a few months of dating, you and your girlfriend decided to take it to the next level, and so she decided to teach you something that you didn’t even know about before.

Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰ https://warnings: lesbian sex, first time, slow sex, fingering, scissoring, dirty talk, body worship, sexual inexperience, awkwardness, prelude, first kiss, nipple sucking, innocence kink, praise kink, pet names.

Ꮺ pairing: yu jimin x reader (that was supposed to be fic with wonyoung, but I changed my mind at the last moment)

⩩ • ₊°꒰ https://word_count: 1,8k

you and jimin had been in a relationship for a few months now, and in fact, your mutual friends clearly weren’t able to understand how fate had managed to bring you both together, after all, you were the complete opposite of her, a quiet and shy good girl of your parents and she, a person who appears at school once a month and does not even know what it means to be embarrassed.

in fact, this never bothered you, the most important thing was that there was comfort and understanding in the relationship, and the rest was not important. constant walks, gifts, tender words and warm evenings in each other’s company were what brightened up every minute of your life, and the only thing you always asked for was that this moment would never end.

next to her you felt like the happiest and most beloved girl in this world, because yu spent all her free time with you, the way she looked at you like a lost puppy when you tried to explain to her yet another physics topic that she couldn’t understand, because she missed class for the thousandth time, the way she let you climb on her lap, watching with anticipation as you tried out another makeup look on her and the way she always wrapped her arms around your waist from behind, every time you cooked something for both of you, because she doesn’t know how to cook, always warmed your heart.

karina was definitely that type of loving girl who never missed an opportunity to give you another compliment or pick another flower for you on the street, which you will definitely put in the small vase she gifted you on your table or flood you with messages from the very morning, when you leave for college, calling you silly, because what adequate person would come to the first lesson?

over time, you began to notice how her look at you changed, became more desirable and hungry, it’s obvious that you were a little scared by this, but soon, on the contrary, you began to like to catch such glances on yourself, and she clearly didn't mind giving it to you, and one evening, you always decided to let her go further than usual.

she sits you, who was unresisting on the dismantled bed and firmly takes her soft palms in hers, making you look at her, "are you afraid, sweetheart?" you nodded shyly, lowering your gaze, but her finger rested on your chin, not allowing you to lower your head, "everything will be fine, I promise, I won’t hurt you, cat..."

your eyelashes begin to flutter from her low begging voice. your hands tremble, held by jimin's tenacious fingers, and your cheeks are scorched with renewed vigor by a treacherous heat. your shamefully become moist and rest woundedly on her serious face. her eyes shamelessly drop under the thin fabric of your t-shirt, two small roundnesses and the outlines of hardened nipples are visible, wonyoung swallows loudly and wets her dry lips with her tongue.

your heart begins to beat feverishly, and cheeks tingle painfully from suffocating excitement and shame, you feel the warmth of her breath settling on your face. you fidgets in place and shyly fiddles with the bottom of t-shirt in damp fingers, yu's gaze penetrates you to your very core, making involuntarily tense and bring your trembling hips together, "let's take this off?" smiling, she slowly lifted your t-shirt up, carefully putting it aside, returning her hungry gaze to your bare chest, licking her lips, she crawls on her knees to you closer, and now you cannot even raise your eyes to her.

"baby doll, you're fucking beautiful, you know it?" in one sharp movement she grabs you by the waist, pulling you towards her, yu lowers her gaze to your beautiful full lips and the vein on her neck begins to pulsate even faster. she presses her chest against your, larger and more voluminous, and feels how your heart pounding, realizing that she is not the only one who is so worried about their closeness and is languishing with anticipation.

"I want to taste them, can I?" karina's eyes sparkle with anticipation when she inquisitively looks into your ruddy face and freezes in anticipation, "yes", you whispers, eagerly peering into the desired eyes full of embarrassment and confusion. smiling, she leaned lower, leaving a trail of kisses on the hollow between your breasts, before hesitantly touching your nipple with his tongue, carefully listening to your reaction, afraid of hurting you.

you really want to see what yu does with you, but as soon as she opens her eyes and opens her eyelashes, she falls into the trap of a mouth that is predatorily stretched around her nipple, darkened by the flow of blood. confidently lifting the squeaking you by your large hips, the girl carefully sits you on top of herself and continues to take turns tormenting your aching hard peas with her teeth and tugging with her tongue.

"my girl, you're beautiful, fuck, I can't get enough of you," jimin coos and, with a guttural hum, again dives her tongue into the cozy hollow between two soft roundness, she impulsively crushes it with her greedy fingers, licking the drops of sweat flowing down to your stomach. again opens her plump lips and sucks the sensitive lump of flesh deep inside her mouth, she noisily swallows viscous saliva and with pleasure sniffs through her nostrils the spicy and musky smell of natural lubricant emanating from the body writhing on her.

she unsticks herself with a loud smack from your chest and smearedly kisses your chin, "fuck, I'm going to go crazy soon, and you'll be the reason for it, baby doll..." you whisper her name in alarm and continue to move fussily and fidget on her hot thigh, while she watched with a grin how needy you were. she kisses your neck in the place where the elastic vein beats desperately. you barely noticeably shudders from this action, without stopping weakly crawling on her strong thigh.

she looks at you from below and pulls your shorts down to your shaking knees, trying to catch your wandering gaze on herself, you whines pitifully, and spreads your legs, allowing her hand to slide under your underwear, "relax for me, cat, i got you," she said as she slid inside you, pushing deeper, but you reluctantly lets even one finger into you and she immediately stops, peering carefully into your sweaty, tense face, "hurt?"

you just nodded, hiding your face in the crook of her neck, "I'm sorry sweetheart, I didn't think you were so tight..." jimin kisses your rosy cheek soothingly and circles your sensitive clit with her thumb, you squeal quietly from the persistent and unexpected stimulation, that was clearly for trying to make you relax, only because of it you shudders convulsively, squeezing and whining.

she begins to slowly and gently stroke the wet, contracting walls from the inside, kneading and feeling them. so tight at the same time that she can go crazy, with her lips she barely touches the sweaty neck, feeling her own hot breath and the spicy smell of skin, you continued to breathe languidly, trying to get used to the new sensations that yu helped you experience, your eyes are tightly closed, and your mouth is slightly open. you clings to the girl's neck and pushes towards her hand, raising you hips, "fuck, yes..." she smiled hearing your words, "yes?"

you hum in agreement and whimper barely audibly, beginning to more freely accept her thrusts, she examines your ruddy face with trepidation, carefully pushing the tip of her second finger into the tight hole, speeds up the movements of her hand, simultaneously pressing her groin into your thigh, because she no longer has the strength to endure all this, she also wants you to touch her, so fucking much, "I love the way you squeeze on my fingers, baby doll."

after her shameless statement, you subtly sobs, gently squeezing her fingers, and carefully kisses her on the lips, trustingly closing your eyelids, then opening your eyes wide and feeling the orgasm approaching, your hand patted her shoulder in warning, signaling that you were damn close to your end.

"cum, right now," at the same moment you finished with a loud whine, squeezing her neck in your arms, whining as you tried to regain your ragged breathing. at the same moment she pulled you into a deep kiss, wrapping her arms around your waist, allowing you to sit more comfortably on her lap.

laying you on your back on a snow-white sheet, her hand slid between your legs again, and you can’t hold back your moans, when a girl does especially good to you, but somewhere you doesn’t react at all, and at some moments, when jang rises to the clit and begins to actively massage it, your toes curl, “fuck, you’re so wet, i’ll definitely have to change the bed linen after you, I think I can wring out the sheet."

you begin to rush around the bed and howl quietly, begging her to stop. you clearly cannot stand such frank caresses, while karina goes lower, kissing your stomach, hearing your words, she sighed slightly disappointed, but she rises higher on weakened arms, looking into such a touching and fucked face, your entire chin is stained with your own saliva, your small breasts are pink, covered with light sweat and your hair is disheveled, "If you're still up and running, cat, there's one more thing I want to do..."

your gaze became questioning, hearing these words from her lips, "ride me properly?" she lies down on the bed and spreads her legs invitingly, bending them at the knees, while you saddle the substituted leg to slide straight to her hot crotch, and within a moment, your open and wet folds are pressed into her folds, clinging together with a squelch, "fuck, baby doll..."

she covers her mouth with trembling hands, and she does not take her excited gaze off the place where your hips collide with a loud slapshe covers her mouth with trembling hands, and the girl does not take her excited gaze off the place where your hips collide with a loud squelch, "so good, jimin-ssi..." You answered greedily, furiously rubbing your groin against her, catching her clumsy thrusts and half-stifled sobs.

she still looks, without looking away, to where your flesh is so closely connected and digs her fingers into your palms. it’s only enough for a twitchy nod, continuing to breathe intermittently, because to hear those sounds that you both create, to see your hot face when you're on her is fucking too good.

you place your palms on her stomach and throw your head back. your hair sticks to crimson cheeks, lips are dry, and you are both quite tense and focused on the thrusts, because relief comes to you both quickly and almost simultaneously. you both let out a loud moan before you dropped your head onto her chest, feeling the way her fingers wove into your sweat-damp hair, "I love you so fucking much," and all you could do was laugh contentedly, after which you finally closed your eyes in relief, relaxing.

[ego13]

𑜷 ” 因為 𝑺HE SAID '𝑭UCK ME LIKE IM FAMOUS' – 𝑨UDI𝒁 X FEM!READER | 𖥻˙.⭒

𖥻˙.⭒ https://now_playing : 𝚌hase atlanti𝚌 - OKAY

˳  ୭ ꕀ https://synopsis : coming to another boring party, you found yourself a wonderful company with whom you didn’t mind retiring in the spare room of the mansion.

ʾ ִ𓏸 𝆬‌ ۪ . https://warnings : lesbian sex, threesome, sex tape, thigh riding, sloppy sex, hickeys, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, fingering, sex with strangers, loud sex, praise kink, service top!audiz

ˑ ִ ֗𖧷 https://pairing : yu jimin x uchinaga aeri x reader

ᨦ꒰ ៸៸ ꒱ https://authors_note : this is the stupidest thing I've ever written, so excuse the poor writing, I'm having writer's block right now, and it's hard for me to come up with something better. <3

༄ ₊ ꒷https://word_count : 1,9k

L0AD1NG . .

loud music, flashing lights and the voices of drunk people are what surrounded you at the moment, in principle, such an environment has long been commonplace for you, and perhaps someone feels uncomfortable being in such companies, but not you, because your brain already subconsciously felt as if you were really where you should be.

so, having dragged yourself to another party for the sake of free booze, you entered the mansion that you had already known for a long time, you met the owner of this house a long time ago, but it was only recently that you led such a riotous lifestyle by going to such events, after all, you are an ordinary student who spends hours studying and prays every day to think about something other than papers, textbooks and exams.

after another hard day at school, your legs instinctively carried you along the corridor, in search of the door from where this loud music was flowing, and finally the cherished gates opened, and dozens of drunken people appeared before your eyes, and grinning, you were anticipating how you yourself would soon find yourself in a similar state of nirvana, so finding an 'impromptu' bar which consisted of an ordinary table and a dozen bottles standing on it.

you approached the guy standing at the table, he smiled when he saw you, because it was clearly not the first time he had seen you, and you didn’t even have to say anything before his hands independently took the plastic red cup in his hands, pouring colored alcoholic liquid into it, holding it out with such a smile, "so, because of the booze here again?” he asked, picking up his cup and taking a few small sips, "you know, it's better to go to parties for the sake of drinking, and not in the hope that someone will fuck with you."

he playfully rolled his eyes, realizing that the hint was about him, "come on, I won't get anything tonight anyway, so let's just have a drink," you clink cups, and you drank all the contents in one gulp, causing him a pleasant surprise, "what are you, a professional alcoholic? I've never seen a girl who downs half a glass of liquor in one go." you playfully pushed him on the shoulder before grabbing the first bottle you came across, pouring the contents into your cup as you walked away from the table deeper into the dance floor.

still, drinking alcohol in one gulp is clearly not the best idea for you, because a few minutes after you left the bar, you felt your head pleasantly spinning, and as a result, you didn’t notice how you accidentally bumped into an unfamiliar pink-haired girl standing with her back to you.

you immediately began to apologize, saying that it happened by accident, but before you could finish half the sentence, you saw how she turns to face you, and behind her you can see another girl who puts her elbow on her shoulder, "baby, is everything okay?" asked the pink-haired girl, in whose voice there was absolutely no hint of anger, rather, on the contrary, her voice was so calm that it literally intoxicated, "hey, why don't we take care of such a beautiful girl? we see that you are alone here, so why not fix it?"

your evening sucked so much that hearing these words, you only enthusiastically said “yes, please", and upon hearing permission, you felt both girls’ arms wrap around your waist, helping you move away from the dance floor and up to the second floor of the house. the three of you walked along a corridor with a bunch of doors, while the dark-haired girl randomly opened all the doors that came to hand, someone was sleeping, someone was fucking, and she was quietly swearing under her breath, because they urgently needed this fucking spare room, which is finally there, and they both push you needily into it, closing the door from the inside.

in an instant, you found yourself sitting on uchinaga’s lap, while yu’s predatory hands explored your body, pressing her lips to your collarbone, you felt how she ran her fangs along the milky and tender skin, knocking out the first quiet moan from you, obviously not the last for this evening.

you feel the warmth of aeri's breath settling on your rosy face. your fidgets in place and shyly fiddles with the bottom of your black dress in your damp fingers, her gaze penetrates you to your core, making you involuntarily tense and bring trembling hips together. it starts to pulsate between your legs.

jimin finally exhales loudly. the heat mercilessly makes its way to your aching groin and she grabs your dress with her fingertips, exposing a strip of skin on your stomach, "look at her, so fuckin' pretty..." uchinaga only grunted in response, looking at you with interest, greedily licking her lips when her gaze fell on the bare skin of your stomach.

your arms suddenly weaken, as if a huge weight is falling on you, but jimin continues to lift your dress until you are left in just your underwear. your dress flies somewhere into the corner of the room, because now you definitely don’t need it, you feels with your skin how their eyes is crawling scrutinizingly and greedily over your trembling body, and it’s suddenly so exciting, so nervous, and you could swear that no one in your life looked at you like that, and you never felt so wanted in your life.

aeri's palms immediately find themselves on your hot cheeks, in whose eyes adoration and reverence are unmistakably discernible, "you are incredible, princess, so needy, good girl..."

jimin's palms slide over the delicate skin around the ribs and freeze under the seductive small roundness. you sucks in your stomach and sighs heavily, while your skin is covered with goosebumps from the feeling of the hot hands of both girls on your body.

uchinaga's eyes sparkle with anticipation when she inquisitively looks into your ruddy face, at the same instant, her palms carefully grasp your breasts, completely covering them, and with her thumbs she circle the wrinkled nipples, lips, at the same moment cover her sensitive nipple, pulling it deep into the mouth and rolling it between the teeth.

a long-awaited moan escaped your lips again, pressing your breasts into aeri’s face, at the same moment you felt how the lips of jimin, who was behind, left a trail of wet kisses and bites along your spine, while her hands were on your waist, holding you in her pink haired lap.

aeri impulsively squeezes the delicate skin with her fingers, and more demandingly closes her lips on the tense lump of flesh, you choke on a groan and nod desperately, squinting your eyelids and grabbing the girl’s shoulders with shaking palms, she naturally grins and impatiently places her hands on your ass, squeezing it slightly.

trembling all over and whimpering softly from sensitivity and painful sharp outbreaks from unexpected tingling sensations, you spread your legs wider and slowly lower yourself onto her exposed knee, pressing your wet crotch tightly against it and bending your lower back pliantly, "come on, sweetheart, move a little, like that... good girl."

you strains the internal muscles of your cunt, which rapidly contract, pushing out the lubricant more actively, from the girl’s approving tone and presses your groin harder into your in the hope of a long-awaited relief, you moan loudly and again sits heavily on top of the girl, responsively pushing towards her hot and demanding mouth.

aeri's breath is pounding heavily, a dull rhythm beating in her ears as she tries in vain to pull herself together, but you can only more persistently suck on your breasts and press your seductively swaying hips to yourself as tightly as possible.

you throw your head back and part your dry lips to let a quiet moan escape them, finally feeling the long-awaited climax, while yu's hands continued to hold your trembling body, helping you stay in one position, whispering in your ear in a quiet and hoarse voice about how well you did and how good you were.

her strong hands helped you get up from your knees, her strong hands helped you get up from aeri’s lap, carefully laying you on the bed, while uchinaga's hand reached into the pocket of her pants, taking out her phone from there, opening the camera app, placing it on the bedside table so that the three of you could be seen, "well, princess, let's make this night a little more fun?"

a shiver of anticipation runs down your back, and a hot wave settles between your thighs again, you whine pitifully and spread your legs further, allowing jimin's hand to slide under your underwear, she carefully pulls off her already soaked black panties from your rounded hips, she kisses the sunken belly, inhaling the faint aroma of your desire, as uchinaga positioned herself behind you, allowing you to rest your back on her, her hands slid to your breasts, squeezing them lightly, enjoying your languid sighs and needy whines.

you whine pitifully and pleadingly again, and jimin makes her way to the wet flesh, impatiently penetrating inside the delicate folds, teasing your clit with her tongue, squeezing your thighs in her hands, leaving red prints of her palms on them. your back arches when her skillful tongue touches you there, and mixed with the aeri's touches, who continued to play with your breasts, burning the tender skin of your collarbone with my breath. finally, yu’s tongue slid inside you, pushing so deeply that you couldn’t even imagine that someone could touch you there.

it only took you a few damn minutes before your back arched to the point of a crunch, and a loud moan escaped your lips, repeating the name of both girls like a mantra, pulling away from you, the black-haired girl greedily licks her lips, licking the remnants of your taste from them, which made you blush even more, "you're so delicious, it seems to me that I could eat you all the time and never get tired of it," these words made uchinaga giggle, moving his lips to your earlobe, "hey, jimin-nie, don't make our girl even more embarrassed."

just as you were about to relax, you felt the pink haired hand slide down your stomach, a slight shiver runs through her body, and she rubs the slippery spot harder with the pad of her thumb, you cry out quietly as she slowly slides into her, pushing deeper, all the way to the knuckles, you squeeze her finger with your muscles. aeri freezes with her whole body, feeling resistance, "shh, princess, relax, okay? you're doing so well..." she kisses your rosy cheek and circles her sensitive clit with her thumb.

you clearly wants to say something, but chokes on another moan and a sharp slurping thrust. now two long fingers confidently slide in you, jimin's hands held your thighs, not allowing you to close them, despite your desperate attempts to do so, "baby, everything is fine, yeah, just relax..."

after her shameless statement, you sob subtly, gently squeezing her fingers, and carefully kiss aeri on the lips, in response to which yu's lips gently kissed the back of your neck, "good girl... should we continue, huh?"

after these words you realized that the night is still damn long, and a wonderful company of two damn sexy girls and several hours of damn porn on aeri's phone awaits you...

[ego13]

LET ME IN YOUR OCEAN – YU JIMIN

now playing : chase atlantic - swim

SYNOPSIS : your mafia girl loves it too much when you bring her lunch to work (in fact, she doesn’t mind fucking you on her desk either.)

warnings : mafia!jimin, lesbian sex, service top!jimin, praise kink, hickeys, fingering sex in public places, pet names (princess, good girl, kitty).

pairing : yu jimin x fem!reader

you? oh, her favourite baby-girl, damn, jimin loves her girl too much, she loves to pamper you incredibly, because if this comes up in conversation, then yu does not hesitate to spend several million a day on her princess. expensive prada dresses, diamond necklaces and rings are what you literally swim in, bouquets of flowers, romantic dinners and then night walks in a black porsche with jimin - your daily routine, her hand on your thigh as you both silently drive through Seoul at night listening to your favorite playlist, during such moments it always seemed to you that there were only you two left in the world, and no one else

and if her girl wants it, jimin will buy the whole world for her, as long as it’s really just the two of you.

when you first saw her in the casino, you would never have thought that a cold-blooded member of the mafia could be such a gentle romantic, whose words always made your knees weak. one of the nicest things was that she was so close to you, she didn’t allow anyone to see her as tender except her princess, because you were the only one who truly deserved it. and the only downside of all this was the fact that she was often busy, although in a very interesting way she always made up for her guilt to you. a romantic dinner, another necklace and wonderful sex right against the wall in the hallway of your mansion is probably the best way for her to made it up.

waking up after another such evening, you realized that jimin was not next to him in bed, which made you slightly upset, after all, your desire to wake up in her arms, spending the whole morning sleepily hugging, alas, was cut short. you stretched, rubbing your eyes sleepily, reaching over to the bedside table and taking your phone off the charger, having unblocked it, the first thing you did was go into chat with yu, realizing that she didn’t even write about where and why it would be so early in the morning.

you : jiminnie? no good mornings? :(

you : i hope that you really have something important, because depriving me of morning hugs and breakfast in bed is a crime

just as you were about to get out of bed, several notifications came to your phone, and seeing the messages from yu, your face broke into a sleepy smile.

jim💘 : so sorry, princess, had to leave early, important meeting.

jim💘 : you know that i love you, princess?

jim💘 : i would never leave my precious girl without cuddles and kisses without reason.

jim💘 : i’ll be home in the evening, afterwards, expensive champagne and a delicious dinner, perhaps even a continuation in the bedroom, or in the kitchen, if I can’t restrain myself. i love u.

after reading the messages, you were mentally preparing for the upcoming evening, fuck, she knew exactly all your weak points, and knew where to hit so that you wouldn’t get angry. getting out of bed, you stretched again along the way, going into the kitchen, wanting to drink a glass of water, you noticed that you forgot to take lunch with you, which you carefully make every evening. a small pink lunchbox with hello kitty and a small love note is what jimin put in her black leather bag, and it made her heart beat faster every time.

you were a little upset, but you could put up with it, considering how flighty jimin can be sometimes, so you once again got excited about the idea of ​​going to her office to give lunch for her forgetful girlfriend. quickly getting dressed, you called the personal driver whom yu hired with the words 'my princess will not walk several kilometers on the asphalt every time with her beautiful legs so give me the most skilled driver'. the road was quite fast, and upon entering the large building, one of the bodyguards let you inside with a warm smile, personally escorting you to jimin's office.

knocking on the door several times, you opened it, seeing how she carefully rummages through documents in her damn sexy glasses, the way she looked made you turn into a waterfall every time you saw her. finally looking up from the papers, she smiled brightly, seeing her beloved girl.

"princess," getting up from the table, she took off her glasses and put them aside, she came closer to you, seeing a pink lunch box in your hands, "damn, I'm too forgetful and forgot my girl's lunch..." she awkwardly scratched the back of her head, taking it from your hands, placing it on the table, returning her gaze to you as her hands found their way to your hips, "you didn't have to drive halfway across town to see me, sweetheart, but I really fucking appreciate it, kitty..."

her lips carefully approached hers as your noses touched each other, finally pulling you into a slow and loving kiss, deepening the kiss, yu buried her head in the hair at the back of her head with one hand, and touched tour waist with the other hand. you hummed right into the kiss as she picked you up, moving her hands to her hips, and sat her on the table, settling between your legs. having stopped tormenting your lips, she lowered herself to your neck, while her free hand lifted your skirt, getting under your underwear, jimin began to slowly stimulate your clit, making circular movements, carefully watching your expression, searching for any hint of discomfort, “good girl... already so wet for me?"

your body kept shaking, and the thighs tried to close, but yu was standing between them, and did not allow this to happen. your hands fell on her shoulders, you pulled her closer, so close that ypu pressed herself against her, resting your head on her shoulder, her free hand nuzzled your thigh until her fingers finally slid inside you, causing you to let out a loud whine that was like honey to her ears, "just like that, you're doing so well, kitty, it feels like you were created for me to be inside you..."

yu's lips kissed your skin from your neck down, reaching the collarbones and leaving several purple marks there, again fell to her beloved neck, without ceasing to work with her fingers and feeling how your body began to tremble.

she felt with her fingers how the walls tightened around her fingers, enveloping and sucking, and in the next second a languid cry flew from your lips, which made her instinctively squeeze your waist tighter, not allowing you to fall off the table, on the contrary, helping you sit more comfortably, kissing your neck soothingly, enjoying the sight of the purple marks on your milky skin, "everything is fine, princess, my good girl..."

finally moving away from your neck, her hand combed the fallen strand of your hair behind your ear, smiling, she liked seeing you like this too much, all excited, trembling from orgasm, while your hair stuck to your forehead and barely visible drops of sweat flowed from your temple.

"you know, after such a “lunch”, I’m no longer as hungry as before your arrival, you can come to me more often, I’ll be all for it."

[ego13]

MESS ME UP – SHIN RYUJIN

track : chase atlantic - mess me up

SYNOPSIS : you and your friend decided to spend the evening in each other's company watching a movie, but something went wrong.

warnings : lesbian sex, fingering (r!recieving) cunnilingus (r! recieving), girls kissing, praise kink, slow sex, voyeurism.

pairing : ryujin x reader

you and ryujin have been friends since elementary school, despite the fact that they were complete opposites of each other. she always preferred noisy companies and parties, as long as you were that obedient the girl of her parents, who once again did not allow herself to be distracted from her studies, which was a frequent reason for jokes on the part of your friend.

despite her large group of friends, shin in most cases preferred you, you could talk on the phone for hours, look at the stars together, sit by the fire or just look at each other silently. she always picked you up from school, carefully throwing your briefcase over her shoulder, with the words, “princesses shouldn’t carry such weights," you always pushed her on the shoulder for such jokes, to which she only playfully ruffled your hair, to which she listened to an hour-long tirade about how long it took you to do your hair.

your parents simply adored her, often inviting her to family dinners and outings, which she only agreed to with pleasure, just to spend as much time as possible next to you. ryujin even herself stopped noticing the fact that her hand reached out to yours every time you were alone, and you just pretended not to notice it, silently allowing yourself to be taken by the hand, feeling her thumb stroke your palm, which made your heart beat faster every time.

another evening, and you, feeling insurmountable boredom, decided to dial the number of the older girl, without having time to say the offer to come, you at the same moment heard, “you don’t have to continue, I’ll be there soon, will take your favorite ice cream," you were about to answer something, but the call had already been dropped, so you sighed and got out of bed, wanting to quickly get yourself in order before she arrived.

you just came out of the bathroom when you immediately heard the delighted voices of your parents, who happily greeted ryujin, telling her how much they were glad to see her, but at the same moment the realization came into your head that you were completely unprepared to meet her, you looked into the mirror, realizing that you wouldn’t even have time to apply a light makeup, therefore, having resigned myself, I headed to my room, where Shin was already sitting on the bed, scrolling through her Instagram feed. hearing the door creak, she looked up at you, smiling brightly, "hey there, princess, is this all for me?"

you just looked away with displeasure, grabbing the first t-shirt and pants you came across from your closet, making ryujin look away with your gaze, hinting to shin that it would be nice to turn away, in response to which she just chuckled and turned away.

having changed clothes, you lay down next to her on the bed, picking up the remote control, flipping through the list of films for a long time, but none of them could catch your attention, seeing how you were suffering in trying to choose what to watch, her hand itself found its way to your waist, slightly lifting your t-shirt to touch the skin of your stomach with a cold palm.

you barely restrained yourself from letting out a quiet moan, you looked at her with a questioning look, to which she just put a finger to your mouth, hinting that you should stay quiet. her hand reached for the remote, turning up the volume, leaning down and running her nose along your collarbone, “you smell so good..." you closed your eyes, falling onto the pillow behind you, succumbing to ryujin’s hands, which were already playing with the hem of your pants. she looked into your needy eyes with a smile, whispering in your ear that she knows exactly what you need, with these words she pressed her lips to your neck, slowly untying the tie of your pants.

you sat up slightly, allowing her to take them off of you, tossing them to the side. her hands slid along your thighs, enjoying the feeling of your soft skin under her fingers, "mmm... you're such a gentle girl, I can touch you for hours and never get tired of it."

sliding her fingers into your underwear, shin saw how hard it was for you to remain quiet, so her free hand came to rest on top of your mouth, leaning down and placing a light kiss on your temple, "be a good girl for me, okay? I'll take care of you, I promise," her words made you relax at least a little, so you nodded obediently, and seeing your approving reaction, she slid down, trailing kisses lower and lower, her skillful fingers hooked your panties, removing them from you, lips falling to the soft skin of your inner thighs, forcing you to breathe languidly, squeezing the blanket in your hands to the white knuckles.

finally her tongue touched you where you needed it most, gently touching your clit, playing with it with the the tip of her tongue. ryujin felt how hard it was for you to control yourself and felt how you instinctively try to bring your thighs together, which only made her squeeze them tighter in her hands, almost to the point of bruising. she slowly pushed her tongue inside while you bit your lips until they bled, trying to remain quiet, because the fact that your parents can hear you has not been canceled.

as your velvet walls began to clench around her tongue, ryujin could feel your body trembling as you got closer and closer to your end, your mouth opened in a silent scream when you finally reached your peak, tiredly raising your gaze to shin, who, without breaking her gaze with you, greedily licked her lips, enjoying the feeling of your taste on her lips.

still positioned between your legs, she pulled you into a slow and sensitive kiss, pushing her tongue into your mouth, and you, hesitant to fight her, allowed her to do so, moaning softly. her fingers found your thighs again, sliding between them, moving away from your lips, burying her nose in the crook of your neck, whispering in your ear about how good you are, "that's my good girl...", "you're having a good time, yeah?", "make me proud, princess."

you were ready to swear that you could cum just from these words until her fingers slid inside you, until she found your lips again, swallowing your moans, slowly but deeply thrusting into you, enjoying the way your fragile body responds to every thrust.

"you squeeze my fingers so beautifully, you want to cum, mm? come on be a good girl and do it for me," to the accompaniment of these words, you finally reached your second peak, arching your back to a crunch, while her arms held you in one position, hugging you tightly, intertwining her fingers in your silken hair, running the strands between her fingers as you breathed shakily, trying to regain your breath after waves of orgasm wash over you.

"rest, my girl, I'm here for you, always."